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A Hard Day At School

In the 70’s being a popular instructor at a school was a hard job. Especially as I was the same age as most of my students. For some reason it seems many of the girls wanted to make it with me. Few girls wore bras. Miniskirts were in fashion. I would easily know the one’s that wanted me. They would sit in the front of the class with no panties and with their legs slightly spread. Verbal communication was infrequent: simply a stare into my eyes when one of them noticed I had glanced between her legs or down her halter top. At the end of class, one or more would come up to “ask a question” …no fool I would say “lets go to my office.” One February day, one of my students a pretty sensual blond, named Sharon, about 5’6″, thin, about a C cup came into my office to “talk”. The subject matter was dispensed with with light speed. She wasted no time telling me, she was unhappily married, wanted sex and wanted me. It was now my move. We locked eyes and moved toward each other. Her lips slightly opened. I pulled her to me and we kissed passionately. Our tongues, intertwined as we swapped spit. I was as hard as a rock. As I moved my hands over her breasts she moaned and drove her tongue and spit into my mouth more. I said to her she has to be really wet by now, her legs parted as I reached down to finger her cunt. Girls were hairy then, I touched her wet bush. I put my fingers, into her sopping wet cunt and moved them all over her hairy groin. I could smell her sex drifting up from the heat between her legs. She kept moaning and continued to spread her legs as best she could as I reached down to wet her ass hole. I knew we could not do anything further in the office as another student or instructor could suddenly come by. I had one of the few keys to the Department lab and the office off the lab area. I also knew, no labs were scheduled for the rest of that day. I broke off our foreplay and told her we were going to the lab to do an “experiment,” but not before I took my wet fingers and put them between our tongues so we could lick them clean. I could hardly contain myself as I tasted and smelled her sex on my fingers. It took all my power to break off. We quickly went up to the next floor were the lab was located. As classes were in session no one was in the hallway to see my mountain erection in front of my pants. I opened the door, we went in and I made sure it was locked from the outside. I opened the lab office door. Her top was off as I was closing the door, and her mini skirt was down her ankles on the floor. We both started to undress me while resuming the deep frenching we left off. I wanted to taste her sex and asshole. I knew it would be much more sensual to leave a trail of spit and kisses from her lips to her tits and work my way down to her sex. I knew she wanted me down there right away and wanted me to pound her, but I also knew she would be so much hotter, if I took my time. I love the natural taste and smell of a girl. Lucky for me perfume was not in at that time. Being natural was the way to be. This was sensual heaven. So licking, smelling and tasting her everywhere I could was just making me that much more aroused. We had moved down to the floor. I remember it was tiled and cold but did not seem to mind. She was on the bottom with me between her spread legs. I did leave a trail of kisses and spit from each beast and nipple, down to her naval and down further. I knelt between her outstretched legs and pushed them back over her shoulders while placing my mouth over her sex. The same tongue treatment I gave to her month I started on her lower mouth. I could not get enough to the taste and smell of her cunt spit. The natural dirty blond hair of her bush was glistening with the spit from my mouth and the discharge from her hot cunt. I now wanted to taste her musky ass hole. I started fucking her dirt hole after tasting it, all I heard were moans, and cries of don’t stop. At this point, I was almost ready to shoot my scum without any direct stimulation. She tasted so strong and sweet at the same time. I pulled up and in one motion pounded my cock into her open, sopping pussy. We pounded each other cock and cunt with abandon, while resuming the month fucking with our tongues. I do not remember how long each of us lasted… it was not too long….but we exploded together. Our bodies were covered in sweat. The floor no longer seemed cold. We laid in each others arms while our passions subsided. My cock got soft and limp, I dropped out of her pussy which was felt like an ocean of wetness. I looked down at my cock. It was covered with red and brownish streaks. I saw red streaks on her pussy and bush and on the floor. She had gotten her period in the middle of our fuck.The light brown streaks on my cock were obviously left over from her musky ass. We got dressed. I remember she had to go and do something for her husband and was now running late. [For a few years the reddish streaks on the floor, remained. Of course they had turned dark brown and just looked like a regular stain. How the janitors never were able to get the ‘stain’ out with washings and waxing is a puzzle to me] This is not the end of my story. Two more sexual events happened that day.
I had just gotton back to my office and the ” two Lindas” [they both had the same first name and hung out together -to differentiate them they were called Linda B and Linda C] walked in. Both had olive complexions and were had were about 5’7″. Linda C had long hair, that day in a pony tail and was wearing jeans. Linda B had long loose hair and that day in a red micro mini dress. Linda C sat down on a chair as she entered the office with a view out the door. It as Linda B that really had the hots for me. She came over to my desk (I was standing) sat on it with her legs spread apart. I had turned to reach for something and she reached around behind me and planted a wet kiss on my neck and then told me how much she loved me. She said she had to fuck. I turned toward her and pressed myself into her and our tongues and spit began swirling between our mouths. I looked over at Linda C, who had her hand between her legs and was masturbating out side of her jeans. I asked [knowing full well he answer] if Linda B is she was wet. She took my hand and started masturbate herself with it. I felt my hand was under a warm waterfall . Her panties were dripping wet. I could small her pee musk and sex scent… I was as hard as a rock ….I asked Linda C is she thought someone was coming, while furiously continuing to masturbate she said “No.” … I spread Linda B’s legs pulled away her panties