Sandys Story Ch 00

Introduction to Sandy's Story:

"So why don't you let me tell the story?" She says.

"Because, Sandy, you don't know what happens."

"But that's exactly why I should tell it, because I don't know what happens."

"Now I'm confused, it's MY fantasy, how can you tell it if you don't know what happens?."

"Because it's MY life, isn't it? And in life we don't know what happens until it does. You're walking down a street. You turn a corner, do you run into a mugger? Or a woman who one day becomes your wife? Your wife says she wants to talk to you, does she say you're going to be a daddy? Or does she say she wants a divorce? Life is nothing but moment to moment uncertainty and doubt punctuated with moments of pure joy and abject terror."

OK so I'm half asleep and my imagination has jumped the tracks and I'm having an argument with the subject of one of my fantasies. And on top of that I appear to be losing.

"It's what makes us wish we could go back to better times." she continued. "They weren't any better, we just know how they turned out so that all the anxiety and uncertainty we felt at the time are removed. You look at the past and you're nostalgic for 'Good Old Days'. But were they really?"

"Hey, my 'Good Old Days' were fantastic." I say

"Oh really? Sure, you had some great times, you were young and strong and good looking in the way that all young people are, and you saw some amazing things. But you also saw the murder of the Kennedy's and Martin Luther King, the burning of Watts, Detroit and Newark. The Cuban missile crisis and the riots at the Democratic convention in Chicago. The Murders at Kent State."

"What about Woodstock?" I say

"What about Altamont?" She counters.

"I was there." I say.

"What about the horror of Vietnam, which you narrowly avoided? And on top of it all was the threat of Nuclear annihilation at any moment."

Wow. I, or she, was making a helluva an argument. How could an imaginary woman say things I'd never thought before.

"OK you've made your point. Yep, it's official; I'm an old guy."

"Well, you know that's not what I meant."

She settles down beside me and changes the subject

"What am I like, what kind of person am I?"

"Hmmmm."

"I mean if I'm going to tell the story..." Apparently, it's been decided.

"Well, do you remember..."

"I do if you do." she interrupts. I ignore her.

"...on the jokes page of Playboy there was this cartoon woman I think they called her the "Femlin"."

"Oh yeah, she was really cute."

"Well you're not like her."

She slaps my arm.

"Creep." she says.

"You've just turned 18 and you're kind of like 2 separate personalities. You can be very determined when you know what you want, like now." I say looking at her pointedly.

"And, without a second thought, you just go after it. But you can be very insecure at the same time and then you need love and reassurance, someone to hold you, someone to guide you even.

"You were a tomboy as a child and loved to climb trees and play with the boys," I continued, "but when puberty mugged you, and it's kind of like a mugging isn't it, you didn't rage against it as some girls do, You just kind of went with it and put away your boyish things; you loved your new femininity. You're a good, but not great student, on your way to college, and have a stronger than normal sex drive."

"oooh, yeah." she says, "What do I look like?"

"Well you're beautiful" I say.

"Of course."

"Of course. You're what they call 'Black Irish'; dark hair but blue eyes and very fair skin. You have a small but very straight nose and full, plump lips."

"Like Angelina Jolie?"

"Mmmmmm, more like Scarlet Johansen."

"Oooh, we like Scarlet Johansen."

"Oh yeah, we definitely like Scarlet johansen. You're five six or seven and weigh, oh 135 pounds or so. You're not fat but you're not the fashionably skinny stick figures we see in the magazines, you've got flesh on your bones."

"You've always thought Marilyn Monroe was the perfect size, didn't you." she says.

"Yeah, but by today's standards, she'd be thought of as plump."

"So describe my body"

We were both lying naked on top of the sheets. No. That's not right. I was naked but she had on a skimpy, see-through nightie with panties but no bra.

"You do love a girl in a nightie don't you. What do my tits look like" She was running her fingers over my chest and stomach.

"I don't like the word tits very much, 'breasts' sounds much softer and more exciting. And yours are large..."

"Naturally."

"Naturally, but not huge, with pink silver dollar size areolas. And when I squeeze the nipples..."

"Gently?"

"Yes, gently, you're nipples are very sensitive at first, they perk up to the size of pencil erasers. And when I suck on them..."

"Like this..." she says lifting the breast and placing the nipple to my lips. "...it becomes diamond hard" she finishes a little breathlessly.

"Mmmmm hmmmm" I murmur, licking and sucking her engorged nipple. A soft moan escapes her lips.

"And what about the rest of me?" she asks, her finger lightly tracing the length of my swollen cock from the head to my balls, making me shiver.

"Your legs are long with muscular cheerleader thighs, not the straight sticks you see on so many young women today. And they taper to your pretty knees. Your calves are full and firm, slim ankles and tiny size 5 feet."

"That's impossible," She says, switching positions to bring her feet near my face. I take one in my hand and admire it. "No one five seven could have size five feet."

"I don't care." I say, kissing her tiny toes.

"What do they look like?"

