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Betsy's Fantasy Birthday Party - ASSM story codes MF, M+F,
oral, anal, gangbang
DISCLAIMER: This is an original work of fiction. Any
resemblance between the characters or events and any real
person or event is strictly coincidental. This story was
written only for my own amusement and that of others; the
views expressed by the characters or implied by their
actions should not be construed in any way to represent the
views of the author or any other person, on any subject
whatsoever. Nor should the descriptions of any sexual or
sadomasochistic activities be construed as an endorsement of
their safety or legality in any jurisdiction. (No sex is
safe; excessive masturbation can give you RSI.) I'm sorry
but I do not recall, Senator, and I believe I may have been
in the bathroom or out of the country at that time.
TMSAISTI.
WARNING: This story contains adult themes such as consensual
sex, profanity, sodomy, and group sex. If you are under
legal age in your jurisdiction or if such material offends
you or is unlawful to read in your community, you must stop
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Like many of the best fantasies, this is
based on a true story - actually three different events with
three different women, of whom Betsy is a composite, and the
gangbang part of it never happened with anybody. This is the
first story I wrote, so it is the first story I am posting. Your
comments are appreciated. Flames will be cheerfully deleted.
Betsy's Fantasy Birthday Party
This all happened quite a few years ago. Betsy and I had
been seeing each other on a semi-regular basis for about 4
months (I had another part-time girlfriend at the time
also). We first connected on a New Years Eve; she had been
standing alone in a bar, and I had recognized her as someone
who was an occasional customer at the store where I worked
at the time. She was no raving beauty but was not hard to
look at either; she seemed shy and forced herself to smile
too much, as I remembered. That night she was standing in a
corner alone, swaying to the music, looking lonely, and I
had asked her to dance. I was really interested in her
friend, but her friend seemed already occupied that evening.
We ended up going to her place for a night cap with her
friend, and after one drink her friend had left.
All it took was an arm around her waist and a little kiss,
and she had nearly thrown me into her bed. We fucked five
or six times that night, in just about every position I
could think of; she let me take the initiative and do pretty
much what I wanted. I was less adventurous and not so
dominant in those days, so I didn't get past oral sex (she
tried, too, but didn't quite know what to do - mostly just
put it in her mouth and slobber) and a finger in her ass
while I fucked her.
Betsy was taller than average, with dark shoulder-length
wavy hair, and just a little plump in spots. Her family
had Danish and Swedish and German ancestry. She always
dressed quite conservatively; dark loose-fitting clothing,
no short skirts, very plain maximum-coverage underwear,
opaque fabrics, high necklines, no makeup and little
jewelry. She had been raised in a very repressed Lutheran
environment that she seemed to be making only a small effort
to escape from.
She had smallish breasts with very large nipples, wide
hips, and generous ass and thighs; her waist was not small,
but it was certainly a waist, and she had only a small
swelling at her belly. Her pubic hair was very thick and
dark, and she had a large-lipped pussy that got sopping wet
quickly and stayed that way. It wasn't very tight to begin
with and after her first orgasm it would get really pretty
loose, even for my larger-than-average cock (8"long x 6"
circumference). In fact it was difficult to get enough
stimulation for me to come; I had to finish with her legs
together and straddling her, or on her side straddling one
leg with the top leg extended and crossed over it, or rear-
entry with her flat on her belly and with her legs together,
to obtain the needed friction. I really wanted to fuck her
tight asshole that first night, but after her orgasm with my
finger in her butt, she had said that hurts and please take
it out. So it didn't happen.
We spent at least one night together most weekends for the
next few months. I often gave her backrubs with oil, and
soon she would let me stick a greased finger into her ass
when I fucked her doggy style afterwards. But she most
liked to be fucked on her back, with her legs together and
me straddling her; she would usually come pretty quickly in
this position because she got a lot of stimulation on her
clit. One time in this position she was coming pretty hard
and said, "Hurt me. Hurt me." When I then roughly squeezed
her breasts and twisted her nipples, she really went wild
and thrashed around pretty good. But I had not discovered
my own interest in BDSM at that time, and did not pursue
that line of exploration as far as I now feel I should have.
