I Was Deeply in Love with Nobody P1

I WAS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH NOBODY ANY MORE Part one

Copyright Catcher78 all rights reserved 7.09.24

Author's note: These are my stories you do not have permission to use them. Everyone fucking in the story is eighteen or way older.

I was attracted to Jim the first time I saw him. We were both students at the University of Washington, main campus. He was a first year grad student, pursuing his Master of Science in economics. He had rowed crew, the Huskies were famous for their crew team, having won the Berlin Olympics in 1936, Beat the Russians in 1956 in Moscow. He was ripped. He had this too tight worn out tee shirt that said Frosh Crew on it.

He had seriously grown, his huge shoulders and long forearms, with veins popping and some cutoff sweatpants, with a bleached out UW, on his quad. But I could see the outline of a huge cock going down the inside of his leg, almost to where his cutoffs ended.

He was saying something, but his cock twitched, not making this up a bit and I bit my lip and crossed my legs and my thighs were squeezing together and I was really wet. I had had sexual encounters before, in fact my senior year I sucked off virtually anyone I thought was cute, including several teachers, my dad and his friends.

I rushed a sorority and was immediately accepted after eating out several senior girls and the black house mother. Several fingers managed to work their ways into my hoohah as I settled into three long term lesbian relationships. I did fall deeply in love with Andi Posen and we'd actually talked about marriage when she dumped me for a history professor who was bisexual and had kids.

"Are you April Simpson?"

I said, "What, " I felt like such a fucking idiot as kids in the class laughed.

He worked the class and rolled his eyes, having fun at my expense, "Are you April Simpson?"

It was my turn to have some fun with him, I pointed at my name tag covering my left nipple and said, "The name tag was a dead giveaway, huh big boy. They're the same size, " his mouth opened and I continued, "soooo, I got to ask, what are your office hours, you being crew and all, but I really, really need to see that oar in your pants. Or here after everyone leaves. Whatever floats your boat."

He stared at me and I slowly mimed the words, I need you in me baby. I looked down and there was a huge tent pole that had shown up. I have no idea what he said the rest of the class. When the fifty minutes were over and everyone but Jim and I were left he shut the door and walked back to the desk.

I said, "I'm not on the pill, but I'll go the medical center in the Hub and get on it, I give really good blow jobs, never somebody as big as you before, but I promise to take care of you baby."

Instead he pulled my shorts down and off, I was commando and told me to sit on his face as he laid down on the desk and his twelve inches of proud cock was mine to bob on and I did. It had been four years, but I was able to get seven inches into my throat and breath, but it was too thick to get further.

He was doing magical tricks with his tongue, he rubbed my taint and then pushed his finger in my ass and my hips started humping his face and I moaned on his cock and he came, sending ribbons down my throat to my tummy.

He was still working my clit and the finger was in my ass, no it was two fingers, I could feel this flutter or buzz in my tummy halfway between by cunny and my belly button and I came hard again, my toes curled, and I lost consciousness.

I moved into his apartment that weekend and was on the pill, but we used these jumbo condoms for a few weeks. I loved the feeling when he came in me.

We were married the next summer. The process was fun, dress and photos, we both refused bachelor and bachelorette parties, had a joint barbecue. I'm six feet in bare feet I played a lot of tennis and was just a step to slow for it to ever mean anything, but finding a dress was hard, but finally found a Vera Wang that had a deep decolletage with a built in push up bra for my C+Cups, and a plunging backline which showed my ass crack, had to get waxed for that, but Jim totally loved my dark red bush and pled with me not to get rid of it. Honeymoon on a cruise ship to Alaska was incredible. It was wonderful being Mr. and Mrs. James Ericksen.

I got my Master of Arts in economics the next spring. Jimmy worked at the Federal reserve branch in downtown Seattle. We both applied to the CIA, because they hired economists like a fat guy buying breakfast sandwiches.

The process involved deep vetting, interviews with people we went to school with, teachers. Finally I was interviewed by two women, one was thirty or so and the other was fifty. I was expecting and ready for economic stuff.

"Does your husband know that you're bisexual?"

I paused and knew they knew, even if Jimmy didn't.

"No he does not."

"How many women have you had sex with?

"Round numbers, maybe fifty."

"So you were exclusive with three women, but you cheated on them?