and drank her discharge and licked the crack of her ass. I came up to kiss, her and she sucked her juice from my mouth … I told her we had to go somewhere. Linda C. said we will go to her place. She live a block away from the school and had her car. I disengaged from Linda B and went over to Linda C and frenched her. She moaned as she licked the leftover girl juice and musk from her girlfriend left on my face. As she did this I reached down between her legs and rubbed her cunt. Her juice too had penetrated her jeans, I licked my fingers, the gave them to her to lick and then to Linda B….. I said lets’s go. Although a block away … it seemed like an eternity. .. I sat in the middle of them in the car.. Linda B was frenching me the minute we left the parking lot. I in turn was masturbating both girls, and touching their D size tits. I had lifted both their sets of tits our of their bras ….When the car stopped for a light .. I turned around and swapped the spit from Linda B into the mouth of Linda C, who in turn discharged her spit into my mouth so I could drink it and give some to her girlfriend. Both girls were trying to my rock solid cock out of my pants. On arriving we ran into the apartment and undressed immediately. Both went down on their knee and started to suck me. Now I had just fucked Sharon and her juices and stains and smell of musk, piss and sex were all over my cock and groin. This was not a turnoff to my girls, it was a definite turn on. They said ‘Look he fucked some cunt before us, he did her ass too. Was she good? I said : “yes, very good” She both responded by targeting the red and brown streaks and couldn’t stop moaning . I said I want to see you to kiss and make love. I will play with myself ….then I will fuck both of you in your ass holes and pussies. In actually they were kissing and swapping spit while blowing me. I brought them over to the bed and they started this beautiful sapphic encounter ….I was like a movie director and the Lindas were the best of actresses. I told them taste each other, swap spit. ….suck each other nipples … taste each other’s cunt, drink your juices .. tongue fuck and taste each other ass. .. tell me how each of you tastes and smells ….By this time my cock could have erupted a volcano of scum … I said to Linda B ” I want your pussy.” I went down on her jet black sopping forest of pussy…She had cum so many times she exuded sex smell and piss ….I brought her to a cunt squirting orgasm …With her discharge in my mouth I I entered and started to pound her while frenching back her juice from my mouth into both Lindas. I then pulled Linda C over Linda B face so B could eat her out cunt while I tongue fucked her ass. I pulled out and started fucking Linda C first in the cunt and then in her ass. I told Linda B to eat her friend, while I ass fucked her. He ass was loose and wet …. I was in ecstacy …I pulled out and told Linda B to clean her girlfriend dirt with her mouth from my cock. I went back into Linda B’s pussy and now I knew I was going to cum. I told both girls I was going to cum in B’s cunt and that Linda B and I would bring Linda C off (for the nth time ) orally …… that is how it ended …we laid in each others arms coverd with sweat and sex ….. it was wonderful .
They drove me back to my office. I had some work to do it was now the evening. Evening classes were about to begin and I could get in a little work. After a short time in walks Polly. Now Polly is the smartest girl in the school. She too has a beautiful body ..She has dirty blond hair, and wears it cut pixie short. She is attractive but not beautiful like Sharon and the two Lindas. You might take her as a sister to Barbra Streisand. …. well she sits down to talk. This time there is some meaningful academic substance to the ‘meeting’ …in this case I do not think she came in to ‘seduce’ me. But at some point the talk did turn to sex and it happened after a period of thougtful silence .. Polly said ..” you know I am attracted to you like many of the girls are here … but I do not think you would ever want me” I said something like “Why would you say that?” She said something like I am not as beautiful nor as forward as they are …I remember hesitating a little then reaching and pulling her face to mine in a kiss. She opened her mouth slightly and I could slightly taste and feel her tongue. But I knew she was responding and suprisingly so was I. W e were silent a little more then she really surprised me in what she said next. She said ” I don’t care how many of the other girls you fuck ..just would be happy just to be the last one in the day. ” I then said something like … but suppose I am all wet with their sex all over me … she said “I don’t care ….I just want you any way you are” …. We reached for each other and we started to kiss passionately, I taste her, she tasted sweet and fresh … I touched her tits moaned and opened her mouth we could swap more spit. We both reach for each others groins ….Now she would be the 4th girl I would have that day … I reached up under her minidress and started masturbating her first over and then under her panties. … her bush was just starting to get wet … but I could tell both of us were winding up. She started to pull down my zipper and take out my rock hard cock … I knew I was really ripe from the ass, cunt and cum from three other girls as well as my own. I told her Polly, “You know I have had sex today …are you sure you want to go on .? She said ” I told you just save a little for me …” She then asked …” how many other girls did you fuck today ?” I told her a “gentleman doesn’t tell “. She said …”.well I think you with with Sharon and the two Lindas “..”..I want to taste them ” She bent over and gave me a soft gentle blow job, cleaning every discharge on my cock while masturbating herself ….She then said ….” now you are ready for me.” She sat down on my lap impaling herself on my cock and started to slowly move herself up and down, while frenching me and putting her tits in my mouth ….It was so different from the raw hot passion of my three other girlfriends I had fucked that day …..smothered in her arms and tits and her frenching me my cock was being slowly drawn to it’s 4th orgasm of the day … it happened slowly then quickly …. she started to move fast, breath quickly, clench my cock with her cunt muscles and I too scum out my last into her cunt ….I said to her “Baby, now I have your sex all over my cock and groin” …. She said “Finally I have your scum up inside my pussy” ….I ‘ll have it tonight when I masturbate myself to sleep and when I wake up in the morning. …I’ll suck, smell and taste my fingers all night” …. It was a hard day at school.

