Sandy 31 – It’s Not a Pretty Story
Dear Readers,
This chapter is different. While it starts with sex on the beach, the third section to the end delves into sexual assault, though here is no graphic description of sexual assault.
I didn’t want to write this chapter. It wrote itself.
I cried as I wrote, I cried as I edited, I cried as I reread this chapter.
If you want to skip over the part that discusses sexual assault, stop reading when you get to, “It’s not a pretty story.”
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Sandy and TJ were still standing after they had hugged and kissed Cassandra and Oscar and waved goodbye.
Sandy gently kissed TJ and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“It has been a strange day. That is for sure.”
“Strange indeed. I had not expected that Oscar would have fucked your ass or that you would fuck Oscar’s ass. On the other hand, I had hoped that you would fuck my ass and I am glad that you did.
“How do you feel about all of that? Do you want to do it again? Or do more?”
“What is curious to me is that when Oscar fucked my ass, I felt like he was dominating me. When I fucked his ass, I was dominating him. But when I fucked your ass, I felt like we were equal partners – you fucked my cock with your ass as much as I fucked your ass with my cock.”
“How did it feel to dominate Oscar or to be dominated by him?”
“It was ok. I think I can do bi stuff, but I don’t really feel bi.”
Sandy kissed TJ while she rubbed her belly and pelvis against his. “I was surprised at how open you were to new experiences today. I was also happy to see how well you controlled your orgasms today. Do you think you can do it again?”
Sandy started stroking TJ’s cock, which was instantly hard.
“Maybe,” he said.
“Do you like having an audience when you fuck?”
“I think I do. How about you?”
“Oh, definitely,” Sandy replied as she lifted her left foot and wrapped her left leg around the back of TJ’s waist. She reached under her left leg and aimed TJ’s cock toward the opening to her pussy. She rubbed the tip of TJ’s cock in a circle around her vaginal opening a few times, then pushed to force his cock into her pussy.
TJ thrust slowly into Sandy’s pussy as she asked, “Can you see the people down the beach?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think that they know that we are fucking right in front of them?”
“Cassandra and Oscar would know if they turned around. The others, probably not. They are too far away to see us clearly and too wrapped up in what they are doing.”
“That is too bad. We might teach them something.”
Sandy and TJ kissed passionately as they repeatedly crashed their genitalia together. Neither Sandy nor TJ had much experience with standing sex, but both were enjoying it immensely.
Sandy asked, “Do you think you can cum while you are standing?”
“I am pretty sure. I am already close.”
“When you are ready, cum in my pussy.”
TJ started bending his knees and then thrusting upward vigorously into Sandy’s pussy. Sandy met his vigor pound per pound. TJ’s cock hit Sandy’s g-spot with every stroke. Sandy pounded even harder until she was having an orgasm. And she kept pounding after that as if on autopilot, until she ran out of fuel.
Then TJ started to cum. Sandy basked in the first couple of bursts of semen coating the inside of her pussy. Then she pulled off TJ’s cock and knelt so that the rest of his cum splashed across her breasts and belly.
Sandy kissed TJ’s cock and gently sucked the glans. She stood back up and kissed TJ, “Thank you. That was wonderful. I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
TJ stuttered, “Th-that was incredible. I want to lick the cum off your chest and out of your pussy.”
“Not this time TJ. I want to walk past all those people down there with your dried cum all over me. It is my badge of honor.”
They packed their bags and started walking back to the car. TJ held Sandy’s hand as they walked.
None of the people on the beach noticed the dried cum on Sandy as they walked by. ‘Too bad for them,’ Sandy thought.
Sandy and TJ dressed before entering the parking lot. On the way home they chatted about Cassandra and Oscar, about the day, and about life in general.
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When Sandy got home around 2:00 pm her mother was in the kitchen sipping tea. Sandy gave her mom a kiss and said, “I’ll take a shower and be right back.”
When Sandy got back to the kitchen there was a cup of tea waiting for her. “Thanks, Mom.
“How has your day been so far?”
“Great. I slept in. Got up and had coffee and breakfast while catching up with the news. I cleaned the bathrooms and vacuumed and decided that was enough work for the day. Now it is time for tea and relaxing.”
“How about if we sit in the shade out back and chat while we drink our tea?”
“I don’t know. What would the neighbors think?”
“When was the last time you were in the back yard? The hedges have grown enough that the neighbors can’t see in our back yard üzümlü escort anymore.
