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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 01
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Chapter 1 - Debi

It happens to the best of us.  The daily groan and grind.  Over
and over, the same old monotonous stuff on an equally same old
monotonous day.  As fate would have it I grew bored with my
stagnant day-to-day life and made a conscious resolve to change
things, at least for a short time.

Out of nowhere, I decided I needed a woman with whom I could be
in complete control (or vice-versa, depending on the mood).  I
had never done any of the dominant or submissive roles before, to
any great extent, but I had spent some time around folks who had.
 So I figured, what the hell, give it a try.

I decided to take a break, and took some of my saved up vacation
time.  What the hell else was I going to use it for, if not for
kicking back?  I made a phone call to my sister up north, and
after exchanging a short greeting, I told her I would love to
come out that way and maybe visit for a spell.  She said sure,
and asked me whom I was bringing along.  Here's how that part of
our conversation went:

Me:  I have no one important enough to bring.  I was hoping,
perhaps, you might be able to set me up with
someone...um...special.  (She knew me well enough and knew,
basically, what I was looking for.)

Sis:  What, specifically, did you have in mind...as if I didn't
already know?

Me:  Your usual.  Attractive blonde.  Blue eyes.  5' 2", or so. 
Ready, willing and able.  I'm looking for only one thing - just
to set the record straight.

Sis:  I understand completely.  Listen this might be your lucky
day.  Hold on a sec.  (I heard some chatting and giggling in the
background, and I could have sworn I heard my sister ask someone
if they wanted to get laid).  I have someone here with me that I
think you should speak with.

Me:  Who is it?

Sis:  Her name is Debi, with an 'i'.  Hold a sec.  (more
giggling)

Debi:  Hi!

Me:  Hi!  When are you going to take me home and rape me?  (I
still can't believe I said that!  I stole the line from the movie
"Urban Cowboy", and I figured what the hell!)

Debi:  (giggling) When are you coming out?

Me:  Tomorrow.

Debi:  (In a very sultry voice) I'll see you then.

Me:  Great!

Sis:  That about do it for ya?  (more giggling)

Me:  Depends!  Is it what I asked for?

Sis:  ...and more, perhaps more than you can handle.  Have I ever
lied to you?

Me:  Nope.  See you tomorrow.

I booked a ticket and flew out the next day.  Sis met me at the
airport and drove me to her place, all the while telling me great
things about Debi.  When we arrived, there were a number of her
friends there, toking on a few joints.  I joined in (peer
pressure...you know the drill).

After about half an hour, I heard some familiar giggling, and
looked up just in time to see an exquisite blue-eyed babe peeking
around the doorframe, and she smiled.  I found out later that she
was sizing me up, but I never gave her a moment to think about
what she saw.

Passing the joint back to the nearest person, I got up, took her
by the hand, and led her out the back door.  Without saying
another word, I pulled her to me and planted a juicy kiss smack
dab on her pretty, tender, red lips.  She surprised me by putting
her arms around my neck, kissing me with a passion I had not felt
in a long time.  Breathlessly, we broke away and she said, "You
don't waste any time, do you?"
 
While still pressing her good-looking body tightly to my own, I
said: "Who's got time to waste?  You didn't exactly pull away
from me you know.  Besides, you look good enough to eat.

"To my everlasting delight, you showed up today, and you look as
though you may need someone to take complete and absolute control
of your life, if only for a little while."

Her reply amazed me, since I had never been so brazen before. 
She smiled and said: "I've never had anyone read my mind like
that."  The look in her eyes said it all.  There was nothing else
to do or say.  Debi was everything I imagined she would be.

She was very good looking.  Attractive enough to make your teeth
ache.  Nicely formed and ready to play, as witnessed by the way
she was pushing her crotch forward, pressing tightly against my
own.  We set up a time to meet, and I listed a few things she was
to do to prepare for me.  And from that moment to this, she let
me take control.

Knowing the local area quite well, I decided on a plan.  Looking
directly into her crystal blue eyes, I told her "Go to the Mall.
Go to Victoria's Secret.  Purchase three sets of underclothes -
bra, panties and garter belt.  Get the sets in three different
colors, light pink, white, and powder blue.  Do you understand
what I want?"  She said "Yes, but I don't really work, so the
money..."

I cut her off by saying; "I didn't ask you if you had money, did
I?"

"No", she said, and looked down away from my gaze, embarrassed. 
I released my hold on her, opened my wallet, and handed her
$200.00.