"Yes."

"Why?

"I really liked to fuck women, especially married women."

Those were all from the older woman.

The younger woman then started on me, "How many men have you had oral sex with?"

Repeating myself, "Round numbers, it's hard to be accurate over a hundred."

"How many men have you fucked?"

"Fifteen?"

She arched an eyebrow at me.

"Twenty five, give or take."

"Was Jimmy your first?"

"Yes."

"So how many before you were married?"

"Six, "I knew my marriage was over. So I stood up."

"Sit down now. We are not judging you."

"How many black men have you fucked?"

"Eighteen maybe?"

"Is this some weird cuckold thing, where your husband likes to watch black men with huge cocks breed you, "she said with a look of disgust on her face.

"Fuck no, Jimmy is a legitimate twelve inches and thick as a can of pop at the bottom, he's overall the biggest I've had, although two of my lovers are longer but much skinnier, fourteen and fifteen inches respectively.

"I mean Jimmy fucks me two to three times a day. But he goes to work and I hook up, black guys on the football team, started out as tutor for a running back."

"Does Jimmy know, "and I fell to the floor sobbing.

They watched me cry, then said, "Get up Mrs. Ericksen."

"If you were in a deep cover situation, it might be required for you to fuck people and make them feel you loved them, "said the older woman. "Could you do that?"

"I could I suppose, I hate little dicks, though. Pussy I love of course and it is fine."

Two months later, we were sent to the Farm, the CIA training school. The training took about eighteen months. We were separated and rarely saw each other for the first six months. The training involved martial arts. I was taught Kali, which was a Philippine style that was direct and decided only to kill. I also ran and lifted weights and I went from one hundred and forty five pounds to one hundred and seventy five pounds. Not fat, but my ass was huge.

I learned how to shoot and use a knife, Kali training suggested that women use short knives they could hide in their sleaves using direct cuts to the abdomen and thigh, to cut arteries.

After the first month I lived with a black couple whose job was to teach me more about sex, especially fucking black men and women. I was also inked on my ass and on my side boob with black spade shaped tattoos. His name was Juan and hers was Mercedes. They were Cuban. Juan's dick was much bigger than Jimmy's thicker and longer and Mercedes weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. I was also

taking a crash course in the Cuban dialect of Spanish in classes and then at home.

The food was incredible. At first I fell in love with Mercedes. She treated me like a ragdoll, pushing me into whatever contortion was on her mind. I would lay on my back and she'd push my knees so they were up near my head and then I'd hold my

ankles. She ate my ass, then fisted my ass and my cunt.

There were other things too, she said there was no problem in the culture with lesbians or gay men. She taught me how to be her submissive lover in public, how to walk together, bumping hips, she called me "mi Corazón" and cariño."

When it was Juan's turn, he'd grab my hair and make me suck him off, then he'd bury that monster in my cunt and ass. He called me his puta (bitch) and his papaya (cunt). I was tattooed with a Papaya on the left side of my rib cage.

We'd been together for almost nine months and I had an implant for the pill, the Company gave me. None the less I experienced morning sickness and had a belly bump and was three months pregnant. I had an abortion. It took about four hours with two different pills and it was like the worst cramps from a period and the bleeding for me was about a week.

I went into a deep depression. It was a realization of what I'd done to Jimmy, here and during our marriage. I did love him, but it did not bother me in the least to have cheated around on him and now this. I asked to speak to my supervisors, the two women who had interviewed me. I was actually in the hospital on the Farm and they came to me.

The older woman said, "Why did you want to talk to us."

I said, "You've exploited me and destroyed my marriage, granted I probably would have got there sooner or later, but maybe his love could have saved me from my depravity. But I think I want out of this now and I need to file for divorce and set him free."

She said, "He doesn't know what's the problem?"

"Look at me you stupid fucking cunt, I have tattoos all over me a fucking papaya, which means cunt in Cuban Spanish. I weigh one hundred and ninety fucking pounds."

She looked down, I said, "Look at me you fucking dyke. I'm in training and I GOD DAMN KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE BEFORE AND SINCE. Tell you what bitches you come over to my quarters and I want you fucking dykes to take Juan's fifteen inch long and thick black dick in your ass while Mercedes sits your face. Oh, make sure he fucking breeds you both you fucking bitches. The tattoos too, then you can show your mom and grandmas."

