Penguins Preference a Toby Wakefield story Chapter 8
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The summer of 1953 presented me with the most preposterous sexual adventures that any teenager—any man of any age for that matter—could hope to experience. Sometimes while it was happening, I had to pinch myself to remind me that I was awake
Kathy and Rosie were two girls who were a slice of my “coming of age” which was probably a lot more than most boys going through puberty ever experienced. My involvement with Kathy and then Rosie could be claimed by many young boys who have gone through the mysteries of erections. Ironically, they both attended St. Bartholomew’s Catholic Church where I was going through some magical kind of sexual transformation myself. I never went to church there but my involvement at the convent with the sisters has often made me ask myself what kind of magic was happening to me there. Maybe it was BECAUSE I wasn’t Catholic that made the experiences possible. Who knows?
Rosie Kowalski moved into the neighborhood with her family in 1953. When the Kowalski’s broke ground the year before to build their new house across the road from ours it was an exciting event. Nothing new had happened there for a couple of decades. When the bulldozer, crane and dump truck came to excavate the Kowalski’s property and started breaking ground for the house it was a new beginning for the entire neighborhood. From time to time, we would see the Kowalski’s visiting the construction site. I couldn’t help noticing that they had a cute daughter. Just before the house was finished, I noticed the girl, Rosemary, playing with my buddy Ray’s sister Kathy. Apparently, they became friendly during the construction process.
When the Kowalski’s moved in my mother and father insisted that we go over as a family and welcome them to the neighborhood. I was about halfway through my fifteenth year. Up close I could see that Rosemary, “Rosie” as her dad called her, was cute as hell. She was a willowy girl with newly developing breasts. It was easy to tell that she was flirting with me, though rather shyly. Because my libido was amped to such a high level, courtesy of the sisters at ST. Bart’s and Kathy, I added her to the stable of females that put me to sleep each night while masturbating.
The fact that Kathy and Rosie were playmates made me wonder if Kathy might be sharing about some of the experiences, she was having with her brother Ray and me. Kathy and Rosie were new friends.
“Good morning Rosie,” Mrs. Warren said as she opened the door that Saturday morning. She was surprised that Kathy’s new friend was at the door so early. “You are early sweetie, but it won’t hurt Kathy to get up. I have lots of things for her to do today. Why don’t you go on up to her room and introduce her to the day?”
Girl talk
Shaking Kathy, Rosie was too energized to be gentle. “Wake up Kathy I have to talk with you.”
Lifting her head with sleepy eyes Kathy smiled as she said in torpid surprise, “ROSIE,” she stretched and asked, “What time is it?”
“It’s about quarter to eight Kathy. But I have to talk with you.” Just then the noise of a door opening and closing came through the wall. There was the sound of a dresser drawer being opened and a quick slam as the drawer was closed.
Kathy put her finger to her lips. “Shh, Mom’s in her room.”
Wide-eyed, Rosie said in a surprised murmur, “Your parents’ room is right next to yours TOO?” Kathy nodded. “So is my parents’ room, it’s like the walls in our new house are paper thin. I can hear everything they DO.”
Pushing herself up on her elbows Kathy smirked and said, “You should hear THEM (directing her head to the wall).”
“That’s what I’m TALKING about,” Rosie said, blushing deeply red, “THAT.”
Putting her hush-finger to her lips again for Rosie to keep her voice down Kathy whispered, “You don’t need to be embarrassed Rosie, I know what you’re talking about, he-he-he.” As Kathy stifled a serious giggling stream Rosemary laughed a little too loud too. “Shh,” she stifled her laughter again with, “and you should hear some of the words they use.”
“Mine used the F ... word a lot,” Rosie said as she shrugged and looked around like someone might be listening
“Cock” and “pussy” too,” Kathy said. Rosie looked at Kathy out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t sure she could completely trust her new friend yet. Trying to figure out what was on her new friend’s mind Kathy said, “What is it, Rosie?
Rosie cleared her throat. “Um ... I-I have an idea what ‘suck my cock’ means but don’t even have a clue what, ‘eat my pussy’ could mean?”
Giggling Kathy said, “You talk like a virgin Rosie.”
“What do you mean by THAT Kathy? Of course, I’m a virgin.”
“I’m just teasing Rosie. I’ve never met a girl our age who isn’t a virgin.”
“I would just like to talk to one who isn’t so she could tell me more about what sex is like,” Rosie said. Abruptly changing the conversation to what they were talking about before she segued to, “My parents say things like, ‘suck my cock,’ he-he-he or ‘fuck my cunt.’”
“And ‘eat my pussy,’” Kathy reminded her with a giggle then broke into an uncontrollable laughter.
Kathy’s mother’s door opened then closed. They could hear her footsteps down the hall then going down the stairs. The uncontrolled laughter became louder. Then as fast as it had started it seemed like all the levity had been sucked out of the room when Kathy said. “I had always heard Mom and Dad carrying on in their room at night, but it never meant anything to me. But when Ray talked me into playing “doctor” with him last year I saw how much different we were. When I touched his um thing it got hard—he called it a ‘boner’—and it all began opening to me.