“I’ll set up some chairs if you bring the tea.”
“It’s a deal.”
Sandy got a couple folding chairs and cushions, so the webbing did not imprint on their backs, butts, and thighs. She had just gotten them set up in the shade of the maple tree when Cheryl walked out with two cups of steaming tea.
As they sat and relaxed, Sandy said, “It feels wonderful to be outside naked. I love the feeling of the breeze all over my body. If I hadn’t already been to the beach, I would also love the warmth of the sun, but I’ve had enough sun for one day.”
“Hmm. . . Are you going to become an advocate for public nudity?”
Sandy chuckled, “That would be a lost cause. Public nudity is a great idea that would never work in our culture. There are too many people that fear their own bodies and sexuality. The odd thing is that the same people that fear and argue against public nudity the are the ones most likely to get caught in sex scandals.”
“Did you go to a nude beach today?”
“Yes. I went with TJ and met Cassandra and Oscar there.”
“Weren’t you supposed to meet Cassandra this morning?”
“Yes. But plans changed and Cassandra and Oscar both met with me this morning. We had breakfast and conversation in the park.”
“Did you swim?”
“Not at the park, but at the beach, yes. Several times. The water was chilly at first, but it felt exquisite after a minute. Then after 10 or 15 minutes I was ready to get out of the water and warm up.”
“And tonight, I get to meet your Amazonian friends, right?”
Sandy chuckled. “Yes. I guess you could call them that, but if I remember correctly, Amazonian warriors cut off a breast so they could use a bow and arrow without their breast getting in the way. Cheyenne and LaTasha still have both breasts, so maybe they are not of the warrior class.”
“Should we dress to welcome them.”
“Not at all. I think they would be pleasantly amazed if we welcomed them nude. After all, they are members of the naked ladies’ society.”
Sandy and Cheryl chatted a bit more before Sandy went upstairs to study while Cheryl continued to sit outdoors and read a book.
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At 4:45 Sandy came back downstairs and went outside. Cheryl was still reading. Sandy said, “It is still nice out. Do you think we can all sit out here, or should we sit inside?”
“Let’s sit outside. We might not be able to do that in a few weeks. I have really enjoyed sitting under the tree, listening to the birds, and watching the clouds float by.”
“I’ll get a couple more chairs and cushions.”
While Sandy set up the chairs and a low table, Cheryl made a pot of tea and a plate of snacks. Cheryl was about to take the tea outside when the doorbell rang. Cheryl looked behind the curtain and saw two extra tall women at the door. She opened the door and said, “Welcome. You must be Cheyenne and LaTasha. My name is Cheryl.”
After they were inside Cheryl continued, “It is a beautiful day today. Sandy is setting up chairs so we can sit outside if that is ok for you.
“Perfect,” said LaTasha. “Should we also undress. It seems that Sandy had learned nudism from you.”
“Dress as you like,” Cheryl replied. “You are our guests so you should be comfortable. And it was Sandy that introduced me to the freedom of nudism, not vice versa.
Cheyenne and LaTasha undressed and laid their clothes over the back of a chair.
Cheryl said, “I’m sorry. I am not sure which one of you is Cheyenne and which is LaTasha.”
Cheyenne said, “I am Cheyenne. In the naked ladies’ society, we usually greet each other with a hug if that is ok with you.” Cheyenne and Cheryl hugged.
LaTasha said, “That means that I am LaTasha,” and she hugged Cheryl.
“So nice to meet both of you,” Cheryl said. “Can you help me take some things outside?”
Cheryl led the way to the kitchen where they collected the tea pot, cups, and snacks on trays and took them out the back door. Sandy was just finishing setting up the chairs and table.
“Hi. I’m glad that you are here,” Sandy said with a smile. She hugged and kissed Cheyenne and LaTasha and they all sat. After a moment, Sandy stood and said, “I’ll be right back.”
Sandy flipped on the outdoor speakers so they would have Cheryl’s playlist for background music.
Keb’ Mo’ sang ‘Let your light shine’ in the background as Cheryl asked, “How did you two become friends?”
“It’s not a pretty story,” LaTasha said, “but I’ll tell you if you want to hear it.”
“Please,” Cheryl asked.
“I have three older brothers,” LaTasha started. As I was growing up, my parents left every night and told my brothers to watch out for me. What I didn’t realize until much later was that my father was pimping out my mother to pay our bills.
