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Everybody fucking or being fucked in this fictional story is eighteen or older.
We first found Deanna our lovely red headed hymen intact virgin during her non-bachelorette bachelorette party getting face fucked and taking huge dicks in into her anal orifice, the dicks all belonging to her real daddy and four step daddies that her real mom had spirited to some clinic in Mexico and converted them to gorgeous shemales.
https://literotica.com/s/daddy-love-pt-01
Deanna's bizarro mother sent video's to Mike and Joni. Deanna knew that marrying Mike was a mistake, but losing Joni, caused her to ache. Deanna cuts her red hair off and dies it platinum. Imagine Mia Farrow the eighteen year old actor that married fifty year old Frank Sinatra and whacko Woodie pervert Allen, except she has a big bootie and world class boobies. Catcher78
Last time Deanna arrives at MIT and parks next to Running Hailey Bigs and her wife Dora: "I pulled into the lined parking right outside the Administration building, right next another Trooper, maybe a year older than mine, dark blue. I got out and walked behind to get my backpack that had my purse and student ID card.
The other car had a state of Washington plate on it and a Two Rivers High school sticker and Seattle Storm sticker. It was Hailey Biggs and her wife Dora Zelenski Seattle's Power couple. They were there in Poulsbo when Kimmy Erickson ran well a few weeks back.
I looked up and they were right there and Hailey was sporting a big baby bump.
They both looked at me and I said, "Love your car, "with a smile.
"You were in Poulsbo to watch Kimmie run. My auntie and her mom are close. I went to North and I'm in grad school to get MS in Math."
So they were anxious to leave and she looked so beautiful and fragile and her doting wife looked concerned.
I said, "Well congratulations and I can't wait until I fall in love like you two have. It's so incredible," and tears rolled down my face.
My hands were on my face and Hailey looked up at me and I've never felt someone that could see my soul, she's a total empath. Her face looked as if she was mother earth.
I walked around my car and into the nearest restroom in the admin building and found a stall and wept and prayed. "God please help me, let me help people, I've hurt so many people."
Okay, girl you can do this, I washed my face in the basin, getting the tears off my face mostly. There was coach Hayda and I said, "Hi Coach, I don't know if you remember, Deanna Benedict, I ran cross country my freshman year, hurt my quad."
"Hey Deanna, I remember what are you up to?"
"Grad school, mathematics MS and Doctorate, pretty excited actually."
"Didn't you have red hair?"
I nodded and looked down and took a deep breath, "Needed to start over and thought this was a good start."
She smiled at me with a kind face, like the mother I never had and said, "Welcome back, you've got all your eligibility still, why don't you come run with us? You always had that kick."
I pointed at my body and said, "Not exactly close to running shape, coach."
She said, "You're not a girl anymore, I'll get you there. Come by the office this afternoon about five, okay?"
I nodded, my face felt flush. She came up and gave me a hug. She had four or five kids and being a mom to her runners was why people came here. That and world class minds every which way you turned.
I got a dorm room, grad students didn't have to share. Smart people, brainiacs as Lina noted have quirks and kinks and don't mix well.
I had two classes an introduction to reasoning and the second was real analysis. Jeffrey King and Giada Franco, I was familiar with them from undergrad but it had been a spell.
I was on time to coach's office. There was another woman there in her office and we were introduced. She was really tall and thin, runway model thin and starkly gorgeous and wearing queer submissive jewelry and she had lavender hair. She and I were now a running pair and she being long in the program was there to build me up to being competitive as the six weeklong schedule led into the indoor cross country season. Her name was Kelly Long.
I noticed that she had a huge diamond ring and wedding ring and she was married.
Part of me said, whew as I would not break up another marriage and then I felt such a kindred pull towards her, I wanted to be a wife too. Her behavior said she was a happily married woman and contented. Oh well, once again I was in my head and so needy and projecting myself into a stranger's life. We were to start tomorrow afternoon mid afternoon with a two hour run of building intervals from nine minutes down to six minutes and then back out to the slower nines again.
I noted before that I was five foot seven and well she was six foot or even six foot one. She had a really long almost effortless stride. At first even at the nines I was a mess, tight in my quads and glutes and very inconsistent with my stride. I recalled something from my freshman coach, six years before about looking forward and centering my mind about where I was looking and my breathing and using some music to center the focus.
