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Days To Remember
by Jolynn's Ego (address withheld)
***
Jolynn first enjoyed sex (perhaps not at first) with
her father. Then her life got turned upside down and
sideways. When Jolynn was drugged and became a star in
porn a movie and got a nine year old girl's cherry on
her finger tips. (Mbb/g, gg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, inc,
bi, voy, 1st, orgy)
***
Slowly, as if nothing else mattered to her, Jolynn
eased first one foot and then the other in front of her
as she strolled along the streets in her small town.
Summer time brought out the beautiful flowers that grew
in the well kept lawns of nearly each home she walked
past.
"Hello Mrs. Davis, how are you today," Pat Roby asked
as she passed him while he was delivering the mail.
"Fine, Mr. Roby, and aren't the flowers beautiful, and
how is your darling wife, getting better I hope?"
"She is brave, that woman, however she won't complain,
yet the cancer are slowly making her highly
uncomfortable," Pat Roby replied about his wife Janice.
Smiling at being called Mrs. Davis, Jolynn wondered
what they would call her when she turned 65, if they
call her Mrs. Davis at the age of twenty-two.
For the past four months Jolynn had been unable to join
in the normal life she had before the two Marines had
rang her doorbell. Her heart stopped as she looked at
the colonel, and then what she knew to be a sergeant.
They did not need to speak, and she fainted and fell
into their arms, and they carried her into her home.
After placing her on the sofa, the sergeant evidently
had found her bathroom and got a cool wash cloth and
wiped her face and forehead. Her mind could not fathom
life without her husband, and they had been married for
only two years and two days when he was killed by a
roadside bomb in Iraq, as he rode in a Humvee with
three other Marines.
Now Jolynn walked into the small café and took a seat
at the counter, and ordered a latte, and a slice of
carrot cake from Miki Samspon, who she had attended
school with from kindergarten through the twelfth
grade.
"You look so refreshed today Jolynn, and I love your
shorts and top, and I looked at your sandals as you
walked to the counter, and they look so neat."
"Thanks Miki, how is your little girl doing, getting
bigger I guess, and what is she now, a year old?"
"Yep, and she is so cute, gosh Jolynn, I hate to come
to work and leave Brittney with the babysitter, and she
smiles when I get home and pick her up."
While enjoying her latte and dessert, the attractive
Marine widow moved to the table by the front window of
the restaurant and sat so she could watch people walk
by. Growing up in the town of around three-thousand
residents, it was nice to nod her head or wave as
people she knows walked by.
"Hi, are you Jolynn Davis... and was your husband
killed a few months ago in Iraq," a well dressed man
asked her?
"Yes, why do you ask," Jolynn replied and wondered who
the man was. Jolynn had watched the man walk into the
café, and knew he had walked to the counter and spoke
to Miki but she could not hear their conversation.
"My name is Barry Blandon, and I'm a freelance reporter
and doing a piece for a national magazine on Marine
widows, especially young ladies such as you?" Offering
his business card, Barry Blandon asked, "May I join you
and ask you some questions, and may I add that I
reported on your husband's death, and for a young
officer he had an outstanding record of achievements."
"I read some of your articles regarding not only my
husband but other items you wrote about the life of
Marines in combat, they were from the heart, I
believe," Jolynn replied.
"Thank you and they were from the heart, as I was a
Marine and served during Desert Storm, so I try to let
my own experience be a part of the story."
"Thank you for your kind words, by the way, but how did
you find me and why, if you're from New York as it says
on your business card?"
"I was in Iraq when your husband was killed, and he was
part of a story I was doing, along with five other
Marines. I was saddened when all six were killed within
a few days of each other. From those horrible and
tragic conditions, I returned home after a year in
Iraq, and decided to rewrite my articles.
"I randomly selected six Marines to study their lives
and report on the families they left behind. Here are
some photographs I took of your husband during the week
before he was killed, and you may have them as I made
these copies for you. Mrs. Davis, your husband Emil was
so in love with you, and I will play part of his
comments to me that I video recorded during my last
interview with him on the morning he was killed when
the bomb destroyed the vehicle he was riding in with
some of his men. Would you like to view and hear the
comments he had to say an hour or so before he was
killed?"
***
"Barry, you be sure you send a copy of this video to my
darling wife who is waiting for me in Jeffersonville.
Here is her photo, and look at her long wavy brown
hair, and see, even in the picture you can see her hair
shines it is so beautiful. When we married, I watched
her walk down the aisle of the church, and I will carry
to my grave the beauty of her hair as it fell from her
head and down across her shoulders and onto her back.
The contrast of her hair to the ivory color of her
wedding gown was like watching a painting in a museum.
I'm a very happy man, and can't wait until my tour is
done, and I can once more be in her arms and feeling
her lips on mine... she is such a treasure... I love
her, Barry, I truly love her..."
"Oh... I'm sorry for crying, but hearing words that
were spoken just before his death, oh may I have copy
of that video?"
"Yes," and taking a disk from his utility bag he had on
the strap over his shoulder, Barry handed the computer
disk to the cute and eye catching young widow. Looking
at her face, with tears running down across her checks,
Barry could tell and understand why the highly
emotional attractive young woman did not mind that her
makeup was being ruined.
While she drank another latte, Jolynn spoke to Barry,
and when Miki had brought her the second cup of latte,
she had introduced them and showed the photos of her
late husband to her friend. For another two hours she
answered questions Barry asked her about being a Marine
wife, and about their growing up together in this small
town.
"Jolynn how about we have dinner this evening and I
will give you a break now from my endless questions,
and in the mean time, I can be working on getting my
story typed up and submitted to the paper. Would you
agree to my taking a photograph of you and your friend
Miki together while you're enjoying your latte at the
counter? By the way, I promise to make you look like
the pretty girl from small town America, so how about
we ask your high school friend if she is willing to get
her face splashed all over the good old USA?"
