tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59520460430510733412024-03-12T23:55:44.458-07:00The Tommy Crown FilesA selection of lusty tales and sordid romances that feature graphic sex and sexual situations. The categories include straight sex, lesbianism, MILF, bondage, masturbation, voyeurism, and incest. All stories are XXX rated and should not be viewed by persons under 18 years old. If its arousal you're looking for, you'll find it in the Tommy Crown Files. Caution… They're smoking’ hot!Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-89917584293861374832015-03-31T15:18:00.002-07:002015-03-31T15:18:07.260-07:00<span lang="EN"><div align="LEFT" dir="LTR">
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It was another hot and humid night along the coast. Soft curling waves rolled on the sandy beach and deposited its foam and rushed back out to sea.</div>
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The voluptuous young woman known locally as 'the goddess'' was alone in her bed. Very alone.</div>
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The 'assassin' was gone now. Looking back, she cursed under her breath how silly the last argument really was.</div>
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The sight of him slamming the door and speeding away in his Ferrari was indelibly etched in her brain now. The accompanying words, "I won't be back!" burned into her head and heart.</div>
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Had he really meant it this time? </div>
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The goddess sighed and closed her eyes. One hand touched her right nipple as her other hand slowly crawled over her flat tummy. It was time to pleasure herself. Oh, how she loved her dreams.</div>
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They weren't actually dreams though. More like... remembrances. </div>
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The assassin was a big man. Well over six feet tall and powerfully built. Most women respond to big men with dimpled chins and chiseled features, and they certainly responded to him.</div>
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He was born into aristocracy and raised with great wealth. Yet, he favored the biker lifestyle and all that it entailed. He rode hard and played harder. His stunning looks were found on biker magazine covers, but the assassin looked stunning in Armani and Hugo Boss suits, too.</div>
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When he was on the prowl, he favored a long hooded black cloak.</div>
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The goddess smiled as she remembered how the red Ferrari would speed along the beach and turn sharply to the left and spin to a stop in front of her cottage. The door would fling open as he swung his long legs out before unfolding his frame. Then with one sweep of his right arm, the cloak would swish away from his body and float like a butterfly behind him from the oceans breeze.</div>
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Then he would pull back his dark hood as he strode towards her and tossed his long silver hair away from his face with a quick head snap. The way he moved, gracefully like an animal stalking its prey as he stepped onto the wooden porch always made her nipples tighten and wet her stunning cunt.</div>
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God, was he sexy...</div>
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Lately, the dream has been about their first night. The night he made love to her so gently at first; toying with her nipples like a cat toys with a mouse...swatting at it with his long powerful fingers before sucking it between his rich full lips.</div>
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The goddess moaned as she remembered how he wet her with the slightest touch. A soft gasp escaped her plum lips as she felt her warm wetness with her fingers. <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The pleasure intensified as she rubbed her treasure with the thought that it was his fingers...his touch that were driving her to the edge so rapidly.</span></div>
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The goddess opened her eyes and glanced to the left. The sheer curtains hung limp and lifeless. Where was the breeze that usually had them floating away from the window?</div>
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Oh, damn...it was hot. The goddess was sweating on the soft Italian sheets that he had gifted her with. She ran her hand along the fine threads and smiled at the opulent lifestyle he had provided her.</div>
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Thoughts of him in Milan last spring where he modeled for photo shoots all day and made crazy love to her all night brought her to another sweet orgasm. Then another. Oh, God....another.</div>
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Suddenly, smoke drifted over her nostrils. Had she not snuffed out her cigarette in the sterling silver ashtray bedside? A quick glance assured her... she had.</div>
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Three perfect smoke rings floated through the mysterious crack in the door. There was someone there...she heard breathing.</div>
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The goddess propped herself on her elbows and squinted in the room faintly lit by the hall light.</div>
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"Baby? Baby is that you?"</div>
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The answer came swiftly as she felt her back hit the fine sheets, her legs forced apart by strong hands.The feeling of a big man with a broad back, bulging biceps and hard contoured pecs against her bare breasts had her breathless.</div>
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Then being stuffed with a big cock made her shiver.The angry wet kisses made her tongue go wild. The saliva dripped from her chin as she found herself in the throes of passion. The kiss was so hard, it whipped her into a frenzy as she arched her back and threw her hips at his.</div>
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Oh, how she moaned and cried as his manhood plunged to her depths spilling its first seeds. Followed by streams as he lifted his head and roared.</div>
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The goddess bucked hard against this mysterious intruder! Now, biting her lip and burying her head under his neck, she pushed her juices along his thick shaft where they escaped her excited pussy.</div>
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Her head tossed from side to side as she cried, "Oh baby...Fuck me...Love me...Fuck me..." then tightened her legs around his ass and squeezed the last of her orgasm out. Another gusher spoiled their bed.</div>
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Now, completely satisfied, she enjoyed the glorious afterglow... kissing and nibbling his neck. The low growl he gave into her warm mouth tingled the hairs on her neck and arms.</div>
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The goddess turned her head slowly so he could nibble her neck. She looked in the mirrored door of her closet...and only saw herself?</div>
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The unmistakable sounds of a Ferrari speeding away made her sit up and gasp!</div>
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The bed was soaked; even she was soaked in sweat and cum. She ran her hands between her legs and wet her fingers. Then brought them slowly to her lips for a taste.</div>
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"Baby...please come back..."</div>
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<span lang="EN">The Tommy Crown Files</span></div>
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Case# 1320</div>
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The day started about like any other workday in the city. I hopped out of bed at 5:50 a.m. and went to the pisser as usual. During my early morning piss, I ran my fingers through my long sandy hair, checked myself in the mirror above the toilet tank top, grabbed my Marlboro's and sucked in the first of many deep inhales that I would endure during the crappy day I had planned. </div>
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Oh, I hadn't planned a crappy day. I just knew that my assignment to interview an opera singer wasn't very high on my bucket list; but as a card carrying field writer for my latest employer, <i>Society Slut's, </i> it was the task assigned to me by my crazy publisher Harriet Harriman of Harriman, Inc.</div>
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Harriet and I had an on and off relationship during my brief tenure there. On when I was on her fucking her 60 year old pussy till it burped, and off when I wasn't. But, for 65 grand and a hefty expense account, what the fuck?</div>
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I then did my routine of push ups, sit ups, pull ups, and running in place before lighting another cigarette. </div>
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A hot shower and shave, a splash of Fendi, and after slipping on my best Calvin's, I punched my legs into my Haggar's, slipped on my standard long sleeve blue shirt, grabbed my grey Herringbone sports coat and dashed to the cab stand out front of my deluxe accommodations in Soho.</div>
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Then it was off to breakfast at the diner on 54th street that served up cholesterol by the pound, and two of the blackest cups of coffee this side of a mine shaft in Pennsylvania. Naturally, after indulging myself, I needed two cigarettes before I was back on the street in time for the 7:40 train to west fifth avenue and the palatial home of Felicia Carter, the aforementioned opera singer.</div>
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I preferred the 7:40 mostly because that was the train the hottest little Puerto Rican broad I had ever laid eyes on took to her crappy job off Lexington Ave. I think she was some kind of domestic, but not entirely sure since my Spanish and hers were no match. If the moons lined up properly for me, I usually fucked her between cars as I stared down at the rails whizzing by my glossy winged tips. Life in the fast lane took on new meaning in those situations.</div>
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But, she was one hell of a fuck and had the sexiest over glossed purple lips and tightest pussy that I could remember since I fucked Rosie Gernazio over in Little Italy. Another mind blowing teenager that had the suction of a Hoover to match her hot lips and slippery tongue.</div>
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The moons were not lining up for me that day though. I did see her, well...some of her. I'm sure those were her legs sticking up over the seat as some other horny bastard was arching his back and slamming his hips into her squeaky pussy.</div>
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I jumped off at Battery Park and walked over to the former Vanderbilt mansion which was now the home of Felicia Carter, my opera singer. From the looks of things old Felicia was doing swell. </div>
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I'm not sure what a four story Greek Revival mansion was worth in NY, but I figure one that faced the harbor and the Statue of Liberty must have set her back a bundle. I smacked the three pound clapper to the brass plate a couple of times before it creaked open. I lowered my head to peek inside the crack and saw a woman of about 40 sipping from her gold rimmed cup before dragging the hundred pound door open.</div>
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"Tommy Crown for Felicia Carter please." I said with a smile and raised eyebrows.</div>
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"I am Felicia Carter, Mr. Crown. Please come in. Thank you for being on time."</div>
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She stepped aside and waved me in as if I were royalty. Then she led me to the drawing room and offered me a seat on a sofa that probably costs more than most cars. I unbuttoned my jacket and was about to grab the lapels and slip it off when she said, "oh, let me help you baby."</div>
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I glanced over my shoulder and I don't know if it were her glossy red lips or her calling me baby, but something had my cock swelling. When a woman calls me 'baby' it affects my highly trained cock in ways that are hard to describe. Somewhere between mild wiggle and a raging hard on, depending of course on the tone of her voice and texture of her lips.</div>
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She grinned as she glanced at my tented slacks, then folded my jacket over her arm and said, "My, my...aren't you something. How big are you baby?" I could have done without the 'baby' as I now knew my pre cum was sticking to my brand new briefs.</div>
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"I'm 6'4" more or less."</div>
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I sensed this interview was going to be a challenge, but had no clue we would be discussing the size of my dick. Since I was a man of some reasonably gracious manners, I answered, "I've never actually measured it, but I'd say it's in proportion to my body."</div>
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Felicia walked to a drum table and poured two glasses of sherry before returning. She sat next to me and handed me my drink. I don't drink before 11:00 a.m. and don't drink sherry at all. But, this didn't seem like a request, so I nodded, sipped the sweet sherry and smiled.</div>
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The opera singer then slipped a cigarette between her teeth as I scrambled for my Bic. I held the flame under the tip as her puckered lips sucked the flame to the cigarette. We were sitting so close that I actually heard the crackling of tobacco as she drew deeply. My cock did a double take and I felt a tiny spurt wet my briefs a bit more.</div>
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The highlight of the lighting ceremony was her smooth open mouth inhale that made the inside of her sexy mouth look like soft white cotton candy. Since I have always had a sweet tooth, our mouths were clamped tight as our tongues met in candy-land instantly. Feeling no reluctance from her at all, and armed with a fully loaded cock, I laid her across my lap and proceeded to lick inside her smoky mouth while inhaling. If you think about that for a second, you'll realize that's a task for the highly trained. Similar to patting the top of your head while rubbing your stomach, but with a higher degree of difficulty.</div>
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The next thing I knew, my slacks and briefs were on my shoe tops and my cock was lubing the throat of the best pipes in the business as smoke poured from her sexy mouth. My hands were inside her satin housecoat in seconds where my fingers twisted and turned her puffy nipples until they were rock hard. The hot kissing began again as she dropped her housecoat revealing her unbelievable body. Rich full breasts with areola that had to be five inches across, a flat tummy, perfectly landscaped pussy, and curvaceous hips were now mine for the taking.</div>
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I was happy to oblige. I laid on her as she guided my cock to her dripping pussy. Apparently, I wasn't the only one that had such animal instincts. One hard shove from me and one even harder hip thrust from her and my cock was living the good life in million dollar pussy!</div>
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Man, could the best pipes in the business fuck! Felicia matched me stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss, and gasp for gasp while squeezing her legs around me and digging her nails in my back. After an exhausting length of time, and plenty of sweat, I felt her hot pussy clamp tight against my throbbing cock while she gushed her sticky juices all over me and her pricey sofa. I gushed as she took my cock out and sprayed her face. My balls emptied as she milked them with her smooth fingers.</div>
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"What interview? Is that you Mr. Crown?"</div>
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I glanced at the voice as I tucked my shirt tail back in my Haggar's.</div>
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"Yes, ma'am. I'm Tommy Crown.Who might you be?"The portly woman said as she came slowly down the stairs, with a cigarette in a gold holder held gingerly between her fingers.</div>
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"I am Felicia Carter, sir. I see you have already met my daughter Olympia."</div>
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I tried desperately to hide my happiness that I had fucked the daughter of the best pipes in the business instead of the real deal. The real deal was as round as she was tall and had a face for radio.</div>
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Needless to say the interview was very brief and the only newsworthy item I managed to get out of Felicia Carter was that she was heavily into BDSM. She showed me her dungeon complete with chains and a shitload of equipment that looked like it was manufactured by John Deere.</div>
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The deceitful Olympia walked me to the castle like door and kissed me softly.</div>
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"I am sorry about lying to you baby, but nothing else. Can I see you again?"</div>
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My answer was clear. But, that's another story.</div>
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</span><br />Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-26003754809582467942014-11-28T11:58:00.004-08:002015-03-17T10:40:06.055-07:00The Seduction of Mrs. Hunter<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">by
Tommy Crown</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,
here I am alone during the holidays. I shouldn't be surprised.</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
another disastrous break up, I’ve turned to my usual comforts;
sitting poolside on my patio, drinking and chain smoking. Bailey, my
little Yorkie and constant companion, lies serenely across my lap
snoring. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay.
