Bec4 The Wrong WardrobeChapter 29 Bec and Mahler Part 2
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Editor’s Note: The next page is undated and unsigned but it is written on the hospital stationery in Bec’s distinctive handwriting and context places it here. I sat on the rug between our beds and played with Lucy, running the tiny brush through her hair. I chatted with her as I brushed, telling her about my day. The door burst open and a girl stepped through. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, panting like she’d just been running. I looked her up and down. She was...
“Make it exciting for me while you tell me. The more exciting for me the better the blow job,” I tell him as I take half his erection between my lips and tease his balls with my nails. “Does that look good in the mirrors? Does my ass look good?” I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good,...
“Make it exciting for me while you tell me. The more exciting for me the better the blow job,” I tell him as I take half his erection between my lips and tease his balls with my nails. “Does that look good in the mirrors? Does my ass look good?” I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good,...
Characters: Bec: 8 year old female, 140cm tall, 50kgs, mid back length blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, no breasts at the start of this story. Joe: Jane's 15 year old brother, 155cm tall, 65kgs, short brown hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, 14cm cock. Rob: Jane and Joe's Father, 45 years old, 180cm tall, 85kgs, short blonde hair, blue eyes, 16cm cock. Jane: Rob's Wife, 42 years old, 160cm tall, 60kgs, mid back length blond hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, 12DD breasts. Sarah: 8...
Editor’s Note: The next page is unlabeled but it is in Bec’s recognisable handwriting on hospital stationery. The context indicates it belongs here. Thursday 2nd December. I don’t really want to write about what happened this morning. It’s embarrassing. Now I think about it, I felt like I was taking part in some grand epic story full of witches and centaurs and daring escapes and great battles. Maybe I could write that story sometime, but not today. Parts of it are fuzzy in my head. I...
Editor’s Note: The next page was written by Bec on hospital stationery. Friday 11/3, Bec Freeman This morning started off fuzzy. Apparently I had a nightmare but I don’t remember most of it. The only thing I do remember out of it is a face. It filled my head and needed to be let out so I found a hole in the fuzz and pushed the face out through the hole. When the fuzz cleared, I was sitting at a table with a half-eaten plate of breakfast in front of me. I started to panic as I couldn’t...
Editor’s Note: The next pages are written on hospital stationery and signed by Bec Freeman. Saturday, December 11th My room is a mess. I can’t leave it looking like that. I need to get back to cleaning and not waste time writing this. Sunday, December 12th Alice is a pain in the neck. She’s as stubborn as a mule. She has the patience of a 2-year-old and she’s as cunning as a fox. I kind of like her. We’ve spent half of today fighting with each other and the other half playing cards...
I open my eyes. I’ am greeted by a pleasant surprise. A smile crosses my face as I look down and see Bec’s face imbedded in my stomach. “Morning” I smile. “Morning sexy” Bec replies. I lay back and shut my eyes as Bec moves her lips down my stomach. My mind is flooded again, reliving the visions of the previous night. What a night! Is all I can really say? I have thought about her for such a long time and last night I acted on it. It started with a night out as most do. I hit the dance floor...
I open my eyes. I’ am greeted by a pleasant surprise. A smile crosses my face as I look down and see Bec’s face imbedded in my stomach. “Morning” I smile. “Morning sexy” Bec replies. I lay back and shut my eyes as Bec moves her lips down my stomach. My mind is flooded again, reliving the visions of the previous night. What a night! Is all I can really say? I have thought about her for such a long time and last night I acted on it. It started with a night out as most do. I hit the dance floor...
Oral SexLiz licked her lips and squeezed my hand. She looked earnestly at Dad. “The thing that Bec has, is it the same?” She took a big breath. “Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?” Everything inside of me froze. I looked at Dad. He looked at me. And then, slowly, he nodded. Things that had been confusing suddenly made sense. I had an epiphany – another one. I’ve talked before about epiphanies. Did I mention how much they hurt? Epiphanies really hurt. This was my second one in a week. It...