I said, "Purchase the items, and they had better be the correct
size - I'll personally be checking the fit.  You will wear the
pink items with you under your clothes, out of the store.  Do you
understand what I want?"

"Yes." was her only answer.

"Go do it." I said firmly, and I added "I'll meet you at your
place in exactly 2 hours.  Don't be late."

She smiled, kissed me firmly once again, and left immediately.  I
figured the worst that could have happened is that I would never
see her or the money again.

I asked my sister if I could borrow her extra car for the time I
was here, but she was tossing the keys to me as I spoke the
words.  All she said was "Happy trails!"  I really love my
sister.  What a gal!

Now, Debi didn't know it, but I followed her to the mall.  She
went inside and I followed from a safe distance.  I couldn't
believe it!  She was actually going into Victoria's Secret and
buying the items!  I saw her through the store window as she was
asking the clerk some questions.

She entered the dressing room, apparently to try on the items to
make sure they were her size, and came back out to make the
purchase at the counter.  However, I noticed that she had all 3
sets of underclothes at the counter, and when the clerk rang them
up, they were all placed into the bag, and Debi left the store.

What a surprise she had when she came out and saw me standing
there at the door looking stern.  Before she could utter a word,
I asked her if she had done what I told her to do.  She said she
had and I asked her if she was sure.  She replied that she had.

"Follow me." I said, and led her by the arm into a long hallway
off the main mall floor.  It was currently deserted.  Blocking
the path in front of her so that nobody in the mall could see
her, I turned, looked directly into her eyes, and said "Lift up
your skirt."

She looked at me as though I had slapped her in the face, but
quickly began to smile at me as if I was joking.  My look said it
all, and she replied, "Here?  Right now?"

I assured her that nobody could see her, and warned her never to
question my judgment again.  After sneaking a peek to check if
anyone was around, even after I had told her to trust me (in a
round about way), she grinned and reached down to the hem of her
short skirt.

She pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist, and I could
see that she had on a stunning pair of very pretty black-lace
French-cut panties that fit her V quite snugly.  They were
mouth-watering.

Without looking back up at her face, I said, "Show me what you
have in the bag."  She dropped her skirt back down and opened the
bag.  All three sets of newly purchased underwear were in the
bag.

I pointedly asked her what she was wearing under her clothes. 
She thought about it for a moment, and it hit her.  She had not
followed my instructions.  She forgot to wear the pink undies.

She knew then that she had not done as I had asked, and I told
her to follow me to my car.  She did, silently.  When we got
there, I opened up the back door and told her that she was to be
punished for three reasons.  First, for not doing what I had
asked of her, second, for lying to me, and third, for not
trusting me.

She smiled coyly and asked me what her punishment was going to
be.  I told her she was to receive a spanking in the back seat,
here and now.  For the rest of my life, I will always remember
the look on her face when she heard me say that.

She said, wide-eyed, "You're going to give me a spanking in the
back seat of your car in the middle of the parking lot with
people walking by?"

I replied, "Of course!  Did you actually expect anything less?" 
I never gave her a chance to answer.

I pulled her 5' 2" firm body into the car, bent her over my legs,
and began pulling up her skirt.  She was startled, and asked me
not to undress her in public.

I told her to be silent, pushed her head down with my left arm,
locked her legs together between my own legs, pulled up the back
of her skirt with my right hand and ripped away her black-lace
panties with a single firm yank.  I've always wanted to do that.

What a beautifully stunning sight I beheld in the back seat of my
car.  She had the firmest, shapeliest and prettiest ass I had
ever seen.  I felt her bare ass to let her know that it was
really naked and out in the fresh air, as pretty as any ever had
been, and before I could stop myself, I began to spank her
soundly.

She struggled and tried to scream but I stopped and told her not
to utter a sound until I was done, or I would have to start over
again.  She knew I wasn't joking.  She was told to accept her
punishment without quarrel, or I would simply leave and go back
home.  She apparently had no argument for that, so I continued
spanking her pretty pink bottom.

Before I was through with her devilishly exciting spanking (at
least, to me it was), she had promised never again to lie to me,
and to do everything I asked of her, regardless of the demand.

Thus, after about ten very firm slaps of her pretty ass cheeks,
she agreed to everything, and I ended her first punishment.  I
know for a fact that at least 4 people saw the entire incident,
and two of them were young men.  Did they ever get a good show!

I couldn't believe her ass could look better, but after the
spanking (I'm certain that she had never had one like that
before), her firm cheeks were the prettiest pink, and very warm
to my touch.  After the spanking in the car, I stood her back up,
and told her that she had to go back into the mall.