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Fiction

Mum’s Generosity – Chapter 2

In Chapter 1 – 14 year old Frank masturbates in his room while thinking about his mum who finger fucked herself in the shower in front of him while he came all over the toilet two weeks previously. Meanwhile…..

True Story

Close Your Eyes Little Girly Boy

This is not a first time experience kind of story. I figured there are enough of those. Also, our “first time” is a little foggy to me, as it had been a gradual process. This is just a recounting of one experience we had shared. As usual, if this disgusts you to the point of leaving negative feedback, then don’t read it. I notice there is some hypocrisy concerning incest stories between two males versus heterosexual incest stories. You’d think that no kind of incest is “acceptable” to actually indulge in. Such is the nature of homophobia, I suppose.

Fantasy

I’m the Friday night entertainment

Friday Night Entertainment.
Since the holiday in my story “Holiday Park Slut,” Chas and me have enjoyed quite an active sex life, With me carrying on my liking for gangbangs. I have had several sessions in car parks, local parkland, and at home. The last one being with a group of workmen who were sorting out the electricity at the end of the close.
Chas came home one lunchtime to find four men giving his naked wife a good shagging from each end. They had been having their tea and “crumpet” for morning and dinner breaks for the last few days. The one fucking me had a large cock, it must have been at least ten inches, and wasn’t he making me scream as he rammed it in hard up to his balls every thrust. The others were telling him to fuck my brains out, which in the end they all did, they had a extra long lunch hour that day, and they all had second helpings this time up my ass except the man with the large cock he was just to big for her ass that time, so I sucked him off with him cumming in my mouth and over my face.
This brings me to my main story about a now regular outing that we have most Friday nights at a pub quite a way out in the country.
FRIDAY NIGHT ENTERTAINMENT.
It all started when Chas, my mum, and I went out for a drink one Friday night and ended up at a pub way out of town into the country.
There was a local dance going on, so we were all soon enjoying ourselves. As the night went on I was getting more and more into the party mood, and was soon dancing with various men, and not only dancing as all the men were groping my ass and tits, during one slow dance a man openly had his hand up my short dress and was fingering my cunt, my thong and cuntlips on show to everyone. Chas and mum sat back and watched for a while then they went and had a few dances themselves with different men and women, and Chas ended up chatting with some guys and playing pool in another part of the pub.
After several more dances the guy I was dancing with took hold of my arm and pulled me towards the exit telling me to come with him. On the way out as we passed a group of his mates, some of whom I had also danced with and been touched up by. As he passed he lifted my dress up, and pushed his hand down the front of my tiny thong and started fingering my cunt. He said to them to come with us as I had a big wet cunt and he was going to have some fun with the tart.
As soon as we were all outside and around the rear of the pub they were all over me. I was soon stripped naked, and hands and fingers were exploring my body and holes. This was followed shortly by me being pushed onto my back across an old table out there, getting a good tounging and then a cock buried deep up my cunt. He soon cum, shooting deep into my waiting hole. Another soon took it’s place.
While the third guy was giving my ass hole a good reaming, the first guy went back into the bar. Chas and my mum told me later that he had gone in for another drink, and they had the landlord and his wife say to him “where the hell had he been, that they thought he had gone home which was unlike him. The guy had laughed and said him and a few of his mates were outside giving this tart a good fucking, the others were still out there. The landlord had shouted out “did you hear that men, how about if they bring the tart in hear as it must be getting cold out there”. “Yea, go on bring the slut in here”, the wife had added. There was a cheer all round so the guy had said yes why not and dissappeared back outside. They both had knew the tart he had been on about must be me as I was not around and no other women were present.
The guy came back outside and waited while the last guy was fucking me. When he had shot his load he walked over and pulled me off the table.
“We’re taking you back inside now slut, There’s alot of guys in there wanting to use that big cunt and asshole of yours, so you won’t be needing your clothes,” he said.
We all went back into the bar, and as I walked in there was a loud chourus of whistles and cheers went up. This was not surprising as I was naked except for my high heels, and you could see I had been receiving a good shagging. My nipples were hard and red from all the attention they had been getting and there was cum in my hair, on my face, tits, and running down the insides of my thighs from my asshole and cunt.I looked around. There must of been at least 30 guys and several women in there.
“I hear there are alot more cocks that need some holes to fuck in here, and I just happen to have three holes here that are dying to have some cocks shoved in them.” I shouted out to even more cheeres.
The landlord, who was a big rough looking man in his fifties i’d say, walked over to me.
“Umm, ummm. Looks like we got us some cock sucking bitch to have some fun with boys,” he said.
He walked around me taking in my naked just fucked body. As he was around the back of me he slapped me hard on my ass cheeks leaving a red handprint on it. I cried out at the sharp pain. He told me I looked a right fucking slut, a well used whore walking in like that so I was going to be treated like one. He sqeezed my ass, then run his finger down my ass crack and then inserted a finger in my ass hole. I shuddered as he began to finger fuck me in the ass.
“Looks like they’ve already had some use of this, and it’s going to get a lot more use tonight,” he said.
“I hope so. I want a lot more cock drilling out my asshole and cunt tonight,” I groaned at him.
He pulled his finger out and put it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took his fat cummy finger in and sucked all the slimey cum from my asshole off it. He continued down cupping my tits in both hands. He sqeezed my tits and rolled my hard nipples between his fingers. He let go, then gave my tits a couple of hard slaps. I groaned out loud at this rough treatment I was recieving.
He then run his hands on down my stomach, over my smooth shaved pubic mound, and between my legs where he shoved some large fingers up my cunt. I pushed my ass into his groin and ground my cunt down onto his fingers as they worked in and out of me. My breathing was ragged and I was moaning loudly.
“Well arn’t you just some fucking dirty cunt. Your cunt and asshole all filled up with cum.” The landlord shouted at me.
All the crowd were watching and grinning at me, as I stood before them naked, my ass pressed hard into a strangers groin as he had his arms around me. His one hand on my tits, and the other hand a blur as it was thrust in and out of my cunt.
“Hell, Kath looks fucking good when she,s naked and being finger fucked like that in public don’t she Barbara,” I heard Chas say to my mum.
“Yea, she bloody well does. Mind you she does get a lot of practice. She’s always been a right slut, ever since she started getting fucked at fourteen. Always flashing her tits and cunt at men and ending up naked getting fucked or gangbanged.” mum replied.
Chas just laughed and said yep always a slut. Only happy when she’s got a cock or some object shoved in her holes.