"You fucking cunts won't do that will you? Rhetorical question obviously. Drag your dyke asses out of my face, bitches!"

End I Was Deeply In Love With Nobody Part one.

Coming soon, Jimmy knows, Part two

I WAS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH NOBODY ANY MORE Part two

Copyright Catcher78 all rights reserved 7.09.24

I had only seen Jimmy sporadically since our training began at the Farm. I had just had my second abortion, three weeks ago and there was a graduation ceremony towards the end of the week. I felt shitty, still cramping and spotty. Thursday I had a physical and I weighed two hundred and five pounds. My hips were fucking huge and my ass was huge. The doctor said, you have breeder hips. My bra size had increased to EE-cups and she said, "You will be a perfect mother."

The graduation ceremony was Saturday Morning. My parents were there as were Jimmy's. We stood next to the stands where the parents were sitting. I accidentally bumped his hip and he said, "Jesus Christ do you need to take my spot too, you big tub of goo. Do you weigh three hundred pounds? Fuck you stink, don't you use fucking douche?"

We walked up and received a diploma and an envelope and returned to the same spots. I could smell my crotch, due to the abortion it reeked. Then we were dismissed and were allowed to meet with our parents. Jimmy stood to the side with his. My mom had approached his mom and was not well received. Jimmy's dad punched my dad. Not sure how all this happened. Probably for the best.

Jimmy did walk over to another set of parents and this gorgeous blond. He picked her up way over his head and as he brought her down she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and they kissed.

My mom was in my face, "Tell me now."

"I cheated on him and he found out."

"Who did you fuck," she asked shrilly, "you silly cunt."

"Umm, lots of guys and women too. The technical term is slut. I've had two abortions, they would have been black kids, so thank goodness for that."

My dad edged closer to me and spit in my face and my mom and dad turned and walked away. That went well.

I was not sure how long I'd been standing there when my two supervisors came up to me. The older woman produced a handkerchief and wiped off my face.

The older woman grabbed my hand and said, "Come with us."

I was walking and then I was not. I felt myself falling, then I face planted on the grass and I have no recollection of anything until the sound of some faint beeps and muffled voices and then I was asleep and the dreams were awful. I weighed four hundred pounds and was doing a fat commercial for Ozempic, standing next to a cadaverous Kelly Clarkson harmonizing and I looked like I'd swallowed whole Rebel Wilson. There was another where there was papaya tattoos all over my body.

I opened my eyes and I was in a hospital room. There was a fucking tube down my throat and my arms were tethered to the metal railings.

I grabbed both the railings and started shaking them, which caused my blood pressure to surge and more beeping and soon there were nurses and then a doctor was there.

"Well now, how are we feeling, "she asked.

I responded, "mm hhhhmmh a mmmmf dmmm, dmmmm nn fffff mmmm (I have a plastic dick down my throat you fuck, try it)

"Oh sorry, let's get that nasty thing out of there. She set her laptop down, then pulled the fucking thing out of my throat, just like that.

"Open your mouth, it's just ice."

Which was incredibly soothing. I shook the railings.

She cut the cotton tethers off of both arms and said, "We could not have you rip the tube out of your throat. We almost lost you, due to internal bleeding the abortion drug, well you almost bled to death."

"Chicken soup and green tea for a day or so. Glad you're okay, " she leaned over and kissed my cheek and lingered just a bit.

"Dolce Gabbana, are you wet for me baby, I need you sweetness and I bit her lip and stuck my tongue in her mouth and then let her go."

She bit her lips and her head tilted back. "Tonight."

In the morning a nurse led me to the bathroom and my arm around her neck so I could pee, I'd had a catheter there too, but it was gone. I looked in the mirror and I had lost weight. I weighed one hundred and seventy pounds.

Back in bed I fell asleep as if I'd run a marathon.

Apparently the abortion pill had caused more bleeding than is normal, one of the side affects you don't pay attention to when the ads are on tv.

I recovered and was on a plane to Havana to be the liaison between our cultural minister and the Cuban counterpart. His name was Fito Castro, allegedly the eleventh child of Fidel Castro, who'd cuckolded his minister of propaganda for years Fito's mother being the stunning Roxana Rodriguez married to Abraham Masiques.