Other than her aunt’s little baby Rosie had never seen a naked boy. Amazed she asked, “You saw your brother NAKED?”
“I’ve seen both of my brothers naked before, but we were really small at the time,” Kathy said. “Three years ago, Ray told me that one of his friends told him about playing doctor with his sister. We kind of ... um ... explored each other. He touched my thing and let me put my hand around his.”
“You actually touched it ... and HELD it?” Nodding her head Kathy smirked. “What did it FEEL like?”
Concentrating she said, “It wasn’t hard like you might think hard would be. It was stiff but warm and firm. He-he-he I could feel his heart beating in it. And (her eyes were filled with amazement) the skin on the outside is like a loose sheath. I held his penis in my hand and moved the outer skin up and down like it was a kind of loose sausage casing. Everything about is AMAZING Rosie.”
“Do you ever wish that you could do the things with your brother that you hear your parents doing Kathy?” It was just like when she was in bed the night before when she was listening to her parents through the wall. She was getting wet between her legs while talking with Kathy, like she had then. Her panties felt like they were getting damp.
Because Kathy told her about playing doctor with her brother Rosie took for granted that Kathy had already touched herself between her legs. She needed to confess something to her friend and decided to be bold. “Yesterday when you picked up that nasty rubber thing that was lying beside the road Kathy, I thought I might get sick. When I went home, I thought about the way we talked about what those kids were doing in their cars where we saw those rubber things and you picked that one up?”
Kathy smiled and nodded. She didn’t let on that she had already gone all the way with her brother Ray and Toby Wakefield. She wanted a friend her age to confide in but had to be sure that Rosie could handle it if she decided to take her into her confidence and let her know what was going on between them.
Rosie continued, “Then last night when I heard my parents’ um ‘doing it’ on the other side of the wall I got all ... um ... wet between my legs thinking about what we talked about yesterday and listening to how they said those nasty things in that silly way. It was dirty talk Kathy, but it made me feel funny. I-I started ... um ... touching myself.”
She had to find out if Kathy had one too and asked, “Do you have a bump at the top of the crevice in your vagina that makes you feel tingly if you touch it, Kathy?” Noticing how intensely her friend was looking at her she saw Kathy’s hand go beneath her covers and start wiggling.
“I do Rosie and it does more than just tingle when I touch it.” She grunted as she wiggled.
“I was afraid you would tell me that you didn’t have one ... that I was just some kind of freak.”
“I DO have one Rosie and it’s more than just a bump. And it makes me feel wonderful when I rub it.” She wanted to tell her; you should feel it when somebody else touches it.
Sinfully envious Rosie thought of Kathy telling her about playing doctor with Ray and hesitantly said, “Kathy? I have a confession.” She watched her friend’s eyes widen in question. “I’ve been thinking about Ray and you. I-I’ve been wondering if you and he ever do anything.” Dropping her eyes in embarrassment she looked back up and said, “I’m really jealous that I don’t have a brother to play doctor with.”
Delighted what Rosie had just said she began seeing the possibility of what she had wished she could include her new friend in. “Um ... Rosie ... I’ve been thinking ... um ... would you ... um ... do you think that you ... um ... could play doctor with me?”
What Kathy had said to her was so shocking and unexpected that she heard white noise in her ears. But she had always wanted to see another girl with now clothes on. Kathy was her friend who she had often imagined completely naked. “Oh Kathy, do you think we COULD? I-I don’t even know how to begin.”
Kathy was dressed in a short nightie. Still under the covers her fingers were playing with the sexual pudding of her pussy. Clearing her thoughts she said, “I can show you what to do Rosie.” Her hopes soared when she saw interest in Rosie’s eyes. “I’m wearing a short nightie and no panties. Maybe I can ... um ... sit at the head of the bed, spread my legs and show you mine.” Waiting to make sure that Rosie would actually go for it she went on, “You can take your panties off, sit at the foot of the bed and show me yours. What do you think?”
What her friend suggested was more than OK with her. Sitting down on the bed she quickly removed her tennis shoes, undid her pants, and took them off. She hesitated for a moment, shrugged her shoulders and then, though blushing and unsure of herself, peeled down her panties. Lately she had been so eager to be naked with somebody else that it didn’t matter whether the “somebody” was male or female.
Throwing back the covers on the bed Kathy rolled over, sat with her back to the headboard and hiked up her nightie. Sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed she ogled Rosie who was cautiously opening her legs. When Rosie’s eyes met hers, they both giggled.
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My name is Ira Wakefield. These are the memoirs of my life after returning to the city. It was the 3rd of January, 1931, when I arrived at the central station with nothing but a suitcase. At first I had mixed feelings about it all. It had been eight long years, since I had left the country for the continent. I stood there now, in the biting cold and tried to recognize it all. My coat was too thin, as I came from the south of France. I had nowhere to go really, so I decided just to begin...
