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Checkout Clerk
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Checkout Clerk
As I write this letter, I marvel thinking back on how it all started. Never in a million years wouldhink this would have happened to me. I am 27 years old, rather plain Jane, married to a master supysrgeant in the Army. I consider myself old-fashioned, we even vote Republican, at least if we vte W lve off base in an upscale trailer court which is better than living in base housing (Yeech)andI wrk ull time as a grocery check-out clerk at Safeway. Due to seniority I can work almost anyshif I wnt. e play tennis and bowl, which tends to keep me in some shape, and have a normal, if smewha borig, midle class life. My husband met me through a bowling league while I was a student a the lcal CC Whilewe have a happy marriage, our sex life is routine to dull, I mean darn near dea. I sur wasn?ta virgi when I meet my husband, I had only slept with 2 other men; both semi-seriou, if somwhat inet boyfrinds. Sex had always seemed like a chore and I was very naive about it. Th men I knw would cimb on, gt off and fall asleep. Some thrill. I?m not sure if I know what one fels like, bt I think ?ve only hd a few orgasms in my whole life. Tom, my husband had gone done on e several tmes in our ix year mariage but I found it uninspiring and somewhat disgusting. He had inted he waned me to recprocate but refused and our love making was limited to the missionary poition. Still,I loved my huband and woul never cheat on him.
Two weeks ago, an Army friend of Tom?s, a war buddy from Kuwait, called to say he was getting a divoand could he crash at our place till the dust settled. Tom knew Rusty to be a class act, a real gnlmn, and readily agreed. Rusty drove into town and we threw some sheets on the sofabed in our rahe camed trailer. Rusty was a good looking, polite guy with a cheerful smile and I could see why y hsbad lked him. He had a dark tan which went well with his lean frame and narrow, face. Kind ofa sqare aw wth laugh lines around his eyes. His arms were well muscled from working as a carpente in hs offhoursand the rolled?up sleeves of his work shirt showed a pair of lean, firm biceps. Wespent he aftrnoon rinking beer and the men swapped macho tales about events in the Gulf war. Mostof the tories ere funy as hell. I got the giggles so bad I snorted beer through my nose. That ony made u laugh hrder.
That night, Tom made love to me for the first time in several months. He said that I seemed hotter tnormal, but I kept wondering if Rusty could hear the bed springs squeaking through the thin wallso h mobile home. I made a conscious effort to keep the noise down.
The next day, Tom?s Army unit was mobilized in an rapid emergency preparedness drill and he was assi to a field office for the next two weeks of maneuvers. We agreed that Rusty had no where else tog n could stay crashed on the sofabed. We spent the day packing. That night, after Tom had gone, aterthn putting on my old flannel nightgown, on impulse, I put on a black silk, sheer nightgown tat ha goten as a wedding gift, but had never really worn. Too revealing, transparent almost, pariculrly inceI never wore anything under it. Twice I went out to the kitchen to get a glass of watr. Ruty wa on te couch reading and each time he glanced up, said ?Hi? and returned to reading hisbook. t was bviousthat he was a true gentleman. I would have died if something had happened or ifhe madea pass t me. Sill, as a woman I wanted to be desired. I found myself unable to sleep, thining, wising he wuld cometo me. I tossed and turned but couldn?t sleep. It was a hot night and ourtrailer dd not hav an air cnditioner. Sleeping on top of the covers didn?t seem to help. The silknightgown elt differnt againstmy skin. My nipples rubbed against the unfamiliar smooth silk. Uncosciously myhands rubbe them, tryig to sooth the strange sensation. It didn?t help, it only made tem seem to ahe more. Whywere the niples so hard? Was I dreaming?
While one hand stroked a breast the other drifted down and cupped my mons through the silk. Quickly ved it away... but it soon returned, although I don?t remember moving it there. Absently, I startdrbing and stroking myself. I was so warm and the caresses seemed to help. My mind was full of stane,naghty thoughts. Lewd images danced in my sub-conscience. I was in a cloud. I knew good girlsdid?t ouc themselves, but somehow I found my nightgown up around my waist and my fingers trying t cal thethro between my legs. Now my other hand spread my lower lips and my fingers probed furthe. So et. S naugty. It was wrong to masturbate. Each time I touched that special spot, tiny shiver of plasure ippledthrough me. I rubbed harder... faster. Fingers spreading myself, probing deeper..one kuckle, ow two.In... out. Wet.... Juicy. My legs spread and flexed while my hips rolled. Itfelt toogood to e bad. A I drifted off to sleep without an orgasm, I wondered if Rusty could herethe sprins squeak.