I was breathing deeply, trying to regain my breath. Tara leant over me, resting on her elbow, her eyes shining in the darkness as she giggled quietly. “I’m sorry for screaming,” I said. “You were moaning before you were screaming,” she said. “And I have to say the moans weren’t unhappy moans. No, not unhappy at all. And then the screams were more like you couldn’t make up your mind whether you liked it or hated it.” She giggled again. “So come on, my sweet little sister. Fess up. Exactly...
Gravity sucks! There I was, serenely floating off the bus, when the last step down from the bus to the ground turned out to be further than I thought. Next thing I know, gravity sucked me down and thumped my feet solidly onto the ground. The jolt kind of brought me to my senses a bit. I headed over to where the team bus was unloading and arrived in time to see Pearl greet Dan as he climbed down from the bus with his bag slung over his shoulder. It was a friendly greeting with a quick hug and...
I knew things had changed even before I opened my eyes. I wasn’t lying on a carpet anymore. My head was on a pillow instead of Tara’s lap. I had blankets over me and a warm body lying on each side of me. The sound of steady breathing told me that the bodies were alive, so I guess that was a plus. Also I could feel something wrapped tightly around each of my wrists – that was a bit weird. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying on the floor of my room. From the feel of it, we were...
I was sitting on a chair. My pyjama pants were firmly on. There was a bathrobe wrapped tightly around me but my arms weren’t through the sleeves, so I was completely wrapped inside the robe. My body was trembling like it was the aftermath of some distant earthquake. A face swam into view. It was a face I didn’t want to see, so I swung away from it. The chair swung under me and I spun. I stopped spinning and there was my friend Cindi. She lay on her bed and looked at me with her big, sad...
BeC Clothing Company; Jeremy's story "The BeC Clothing Line, For Frustrated Families Everywhere Jeremy's mother finished tidying up after a visit from their neighbour, Mrs. Gonzales. Could it really work? Could Francesca Gonzales be telling the truth? She had heard of those tiny machines lately, noonites, naynites, or whatever they were called, being able to change people, but a whole catalogue of clothing with the little what-nots embedded into them? Mind you, Francesca certainly...
Standing in line to get in to the arena, I heard a voice that was vaguely familiar in a whiney, nasally sort of way. I turned and was confronted by a pair of boobs pointed straight at me like cannons on a warship. Not recognizing those, I looked up a bit and saw a red-haired girl with a face that looked like she was permanently sucking lemons. Now I remembered. This was Sarah something or other. Dan had dated her a few times when he was in high school. She’d visited home a couple of times...
I smiled up at Liz as she made her way up the aisle of the school bus. “Hey!” “Hey!” She dropped into the seat beside me with a thud. “Listen, I have to tell you about dinner with the DiMartinos.” “Why? What happened?” “Oh, not much. Just call me Little Miss Hand Grenade. I came, I saw, I went kaboom!!” “You didn’t!” “Un huh. Which reminds me. We’re making friends with Melissa.” “We are?” “We are.” “Is that a good idea? If we even talk to Melissa, her sister gets all...” She held...
Dad took me straight to the reception desk. He must have made an appointment for a meeting because Miss Webster and Mr Shankie were waiting for us. We went into Miss Webster’s office and sat around the table; me and Dad and Miss Webster and Mr Shankie. Habit tried to make me slouch down in the chair and stare at the table but I decided a normal person wouldn’t do that. I made myself sit upright and watch my dad and Miss Webster. I figured I could safely ignore Mr Shankie unless he asked me a...
My family were all sitting around in the living room when I walked in. I think they were there to make sure my date got off to a smooth start or something. For Tara the “or something” probably included looking for another chance to tease me. My date was standing in the middle of the room looking all spic and span. As soon as I walked into the room he smiled at me with the biggest, warmest smile you could imagine. And then he held out the cutest bunch of flowers. I took the flowers from him...
