She was a strikingly attractive woman and I had heard a lot of things about her. For one, she was again newly divorced; she had no children and was probably about my age, in her mid 30’s or early 40’s. It was difficult to find out information because Patience never talked much about herself.
She was tall, had dark beautiful skin, high cheek bones and strange enough, light blue eyes but with long black hair which she kept in two braids, and aside from the blue eyes she looked very much like the Nauset Native American that she was.
I knew from what other people had told me, she was from that old Indian bloodline and even named after her great, great, great grandmother. (Maybe there was even another great there, I wasn’t sure).
Anyway, the story that I was told about her great, great, great grandmother was she was as crazy as a loon. Supposedly, she had killed her first three children and was then sold into servitude. She tried to burn down her new masters’ house, and then she was sold to another family and had killed their son by throwing him down a well. She confessed to this murder and was hung for it. I thought this was probably all made up shit from how our early white settlers had treated the Native Americans.
On a side note; the Patience I got to know wasn’t murderously crazy, well, maybe a little off, as this story will show, but as you read on you can see she did have her moments.
After this ordeal, I’ve looked up her name sake in several books to see if all the gossip was true, but couldn’t find much information on her.
We met at a small tavern outside of Havenshire Town, Main near York. I was living one town over so I didn’t see her much. She was serving bar and kept me company in between pouring drinks. She had a great knack for talking people up, it didn’t hurt that she was very attractive with a nice figure. I had gone in for a quick beer but because of her I stayed all night.
I was so smitten with her that the next day I drove back to Havenshire and started asking around about her. I was curious and wanted to know what made her tic. And of course, even though I’m not a barfly by any means, I found myself sitting in front of her later that day watching her closely and fantasizing about what it would take to get her to come home with me.
Not knowing that she had plans for me that night as well.
Like I said I don’t go to bars much and that night I had spent my time sipping a couple of beers for the time that I was there. I was stone cold sober when she called “last call” at one o’clock.
The bar was pretty busy that night and I didn’t get to talk to her as much as I would have liked, but when we did, it had a very flirtatious tone to it. She even told me how much she liked my hair, saying that you don’t see very many men with long platinum blond hair, laughingly asking me if I was a surfer. She said I should braid it, Indian style then pulled on a tuff of my hair as she smiled. I mentioned that we had the same color eyes. Knowing she was of Native American decent, I asked her about this. She seemed to get a little nervous about the question and slipped away making an excuse about being really busy at that moment.
Finally, when things calmed down, she said she would buy me a drink and have one herself. She poured us two very dark ales. She said this brew was made at a local brewery and was her favorite beer. Even though it was the end of the night, I felt obligated to drink the stout beer which she pushed in front of me.
I had only got about half way through with the beer when I started to feel like I was getting kind of tipsy.
At her urging and telling me the bar would be closing soon she kept telling me to hurry up and drink my ale. Not being one to upset such a beautiful girl I did as requested. But the more I drank, the more I couldn’t keep my eyes straight. I was truly getting fucked up. I told myself that in the worst case scenario; I could sleep it off in my car and drive home in the morning.
She gulped the dark ale down in front of me and said, “Come on Blondie, you still have almost half a glass left and I have to lock up in ten minutes.”
I quickly drank the last of my beer and the last I remember in the bar was telling her how beautiful I thought she was.
***
Later, I woke up incredibly thirsty and needing water. I looked around the room and didn’t know where I was.
From the doorway, I heard Patience say, “Oh, good you’re awake… finally we can have some fun.”
I realized quickly that my hands were bound over my head and my ankles were bound to the ends of the bedposts in the bed that I was lying in. The weirdest thing though was I was naked.
“Hey, Hey! What the fuck is going on here? Why am I tied up?” my voice shaking. “And why am I naked.”
“I helped you out to my car and thought you would be safer here, at my place. I also thought I would make you comfy, so I took off your clothes.” She said this like it’s something she did every day.