So it's a bit eccentric, but I'm a 40'ish bachelor with a junkyard of
broken dreams and promises in my wake, so I'm entitled to some self
loathing occasionally. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Curiously,
I find myself looking at the biggest moon I have ever seen as I try
to get to the root of these ongoing problems that seem to plague my
relationships with women.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
countless of them start with a bang, they typically go out the same
way.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Most
of the time, the issues revolve around other women…and me.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
one was no different. </span></span></span>
</div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Traditionally,
I try to do my philandering outside my immediate neighborhood, but
the old 'don't shit where you eat' theory was for other people. Not
me.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I live
in a small gated community on a tiny island called Sanibel along
Florida’s Gulf Coast.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unfortunately,
my very young, very beautiful girlfriend Bella has family on the
island.</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
‘family’ consists of her parents, Randal and Roxanne Hunter and
her older brother Kenny. The Hunters have a spread in the Hamptons, a
Manhattan penthouse and the cash and accent that goes with it.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Their
winter home in Flordia is one street back on the ninth fairway of the
Gold Coast Country Club, while my home faces the beach and the Gulf
of Mexico.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, I
have always been sketchy when it comes to getting too close to my
neighbors since my lifestyle isn’t exactly main stream.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
full sleeves of tattoos that adorn both arms along with my long hair
don’t exactly make me a poster boy for a country club environment.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But,
the size of my wallet tends to make me more respectable.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I did
enjoy the Hunters and had them over at least twice a month for some
grilling and boozing. It was one of those events that I first met
Bella.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bella
was only 20 and still shuffling around college with books stuffed
under her ample tits when she popped over with her parents that
afternoon.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
eyes soaked her up as she dropped her books on the kitchen bar before
stepping to my open patio door. She propped herself on one foot, the
other resting on her knee in the doorway that led to my spacious
tiled patio.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wind
swept her long blonde hair over her face as she sucked on a long neck
Corona.</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m
a big guy and reasonably well-endowed so my walk over to introduce
myself had me tentative because the outline of my swelling cock in my
beige linen shorts was plainly visible.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was
a warm day and my soft white shirt was unbuttoned revealing my bare
chest.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Hi…I’m
Garrett.”</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"> “</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Uh
huh…I’m Bella and I know who you are Mr. Carkos.” </span></span></span></span>
</div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mister?
Damn, that hurt.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Really?
How’s that?” I asked whimsically. </span></span></span></span>
</div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
growing up around lawyers and watching Perry Mason for years, I
should have known better than to ask a question without already
knowing the answer.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But,
once again, my failure to learn from the past was about to bite me in
the ass.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Bella
replied, “</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en"><i>You’re
that guy!</i></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">”
then dropped the long neck Corona bottle in the trash and pulled my
pack of cigarettes from my shirt pocket. She shook one out, and
then tossed the pack on my glass patio table.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
obsession with pink glossy lips on blondes had my cock stirring and
it stirred even more when she slipped the cigarette between her lips and
rolled it between her thumb and forefinger and winked.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was
a fucking goner.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
hands frantically searched my pockets for my lighter and found it
buried under a wad of cash. I whipped it out and held the flame to
the tip. My cock grew harder watching her lips wrap around the filter
as she hollowed her cheeks on the inhale. Twin streams of smoke shot
down the barrel as she puffed twice before doing a long French
inhale. The thick smoke curled over her lips and drifted up her nose.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Damn,
she was sexy. My cock twitched three times.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Long
yellow hair with ringlets dangled over her shoulders, a delicate nose
centered between ocean blue eyes, and a full pink mouth had my full
attention.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
cock struggled to get to my waistband to take a peek at whatever had
stirred him from his comfortable nest above my balls. Happily, he
didn't make it.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bella
exhaled as I asked, “What guy?”</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"> </span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Ass
bite number two coming up.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">You’re
that rich biker dude that writes porn for those trashy magazines.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Reality
sucks.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
mind raced to find a way to make me seem like something more than a
smut peddler.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I
don’t know about rich, but I do ride a Harley and I do write some
erotic stories occasionally for a few very </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en"><i>fine</i></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en"> men’s
magazines.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I did
my best to look and sound respectable while tossing my ponytail over
my shoulder with a quick, but stylish head snap.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bella
took a step towards me and ran her finger down the center of my bare
chest.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
cigarette dangled from her lips as she ran her hand under my shirt
and across my nipples.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">It’s
cool baby. No need to be pissy. I LIKE nasty older guys!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
as she took the cigarette from her lips, I glanced around for her
parents. Satisfied that they were occupied with other guests, I
turned back to the kiss I knew was waiting.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
was no ‘let’s get acquainted’ kiss. This was an open mouth,
tongue rolling, tongue sucking, wet sloppy kiss that lasted way too
long for my anxious cock.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I felt
the tip sticking to my shorts since I usually go commando in my own
home. She wrapped one leg around my calf and did a slow grind against
me. The palm of her hand rubbed up and down my linen shorts, making
my cock nervous as hell.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">We
pulled from the kiss simultaneously, and stared at one another for
what seemed like forever before she asked, </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">You
want me daddy?”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I
want you, but not if you call me daddy. I’m not old enough to be
your daddy.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay,
a small lie at this point seemed rather moot.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
kissed me softly, “Okay, baby…whatever you say. Now, are you
going to fuck me or are we just gonna stand here and tease each
other?”she dragged heavily on her cigarette before flipping it in
the hedges.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now, I
am not a man that hesitates when it comes to situations like this.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
grabbed her ass and pulled her to my raging hard on.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Just
so you know sweetheart; I’m no fuzzy chinned college boy.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Bella
pressed her lips to mine and nibbled on my bottom lip. I tasted blood
immediately. There was no stopping her now.With a flick of her tongue
she mopped the blood from my lip and replied, “ Just so you
know </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en"><i>baby;</i></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en"> I
quit playing with Barbie’s years ago!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bella
was on her hands and knees on my bed with my cock stuck in her hot
ass in minutes.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That
was almost a year ago. Her sweet ass has seen plenty of action since
then. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
Bella was actually a dream girlfriend.</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium;">We
went everywhere together. From dances at the country club, to rock
concerts; Bella had a way of fitting in. She had the pedigree, the
name, the exotic sports car, and connections to the corporate world
that I certainly never had.</span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Her
parents run with the jet setting rich crowd. I run with bikers and
pimps.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
public, she was elegant and classy. But, behind closed doors, she
was completely uninhibited; fresh as the spring rain and as
unpredictable as a tornado. To her, sex was an Olympic event and I
should point out the only thing that kept her from being an Olympian
were her 34 D’s. The girl was limber and nubile.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As a
student of the Karma Sutra, I thought I had just about done it all.
The Japanese beetle fuck and the Madagascar - I had down pat.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But,
when she tossed me a Durban, which flushed my system so completely, I
couldn't walk like a man for days, I knew she was the girl for me.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Think
about having a rope with knot in it stuck up your ass while your
woman sits reverse cowboy style on your face. One hand squeezes your balls
while the other strokes your cock. The moment of truth arrives when
she squeezes your balls until they feel like they’re about to pop,
feels your cock swelling in her other hand, jerks it real hard and
fast, grabs the other end of the rope with her teeth and yanks it out
of your ass!</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s
too scary to describe further; just imagine drowning in your woman’s
cum as your legs jerk, your ball sacks draw up into your body and
your asshole quivers while your cock convulses.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ahhh.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's
ridiculously erotic in a very painful way. But if you ever get the
shot, I highly recommend it.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sadly,
after catching me with another bronzed beauty last night, she dropped
me faster than Tyson dropped English Bob within seconds of the
opening bell.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bella
had never displayed jealousy before and accepted my carousing with no
hesitation. I mean, where the fuck were we going anyway?</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Since
monogamy and I parted ways long ago, settling down with anyone at
this point in my life made no sense. Especially with one so young.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Next
year she’ll be a senior in college with the world at her fingertips
and after graduating, will be eager to run out and taste everything
the world and life have to offer.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At my
age, I've already been around the world and tasted most everything
worth tasting, so there really was no future for us that I could see.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had
no complaints about our love life except that she insisted on hearing
those three little words whispered in her ear so she could cum.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Oh
baby…I'm so fucking close...tell me ..you love me. Please?”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,
with a fully loaded cock, I couldn't very well deny her at this
point now could I?</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I
love you.” I whispered softly while my cock went to defcon 4.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Again
daddy! Say my name!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
could have done without the daddy shit, but I was well past the point
of no return.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Bella…I
love you Bella!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Defcon
5 finished us off.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">My
sweet maid Olive, a solidly built black woman about 60’ish, and
probably a the fuck of her generation at one time, just shook her
head after one of Bella’s sleepovers. </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Mr.