I told her that she was to go into the same store, pantyless, and
tell the clerk that she, "Didn't do as she was told."

S also had to say "I need to go back into the dressing room, and
put on one of my new sexy outfits for my Master."  Her face
immediately turned beet-red, and she asked me not to have her do
that.

Sternly, I asked her if she wanted another spanking, and she said
"No, please no, but what you ask is embarrassing."

I replied,  "More embarrassing than getting a spanking in
public?"  Then I pointed to the two young men still watching us.
She had not seen them looking until I pointed them out to her.

Her face turned an even darker shade of red (she's a fair-skinned
blonde so you might imagine her appearance), and the two guys
chuckled as I waved them away.  They applauded and left,smiling.

She looked up and a new look came over her face, as if to say,
"All right smarty pants.  Let's see how far we can go with this.
Let's just see who has the nerve to carry out this thing to its
limit!"  She stood up, pulled her skirt back down to hide her
nakedness, walked into the mall, and reentered the store.

I followed her right up to the counter, smiling.  She wasn't
planning on that part.  She hesitated, not knowing how to broach
the subject to the clerk behind the counter.

I looked at her, waiting for her to follow my rules.  To my
surprise, she did exactly as she was told to do, and the clerk
simply smiled and said "Don't worry about it honey, I get that
all the time!"

What a thrill!  I interrupted them and told Debi to go stand by
the dressing rooms and to wait there.  I began flirting with the
clerk while Debi looked on.

After a short but fact-filled conversation, I found out that it
seems that this person sometimes got involved on a personal level
within the fitting rooms, so I got a wicked idea.

I walked over to where Debi was standing, whispered something in
her ear, and I swear she almost collapsed under shaking knees. 
After she composed herself a bit, she glanced back and forth
between the clerk and me, and she again got that "I accept your
challenge" look on her face.

Without hesitation, she walked up to the clerk.  (Now, the clerk
was about 5' 6", long, straight brown hair, breasts as full as
grapefruit, and she was showing a LOT of cleavage and thigh.) 
Debi said, "Mistress, would you be so kind as to help me try on
my new pretty panties?"  Without hesitation, the clerk stated, "I
most certainly will, dear.  How could I refuse someone as lovely
as you?"

Debi blushed a deep red, and I told her to go into the dressing
room and wait for the clerk.  After she was gone, I asked the
clerk a few more questions.  Without letting me finish, she told
me that she was bi-sexual and wanted to know if she could get
'personal' with Debi.  I smiled and said "Feel free to help
yourself, and tell Debi that I said to 'Behave'."

She smiled a beautiful toothy smile and went into the dressing
room after making sure another clerk was watching the counter.  I
swear they were in there for a full 20 minutes before the clerk
returned and told me that Debi was 'ready'.  I knew from the
clerk's smile that she had had a good time.

Debi, on the other hand, came out of the dressing room a minute
or two later; pale as a sheet, but she had a strange smile on her
face and a twinkle in her eye when she looked at me.

We left the mall, got back to her car, and she got in the
driver's seat.  Climbing into the passenger side of her car, and
closing the door, I leaned over to her kissed her sexy lips
firmly.  I distinctly smelled the scent of woman on her face. 
Ignoring the obvious, I smiled and said "Now, let me see what you
look like in your new clothes."

She said "Here?  In the parking lot?"

I said, "Of course!  Nobody will see you if you scoot down a bit.
 Now stop questioning me, take off those ugly clothes, and let me
see what I bought!"

She looked around (wrong move, but I let it go), slid down below
eye level, and removed everything except the new undies she had
purchased at the store.  There she sat in bra, panties and garter
belt only.  Magnificent!  She was braver than I had could have
hoped.

I told her that when we got together that evening I would tell
her how she looked.  Then, without any further discussion, I took
all the clothes she had removed, got out of the car and closed
the door.

She was shocked!  I leaned in the window, told her to drive home
safely, and walked over to my car.  I left her sitting in her car
with that wonderful look on her face.  Then I drove out of the
parking lot and headed off to her place.

I arrived at her address smiling devilishly to myself all the
way.  Parking across the street, I tossed Debi's clothes into the
back seat and waited to see how long it would take her to get
here.  It didn't take long.  Shortly after I arrived, she pulled
into her driveway, all scrunched down in the front seat.