She had one of the larger clits I have seen; a quarter inch
in diameter and a half inch long when erect, it was also
extremely sensitive; I could not directly stimulate it
except when she was already coming, or she would buck me
right off like I was riding the Strawberry Roan. I at one
point suggested that I should tie her down so I could lick
her clit properly, and she replied, "No, no, that's just too
weird and nasty, and I'm too afraid I might like it." I
didn't push that any farther either. It was not too
difficult to slide four fingers into her cunt once it was
good and sloppy wet. I never thought at the time of adding
the thumb and trying for the whole hand, but I am pretty
sure it would have gone in. As I say, I've learned a few
tricks since then.
She several times dropped hints that she was interested in
marriage; she showed me sets of sheets, and towels, and
dishes that she was saving, even used the phrase "when we
are married" a couple times. Not wishing to lead her on, I
told her that I was not interested in marriage, at least not
to her, and if it was what she really wanted she had better
look elsewhere. I told her that she was not the only woman
I was seeing. But she was persistent; it was she who called
to arrange most dates and meetings, although once we were
together the sex was up to me. She pretty much just laid
there most of the time. I was getting pretty bored with the
whole thing and was thinking about how to break it off.
One time, as I was trying to get her to describe some of her
fantasies to me, she said that she had sometimes wondered
what it would be like to have four or five strange men at
the same time. She said that she got horny walking past
construction sites, when the dirty, sweaty, muscular men
would whistle or make lewd comments, and wondered what it
would be like if they took her forcefully. This gave me an
idea, as she had a birthday coming up. And when I asked her
a week or so later if she would like to take a little trip
for her birthday and try something a little wild and crazy,
she agreed - without demanding to know what I meant by wild
and crazy. Oh, she asked of course, but I just said it
would be her birthday surprise and promised her she would
have a good time.
I bought her a complete outfit, partly from a mail-order
lingerie store. I had it wrapped in two boxes with some
bright red gift wrap. On the weekend of her birthday, we
drove a couple hours to a nearby city where I knew that
there was a suitable location for what I had in mind. I had
a motel room reserved. She was a little peeved when she saw
that it was at a truck stop motel five miles outside of
town, but forgot all about that when she found that it was
the honeymoon suite, had its own Jacuzzi and a vibrating bed
with mirrors on the ceiling, and there were bouquets of
flowers and a couple cold bottles of champagne waiting when
we walked into the room. We drank one of the bottles of
champagne, and then had some very warm and gentle love-
making. I told her to go have a bath, and she would get the
first part of her birthday present when she came out, and
then we would go to dinner.
She came out wrapped in a towel, and I handed her the first
box. She tore off the paper and opened it to find: a black
lace garter belt with black stockings, a black lace demi-cup
bra that cupped and lifted her breasts but left the nipples
and above completely exposed, a tight black skirt that was
below-knee length but was slit to mid-thigh up the front,
and a thin white silk blouse that, although not sheer, in
the right light was somewhat revealing. Upon opening the box
she held each garment up to examine it. I had them arranged
in the box so that the blouse was first, then the skirt,
then the garter belt and last the bra. By the time she held
up the bra, her eyes were very wide. It took her a moment
to realize just how much it didn't cover, and to realize
that there were no panties to go with it.
"You are going to wear this outfit to dinner," I said, "but
I want your pussy to be completely exposed under your dress,
so first I am going to shave you." Her eyes got even wider.
I led her back into the bathroom and pulled the towel off of
her. I sat her down on the edge of the bathtub, and took a
small pair of scissors out of my shaving kit. I knelt
between her legs and with the scissors trimmed away most of
the hair; then I laid a washcloth moistened with hot water
on her crotch for a few minutes. I lathered her up with my
shaving cream and using a new blade carefully shaved her
formerly very luxuriant bush completely smooth. I had her
rinse under the shower; I toweled her crotch dry and applied
some of my massage oil, which is walnut oil with herbs and
has a tingly, warming effect on the skin. All this time she
had not said a single word.
I led her back out of the bathroom, and pointed to the
clothes lying on the bed, and said, "Get dressed." And she
did! Still not a word. She had buttoned all but the top
button on the blouse, out of habit I guess. I unbuttoned
two more - now it was almost possible to see how little of
her breasts the bra really covered. I took her only pair of
black high heels out of my own bag - she hadn't noticed they
were gone from her closet, and I had never seen her wear
them - and handed them to her. As she bent to put them on,
I slipped a hand up her skirt and felt her pussy - it was
positively dripping! I folded up a handful of toilet paper
and handed it to her, saying, "Here - keep this between
your legs for a while, or you will have a wet spot on the
back of your skirt when we get to dinner. Get your sweater,
and lets go."