I struggled against the straps, “You put something in my beer, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Of course,” She smirked still standing at the door way. “How could I not treat my cousin to a truly wonderful time if I couldn’t get him into my home?”
“Your what?” I said.
“You may not realize this but we’re blood related. Your great, great, great grandfather owned my great, great, great grandmother. And as usual her master had her way with her. She was a poor Indian slave girl and did your families bidding. So I supposed it’s time for you to do mine.”
“What… what are you talking about? Take these straps off o’ me! You gotta let me go!”
“Ha! Let me tell you something funny, I’ve done a lot of research and have been watching you for a long time and then strange enough, bam! There you are, last night sitting in front of me, trying to pick me up in my own bar. It was almost like you seemed to be drawn to me, even though you seemed straight.”
“What are you talking about and why you got me strung up like this?” I repeated. “What makes you think I’m not straight?”
“We’ll, almost everyone knows I’m trans. and I thought we could have some fun tonight. I tied you up ‘cause I know sometimes men have second thoughts when they see a lady wand and I didn’t know how you’d react when I told you we were related. But if you relax, you could really enjoy this, really… I swear!”
With that she came a little bit closer to me and pulled off her bra and blouse. Her body was gorgeous and her tits were magnificent! Then she kicked off her pants and panties and out sprung a very big cock. My eyes lit up when I saw it. This was much bigger than anything I’d ever seen in my gym’s locker room and definitely bigger than mine.
Quickly, she got on the bed and mounted me with each leg straddling me, inching up closer and closer until her dick was in my face, she pushed her cock up to my lips and said smugly, “Suck it Bitch! You know you want to.”
She kept slapping her cock on my face, mouth and chin.
“Stop it! Get that thing away from me!”
She then pushed her cock toward my mouth and I turned my face away. So she slapped my face hard, so hard, I saw stars; she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face off the pillow even closer to the tip of her cock. I had no recourse but to open my mouth. She pushed her slightly swollen dick into my gob and said, “How’s it feel to suck Indian cock? Retribution is going to be fun! Watch the teeth there Blondie. Remember who owns you now?”
Her cock was uncut and at this angle looked even bigger, it smelt of musk, piss and perfume, a very intoxicating combination.
She kept pushing her dark uncut cock meat into my mouth; I opened my mouth and then gagged on it when she pushed too deep. Getting used to the hot fleshy cock being pushed into my gullet she laughed as I started making gagging noises at the back of my throat. Her hips thrusting back and forth, face fucking me while she had a handful of my hair riding my face like some deranged cowgirl. Her hand was holding the base of her dick so it wasn’t going in my mouth too deep at first.
Her girl-cock was getting fully erect now and she was trying to push more of it down my throat. I could see now that she was guiding it into my gob with just her index finger and thumb.
My eyes were tearing up pretty bad and I think snot was even coming out my nose. At one point her prick slipped out of my mouth and flicked up and hit me in the nose and eye. She slapped me on the side of the face with the her cock and stuck it back in my mouth, pushing it deep down my throat so far that it cut off my airway making it difficult to breathe.
“Mmmm, there you go baby. You suck cock like a pro. I’m absolutely sure you’ve done this before. Everyone I asked said they thought you were a faggot. Mmm Hmm, yeah like that! Now take more of it. Just open up your throat, I think you can take the whole thing. See you’re not much different than me, who knows, maybe the queer gene goes through both our bloodlines.”
She pulled back on her cock and again it sprang out of my throat. Spit slobbered down my chin. I coughed a bit when she reached under her shlong grabbing her nut sack and told me to lick her. I did as I was told tasting the musk and sweat of her balls after her long shift.
“See I knew you would like to suck me. You even eat balls like a girl in heat! You little fuck slut.”
Just as quickly as she got on me, she pushed off, got down off the bed and started pacing around the bed.
“Oh my god!” I coughed, “Why the fuck are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?” I asked thrashing and pulling against the straps.
