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Short Stories in Book:

    A Big Manly Woman
    Monster Cock in Hot Atlanta 1855
    My Husband's Hairy Friend
    The Plumber's Apprentice I: The Magic Act
    The Plumber's Apprentice II: The Magic Act
    Werewolf

This story is fiction. Any accidental use of real names is unintended. Please do not confuse any real person with any of these fictional characters.

A Big Manly Woman
by Charles T. Peters jr.

I am twenty-seven year old Lilly White and I have not so much as ever touched a man's cock. I am not a virgin because I took my own virginity a long time ago. God, I loved that vibrator. I almost cried when it stopped working.

I am a college professor at Peachpit University in the state of Georgia. I like my job okay though to be honest the students sometimes get on my nerves. I'd like to say that I am always there for them but in truth I am not. There are rules I have to follow and the students have to follow. Sometimes I would like to just say, "fuck the rules" but I can't.

I am six foot tall and have never been described as a delicate woman. Maybe men see me as threatening. I am not sure. I have huge breast so I do have that going for me. Also my legs are sexy, even though they are a bit on the muscular side.

This week I am camping with family. It is great in that we have the camp ground almost all to ourselves. Just three other campsite have someone on them. We are close to the beach and the waves on the Atlantic Ocean are beautiful. Some of the waves are as high as six foot as they crash into the beach. Though I am with family I have popped my own tent near their pop-ups. To be honest, though I love them to pieces, like my students, my brothers with their chatty, passive aggressive, wives sometimes get the fuck on my nerves.

There are also my two aunts camping with us in their big, diesel drinking, motor-homes.
"Oh, are you still single," my aunts are constantly asking me. "Not even a boyfriend?" After having the conversation for the third time on this trip I freaked. I accidentally on purpose threw a pie in Aunt Millie's face and dropped a drink in Aunt Sally's lap. I guess now I am not just the old Maid of the family but the eccentric Old Maid. I don't care.

As I am apologizing to my Aunts and swearing it was an accident, "Clumsy me," and helping them clean up I see a young man watching me from the other campsite and laughing. I'd guess he is 21. To use the term of my gay friends, he looks twinkish. He is not wearing a shirt but is wearing cutoff jeans. I give a nervous smile back at him and he quickly looks away. My stare in his direction lingers. He is so fucking cute. He kind of reminds me of that gay porn star Brent Corrigan. Yes. I do watch gay porn with some of my friends. Don't judge.

My brother George walks up. "So Aunts, I see you must have called my sister an Old Maid once too often."

Aunt Sally frowns. "We never called Lilly..." She thinks a second. "Oh dear, maybe we did. Lilly I am so sorry."

Aunt Millie rolls her eyes and taste the pie on her face. "Yeah. I am sorry as well. You know, I didn't marry young in life either. I was doing just like people used to do me. I am sorry."

I give my Aunts a hug. "Love you." Then I stare at the twink dude again watching me. For some reason he is flicking his tongue at me. Maybe I have misjudged his age. He is cute though. I flick my tongue back him. George gives me a hit on the back of my head. I rub my head. "What was that for?"

"Maybe you are single because all you ever do is flirt with gay guys," George tells me.

"What makes you think he is gay?"

He rolls his eyes and gives me a look. I have no idea what that look is supposed to mean. Then my brother Ben walks up and slaps me on the butt. "Bad girl. Bad girl. Stop flirting with the gay guy."

I walk over to the twinkish looking guy just as his parents walk out of their camper. They look at me and then they look at their son. "Harold, dinner will not be ready for some time."

"Harold," I repeat his name without much thinking I am saying his name out loud. The name Harold totally does not fit this doll baby. "My name is Lilly."

Harold smiles at me. "I am twenty-one if you are wondering."

His dad lights some coals in the grill. "Harold, you are eighteen. Stop telling lies."

"So Lilly, you want to go walk on the beach."

"Sure."

We start walking down the beach. He takes my hand as we are walking. "You know, I heard your brothers." I see there is a troubled look on his face. He looks as though he might be wanting to say something but he doesn't.

"They can be assholes. They just like to rag me because I seem to get along better with gay guys than straight guys." As I am talking I look at him. I can see a troubled look in his eyes. "Course, you know, a girl can never have too many gay friends."

Harold grins. He kisses me on the cheek. "The thing about meeting people on trips like this is that you never get to know them long enough to advance to the next level."