We drove a short distance to a fairly nice steakhouse - it's
what passes for a fine restaurant in this part of the
country - and had a very nice dinner. It was dimly lit by
candles on the tables. We each had a couple Martinis, I
ordered steak and lobster for both of us, and a bottle of a
very nice Cabernet. After dinner I checked my watch; there
was still some time to kill, so we split a piece of some
kind of cake that was mostly chocolate for dessert, then a
couple glasses of Drambuie liqueur.
Except for a few squeezes on her knee in the car, I kept my
hands off of her all through dinner. I kept telling her how
sexy she looked, and how turned on I was knowing that she
was sitting there with no panties on, and how I was going to
fuck her hard when we got back to the motel.
We drove back to the motel and just before we pulled in I
said, "Why don't we stop for a nightcap?" Well, right next
to the motel was the reason I had gotten the room here - a
locally infamous strip club with nude exotic dancers, simply
named "Bob's Lounge." And it was now about time for the
shifts to change at the nearby mill - I knew the place
usually got pretty wild then, and had checked with the bar
by phone to find out what time that happened. I parked
before she had a chance to object, and had her door open and
was pulling her out of the car.
We went inside and I paid the cover. It was nearly empty
and there were no girls on the stage, but I knew that would
soon change. I picked a table near the back but in a spot
that was a little more brightly lit than most of the room.
I ordered two brandies from the topless waitress, tipping
her very generously, and started whispered encouraging
things into Betsy's ear. I told her how hot she looked, and
that even when the girls came out on stage that guys would
be looking at her, and not them. I asked her what she
wanted to do first when we got back to the room - she just
sat there with her mouth open. I told her to hike up her
skirt just a bit, and cross her legs, and she did - a couple
inches of her naked thigh above the stocking top were now
visible above the bottom of the slit in her skirt. Pretty
soon, the guys from the mill started to come in, the music
picked up, and one of the dancers came out on stage and
began to strip.
Pretty soon the place was pretty busy - not really crowded,
but most of the tables were occupied. The third dancer was
now on stage, and she was getting fairly raunchy. Guys were
putting rolled up bills in their mouths and laying their
heads back on the stage, and she was picking the bills out
with her naked pussy. Betsy's eyes were big as saucers, she
was breathing in quick shallow pants, and her face was
fairly red. She had never seen anything quite like this and
obviously the emotions or the pheromones from a roomful of
horny men was having some sort of effect. As the dancer
left the stage, the music died down and I asked her, "Do you
see anyone here you would like to invite to your birthday
party?"
She turned her head back and forth, and I saw her gaze stop
on a table of men that was about 10 feet away, to the front
and a bit to one side of us. I nodded my head at them and
said, "What do you think? Would you like to have them all
for your birthday? I'll bet they would just love to come,
if we asked them nice!"
She was speechless - she just stared at them, finally she
nodded her head a little and said in a low whisper, "Okay.
Sure."
I put a hand on her thigh and gave it a little squeeze.
"Are you sure?"
"Uh-huh. I'm sure."
I turned her chair a bit so that she was now directly facing
them. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, and unbuttoned
another button on her blouse. Nearly revealing her nipples,
it was now quite obvious that her breasts were basically
bare beneath it. I pulled the hem of her skirt up over her
knees, and spread her thighs just a bit, so that by looking
up her skirt a considerable expanse of naked inner thigh was
clearly visible above the stocking tops. Then I got up and
stepped over to the bar, gave the waitress a twenty, and
asked her to bring that table a round on me. I waited until
the waitress showed up with their drinks, and pointed to
the table that was buying. When they looked over, Betsy was
clearly on display for them. I grinned and got up, and
walked over to their table. "Hey guys, want to help my
girlfriend celebrate her birthday? She'd really like for
you all to come!"
Betsy was grinning at them and blushing crimson. She spread
her thighs a little wider. They agreed quickly. They all
appeared to be in their twenties or early thirties, and
looked pretty fit, from the work they were used to doing.
They were also obviously sweaty and dirty. Perfect for my
scheme! I gave them the room number, told them to wait 10
minutes and knock three times twice, and bring beer if they
wanted it. Betsy and I got up and left, got into the car
and parked a dozen spaces away from our room. She was
trembling a little, and breathing fast as we walked up to
the door. "Are you sure you want this? Its not too late to
back out yet." I told her as I unlocked the door.
"Yessss," she said. "I do want it. And it IS too late."