G…you’re gonna end up killing that child someday. I declare the
mess that little girl makes on these fine Eygptian sheets.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I
think about last night now, I suppose Bella wasn’t as jealous as
she was pissed.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why?</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well,
it was the night before Christmas for one thing. </span></span></span>
</div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But,
I'm guessing the real reason she was pissed had something to do with
the bronzed beauty on her hands and knees with her ass up being
stuffed with my happy cock was her dear mom…Roxanne.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was
working up a good sweat pounding the stunning Mrs. Hunter's ass like
it was the last ass in the world and all mine. Bella strolled into my
bedroom bearing an armload of gifts.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
next thing I knew, the gifts crashed on the tile floor and the Popsicle
she was sucking on zipped through my rubber antlers Roxanne insisted I wear, knocking them slightly off kilter. Then it smashed the
nude painting of Maria Valenzuela that hung proudly over my
headboard. Maria slipped down the wall behind the headboard- nose
first like the Titanic, taking the cherry popsicle with her.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Subtlety
had never been Bella's strong suit.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
wind slammed the door behind her as her mom and I tried to get back
to some serious fucking to Vince Vance and the Valiant's bluesy ,
“All I Want For Christmas Is You.” </span></span></span>
</div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
found it hard to concentrate wearing rubber antlers and Roxanne's
Santa hat didn't help much, either. But, what the fuck? I figured it
was Christmas, I may as well get in the spirit of things.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Yes,
oh yes baby…just like that!”She screamed.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roxanne
was panting like a tiger as my cock slammed in and out of her ass
with a renewed vengeance. I held onto her hip with one hand while I
reached around and under her to molest her swollen nub with my
fingers.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Damn,
the woman sprayed my new sheets when I brushed rapidly over her clit.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
slipped two fingers inside and finger fucked her cunt while my cock
owned her ass.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Oh
Jesus!...Oh Jesus…That’s right…Fuck that ass baby! Then cover
it with cum!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Since
I do love fucking older women, my cock started reaching its
potential.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I took
my hand from her hip as my cock swelled. Then grabbed her long red
mane and pulled her head back with a jerk.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She screamed, “Fuck yes!…hurt me!”</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
brought my hand up from her squirting pussy and slapped her ass while
I still had her hair twirled around my other hand. Luckily, I'm well
co-ordinated. Pulling a womans hair while slapping her ass and
fucking it hard is no job for a klutz.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Harder!
Harder and don’t stop!” Roxanne begged.</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
hand began turning as red as her ass.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pushing
back hard against me, “</span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Give
it to me baby. Put it in my wet cunt!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Never
one to argue, I slipped my cock from her hot ass, rammed it deep
inside her dripping pussy and paddled her ass raw.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roxanne
Hunter was one of those women that just had to say something... even
when she was fucking.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
dialogue went something like this:</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Garrett!!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Baby!!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I’m
a nasty bitch!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Yes,
you’re nasty bitch!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I’m
such a fucking whore!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">You’re
most definitely a fucking whore Mrs. Hunter!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Roxy!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Roxy,
you’re definitely a fucking whore!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I’m
a cock sucking slut, too!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">That
too!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">What?”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">A
cock sucking slut?”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Better.
Now, pour that hot cum in my cunt!”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Aww,
fuck, fuck, fuck!” </span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
growled as my cock poured on demand!</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roxanne
was breathless as she whispered, “Ahhhhhhhh” and fell to her
chest as I yanked my squirting cock out to spray her ass as
requested. I did want to complete my assignment.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once
satisfied her still body was sufficiently coated, I laid down on her
sweaty back and moved her long red hair from her neck so I could kiss
it.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
noticed there was no pulse. I moved my lips along her neck. Nothing.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="border: currentColor; margin-bottom: 0in; padding: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then I
visualized the headlines in tomorrow mornings’ paper.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="border: currentColor; margin-bottom: 0in; padding: 0in;">
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Local
porn writer kills socialite in kinky sex games Christmas eve.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
heart skipped a few beats as I watched my life flushing down the
toilet. I’m highly claustrophobic and look like shit in orange.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Suddenly,
my life in prison was spared as the redhead began to writhe around
under me. I slipped off her sweaty, cum soaked body and lay on my
back beside her letting out a huge sigh of relief. She nuzzled under
my chin and kissed my neck. Her orange fingernails circled my nipples
matted in cum.</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
she glanced up at me with those sexy green eyes, “Wow, baby…that
was some major fucking. My pussy is raw and still pouring all over
these nice sheets; my ass is stinging, and I can’t seem to stop
shaking.”</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
rubbed her cum soaked ass and coated my fingers; then ran them over
her plum lips. She licked them and said, </span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Mmm,
baby…you’re a nasty fucker yourself. Do you fuck my daughter like
this?”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What
could I say, “I did, but I suppose I won’t anymore.” Me being
the realist here while Mrs. Hunter babbled on.</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">Oh,
Garrett…she’s a 20 year old baby. What you need is a mature woman
that can take that wonderful cock of yours anywhere... anytime. I do
give as good as I get you know.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In her
defense, I had to agree. Roxanne loved sucking my cock. She really
enjoyed smoky blow jobs. My cock would force the smoke out from her
glossy lips and she'd cum everytime. She also loved to deep throat. A
lot of women say they love it, but really can't do it and most don't
like not breathing for a minute or so, but not Roxanne. She loved to
hang her head off the side of the bed while I stood over her and
fucked her mouth. When my cock penetrated her throat, she'd reach up
and rub my cock's bulge on her neck.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yeah,
she was the supreme cock sucker at that point in my life.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But,
honestly...that’s one of the problems with older women. They, and
I’m speaking generally here, seem to need validation that they
aren’t just as good a fuck as a teenager. They're better.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
sucked and kissed my neck again, arousing my cock from his resting
place on my right thigh.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Roxanne
peeked over my chest and noticed my cock twitching, “Please don’t
tell me you’re ready to go again?!”</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
pulled the hair that was stuck to her face and kissed her cheek.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;">“</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en">I
just need a beer and a cigarette. Then I’ll be good to go.”</span></span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All I
heard was a sigh and some snoring.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Maybe
this was one older woman that tested her boundaries and found them to
be more than she bargained for. I knew she was all in.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
slipped out of bed, went for a beer and my cigarettes, then went back
to my chair by the pool and thought about Bella and tonights fuck
ups. I watched the moon crawl across the night sky. Bailey strained
his neck to look up at the mysterious silver ball with me. I guess he
was searching for Santa and the reindeers. He believes everything I
tell him.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Subconsciously,
my finger rubbed the spot where Bella bit my lip months ago and I
grinned.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
glanced down at Bailey who was now on his back, rolling around and
kicking his legs. A sure sign something was up.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
laughed, “She can’t stay mad forever…can she? Let's go call
her.”</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bailey
yipped, hopped to his feet and ran inside.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
tipped the bottle back for the last few swigs of beer, took a last
drag of my cigarette, dropped it in the bottle and went back in the
house.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just
inside the door, Bailey was jumping and spinning like he does when
he wants to play.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There
on my leather sofa sat the very naked, (except her Santa hat) very
awake Roxanne Hunter. A cigarette dangling from her over glossed
lips, a two foot piece of rope twirling in her right hand singing,
'Jingle Bells'.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sitting
next to her, wearing nothing but a smile and a green elf hat,
twirling handcuffs? My sweet Bella.</span></span></span></div>
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
giggled, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”</span></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
glanced down at Bailey who now was on his tummy-his front paws over
his eyes.</span></span></span></div>
<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<div lang="en" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Damn,
I love Christmas.</span></span></span><br />
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Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-6475785531137039382014-10-18T14:36:00.001-07:002015-03-17T10:40:39.586-07:00The Battle of New Orleans<br />
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<br />
I landed in New Orleans a little after noon on Thursday, April 15th. I was on a quest to buy another hotel for Carkos Global. The hotel limo picked me up curbside and I was surprised to see the driver was female.<br />
<br />
"Mr. Carkos?" the pretty driver asked while opening the rear door.<br />
<br />
"That would be me," I slipped by her and plopped down on the rich leather seat. She grinned and closed the door. I watched her walk around the front of the car and noticed her nice rack and tiny waist under her uniform. Her long dark hair fanned over her shoulders and her orange lip gloss shimmered in the noon day sun.<br />
<br />
I knew I was there on business, so even though my cock was stirring in my slacks, I made every effort to control my lust. I opened the brochure for Ponchartrain Towers, the hotel dad wanted me to buy and thumbed through it slowly. The driver got in, lifted her arm to the back of her seat, looked back at me and said, "It's a great hotel with tons of history. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay there. Alex is a great boss. She used to be a model. Vogue, I think." She then started the limo and we were underway.<br />
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Two things happened during her brief statement. My cock swelled at the up close sight of her spectacular mouth, and the idea that the person I was to meet was a Vogue model intrigued me. I reached for the business card that came with the invitation to look the property over and pulled if from my wallet. I stared at the proprietors name: Alex Champion. I wrongly assumed that Alex was male and was rather looking forward to beating old Alex during negotiations, something I was fairly good at.<br />
<br />
Since this Alex was female, I knew I had to change my tactics. I didn't know a thing about her, although I had gotten the impression that the bombshell driver knew a lot. The sexual tension in the car was evident so I thought I'd start with her.<br />
<br />
"What's your name, sugar?" I asked while reaching in my suit pocket for my cigarettes.<br />
<br />
Our eyes met in the rear-view mirror when she grinned and replied, "Stormy."<br />
<br />
I laughed, "I asked your name...not the weather, hon!" then took out my cigarettes and looked out at the storm clouds I had noticed from the plane.<br />
<br />
"Jaden. Jaden Storm. My real name. Everyone just calls me Stormy."<br />
<br />
"Cool name. Mind if I smoke Jaden?" I preferred Jaden to Stormy. That's when I noticed her jade green eyes. Her parents must have been pretty cool. Hippies, maybe?<br />
<br />
"Not at all. In fact, if you could spare one for me, that'd be great," Jaden answered with a seductive smile. Things were looking up. I lit one for her and handed it over the seat. She took it to her orange lips and sucked it hard. I lit one for myself hoping it would get my mind off stuffing my swelling cock in her mouth.<br />
<br />
Smoke drifted around her lips as she slowly dragged on the cigarette. Young Jaden was very provocative and knew it. I noticed her eyes glancing down at my crotch as I watched her in the mirror.<br />
<br />
We came to a red light, so I decided to have some fun.<br />
<br />
I slowly moved my left hand down my sports coat lapel. I wasn't wearing a tie and opted for an open collar with the top button unbuttoned. I watched her response when I unbuttoned the next button. Her lips parted slightly and she nibbled her lower lip, never taking her eyes from my fingers. I felt my cock swelling under my slacks and the outline was becoming very clear. I popped the third button and her sigh was audible. She sucked on her cigarette and smoke poured from her shiny orange mouth. I then slid my hand down to my crotch. She stared and dragged heavily. The smoke now oozed from her lips. I knew I had her full attention.<br />
<br />
I ran my thumb slowly up and down the outline of my cock, keeping my eyes on her in the mirror. I wanted to see how far I could go before she said something. My cock was now stiff and the head was fully engorged. I began rubbing the tip on the outside of my slacks.<br />