Rusty had heard the springs and unknown to me was standing near the door in the deep dark shadows wang me in silence. His mouth was dry like cotton. His penis rock hard and his hand clutching it. I h im moonlight he could see my nightgown being raised against my pale skin. My hand pinching andtwakngmy rigid nipples. Legs spread and knees bent, my dark patch and womanness exposed to his glze n te dll light. My fingers dipping into that moist, secret place between my legs. Caressing mythrobingsex nd the hard, hooded nob in the center. The sounds and moans as I performed my shamefu act f sel-abus. My back arching, buttocks lifting and hips rolling as I sought a release that wold notcome.
He would not join me, he was a gentleman. He returned to his sleeping place and with several quick ses of his hand obtained his own release into a towel. In the next room I slept.
The next day Rusty kept himself busy fixing the back fence while I went to work. Work went OK and I ed a mindless tune to myself. Only the stupid lady trying to sneak a bottle of vodka onto her foo tm bill was a little stressful. She threw a snit when I told her no can do. The manager had to ecot erout the door while she yelled to everyone in the store what a hard bitch I was. I got home n adow mod but Rusty cracked a few jokes while he finished the fence and I cheered up. When it grw to dar to ork he cleaned up and I since I didn?t want to cook, suggested we get ribs and some bers a a nerby cwboy hang-out called the ?South 40 BBQ?. The barbecue place had a dance floor and mediore coutry bad so after dinner Rusty and I ended up dancing several sets. He was a great daner but eemed alittle ervous during the few slow dances, but then so was I. I knew I was acting lie a lovestruck, igh schol teenager, but I also knew it was just for fun, I would never dare to doanything.He held m close, bt not tight and he didn?t try to grind his crotch into me like some me try. Nothng happene, other thn we had a delightful evening and I knew I was going to sleep aloneagain.
When we got home with a small buzz-on from the beers, I showered off the smoke from the dance hall aut on the silk nightgown, I don?t know why. Once again I went to the kitchen, only I opened the fig,and the light popped on. Rusty was reading on the sofabed with the towel from the shower aroun hs ait. I asked him if he wanted some carrot sticks while I bent over, legs spread, to open the egeabl try. While I rummaged for the carrots, my face burned scarlet because I knew with the ligh, hecoul seethrough the sheer fabric, all the way to Paris. But I stayed bent over while I pretened tolook.I foud them, turned and quickly tossed him a few, then beat a quick retreat to my room.Could e see hat myface was red? Could he see that my nipples were hard cones, pressing out the sher fabrc? If h came t me, I would have to be forceful and rebuff him because I did not intend to heat on y husban. Dame tat beer.
As I lay on my bed burning with shame, or was it desire, my hands again cupped my mons and I startedlift my nightgown for better access to the source of the pleasure. I heard Rusty get up. My heartsatd beating fast as he appeared at my open bedroom door with the just the towel around him. Tensonfile the air and a deep redness filled our faces.
?Had a great evening...? he mumbled.
?Yeah...me too? I replied in a weak voice.
?What?? He came closer to hear me, then he was on the bed next to me and our lips and bodies mashed ther.
?Rusty...we can?t...I loved my husband.? I stammered as I rocked to push him off me.
One of his hands locked behind my head while the other fumbled with my nightgown attempting to draw p. My feeble struggle only aided him as I lurched and lifted my hips off the bed he was able to sac y gown further up. Reaching to keep it down I grabbed cloth and inadvertently pulled his towelof. kpt saying it was wrong. I felt his erection pulsating, pressing against my naked thigh but is isss sothered my meek protests. His leg forced between my thighs while I strained desperately o kep thm toether.