When Jolynn walked into the café around six-thirty that
evening, it was a certainty that the word had spread
about who the man was she was have dinner with. Smiling
at her friends she had known all her life, and stopping
to speak to most of them, Jolynn finally sat down at
the table with Barry Blandon.
"Sorry I'm late, but mom came over and she was so
excited in seeing the photos and watching the DVD of
Emil. In fact, I called Emil's mother and she drove
into town from the farm she lives on, even though her
husband passed away three years ago."
***
It was nearly nine by the time Jolynn and Barry left
the restaurant, and as they walked to his car, he
asked, "What say you show me your town and perhaps we
can just drive by your mother-in-laws farm, and I can
get a feel of what the community is like from a visual
observation.
When Barry pulled up in front of the home she and Emil
had built and moved into only a few months before he
shipped out with his reserve unit, Jolynn asked, "Would
you like to stop for a coffee, of course we will be the
talk of the town tomorrow?"
They sat at the kitchen table and spoke opening about
each others personal life, and the charming young widow
learned about Barry having gone through two wives and
nine-thousand girlfriends during years after returning
from service in Kuwait and leaving the Marines.
"Jolynn, my favorite girlfriend is yet to be found, but
both of my wives were not the most trustworthy when it
came to keeping the marriage vows sacred. Then again I
likely didn't help any jumping from one place on an
assignment to another, and leaving them home alone...
doesn't make for the best or ideal conditions for a
marriage."
While seated at the glass top table, Jolynn had not
taken notice that her short skirt had climbed up her
legs, and as she sat facing the man who was writing her
story and Emil's for his paper. The firm and perfectly
formed legs had been noticed by Barry, and he tried to
not get caught looking through the glass table top and
viewing the shapely legs facing him.
Then to his surprise, Barry was able to view just a
hint of her panty crotch and he loved what appeared to
be a rainbow on the center of her panty covering her
sex. When Jolynn pulled her left leg up under her
right, the action caused her complete pubic area to be
on display, and the end of the rainbow was displaying
where the pot of gold must be, only this time, it was
the gold of sex between the legs of the young widow.
For perhaps another fifteen minutes, Barry was treated
to the view of Jolynn's inner thighs and her panty
covered sex. Whatever told the woman she was on display
caught her attention in such a way that she suddenly
put her legs down and tugged her skirt to ensure her
body was covered.
"Oh Barry, I'm sorry for setting as I was, forgive me
for my ill manners, but I'm so use to being alone I
didn't consider how I was setting."
Barry could see how embarrassed the lovely young woman
was, as her face and chest were beet red as she faced
him. "No problem you're very attractive and I must be
honest, your legs are perfect."
Then Barry stood up and told Jolynn, "I will call you
the day after tomorrow to take you up on your offer of
visiting Emil's mother, and I've have enjoyed the
evening very much."
"Thanks for your wonderful company, and guess you must
have chuckled in knowing I was giving you the town's
only strip club show." That comment got them both
laughing, and they sat down once more after having
another cup of coffee, and Jolynn told how she and Emil
had went to a strip club once just so she could see
what one was like.
"My crazy loving husband wanted me to get up on the
stage during the amateur hour and dance for him. Barry
promise not to write about this, but finally I got on
the stage and as awkward as I was, I did a full strip
to a group of men while I was on my honeymoon with my
husband in Hawaii. That was one crazy night for us and
we ended up having sex on Waikiki Beach and we had just
finished when two cops rode by on their four wheelers."
"Wish I could have seen that dance... actually both of
them, the one on the stage and the other on the "Sands
of Waikiki". Barry once more stood up and as he did,
spoke in a soft voice, "Guess I should leave, as it is
getting late."
***
"Stay the night, if you wish, Barry," Jolynn spoke in a
voce so soft and nearly impossible to hear. The day had
become more of a memory than one of reality, and Jolynn
felt the need for someone to hold her and give her
relief in a loving way. "No," she told herself, "I need
a man to give me sex."
"You're certain, I don't want to infringe on your
memories or thoughts," Barry asked?
"Follow me," and Jolynn led the man she had known in
less than a day to her bedroom. Turning to face Barry,
Jolynn unbuttoned the buttons down the front of her
dress to where they stopped at her waist. Then she
eased her arms from the dress and allowed it to slip
from her body, as she held it in one hand. Walking over
to the closet, she took out a hanger and hung the
garment on the rod.
Once more Jolynn was facing the handsome large man, and
she unsnapped the clasp on the front of her bra, and
her 34-C breasts were displayed in their fullness and
revealed in their exceptional firmness. The nipples
stood at least a half inch from the areolas that
covered nearly half of the full breasts, and were
nearly the color of plums.
Barry looked with disbelief as Jolynn's dark reddish-
purple colored tips of her breasts were displayed.
Never had Barry observed such coloring on a woman's
nipples and areolas, and loved the soft white skin of
her body. It was obvious the woman could not stand much
sunlight as fair as her skin was.
Then his eyes took in the sight of her pulling down the
panty that had a rainbow design starting at the elastic
waist band, and ended at the juncture of her thighs
where her torso ended.
Jolynn pulled down the panty until it cleared her thick
growth of hair growing from high on her mons, at the
least half way between her sex and her naval. As Jolynn
slid the panty down her legs, and when she bent her
right leg at the knee, and then pulled the panty
finally from her body, Barry had gotten a slight view
of the lips surrounding her pussy.
Jolynn had shaved her labia and all the hair
surrounding it that grew along the sides of her legs.
The image of her sex was surprise to Barry as he did
not consider the girl was a baldy when he had looked
between her thighs at the table.
As if in a dream and something a young virgin might
wish to know, Jolynn asked the man she had only known a
few hours, "Do I satisfy you... Barry... I feel like a
virgin bride, and I..."
