Show me your Tits & your Pussy, #01
Including his mother, sister, aunt, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and sister-in-law's mother, Larry has incestuous and/or forbidden sex with nearly, every woman that he knows.
Something that I didn't know back then when I was eighteen-years-old and sexually inexperienced but that I fully, well know and understand now, when a woman deliberately exposes her naked pussy, chances are she's been consensually, sexually abused. For them to work at the jobs that they do, most strippers and prostitutes are victims of consensual, sexual abuse. Yet, more important than what happened to them in their past, because of the consensual, sexual abuse that they experienced, chances are that they're ripe to have sex with any man who will have them today.
Quite the sexual phenomena, as if agreeing to be sexually abused turned them into sexual vampires and erotic predators, they now sexually abuse unsuspecting men in the way that they were sexually abused. Not normal behavior, I've personally known many, such women who have deliberately exposed their naked pussies, their naked asses, and/or their naked breasts to me. Moreover, these exhibitionist women want to see my naked prick as much as they want me to see their naked pussies. Whenever such a woman exposes herself to me, returning the sexual favor, cock for pussy, I expose myself to her.
This is a true story that Larry asked me to write about the many exhibitionist women who have deliberately exposed their naked asses, their naked pussies, and their naked breasts to him while soliciting him for incestuous and forbidden sex.
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First of all, let me be clear. Modesty aside, I kid you not. I'm a handsome man. I've always been good-looking and because of my good-looks, I've always had women hitting on me and throwing themselves at me. I'm sure that being a fine-looking man has much to do with women freely, willingly, and consensually exposing themselves to me.
Yet, a one-woman man, I'm not a player, far from it. Yes, I've had my sexual flings but I've always had a steady girlfriend who I eventually married. Now, that's not to write that I haven't been tempted. That's not to write that I haven't had sex before my marriage, during my marriage, and after my marriage. I have and I did. Yet, strangely enough, I've had more sex with my blood, related relatives than I've had with other women.
All of my life, with me the envy of my friends, wherever I went and wherever I worked, women have always tempted me and sexually teased me with sex by flashing me their semi-naked or naked bodies. Instead of having to pick up women at a bar, women would solicit me for sex. Even though some of these women were as sexy as they were beautiful, most times and more often than not, somehow, I found the control not to cheat on my wife. I controlled myself from having sex with them, mainly because for them to expose themselves to me, I knew that they were deeply troubled.
After being exposed to and seeing so very many, naked and semi-naked women, if I say so myself, I'm somewhat of an expert at judging beauty. I've seen women in all manner of undress in the way that only boyfriends and husband should see women. If I had to pick the most beautiful women in the world, it would be a mixed race, tall, and shapely black women, a fair skinned, Irish woman, a demonstrative Jewish woman, or any combination of nationalities, such as Irish and Italian. Then, in a category by themselves, are those women from Sweden, Norway, and Denmark.
Instead of playing mind games, black women or mixed-race women say it like it is and I like that open kind of dialogue. Not mincing their words, I'm drawn to that kind of honesty in women. I always know where I stand with a black or mixed-race woman. A black or mixed-race woman will not only kick my ass for cheating on her but also will beat up the woman who I cheated on her with. I love tall, mixed race and outspoken, black women. They're as sexy as they are beautiful.
Maybe it's their red hair, freckles, their big, Irish milkmaid breasts, and/or their Irish accent but there's something about Irish women that drives me mad with sexual desire. A rare beauty, as most redheads have brown or green eyes, I love redheaded women with big, blue, bright eyes. I love redheaded women especially when they have freckles and big tits. I love a woman with freckles, as long as she doesn't have too many freckles. And who doesn't like a woman with big tits? I love a big breasted woman.
'Do me a favor,' I imagined saying to big, breasted women. 'Show me your tits. I want to see your tits. Now, do me another favor and jump up and down. I, um, just wanna see something,' I thought whenever seeing a beautiful and busty woman.
With my last, several employers' Jewish men, I've met quite a few Jewish women. I love Jewish women. Yet, even though they're very beautiful and usually have big breasts, I'd never marry a Jewish woman. Why? Just my opinion, of course, but Jewish women are as materialistic as they are demanding and bossy. While they stay at home living the life of leisure, they want their men to work harder to make more money for them to afford a housekeeper, a nanny, tennis lessons, a personal trainer, a golf pro, and a new car.