The trip back from the police station flew by as Liz and I sat in the back seat and exchanged stories of our interviews. There was a strange car sitting outside our house when we pulled into our drive. Inside the living room, the first thing I saw was Mum on the couch under the painting of Dan and Dad with Tara sitting uncomfortably next to her. I scanned around the room and on the other couch I saw Tara’s friend, Tracey, sitting just as uncomfortably next to an older woman whom I assumed...
Liz licked her lips and squeezed my hand. She looked earnestly at Dad. “The thing that Bec has, is it the same?” She took a big breath. “Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?” Everything inside of me froze. I looked at Dad. He looked at me. And then, slowly, he shook his head. He shook his head! He shook his head? Dad spoke to Liz, he ignored me. I sat there beside Liz like a ... I don’t know ... like a forgotten vase of flowers. “The thing Bec’s mother has is a condition that only...
Rebecca Louise Freeman, age 12 years and 364 days, wearing long flannel pyjamas and a dressing gown, sat on the floor of her living room. Her long brown hair was unbound and hung freely down her back. I live inside her head. Sometimes it seems to me that all I can do is watch helplessly while she lives her life. It’s a bit like I’m a passenger on the runaway train that is Rebecca. Then there are the times when I remember that she is me. I looked out at the room through Rebecca’s eyes. I...
Dad opened the front door for us and made a big show of peering around – looking for the two mystery boys we were supposed to have with us. When he saw no sign of them, he told me to go into the living room and sit down for a talk. It wasn’t really a request and it was clear that the talk he had in mind wasn’t necessarily going to be pleasant. Liz came with me – she didn’t have much choice because I had a firm grip on her hand – and we sat together on the couch. I was a bit unsure about what...
“Dad! Pull over.” “Okay honey, I can pull in up ahead. What is it? Are you going to be sick?” “No, it’s not that. I’m not sure if I can do this.” My brain had been busy keeping me distracted up to this point. Then suddenly it hit home what I was about to do. “What is it about all this that’s worrying you?” “I’m about to go to dinner with people I hardly know. They’re all going to be watching me – noticing everything I do, expecting me to talk. If I do something wrong or make mistakes or...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
English class had well and truly started when I knocked on the door. Interrupting Mrs Stone in mid-rant, I handed her my tardy slip and went to my seat. Liz smiled at me from her place but then we both quickly focused on our lesson. Mrs Stone hardly ever spoke to the class like this and I wondered what was going on. Mrs Stone resumed her rant and at the same time picked a paper off her desk. She was gesturing wildly with her free hand to emphasize whatever point she was trying to make as she...
I shook Tara’s shoulder, committed to the usual long process of waking my sister. I was surprised when her eyes popped open suddenly and she looked up at me – clearly already awake. “Hey, you’re awake!” “Not really, I’m pretending,” she muttered. “Oh, well. It’s time to pretend to get out of bed then.” “I got woken up half an hour ago by a good deal of screaming coming through the wall.” I grinned down at her. “Sorry about that. Liz doesn’t usually scream like that when I get in a tickle...
Back in 1998 wife Sarah and I hadn,t had a real holiday for a few years so Daughter Christina helped arrange one for us staying with friends near Taunton in Somerset. Of course we couldn,t miss the chance to sample the local pub grub and tastey “scrumpy” rough cider. The problem with scrumpy is I love cider, but scrumpy can sneak up on you and you,re drunk before you realise it. On our very first evening of our week,s break we met local veterinarian Roger Cramp, a few years younger than us, but...
Mum arrived at school with her own version of stone face on. Her stone face is a kind of half-smile that fools a lot of people into thinking she’s being nice. They relax and think they’re safe and then she lashes out with vicious swipes and they find themselves spurting metaphorical blood from dozens of wounds – metaphorical wounds that is. Tara and I weren’t fooled. We’d seen that smile enough to recognize it. Mum was angry and the smile was pasted over her face like a mask to hide her anger...