His tongue parted my teeth, sought mine and danced. I forced my face away to the side which only gavm access to more of me and he reigned kisses on my neck and shoulder while he nibbled on my ear. M eistance subsided and I returned his frantic kisses. Our tounges fenced. I expected him to clim o m lke all the others but instead he slowed everything down and when he had worked my gown up hgh nouh (ow did it get that high?) my breasts were exposed and he started nibbling and sucking myrigi niples.Cool air tingled the unattended tit as he bobbed from breast to breast, occasionally ickin the ndersell or twirling a tip through clenched teeth. The tempo increased, I felt his lipsand togue wok thei way down, past my stomach, swirl in my navel, then lower... and I knew he planed to smethingI had nver enjoyed very much. I didn?t want him to do that to me but how could I stp him no? His chn was no nuzzling the pubic hair between my legs. His fingers spread my sex and Itrembled ith embarassment ad blushed a deep crimson because I knew he could now tell I was damp dwn there. is tongue ound my spcial button and he started to gently kiss, nibble, blow, kiss, lick suck, teas and kiss. his was wrog, but I didn?t stop him. Still, it wasn?t doing a lot for me beause I knew ood people ddn?t do thisin bed.
His fingers started to work their way inside me, spreading me wider and I could sense how much wettewas getting. My legs opened some more and my knees bent, as a warm feeling started to drift over eadI could feel the heat between my legs. He seemed to know how to move his fingers just right, t tuc jst the right places at the right time and he was coordinating the thrust of his fingers wit th flcksof his tongue. Then, one of his wet fingers that had been inside my pussy, slipped down etwen mychees and touched my anus. I tensed and clinched my buttocks. No one had touched me therebefor. Buthis tngue kept working magic on my clit and he did not move his finger away. This was vry wrog. Hisfingershould not be there. I reached down and behind me to clasp his hand and to stophim fro touchig me thre, but he didn?t move his hand.
He kept licking and nibbling me and I was on fire. Involuntarily, I relaxed and started to roll my hto meet his lips and flicking, madding tongue. Suddenly I felt his wet index finger worm up my tih shole. I moaned out loud. He started to move his finger in and out of my butthole and despite msef,I ound myself wiggling, flexing my hips up to meet his teasing tongue and arching my back to avehisfiner ream me deeper. It was so naughty, but my hands reached to hold his head tight agains my unt s heate me and my rear orifice was being violated. I wanted to shout a loud ...?don?t?...but Istartd to ave a violent orgasm and it came out as a series of primal moans and groans. My spne seeed to elt an liquid bolts of lightning shot down me to the very center of my groin, while ver musle in m body semed to clench and release. This was the big one. The big ?O.?
Rusty slid up and held me and caressed me as my body shuddered it?s final climax. He was so gentle a held each other and nuzzled in the aftermath. I felt him leave the bed for a second and go into h ahroom. He returned, remove my nightgown which was rumpled anyway, and as he started to caress ndfige my pussy again, I realized that I was still hotter than a pistol and he had not come. He ndge meove, onto my stomach and then lifted my hips. On my hands and knees, with my breasts and tugid ippls swnging free, his hard male member easily slid into my pussy, as he took me doggie styl. Beig on ll fors was a position that I had seldom used and Rusty heightened the eroticism by reahing dwn to weak m nipples and then cup my dangling, swaying breasts with my tits sprouting betwen his fngers. was inheaven. He set up a motion, grinding into me and as my hips moved in respons I startd growin to whatI felt would be another rare orgasm. I was never so hot.
Just then, he pulled out and as I wondered what he was doing, his finger wormed its way up my puckerss again. It was covered in lubricant from the bathroom! He started to finger fuck my backdoor. Iwne to object but since I was still tingling from his earlier probe, I let him do it. I even staredtobuk to a faster rhythm when he gently worked a second finger in my tight little hole. As I wa getin hoter, and adjusted to the size of his two digits sawing in and out, he pulled his fingerstotaly ot. quivered and let out a guttural moan at the suddenly empty feeling but stayed with m headand souldes on the mattress and my bottom up in the air. I felt so exposed and humiliated inthis sbmissie posiion. Was this a dream? In frustration I looked back and saw him lubricating hispenis. s he moed backbetween my cheeks it dawned on me that he planned to sodomize me! A low wailescaped y lips. y god tht would hurt...he would never fit. It was dirty.
?Oh , Rusty I don?t think so...? I wailed.
?Hush, dear. I won?t do anything against your will... Trust Ol?Rusty.? he said in a soothing voice.
Spreading my buns with one hand, he placed the tip of his cock against my rose puckered star and hel there without moving. Instead of pushing in, he just held himself straight and hard against my cike rim.