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“I happen to be in some trouble, silly thing really. In my business you see, certain acquaintances are made and…” began Mr. Newcomb. “What? In the hotel business?” I interrupted. “Well, yes and no. Erm… Ira was it? You see I happen to be a bit low on money as it is right now. I may have borrowed some money some years ago,” he continued. “Now they want them back?” I said, tilting my head. “This is a delicate matter, my boy! Trust me, I am telling you this in the strictest confidence. There...
My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs, I was sure my chest would burst. I heard nothing but the sound of my feet making contact with the pavement as I ran through the streets. My belt was still not fastened, and I held my trousers up with my hands. The image of Andre Lacey’s twisted body haunted me. Now I had really messed up. My shirt was soaked in blood, but I had no time to stop and check how deep the wound was. I didn’t know if they were chasing me, but I was a dead man either way....
I embraced the small woman in front of me. She was wet and shivering. One of her hands grabbed my shoulder and we stood there holding on to each other in the rain. She was holding something between us which I was pressed uncomfortably against. Her hair clung to her head, heavy from the water. My face and hands were freezing cold and every raindrop hit me like an icy bullet. I opened my eyes and looked out over the empty street. In the light of the street lanterns you could see the water...
“Miss Kite?” I inquired as I opened the door. She smiled at me. Alice looked as lovely as the faithful day I met her. She no longer wore a maids cap. Instead she wore her hair up and wavy like it was the fashion. I could not see what she wore under her olive green coat, but admittedly I was curious. “May I take your coat, Miss?” It was all quite silly really. I had only just gotten to the office myself, and I realized that I had absolutely no idea where the coat hangers were – if the were any!
It’s rather surprising how much a mattress can cost. Well, to be fair I didn’t want just any old moldy thing. After all, this was for Alice. I went to a couple of murky shops and eventually found something I could afford, but which didn’t look like you could get cholera from it. The mattress was rather thin but this only meant I could roll it up and carry it more easily. I got a blanket as well after some discussion. The sun was setting when I strolled down the street towards my office. I got...
“Wow, what do you think this means?” said Jane. “That I may be making a mistake. No use looking for them. They were gone the minute they threw this.” “Is it about that case you’re working on?” “I think so, but really Jane, I shouldn’t talk about it!” I said. I looked at the window. How on earth could I afford repairing that? Jane tried to snatch the letter from my hand, but took it and put it in mt coat pocket. “You had better get dressed, Jane. I am.” Jane pouted slightly and got up. We...
I had phoned the police, and they had arrived faster than I had expected. I sat in the kitchen of Miss Johnson’s flat at a small coffee table and stared at the tablecloth. Opposite me sat Alice who was as silent as the grave. I looked up to find her looking at me, but she then quickly looked away. We had already given our statements and I could heard the police officers walking about in the living room. ‘Look..’ I began but was interrupted as a tall, wide man came into the room and called my...
Hi my name is Toby, and I am 17 years old and in my last year of high school. The story that I’m about to tell you happened during a work experience placement. I was away from school on the day that the placements were allocated, so that’s why I finished up being allocated to a Thai massage service. I copped a heap of ribbing about my allocation. I was used to be ribbed because of my build - I am only 5ft 5ins tall with a slender build. I’m no sports hero, being towered over by the 6ft plus...
Did you ever look back at your youth and fantasize about redoing it a second time with all of your future knowledge and experiences? What would you do if given a second chance? Would you take the path you didn't take the first time? That's where my story starts. Or ends, depending on your point of view. Time travel gets confusing like that. Friday, April 6 2018 My name is Anthony Demarco. Friends and family call my Tony. You can call me Tony too since you're reading this. I'm...
Women's Preference Belladonna [Author's Note: Loosely based on ideas provided by Mitzi and Jennifer] Preston Holly rubbed his bald head as he stared into the mirror and gazed at the reflection that still struck him as so peculiar. It had not been that long since he had a thick mane of dark brown hair, but, now, he did not even have a single hair on his head. The diagnosis for his rapid hair loss was crushing to Preston. Alopecia universalis, words he struggled to even...
My old schoolmate Lex has a problem. He has been married for 5 years to the prettiest girl in class, and every guy would like to fuck her. In talk or in apps they sort of openly say so to one another, and oddly enough Lex himself would rather have somebody else fuck his wife than fucking her himself. Strange guy ...And watching another guy fuck his wife is his ultimate fantasy. The thought of it has turned him on daily for quite a while. He has one other condition to letting somebody else fuck...
I had read about the place on the Cruise Spots feature on Men4sexnow and found the description really hot—something like, “I thought I had walked onto set for a gay porn movie.” Unfortunately, I had failed to write down the address, so I was just cruising blind as I tried to find the place when I was in town on the far-east side of the Phoenix area on a short visit. I had just about given up when I noticed this very non-descript building with a sign, PERSONAL PREFERENCE as I drove by it. I did...