"You're truly pleasing to view in the nude and so
exceptionally desirable and you're enchanting and
appeasing to look upon... If ever a woman was made for
sex and to please a man, you're the one," Barry said
with a catch in his voice. "Yes, your body is one of
pure unadulterated sex, and I mean that in a kind and
gentle way, Jolynn... you look so..."
Barry undressed quickly and moved to where the vision
of loveliness stood as if she was rooted to the spot
where she stood. Taking her in his strong arms, and
pulling her to him, Barry felt her legs part and
capture his thick manhood between them. The heat from
her sex was like a furnace vent warming his hard on,
and he kissed the lips of the upturned face.
For a few minutes, they stood in the same spot, and
Barry had commenced running his hands up and down her
back and allowing his large hands to grip the hard
buttocks of the gorgeous young widow. To his surprise,
Barry felt Jolynn move her right leg around his
someway, and she was standing only on her left foot,
and she moved so his cock started to penetrate her.
"... no longer, now Barry before I change my mind," he
heard the voice say, but the first part of her sentence
was lost in her deep soulful voice.
Picking Jolynn up, Barry carried her to his bed and
held her as he lay down with her. Once they were on the
bed and Barry was lying prone over the delightful young
woman, he felt his erection slipping up into the inner
soul of the woman, and he could feel her heat and
wetness within her gripping pussy.
"My god, it feels like in sliding through some type of
hot butter as my cock claims your pussy... oh hell I'm
going to cum already, oh Jolynn, I can't hold it back,
I getting my nuts now..."
"Let it come Barry, I'm going off with you... augh
yes... I'm getting it off with you, oh Barry
darling..." and as her body gave down her female
juices. Jolynn's legs wrapped around Barry's back, as
her fingernails were digging into the muscled buttocks
of the man between her legs.
Together they both cried out in unison, "My god I'm
coming so strong, augh, yes!"
***
Within the next hour Jolynn felt a man taking her three
times, and when he went down on her, even with his
cream leaking from her pussy, she was amazed that a man
could drink his own juices. Then her senses had become
acute as a man's tongue was licking and the tip of the
tongue was trying to enter her anus. This was so
foreign and sensually erotic; she had what seemed to be
a climax from the digital probing of her anus.
Moving around on the bed and the sun was shinning
through the open windows of her bedroom, and the drapes
had not been closed. The house Jolynn and Emil had
constructed on the ten acres of land two miles from her
small home town, had a master bedroom with sliding
doors that opened to the lawn and woods at the back of
the property.
Rising from the bed, Jolynn took Barry's hand in hers,
and led him onto the deck outside the master suite.
"Barry, it's so beautiful from here, and I must tell
you, Emil and I would sit out here for hours, eating
and watching the deer come to lick the salt blocks and
eat my flowers at the end of the yard."
They stood nude as the morning sun was just starting to
rise and they both herd the grandfather clock strike
six times. Moving behind the woman he had intended to
only do a story on, Barry felt his erection poking at
the slot where her buttocks met.
Using his hand, he eased the head of his cock against
her anus, and he listened as the woman said in a hoarse
voice, "I've never had that, nor had my anus licked
until you did something last night, but perhaps I will
try it with you."
Barry's hands pressed on Jolynn's shoulders until she
was leaning over with her hands on the railing of the
deck, and then used his legs to mover hers open.
Guiding his cock to her hot wet pussy, Barry buried his
boner in the woman in three sharp strokes. "Oh hell,
you are so tight woman, you hips are wonderful," Barry
uttered.
"Your fucking me in the open, yes your fucking me...
ohhhh, I feel you so deep in me, it feels so good
Barry."
***
They were in the shower together and had just left the
hot tub, and Barry had listened as the charming woman
had told him he was the fourth man to know her. Yet
something in her story did not seem to match what he
had learned about her life.
"Emil was the third man to know me and we first enjoyed
sex together when I was a senior in high school, and he
was in college. Before Emil, I was a silly sixteen year
old girl who gave in to a boy I actually couldn't
stand, but was curious from what my friends said about
him licking a girl between her legs before he world
enter her with his erection."
What Barry couldn't understand was when she told him
about the person who had to be her first. "My first boy
to be with was when I was kind of young..." Thinking he
would hear more from her, he waited for Jolynn to
finish her story. Instead he asked Jolynn, when she
didn't, "How old were you the first time and who was
the lucky guy to get your cherry?"
Now they were in the shower and once again he asked,
"So who was your first... tell me I won't break you
secret to anyone else?"
Turning so she was facing the man in the shower with
her, she looked in his eyes before she closed hers, and
for a brief moment in time, did not speak.
"Barry, my first was when I was ten years old, and it
lasted until I married, and moved away from home."
Thinking about how she worded her comment, Barry knew
the answer to whom her first was, and he asked her,
"Did your mother know?"
"No... and I could never tell her, and when my father
died a few months before I and Emil were married, I
shed no tears at his casket or gravesite." Her arms
reached around the man she had just shared her secret
with, and he was the first to ever know of the
incestuous relationship between she and her father.
Moving from the shower, they dried off and after
dressing, drove to the motel at the intersection of the
interstate and the local state highway leading into
town. Changing into different clothes, the soon were
headed for the café in town for breakfast.
***
Jolynn west resistant in detailing her life from her
initial experience with sex at the age of ten, but for
whatever the reason, she decided to allow Barry record
the ordeals of her incest on video tape, and he would
write it in a book and see if it could be published.
Barry told the trusting woman that the article would
worded it so she wasn't identified.