My first month had been fairly quiet, except one gala involving the Buena Vista Social Club, famous from Ry Cooder's documentary. The jazz and blues players instrumentation and singing were unmatched, I danced with a tall seventy something female singer, who sounded like Nina Simone, except more layered. It was a slow song and her hand was on the back of my dress fairly low and we turned and then both hands were sensuously kneading my ass and she started kissing my neck near my collarbone and I moaned, then she licked along my jawline.

"I teach you about love tonight ti amor, " and I came, little grunts then I buried my head in her shoulder and I continued to shudder. I looked up at her and said, "I am yours give me an address."

Our old 1954 Cadilac limousine dropped me at her building, which was this ancient brick building that seemed to lean over the street. I walked up to the fourth floor and knocked on the door 412. It was opened by this young black man that was six foot five inches tall and ripped with apparently no body fat. He stared at me, I said,

"Estoy aquí( por tu mama." (I'm here for your mama)

He opened the door and I came in and there she was. She was smoking a huge cigar, as were the other people in the room. I walked straight to her and melted into her, my head laying on her upper chest. She said, " Eres una chica sumisa (You're a submissive girl).

I said, "Si Mama, " I raised my chin and stared at her beautiful eyes and said, "Por favor, hazme tuyo (Please take me I'm Yours).

We went through a kitchen that smelled heavenly and into her bedroom that had a double bed and two open windows with cotton curtains moving with the breeze off the bay several blocks away. I undressed out of the black dress and heels, leaving my thigh high stockings on. I felt embarrassed about the rolls of fat on my stomach.

There were three of them, why couldn't I be beautiful for her, I wished I was beautiful.

"Ven aquí, gorda," (Come here fat girl).

I hung my head and started to cry and said, "Mama."

She stuck her hand out and I took it and I came to her and she grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed like they were squeezy balls and then every so often she would spank the shit of both cheeks.

After quite some time, it was spanking only and it was deeply painful and I cried and blubbered, then she started banging from behind with two fingers in my cunt, then three and then her whole bony fist was in and in, and in some more. Then her arm was like a piston in and out of me, it was not long before I had this massive orgasm, that took my whole body and I collapsed on my side and she said, "Me encantan los cerdos gordos" (I love fat pigs) after a while she pulled out of me and brought me a water.

She rolled me onto my back and sat on my face and used her fingers to get me off.

At some point I realized that as taken with her as I was, it was one way. She kept saying I was fat and there were no fat people in Cuba. There is this this old song by Clapton, "I've had enough bad love, I need something more" I heaved her off me and stood up and she rushed towards me to strike me. I tripped her with a leg sweep and was on top of her and said, "Buscaba el amor esto no es esto." (I was looking for love, not this.)

I walked through the front door of the apartment and then down the stairs and walked towards the boulevard next to the bay for about three blocks. It was about ten p.m. There was a team in a 1954 Buick, one of ours, but I flagged a 1946 fastback Chevrolet sedan, with a cab signage and asked him to take me a block away from the embassy.

We arrived a few minutes before eleven, the driver in tortured English said,

"Senorita, it is very dangerous for you to be about this late, especially with your beauty."

I said, "Senor you made my evening, " and gave him fifty dollars.

Once in my dormitory like room, I took a shower. I felt filthy, inside and out and I could not get clean. I made some coffee and listened to the Cranberries on a cd. I finally slept and slept well. When I woke up, I was very late to a mandatory meeting after such touch with a potential asset. Instead I had some shears and I cut most of twenty years of my red hair, roughly. I took out my hoop earrings and thew them in the waste basket.

I made some more coffee, relistening to Dolores Riordan sing her guts out. There was a knock on my door. I ignored it and poured some more coffee. There is nothing like Cuban coffee in the world and it helped me think.

The door unlocked and there were my two handlers and a guard. He walked in and saw there was nothing wrong with me and left. They shut the door.

The older one said (I didn't know either of their fucking names),"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're supposed to meet us at eight a.m., then you don't answer your damned door."

I took a sip of coffee and said, "Would either of you like a cup of coffee? I just made it. It is extraordinary.

Storm clouds crossed the older one's face and she was about to go nuts on me, then the younger one put her hand on the older one's wrist. Two lovers? Boss, employee, both?