I told her to unwrap the second package then. Inside were a
dozen condoms, a vibrator, a large tube of KY, and a sheer
black negligee that only came to just below her waist. As I
undressed except for my tight black briefs, I told her to
take off the skirt and blouse and put on the negligee, and
when she had I told her to lean over the bed. I put on my
robe, and then I put my hand to her pussy. It was dripping
wet - in fact the juices were already running down her
thighs. Then came the knock at the door.
I let the four men in - one of them was quite large, at
least 6'4" tall and over 250 pounds. They had all brought
their beers from the bar plus a couple of 6-packs. "Come in
gentlemen! Say happy birthday to Ann - she is 26 tomorrow!
Ann, come over and greet your birthday presents!"
Ann was her middle name; I wanted to keep this all
anonymous, so I never gave them our real names, and never
asked theirs. She walked over to them, and gave each one a
big deep-tongue kiss, stroking their cocks through their
pants as she did. They took advantage of the opportunity to
squeeze her ass and her tits. "Now unwrap the rest of your
presents." She knelt in front of the men and one at a time
she undid their pants and lowered them, and pulled down
their underwear, exposing their now erect cocks and sucking
them into her mouth.
As she did this I put the 6-packs on the dresser, brought
out the box of condoms and placed it beside the beer, and
spoke. "Here's the deal, gentlemen. You will be able to
fuck Ann in the pussy and in her mouth as many times as you
want, as long as you use a condom. As soon as you have
come, pull out and make way for the next man and remove your
condom - we want none of them slipping off inside her! I
have more condoms if we run out of these, so use a fresh one
for every go. If she gets dried out, I have lube here,
although I doubt we will need it. If you plan to stick
fingers into her, we would both appreciate it if you would
go wash your hands now. Stay out of her ass - that's
cherry, and it's mine. And I am in charge - I will direct
the scene. Now before we begin, there is the matter of her
birthday spanking."
Betsy's head spun and stared at me - her mouth was hanging
open, whether from the cock she had in her hand or my
statement about a spanking, I'm not sure. She had gotten
the pants down on the last man, the biggest one, and he had
an awesome tool; she couldn't fit the head into her mouth.
Fully 10 inches long and more than 7 inches in
circumference, I had little doubt that he would still be
able to easily sink it right into Betsy's capacious cunt. I
sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Ann dear, and lie
across my lap."
She stumbled towards me, propelled by a large hand at her
back. I pulled her down by the arms, and she lay across my
knees, her ass exposed for all to abuse. I slipped two
fingers into her pussy; it was already very wet and the
inner lips were swollen. "26, gentlemen, that's five
apiece for each of you, and 6 for me. Now form up in a line
and give her what she needs. She's been a VERY naughty
girl, and must be spanked. Aren't you naughty, Ann? Don't
you need a spanking, my dear?"
"Yessss." she sighed in a very soft voice.
"I will count. Please begin."
They lined up and spanked her; the big man was the last of
them and he spanked very hard. Each blow landed on her ass
with a POP! and by the time he finished her ass was very
red. She was now howling with each smack. I gave her a
hard slap on each cheek and then 4 to her pussy, not as hard
but allowing my fingers to first push into her sopping cunt
and then to directly impact her clit on the last two. She
shrieked and reached back to try to protect herself from the
blows with her hands, but it was too late - they were
completed by then. She was panting now.
I then lifted her off my knees and slipped the negligee off
of her shoulders, dropping it on the bed. I unhooked her
bra, and after removing it, laid her on her back on the bed,
with her ass barely on it and her legs hanging off, feet
resting on the floor. "I'll get her warmed up now for the
rest of you," I said, and I spread her thighs open and
knelt between them. "Each of you grab an arm or leg, and
hold her down - she's gonna buck pretty hard in a minute."
I turned on the vibrator, and began to tease her cunt with
it, rubbing just the buzzing tip around her lips and just
inside the lips, and several times just touching it briefly
to the very tip of her clit. Each time I did that, she
gasped and arched her back. She was beginning to moan
softly. Finally she began to ask for the dildo.
I slid it all the way in and out a few times, and then
concentrated my efforts on her G-spot, holding the buzzing
plastic shaft at an angle and pushing it in to about half
way, and then out while keeping the tip pushing against the
front of her vaginal wall. She was moaning louder, with a
groan every time I hit the spot with the vibrator. Pretty
soon I had figured out just where she found the feeling the
most intense. "Hold her now."
