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“NUDIST f****y SEX CLINIC” Connie Yates was very concerned about her young son, Billy. He appeared to be having a difficult journey from puberty to manhood. Even though Billy was an unplanned and accidental arrival in her life as the result of a random and totally forgettable sexual liaison, she loved the boy dearly. And now, in her late-thirties, Connie suspected that she might have failed him as a single parent by raising Billy without a father to guide him toward an active and healthy interest in sex. Connie had not been very sexually active either before or after the boy’s birth 14 years ago. All of the men she’d ever gone to bed with had been conventional, unimaginative lovers. None of them had never even come close to satisfying her longing for the kind of orgasm other women claim to have with such pride and excitement. She had always hoped for something a little different. She didn’t even want to think about the words nasty or filthy, but they were exactly the kind of sex she wanted and needed. Something quite a bit more than just a little naughty, but she didn’t know what that was, or how to find it. All of Connie’s relationships with men had been so damn boring that eventually she stopped dating entirely, except when her own needs became so demanding that she would call up a married man she knew for a quick, furtive encounter that left her pussy totally dry except for the tablespoon or so of ejaculate he would leave inside of her before he ran out of the house, ...

... pulling his pants on before he’d even gotten out her door. Connie was a plain-looking woman, but she made little effort to make herself more attractive. She wore her mousy brown hair cut simply. Her best features were large doe-eyes and a full-lipped mouth. Plenty of men (and women) would have been drawn to her if she only wore a little makeup (or a lot, for that matter), and clothes that would reveal more of her big, shapely hips, large ass and conical breasts that were so firm they didn’t wobble. They swung back and forth like big, soft edible fruit. The shape of her bosom was impossible to ignore, even when concealed by a good bra. Connie eventually discovered that even her nipples were unusual. Her areola capped the entire end of each pointed breast. They had a red, meaty look to them as if a lover had just been mauling them and chewing on the stiff, rubbery thickness of them. But nobody had ever mauled them or chewed on them in a sexual frenzy. No such luck, thought Connie in her most intimate moments when she was sitting on the toilet or rubbing herself off with this weeks cucumber or possibly a nic fresh ear of corn smeared with whatever was handy. Baby Oil Gel was her favorite and seemed to lubricate anything she happened to be putting into herself at the moment. The best part was that the slippery jelly didn’t dry out. It enabled Connie to work on herself until she was out of breath and soaked with sweat. What a waste (she often thought) that no lover was there to lick ...