<br />
"You're killing me!" She half shouted and giggled.<br />
<br />
I grinned and reached under my balls and tugged them up to give me some freedom. My cock twitched under the fabric.<br />
<br />
"Want me to stop?" I asked with my devilish grin.<br />
<br />
"No! I want to see!"<br />
<br />
I un-zipped my slacks and pulled my thick cock out and held it straight up. She smiled and licked her lips.<br />
<br />
"Oh, God. That's...that's the most beautiful dick I've ever seen!"<br />
<br />
My hand gripped it and I began stroking for her. Unfortunately, the traffic behind us began honking.<br />
<br />
"Shit! Shit!" She screamed as we sped away.<br />
<br />
I smiled at her in the mirror and said, "Damn, you're so beautiful and sexy. Wanna help me out?"<br />
<br />
She glanced back at me, "How? I can't pull over, hon."<br />
<br />
"Just keep smoking and licking your lips. That's about all you have to do."<br />
<br />
She dragged again on her cigarette and asked, "Like this?" with her mouth open. Smoke rolled around in her mouth.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, that's very hot. Keep doing that, doll." My hand ran up and down my shaft. I noticed her breathing had changed and her shoulders were slightly slumped. Was she masturbating with her free hand? Her cigarette hand was on the wheel.<br />
I leaned back and squeezed my cock and rubbed the shaft slowly. I noticed we had stopped at another light when she circled her orange lips with her tongue and said, "Faster, baby. I'm so close." She stared at me with half closed eyes. She was close. The sound of her heavy breathing inspired me.<br />
<br />
I picked up the pace until my hand became a blur. My cock was loading with cum and I knew I was as close as she was. I saw her shoulders jerking and heard her whimper, "Oh, fuck!"<br />
<br />
I looked at her in the mirror and my cock began spurting as she opened her mouth. "Right here, baby. Cum right here! Look in my smoky mouth!" Strings of my cum danced in the air and landed on the back of her seat.<br />
<br />
"Yes, baby! More!" She shouted through her smoky lips and reached back over her seat with her palm turned up.<br />
<br />
I yanked hard. Rope after rope of my creamy cum flew right in her palm! She licked some from her hand, then put her hand down her pants and finished herself off in style.<br />
<br />
"Want a taste?" She asked as she reached her hand over the seat. I took her fingers and sucked the juices from them...one finger at a time. She was delicious.<br />
<br />
"Fuck.That was so..."<br />
<br />
The honking horns cut her off. But I agreed. This was so decadent and sexy. I couldn't wait to get young Jaden alone somewhere.<br />
<br />
We arrived at the hotel on schedule. Jaden got out and walked around the car. I noticed she didn't quite look the same. Her shirt was disheveled, and not fully tucked in, and her face was flushed. She opened my door and I slid out, stood in front of her and tucked her shirt in.<br />
<br />
"This isn't over. When can I see you?"<br />
<br />
"Tonight. I'll pick you up right here at 9 p.m. okay?" We shook hands slowly and both grinned. I said, "Your hand is sticky." She grinned, "Wonder how that happened?" then walked to her side and got in. I strolled into the hotel lobby as she pulled away.<br />
<br />
I'd had limo sex before but never with the driver and never without touching each other. This was one for the books. I just knew the day couldn't get any better.<br />
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But, it did.<br />
<br />
A stunning blonde, probably early 50's greeted me.<br />
<br />
"Garrett Carkos?" The diminutive blond asked while extending her hand.<br />
<br />
"Yes. Alexis Champion?" I answered while shaking her hand. The thought of what that hand was doing only minutes ago had my cock stirring.<br />
<br />
"That's right. Welcome to Pontchartrain Towers, Mr. Carr." Her hand was small, soft, warm, and I didn't want to let go. I sensed that she didn't either.<br />
<br />
"Thanks, but please call me Garrett." Our hands seemed molded together.<br />
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The blond grinned, "Only if you call me Alex," then squeezed my hand tighter as she answered.<br />
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"Deal. Alex it is. So, what do we do first?" Our warm hands began to feel moist. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Could I get her on the same page? I admit young Jaden had warmed me up and thrown me completely off the reason for my visit, and now couldn't seem to get sex off my mind. Not an unusual occurrence.<br />
<br />
"I suppose I could show you to your room. How's that?"<br />
<br />
I smiled, "That works. Show me the way."<br />
<br />
Alex answered, "Good. Follow me," then dropped my hand and took off for the elevators.<br />
<br />
Walking behind her gave me all the information I needed. She was hot, sexy, and she knew it. Every step, every click of her heels on the marble floor was clearly for my eyes and ears. The steps were calculated, causing her hips to sway just right. She was wearing a chocolate pencil skirt with a soft cream colored satin blouse open at the neck. I recognized the shoes as Gucci. I caught her scent that trailed behind her. Definitely 'Obsession'.<br />
<br />
Confidence was high. I would have her, maybe not now or tonight, but I would have her.<br />
<br />
We arrived at the elevators that were along the rear wall. I noticed a few large Vogue covers in silver frames along the wall. Clearly, Alexis Champion was a Vogue model at some point in her life. Granted, her face wasn't as fresh today as it was when those glamour shots were taken, but she still looked damn good.<br />
<br />
The doors slid open silently. I liked that. We stepped in and they closed just as they opened. I didn't notice Alex pushing a floor button, but in seconds, we were on the ninth floor. I marveled at how quiet and fast the elevator operated.<br />
<br />
"Yes. It's the newest that OTIS offers. I love it, too," she said with a grin as she looked up at me.<br />
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I smiled down, "I like fast and I like quiet. Perfect so far." I was hoping she received my subliminal message. Sometimes women don't.<br />
<br />
We stepped out onto the thickest red carpet I'd ever seen.<br />
<br />
"Is this carpet on all the floors?" I asked.<br />
<br />
"No hon. Just the penthouse floor. The others are all marble, similar to the lobby."<br />
<br />
She then stepped to the door and slid her key card.<br />
<br />
"Come in...tell me what you think," she said as she stepped in and held the door open for me. Another whiff of Obsession assaulted my nostrils as I eased by her slowly. I glanced around at the elaborate furnishings and while I did enjoy the view of Lake Pontchartrain through the floor to ceiling glass wall, I knew she was setting me up. Most guests that can afford this kind of luxury stay at the Ritz-Carltons , Marriotts, or Hyatts. They don't stay at mom and pop joints like this.<br />
<br />
"Nice. What does this go for on the weekend?" I knew traditionally, suites like this rent for four times more than their daily rate on weekends. I stared down at her awaiting her response. I could see the wheels spinning in her mind. If her answer was too much, she knew that I'd know this unit was seldom occupied. Too little means it's been used and abused.<br />
<br />
But, Alexis Champion was no fool.<br />
<br />
"What would you be willing to pay for this suite on a weekend?" She asked.<br />
<br />
I knew then that I had met a real business woman. Fairly uncommon for someone with her background. Most ex-models I'd encountered could barely balance their checkbooks.<br />
<br />
"No more than four hundred...not when I can grab a suite at the Ritz for less than eight. The Ritz also offers amenities that this hotel doesn't. Not to mention, Wolfgang Puck is the Head Chef."<br />
<br />
Alex smiled, "You've done your homework. I'm impressed Garrett. Really, I am."<br />
<br />
"Thanks. Now, if you don't mind, I prefer to stay in one of your less expensive rooms. Perhaps, something on a lower floor and not so grand?"<br />
<br />
In the hotel world, the higher floors command the highest dollar. The lower you go, the lower the rate. I wanted to see where Joe the Plumber might stay. Not some celebrity or politician.<br />
<br />
"Of course. But, honestly, the rooms are all the same, hon. Well, as far as size and views. The furnishings are the only difference. But, if you prefer one of those, I'm sure we can accommodate you to your liking."<br />
<br />
With that, we left the ninth floor and went down to three. Once again, she stepped out, slid her card, and opened the door for me. I stepped in and she was right. The room was similar in layout and the view of the lake was just as spectacular.<br />
<br />
"Cool. This works." I said with a grin. "And what is the rate for this on the weekend?"<br />
<br />
"Only one ninety, and that includes valet and a real breakfast buffet." She answered while dragging the sheers back to the side. "Look at this view!"<br />
<br />
I unlocked the slider and stepped out to the terrace. The one thing I'd learned from traveling around the world was that every city has a distinct flavor. Hollywood has the smell of money. Dallas has the smell of oil. Tokyo smells of seafood, and New Orleans smells erotic. It is a city with a very old, very rich culture, and mixed with the smells of jambalaya and whiskey, smells like no place on earth.<br />
<br />
"I love it. Have the bellman bring my stuff here. This is more to my liking, and I can tell it's a smoking room. Gotta have that."<br />
<br />
She nodded, "Done and I agree," then stepped to me near the rail. I pulled my cigarettes out and offered her one. I'd never met a model that didn't smoke.<br />
<br />
"Thank you, kind sir," she remarked as she pulled one out. She slipped it between her glossy pink lips and I offered her a light from my Dunhill. Her hand steadied mine as she sucked provocatively. Wisps of smoke escaped her lips when she puffed. Yeah, my cock reacted as usual.<br />
<br />
I felt her little finger next to mine on the copper railing. I moved mine on top of hers hoping to get a reaction. I did.<br />
<br />
"I won't sleep with you, Garrett. I know your reputation."<br />
<br />
My pesky reputation always comes up at the most awkward times. This was one of them. I knew I had to counter with something witty and fast.<br />
<br />
"Not ever? Or do you mean... not until the deal is done?" I wanted her to know I was still in the game. But, was she?<br />
<br />
She leaned to me, stood on her toes and kissed me softly. Then dropped back down.<br />
<br />
"I never mix business with pleasure. If you want this hotel, you can have it for a price. If you want me...and by the look of your slacks..."<br />
<br />
I felt my cock pushing hard against my zipper. It pisses me off that women always know when a man's aroused, yet we have no real clue when a woman gets wet. My cock has betrayed me more than once and cost me some very fine pussy. I was determined to not let that happen with Alexis Champion.<br />
<br />
"How much?"<br />
<br />
She leaned back against the rail, "Seriously? You want to negotiate now?"<br />
<br />
I knew I was going to buy the hotel before I ever got on the plane. All I needed was a number.<br />
<br />
"Yep. Now. How much?"<br />
<br />
Alex dragged heavy on her cigarette, " It's a steal at three four," then exhaled and tossed her cigarette in the wind.<br />
<br />
I stared down at her. My dad called it the moment of truth. It's designed to throw your opponent a curve. Dead silence is the key. The first one that talks, loses.<br />
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The rule of thumb for buying a hotel was simple. They typically sell for around twenty five grand per unit depending on location and amenities. Her hotel had ninety rooms, plus four penthouses. In my mind, she had overpriced the hotel. It was her move. I stayed silent.<br />
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"Okay. two nine and that's as low as I'll go. Take it or leave it."<br />
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She dropped a half million without me saying a word. I had to tap her just once. "Two eight and that's as high as I'll go."<br />
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She grinned, "Deal. Now, take me to bed."<br />
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I picked her up and kissed her hard all the way to the bed. I laid her down gently. She dragged my coat off like it was on fire. I tore her satin blouse off and she gasped. We went at each other feverishly. I suppose it was the angst from the brief negotiation, but whatever it was...it was powerful.<br />
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Her legs were wide open and my full weight was on her in seconds. She gasped when I shoved my cock through her warm wet pussy lips. She moaned as I drove it deeper and deeper.<br />
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I felt her heels on my back, her ass lifting off the bed. She was hot and getting hotter. I began pumping hard and fast. This wasn't love making. This was good old fashioned fucking, and we both knew it. I felt her pussy spasm over and over. Her cunt was soaking wet. Every stroke displaced more of her juices. I was close.<br />
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"Do it! Cum in me!" She screamed and tossed her head to the side. I took advantage of her neck and bit it hard as her pussy clamped tight making my cock explode deep inside her.<br />
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"Oh Fuck!!" she screamed once more. "Bite me! Hurt me!"<br />
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I bit down hard and she cried. I bit down again and she sobbed. I knew I was hurting her, but that was what she wanted. Then she said something that surprised me.<br />
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"Love me!"<br />
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I didn't answer. Instead, I let my cock do the talking. It shot a steady stream of warm cum inside her.<br />
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"Yes. Yes, baby. That's what I wanted."<br />
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I laid on her and we kissed for the longest time. I loved her mouth. The way it felt on mine. The smell, taste, texture, and the way it fit as we tongue kissed had my cock twitching inside her as her pussy spasms continued. It felt strange for her to continue having tiny orgasms while my throbbing cock lay still inside her, but I loved the sensation.<br />
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Afterwards, we shared a cigarette, then showered. We fucked in the shower. I ate her pussy while the warm water dripped from her stiff nipples. She returned the favor and sucked my cock with the shower raining down my chest.<br />
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I'd masturbated with the sexiest female limo driver in New Orleans. I'd bought a hotel. I'd steamy sex with a Vogue model. What a fucking day!<br />
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It was a great day. Now, let's hope it's a 'Stormy' night.<br />
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<br />Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-75372511577863566562014-01-13T15:17:00.001-08:002015-03-17T10:46:54.431-07:00Hollywood Housewives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was a long hot summer in 1992, especially in Palm Springs, California.<br />
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The Hamilton's had rented a villa on Canyon Lakes, and immediately invited my wife and I out for a long weekend.<br />
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Paula and I lived in Hollywood and since Palm Springs was really no more than a two hour drive, we took my Porsche Carrera convertible instead of her Jeep Wrangler. That's California living. Plus, it was easier to fuck with the top down, and we did love fucking in that little red rocket. I'd learned to be prepared around Paula. She had taken 'spontaneous' to a whole new level.<br />