Luckily, her parking spot was close to her front door.  The
neighbors would still have a clear view of her, but they would
have to be looking in her direction at just the right time to
catch a glimpse.

She hadn't seen me drive up or park, so I watched from a
convenient spot.  It appeared that she was pondering her
situation, trying to come up with a solution to her dilemma. 
After a few minutes, she made her break.

She opened the car door, jumped out, and made a mad dash to the
front door of the house.  She made the trip in record time, no
doubt.  It was cute, seeing her in her new underwear, trying to
be invisible.

I waited in the parking lot for about 10 more minutes, then
headed to her front door.  I quietly tried the doorknob and found
that the door was unlocked.  Without waiting or knocking I slowly
opened the door, stuck my head in, and found nobody in the living
room.  I quickly walked in and closed the front door as quietly
as I had opened it.

She wasn't in the living room or anywhere in sight, and she must
not have heard me come in, for when I finally made my way through
the house, all the way to the back, I found her.  She was in her
bedroom, lying on her bed, completely involved in a vigorous
masturbation episode.  Man!  She was absolutely getting it on.

She still had on her new undies, and apparently the erotic
stimulation of her recent experience was too much for her to
handle.  As I watched from the shadows of the hallway and bedroom
door, she seemed insatiable, legs splayed wide apart, hands
stuffed down the front of her panties, her long fingers attacking
her soaking pussy without mercy.

Her eyes were tightly closed with absolute concentration on what
she was doing to herself.  She was breathing heavily, hips
bucking up to meet her finger thrusts coming down with reckless
abandon as her fingers attacked what I would assume was her
throbbing clit.  The way she was frigging her slit, you would
have thought her cunt on fire.

It probably was.

As I stood there silently watching her voracious finger fucking,
my cock grew and hardened inside my pants.  Never had I ever
witnessed an episode of self-gratification such as hers.  It was
absolutely marvelous to watch!

However, my own heat was turned up, and I knew it was my cue to
get involved.  Silently, I backed up into the hallway, stripped
off my clothes, and then peeked in on her again.

She was now using what I came to know as her `Toy Friend'.  It
was an eight-inch, thick-veined, battery operated rubber dildo -
turned up high, and she was pushing it all the way into her cunt
and pulling it out again, over and over, relentlessly.  She was
getting all the satisfaction she could take for herself.

Her talented hands fucked her own pussy for a few minutes more
when she then began to tremble, and a blind man could tell she
was cumming in great pulses of pure ecstasy.  She shuddered and
moaned for a long time and, still breathing heavily, fell over
onto her side shaking silently in her orgasm.

With the dildo still shoved all the way deep inside her pussy
lips, she squeezed her gorgeous thighs together, thus holding her
vibrating rubber cock tightly inside her while she finished
cumming.  This scene stimulated me greatly, and I saw my chance
to pounce when she rolled over away from me, and she started
shaking in yet another orgasm brought on by the vibrations of her
toy.

On the spur of the moment, I grabbed my one good opportunity to
jump in.  And jump, I did.  I leaped into the room and onto the
bed behind and on top of her.  She never saw me coming.

I pushed her over away from me and onto her stomach, and covered
her head and face with part of the blanket on the bed.  She was
so shocked she started to wrestle about, trying to get out of the
situation.  The difference in her size and mine was too much for
her to handle, and she finally succumbed to my strength.  She was
shaking like a leaf.  Scared to death.

I knew that she still had her cunt full of that vibrating dildo,
so I just waited there on top of her for about a minute,
listening to it vibrate inside of her.  Neither she nor I had
uttered a word up to that point.

I beheld her still-pink ass cheeks and she knew she was in
trouble when I began feeling up the rear parts of her body that
were uncovered.  She struggled a bit and started begging me to
let her go, asking who I was.

Using a voice I hoped she wouldn't recognize, I whispered through
the sheet, into her ear "If you're quiet and don't move, it will
all be over before you know it.  If you cry out or make a scene,
the same thing goes...it'll be over before you know it."

She didn't know if she was about to get raped or killed, but the
sound of my ominous voice made her freeze in place.  Her body
shuddered deeply, and I thought I heard her weeping, but I wasn't
sure.

Then it struck me.  I was holding her face down on her bed, with
my raging hard cock lying between the cheeks of her ass, and I
could feel that damned dildo shaking inside of her.  She still
had her dildo on high, stuffed completely up inside her cunt, and
I could feel it vibrating inside her.