We reach a secluded area of the beach though there are a couple horsing around. The woman is blonde and petite. She is the kind of woman I generally hate at first sight. I am so jealous. The guy is muscular. I can totally imagine him picking me up, even as large as I am, and pressing me against a wall as he shoves his hard cock in my pussy. I look at twinky Harold next to me as the image of the large dude fucking me fades from my mind.

The couple eye us and then they run off into the woods above the beach. I tell Harold, "I bet they are going into the woods to have sex." I have sex on my brain.

He blushes red. "Do you want to see if we can spy on them?"

"You must have read my mind." We go into the woods. A path is fairly worn from people walking into the woods at the same spot.

"In the men's restroom at the campground there is writing on the wall stalls. It does mention this path as a sex spot. It also mentions some kind of pile of rocks."

We keep walking until we come to the pile of rocks. We don't see anyone. We start walking around the pile of rocks and then we see the couple we had followed. They are naked and so fucking sexy. The woman is down on her knees and slobbering on the muscular dude's cock. It is like we are watching a living porn. The woman gives me a devilish grin but barely slows slurping on the guys large, veiny cock. I wanted to walk over and touch his cock but I guessed that might would piss the woman off. I turn to watch Harold watching. I can't really tell if his stare is more on the woman or the guy. Then Harold looks at me as I look at him and we sort of chuckle. Harold and I walk away to give the couple privacy.

Harold and I come to a second pile of rocks. Harold tells me, "Seeing that couple has given me such a huge boner." Then he looks at me with an enamored, goofy twinkle in his eye. "Or maybe it is being with you that has inflamed me."

"Inflamed. You smooth talking dude, making me sound like a match with lighter fluid." I kiss Harold on the mouth and I rub my hand on his crotch. "Them or me, it doesn't matter, I want to feel your cock in my pussy."

"Are you serious?" A visible shiver runs through his body. He closes his eyes and licks his lips. He rubs his bare stomach and touches his breast.

I undo Harold's cutoff blue jeans and slip them down to his ankles. I drop to my knees. I run my tongue up and down his shaft. He moans. I stand and again kiss his lips. I move his hands to my breast. He moans again. He undoes my swimsuit top. He kisses my breast. His tongue touches my nipple. A quiver runs through my body. I slip my swimsuit bottom off. He drops to his knees. I hadn't expected him to give me oral but I was so glad to feel his wet tongue working my pussy. "Oh god, yeah, yeah." Then I consider I might be making too much noise and so I become silent. He stands up and we rub our bodies together without penetration. The rubbing of our bodies together is more sensual than I could have ever imagined. I look in his eyes and he looks in my eyes and suddenly I feel frightened. I have a desire to want to hold him to my breast forever and never let him go; but I realize I don't even know who he is. This scares me. Then I think. "Fuck. I am 27 and he is 18. There is a nine year difference in our ages."

Harold sees the fear in my eyes. He ask, "What is wrong?"

"This feels too good. It feels too wonderful. I know it can't last and now I am afraid of letting go."

"Why can't it last? We don't live on different planets. This isn't the horse and buggy age." There is something of a knowing grin on his face that puzzles me. "I doubt we live so far apart," he suggest. "So where do you live," he ask?

"Abscoss Street off the Commons in Atlanta? Where do you live?"

"Peach and Bismark off the Commons in Atlanta."

"We live about a block from one another." I laugh. It is a nervous laugh. "And I was so looking to travel." I doubt he is as shocked at how close we live as I am. I wonder if he knows me from somewhere. I have a bad feeling.

"I go to Peachpit University. I am planning on being a teacher."

"I am a teacher. I teach at Peachpit University. Have you seen me before? Did you know that I am a teacher at the college?"

"No. No." That is what Harold says but his words have the tone of a nervous lie.

"You bagged yourself a teacher. Is that what this is? Of course you must have seen me around. I am this big hulk of a woman. It is not like I am a shrinking violet that no one notices. People notice me." I can't help but feel angry. Then I wonder if I am wrong. I wonder if I am over reacting.

"Well, I am just starting. I haven't met or seen hardly any of the professors or teachers."

Do I believe him? "Just a coincidence."

He puts his cutoff blue jeans back on as I put my swimsuit back on. I give Harold a rather sad, puppy dog look. I am feeling confused. I still want to have sex with Harold.

"I am still so horny," he tells me. "I will get some condoms. Can we meet tonight?"

I want to scream no but I say, "Yes." I do want to feel his cock inside of me. "Still, the sex will have to stop, end, with tonight."