***
"My mother had traveled to Wyoming to visit for two
weeks with her sister Linda Jolynn, who I'm named
after. The first night mom was gone, my father walked
into the bathroom while I was bathing before I went to
bed." Pausing for a moment, Jolynn continued, "My
father sat on the toilet next to the tub and spoke with
me, and then instructed me to get out of the tub and he
would dry me."
"His hands touched me between my legs without the towel
covering his hands. That night was a nightmare, but
after I was dressed for bed, he fixed me some hot tea
and we sat at the kitchen table and just talked. The
following night when it was time for me to take my
bath, my father followed me into the bathroom and
removed his clothes and got in the tub with me."
Barry listened as Jolynn told him, "After my bath, my
father once more dried me and then told me to not get
dressed but that I could watch television with him in
his bed. Even though we were both nude and I knew we
shouldn't be, I had gotten in bed between he and my
mother previously, and decided this was the same,
except we were nude.
I went to sleep as we watched television, and I awoke
sometime after dad had turned off the television, and
the room was completely dark. When I woke up, I found
my father was running his fingers all around my little
thing, as I called it them, and he was kissing my tiny
buttons of breasts."
Jolynn then said, "I pretended to be asleep and when he
moved his finger in me I was scarred and knew he was
going to rape me. For how long I lay like this I don't
recall, but in a little while my dad moved on top of
me, and then he shoved his thing in the edge of my
thing. For a few minutes I just lay in fear of what was
occurring, and then I felt him shoving all the way up
into my body."
Barry held the sobbing woman in his arms, and listened
as she told him, "That night was only the first, as he
took me daily while my mother was away visiting her
sister."
"By the time my mom returned home I was somewhat
accustomed to his having sex with me. Somehow he always
found a way to be alone with me, and when I next had
sex with someone else, I already told you."
***
"Did Emil know about your father, and did..."
"Oh no, he believed he was my first, and I never told
him differently, and although Emil was the love of my
life, we seldom had sex... which didn't bother me that
much." Reaching out, Jolynn took Barry's hand in hers
and moved it to her sex, and told him, "Emil and my
father had a common thing between them, they were both
small..."
Allowing his hand to cup the thick hair over Jolynn's
mons, Barry eased his middle finger into the damp slit
between her legs. The idea of her father having had sex
with the woman was hard to understand but then she told
him that her late husband had a small penis made him
wonder if she felt it was her father she had sex with
when she was with Emil.
Barry was pondering this question when he heard Jolynn
tell him, "I believe that Emil loved me so deeply and I
in return gave him all my love, but often considered
him to be my father when we had sex. There were many
times when I would recall the first boy to lick me and
then he did me. Barry, until you eased up into me the
first time, and I felt how large you were, I never
truly believed it was only my father I was having sex
with when I was penetrated by Emil's small manhood."
Over the following four days, Barry conducted his
interview, and each day he submitted his column to his
paper, and it was printed in several papers, and each
morning, he and Jolynn listened to the customers in the
café speak to them about the article.
The morning after the last article had been sent in,
Barry woke up suddenly, and looking at the empty spot
on the bed next to him, he became concerned. Easing
from the bed, Barry walked to the room where he heard
the sounds coming from.
Walking into what was furnished as an office or a den,
Barry saw Jolynn shredding photos and papers. "What are
you doing pretty one...?" Yet Barry knew without
finishing his question. The young Marine widow was
shredding photographs of both her fatter and late
husband. Also it was obvious Jolynn was shredding any
news items she had about the two men who had previously
been a sexual partner of her life.
"My Barry, you have shown me something, and before you
leave, I decided to remove any prior images or words
about two men in my life that I believe were identical,
or one and the same in my crazy mind."
"Your not crazy you charming woman, and I understand,
but it is smart to keep one photograph of each of the
men, as they were a major factor in your world... right
or wrong, you can never erase them from your life."
Barry sat down next to Jolynn and they spoke as she
finished shredding the photographs and other things
that made up her life, and he watched in amazement as
the last article she placed in the slot of the shredder
was her marriage license and certificate of her and
Emil.
"Perhaps I'm wrong, and I had planned on confronting my
mother about why she never stopped my father from
getting in my bed at night, but decided she would be
hurt in my finding her at fault."
"Smart move on your part, you would once again be
dragging up a bad time from your life, but I need to
ask, "Did you find the sex revolting or how did you
feel when the two of you were together in a sexual
situation?"
"Truthfully, I must admit that it was degrading at
first, but within no more than months, and I would say
likely by the time I was nearing twelve, I had begin to
look forward to being with my father in a carnal way.
There were the pleasurable aspects of sex that I have
always enjoyed, and perhaps it was whorish on my part
to be so brazen with you that I took you to my bed the
first might we meet. Barry, I can never stop my mind
from knowing you and recalling what we have shared in
the past several days."
Taking the attractive woman into his arms, Barry was
soon kissing her lips, and he lay her back on the floor
and allowed his lips to moved down and suckle each of
her nipples, and then his lips were kissing the thick
mat of hair over her mons. When his lips meet the
shaved labia that were the entrance to her sex, her
noticed slight stubble to her pussy lips and the skin
next to it, and on her upper and inner thighs.
"I have decided to let my hair grow, I have always kept
it shaved because my father asked me to, as he once
asked me, "Honey Girl, if you shave the hair at the
edge of your pussy, it will be like when we first did
it,"
"So that's the reason why you found it shaved clean.
Now Barry you are the first man to know my secrets,
from A to Z, and when I read about my sex life in your
best seller, I will likely remember other wild things I
forgot to mention to you."
When Barry moved between the legs of the desirable
woman, he felt her shudder as he penetrated her, and
listened as she told him, "Oh god, I'm coming on your
big cock... Barry my god, you make me feel like a
woman... fuck me and love me as best you can, but fuck
me like that, yessss!" Jolynn cried out desires and
wants as Barry commenced driving his cock deep and hard
into and back out of her welcoming tight sex.