“One night when I was thirteen my parents were out ‘working.’ My three brothers came into my room. Two of them held me down and muzzled uzunköprü escort me while the third raped me. They all took turns. Afterward, they said that if I told anyone they would kill me. They raped me every night for the next three years, often more than once.
“I totally lost interest in school. I was going to flunk out the way things were going. One day this chick that I didn’t really know dropped a flyer on my desk and said, ‘You should come.’ It was a flyer for a Tae Kwan Do class.
“I told her that I didn’t have any money. She said, ‘You don’t need money. You need to come to this class.’
“I showed up wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. The sensei called me to the front of the class and said, ‘My students call me ‘Sensei’, which means teacher. What shall I call you?’
“I barely whispered ‘LaTasha.’
“He looked at me, nodded his head and said, ‘Welcome LaTasha. You cannot practice in those clothes. Wait here.’
“He went into a storeroom or office and came back with a gi and a white belt. ‘Here. Put these on.’
“I looked around for a place to change. He told me to go to the back of the class, face away from everyone, and put the gi on over my shorts and t-shirt.”
“When I went back to the front of the room he said, ‘You know how to tie a square knot. Good. Stand next to Cheyenne.’
“That was the first time that I knew Cheyenne’s name. She was the one who gave me the flyer. She was a couple years ahead of me in school.
“After two years of practice I earned a black belt. I was on a mission. My brothers were still raping me every night, but that was going to stop.
“I got a butcher knife from the kitchen and took it to my room. When my brothers came in to rape me that night, I stabbed my oldest brother in the guts and pulled the knife out. I kicked him in the groin, and I told my other brothers that they needed to get him to the hospital before he bled to death.
“While they were at the hospital I bleached that knife, my hands, and everything else I could think of.
“A couple hours later my other two brothers came home. They were pissed off. They were going to teach me a lesson. The first one that walked through the door to my room, boom, a roundhouse kick to the temple. He was down and unconscious. The other brother ran at me. Bam, punch to the throat. He went down. While they were down, I kicked each of them in the groin multiple times. Then I dragged them out the front door to the curb. I called 911 and told them that they needed to send an ambulance right away.
“After an hour a police officer knocked on the door. I didn’t want to answer, but I did. ‘Hello Officer. How can I help you?
“She looked at me and said, ‘My name is Officer Fuentes. May I come in?’
“I opened the door. She asked if would be ok for us to sit and I led her to the kitchen table. The strong smell of bleach was unmistakable.
“I had felt so powerful when I was kicking my brothers’ asses, but with Officer Fuentes I felt completely vulnerable.
“She asked, ‘Would you please tell me your name.’ I did. ‘There are three brothers in the hospital, one with a serious stab wound, one with a concussion, and one with a broken trachea. All three have serious trauma to their testicles. Do you know these brothers?’
“I admitted that they were my brothers. When she asked if I knew why they were beaten the way they were. I told her that they were not only my brothers but my rapists. She nodded her head a few times and then said, ‘Pack your things, whatever you can. I am taking you to a safe place.’
“I put some stuff in a box, and she took me to a shelter, where I met women that helped me heal.
“A week or so later Officer Fuentes came to visit. She was very cordial, asking how I was doing and all that. She told me that my parents had come to the precinct a few days ago looking for their daughter. Officer Fuentes told them that they would never see me again, that they were absentee parents and if they ever approached me, she would arrest them for child endangerment and neglect. The good news was that none of my brothers had died.
“My parents had not even considered that I might have been involved in my brothers’ injuries. That might have been because Officer Fuentes had interviewed each of my brothers and told them that if they wanted to press charges they could, but they would then be tried and convicted of multiple rapes and abetting rape. She estimated that each one of them had raped me more than 1200 times, for which they would go to prison for multiple lifetimes. If they said anything to anybody, they were going to be prison pussy until they died.
“The next week I went back to the Tae Kwan Do class. I apologized to the sensei for being absent for the past couple of weeks. Sensei looked at me and bowed. He said, ‘I have heard that you successfully fought off three vicious attackers. We are all proud of you and welcome you back to class.’
“After class, Cheyenne asked van escort me where I was staying. I told her about the shelter. She offered me a room in her apartment. We have been living together ever since.”
Cheryl, Sandy, and Cheyenne all stood to hug LaTasha. All four women were crying, which totally contradicted the background song by Bob Marley, ‘No woman, no cry.’
After a few minutes, the women separated and went back to their seats. Cheryl had tears streaming down her cheeks, her chest heaved with sobs. She was clearly in distress.