"An impossibly high arch, a beautiful compound curve, with soft smooth soles, no wrinkles and little pearl-like toes"

"You're such a freak" She says, sighing deeply and running her hands up and down my legs as I suck on her toes one by one.

"So you think I'm like a dual personality? That I can be both dominant and submissive?"

"Mmmmm hmmm."

"I'm feeling a little submissive right now," she says shyly.

"Then, I think you deserve to be spanked." I say sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.

"Oh, good!" she cries and drapes herself over my lap, her bottom raised and offered to me for punishment.

I lift her nightie to expose her panty clad backside; her panties being nearly transparent, I can clearly see the gorgeous cleft between the twin orbs of her bottom, and begin spanking firmly but gently, feeling the taut resilient flesh respond. She's making "mmmm" and "unh" sounds with each spank as I pick up the tempo and increase the forcefulness.

"What does my - oooooh - Butt look like?"

I insert my hands into the waist band and she raises her hips allowing me to remove the panties.

"We of the spanker persuasion prefer to use the term 'bottom'. It's so beautiful, so firm and plump that it begs to be spanked." I say and continue abusing her bottom with sharp, forceful slaps that sound wonderful as they echo in the bedroom. I cover her entire bottom, spanking both checks alternately, taking special care to spank the lower portion, where the buttock curves back in to meet her thigh, particularly hard.

"OH!" she squeals. "You're a - sssssss - real ass man - ahhhhhhh - aren't you?"

"Well I - SMACK - enjoy every - SMACK - part of a - SMACK - Woman's body - SMACK - but a well formed - SMACK - round bottom - smack - is so beautiful - SMACK - so exciting - SMACK - it can break my heart - SMACK - just to look at it. - SMACK - especially - SMACK - one that's being - SMACK - spanked till - SMACK - it turns red - SMACK.

Hers was blushing a bright pink

"Ooooooooooh that's sooooo gooooood I could come." she moans

"I want you to." I move my right hand to her pussy and she slips one leg off my lap to open herself. I slide my thumb inside her very wet cunt as I continue to spank her and soon she is coming, moaning.

"Oh God, I'm...I'm...Ooooooh Goooooood!"

Rocking back and forth as her pussy swallows my fingers, her juices ooze out of her and fill my palm. I continue to slap her plump backside, as she climaxes, heightening her sensation until she's drained and laying exhausted over my lap. She stays draped over my thighs for several minutes as I sooth and rub her poor defenseless bottom.

"Now let's talk about my dominant side." She says after she calms and her breathing returns to normal. She pushes me down on my back.

"Well," I say, a little startled. "One time you tied me to the bed and tormented me by playing with my nipples for hours never even touching my cock."

"Hours?" she says. Rubbing my nipples and making me squirm.

"Oh yes, hours." I say, "And then you sat on my chest, your feet on either side of my head and spread your pussy lips just out of reach of my mouth and made me watch the moist pink inner flesh as you rubbed your clit and made yourself come. Your legs, by the way, are more wide set than most and you have a very plump mound and outer lips. I could smell your scent as your juices leaked out onto my chest. Then you moved up closer to my face and with one hand pulled my head into your crotch while your other hand kept your lips spread wide and made me lick your pussy till you came again and again and again. And still you hadn't even touched my cock. I was in agony."

"I'm so bad."

She's sitting on my chest spreading her pussy lips and rubbing them and dipping her fingers inside to pick up some of the lubrication that's leaking out and rubbing it over and around the little nub of her clit. I'm hypnotized, unable to look at anything other than her cunt as she brings herself to another shuddering orgasm. It bends her over so her hair falls in my face.

"When you finally did touch me, you sucked and pumped my cock with your hands bringing me to the edge over and over and over again but you wouldn't finish me. Every time I'd start to come you'd let go and then tongue my nipples or play with my asshole. You kept me on the edge for hours."

"Really?" she says, alternately stroking and sucking my cock. Just as I feel myself getting close she slows down, barely moving her hand up and down the shaft. I'm so close. My hips are pumping convulsively and my head is flopping side to side.

"Absolutely." I manage to say, "Then you - mmm - put me inside you, it felt like heaven - oh god! - but you ordered me not to come without permission and you rocked your hips - oh baby - driving me insane. You came over and over again but -ssssssssss - each time I'd ask permission you'd say no and get up."

"How do you ever put up with me?" she says letting go of my cock.

"Please!" I said. "Please don't stop."

"Hours later when neither of us thought I could take any more, I asked permission a final time and you said 'yes, come now, Come for me, come inside me.' I came so hard I thought I would blow the top of your head off. Your cunt hardened and contracted around my cock and I felt like I was being milked"

"Like this" she says and straddles me, taking me deep inside her. In seconds she's coming again and her pussy clamps down on me, pulling and tugging, demanding and finally getting what it wants and I explode, shooting my cum deep into her in spasmodic spurts.

I open my eyes and your gone and I'm spent.

"Ok Sandy" I say a little breathless, "tell your story."