The landlord told me I had a big cunt and that I must of had a lot of cocks in my time boring it out. I said I had and hoped it would see alot more along with my other holes tonight. The landlord grinned and said I wouldn’t be able to walk with my legs together after tonight, as they were all going to fuck me bandy, this brought a load of cheers all round. He said that he recond I had fucked dogs as well being such a cock hungry whore. I replied that I had and also a donkey and horses as well. He then told me I could perform with his two dogs for them all after they had finished with me. I groaned out that I would as I cum hard.
The wife a hard looking bitch walked over and slapped me across my face and tits.
“Fuck the filthy slag darling. Widen up that big cunt of hers ready for the rest of the men.” she said to her husband.
With that he cleared one of the tables of bottles and glasses and pushed me on to my back across the dirty, beer covered table. He roughly pulled my legs apart, opening up my smooth shaven cum filled cunt. He slapped my open cunt a few times making me grone and cry out. I went to put my hand there, but he pulled it away and shouted at me not to dare do that. He slapped my face, tits and cunt a few more times and shouted at me that I was just a filthy, cock sucking piece of cunt.
“Like to shave and show off your cunt hey, just like whores do,” he said to me.
“Ummm yes, guess that makes me a whore as well then,” I moaned back at him as he had now picked up a beer bottle off the floor and had pushed it deep in my juicy cunt, and was wanking me off once again.
“My slut daughter likes to shave her cunt to show it off for all the guys that fuck her,and believe me she’s shown it to hundreds,” my mum shouted out to him.
“And fucking had it used by hundreds,” Chas added.
Everybody laughed.
He continued to fuck me roughly with the bottle and slap my face and tits until I screamed out I was cumming again. I came hard as he plunged it in and twisted my nipples, and shouted at me to cum you fucking cunt. After he had finished wanking me to a climax, he took out the cum covered bottle, and I hungerly liked it clean. He then got his very large cock out and roughly shoved it in to the hilt up my cunt. I was moaning and telling him to fuck my cunt harder but I was soon silenced when another man shoved his cock in my mouth and began to fuck my mouth furiously, yanking on my hair making me deepthroat him.
“That’s it slag, suck on my cock and balls,” he ordered me.
I did, sucking and licking hard, taking each ball into my mouth, the guy groaned loudly as he finely shot a load of hot sticky cum down my throat and over my face. After the landlord had cum, he came and sat on my face and ordered me to lick his asshole. As I did he had my legs held open wide by two other guys and gave my well exsposed cunt a good spanking.
“This isn’t the only asshole your going to have your tounge stuck up tonight,slut,” he said to me.
My body squirmed and shook underneath him as his hand made contact with the soft flesh of my cunt. My cries were muffled by his ass on my face. On each wack he shouted out to get my tounge deeper up his crack. Or told me I deserved this for being such a well used meat hole, just a piece of cunt to fuck and empty their bodily fluids into or onto. Other hands reached over and maulded my tits. Squeezing them, and also pulling on and twisting my now hard swollen nipples.
“Fuck, you are a filthy cunt, a real piece of shit whore,” My mum shouted to me.
When he had finished, I shouted out to them to fuck me legless, get their cocks in my wet well used cunt, gangfuck my ass, destroy my ass hole. I begged them to fuck my mouth, fill it with cum. Wank over my face and tits, piss on me. Just use me as their own personal filthy back alley whore, to use me as their cum receptical.
“Come on guys. Form a line. The cumslut wants all your cocks in her well used holes, and a belly full of cum by the end of the night,” mum shouted out again.
“Yea come on, get some fucking cock up this sluts cunt,” I shouted to them as I opened my legs wide.
After that, they all formed a line and took it in turns to fuck my cunt, ass, and mouth. At one stage as I was kneeling on an old sofa and lay hanging over the arm of it so my ass was in the air, they took it in turns at fucking my ass. They pounded it without mercy, all their weight on top of me as the rammed their cocks deep in my shit hole. I screamed and cried out at the onslaught my asshole was taking which just made them fuck it harder. Others just pulled my head up by my hair and fucked my mouth, not caring how much I gagged as the held my head with their cocks down my throat to the hilt. Some just like to slap my tits as they hung down, or slap and spit on my face while shouting obsceneties at me.
“Fucking hell cunt. You love having your ass drilled don’t you. Won’t be so tight after we’ve all finished fucking the shit out of it though,” some guy shouted out as he savagely fucked me.
I managed to gasp yes, but was soon silenced again as a cock was shoved in my mouth down to it’s balls.
Late into the night I was fucked on the bar, across tables, and taken outside into the carpark and fucked across car bonnets, picnic tables and on the floor in the outside mens toilets. I was in heaven having all these cocks to play with, all these rough men using and abusing my naked body. Untill the early hours, the cocks were fed into me, wanked over me. Hands mauled and slapped my naked flesh, and the still night air echoed to my screams of pleasure and pain as I lost count of the times I cum.
Chas and mum were enjoying watching his naked slut wife perform, listening to my moans of lust, me gunting like an animal and crying out over and over again that I was cumming. Watching these strangers taking me in all positions, ramming their cocks in all my holes, three, four, and even five men at once forcing their hard sweaty cocks into my body, so I had to suck on two at once, or had two cocks buried in my cunt or ass, or just each hole filled and cocks in each hand being wanked. Beer and wine bottles were also shoved in my cunt and ass to wank me off. They were making me do every obscene and perverted act they could think up, and I was ready to do it.
Several men also gave me a good hard spanking which I love, and one man bent me across the pool table and gave my ass a hard slapping with a table tennis bat, this made me moan and shout out crude comments like do it harder, punish me for being such a cock hungry slut, and to keep on using and abusing my body.
After he had finished he gave the bat to my mum.
“Here, why don’t you give your whore of a daughter a good hiding,” he said as he handed the bat to her.
“Yea, think I will at that,” she replied.
She first inserted the handle into my asshole and cunt wanking me off, then brought the bat down hard with a loud thwack. I screamed out. Again and again she whacked my naked ass cheeks, turning them bright red. A few of the guys where holding me down as my body squirmed and shook from the punishment. On every contact with my flesh I let out a loud scream. She finally stopped and gently rubbed my ass with her hand, then inserting a few fingers into my cunt.
“You are a cock hungry cumslut, daughter. Look at that big cunt and asshole of yours, full of cum from all the cocks thats been up them. A dirty whore like you really deserves a good thrashing now and then.” she said to me.
“Yes I do mum,” I groaned back to her.
As she finished spanking me, another guy took over with the bat whacking my now scarlet ass cheeks.
I saw some guy walk over to where mum and Chas were.
“Hey mate, you ever thought of hiring your slut wife out to a whore house? I know of one. Their always looking for new cunts to sell. It’s a bit cheap and run down, but I recon the whore would fit right in there. Spend most of her time on her back she would. Looking at her she’d get a lot of cock, be well used those holes of hers. Be just what she likes.” I heard him say to them.
“UMMM, Yea, maybe worth thinking about. Wears me out the slut does, and always looking for more cock. Get plenty there and make some cash. Got a card or pnone number I can have,” Chas replied.
“Yea, here’s the pnone number. Tell them Dave from the pub gave you the number. I’ll get to fuck her for free then when i want to,” the guy said and laughed.