I have no idea where the song came from, somewhere deep in my head, but it was Laura Branigan the disco star with the huge voice and she was singing Gloria all of a sudden in my head and we were in the sixes and I lost awareness of her and I just took off and ran and my quads and glutes were like a precision engine going through the gears and I saw Coach Hayda waving at me to stop.
I did and I felt incredible. She was holding a stopwatch and said, "Where's Kelly?"
I turned around and she was coming around bend into the straight away and finished and was bent over at the waist."
Coach said, "What happened Kelly?"
She said, "We, we, were starting the sixes and she took off, I've not seen that, I'm sorry coach, I'll do better next time."
"You're fine. Deanna what happened."
"Do you remember Coach McCay, "I said, "She taught me this centering thing about my breath and stride and music, and somewhere in my head, the disco queen Laura Branigan started singing Gloria. My quads and glutes were really tight and my stride was screwed up and then everything was perfect, Kelly I'm sorry."
"Well you ran a 4:08 fifteen hundred meters. When was the last time you ran?"
"I have not run since I got hurt as a freshman, well no I did a beer run over in Poulsbo two years ago with some friends, five k, but that's it."
"Well it's a good thing, I'm going to see about the shape of the intervals for tomorrow's run. Could you come by after class tomorrow before your run?"
We both nodded and walked off together and Kelly said, "Deanna your shorts have ridden up and you're, umm, well it looks like you've got Daisy Dukes on and your butt is completely exposed."
I looked at her and she was blushing furiously. I said, "So Kelly do you want me to cover up or should I walk in front of you so you can see better?"
"Jesus, Deanna, I'm married, don't hit on me."
"Kelly I'm sorry, I was just having fun. I know you're a good woman. I lost my girl and I was thinking your're everything I want to be a good wife and maybe some day a mom. Please forgive me."
I started crying and ran away back to my dorm.
I opened up my laptop and created a Hotmail.com account with "a name Deanna Moss". I emailed that to Lina. The note said, Lina you know who this is I wish to change my name to this. I want to connection through marriage or her. She legally abandoned me and abrogated her rights as a mother. Please don't take it personally, you got rich and I have to build my life and I think that it's best if I disconnect from everyone in my false destructive life. D.
Moss was my great-great grandmother's name.
There was a beep and the new account had an incoming email. I opened it and the short message was, acknowledged, will start immediately, four to six weeks best guess.
L.
It was seven fifteen and I was hungry. I put on some pink boy shorts and lilac yoga pants and a pink sports bra and a really old MIT woman's track shirt cut off showing my tummy and some three inch red open toe pumps. I put on some very crimson lip plumper and smeared some on my cheeks for blush. I have lots of freckles and very white skin, and the contrast with the platinum hair looked super feminine queer, a submissive vibe with some big hoop earrings. I DID feel bad for flirting with Kelly, but it was really more that I was jealous! I wanted to be a good wife more than anything. I was technically still a virgin, after all.
I went into the cafeteria and went through the line. I got some broccoli and mustard greens and a chicken breast and a huge oatmeal raison cookie(they're so much better than chocolate chip cookies, people are so stupid) oh and some green tea cooler. I had a twenty dollar bill in my bra and reached into my bra coming up from the bottom of my tee shirt. I handed the bill to this Hispanic boy working as the cashier.
He ignored my proffered bill, his eyes staring at my chest and he muttered, "Sweet Jesus Madre de Dios."
"Can I pay please, " I asked, he looked up at my face and stared lovingly into my eyes."
He said, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and you might be the most beautiful woman alive."
I looked at his name tag, it said Manuel Rodriguez.
I said, "Manuel you saw my pink bra, "He nodded, "and you see my lilac yoga pants?"
He nodded vigorously.
"Those colors suggest that I'm queer. Lesbian in a word. I fuck women, not boys. Thank you for the nice remarks, but could I pay for my dinner, please?"
He blushed furiously and looked down as he gave me my change and the receipt.
"Thank you Manuel, please don't be upset, I'm not mad at you, we could be friends, it's just not the way I am wired."