They rose from the floor and walked into the bathroom
and after the water was the correct temperature, stood
under the shower together and lathered each other's
bodies. Jolynn was ecstatic and feeling so relieved
after she had destroyed the physical images of her past
life that had haunted her for half her life, and now
she felt the closeness she had always sleeked within a
male, and her hand was stroking the man.
"Barry let me make you cum with my hand, I have always
wished to do this, but never have, and you will be the
first."
"You are about to make me cum already, I'm nearly there
darling," and as he spoke, Jolynn got on her knees in
the shower and as she stroked the thick cock in he
hand, moved her mouth over the end.
"Hell, your mouth feels so warm and wonderful... Jolynn
I'm cumming now... aughhhh, yes, swallow me... my
cum... oh gees, I'm getting it..." and Barry empted his
juices four times into the welcoming mouth of the woman
kneeling at his feet. Looking down he watched as she
held his cock in her mouth until he was done cumming,
and she used her tongue to lick all the semen from his
shrinking manhood,
"You must stop, I can't take it any more, oh darling,
it is driving me crazy, augh Jolynn, no more!" Barry
watched and helped the woman stand up, and when she
moved her mouth to his, she surprised him and moved
some of his cum into his own mouth. Barry did not find
the act revolting as he swallowed some of his own
cream.
When Jolynn was finished kissing him, she spoke softly
and at the same time in a laughing voice, "I wonder,
can a girl get pregnant from swallowing, as I just
swallowed a couple billion little Barry's and they are
swimming around in my tummy... do you know that whoever
said a man ejaculates a spoon full of semen, never had
your reservoir of sperm in their mouth,."
"I just feasted on a warm meal, but now I'm hungry, and
I want some real meat to eat, not some hard old bone,
my man to wake up with." Smiling at Barry, the cute
acting woman asked him, "What do you think the will say
if we show up at the café at five-thirty in the morning
together, my handsome lover?"
"They will look at you and say you should wipe the cum
from your chin before coming to the restaurant for an
early breakfast, although we can see you have already
eaten... you must be a slut to suck a man off... what
kind of man would let a woman do such a horrible sexual
act on him," Barry asked in a mocking voice.
Looking in the mirror, Jolynn seemed in shock to see
there was a small glob like of cum on her chin. "Lover
boy, would you lick it off for me, and may you can feed
it to me on your tongue?"
They dressed after drying their bodies and hair, and
Jolynn fixed her hair in a ponytail. Driving into town,
Barry was having doubts about leaving the woman, and
the small town he had grown found off, and he noticed
the people had all grown accustomed to him and he knew
it was because of the five part article he had written
about the Marines, but made Emil and his Marine Widow"
the focal point of each day's article.
Walking into the café, Barry was surprised to find
Jolynn move her arm through his and he knew she was
telling the people of the town, through those in the
café and those they would spread the story to, that she
had chosen the stranger to be her man.
Unknown to either of them, the people of the town had
asked how long the man from New York could resist the
cute girly charms of their hometown sweetheart, and who
had been the homecoming, prom, Winter Bar-B-Q-Rib and
Beans Fest and gala where young and old danced until
after midnight.
Jolynn was also the local Country Farm Jubilee Princess
during her junior and senior years of high school and
the only girl to win the title twice. The night of
winning the crown during her senior year was also the
day the people of the town watched her escort and
Prince of the Jubilee start toward they becoming a
couple.
"Morning, Tillie Johnston said as they Barry and Jolynn
walked up to sit at the counter. Guess you two started
working early this morning," as she spoke, giggled.
"Now Tillie, don't you go starting rumors, as they just
might be true, but today is Barry's last day here, so
he wanted to have an early breakfast," and as she
spoke, Jolynn winked at the woman who owned the café.
They sat in the restaurant until nearly ten that
morning and everyone who entered the restaurant stopped
to say hello. Then both Jolynn and Barry had looked at
each other in surprise as Ronald Hensley, the small
towns oldest citizen, who was 84 walked up and stated,
"Young man, we in this town have grown accustomed to
your stories in the morning paper, and heck they have
keep me alive this past week."
Ronald reached out and shook Barry's hand and
continued, "You should make a married woman out of that
pretty thing next to you... then again maybe I will ask
her to marry me if you don't."
"Thank you and I just might do that, but there are a
few years between us, Mr. Hensley," Barry said as he
shook the man's hand.
"You know Barry, I was a Marine on Iwo Jima, and then
moved on up to Okinawa before I had hit a couple of
times, so I have a real fondness for anything written
about Marines."
"Really, my grandfather was in both those battles, his
name was Lake Blandon, and I used to ask him to tell me
stories of his times in the Marines, and I have lots of
notes and video recordings of him as he told me his
stories of combat. He was awarded three Purple Hearts,
the Bronze Stars and the Army Cross for his actions in
the Marines. In fact he told of watching the flag being
raised on Iwo Jima, so he was always my hero, and the
reason I had joined the Marines.
"Your granddaddy was Lake Blandon, hell young man, he
was my platoon leader, shit... everybody, this boy's
grandpa and I served together in the Marines... shit...
this world is getting smaller and smaller. Is he still
alive, my god I often wondered where he went to after
we left the hospital in California, and were discharge,
although he left a few days before me?"
"No, Mr. Hensley, he died about ten years ago, but I
will bet he is watching and listening to us speak and
shake hands right now." Barry knew a good story when he
heard or saw one, and asked, "Mr. Hensley, would you
allow me to interview you, and do some photos and in
the meantime, I will have my friend at the paper go to
my apartment and collect the box of things of my
grandfather's things, and even take the shadow box of
his medals and things from the wall and ship them to
me. Do we have a deal, Marine?"
"What was your rank young man?"