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We arrived around 11:00 a.m. and were greeted by Ward and Vanessa Hamilton. Did I mention the Hamilton's were Paula's parents?<br />
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Ward was a handsome financial planner in Beverly Hills, and apparently a very good one. Their home was more like a museum than a home. Terrazzo floors, towering ceilings, frescos, original artwork by the masters, and more fresh flowers than most florists see in a week. They seem to be bursting from the stone flower pots everywhere you turn.<br />
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Vanessa Hamilton was what many considered his equal. She was beautiful, had an Ivy League education, and had made her own fortune in real estate. You may have seen her billboards on Sunset Boulevard. Yep, she was a looker. But, a looker that sold multi million dollar homes, unless she bought it herself. And she did all that part time. The rest of the time she was a typical Hollywood housewife. You know the type. Expensive lunches with the other housewives, always dressed to the hilt, always giving huge sums of money to charities.<br />
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Looks, brains, money and sex appeal can be very powerful in Hollywood.<br />
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Paula and I bunked in the upstairs bedroom and fucked as soon as the door closed behind us. She was a great piece of ass and the word 'no' never soiled her pouty lips. Even when we dated as high school seniors, Paula was game. But, she was my game and everyone knew it and left her alone. The only reason she wasn't a virgin when we married was because as far as I know, one can only lose their virginity once, and she had given it to me within minutes of turning eighteen. One of those classic moments etched in young women's minds forever.<br />
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The fireworks may have been over the top, but Paula and her family were over the top kind of people. Just imagine your parents lighting off fireworks in your backyard after being de-flowered.<br />
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Exactly.<br />
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After fucking, Paula had to nap. I understood it because she put out hard. she put out fast, and she put out often. I did love her enthusiasm.<br />
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Me? I needed no nap. What I needed was to get into my swim suit, drag my favorite UCLA t-shirt over my head and get outside where I knew Vanessa would be lounging by the sparkling pool.<br />
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I hurried downstairs, slid the floor to ceiling patio door open and stepped outside.<br />
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There she was.<br />
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My mother in law was wearing a traditional yellow bikini. She would never wear a thong and show her ass. No, she preferred men to wonder how her cheeks looked. She knew mystery was a wonderful aphrodisiac.<br />
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She was hot and she knew it. Everyone knew it. I certainly did.<br />
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I had seen many men try to get her attention. Why wouldn’t they?<br />
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She was tall, had bronze legs with perfect thighs and calves that flexed when she walked, a great rack, exceptional ass, and a movie star face. I’d classify her as voluptuous.<br />
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Actually, she reminded me of the cartoon character, Jessica Rabbit. Maybe it was the mane of red hair that draped over her left eye and cascaded in soft waves over her left tit. Or maybe it was the way her luscious red lips always looked wet.<br />
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Or the way she smoked. She didn’t smoke a cigarette. She made love to it.<br />
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She took great care in lighting up. First she would hold the barrel between her thumb and forefinger and roll it slowly with the filter pointed away from her. That usually awakened my cock. Next, she would turn her wrist ever so slowly pointing the filter right at her luscious mouth. I imagined it as the tip of my cock. Would she put it between those wet lips?<br />
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Many times, she would turn and look in men’s eyes as she laid the white filter dead center on her lower lip. When she closed her lips around it, she would once again, roll it slowly and seductively before slipping it between her delicate fingers.<br />
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She would always touch the back of my hand with her red fingertips as her crimson lips puckered. I imagined them tickling my balls. Damn.<br />
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Then her cheeks would hollow as the flame flickered under the tip. Tiny wisps of gray smoke leaked from the edges of her mouth on the first puff and shot down the barrel quickly.<br />
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Then she would take the smoke deep. Her ample tits would rise and her eyes would sorta half close like she was enjoying the taste of my cock inside her warm mouth. Sometimes she would moan softly. Double damn.<br />
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And like most men with a pulse and a prick, I imagined her sucking my cock like that.<br />
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The release came when she exhaled slowly, making sure we all noticed the warm smoke seeping from her crimson lips. I pictured the white smoke as gobs of my cum. Oozing, and dripping after feeding her.<br />
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Like I said. She was hot and she knew it. And she also knew men.<br />
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“Tommy?” She shouted from the other side of the pool.<br />
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I was sitting on the patio in a rattan chair reading, ‘Wanderlust’ by Danielle Steele.<br />
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“Yes?” I answered as I dog eared the page and closed it. I was just getting to the good part, but when Vanessa calls...well, a good book would have to wait. It wasn’t going anywhere.<br />
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“Sugar, do you have a few minutes? I need you.”<br />
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Now, what’s better than a sexy woman needing you?<br />
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Exactly. I non-chalantly adjusted my cock and stood.<br />
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“Sure. What do you need?”<br />
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I was hoping for, ‘I need you to come here and fuck my brains out’.<br />
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Instead I got, “A cold beer, please. No cans. A bottle would be wonderful.”<br />
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It was then I knew the seduction was on. Vanessa preferred bottles because she could suck and lick the tip and make men fucking crazy. I had caught her act many times and always got hard. And she knew it.<br />
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"Sure thing. Coming right up."<br />
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The villa had a very elaborate outdoor kitchen. I walked over and looked under the counter and found the stainless steel coolers with glass doors. One side was wine at 52 degrees, the other side was beer at 36 degrees. No soda. This was an adult playground. Overhead was a row of flat screen televisions presumably so one could watch several games at once. A green blackjack layout was atop the bar and a leather backgammon game was open and ready for play.<br />
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But, sports and games were not on my mind. What was on my mind was having some kind of sex with my mother in law. My hopes were high. I silently wondered if that was the reason she had called us. Might just have been my overactive ego, but Vanessa had always been very flirtatious with me. Maybe the Hollywood housewife was going to have her way with her son in law? Hmm.<br />
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I grabbed a couple of frosty beer bottles, twisted the caps off and headed for Vanessa who was sitting upright on the blue lounger smoking a cigarette. Even from fifty feet away, I noticed the smoke in her mouth. My cock was swelling and I was sure it would give me away before I ever got the chance to make my move. Actually, I had no move planned. One doesn't make plans with women like Vanessa. We just sit back and go with the flow.<br />
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"Thank you, sweetie." She said with smoky lips.<br />
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My cock wiggled as I handed the bottle to her.<br />
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"You're welcome. Anything else?"<br />
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"Yes. Sit with me for a few minutes...if you can."<br />
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"Oh, I can. I enjoy our time together." I dragged a vinyl covered chair over and sat.<br />
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She sucked on her cigarette and took a swig of cold beer. I knew she was looking at me, even though she had on big sunglasses. She exhaled into the bottle and licked the tip. My cock went to defcon 4.<br />
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"Oh, that's sweet. I like our alone time, too."<br />
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I lit a cigarette and watched her glance around.<br />
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"Where's Paula, babe?"<br />
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"Napping. Where's Ward?"<br />
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"Golfing."<br />
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"Looks like we're all alone."<br />
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She dragged hard on her cigarette then snuffed it out.<br />
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"Yes, it does. How about a swim? It's hotter than Hell out here."<br />
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A swim? Hmm. Visions of her long legs wrapped around me, her arms hooked around my neck, her tongue deep in my mouth. Yep. A swim sounded perfect.<br />
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"Sounds great. Last one in and all that!"<br />
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I hopped up and saw her splash before I got to the edge.<br />
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"Hey, that's not fair. You cheated!" I shouted then dove in and swam straight to her under water. I saw her legs moving slowly, her arms skimming the top as she tread water. I came up and was surprised when she hooked her arms around my neck. Our lips were inches apart.<br />
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"No. I haven't cheated. Yet," she whispered to my lips.<br />
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I reached under her thighs and pulled them up so she could wrap her legs around me. I felt her cross her ankles and squeeze me between her legs.<br />
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I glanced upstairs to make sure Paula wasn't on the balcony. She wasn't. I was going for it.<br />
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She gasped as I kissed her hard. Her tongue went wild in my mouth, mine in hers. It was a battle.<br />
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It was our first real kiss and long overdue.<br />
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My cock was stiff and pressing between her camel toes. She began humping me as the one kiss turned to ten. My mother in law was kissing me with such force and passion, it was then I knew I hadn't been imagining things. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.<br />
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I pumped my stiff cock between her legs. She pumped back. I held her tight. She held me tighter.<br />
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We both gasped when the kiss broke free.<br />
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"We...we can't...do this." She whispered.<br />
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"Yes, we can." I whispered back.<br />
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"No."<br />
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Yes."<br />
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"Baby. No. Not like this."<br />
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"Okay. If not now...where and when?"<br />
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"Tonight. I'll figure it out."<br />
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"Okay. I want you, Vanessa."<br />
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"Even though it's wrong?"<br />
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"Yes. Especially because it's wrong."<br />
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"You are such a bad boy."<br />
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"You have no idea."<br />
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"Oh, I think I do."<br />
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I kissed her again.<br />
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"Do you want me?" I asked.<br />
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With her arms draped over my shoulders, she replied, "Yes."<br />
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"How much?"<br />
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"Very much."<br />
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"Then make it happen."<br />
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"I will." She kissed me softly and slowly.<br />
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"I do love the way you kiss me. And I love how hard I make you."<br />
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"It's always hard around you. You know that."<br />
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"Yes, baby. I often can see the outline of your cock when you're near me. I like watching it swell when you look at my mouth...especially when I'm smoking."<br />
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"I figured you were doing that on purpose. You enjoy teasing me?"<br />
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"I'm not teasing. I'm simply giving you something to think about when you're alone. Do you think about me, Tommy? I mean when you're feeling very..."<br />
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"Horny? Yes. I do. Does that excite you?"<br />
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"Very much. Do you touch yourself thinking of me?"<br />
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"Yes. And do you think of me and touch yourself?"<br />
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She paused and nibbled her lower lip. Had I been indelicate?<br />
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"Yes, darling. I find myself completely smitten. Sometimes it drives me to want to do things I shouldn't."<br />
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I felt her rubbing her pussy against my stiff cock as we kissed hard.<br />
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"Honey...I can hold my breath for two minutes. Can you cum quickly?"<br />