Chas laughed and said he would give them a call.
“Oh, the whore wouldn’t mind fucking dogs or horses now and then for an audience. Being used by other women, or getting a bit of whipping and slapping around would she.” he asked Chas.
“No, that filthy meathole there wouldn’t mind that one bit,” mum answered back and pointing to me still getting spanked and sucking on a cock as well.
All the while I was rubbing and fingering my cunt untill I moaned out load and said I was cuming hard. I told them all it always made me cum hard when I was spanked and next time perhaps they could use a leather whip across my tits and cunt as well as my ass. The men egerly agreed and said they would get one for the next session.
The men told me they had never seen a women take so much cock, especially up the ass, that I must be a real slut, a whore to like doing this. I said a slut yes, but a whore charges and I do it for free and enjoy it, so to get on and do it, fuck and whip my sluttish body some more. That was what it was for, what I was there for, to be used as a cum bucket. So they did. Mum took her go as well. Wanking me off with a large wine bottle. Really ramming it deep and fast in my holes. Everybody loved watching this. A women reaming out her naked daughters cunt with a bottle in front of a large audience.
The night was finished off with a mass wank and piss over me while I was spreadeagled on the ground outside. I was dragged across the pub floor and outside into a dirty yard by my hair where I was dumped in a pile of rubbish.
“Your where you belong now, in with the trash,slut,” one of the older men shouted at me.
“She likes to be naked and fucked or pissed on amonst the trash in dirty yards or alleyways. The slag’s always doing it. It gets her off, makes the cunt as horny as hell,” Chas said.
They all got their cocks out and began pissing or wanking over me, covering me from head to toe with their cum and smelly yellow piss. As they did I was rubbing it into my tits and the rest of my body and wanking myself off. I opened my mouth as they ordered me to as jets of piss were aimed at my face, filling my mouth to overflowing as others wanked into it mixing their cum with the piss in my mouth. Chas and mum was with them looking down at this filthy cumslut, this fortytwo year old women lying down there in the garbage naked, with about thirty men who had just fucked her, pissing and wanking over her including himself and thinking what a dirty whore he had for a wife, but loving it.
After everybody had finished with me, they all watched as I writhed around in the large pool of piss, rubbing my tits and fisting my cunt. Slowly, all the men including Chas and my mum went back in to have a few more drinks. I washed myself down at an outside tap, and dried myself off with a couple of old towels that were lying around, and then walked back into the pub still naked. I sat down at the bar and the men brought me a few drinks untill I deceided it was about time to get home. It was then that I was reminded by chas and mum that I had a show to put on for them with the dogs. I groaned and said I suspose I had said I would.
The landlord brought in his two large dogs. I got off the bar stool and got onto my hands and knees on the floor, parted my legs, and stuck my ass in the air, so my well fucked cunt was ready to take the dogs cock.. The first dog was brought over and I wanked his cock untill it was hard and protruding from it’s sheath. It was taken behind and was soon on me. It’s front legs wrapped around my waist. The front legs had been bandaged so the dew claws would not scratch me. The dog went at it fast and hard. It’s large cock pounding into my cunt.
“Hell, Kathy loves to be like that on all fours being dog fucked,” I heard Chas say.
“Yep, I’ve certainly got a dirty bitch for a daughter and you for a wife,” mum replied to him.
I was panting and grunting loudly, just like I was a dog bitch. It soon came in me. It was pulled away not caring that it was still knoted. Luckily I had had so many cocks and beer bottles shoved in me that night it slipped out without to much trouble.
The second dog was led over and it started over again. This time though it got it wrong at first and for the first few minuets fucked my ass. This made me squeel and the crowd laugh and cheer. It finaly got it right though and gave my cunt another hard reaming out. It was slightly larger than the first one and I moaned out loud as if fucked me hard and fast until I screamed out I was cumming as it shot another load of hot doggy cum deep in my cunt. When it had also cum in me and was led away, I just rolled onto my back and lay there panting. The dogs fresh cum running out of my baggy cunt hole.
“Fuck, I’m knacked. I recon it’s about time I went home now and got some sleep.” I said.
They all laughed and said that they were not surprised with all the fucking I had recieved.
My mum shouted out that they should bring a horse next time as she loves their big cocks, and it’s a good laugh seeing the slut take a horses cock up her cunt.
They helped me up off the floor. My dress was brought for me and I got dressed and said my farewells. The landlord said I should “cum” every Friday, I could be their “Friday night entertainment”, and also fuck a horse for them next time. I agreed saying it would be fun. so most every Friday we go to this pub, in sepperate cars. I go in first, and about ten minuets later Chas so as not to cause any problems, and he usually finds me already stripped naked and being fucked bandy. Friday night is now a men only night at the pub, although they let my mum and a few of her friends in to watch as they like the idea of using me in front of my mum and several other women.
Last Friday they asked me to turn up earlier as one of the younger men was having a stag party there so I would have some fun that night. When Chas got there about an hour later I was tied naked, face up, legs spread wide across a table and anybody could use me when they wanted to, and a lot had. The men were just coming up to me and shoving their cocks into which ever orifice they wanted to. I was also whipped across my tits and cunt like I wanted. Later on I was turned over and tied down and my asshole was gangbanged and used as a cum recepticle.
Chas walked over to me later, and shoved his cock deep into me. He said it was hell of a horny sight to see me writhing around and hearing me cry out in pleasure and pain, as the strips of leather came down across my tits, thighs, and smooth shaven cunt. He was twisting my nipples as he told me this. Over the night I was fucked repeatadly in every orifice, wanked on and pissed on as I was tied down. I also finished the night fucking the landlords two dogs again and a horse that they had brought along especially. By the end I was thourghly exhausted, but I had loved every minute of it.
The landlord had taken lots of photos which were handed out to the guests, and he also said he was going to pin some of them up behind the bar, so if you are ever down south and come across this pub you will probably see my photographs, and if a Friday night who knows what you may see or get! (no names the pubs our secret you will just have to find it yourselves).
I drove home naked that night so as not to get my clothes in a mess, and quite a few long distance lorry drivers got a good eyefull of me at traffic lights and roundabouts.
I told Chas that the landlord had other plans for me which I was looking forward to, one of them being was for him and a group of the men to take me into the next town late one evening and for me to strip naked and be fucked in various locations around the town being careful not to get caught by the law, and to take photos of me in action along the way. Chas was well up for that. Chas had also told me that night about what the guy had said about the whorehouse and given me the number. I told him I had phoned the number and had fixed up a day with them so they could see if I was up to a day of being naked and getting the shit fucked out of me. I had told them no problem, but that is another story and the end of this one.