"First Lieutenant, and would have made captain if I had
reenlisted, but I decided to get out of my reserve unit
after Desert Storm."
"You outrank me, so I guess I must bare my soul, Lake
was your granddaddy, I'll be damned."
Then two the surprise of Jolynn and Barry, Mr. Hensley
asked, "Now Marine, and don't forget, "Once A Marine,
Always A Marine," but do I get the honor of being the
best man at your wedding, heck, I just might get my old
uniform out and wear it for the occasion, so do we have
a deal?"
Jolynn could see everyone had gathered around where
they were seated at the counter, and looking at Barry,
saw he had a tear in each eye, and she in a boldness
she was not noted for asked, "Mr. Barry Blandon, will
you marry me?"
There must have been nearly thirty people in the
restaurant and the place erupted in shouts and
applause. Including in the group was a reporter who'd
been following the bi-line story of Barry Blandon each
day in the paper he worked for, and had convinced his
editor to let him travel to see if he could interview
the man who was reporting from the small town to his
New York paper.
Gary Woodford was taking photographs with his digital
camera of the people in the restaurant as the story was
unfolding, and no one was paying him the least
attention. Even his recorder was running, and he hoped
it was picking up the conversations from the crowd, but
more importantly the words between to Marines.
For an hour they restaurant was nearly a noisy group of
people, and finally things settled down, and Barry
looked at the woman he agreed to marry less than an
hour ago, and asked, "Time for dinner, and I'm having
that T-bone advertised on that hand lettered sign over
the back of the salad case, how about you?"
"Gee, husband-to-be, I'm still full from this morning,
early morn if you catch my meaning, but yes, I will
have the same thing," Jolynn answered. "By the way,
where will we live, Husband?"
"Here, where else, my charming wife, and you have
something on your chin?"
"You know the rules, lick it off?"
To her utter disbelief, Barry leaned forward, and his
tongue moved out and licked the dried piece of egg
yellow from her chin, that had been there since at
least six that morning. Unknown to either, a digital
camera recorded what would later become an award
winning photo.
Finally, as they were nearly done with their steaks,
Gary Woodford moved over and sat next to Barry, and
after introductions, explained why he was in town and
wanted to cover a story of him and Jolynn. "By the way,
there is no way I will mention your meeting with the
man who knew and served with your grandfather, but you
and I both know it would make one hell of a story."
"Thanks, but you have your job so don't let me stop
you, but we could work this so both of us can get good
coverage. Why don't you get your editor to place you
story in the paper with mine, and it will be at least a
two part story on my side, if not three?"
Two days later, the items were shipped by UPS to the
café from New York by Barry's friend at the paper.
Barry called Mr. Hensley and told him the items had
arrived and wanted to know if he wished to see them?
When Ronald Hensley arrived at the café, he was wearing
his uniform, with all his medals, ribbons and devices.
The local town people had heard about what was taking
place, and they came down to the café to view for
themselves the memories of two generations of Marines,
but with each having fought in a different war.
The article about the two men was carried by Barry's
paper on Thursday through Sunday, and the four part
story was backed up by the local story by Gary
Woodford, whose articles were carried side-by-side in
the same newspapers Barry's papers feed the news to.
***
A week later, two Marines stood in their combat
uniforms and proudly wore the honors bestowed by their
country, upon their chest. They stood at attention as
they were honored by the town people and then the
festive occasion became even more important to all
attending, but two people were overly happy, as a
minister moved up to the gazebo and performed the
wedding ceremony.
The local high school band, that had played the Star
Spangled Banner and other patriotic music, had
commenced playing Her Comes the Bride.
A large carry in picnic was held on the blocked off
streets, and around two that afternoon, Barry and
Jolynn were driving to the airport and then flying to
New York. That evening, on Barry's waterbed, they
enjoyed finding the others love fulfilling.
Monday found the two of them in the office of Barry's
editor and discussing the fact that they were going to
return to the small town to live. The editor allowed
Barry the right to be a contributing writer and he
could write a column twice a week, and if a major story
came up, he would get a crack at the item if he wanted.
For a week they visited the city and finally, Barry
rented a truck and packed up his belongings, but now
furniture and he allowed his friend to take over the
apartment. Saturday evening Barry and Jolynn were
treated to a small party at the bar across the street
from the paper where the news staff hung out after
work.
They arrived at their Jolynn's home late Sunday
evening, and parking the rental truck, headed to the
shower and enjoyed playing in the water together. They
shared each other's love twice before falling asleep,
only to be woken from a deep sleep to the sounds of car
horns, what sounded like a cannon being shot every so
often and shouts and catcalls.
"No, oh my god, there hasn't been a belling in this
town for more than ten years, we're being belled
darling, so we might just as well get out of bed,
because they won't leave."
Dressing quickly, Barry and Jolynn walked down the
stairs and outside to greet the shouts of their old and
newly found friends. For Barry, the experience was one
he had read about being a tradition in early years, but
thought was only a part of Americana.
Around four in the morning, they were once more in bed,
and Jolynn moved down and took her husband's manhood in
her mouth. In a few minutes, she felt him become erect,
and she sucked and stroked Barry until she was drinking
his juices.
***
Two months later, Barry was being honored with a
national award for his story about the five Marines,
and then to his surprise and that of his editor, he
received the award for the top story in the nation for
his writings on his grandfather and finding the man who
served with him in combat. Never were Barry and Jolynn
as proud as they were in knowing they had convinced
Ronald to fly to New York with them.
Seated with them at the table was Gary Woodford, and he
was also given an award for his stories dealing with
life in a small town. That night, they all enjoyed
dinner at the expense of the paper Barry wrote for, and
there were ten of his coworkers present to help him
celebrate. In the center of the table were displayed
his awards, and that of Gary.