“Aw come on baby! I just want to have a little fun with ya. I was thinking about cumming down your throat just now, but I want to give you some pleasure too so you’ll want to come back and visit me again.
“Yeah fat chance,” I said angrily.
“Oh, don’t be like that. See, last night there were these friends of mine; two big red-necks that helped pour you into my car, so I’m sure everybody in town knows where you are. The bad news is, most everyone in town will know I had my way with you too. They have no idea we’re related!” She confessed.
“You know small towns like this one, everybody talks. See, most men won’t have anything to do with me. Guess they’re afraid of my hungry girl meat.” She said as she grabbed hold of her engorged, swollen saber. “The ones that do come over have nothing but great things to say about my, er… hospitality.”
She knew she had the upper hand and no one would believe I didn’t come to her house of my own free will. Or my drunken will.
“OK enough talk! I’m going to lift your legs to these other hooks hanging from the ceiling. It may be a bit uncomfortable for a bit ‘cause I have to do one leg at a time.”
“What… what for? What is this all about? When are you going to let me go?” I said.
“All in due time baby, all in due time,” She said.
I was thinking maybe I should resist and kick her when she undid my first ankle, but something in her eyes stopped me from fighting back. Maybe ‘cause her eyes looked so much like mine. If she had a light complexion and was blonde, we could be brother and sister.
It didn’t matter, because she quickly had both my ankles hooked into the eyelets in the ceiling. She showed me she could raise and lower my legs as high as she wanted, which also spread my legs out really wide. This gave her complete access to my balls, cock and ass.
She tied off the ropes where my ass was completely off the bed and then grabbed a tube of some kind of lube from the nightstand.
“Now the more you flail around and the harder you make this, the more it’ll be painful for you.” She said as she got back on the bed between my legs. “If you fuck with me, I can go hard and fast. But if you’re good, I’ll go real slow and you can get use to my size and you’re gonna have the best time you’ve ever had with a woman! Well… I can tell you’re enjoying this already; your cock is standing up straight. Not to worry, I’ll take care of that in due time.”
She put some kind of lube on her hand and pushed two fingers into me. I yelped out a bit and she applied more lube to my ass.
“Just relax, it’ll be better if you just relax.”
“Wait, wait, wait, why are you doing this?” I said as I started to swing back and forth a bit out of desperation.
“Well, a couple reasons, as I’ve told you, retribution for my Grandmother and two, ‘cause you have a gorgeous ass. But mostly because… Well, heh heh heh… it’s fun.” She said smiling at me with that beautiful Indian face, as she pushed her fingers further into my ass.
She put even more lube on her fingers and resumed pushing them into my hole. The further she pushed into me the the better it felt, I even started to moan, I couldn’t help myself
“OK, so much for the warm up,” She said under her breath.
She got up on the bed between my legs, grabbed my hip with one hand and held me still, with the other she pulled back her foreskin and aimed her large cockhead at my pink hole.
“Oh, Holy shit!” I yelped as she pushed into me. But she was true to her word and pulled back slowly before moving slowly back into my ass using small strokes. I could feel her trying to push into me deeper and deeper with each thrust, my guts being forced aside to allow the entrance of her big prick.
“Oh my god! I don’t know if I can take this,” I cried out
“Hold on there, Blondie, I’m going to need more lube. Man, maybe everyone was wrong about you being a slutty ass faggot… ‘cause your hole is super tight.”
“Patience, please stop. It’s not my fault that my early relatives screwed over your great great grand mother or whatever…”
“Oh, hold on there, Bitch, like I said this isn’t about just that. I have needs too you know. And my need right now is to impregnate you with my babies. But don’t worry. The last guy I fucked, got off on it so much he came without me even touching him. And he said it was the best orgasm he’d ever had. So don’t think you’re the first guy who’s been tied up on my bed.”
With that she pushed her hard cock back up into my hole. I will admit when she had pulled out I did sort of miss the fullness that I felt. But she was only in me about 3 inches.