"I will still hope that tonight will be the beginning of a long and lasting affair." His words don't exactly ring true. He takes my hand and we start to walk. He leads me back in the direction of where we had seen the couple. We walk around the rock pile. Now instead of the man and woman there are two dudes having sex at the rocks. One man is bent over a bolder while another man is pounding his ass. They see us watching but don't stop. The man getting his ass fucked ask Harold if he can see his cock.

"No," Harold tells the man.

"Come on. You are watching us," the man pounding his friend's ass tells Harold.

Harold looks at me. With a laugh I tell Harold, "Show them your cock."

Harold unzips his pants and shows them his still erect cock. The man getting his ass fucked tells Harold, "I want to suck that huge cock of yours."

"Man! I with am with woman with whom I plan to have sex with tonight. Sorry." Harold puts his cock away and zips his pants. We walk the path back toward the beach.

Harold tells me, "You should know I was tempted to let him suck my cock. Do you still want to have sex tonight?"

"I do." My fucking God I can't believe I just sounded like I am marrying him. "I mean. Hell, yeah."

Harold laughs and kisses me on the side of my face. "It will be great."

As we exit the woods and walk on to the beach we see Harold's father standing and looking out toward the ocean. We walk up beside him.

"Oh. There you two are. Your mom will have dinner ready shortly." Harold's father stares blankly at me. "My name is Joseph." He taps Harold on the shoulder. "Your mom has something she wants you do so hurry on. Your friend and I will be up shortly."

I take a gulp of air as Harold rushes up the beach leaving me standing there with his father. "I thought you two were just strangers meeting and would be passing friends at most. Your brother George told me that you teach where my son is going to college."

"We just realized that. It was a shocker. It is truly a small world." I hate the nervous sound in my voice.

"I am not a religious man and I know people usually have more than one lover during their life. I certainly had my share of sex before I met Harold's mom Beatrice."

"I am not sure what you are trying to say."

"Neither am I. What I had on my mind is sounding rather foolish as I try to vocalize it. I guess the main thing is that you are a good bit older than Harold." Then Joseph shakes his head and clears his throat. "No that isn't the main thing. Do you think things will get serious between yourself and my son?"

I remember our naked embrace and how great it felt. I also know that as a teacher there is no way I can allow things to become serious. "No."

"Your hesitation tells me something else. Look. Harold's friend blew his brains out right in front of Harold. Harold had a nervous break down. He went a month without even talking. Then he suddenly snapped out of it but I fear he is still fragile."

What does someone say to something like that? My words sound weird, even to me, as I say them. "Thank you for telling me. I didn't realize."

I walk with Joseph back to the campground. Beatrice has set things up for our families to eat together. Beatrice seems to be a nice enough woman. I might have thought some of her behavior toward her son odd if I had not been told that he'd had a nervous breakdown.

Harold and I meet on the beach at the entrance to the woods near midnight. As a 27 year old woman I am about to have sex with 18 year old who I have learned is emotionally fragile, vulnerable. Does this make me an awful person? I wonder. "Look. I tell him. This does not feel right." Still, holding our flashlights we walk into the woods. We walk to a pile of rocks and Harold spreads out a large, yellow, fluffy blanket where there is some privacy behind large boulders. He places a bag, that he is holding, down on the ground and we both place the flashlights down. We take our clothes off and then I lay down on the soft, cozy blanket. He lays down on top of me and we begin to neck. I feel his cock growing harder and he reaches to pull a condom and some lube from the bag. He slips the condom on and massages some lube on my pussy. He then tosses the lube aside as we again begin to kiss. I feel his cock pressing against my pussy. He eases his cock into my pussy and we begin to make love missionary style. I take one of the flashlights and shine it on his face. I look into his blue eyes as he thrust his cock in and out of me.

Harold whispers, "This feels so good. I want to scream filthy things."

I softly giggle and touch the smile on his lips. It is not filthy things I want to scream. I have no idea why. It can't be true, but I want to tell him that I love him. I drop the flashlight and wrap my arms around his neck and he drops to cuddle in my arms for a moment and to suck at my breast. It is a feeling of completeness I don't think I will ever forget. Then as he pushes himself back up, my arms drop away from his neck. I reach to pat his buttocks.

"That is a cool feeling." He licks beneath my chin. "I am fixing to cum." He moans. He groans. He grimaces. He rolls off of me and sounding breathless he whispers in a raspy voice, "That was good." He pulls his condom off and tosses it aside.

I roll on my side and lay my hand on his manly breast. "I enjoyed it."

"I wasn't sure you would meet me here tonight. Dad told me that he told you that I had a nervous breakdown. I started not to come. Knowing that you know that, I felt so broken."