Editor Harry Kahn stood up and spoke at the conclusion
of the meal, and as he finished his speech, introduced
Gary. Harry read a note to Gary from his own editor
which read, "I hope your career in New your flourishes,
and best wishes from all of us here."
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce Barry Blandon's
award winning replacement, Gary Woodford, if he accepts
Barry's old desk."
***
Barry and Jolynn flew to Zurich to start a month long
tour of Europe, and it was billed as a reporting
assignment, and they found things to do that they could
never report in the newspaper.
They were walking down a street in Copenhagen, when
Jolynn spotted a club advertising nude dancers. "Come
on let's go inside, and see what it is like Barry," she
said with excitement in her voice.
They entered the building and found it was not only a
place with nude dancers, but later found out it was in
reality a swingers club. After a drink each, Jolynn got
up from the stool she was seated on at the bar and
walked away, to what Barry thought was the restroom.
"Okay guys," the dj said in broken English, "you are in
for a treat, as we have a new dancer tonight who is
making her debut and now from the United States, Joy
Lynn!"
Slinking out onto the stage Barry saw was his wife, and
he thought, "My god, she is remembering what I said
about how I would have loved watching her dance with
Emil."
When the dance was over, Barry was sporting an erection
that didn't was about to shove through his slacks. The
other men in the place were asking her to do another
dance, and by the end of three dances, Jolynn was
squatting in front of Barry and then she reached down
and pulled his face between her thighs. For a few
minutes the place went crazy, but finally the manager
walked over and told Jolynn she needed to stop before
the cops showed up unexpectedly.
"I want to go off... oh hell Barry... I'm coming...
augh... now!"
"Perhaps you two would like to go upstairs, here are a
couple of free passes," the manager informed them.
After dressing in front of the same crowed she had
stripped before, Jolynn took all the tips she had
received and called the girls who danced at the club
onto the stage and handed them the money, and she
walked off to find Barry waiting for her.
Walking up the stairs, they were soon entering the
private club for swingers. "Jolynn, should we leave or
what?"
"Hell no, I want fucked like you once told me you
wished it had been you when I first did a striptease,
remember?"
They had sex in front of all those present and no one
know why the urgency in taking each other. That night,
Jolynn found more sex than she could ever imagine. The
owner of the club spoke with them and asked if they
were having a good time and where they were from and
other such questions.
"Would you like a special treat, and I do mean special
Miss Jolynn, and if your husband doesn't mind?"
Barry laughed and told the manger, "She has already
been with six men, and we have only been here about an
hour, so why would I object now?"
"Fine, follow me and you also, if you wish sir."
Jolynn found herself being led to a bed on a stand that
was suddenly lit with lights. "Hop on and be prepared
for a special treat, and only one woman a night gets
this special... so enjoy."
Walking from behind her and onto the stand, Jolynn did
not see what Barry and the others were viewing. Then
she did see what everyone was watching.
Before her stood a large man, he was black and must be
at least seven feet tall she thought, and sticking out
from his body was a huge long and thick cock... my god,
he is as large as my arm, no way can I let him...
augh... easy on my tits," Jolynn moaned out as he was
sucking and biting her nipples.
She felt his fingers probing between her legs, and he
was pulling her pubic hair until she believed she would
scream. When his finger invaded her sex, she knew it
had become suddenly very wet from the harshness of his
love making. Jolynn suddenly realized that was the
intent of his course and rough love making, to turn the
crowd on an as well. Evidently those in the crowd knew
the act and understood what she was feeling.
The large man took her hand and placed it on his cock,
and she was unable to close her hand around the large
black object. His fingers, Jolynn believed were larger
than her father or first husband's cock's, and she
tried to escape his rough handling of her pussy.
Then the man became gentle and his finger was tracing
her slit from top to bottom, and she felt her hips
bumping up from the mattress, and she shuddered at the
start of a climax, when that occurred, the man moved
away from her and kneeled between her spread legs,
Jolynn watched in panic as the man used his hands to
hold him self above her and then she felt the thick
cock touch her sex. Feeling his hand moving the thick
end of his cock up and down her wet pussy, she wasn't
prepared when he suddenly shoved his cock head against
her labia and tried to enter her.
"AUGHHHHH, IT IS TO MUCH," Jolynn cried out as she felt
the purple colored head the size of a drinking glass
opening as it attempted to spread open her vaginal
entrance. With patience, the massive cock was soon
entering the narrow sex of the willing girl, and the
other swingers in attendance were in awe as the
beautiful woman was soon fully stuffed with the massive
cock.
Jolynn's legs were held in the large hands of the black
male whose cock was fully buried in the hairy cunt, and
they were pressed so the others, including Barry could
see the heavy bag of nuts handing against the woman's
anus. Then the large man pulled his cock back slowly,
until only the thick head was still inside the center
of the woman's sex.
OH MY GAWDDDD, HOLY SHIT... FUCK NOOOOOO," the others
heard Jolynn scream out as the powerful man shoved
thrust his hips forward and rocked forcefully and
reburied the oversized erection back up into the female
cut that marked her sex.
Never in her life could nor would Jolynn ever forget
the several such strokes of the purple headed phallus
as it drove in and out of her pussy. Her hips simply
bumped up from the mattress on which she reclined, only
to be pounded brutally back down as the large cock was
once again shoved deep and hard in the narrow and
tightly gripping pussy. When the thick bone was pulled
back out, it brought with it, Jolynn's inner labia. For
at lest fifteen minutes the large man played with the
woman as she was fucked in such a way he kept form
shooting his cum up into her womb.
Jolynn could only hope the massive erection would soon
plant its load of semen into her awaiting vaginal
channel, and the agony of taking the brutal probing of
her sex would soon be over. Then a bone jarring lunge
sent the thick head of the huge cock head into the
heart of her very sex, her womb seemed to be pushed
open, and the sperm laden semen was blasted deep in
Jolynn's body.