I leaned over and sucked her clit into my mouth and began to
flick it with the tip of my tongue, while I pressed the
vibrator hard against her G-spot and moved it in very short
quick strokes. She began to emit short screams that
punctuated each breath and was bucking her hips frantically.
Something like, "Waaoow, waow, whoh, oh, oh, oh, oh whoah oh
whoah, oh!" Finally she let out a long scream, and I sucked
her clit hard, gripped the shaft of it lightly between my
teeth and flicked it furiously with my tongue; she let out
another, higher scream, then collapsed with a gasp.
"OOOOOHHHHHH! YAAAAIIIIHHHHEEEEEEEE!"
She was flushed bright red from her hair clear to her belly,
and was breathing in gasps. Sweat was pouring off of her
face. "Gentlemen, start your fucking," I commanded.
They each fucked her at least twice; while they weren't
fucking her pussy they had their dicks in her mouth, or were
sucking on her nipples as they stroked themselves. She was
moaning constantly, and she came three more times as she was
being fucked. I watched them to make sure that they all
started each fuck with a fresh condom, and pulled out as
soon as I saw that they had come. I had them drop all the
used condoms into a plastic bag. Every time she seemed to
be getting close to coming, I would put my fingertips onto
the area around her clit and rotate them until she came.
When I saw that the big guy was hard and ready for his third
go, I said, "Time to switch things a bit."
I told the big guy to lie on his back next to her, and the
rest of us grabbed her arms and legs and turned her over on
top of him. He slid his huge shaft into her stretched and
sopping pussy, and started to slide it in and out. I
stepped up behind her and began to apply KY to her virgin
asshole, pushing considerable quantities inside with my
finger. Soon I had two fingers sliding in and out with
ease. I slid in the vibrator, and turned it on. She began
to groan loudly with every stroke. I opened my robe and
slipped out of my briefs, and lubed my rock-hard cock with
KY. I positioned the head at her puckered asshole and began
to push a little. "Now Ann, I am going to fuck your cherry
asshole. Do you want it? Tell me you want it. Tell me you
want me to fuck your ass." I now had the head inside and
was moving it in and out just a little; as her sphincter
gripped the head tightly it was not sliding but was actually
moving her sphincter in and out. She groaned over and over
from the new and very intense stimulation.
"Ohhhhhh...Ohhhhh... Jesus... Noooo... Ohhhhh... MMMMMM...
Oh.., God.., yes.., do it, Fuck my ass... Ohhhhhh...
Fuck... Fuck me... Hurt meeee... Ohhhhh."
I began to slowly push my cock in. Her ass was
fantastically tight; I was used to a tight feeling like this
when I fucked my other girlfriend, and it felt wonderful.
When there were just a couple inches left to go, I pushed
very hard and drove it in to the hilt, and she gave a low
grunt, then gave a long, low groan. I left it there a few
moments to get my composure; I didn't want to come right
away, and I was pretty turned on. The big man underneath
her, who had stopped fucking her to pay attention to the
scene as I pushed into her ass, now began to slide his cock
in and out of her again. God that felt strange! Only a
couple of fairly thin membranes separated his cock from
mine; between the two of us we had her pelvic opening
stuffed pretty full! She began to moan in time to his
strokes.
Gradually picking up the speed, I was soon fucking her ass
with long hard regular strokes; the big cock in her pussy
was matching me stroke for stroke She let out a WHOOO! each
time our cocks hit bottom. I had given her forty or fifty
strokes, when she began to gasp and yell. I told the man,
"Grab her tits - pinch her nipples." As soon as he did this
she began to come again, finally throwing back her head and
giving out a long high wail, and I could feel her rectum
begin to spasm against my cock. This set me off, and I shot
spurt after spurt of my hot cum into her ass. She was
thrashing her head back and forth and shrieking loudly.
Finally, she collapsed against the mans chest. Spent now
myself I pulled out of her ass with a PLOP! sound.
The man below was apparently not done yet however, and began
pistoning his meat into her pussy with vigor, now that he
was not distracted by my motions. I looked around at the
other men; although they were all pulling frantically at
their cocks, none was hard. "Anyone else want another go?"
I said.
The only reply came from Betsy; "My ass - do it, fuck my
ass. I want it in there." She was saying it to the man she
was lying on.
I said to him, "Its her birthday and its what she wants.
Fuck her ass."