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Hmm. A challenge for sure, but I love challenges.<br />
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"Not normally, but for you...I'll do my best."<br />
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"I hope so. I'm dying to taste your cum."<br />
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My cock shot straight up to my waistband as she sank on the spot. I felt her drag my suit down and I thought of kicking it off, but for some reason, I didn't.<br />
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I felt her wrap my cock with both hands and rub and squeeze it a few times. Then I felt a warm sensation and looked down and saw my cock in her mouth. Her tongue stroked my shaft. My rim was behind her lips. She sucked slowly at first as my hand cupped her chin. I caressed the edge of her mouth with my thumbs and felt her cheeks cave in. Her red hair floated to the top and moved slowly like the tentacles of an octopus.<br />
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Her sucking became more intense, almost desperate. Was she running out of air? Had it been two minutes?<br />
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I held her head with both hands and fucked her warm mouth. I felt her moan and the vibration on my cock was intense. I arched my back and pumped harder and harder. My cock slammed the back of her mouth again and again. I sensed she was having an orgasm as her legs went silent in the calm water.<br />
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I groaned softly and shot my load deep in her mouth. She gulped over and over before surfacing with a gasp.<br />
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"Fuck! That was wild!" She whispered with a devilish grin as she pulled my trunks up.<br />
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Then we heard a splash.<br />
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It was Paula.<br />
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She surfaced and her long black hair covered her face. Atop her head was a glob of cum.<br />
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"Hi guys!" she said gleefully. "Whatcha doin?"<br />
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Vanessa and I stared at the cum hoping it didn't ooze down Paula's forehead. Something had to be done and quickly as the mass inched forward.<br />
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"Playing!" I shouted as I hopped on her and held her head underwater while Vanessa scooped the cum from her hair and after looking around for a place to drop it, decided her mouth was the closest option. She just shrugged and chugged it down in one big gulp.<br />
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Then we both laughed and double high fived each other.<br />
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Paula popped up like a cork between us, "What's so funny?" then shoved me underwater .<br />
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Frankly, I thought she'd over reacted, but under the circumstances, well...who was I to complain?<br />
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After a few seconds, Paula got off my shoulders and I popped up grinning.<br />
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"Satisfied?" I asked.<br />
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She answered, "Not in the last hour, but we have time. Say, how about taking me to the country club dance tonight? I just saw the announcement on television."<br />
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I glanced at Vanessa, "You and Ward going?" as she was slipping out of the pool. She glanced over her shoulder and looked me in the eyes as she grabbed a towel, "Of course. It's a big event and Ward's on the committee. You will be our guests," then held her head to the side and dried her hair with the towel.<br />
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I realized then that was Vanessa's plan all along. The dance was the reason for the trip. She was going to seduce me at the dance. The incident at the pool was simply spontaneous.<br />
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Paula and I got out and grabbed a few towels from the pile and joined Vanessa on the sheltered patio. It was early afternoon and hot. Very hot.<br />
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"Baby, get us some beer. Mom prefers bottles." Paula asked while lighting her mother's cigarette. Paula stared at the flame. Vanessa stared at me and inhaled sharply. She had me right where she wanted me. Or maybe I had her.<br />
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I nodded, "Coming right up," as my cock twitched for my mother in law. Paula turned her head as a duck squawked across the pond.<br />
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Vanessa sucked hard on her cigarette and I slid my hand down my flat stomach and touched my cock faintly for her.<br />
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Smoke seeped from her wet lips as she mouthed the words, "Love me?"<br />
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I winked, "Yes."<br />
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<br />Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-11126718583790297192013-01-31T15:18:00.002-08:002015-03-17T11:00:32.249-07:00Lolita<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">After going over it in my head for days, I always came up
with the same conclusion; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was going to
meet an online lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My policy on that has changed back and forth the last couple
of years. Initially, after talking on the phone and getting one another off,
and if geography wasn’t an issue, I would meet the sexy voice in person.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I would have to say after a few of those encounters; my
batting average was very low.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Let’s take the last one for example. It went something like
this during the initial awkward first minute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Uh, you’re Butterfly_350?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I would ask with my head tilted to the right to see if maybe
my eyes were out of whack. Butterfly_350 was supposed to be 5’7”, and 120
pounds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">In her profile pic, her hair was long, wavy and luxurious. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Naturally, the face in that same pic had virtually no
resemblance to the one standing in front of me then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Gone were the rich full lips coated in pink lip gloss. Those
lips were now just one thin line smeared with a red grease pencil. The same could
be said of those sparkling blue eyes that were now as red as her hair, and
basically just two slits gouged into puffy cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I shuddered as she shouted, “Gosh…it’s really you! Tommy Crown is standing right here in front of me. Gee, I’d recognize you anywhere.
You look exactly like your profile pic!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">At that moment I wanted to run, but my parents raised me to
be polite.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Aww, thanks hon…you look …well, you look great yourself!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Naturally, she’d fluff at her hair and say something like,
“I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me. I did change my hairstyle a bit, and
uh…put on a few pounds.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The long wavy hair, (if that was even hers in the first
place) had been whacked to little patches of fine red hair that reminded me of a
half plucked chicken. The few pounds had latched onto her entire body. I should
have asked more questions about the ‘350’ in her user name, so chalk that one
up to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Then I gave her a tiny peck on the forehead and dragged her
by the elbow away from the crowded airport foot traffic. I wanted the darkest,
least conspicuous place I could find to deliver the news.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I settled for a closed coffee shop that had open seating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">As I dropped her in the orange plastic chair, she yanked my
tie and pulled my head down even with hers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Fuck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I closed my eyes as she proceeded to kiss me over and over.
It reminded me of my Aunt Alice who never kissed me once when she greeted me
when a dozen suited her more. I was only 8 years old, and found it annoying as
hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">After butterfly_350 finished her assault, she released my
tie, and I stood quickly. There were no fears of an erection betraying me, as
my cock had disengaged on first glance of my online lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Ok, that one didn’t quite live up to the billing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I dragged her back to the ticket counter and laid down my
Platinum American Express and urgently said, “one way ticket to anywhere asap!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Butterfly_350 patted my hand and calmly said, ‘It’s ok dear.
I can pay to get myself back to Rock Island. You don’t feel bad about this; it
happens all the time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">OK, I’m an asshole, but I do have some sense of decorum. I
found myself leaning down and raising her flabby chin with my forefinger, then kissed
her little red mouth quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I spun on my heels and waved goodbye over my shoulder
without looking back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My point is that I had already discovered that the small
step from cyber world to planet earth was a free fall into the abyss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">But, damn it, this new little waif that snuck up on me in
the comment section of my blog just had my heart racing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Even her screen name turned me on. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lolita!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">After hours and hours of hammering out messages back and
forth, and countless sexy pictures being exchanged, we made the decision that
this was probably more than a casual fantasy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Skype was out of the question since two women live with me
98% of the time here at my Florida home on Sanibel Island.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Phone sex was also tricky for much the same reasons, so once
again, I hopped on a plane and headed to our agreed upon rendezvous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">After dozens of emails we discovered something wrong with
just about every place on earth that favored a fuck fest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">How about an Alaskan cruise? Well, we’re stuck together for
8 days which is cool if we hit it off. But, if she turned out to be a goat
instead of a Lolita, well, look for me overboard!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A weekend of horseback riding at Scotty’s Dude Ranch at the
base of the Grand Canyon looked promising until Lolita claimed she was allergic
to hay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It was the beginning of summer, and Arizona’s Red Rock
Canyon was nice and remote in Sedona, but also hotter than Hades.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Anywhere north was cold and neither of us fared well with
red cheeks and sniffles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">So, the most logical place for our rendezvous to me was my
old standby.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">New Orleans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Ah, yes… ‘The Crescent City” full of grace and charm,
well…except for the four thousand FEMA trailers that had been abandoned over in
the ninth ward, but to most folks, Katrina was well behind them now, and the
‘new’ New Orleans was in full swing again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Since I considered this to be a chance to impress, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I booked the penthouse at ‘The Banks’, which
as the name implies sits on the banks of the Mississippi. It is known to be the
best of the best in luxury hotels on the river.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My plans included dinner at 8:30 p.m. at Pat O’Briens in the
French Quarter, and a midnight cruise on the Delta Queen, an old fashioned
riverboat that catered to young lovers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Then, if all went as planned, we should end up in bed back
at the Bank’s by 2:00 am, where we would make passionate love until daybreak, and
then fall fast asleep with her leg draped over my thigh as our mixed results
trickled down to the satin sheets. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">But, right now, it was time to go to the airport to pick up
Lolita.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Naturally, a white stretch limo was under the canopy at the
Banks, curbside with the driver standing rather stately holding the right rear
door open for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The driver nodded as I slid in and as he walked around to
the driver’s door, it suddenly occurred to me how foolish this whole thing was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Now, remorse isn’t usually an emotion that I easily embrace.
I tend to make decisions and see them through. So far, with the exception of a
few minor bumps in the road, I’ve managed quite well in the pursuit of women, so
I had no idea why I was suddenly questioning myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">But, as I gazed out the darkened windows and watched New
Orleans speed by as we zipped down I-10, that’s exactly what I was doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Why in the world would this stunning 19 year old girl want
to meet someone like me?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">According to her, she’s read every one of my stories, and
understands that while they may not be 100% true in terms of names and dates,
the overall description of who <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I am </i>is
pretty accurate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">From my profile pic to my descriptions of my countless
indiscretions, she knows exactly what she’s getting into.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The driver pulled up to the international terminal, since my
Lolita was flying all the way from South Africa for this crazy adventure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The driver let me out and I quick stepped through the ground
level portion of the terminal and hopped on the escalator. I was to meet her at
the bottom of the escalator, but simply couldn’t wait.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I stepped off and headed for gate 57 which was at the far
end of the terminal. My mind raced as I looked at my Rolex for the fifteenth time
in the last ten minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">In my mind’s eye, I imagined a small woman around 46kgs, or
101 pounds, with dark brown hair, and chocolate eyes. She would probably be
wearing something comfy like teenage girls do. I’m guessing those expensive
jeans that have shredded knees, and some kind of cutesy tee shirt from some
fabulous hot spot in Johannesburg, and comfy flip flops.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I nervously lit a cigarette and dragged on it heavily. The
calming sensation was instant and gratifying. Then I remember she didn’t smoke!