“Miss Freeman?” The voice seemed a long way away, but not loud. It was like someone was talking to me from the other end of a big empty hall. “Rebecca Freeman, can you hear me?” Yes, I could hear her. I didn’t recognize the voice. I didn’t feel like responding. But I could hear her. “Rebecca, it’s time to wake up now.” Wake up? Was I asleep? I sure felt warm and comfortable and cozy and relaxed. As Mum often said, I was as snug as a bug in a rug. Maybe I was asleep. A hand gently...
I don’t know why I waste my time getting mad at Dan. I can never stay mad at him for longer than a few minutes. See it works like this. What’s the first thing you do when you get mad at someone? For me, the first thing I do is make a big long list in my head of all the horrible things that person has ever done to me. Then I add the new thing to the list. Then I compare this huge long list to the pitifully short list of nice things that person has done for me. That way I have proof that I am...
“ ... so she ended up wearing both dresses. Pearl and I figured that together they created a decent layered look – it’s what all fashion-conscious three year olds are wearing these days,” I said. “Well that explains that little mystery,” Mum laughed as she slowed the car to turn a corner. “Oh! Speaking of mysteries – I wanted to thank you for taking all those grotty clothes out of my school bag and putting them in the wash,” I said. “I was all set up with the gas mask and the tongs ready to...
The cook served dessert almost as soon as we returned to the dining room. She served Laura first and then me. I smiled at her when she did that and she winked at me. Then she served the two parents and the other children. Dessert was a slice of home-made apple crumble – fairly similar to the way Mum makes it. There was custard in a little serving boat and whipped cream to go on top. The whipped cream had cinnamon whipped through it which gave it an interesting flavor. Mrs DiMartino handed the...
It was a week before my thirteenth birthday. I guess that makes it about a month after that stuff with the doors. For most of that month, Tara and I had gotten on with each other pretty well. We even went shopping together once to look for school clothes; both of us have been getting taller. Mum even let Tara take her credit card, but she did check up on us later to make sure we didn’t go over the limits she’d set. It was cool shopping with my sister and not having Mum trying to tell us what...
To have your hair stroked, slowly and gently, has to be one of the nicest feelings in the world. My hair was being stroked. And since my hair is long, the hand was stroking from the top of my head, all the way down my spine. Having a big, strong hand run gently down your spine, over and over is also really nice. Hmmm! A big, strong hand. It could only be Dan. It was dark, really dark. If it hadn’t been so dark, I might have been tempted to turn and look. Instead, I sighed and nestled down...
“Are you guys asleep in here?” Tara’s voice broke the silence. I blinked my eyes against the sudden light. Tara was silhouetted in the doorway. She was wearing stretch jeans and a tight-fitting yellow top, so her silhouette exaggerated her feminine curves, all those curves that she had and I didn’t. I swallowed a brief surge of jealousy and took notice of where I was. Dan was sitting on the floor of my room, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out straight in front of him, his eyes...
I was painting. It was sometime after midnight on Saturday morning and I was dressed in my favorite long flannel pyjamas with panties and a vest underneath. It’s amazing how much security you can feel from just having proper underwear on. Oh, and since I was painting, of course I had thrown on a painting shirt over the top. It had been bugging me for days that I hadn’t had time to finish the second painting on my closet doors. Well I’d been lying in my bed, not sleeping, and I figured – why...
Prior: Sarah teaches Bristol Rod got up and guided Sarah to lay down. He straddled her chest a began to rub his cock on her breasts. Sarah moaned as he rubbed his dick head against her nipples. Her nips were as hard and erect as Rod’s cock. Sarah knew exactly what he wanted. She found the baby oil and oiled up her breasts glistening in the warm light of the fire. “Rod fuck these babies, she laughed.” Rod began to slide his cock through Sarah’s very firm curvaceous...