He rolled over so that she was beneath him, and pulled out
of her pussy. He put her legs up on his shoulders,
positioned the tip of his glistening latex-covered cock at
her puckered asshole that was now oozing with my cum, and
drove it into her in one hard stroke. He gripped her waist,
and began to drive it in hard and fast, with a force that
forced her breath out with a grunt as he hit bottom,
followed by a gasp as he pulled it back for the next.
I climbed onto the bed beside her, and put four fingers into
her pussy and my thumb on her clit. I began rubbing her
clit with my thumb and stroking her G-spot with my two
middle fingers, and she soon began to spurt all over my
hand. It was running down her belly in a stream, puddling
at her breasts and running down her sides and onto the bed.
She was shrieking constantly, and her cunt was spasming
against my hand. I had never felt her do that before, and I
had never had a woman ejaculate before. The man with his
cock in her ass must have been getting a similar treatment
from her rectum; he drove his cock in hard, arched his
back, and began to jerk his hips up with such force that he
was nearly lifting her shoulders off the bed. His face got
bright red, and the cord stood out in his neck as he clamped
his jaw; finally he let out a loud OOOHHH! and then pulled
his cock out of her ass. Betsy had passed out.
I said, "Thank you for the party, gentlemen - I think we
have fucked her out." They all got dressed and left, and I
bet they still get hard-ons thinking about the fucking they
gave Betsy that night. When she came to, I said, "Your
guests have gone, but they left you a little gift." I took
the bag with the used condoms in it, and stripped their
contents into one of the motel plastic tumblers. There was
a good inch in it when I was done. She watched wide-eyed
and open-mouthed, still on her back on the bed with her feet
on the floor as I did this. "Do you want this now?" I said
, holding the glass of cum up for her to see. She nodded
her head. I began to pour it onto her breasts, then I
dribbled it up onto her chin and around her face, and poured
the last of it into her open mouth; she opened wider to get
it all. I rubbed the sticky mess into her breasts and face,
and then gave her my cum covered fingers to suck, which she
did.
I raised her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the
bed I had to help her to the bathroom; she was unable to
walk. I gave her a couple of glasses of cold water, which
she gulped down thirstily. I peeled off the rest of her
cum-soaked outfit and put her into the Jacuzzi for a while,
climbed in next to her to soak myself clean as well, and
then pulled both of us into the shower to soap and rinse. I
had to help her stand the whole time. Then I toweled her
dry and helped her back to bed. I opened the second bottle
of champagne, and poured two glasses. She drank the first
one straight down, and I refilled it; she drank that one too
and I poured her a third, before I even took a sip. "How is
your birthday going so far, Betsy?" I asked her.
"Oh. my! I never imagined that sex could be like that. I
am still having trouble believing that it all happened to
me."
She said she was too tired and sore the next morning to fuck
anymore, so after a late breakfast we drove home. She spent
the next night at my place, but was too sore still, until
the following morning. I fucked her pussy for a while until
she came, and then fucked her ass until I came, while she
did herself with the vibrator and came again. It was great!
Much better sex I thought, than we had had previous to this
weekend. But it was not to last.
Epilog:
The next weekend she said that she didn't want to see me,
and needed to do some thinking about our relationship. That
was fine with me; my other girlfriend had felt a little
neglected the previous weekend when I had spent it all with
Betsy. The weekend after that, she said that she wanted
things to cool off for a while; she wasn't sure she was
comfortable with our new sexual situation. I didn't push
her; I had other things to do. And after a couple more
weeks she left for a long-planned trip to Europe, where she
planned to stay with distant relatives on a farm in Denmark
for a couple months and practice her Danish. She was gone
for 4 or 5 months.
We never really got back together after that. It seemed to
me that she had retreated from her newly-found sexual
desires and capacity, back to the sexual guilt of her
Lutheran upbringing. She moved back in with her parents
after returning from her trip, and gained weight.
Once, a couple months after she returned from Europe, she
called me and asked if she could come over. When she did,
and brought up her desire to start over and ignore what had
happened on her birthday, I told her that if we were going
to see each other at all, that she would have to serve me as
a sex slave; I was not interested in trying to go back to
the basically boring sex we had previous to that. And I was
not interested in a full-time relationship with her at that
time; I had other girlfriends that I found more exciting.
She said that she could not bring herself to participate in
that "nasty" behavior anymore, and that was that.
I still see her around town once in a while; she never
married, or even had another boyfriend that I know of. I
guess sometimes fantasies are better left untried.
End.
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