I stubbed it out and fanned my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I leaned forward and rested with my elbows perched on my
knees and once again, wondered if I was doing the right thing. After all the
‘chats’ and emails, I suddenly realized that I didn’t really know her at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">All that cyber stuff was supposedly just a fantasyland for
adults. It wasn’t real, everyone would say. It didn’t matter if the other
person was married, single, bi sexual, lesbian, gay, or even a real person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She could have been a ‘bot’, a ruse to get wealthy men like
me to agree to meet somewhere, only to be bush whacked for my Rolex and Amex
card.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Once again, I found myself rubbing my wrist subconsciously
hoping I felt my watch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Just as I started to bolt, the passengers from her flight
were deplaning about forty feet away. They were all dragging those wobbly
suitcases as they shuffled along. I didn’t see one happy face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I guessed the 15 hour flight had made them weary, and once
again, I kicked myself for my stupidity. With all my travel experience, why did
I make dinner reservations for 8:30 p.m. when the plane was scheduled to arrive at
7:50 p.m.? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Surely, she would be tired and would need some recovery
time, and time of course to shower and make herself beautiful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My stupidity was overwhelming me until I saw her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Well, actually I heard her before I saw her. The click
clacks of her stilettos were music to my ears compared to those damn carry-on
bags with loose wheels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It must be her. She was the last to pass through the gate
and I’d not seen any beautiful women in ragged jeans and too tight tee shirts
pass by.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">This stunner wasn’t wearing jeans or a tee shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Lolita was drop dead gorgeous in a little black cocktail
dress, a string of pearls around her delicate neck, and a huge white, wide
brimmed floppy hat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The Kentucky derby came to mind where the women, even the
not so pretty ones looked sensational in hats just like the one she was
wearing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">How was it possible that there wasn’t a hair out of place,
her makeup was perfect, and her clothes showed no signs of travel?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Before I knew it, she was right in front of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I looked down as she looked up, “Hi, Tommy darling!” then ran
her pink lips across mine slowly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The kiss was long, slow and dreamy as she held the back of
my neck and caressed it with her fingers. There was no tongue; as that would
have ruined it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It was the kiss she had longed for from somebody all her
young life. It certainly was worth waiting for on my end as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My cock pushed up to my waistband to see what all the
commotion was that had stirred him from his nest above my balls. It was all I
could do to keep from grabbing her ass and pulling her to me just so she would
know what she had done to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The urge subsided when I saw people gawking at us. The kiss
ended as we gazed in each other’s eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“So, you’re the Lolita?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Uh huh…and you’re the player…Tommy Crown.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I caressed her face with the palm of my hand and remarked,
“You’re stunning” then kissed her once again softly, grabbed her hand, and
headed for the limo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Thanks baby. You’re pretty stunning yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">With those words, my cock snuck up to my waist band to take
a peek. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It was uncomfortable walking to the escalators, so I let him
go back to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The white stretch was curbside and the prim driver had the
door open wide as we slid in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">As we left the curb Lolita asked, “So, where are you taking
me player?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“I made reservations for dinner. I thought you might be
hungry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, I’m hungry alright, but not for food. I had dinner on
the plane.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I’m not ordinarily caught off guard by such comments, but
coming from the mouth of someone that looked so elegant and refined did throw
me. Lolita had the face and voice of an angel and had me completely off my game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">But, she was expecting a strong, decisive man that could
take control of any situation. That used to be me, but she had me so flustered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">There wasn’t a single sign that she was a teenager other
than her young face. No bubble gum, no earphones stuck in her ears, and
certainly no jeans or tee shirts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">So, after I regained my composure, I took control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Well, we don’t have to go to dinner. The Hotel is only
twenty minutes away. Maybe we should just go there and get you settled in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Yes, my love. That sounds perfect. I’d like a chance to get out of
these clothes and maybe take a hot bath.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Then she gracefully removed her hat and released the pin
that held her hair in place. She shook her head and tousled her hair until it
fell into place framing her face with ringlets of silky hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Lolita was certainly breathtaking as she lay against my arm
and turned her head up to me for a kiss. My lips pressed hers gently and her
cherry lip gloss smelled great and tasted even better. I thought it was the
perfect kiss at the perfect time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">But, apparently she didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Baby, I won’t break. Where’s that player that always knew how
to turn me on with just a few words. The one that French kissed me on the
screen and I felt it. I’m here now, so I’d like to actually have one in
person.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">For once in my life I felt completely awkward as the
teenager crawled in my lap and took my face between her small hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Now, this is what I want.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Suddenly, she took my face in her hands, leaned to my parted lips and slid her tongue in
my mouth. My cock quickly sprang up in my slacks knowing he was about to see
some action. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Our mouths clamped together tightly as our tongues danced. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Saliva dripped from our chins and she caught the stringers
with her fingers and dangled them back in her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Oh, she was hungry alright. But, her hunger didn’t match
mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I said to the driver, ‘Take the long way. About an hours
worth.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I saw him looking at us in the rear view mirror as he smiled
and said, “As you wish Mr. Crown. How about a nice long drive down by the river?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Sounds perfect.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I hit the power button for the privacy curtain that turned
the backseat dark and quiet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">We began making out and undressing simultaneously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Now, completely naked, I laid her back on the soft leather
and pushed her knees apart. My lips kissed her ankles, then the backs of her
knees. A hand touched my long salt and pepper hair as I moved to her inner
thighs. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I kissed them softly; first one then the other as my Lolita
moaned. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My hands lifted her thighs as she placed her legs over my
shoulders. I could smell her arousal. I</span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"> wrapped my arms around her thighs and slid my hands to her
delicate pussy. It was moist and shiny from our hot kissing. I used both thumbs
to slide up and down her juicy slit preparing it for my tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh my God!” she whispered as my tongue slipped up her slit
like a kid on an ice cream cone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Again and again, I licked and again and again, she said, “Oh
my God!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I nudged her pussy open with my nose and darted my long warm
tongue in and out as she wiggled and panted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My right thumb brushed her clit as my tongue slurped on her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Ohhhh...FUCK!” she screamed as her legs began to tremble.
Finally, I knew I was in my element. I wet my right forefinger from her juices
and rubbed it around her tiny asshole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She flinched and squirmed and almost protested as my wet
finger urged its way up her ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh God...Oh fuck...Baby...you’re driving me crazy!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">That was all the inspiration that I needed. My finger picked
up the pace in her ass, matching my tongue in her hot pussy until I sensed a
wave of pleasure uncoiling from inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Lolita bucked against my mouth and finger and as I looked
over her tummy I watched her toss her head back and forth as she cried, “Oh,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …FUCK ME!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My finger pounded into her hot ass quickly as my tongue
sucked on her puffy clit. Her juices began to flow over my chin inspiring me to
fuck her. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I was on top of her burying my big thick cock in her tiny
cunt before she knew what happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh God yesss..I’ve waited so long for this baby! Fuck my
little pussy!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She hooked her arms around my neck tightly as her legs
wrapped around my ass. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I kissed her harder than I had kissed anyone in a long time,
and she made me feel like no one had ever kissed her that way before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Now, stuffed with my big cock, she rode me perfectly to a
mind blowing orgasm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Lolita sobbed as she arched her back and kept thrusting, sending
our mixture squirting from her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh dear God…I never EVER imagined this!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It was one of those moments that we get to experience in
life that imprints your brain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I lay on top of her and kissed her all the way down River
Street.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She was still kissing my neck as the drivers voice came
through the speaker, “Excuse me Mr. Crown. Shall I do another lap or take you to
the hotel ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">We looked in each other’s eyes grinning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I pushed the intercom button and replied, ‘The hotel!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My Lolita grinned as she massaged my heavy balls, “Oh player…you
sure about that?” then kissed and slurped on my throbbing cock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Then lit a cigarette and French inhaled slowly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">This online lover was more than I expected.</span><br />
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Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-43325973351422673322013-01-24T11:47:00.001-08:002013-06-11T19:26:22.332-07:00Aisle Six<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN"></span><br /></span>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit;">During football season, everyone hung out at Tommy's on Sundays. After all, he had the biggest place and the biggest flat-screen that money could buy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was his usual crowd with his wingman and best friend Buddy, along with his assortment of college pals and some very hot ladies that knew the best place to meet men had to be Tommy's place on Sunday afternoons. It helped if they knew anything about football...most of them didn't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">During half-time Tommy announced he was off to te grocery store to replenish the beer and condiments. It was there that our story begins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As he strolled up and down the aisles grabbing his favorite snacks, and a couple more deli trays, he turned down aisle six. Pickles were a must so he stopped and picked up a jar of his favorites and before he could place it in his cart, a tall good looking woman in her early thirties took the jar from his hand and set the pickles back on the shelf and chose another brand and handed it to him. She smiled, turned and pushed her cart on ahead. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He looked at the brand she had chosen, and didn't like the way the pickles looked. They looked kinda squishy. Tommy liked crisp dill pickles, so he put them back and grabbed his first choice and tossed it in his cart and continue down aisle six.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The tall woman was near the other end of the aisle, when he noticed her again. Tommy, at 6'5" thought she must be another 6'' footer, with long lean legs, narrow hips and a splendid ass. </span></div>
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Must be fresh from a workout </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">he thought as he noticed she had on black spandex speedos, and a loose sweatshirt that rode slightly off her delicate right shoulder. Her chestnut hair was piled loosely on the top of her head, secured by God knows what.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She looked interesting. Her fragrance was still in the air around him. He shook his head. It made no sense, to turn on the charm now, when he had pussy coming out of his ears already. Raven, Lola, Eva, Kelly...her mother Kate, the preachers wife were already signed up on his available anytime list. Why add another?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Besides, Biloxi was a small town, and he was already bumping into them all over town.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But, he was a player, and players always make room on their plates for something fresh. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So, he strolled along pushing his basket and walked on by stopping a few feet ahead of her to grab the Mayonnaise. Once again, the woman walked up to him, and took his Helmanns and exchanged it for Miracle Whip and handed it to him, then walked away. He put the Miracle Whip back, and made a snatch for his Helmanns and set the jar in his cart next to his Classic pickles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Damn woman. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He'd had enough of her, so he swung his cart around, and went in the opposite direction, figuring he'd be better off without some health nut anyway. He smoked, drank, ate red meat, and had an appetite for sweets. He was fit, muscular, and exercised daily, but didn't consider his lifestyle particularly healthy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If he pursued her, he thought, she would be one of those pain in the ass fucks, that would give him instructions as to how,and where to put his Johnson. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fuck that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As he whipped around the end of the aisle, there she was. Nose to nose with his cart. He looked up at her, after surveying his cart for damages.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Since this was the first time he got a look at her face, he took it all in slowly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wow!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Big blue eyes, perfect eyebrows, long lashes, and stunning lips coated in pink lip gloss. And with her hair tossed up and her sweatshirt trying to fall off, and erection was imminent. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">They stood silent for a moment. He'd already checked her out, but she hadn't seen him full on face to face. Another Wow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She was looking down at her cart and saw he was wearing shorts that showed off his muscular calves, powerful thighs, and a generous crotch. His six pack was tanned and easy to see, since he was wearing one of those half tee shirts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Okay, she'd seen a lot of nice bodies before. No big deal. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But, when she saw that movie star face, with its square jaw and dimpled chin, full lips, under a modest nose, centered between ocean blue eyes, resting under a soft mane of sandy hair...well, she was done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Well, hell-ohhh, again." She said with her best sexy voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy growled, "You smashed my pickles."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"What"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"My pickles. You smashed them." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His pickle jar was in the front of his cart and wounded beyond repair. Dying a slow death leaking pickle juice all over the end of aisle six. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I told you not to get those pickles. They're too hard."