Then, there are those women from Denmark, Sweden, and Norway. Tall, blonde, beautiful, sexy, and shapely thin, they all look like supermodels. Only, out of my element, I'd rather stick with women that I know and women with similar backgrounds. Besides, Scandinavian women are not only out of my league but also, they talk funny.
Even though many Asian women, Japanese and/or Chinese are quite beautiful, I've never been sexually attracted to Asian women as most them are too short. With me 6'4" tall, I prefer tall women, 5'9" tall to 6' tall. Besides, never knowing what they're saying about me behind my back, Asian women talk funny, too. Yet, to their benefit, they can order Chinese food in their native tongue to make sure that I get my order right.
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Sex with my aunt Emma:
Young and innocent, my sexual experiences with women all started with my 43-year-old aunt, Emma. Something that I'll never forget, even though it happened more than forty-years-ago, I remember it as if it happened yesterday. I was 21-years-old at the time. My aunt Emma sat with my mother, Connie, her big sister, at our house nearly every night and they'd sit and gab while smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. No big deal, able to walk home in the middle of the night, she only lived two doors down.
My aunt and my mother were both chain smokers, smoking one cigarette after another. I've inhaled enough second-hand smoke to make my doctor think, by my chest X-ray, that I was a smoker. Interesting enough, after being exposed to all of my relatives and friends who were all smokers, I never smoked. With them filling up my car with smoke, and something that I hated to do when driving because of the wind noise, I'd have to drive with my driver's window lowered.
It was the age of Muhammad Ali and Arnold Schwarzenegger, and because of them, I was into exercise, boxing, physical fitness, and bodybuilding. I loved coffee, though, strong, black coffee without cream or sugar. Something impossible to make a barista understand, try and order plain, black coffee at Starbucks and watch the confused looks you'll receive. I enlisted myself to make the coffee for my mother and my aunt while they talked and talked.
An important part of this story, I found out later that my aunt and my mother had been sexually abused.
'Go figure. Who knew,' I thought.
Something that I didn't know and had never suspected, the weird thing is, not knowing any better and thinking that my aunt flashing me was accidental, my aunt would come over wearing a short skirt. In fashion then, short skirts, aptly called miniskirts were her favorite skirts to wear. Yet, interesting enough, not having to drop my spoon to look under the table for an upskirt peek between my aunt's shapely legs, all of her skirts had a button missing by her crotch.
Instead of wearing panties, she wore sheer pantyhose beneath her skirt without wearing panties under her pantyhose. Consequently, with her button strategically missing, every time she sat or stood; she exposed her red, naked pussy to my horny eyes. No doubt, my aunt is the reason why I love redheads. Having never seen a red, naked pussy before, I never tired of seeing my aunt's red, naked pussy. With me invited to sit with my mother and my aunt at the kitchen table, I was treated to a nightly, exhibitionistic show of my aunt's nearly naked pussy almost every night.
Unable to do anything else other than to just look, all that I'd do was to stare at all that I could see of my aunt's nearly, naked pussy. Then, later that night and the next morning, I'd masturbate myself while imagining having sex with my aunt.
'Oh, Aunt Emma, I love your red pussy,' I imagined saying while masturbating over my aunt and stroking my cock faster and harder.
I'd imagine fingering her pussy, licking her pussy, and fucking her pussy. Something that would never happen, yet with me filled with raging, testosterone hormones and feeling constantly horny, I'd imagine my aunt stroking my cock and sucking my cock. Again, nothing more than a sexual fantasy to masturbate over, my aunt blowing me would never happen.
When she wasn't flashing me her naked pussy, she was flashing me her naked breasts. Along with her short skirt, she always wore a low-cut blouse that fell open at the top every time she leaned forward, and she was always flashing me her naked tits by continually leaning forward. With her not wearing a bra, and never wearing a bra, I was treated to a constant and continual view of my aunt's B cup, naked breasts and her erect nipples. When I wasn't masturbating over my aunt's naked pussy, I masturbated over my aunt's naked breasts and, of course, over the thought of her blowing me.