I bent over again and whispered in her ear, "It seems to me that
any woman who looks like you, wandering around outside in her
panties and bra, is advertising for a fuck.  Well, I just happen
to have an extra one, and I'm going to give it to you for
safekeeping.  But, it looks like you already have a friend deep
inside your pretty pussy, so I'll just have to contend myself
with fucking your asshole...and I bet it's a real tight one!"

Now I had been holding her down easy, because I was straddling
her upper thighs from the back.  I tightened my legs together so
that she couldn't move, and before I knew it, her adrenaline
pulsed and she started struggling even more.

However, in the process of her struggles, my cock slipped down
deeper into the crack of her ass and started pressing hard on her
secret rear place.  Suddenly, she froze in horror.  We both knew
what was going to happen.  There was no guesswork there.

Once again her struggles renewed, but each time she moved, the
worse it got for her.  I figured that now was as good a time as
any, so I pressed harder and harder against her rear hole, all
the while pressing my weight on top of her so that she couldn't
move away from the invading cock between her cheeks.

I felt the vibrating dildo inside her pussy, and that just made
my cock get harder.  I felt her tension rising up, but no matter
how much she squeezed her cheeks together, her ass muscles just
couldn't hold back the head of my tremendous hard-on.

I felt the head pop quickly into her asshole and she grunted in
surprise and shock of my forced rear entry.  Once the big head of
my cock was safely inside her, I paused and waited for her to
relax.  It took her quite a while to ease her tension, and she
was now sobbing quietly to herself.

I wondered why she didn't scream out for help, but the rest of
this story will explain that.  It didn't matter how long it took
her, there was simply no way to ebb the flow of blood to my cock,
and I was about to get my first piece of ass with Debi.  I was
bound and determined it would not hurt her, physically.  However,
her mental condition was it turmoil, to say the least.

After what seemed like five minutes of waiting, her ass muscles
gave a little and my cock slid in another inch.  We did this
several times over the next twenty minutes or so, and finally I
had my fully erect nine inches embedded deep within her small,
hot, throbbing bunghole.

She struggled and begged me not to do it anymore, and even
offered to pay me money to stop, but I simply kept pushing until
I was forced all the way inside her ass.

My cock was now pressed up against the length of her dildo with
only a thin barrier separating them.  My balls felt the
vibrations and I was now on fire.  It was a very sensuous feeling
to me, but I'm certain Debi wasn't thinking the same thoughts.

After another few moments of waiting to be sure she wasn't
hurting, I began a single long slow stroke out and back into her
tight asshole.  She immediately clenched her ass cheeks together,
but all that did was make my sensations that much greater.  She
had a wonderfully tight little ass, and I can personally assure
you that it was the first time for her.  After a few moments, I
gave her another full out and in stroke.

This time she just seemed to want me to get it over with, for she
just exhaled, fell forward under me, relaxed and allowed me full
access to do what I was going to do, regardless of what her
actions were.

My strokes grew faster and faster, until I was fucking her ass
for all it was worth.  The thrill of the actual 'rape' made the
entire episode great, and although I would never have considered
doing that under any other circumstances, somehow I had the
feeling that this would turn out fine.

I knew that I wouldn't last very long, as tight as she was, but
to my surprise she began to loosen up a bit more and fucking her
got easier.  I lasted longer without her struggling.  But her
relaxation only spurred me on to even greater depths and harder
strokes.

What with the velvety smoothness of her asshole and the torrid
heat inside her ass, coupled with the sensations of that damned
vibrating dildo rubbing up against my cock on each and every
stroke, I soon felt that most wonderful sensation welling up
inside of me.  In no time I began to unload a gallon of cum
between her cheeks!

She must have felt me starting to cum inside her, because I could
have sworn she lifted her ass up against me and I felt an
orgasmic shudder from her.  But, of course, I couldn't be sure.

As soon as my spasms were through, I bent down and whispered in
her ear, "If that was as good for you as it was for me, I'd know
you'd love me to fuck your ass again...and I just might have
another go at it...someday.

"For now though, I'm going to pull my dick out of your ass, get
up, put on my clothes, and leave quietly.  If you try to uncover
yourself, call out for anyone, or tell anyone what happened, you
will pay dearly.  Now, you are not to uncover your face until you
hear the door to your house close, you got that, honey?"

She was shaking again, and through a soft sob, replied with a nod
of her head and a meek "Uh huh." into the pillow.  I slowly
pulled out of her still tight ass, climbed off her, walked
backward to the door of her bedroom and quickly got back into my
clothes.

