Ray to Rachel Part 9
Ray to Rachel Part 9
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_A boy's fascination with panties leads him down a path he never intended, aided by an understanding relative. This story was inspired by my online friend Rachel Quinn, who also contributed many of the plot elements. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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A s I entered the house after returning, Aunt Mazzie asked how it was. "It was great!" I said.
"Oh?, Tell me more – did you blow him again?" she asked.
For most people that would have been a very intrusive question, but since we have been so open about sex it seemed like a perfectly natural question, so without hesitation I replied, "Sure did, along with his friends!"
"What?" Aunt Mazzie exclaimed, "How did that come about?"
She looked alarmed, making me concerned. I cautiously answered, "He asked me to suck his friends."
"Rachel dear, that's not the sort of thing a guy should ever ask a girl to do," she explained, "Did he give you a reason why you should do it?"
"He just said that guys shared their girlfriends all the time," I said, beginning to feel that I'd been used, "I just wanted to be a good girlfriend."
"That bastard!" she said, "You didn't know any better and he tricked you into doing something you should never have to do. How do you feel about it?"
"At the time I felt proud that I was doing a good thing," I replied, "But now I'm pissed at him!"
"And well you should be!" she said, "He clearly doesn't deserve you."
Aunt Mazzie put her arms around me. That was comforting. "Rachel dear," she said, "You are so new at this and not yet wise in the ways of the world. I think you should stay away from Mark, and other boys, for a while."
I agreed – what seemed so special had turned into a nightmare!
Just then the doorbell rang. Aunt Mazzie looked out the window and saw it was Mark. "Wait in your room," she said, "I'll take care of this."
I went downstairs, but listened at the bottom of the stairs.
I heard Mark say, "Hi, is Rachel here?"
"Come in," said Aunt Mazzie, and I heard the door slam.
"Okay you little prick!" she yelled, "You got a lot of nerve coming around after what you did!"
"That's just it," Mark said, "I feel terrible about that and wanted to make things right."
"I think the only way to make things right is if I cut your balls off!" said Aunt Mazzie – that made me cringe.
"Please," begged Mark, "What I did was unforgivable – I don't deserve a second chance, but please let me apologize to Rachel."
Aunt Mazzie called me to join them, and I climbed the stairs, and then stood next to my aunt.
"Please forgive me, Rachel," said Mark, "I was so stupid and pushed you into doing degrading things – I really care about you but wasn't thinking."
"I feel so ashamed about what I did because of you," I said, "How can things every be the same between us?"
"I don't want them to be the same," Mark said, "I want them to be better. Right from the start I took advantage of you being new, and was dishonest with you. If you forgive me that will all change, and I will do my very best to be a true gentleman. Please give me another chance."
"Wait in the living room," I said, "I need to talk with my aunt."
I took Aunt Mazzie into the kitchen and asked, "What do you think?"
"I'm not thinking clearly about this," she said, "If I had my way his balls would be gone!"
"He does sound sincere," I said.
"Just like the times he misled you, right?" she replied.
I nodded and said, "He knows my secret, and might not protect it if I don't take him back."
"He had the courage to come back and apologize," Aunt Mazzie said, "That's a point in his favor."
"I want to take him back," I said, "But don't want to give him a chance to do it again."
We talked a few more minutes before joining Mark in the living room.
"I've decided to forgive you, Mark," I said, "But you are on probation until I'm satisfied that you know how to be a gentleman."
"Thank you Rachel," said Mark, "I won't let you down."
"See that you don't" said Aunt Mazzie, "Your balls depend on it!"
I walked Mark to the door. "Your aunt seems like a crazy lady," he whispered.
"She cares about me, that's all," I said, "But you do deserve castration."
Mark winced, and said, "I suppose I do, but I promise to make it up to you."
"I don't know how you will, but we'll see." I replied. Mark drew close and tried to kiss me, but I told him he'll have to wait for that. He left and I closed the door behind him.
Aunt Mazzie and I talked for a couple of hours and I got a crash course in the many ways men trick women. I felt a little disillusioned from all of this. I went from being eager to be with boys to wanting nothing to do with them.
She brought me back to reality by saying, "A lot of men are selfish jerks, but some are diamonds in the rough – you just have to find them – or develop them."
"What do you mean by develop them?" I asked.
"Mark may be a good guy at heart, but needs training," she said, "Almost all men need to be domesticated – that's our job."
I decided that MAYBE Mark would work out, but I was going to have to be careful with him.
Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.
To be continued . . .
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)