"But you did come. I am glad."

"I don't want to feel broken. I don't want to act all weird, fragile, stupid. I want to get past that insanity."

"I'd say you are doing well. Does it hurt to think about what caused your breakdown, to talk about it."

"My friend's suicide. He'd flunked out of school. I was trying to tell him that it did not matter but of course his parents were telling him otherwise. I guess they didn't realize how hard they were being on him."

I lean and kiss Harold on the lips.

"We were in bed together. We were making love. We were having sex. Dirty sex. I had just shot a load of cum on his face and the next thing I know he has a gun and is holding it in his mouth. Then bang."

"Fuck."

Harold turns and looks at me and holds a flashlight to my face. "I thought he was tough." There is then silence between us for a moment. "I guess the last thing a woman wants to hear after having sex is how her lover has been with a man. Your brothers weren't wrong when they called me gay but I am attracted to you.
Maybe I am attracted to you because you are a masculine woman. You are a big, manly woman." He drops the flashlight away from my face.

"You think." I lay my head on his shoulder. "Maybe I am attracted to you because you aren't a masculine man."

"Rather punkish. A Peter Pan. A lost boy. That is how Joe Sashlo described me. I thought he loved me but what he did was not an act of love. How could I have been so wrong about someone?" Then he abruptly changes the subject. "You ready to go again. This time I want you to be the one on top."

"Hell yeah." I suck on his cock until it is good and hard. I then pull another condom from the bag and put it on him. I then shove his cock in my pussy and start riding him. I get my large breast bouncing good. He again shines his flashlight on me.

"You have such great breast." He cups my breast in his hands. "I fucking love your breast." He jumps to kiss my breast and then his arms fall to his side as I continue riding him.

When we are finished we jump up from the blanket and with the flashlights we run down on to the beach and in to the ocean. Naked we start jumping in the waves. It was great feeling as the waves hit against our naked bodies. We are laughing and having a good time. Then suddenly, something changes when I mention how great it is to be on a vacation away from my students.

"Harold takes hold of my hair. He bites at my earlobe. "Joe and I did see you at the college when I was walking the campus with him. He was going to Peachpit University when he flunked out. It was you who pushed him over the edge."

My heart sank as he shoved his fingers in to my pussy. "That hurts."

"I couldn't believe it when I saw you. You were his teacher who wouldn't let him retest."

"I follow policy. To do otherwise would be unfair to the other students."

Harold screams, "He fucking killed himself because of you and you didn't even know it. You didn't even remember his name."

"For you this was just a game. You were planning revenge this entire time."

"Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know. Do I still love Joe? Do I hate him for blowing his brains out in my bed? You being at the fucking campground was just too damn weird. And I find myself sexually attracted to you. Shit. Fuck."

Harold shoves me under water but I quickly throw him off of me. I run out of the ocean and Harold chases after me. I scream at him, "I don't want to hurt you but I will not let you hurt me."

Harold falls down in the sand. He bangs his fist on to the ground. "Why couldn't you have remembered his name? Just told me that you knew his name. Told me that you cried when you heard that he had died. But nothing. Nothing!"

"No one told me. I don't know why I didn't remember his name when you said it. But yeah, I remember him wanting to take a retest. I remember Joe." I walk and fall down in front of Harold. "I've always been awful with name pronunciations." I pull Harold into my arms. I cry with Harold. "I didn't know."

Harold and I remained lovers for the remainder of the vacation. Then we went back to our lives. We would glance at one another in passing at college but we never spoke. Back home, I did go to the grave of Joe Sashlo and saw no one was putting flowers on his grave. I guess it is a meaningless ritual but I now put flowers on his grave three or four times a year. When a kid now ask me to retest I don't care what the rules are, I let them. Even if they are B student trying to get an A, I let them.

As a teacher I guess I feel something like a boss to these students. That is not really a good feeling. It is a much worse feeling to feel as though for one student I had been a monster who pushed them over the edge. It wasn't just that I had not allowed Joe to retest but when thinking back, I remembered how I had been mean to him. I can't change that but I now look at my students differently.

Chuck's Erotic Stories: Monsters And Other Scary Lovers

Link to Purchase ebook from Amazon for the Kindle


Short Stories in Book:

    A Big Manly Woman
    Monster Cock in Hot Atlanta 1855
    My Husband's Hairy Friend
    The Plumber's Apprentice I: The Magic Act
    The Plumber's Apprentice II: The Magic Act
    Werewolf