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Vickie’s Abduction part 4

They all agree that he has given them the most exciting sex of their entire lives and do not want to lose that. They all agree that he has shown them the pleasure of the dark kinky side of sex which excites them all.

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Just Us 3

the following happened when I was a junior in college. I had moved into my fraternity house for the spring semester of the school year. Living with 40 others guys was going to be a big change. I had grown pretty close with my fraternity brothers and loved hanging out with them. I could handle the loud noise and dirtiness. One thing that took me some time to get used to was the communal showers.
Of the 4 halls in my fraternity house, the hall I lived on had the best looking guys on it. None of my friends knew I was bi. Nonetheless, I would occasionally check them out from time to time. It was all new to me to shower in front of other guys every morning. The shower room only had 4 shower heads in it, so in the mornings before class it was always backed up and being used. It took some time to get used to being around a bunch of guys with their dicks flopping around freely. But I adjusted and got in and got out of the shower every morning, maybe taking a bit of a glance at someone’s ass every now and then.
Being bi, it was a lot for me to handle..seeing these young, ripped and fit guys lather themselves up every single morning. Quite the turn on. Everyone once and while I would have to slip out of the shower because I felt myself getting a hard on.
Being around these guys all the time certainly gave me some fantasies. I never acted on them though. I was too afraid to at the time. All that changed when spring break rolled around. All of my fraternity brothers were heading to Cancun for spring break. I didn’t come from much money, and bills were hard enough, so I decided to stay in town for spring break. Two of the guys on my hall, James and Thomas, were in a similar boat financially, so they also stayed at the house for the week.
Thomas, James, and I knew it would be a little creepy being in a big fraternity house just the three of us for a whole week. But we were all good friends, so we had no problem hanging out with each other the whole time.
We all had our own rooms, and by the time we woke up on the first day, everyone else had already left for their early morning flight to Cancun. It was just me, Thomas, and James.
I slept in until about 11 and headed down the hall to go take a shower. I heard water running, so I assumed Thomas or James was in there showering. I walked into the big, open shower area and couldn’t see anything. The room was filled with so much steam. Finally I could see it was James showering. Not only was he showering, he was very intensely jacking off, letting out a little moan every few seconds. I guess he hadn’t heard me come in. I waited for about 30 seconds before finally letting him know I was in there.
James quickly turned the other way, knowing he was caught. β€œHa, sorry man. My bad”, he said. Β“It’s all good man, we all do it”, I replied, trying not to make a big deal out of what I had just saw. I stripped off my towel and began showering, again not trying to make a big deal of the fact I just walked in on James beating his meat. A few seconds later James grabbed his towel and headed out of the shower. I guess he was a little embarrassed by what had just happened.
A few minutes later I was out of the shower and changed back in my room. I went ad woke up Thomas, who was still asleep. Thomas was the go-to weed guy. That guy who would always smoke you out anytime of the day. I told him that me, him, and James needed to relax and smoke. He of course agreed.
I got James and the three of us were sitting in Thomas’ room rolling a fat blunt. We were all pretty ripped not long after, just sitting there listening to some music. All of the sudden, James just blurted it out: β€œAlright man, you saw me wacking it in the shower this morning. Its not a big deal.” I laughed a little bit, and responded by telling him I didn’t care and I had beat it plenty of times in the shower before.
β€œI mean, its just Rebecca dumped me last night and I just really needed to bust a nut”, James said.
β€œWell shit man, I’m sorry I interrupted you. You probably got terrible blue balls”, I said back.
James gave a bit of a nod. I knew that face, he definitely had blue balls and needed to blow his load.
It was almost like clockwork. Thomas stood up and said, β€œI have just the perfect cure for us then”. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a porno DVD. He then walked over to his TV and put it in. James and I kind of looked at each other, both thinking it was a little weird, but going along with it.
β€œI jack off to this all the time. This is the best porno out there right now”, Thomas said.
It wasn’t long into the video that Thomas took the lead and unbuttoned his jeans. He began rubbing his boxers. James and I could see his cock growing hard. Finally Thomas stood up and dropped his boxers to his ankles, exposing his well-groomed pubic area and raging hard cock. He began to slowly pump up and down on it.
James and I looked at each other. We both gave each other a look and kind of smiled, as we were both about to do the same. We simultaneously got up, took off our shirts, undid our jeans, and dropped our underwear to the ground.
James and I were both standing there with raging hard ons. His dick was bigger than mine, about 7 inches hard with a little curve to the left. It was gorgeous.
Before long the three of us were sitting on the couch caressing our hard dicks. I couldn’t believe it, I was engaging in my first circle jerk. I was loving every minute of it.
I glanced over at Thomas to see him rubbing a finger up his ass. This really turned me on. I could see him glancing back at me.
Thomas and I looked over at James, tilting his head back. he looked so beautiful with his muscular arms, tanned body and six pack there playing with his cock.
Finally I said to them, β€œAlright, is anyone watching this porno anymore. Because it seems like we’re just watching each other”
James and Thomas both laughed.
β€œSo what do we do now, then?”, James asked.
Without any hesitation, Thomas walked over to where James and I were sitting next to each other. Thomas got down on his knees and began jerking me and James off simultaneously. Both of us were shocked by this. We both never thought this would go past just jerking off together, but it felt so good that neither of us objected.
Thomas then grabbed James’ dick and began sucking it, still jerking me off too. With this, I leaned over and began kissing James. At this point, my dick was raging hard. I had never been this hard. I was hooking up with 2 of the hottest guys I know.
James stuck his tongue in my mouth then pulled back. He lowered his head down to my lap and took all of my 6 inch dick deep down his throat, with Thomas still sucking him off. His warm lips felt amazing around my cock. He slowly worked my shaft, licking my balls and making me beg for more. I grabbed his head, pushing him deeper onto my dick.
β€œI think its Thomas’ turn to get his dick sucked”, I joked.
James and I both got up and let Thomas sit down on the couch. We both got down on our knees and shared his sleek 8 inch dick. James worked his dick while I licked his balls and ass. I was having the time of my life. I felt James’ hand reach over and start jacking me off. I returned the favor.
β€œOh fuck, Im gonna fucking cum”, Thomas yelled out. A few seconds later Thomas began breathing heavily and shot a huge, warm load all over James’ and my face. Thomas was in pure ecstasy, with his toes clinched and head tilted back. James and I kissed, swapping Thomas’ cum back and forth before both swallowing it.
We all paused for a minute. β€œI want someone to fuck me”, Thomas said.
With no hesitation I pushed him further on his back, exposing his cute asshole. I rubbed my dick against his ass and began pushing my way in. It was so tight. Thomas winced in pain, but soon began to enjoy his ass getting pounded. At the same time James got up and shoved his dick in Thomas’ mouth.
I was beginning to pump harder and harder into Thomas’ ass. It was the tightest thing I had ever fucked before. James was standing on the couch with Thomas sucking his rock hard cock, gripping his hair and forcing Thomas to take even more of him.
I could feel my dick tightening up. I knew I was about to blow my load. James began breathing faster, he was about to cum too. I yelled out a moan and forced my dick the farthest in Thomas’ ass I could and shot my load. I looked up and saw James’ hand having Thomas’ head forced all the way over his cock as he shot his load down Thomas’ throat.
James and I had both just had amazing orgasms. Thomas looked worn out, but loved every minute of the fun.
Our breathing finally came to a regular pace again as we all sat there with our dicks still hard and ready to go.
β€œDamn I’m glad we decided to stay here for spring break”, I said. James and Thomas just glanced at me and smiled.
And this was only day 1 of our spring break at home together…