Jen was a bit annoyed with Roger as she sat with her second cup of coffee. At least she told herself she was annoyed. The thing that sort of irked her most was that she felt she should be irked, but when she looked inside she could find no reason to be. She had always been taught that a man should be able to expect fidelity from his wife, and that expectation should be enough to keep a girl on the straight and narrow. His bantering remarks at breakfast had at first confused her, bad enough...
SwingerJen was a bit annoyed with Roger as she sat with her second cup of coffee. At least she told herself she was annoyed. The thing that sort of irked her most was that she felt she should be irked, but when she looked inside she could find no reason to be. She had always been taught that a man should be able to expect fidelity from his wife, and that expectation should be enough to keep a girl on the straight and narrow. His bantering remarks at breakfast had at first confused her, bad enough...
First time, straight This story is about my first love and me. Let me introduce myself, myname was Bec. I was sixteen at the time. I had long brown hair withsmall 32b breasts. Michael was eighteen, a well-built athletic footballplayer with gorgeous blue eyes that I got lost in and jet black short hair.My first time with Michael was so special. We were in love for longtime. So long, that passionate cuddling or kissing filled every momentwe spent together. We had passionate make out sessions that...
There’s a word that starts with “ep.” I remember Dad using it once. I had to ask what it meant. He explained that it meant suddenly understanding some gigantic, important Idea (that’s idea with a capital I). That’s what had happened to me. The word is ‘epiphany’. I had an epiphany! Epiphanies hurt! It felt like this huge explosion in my brain. You should make a mental note to yourself right now never to have an epiphany of your own. I sure don’t...
After dinner, Mum grabbed the new paint Dad had bought her and went back into my room. Dad loaded the dishwasher and then washed the things that wouldn’t go into that while Tara and I dried them and put them away. There wasn’t much to do because nobody had cooked anything. We chatted about various things while we worked, then I brought up how good it was to have Mum sitting at dinner with us instead of being hidden away in my room painting. “Does that mean she’s finished her ‘episode’...
After the game, while the crowd was milling around and saying their farewells to each other, Dan leaned in close to me. “There’s an ice-cream parlor about a block from where we parked the car. We have time to go there for half an hour before I have to get you home. You interested?” I nodded, happily. To be honest I was so psyched up, I couldn’t bear the idea of going home straight away and have the night suddenly come crashing to a finish. Then I had a sudden inspiration. I got up on my...
The problem with having an exciting evening is that when you go to bed afterwards, it can be really hard to get to sleep. On Wednesday night, I went to sleep late, though I’ve no idea what time it was. I’d woken up this morning at about 3:00 AM, and I’d been going flat out all day since then, except for a couple of hours sleep in the nurse’s office in the afternoon. I should be tired. I was tired. My body was ready to go to sleep but my brain wasn’t. Or maybe it was the other way around and...
I kind of half-woke when Dan rolled over. I kept myself back out of his way as he wriggled and turned. I waited until he finally settled, lying on his back. Then I wrapped my arm back around him and moved my head so it was resting on his chest. I snuggled back in close beside him and sighed contentedly. Half asleep, I vaguely thought that I understood why Dan wore so little clothing to bed. He was putting off heat like a furnace. It was like sleeping with a large man-shaped hot-water bottle –...
We stood in a circle, shoulder to shoulder, and clasped the hands of those next to us. Dad calls this a family ritual. He says rituals are important. I suppose they are but some rituals are better than others and this one isn’t my favorite. We don’t do a family circle all the time, just on special occasions. They always remind me of the circles that sports people get into when they want to rev up the team. I always feel cheated at the end when we don’t all put our hands into the middle and...
Inside the police station, the officers quickly split us up so they could talk to Liz and me separately. I sat in a small room with a lady policewoman who was little and probably older than Nana. She asked me all these questions about what happened at the bus stop. It felt weird talking about a man pulling out his penis to this little old lady – even though she was in a police uniform. After a time, she said I had to go and look at a line-up to see if I could identify the man who did it. I...