***
The woman walked slowly from the entrance of what
appeared to be nothing more than a warehouse with glass
enclosed offices across the front of the building.
Knowing each step was taking her away from what
assuredly was a different lifestyle than she had
endured for the past twelve hours.
How did I end up here, and more importantly why, the
exquisitely dressed woman asked as she opened the door
to her car? Knowing part of the answer was her own
doing, no she realized, my own undoing. What she didn't
know was all that had happened while she was inside the
building.
Jolynn had decided to answer the ad for a movie extra
and had met with the two men who were producing the
movie, and she had driven to the nearby large city from
her small town to speak with those handling the
audition.
Judson Griffith had spoken in such a smooth voice and
he seemed so asexual, Jolynn was caught off guard by
the attractive and well dressed producer. They had met
and enjoyed a light snack at the hotel and enjoyed a
glass of wine.
Hearing the details of doing a movie and they would
like to do some footage of her to see how she would
film, Jolynn had accompanied the two men and the one
woman to the production studios.
Enjoying another glass of wine once they were inside
the studio, and before she was to be filmed, Jolynn had
not noticed when the filming had commenced. Taking a
seat on the sofa with Heather Lynn and Smokie while
enjoying the wine, Jolynn was not aware how she was
suddenly nude and for the first time in her life was
having sex with another woman.
Once scene after the other was being filmed and Jolynn
only knew that she was having sex, first with Heather
Lynn, and then Smokie, and suddenly there were several
males doing her, sometimes more than one at a time.
Jolynn was on a set with a swimming pool backdrop, but
the pool was only a photograph or some such thing, and
she was lying on the pool deck, and she watched two
boys walk toward her. "You can't see me nude... you
boys need to leave, Jolynn had meant to tell them, but
she could not get her voice to sound out the words.
The boys stopped in front of her, and to her amazement,
she observed as they both undressed in front of her.
The one was likely thirteen or so, and his young
erection was only lightly surrounded by hair where it
joined his body.
His name was, or at least his stage name was "Dick" and
she saw his erection was no more than four inches long,
if that. Someone was telling her to touch his young
cock and to suck it for the camera, and she did as she
was told, even though her mind seemed to be in a fog.
A voice in the distance was telling Jolynn, "Dick is a
virgin and he just turned thirteen, so let him fuck you
and then you can blow him after you get his cherry nuts
for him and you. When she had felt the young boy ready
to shot his first cum, the excitement in feeling him
shoving his young cock in no rhythm, but only thrashing
around to get his first piece of ass, someone was
saying, Jolynn cried out her approval as she fucked the
virgin boy and took his first load of cum.
The second boy, whose name was supposedly "Peter" was
sporting a five inch cock, and told Jolynn he was a 14
year old virgin. Once more she was crying out in her
wildest voice and allowing her imagination to run
rampant, as she took her second virgin boy.
Both boys shot their cum in her mouth and she was taken
by them twice more, but the backdrops were different
each time.
Suddenly Jolynn found she was on a set with doll babies
and frilly pillows and a matching bedspread with a
young girl of nine. Jolynn was prompted to undress the
young girl, who was physically upset, and then
instructed to perform oral sex on the cute
preadolescent bubbly girl with long blonde hair that
curled around her face and reached below her shoulders.
Jolynn enjoyed licking the hairless sex on the pretty
girl, but did not enjoy using her fingers to finger
fuck the girl and pop her cherry. Listening to someone
inform her on how to do the girl, Jolynn could not
believe she was doing the girl as she was told.
"Nooooo, help me... stop... no don't put your fingers
in me like that... aughhhh," the pretty child screamed
out as Jolynn took the girl's cherry - which turned out
to be Heather Lynn's little sister. Jolynn watched as
the girl's father then had sex with her and his older
sister, 18 year old Heather Lynn.
The last scene that Jolynn participated in was an orgy,
except she was the only female in the action. In the
distant part of her mind, Jolynn heard Judson Griffith
saying something to the effect, "Look at the woman, she
is taking them one after the other... what are there,
twenty-five extras for the orgy scene... her little
twat will be sore tomorrow, and she likely won't be
able to crap for a week after getting her ass stuffed
by five of those big cocks."
Starting the drive home, Jolynn knew she could not
drive the sixty miles to her small home town, so she
pulled into the first motel she saw as she was ready to
pull onto the interstate.
Sleep came almost instantly, but Jolynn woke around
four in the morning and realized she must have been
drugged by something in the wine. From the back of her
mind, she recalled what all she had done, and the
various movie scenes flashed before her mind.
When she thought of getting the 13 and 14 year old
virgin small cocks, she knew it was wrong, but Jolynn
found that aspect of the movie enjoyable. Knowing she
swallowed their loads of youthful cum did not really
bother the attractive woman of twenty-five.
"Oh no..." Jolynn sobbed out as she recalled taking the
little blonde haired girl's 9 year old cherry with her
fingers. She had even eaten and licked the girl's
bloody sex after she had popped her cherry. "My god, I
ate her father's nuts while he fucked his own
daughter... nooooo," Jolynn sobbed out in horror.
Then her mind recaptured the mass number of men who had
been in the orgy scene, and the number twenty-five
rolled around in her head. Yet they had done her more
than once, then her mind flashed to being "butt-fucked"
by several guys.
Getting out of bed, Jolynn walked to the bathroom and
drew her self a hot bath. Once she was in the water,
Jolynn thought back to her husband Barry, now dead in
the conflict in Afghanistan, where he had gone to cover
the war for a special in the life of more Marines.
***
A little over six months later, Jolynn answered her
telephone, "Hello... yes... yes, this is Jolynn
Blandon... no I don't wish to make another movie...
really... three girls... eight, nine and ten... two
boys who are both twelve..."
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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