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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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