I groaned a bit more because the harder she pushed the sharper the pain started to get. It was like there was one small part of me that wouldn’t let her in all the way. So, she grabbed my hips and held them while she made small thrusting movements, and low gravely grunts. Finally, my inner ass muscle opened up and she pushed pretty deep inside of me.
I could feel my inner ass opening up to accommodate her fat swollen cock. I breathed out a moaned “Ahhh” as she entered me deep then withdrew a small amount and plunged back into my hole even further. The harder she pushed and deeper she got the more I felt filled up and, yes, it was starting to get pleasurable. This was something I’ve never felt before. I pulled my head up and tried to kiss her, she realized what I wanted so she leaned down and pecked on my mouth sort of testing the waters, as if I might bite her, then leaned in and forced her tongue into my mouth.
Leaning back she said, “Oh! I like how you kiss cuz. You’re just like I thought you would be, a blonde slut in heat.”
“Oh fuck that feels so good! Please go slow though”, I replied. She leaned in even closer to me and then again stuck her tongue deep in into my mouth as she thrust back and forth harder up into my ass. The feeling kept getting more intense, I was ecstatic. I have never felt anything that felt this good before. It was a feeling of fullness and pleasure coming from deep inside my body.
“Yeah, give me that hole you bitch, you fucking cunt. I don’t want you cuming till I push my babies up into you. Hear me? You better not cum!”
At this point she was really pounding my ass hard and that was all I could think of. I didn’t know if my dick was hard or soft, but I looked at my toes and feet and they were curled in with unbridled pleasure.
The bed was creaking really loud and we were both grunting like wild animals making slapping noises as our bodies met each other.
“Oh, Fuck yeah, I’m almost there!” She squelched.
It was pretty hot in her room and her sweat started dripping onto my face as she kept up the small stabbing movements inside me. I could see she was concentrating on getting off. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it, her tits bouncing with each thrust she made, her thrusting getting quicker.
“Fuck Oh, God damn it your hole is so tight and nasty, God Damn, You blonde slut!”
I pushed my head back into the pillow and arched my back as she tried to push even further up into my hole with her clumsy hand jerking me off.
“Damn it you whore. Take my babies. You blonde faggot cunt! Yes, yes, cuming. I’m cuming!”
She paused for a second pushing deep inside me, and then I could feel her hot load fill my ass up. I’ve never felt anything like it. Squirt after squirt filled deep into my hole. It was the frosting on the cake. She kept pushing into my ass in short little jabs emptying her nuts inside me and then went back to really pulling on my cock, this sent me over the edge and I ejaculated all the way up to my own mouth, chin and neck.
We both slowed down into small humping movements and then eventually stopped.
“Oh God! Oh God. That was good Blondie,” She said as she leaned over me and licked up my cum from my chin.
She then stuck her tongue back into my mouth, kissing me. And again licked up the cum off of my neck and chest and kissed me pushing more of my gooey white sauce with her tongue into my mouth, feeding me my own seed.
Afterwards she pulled the straps off of me, my ankles and wrists ached. I felt groggy as I sat up from her bed. She sat next to me and when we both caught our breath, she told me the whole story.
“See your family basically owned my great, great, great grandmother and when their dumbass son fell down a well they blamed my great great, great grandmamma and of course she was hung her for it. People even say she confessed to it and confessed to killing all her own kids yet one of them survived, otherwise how would I even be here? Or how would you be here?”
Then she said kind of low, “I was told she confessed to the boy in the well and to killing her own kids but who knows if any of that was the truth? Do you know how constables get confessions? They torture the person they’re trying to get it from. This is still used today by our police.”
My eyes went wide as I thought that probably everything I had heard about her relatives may not have been true.
Anyway that was the first night I’d spent with Patience, a beautiful trans girl that changed my life. And she keeps changing it more now because, well… I’m married to her.