Cheyenne took charge. She went to Cheryl and held her. She didn’t say anything for several minutes until Cheryl’s sobbing had subsided. “Can you tell us what made you so sad?”
“I’m sorry, we should be supporting LaTasha now, not me.”
LaTasha said gently, “I’m sorry it was an ugly story. But I am ok. We want to hear your story.”
Cheryl moaned, “I have lied to my children. I have lied to myself. I am so sorry, but once I told myself the lie, and it sounded so good, I started to believe it myself.”
“Cheryl,” Cheyenne whispered, ‘we have all lied. The lies we tell ourselves can be the most damaging. Do you want to tell us what happened?”
“NO! Hell no. I don’t want anyone to know. But I can’t live with the lies any longer.” Cheryl looked at Sandy and said, “Please forgive me.”
No one said anything for several minutes. Cheyenne and LaTasha hugged Cheryl. Then Cheryl took a deep breath, sighed, and said, “I got pregnant when I was 14. I was raped by Sandy’s father. My great aunt Sandra took me in and watched over me during my pregnancy. She made sure that I got prenatal care. After the baby was born, Aunt Sandra offered to let me stay with her as long as I liked.
My family had other ideas. They came and forcibly removed me from Aunt Sandra’s home. They took me straight to the courthouse where they forced me to marry my rapist.
Not only did my family force me to marry my rapist, they forced me to give the baby up for adoption. I disowned my family, and, except Aunt Sandra, have never seen them again.
At the time, the courts would not convict a man of rape if he has sex with his wife. I was married to my rapist who continued to rape me for the next ten years, until I became pregnant with Sandy. The happiest day of my life was when Sandy was six months old, and he died in a car accident.
“I made up a story that my dead husband had stayed true to me, that he was a wonderful man.”
Cheryl looked at Sandy and said, “Sweetheart, I am so sorry that I couldn’t tell you the truth. I wanted you to have a wonderful loving father that never existed, so I made him up.”
Sandy went to her mother and hugged her. She said, “Mom, you have always been a loving parent. I have never felt the need for anyone else to guide me. I am so sorry that you have borne this burden for so long, and I hope that you can let it go.”.
A phone rang. It was Cheryl’s. “Hello. Oh Tom. I am so sorry I am late. I’ll be right there.”
Sandy said, “Mom, you are in no condition to drive. I will take you. Cheyenne and LaTasha, do you mind if we get together another time. I need take care of my mother.”
Cheyenne and LaTasha left as Sandy helped her mom upstairs to dress for her date. Cheryl had already picked out her clothes, so Sandy let her dress on her own. While Cheryl dressed, Sandy called Tom.
“Hi Tom, Sandy here. I just wanted to alert you that my mother might be an emotional trainwreck tonight. I am going to drive her to your house. We should leave in five minutes.”
“Sandy, do you think there is something special I need to do for you mom?”
“Just be your normal caring self. I think that all you really need to do is to hold her hand and assure her that she is a good person.”
“Did she do something bad?”
“She thinks that she did. But she did what she needed to do to survive. We’ll see you shortly.”
* * * * *
When Sandy got back home it was about 7:00 pm. She undressed, grabbed a comforter, and laid on it in the back yard. Her thoughts swirled and the speakers played ‘La vie en rose,’ Lady Gaga’s version the famous song by Edith Piaf.
Sandy had always had an idealized image of her father as the man that stood by her mother when she became a teen mother. That image was shattered. In retrospect, maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised. The only photos in the house were of her, Cheryl, and Aunt Sandra.
Sandy decided that she needed to be with someone. The only friends that would understand what was going on were Cheyenne and LaTasha, so she called LaTasha.
“Hi, I sorry things fell apart this evening.”
“Oh. Please. Don’t worry. How is Cheryl?”
“She is with her boyfriend. I am pretty sure that she will be ok, but I need to be with people tonight. I hate to ruin your evening, but would it be possible for me to spend some time with you and Cheyenne?”
“Please come over. Do you know how to get here?”
“No, but I know how to use Google maps.”
* * * * *
As soon as Sandy came in the door, LaTasha and Cheyenne welcomed her with hugs and kisses. At first, Sandra had never felt so small in her life. She was engulfed by two Amazonians. Then she realized that they were lifting he up, giving her strength and love.
Cheyenne asked if Sandy wanted to sit and have a cup of tea.
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