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The Violated Virgin by Ward Fulton Chapter 1

Not mine…Chapter 1
The mall was crowded with students, all eager to take advantage of the
sunshine and the soft spring breeze that blew gently off the river.
Every bench was occupied, and even the wide concrete borders which
fringed the flowerbeds were jammed with chattering teenagers, their
spirits lifted by the final departure of winter and the sight of
thousands of daffodils which heralded the approaching season.
The clock on Old Main indicated eleven-thirty, and Suzanne glanced up
impatiently as she pushed her way through the throng. Yvonne had said
eleven-fifteen. Where was she? Nervously, Suzanne turned and bumped
into a tall, blond young man, who grinned at her impudently. “What’s
the hurry?” he said in a lazy drawl, his eyes quickly scanning her
figure approvingly.
“Sorry,” she muttered, stepping back, then going on again. Her ears
burned as she heard a soft whistle of appreciation before he became
lost in the crowd. She smiled to herself; he had been rather nice-
looking. But not as handsome as Sam. No one was as handsome as Sam. Oh,
why couldn’t she have gone with him to Europe? Almost subliminally she
heard her mother’s voice: “Go to Europe with that young man? Suzanne,
you must be out of your mind. What would the neighbors say? Of course,
if you got married first …”
Married. who would want to get married at nineteen? Maybe some kids
did, but then usually because they had to. And Suzanne had decided when
she was fifteen that she was going to wait, at least until she was out
of college. Of course, after meeting Sam, she had been sorely tempted.
Sam was a very persistent suitor; it had taken all her will power not
to give in to him, not only to his proposal, but his propositions as
well.
She felt a tingling in her loins at the memory of his strong face above
hers, his hands gently caressing her body, and the suggestive bulge in
his pants. That bulge. Oh, how many times hadn’t she wanted to reach
out and feel it, the way his fingers would feel her breasts. But every
time, her mother’s voice rang in her ears, and her mounting desires
would suddenly turn to guilt and self-recrimination, and Sam would
again go home, frustrated and disappointed. No wonder he went to
Europe; he was probably sleeping with every available girl he met. At
least that’s what Yvonne had said to her. Yvonne … where was she?
Suzanne glanced up at the clock again. Eleven-forty. She hated people
who weren’t punctual, and Yvonne should know better.
“Here you are, darling!”
The throaty greeting penetrated above the noisy clamor, and Suzanne
turned with a smile of relief.
“Yvonne, where’ve you been?”
The angular face beamed at her. “Right here. Since eleven-fifteen. I
guess I was too busy checking over the new talent. Christ, I think
these kids get sexier each semester.”
Yvonne’s overly large and overly made-up eyes followed two young men as
they walked past. She gave a soft whistle.
“Did you see the basket on that one?”
Suzanne grabbed her arm, and began guiding her through the crowd
towards Woodward Avenue.
“Yvonne, you’re too much. Can’t you think of anything else?”
Yvonne laughed, a thunderous bellow that had once been likened to the
blast of the tug-boats on the river.
“Anything else, darling? Oh, come off it, my little vestal virgin. Once
you spread your legs for a man, you’ll find there’s not much else worth
thinking about.”
Suzanne bit her lip and remained silent. Although she was rather proud
of her virginity, she had to admit the many moments when she had almost
given it away to Sam. Oh, Sam, where the hell are you right now?
“Believe me, Suzanne, I hope you do get laid pretty soon. It’s good for
the digestion, among other things. Where do you want to eat? Verne’s?”
They turned down the sidewalk and walked past the Maccabees Building.
Suzanne kept silent, with her friend’s words echoing in her brain.
Maybe she would get laid after all. No, no, no. The little voice rose
again, as it always did; save it for Sam. He’s the only one. He loves
you. And you love him. Let his shaft be the first one to break through
into your pulsating cavern. Oh, Sam … Sam …
She blinked her eyes as they left the sunlit sidewalk and entered the
darkened interior of the bar. Yvonne led the way over to a corner table
and collapsed into a chair. Suzanne seated herself opposite and smiled.
“Good to see you,” she said sincerely, looking across the table at her
friend, thinking again that she was indeed fortunate to have an older
woman to guide her through the first hectic weeks of classes at Wayne.
Not that she was helpless; but after graduating from a high school
class of only sixty-two, she felt more than overpowered by the size of
the student body. She remembered hearing that the total enrollment at
Wayne State was over twenty-five thousand. No more personal touches
from the teacher; she would be merely a small insignificant cog in the
educational machine,
“What are you having?”
The slender, pale-faced girl had approached the table, pencil and pad
poised. Yvonne looked up and blew smoke in her face, unintentionally.
“I’m having a hamburger, dear,” she said. “Okay for you, Suzanne?”
Suzanne nodded. “Yes, please. And a large Coke.”
“I’ll take a vodka and seven,” said Yvonne, “I need a little something
this morning. Last night just about wore me out.”
She gripped her cigarette firmly, and Suzanne noticed the fine lines
around her lips, matching those at the corners of her eyes. Suzanne had
never asked Yvonne her age, but she suspected it was around thirty.
Yvonne had been going to Wayne for over six years. She jokingly
referred to herself as a professional student.
“So, you excited?”
Suzanne nodded.
“Of course I am. I’ve been looking forward to this for years. Of
course, mother isn’t very happy about my getting the apartment.”
Yvonne’s throaty laugh echoed through the bar. “Of course she wouldn’t
be. She’s afraid you’re going to start dragging in every male on
campus. But then …” Yvonne’s eyes twinkled. “I guess there’s not much
chance of that as long as you’re carrying that torch for Sam, huh?”
Suzanne nodded. “Not a chance.”
“Well, you can always come up and spend those lonely evenings with me
and Carole.”
“Thanks, but I plan to do a lot of studying. I’m also going to start a
little project of my own, investigating the poor families in the
neighborhood. That’s one of the reasons I’m moving into your building.
It’s close enough to that section up on West Forest. I want to really
find out how those people live and what their problems are.”
Yvonne sniffed. “Just watch yourself. You might be able to walk down
the streets in Grosse Pointe at night without getting raped, but not in
this neighborhood. So just be careful.”
“I will.”
“And …” Yvonne giggled. “If you do get in a situation that looks like
trouble, remember to go for the groin. A swift kick in the balls will
stop just about anyone.”
“I’ll remember,” Suzanne said, flushing slightly. She leaned back as
the waitress brought their drinks. Yvonne lifted her glass.
“Well, here’s to it,” she said, “And may he be hot, horny and handsome,
whoever he is.”
“Yvonne, you’re too much,” said Suzanne.
“Never,” was the blunt reply, “And take it from me, my girl, once
you’ve had a good hard cock up your innocent little pussy, you’ll know
what life’s all about.”
“Yvonne, don’t talk like that,” said Suzanne, her face turning scarlet.
“It’s not nice.”
“You sound like your mother,” said Yvonne cynically. “No wonder you’re
an only child. She probably let your old man in once, and that was
that. Don’t you make the same mistake. There’s nothing like a good fuck
to keep a girl in shape.”
The waitress returned with their food, and Suzanne breathed a sigh of
relief. She liked Yvonne very much, but her incessant preoccupation
with sex made Suzanne feel uncomfortable. She knew what Yvonne said was
probably true, but that was one area of truth she hadn’t yet learned to
face without embarrassment. Her mind fled back to the last night she
had spent with Sam before he flew to Europe. They had attended a dance
at the Detroit Yacht Club, and afterwards Sam drove to a secluded spot
on Belle Isle, and they sat watching the lights of the ships on the
river and the distant skyline of Windsor, and Suzanne had wanted to cry
her eyes out at the thought of being without Sam for three months. He
had put his arms around her, and their kisses were deep and prolonged.
She felt her loins stirring with desire, and Sam’s fingers caressing
her breasts did nothing to ease her mounting passions.
Finally, Sam had taken her hand and gently placed it over his crotch.
Before she jerked it away, she was conscious of the hard, throbbing
bulge there. “Please, please,” he had begged her, but she had turned
away, her face hot with anger, not at him, but with herself and her
inability to do what she really wanted to; but deep in her mind, her
mother’s voice still rang out commandingly. “I’m going to be gone some
time,” Sam said, “Give me something to remember.” She shook her head
and looked away. She was conscious of Sam moving, and she heard the
rustle of fabric. When she had turned back, she saw in the dim light,
the white outline of his cock protruding from his fly. His hand was
around it, and he was gently massaging it, up and down.
“Sam!” Her voice was tinged with terror.
“Relax,” he had said, “It won’t bite you.” And he had taken her hand
again, and this time her fingers felt the naked flesh of his penis,
firm and thick and long.
Almost with one movement, she pulled away, opened the car door and
stumbled across the grass, her dress tearing on the branch of a tree.
She came to a stop at the edge of the beach, and stood there, staring