I woke slowly from a deep, warm, comfortable place. I was feeling so cozy and relaxed that it took me a little while to remember (or should that be, it took me a little while to realize) that I was in Dan’s bed. At some stage while I was sleeping, Dan had obviously slid me off the top of him and rolled onto his side. As a result I was now pressed up against his back. I say pressed because Tara was hugging me fairly tightly from behind and kind of leaning in. Squished between Dan’s broad back...
My mother is evil! I mean, really evil. Don’t get me wrong. I love her and all that, and a lot of the time she’s really nice. But when she gets it into her head to give someone a hard time, you do not want to be that someone. This time it was my brother Dan who was in her sights and she was locked, loaded and ready to fire. I guess until I’m older and have had a few hangovers myself, I won’t really understand how evil Mum was that Sunday morning, but I had a pretty good idea when it was...
ROGER DILDO By Tired Old Man This is an expanded and modified version of my story "Denise's Dildo". This story is about sex, sex, sex and more sex. If such stories offend you, then please read no further. Prologue: As the head of "Advanced Bio-Gen Applied Technologies", Denise Smith was one of the most powerful women in the world. Her company was by far the most technologically advanced of all the biogenetic companies. And it wasn't by luck or sheer brilliance that it was...
“Well, it’s over.” Roger Jones tossed his keys on the table near the door. “She doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore.” Roger slouched his way into the living room, hands in the pockets of his chinos. His roommate sat on the couch wearing a grey sweatshirt and a pair of plaid boxer shorts. “Sheila? Now there’s a shocker,” said Dennis between slurps of breakfast cereal. “Ohhhhh… Roger, honey, I’m sorry,” called Ellen from the kitchen. “What happened, sweetie?” “She was quite...
HumorI paused in the doorway, and struck a seductive pose and smiled then turned and went back into the house. I felt their eyes on my butt as I walked away with an exaggerated wiggle of my hips and smiled to myself.I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair, smiled nervously at myself, and spontaneously removed my panties. I twisted and turned looking at myself in the mirror and just before walking out unbuttoned one more button.I walked out on the deck and Roger and Freddy quit talking. I smiled...
Dave's father, Roger MacDonald, was sitting at his desk on that hot Friday afternoon daydreaming about the coming weekend. With only a half hour left in his workday he was using the time reflecting on his life. His life to date had not been especially unique, but it had not been easy, either. Roger had been born in Edwardton in 1960, the last child in the family. His father was an accountant with his own practice which he operated out of the family's basement. Roger's mother also did...
Roger laughed and said “ you just might what? “ I rolled my eyes and said you know what. Stop playing mister innocent. I sat down on the stairs and said besides all of the lights and cameras and stuff are all downstairs.If I go upstairs…then, I laughed and said no fun time for you and your friends. Roger reached down and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and screamed as he carried me back into the “ soft core production room “ You’re so dead I yelled out as he led me into the room and spun...
Roger pulled me closer to him. I felt his hard cock press against my soft silky butt cheeks. I smiled and reached back and shifted until his cock fit snuggly into my butt crack. Roger whispered into my ear “ I think you liked that just a little bit huh? “ I looked back at him and giggled and said “ yeah just a little bit . “ we both cracked up and I rolled on my side facing him. My eyes searched his. I was looking for anger?, jealousy? Any sign that what we just did had made him unhappy.He...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Captain Peter Strasser stood panning the landscape below through the forward clear-screen panels of the control car. The Navmap reported the area as largely unexplored although he knew it to be the Gulf of Memphis. The ground glistened with salt marsh, tiny islands covered in lush tropical vegetation, and areas of open sea. It teemed with bird life and he noted flocks of Southern Terns skimming the water looking for food. "Two degrees trim forward," announced the helm. "Pump aft, 1...