I opened the front door, left...and didn't close it tight.  This
gave me a chance to get away without being seen, for she would be
waiting for the door to close before she dared to get up.

I walked swiftly to my car, drove to a local corner store, and
called Debi on the phone.  The phone rang several times before
she finally answered it.  I was a little concerned when Debi
didn't answer the phone right away, but after a few rings she
picked up with a subdued "Hello?"

I said, "Hello there...did you get home safely?"

She surprised me by giggling and stating "Yes, I did, and that
was a mean thing to do to me, leaving me there in the parking lot
in my underwear."

"Mean?" I asked.  "Are you telling me it didn't give you a
thrill?"

"Well, of course it did", she said, and added, "I just wasn't
expecting it, is all.  There were a lot of things that happened
to me today that I didn't expect.  You made me do some pretty
kinky things there at the mall."

"Are you ready for a little more...or can't you handle the
pressure?" I asked.

She said, "Well, I guess I can handle pretty much anything, now
that I know where we stand."

"Great!  Have you ever been anyone's sex slave?"

"Well, that depends on what you mean by a sex slave." she
replied.

"A slave does what she or he is told to do, when they are told to
do it, with no questions asked.  I promise not to give too much
pain, as I'm not really into such things, but more spankings are
definitely in order should you disobey me."

"Hmmm, this is sounding better and better all the time."

"OK, I'll be right over.  Ready to start as soon as I getthere?"

"Yes, please.  I could use the company."

"Grand.  Here's what you must do to prepare for me..." I gave her
a list of things to do, and how to get ready for my arrival.  I
didn't give her much time to write down the instructions, as I
figured I would see how good she was at listening.

Before she had a chance to respond to all my wishes, I told her I
would be over in exactly one hour, and hung up the phone.  After
all, I had to take a shower.

After cleaning up and putting on fresh clothes, I headed back
over to Debi's place.  I knocked on the door.   Now I would see
how much information she had remembered, and how she would
perform.

The door opened and there before me, naked as the day she was
born, stood an extremely attractive woman.  This was the very
first chance I had had to see her naked vertical form in a good
light.  Debi was exceptionally well formed.  Please allow me the
satisfaction of describing her in as much detail as I can.

Medium (lower-shoulder-blade) length blonde hair.  Medium-fine to
the touch, not thick and heavy, with but a slight under-curl at
the bottom.  Draped as it was, covering the tops of her
shoulders, it framed a beautiful face and neck.  A slight curl
inward at the tips was the only modification she ever did to
spruce it up.  That was all it needed...no more, no less.

Perfect crystal blue (almost clear) eyes that accentuated both
her lightly tanned face and silky blonde hair.  No other eye
color would have been a more perfect match.  Soft, milky white
skin with only a hint of tan graced her entire 5' 2" slim, pert
body.  Nowhere, as I gazed at her nakedness, could I see a single
mar, scar, or blemish.  No tan lines.  No splotches.  No
blotches.  No moles.  Perfectly curved features.

Nothing to break up the perfection of her taught skin except
several barely (you really had to look close...and I did)
noticeable freckles just on the upper mounds of each of her
breasts, slightly above her nipples.

Curious.  Once I noticed those few freckles, it was as if they
were exactly duplicated, but opposite, on each breast.  To this
day, I wonder at them.  Mirror images of each other.  Amazing.

Those breasts.  She sported breasts that were large for her
petite size, and I soon discovered that they were deliciously
firm and perfectly filled a size 34 C-cup.  Imagine milky white
breasts her size, fixed with perfectly round 1 1/2" dark pink
(not red or brown) aureoles, centered with the most beautiful
1/2" long nipples I had ever seen.  Those nipples were
perpetually hard and pointed out with a very slight upturn. 
There was absolutely zero sag in her breasts.

She was 23 years old and her breasts had not yet begun to sag. 
She later told me that she had always kept them firmly braced in
position, much to my glee.

Her small, flat belly was slightly oval-formed with an "innie"
navel.  She was thin, but on a petite level, not model thin.  I
could just barely make out her rib cage.  Her waist, hips and
thighs were firm, tight, and muscular, as well as her small round
ass (this I had found out by experience).

The rest of her feminine proportions fit her height and weight
with not a trace of fat.  In the entire time I knew her, I never
could locate any fat on her body.  Trust me.  I searched her from
head to foot, stem to stern.  Follicle to cuticle.

She was shipshape and ready to sail, and I had just the mast
picked out to mount in her hull.

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