out across the river, her mind whirling, her breasts heaving, and
within her loins the incredibly sensation of sexual stimulation like
she had never known before. She wanted to go back, to feel his shaft,
to close her lips around it, to feel it slide into her. She wanted it,
oh, how she wanted it; but she stood there, alone, tears streaming down
her cheeks.
After a while, she heard a soft footstep, and turned to see Sam
standing behind her. “I’m sorry,” he said, touching her arm, “but I had
to do something about it. I couldn’t stand it any longer.” Something
told her, without her asking him, what he had done. And within her
heart, she didn’t blame him. She sometimes masturbated herself at home.
“Come, I’ll take you home,” he had said, and without a word, she let
herself be guided back to the car. They kissed goodnight, and the next
day Sam left for Europe.
Oh, how she wished she had given in to his desires that night. If only
she didn’t feel the way she did about sex. If only she could be like
her other girlfriends who admitted freely that they slept with boys.
She wanted to; God knows she wanted to. But she had yet to chase the
overwhelming specter of guilt and retribution from her mind, the
feeling that if she did she would be guilty of the greatest
transgression. “It’s sinful the way some young people carry on,” her
mother had said so many times. “I’m glad Suzanne is a good girl.” If
she was such a good girl, why did it make her feel so bad?
* * *
Suzanne followed Yvonne up the steps to the blackened, time-worn
apartment house on Hancock Street. Just a few blocks from the campus,
the building would be most convenient, not only for school, but for her
intended research into the slum area to the west, peopled by white and
black families who formed a major portion of Detroit’s economically
deprived population.
Yvonne pushed open the door, and the smell of stale cooking odors
greeted their nostrils. A slovenly looking woman was mopping the tiled
lobby. She looked up and grinned.
“Hi, Yvonne,” she said, and then her beady eyes fastened on Suzanne.
“This must be your friend, Suzanne?”
Yvonne introduced her as Mrs. Sansome, and Suzanne shook hands,
conscious of the dampness of the fingers that enclosed her own. She
wanted to reach into her purse for a Kleenex to wipe the stickiness,
but she decided to wait.
“You’ll be renting 8B,” Mrs. Sansome continued. “It’s on the third
floor, just above Yvonne and Carole. It’s a nice place, and it has a
nice view from the balcony.” She gave a loud cackle, and Yvonne sniffed
deprecatingly.
“View?” she snapped. “You call Hancock a view?”
“S’better than looking into the alley,” retorted Mrs. Sansome with some
spirit. “Come, Suzanne. I’ll show you.”
They climbed the stairs, their footsteps echoing hollowly through the
building. Mrs. Sansome was breathing heavily by the time they reached
the third floor. Her stooped shoulders shrieked of years of drudgery
and her emaciated frame looked like it could blow away. Suzanne made a
mental note to talk to her landlady about her background; obviously she
was one of many poorer persons who supplemented their income by taking
care of apartments. Yes, that would be another aspect of her studies:
the exploitation of the poor by rich real estate tycoons. Detroit was
notorious for slum landlords, and while this building wasn’t exactly a
slum, it had obviously not been well cared for over the years.
“Well, here it is,” said Mrs. Sansome. “It ain’t elegant but it’s
clean.”
They walked into the living room, sparsely furnished with a well-worn
couch and chairs, a small desk and two lamps. Through a hallway Suzanne
glimpsed the kitchen and bathroom, and off one end of the living room
was a small alcove with a double bed.
“Same as ours,” said Yvonne. “Only cleaner, maybe.”
“Sure,” snapped Mrs. Sansome. “Yours was clean when you moved in.”
Yvonne snorted. “That was five years ago,” she said. “It hasn’t even
been painted since then.”
“No, and I wonder if it’s ever been cleaned,” retorted Mrs. Sansome.
Yvonne raised her eyebrows and glared. “Another crack like that and
I’ll report you to the Board of Health,” she said icily. She turned to
Suzanne. “Don’t mind us, dear. Mrs. Sansome and I have been friendly
enemies for years. She’s just jealous because I have more boyfriends
staying overnight than she does.”
Suzanne walked into the kitchen and looked around. The room was small,
and the stove very old, but there was an air of warmth about it that
appealed to her. She thought for a second of her father’s beautiful
home in Grosse Pointe, with the lavish display of built-in appliances,
formica counter tops, hand-rubbed cabinets and a brand-new dishwasher
and trash disposal. But that was his home. This apartment was going to
be hers; at least for a while. She turned to Mrs. Sansome with a smile.
“It looks fine,” she said. “I’ll start moving in right away. I have
some things in my car outside.”
Yvonne moved to the door. “See you later, darling. I have to get ready.
I have a date. ‘Bye now.”
Mrs. Sansome grinned, and turned back to Suzanne. “She’s a card,” she
said in a raspy voice, “but I like her. Oh, the rent’s payable in
advance. Eighty-five a month.”
Suzanne fumbled in her purse and took out her checkbook, wrote a check
quickly and handed it over.
“There.”
Mrs. Sansome handed over two keys, and walked downstairs with Suzanne.
In the lobby she paused and smiled. “You known Yvonne a long time?” she
asked curiously.
Suzanne nodded. “About a year,” she replied. “We met socially. Why?”
The old woman shrugged. “Nothing. You just seem a nicer type of girl
than she is, that’s all. Nothing against her, of course, you
understand. But I can tell you come from a nice family.”
Suzanne smiled. “Thank you. But I think Yvonne’s pretty nice, too, even
if she is a little rough at times.”
Mrs. Sansome nodded. “Most dykes are,” she said. “But then it takes all
types. See you, Suzanne.”
She waddled off down the hall, her body swaying beneath the weight of
the bucket and mop she carried. Suzanne stared after her, frowning.
Dykes. What did she mean by that? She’d never heard that word before.
Maybe it referred to the section of town where Yvonne had been born.
Like Hamtramack, where the Poles lived.
Brushing the thought from her mind, Suzanne walked out of the building
and down the steps to her MG parked at the sidewalk. She unlocked the
trunk and began unloading the boxes of things she had brought over. She
was busily stacking them on the sidewalk when she heard a voice.
“Hi. You moving into the neighborhood?”
She turned to see a young man standing behind her. He looked very
young, possibly not more than sixteen, she imagined, with a shock of
blond curly hair and an engaging smile on his face. He was dressed in
blue jeans and a torn T-shirt, and had no shoes.
“Yes, I am,” she replied.
“Here, let me help.”
He came forward, and started lifting one of the boxes. Suzanne
hesitated, then smiled.
“Thank you, that’s very kind. But it’s a long haul. I’m on the third
floor.”
“That’s okay,” said the young man. “I’m used to stairs. We live on the
fifth floor.”
“In this building?”
He laughed. “Oh, no, nothing as nice as this. We’re way up on Forest,
the other side of Third. Hey, what’s your name? Mine’s Donald.”
“I’m Suzanne,” she replied.
In silence they climbed up to the apartment and deposited their loads
on the floor of the living room. Donald stared around, then stood back,
looking at Suzanne with appreciative eyes.
“This sure is nice,” he said enviously. “I wish we had a nice place
like this.”
“You live with your folks?” asked Suzanne.
“Uh-huh. My mother and my older brother Ted. Say, I clean apartments
real cheap. You want me to help you up here?”
Suzanne laughed. “Well, let me think about it, okay? Maybe when I get
settled I’ll have some chores you can help with. What do you charge?”
He laughed. “Oh, not much. Maybe a dollar or so. I also run errands,
like to the store. I only charge fifty cents to go to the store.”
“Oh.” Suzanne realized she would be needing some milk, coffee and
sugar. “Donald, how about picking up some things for me now while I
finish unpacking?”
“Okay. I won’t charge you this time. Sort of a bonus for a new
customer.”
They both laughed, and Suzanne stared at him. He was really such an
appealing boy, with a fresh, innocent quality to his face. And he
seemed courteous and respectful, with no hint of the roughness that she
imagined would characterize a boy growing up in this neighborhood.
She made out a list, gave him a five-dollar bill, and he ran down the
stairs, whistling. Suzanne walked to the balcony of her apartment and
stared down at his figure, running quickly up Hancock Street and
disappearing from view. She turned back inside, humming to herself.
Only a half-hour in her new home, and already she’d met someone from
the neighborhood, someone that she knew would provide valuable research
for her social studies. Yes, she would certainly have to become better
acquainted with Donald and his family. They could be her first case
history.
With a sigh, she flopped into a chair and surveyed her new apartment.
She felt she was going to be very happy here. For the first time in her
life, she would have a place that was entirely her own. For a split
second, she wished Sam were there with her, and the sign on the door
read “Mr. and Mrs.” instead of merely “Suzanne Delacorte.” She made a
mental note to write to Sam that evening and tell him of her move.
To be continued…

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Just Another Day at the Hatchery Part 2

If you happened to have missed the first part of this story please go back to 17 Feb. 2014 when it was originally posted and read it. Otherwise please enjoy the second part. D.B. Thank you and if you have some comments feel free to include them also.