1. Beverly Ch. 02


    Date: 10/3/2023, Categories: Fetish, Author: byTheGraduate88 

    [Author's Note: Well, Gentle Reader, I couldn't leave this one alone. It's not exactly autobiographical but my single experience with a woman who had a true scat fetish left me, well, "wondering" is a good word. In that case, my memory is a bit sketchy. These were the college years in the 1970s and, well, my "Swinging in the 70s" series IS autobiographical so feel free to check in on our lifestyle there. But my night with Linda was after God alone knows how many beers, how many joints of that not-very-good pot we used to get, and the special treat of some opium that one of our group had scored.

Linda, as I recall, was one of those big girls who had finally given up dieting and, I'm afraid looking back, was probably on her way to morbid obesity and an early grave. I don't know what happened to her, but I do know that when food was around it was kind of fun watching her eat, something she did with gusto. Anyway, she was a big girl, 20ish like my classmates making her very young for our group, most of whom were veterans with an extra 4 years on our clocks before we got to college or more mature yet, joining the group through one of the older, which is to say 30ish, couples from the trailer park..

She was the aggressor that night, but I didn't exactly fight for my virtue. She was big and blonde and cute and had the most enormous boobs I had ever seen. So I was flattered and happy to tell my wife I'd be home sometime the next day and accept Linda's offer to go home with ...
    ... her.

We barely cleared the door before she was, well, "at me." Very much the aggressor and I was enjoying it.

"Are you ready to try something new?" she asked.

"Hell yes," I replied, or think I did. Anyway, I replied in the affirmative, that much I know because of what happened next.

And what happened next was pretty much what I described in the first chapter of this story.

But that was the last time I ever went home with her. Oh, we would encounter each other at parties and stuff like that, but with her, a man was a one-time thing and my casual advances weren't actually rebuffed, but they weren't encouraged either.

That left me wondering what might have happened and, well, I think I want to explore it here.]

It was a good dream. The woman, not my wife, the Vice-Principal at my school if it matters, a woman so black she looked like she had just stepped off of a tall ship at Charleston or Savannah or Mobile or New Orleans with the slave collar keeping her in line, was playing with my erection and moving around to go down on me. She also tipped the scales at, conservatively speaking here, 285, and that was probably being kind.

My mind is a strange place. I have no idea why she would show up in my dream. Hell, I didn't even like the bitch.

As she took me into her mouth I came awake.

And it all came back to me in a sudden rush.

"Jesus," I thought, "did we really do that?"

But of course, we had. I could feel the way she was, well, "crusty," against ...
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