My mind raced and my body trembled at the rude thought of what was happening to me. Blood pounded inbrain. A little voice, deep in my subconscious, urged me to get up, get dressed and get out. I knwIculd move away and stop this, Rusty was not forcing or pushing at all. Instead, lust overcame m, bt y fist and found my bottom straining back against his stiff, slick probe. My hands grasped he hees ad my knuckles turned white and I pushed back, his lubricated knob head meet resistance, nd ten te hemet tip slipped past my tight-yielding anal ring. As his rod broke my ass cherry, I sartedto paic a ittle at the intrusion. I gasped, grunted for air and muffled my whimpers in the pllow. usty nw tookcommand. He paused a little, held still, as I adjusted to the invasion of my rer canal With asoothin voice he urged me to relax while he gently rubbed my back and stroked my thghs. He laced boh hands n my hips and started a slow, slow stroking motion to work his prick furter up my irgin assole.
?Gentle... please... gently,? I implored to no one in particular and squirmed my face deeper into tillow. God, he was in me; and he was soooo big. After each slow thrust forward he withdrew a litl,oly to surge further up on the next stroke.
The fullness and pain sensation turned into strange pleasure as we both started a rhythm. In a gentlice, he instructed me to masturbate. I did what I was told; my hand released it?s white knuckle gi nthe sheet and moved to finger my pussy as he slowly but relentlessly worked his thick rod up m nrrw assage. Without thinking, my knees drifted apart, spreading wider, to give him even deeper cces t mymost private place. Soon his loins were slapping against my bottom cheeks as I rocked bak tomeethis rgent thrusts. I could feel the thump of his balls as they swung up against my pussy nd buy han.
Once again he reached down to cup my swaying tits. It didn?t really feel the light pinches he lavishn each nipple. Every never and fiber in my body was concentrated in the full alien sensation in m er
I tried to sort out what I was feeling but my mind was a whirl. The act of being penetrated, violate such a lewd fashion excited me but I still felt humiliated and degraded because I knew I could hv . should have stopped him. A friend of my husband, a man I hardly knew, was fucking me in the as!I adbeen too easy... but I wanted it. Wanted it bad! The shame and sordid nature of the act heihteed he roticness. A slut. I was so naughty, so very naughty and I felt myself slip into wild, wntonsexul abndon. Rutting depravity. All gentleness was gone now, dissolved by my blinding passio. I hard mself oaning, whimpering and saying unintelligible things. I felt so wicked for wanting he plesure Iwas feling as Rusty buggered me. My stretched rim clenched at his swollen shaft as itpistone in andout of y rectum and I felt I could feel every hard inch of him.
Between thrusts I babbled and mouthed obscene words that I had never said before, I urged him on! ?Hr...ream me ...deeper ...plug me?. He fucked me hard, clenching my flanks with his strong hands, uln back, while he slammed forward, and I felt so very open for him.
I heard Rusty groan ?Sooo T... t...t.. tight? and when he started to shudder and shoot his cum dee my bottom, I could sense it, even feel it. His fingers griped me, bruising me, pulling me tightaant his pelvis and I climaxed even harder than before.
Later, we both showered and made gentle love in the missionary position then fell into an exhausted p.
In the morning, I awoke first and watched him as he slept next to me and I marveled at what had happ and the change that had overtaken me. All the women?s magazines and my girlfriends had been preahn ow good and powerful sex could be and what a liberating freedom an orgasm could be. Now I knewwht he were talking about. I blushed at the very thought of what pleasure sodomy could bring and ow ne wold had been opened up to me. Like a sexual awakening in those silly romance novels. I blsheddeepr whn I realized my randy thoughts had made me wet. I reached out to grasp his limp penisand flt itgrow n my hands as he awoke. With a devilish smile, I stroked him hard, got on all four, handd him he lubicant, and asked Rusty take my very tender rear passage again.
?Here? I whispered, as my head and shoulders dipped to the mattress and I reached with both hands be me to spread my butt cheeks wide and display the sweet invitation. He mounted me like a bitch inha.I was sore, but not that sore, I still enjoyed it and was willing to submit to him again. And gan f e wanted it. The important point was that I wanted to send him a message that now that rearhadbee vilated, I was no longer a virgin back there and he was welcome to sodomize my rear canal nytie. I washis to use as he wanted. I found myself wishing and fantasizing he would take it ofte.
Well, I have to wrap this letter up. My panties are sopping wet and Rusty says he wants to teach me to swallow tonight. I can?t wait.
12/28/92 by M?stash Rider
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