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I don't care for squishy pickles."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Well, they're squishy now."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"And whose fault is that?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She glanced down. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Guess they weren't wearing their seat belts, so the fault is yours...not mine."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Are you always so annoying?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Are you always so arrogant?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I asked you first."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I'm annoying?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"See, you answer a question with a question. That's annoying."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"You are arrogant. I withdraw my question."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Good."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Fine." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She whipped her cart around his and stepped away briskly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Crazy bitch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He shoved his cart through his pickle juice and mumbled to the pimple faced stock boy next to him, "Clean up on aisle six"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She had gone left, so he went right. He grabbed his whole grain bread, Cheerios, and Uncle Bens Rice and headed for the check out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With less than twenty items, the express lane offered him a hasty exit. The line was short, so he slid in behind a chubby little woman that was as wide as she was tall. She had one boogie picker on her hip and another one tugging on her chubby elbow. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He glanced in her full cart, "Uhh, lady, this is the express lane."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She looked over her shoulder at him, "Good, 'cause I'm in a hurry. Jasper has to shit." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nodding her head at the elbow tugger. Perfect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He took a step back and hung his ass on another cart. Naturally, it was the annoying sex kitten/health nut.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"You again." He grumbled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I feel exactly the same way."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Back up before Jasper shits on me."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Who's Jasper?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"The one on her hip...I think"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She smiled, "Do you always have this much drama when you grocery shop?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Not just grocery shopping. Drama tends to follow me around."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"So, you're a drama magnet."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Clearly, now will you back up?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She backed up laughing, as Jasper did his business all over momma's Reeboks.. Wonderful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy made it out just in time and swung his cart around and sped away to a safer checkout where he was joined by Miss Annoying. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Are you following me?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Honey, you have me hooked. I just don't want to miss anything."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Okay, then stick around. It shouldn't take long for disaster to strike."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Oh, I doubt it. I mean, what could possibly happen now?" The woman held her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy grinned, "Anything. Everything. Hell, I'm even starting to like you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She laughed, "Part of my charm. I took annoying classes. What's your name drama magnet?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Tommy.' He began unloading his cart on the conveyor as he winked at her..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Suits you. I'm Kit."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He glanced up, "Hi , Kit. Having a nice day?" and continued digging his items out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It started kinda crappy, but I must admit, it's gotten a whole lot better since I came grocery shopping!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He took a couple of steps forward as the clerk began scanning his items. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Suddenly, balloons dropped from the sky and loud band music came out of nowhere, as a smiling bald dude came running out to shake his hand, carrying a big envelope. He shook his hand rapidly while saying, "Congratulations. You're our one millionth customer!! You've won a years worth of groceries AND a Hawaiian Vacation for two!!!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The local newspaper reporter began quizzing him, while the papers photographer snapped a few candid shots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He turned to the sex kitten, who had squatted on the floor, laughing in her hands. She looked up at him, with tears of laughter in her eyes. She nibbled on her bottom lip and shook her head. He bent down, in front of her, "Told ya." She kissed him on the mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"You sure did sweetheart. I'll never doubt you again."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He took her hands and pulled her up into a long embrace, complete with several warm kisses. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Click. Click. Click. More candid snapshots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit grinned, "Shit"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Problem?" Tommy asked. Kit shook her head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Good. I have to go with this guy to sign something. Wait for me." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit replied, "Oh, don't worry about that hon. I told you...I'm hooked."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She checked out and pushed her cart to the wall and sat on the bench. Her mind was a blur of pickles,mayonnaise, crashed carts, and slippery floors...snotty nosed kids, and shit laden diapers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Most of all, she thought of Tommy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why had this amazing man come into her life today? Today of all days. The very day her husband announced he was leaving her and the kids for a twenty something nitwit? Why?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit was 35and still had plenty of fire left. She never refused Frank. Oh, there were plenty of times she wanted to, but she was his wife and that's what wives were supposed to do. No warm ups though. No sweet words or kisses. Just climb on and get off. A lot of things had her mind swimming. She had never cheated before but today...well, people come in and out of our lives for different reasons. Maybe this Tommy had some answers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy came out, "Let's get out of here!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit hopped to her feetas he dropped his two plastic bags in her cart and took the helm. She tucked her arm through his as they walked out, looking very much like a happily married couple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once outside, in the bright sun, he slid his shades from the top of his sandy hair to his nose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Which way?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit pointed to the last aisle by the street. She held the front of the basket directing him to the rear of her her silver mini van. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy laughed, "This yours?" She popped the hatch and held her hand in to keep the soccer balls from rolling out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Yeah, why?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy pointed, at the red Porsche, that was parked nose to nose with hers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Mine!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately then said, "Looks like I've hit you twice today." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He shoved the cart away, "Do those seats...." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She cut him off, "Recline? They sure do. Want to take a nap with me?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Maybe after...depends."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"On?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"If you wear me out."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Oh, I'll do my best hon." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She walked to the side door and reached in and let the back seats fold into the floor. She climbed in and closed the door. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Coming baby?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He crawled in and pulled the hatch down behind him, slapping a couple of soccer balls out of the way. He looked up and Kit had already taken off her sweatshirt and had her back arched tugging off her Speedos. She kicked them from her feet and slid her feet back raising her knees. She let her knees fall to the side, revealing her shaved pussy to him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy grinned and crawled between her legs and began kissing her silky thighs. Kit moaned softly and ran her fingers through his soft hair. His lips were closer now and his hot breath made her moan again. This time , a little louder. Then his thumbs spread her purple pussy lips, revealing her wet pussy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ahhh...yes baby...yes." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit cried softly. She held the back of his head clutching his hair between her fingers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He slowly started his tongue around the inside of her lips as he rubbed the outside with his thumbs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ohh baby...damn that feels good." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His tongue slipped inside for a few sample tastes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ohhhh. Yesssss." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit rolled her hips to match his licks. She was smiling at her good luck as she pushed her pussy against his mouth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"You like this baby? Eating my pussy?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He glanced up at her and saw her playing with her nipples.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I do. Your pussy is stunning, smells fresh, and tastes delicious. I could do this all day."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Me, too...Just don't forget to fuck me."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I promise. I won't forget."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I haven't seen your cock...show me." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He slipped his right hand thumb in his waist band and dragged them to his knees then wriggled them down to his feet. He got on his knees and let his cock spring up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ohh dear God..Come here." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She sat up and grabbed hold of his thick shaft with her left hand and rubbed the head against her slippery pink lips. They parted slightly, so she could slip her tongue out for a taste.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"MMMMM.....did you say something about stunning and delicious?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He didn't answer as he caressed her face. She opened wide and went down him. All the way down. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"MMMMMMMMMMM" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She pulled her mouth up, slowly sucking him hard until she heard a loud 'pop'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She gasped for air refilling her lungs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Put it in me...please baby. I need you so fucking bad."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy laid on her and with one thrust, it was in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ohh Goddd." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit bucked against him like she really meant she needed him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He whispered, "Like that baby?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"More than you could possibly know." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Her soft voice in his ear inspired him. He started pumping into her harder now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"That's right..fuck me hard. I don't mind." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy felt her long legs wrapped around his ass squeezing him tight. He was taking long hard strokes as he felt her fingernails down his back. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kit bucked hard against him...so hard he felt her pelvic bones smashing against his. Her tongue dove in his mouth and slipped around his throat. She felt her orgasm along her spine first. Then pulled from the kiss and tensed up and screamed, "TOMMY!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She flooded his cock and balls with her fresh juices. Her legs quivered when she sobbed, "Oh, shit..Oh shit...oh, there's more baby!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He pulled out of her and went to her lips with the tip of his cock. Kit opened her mouth as she masturbated . Her hand was moving so fast he could hardly see it, but he heard the fast squishing sounds, which made his cock spurt on her lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She opened wide and said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," as the tip of his cock squirted warm cum in her mouth. One squirt, two, three, four, five hot shots that she let accumulate before swallowing. She pulled her cum soaked fingers, from her pussy and shared them with him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ohh Baby...baby,baby, baby...damn...what a great fuck this was. Where the hell have you been and why didn't you get here ten years ago?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tommy kissed her softly, leaned back and said, "You weren't ready for me then."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Well, I'm sure's hell ready for you now. Your mouth tastes like you smoke."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Probably because I do. I'd like one right now since you brought it up. Do you mind?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Mind? Honey, my husband made me quit three years ago. I've craved one every day since. Light one up for us."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He slipped a Marlboro Light in his mouth and lit it. She put her mouth close to share his inhale. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tiny wisps of smoke curled around her wet lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Fuck...that's great. I loved smoking. And I gave it up for nothing. Fucker!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She laid in his arms and took the cigarette from him and dragged it deep. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Nothing? Why? What do you mean?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Fucker left me...today in fact. That's why I'm here. He's packing his truck and I didn't want to hang around, so I came grocery shopping. And now look what's happened. Just don't fuck it up and tell me you're married."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She French inhaled slowly, thoughtfully..."Man, what a story this would make, huh?"</span></div>
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</span>Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-63570437377672923892013-01-17T17:36:00.002-08:002013-06-11T19:27:59.881-07:00Come To Momma, Joey Chapter Two<span style="font-family: inherit;">She raised her ass in the air, and Joey grabbed her bottoms by the waist band and slowly tugged them down. He was in a hurry, but wanted to take his time and preserve every inch of her ass in his memory for future reference.</span><br />
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He leaned slightly forward as she raised her ass higher so she could drag them over her knees. His heart jumped when he saw her asshole, then really jumped when her plump pussy appeared.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It looked like a taco..a delicious, meaty taco, that was already moist and shiny.</span><br />
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<em>Ohhh. I want that in my face...I want to lick it till she squirts on my chin...What should I do? Would she see me if...if I jacked off?</em></span><br />
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"Huh?" He wondered if she'd 'heard' his thoughts.</span><br />
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"Nothing. I thought you said something." </span><br />
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She calmly dragged on her cigarette, even though her pulse had quickened,just knowing her ass was being rubbed by her son. After making a few circles on her cheeks, his left hand started massaging her left ass cheek. He was squeezing it firmly, letting her know she was turning him on.</span><br />
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His right hand thumb slowly rubbed up and down inside her crack. His breathing became short as his thumb kept getting closer and closer to her asshole.<em> </em></span><br />
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<em>Ohh, fuck...I wonder what she'd say if I just slipped it in slowly. My cock will probably spurt if I do that!</em></span><br />
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She could tell he was breathing hard, and knew that he had touched himself a few times. His right hand had to be somewhere while his left hand was squeezing her ass. And it sure wasn't in her crack!</span><br />
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"You CAN touch me, baby."</span><br />
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"Would you like that, mom?" </span><br />
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"Oh, yeah...go on and touch me Joey...it's okay." </span><br />
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The only heart she heard pounding was hers.</span><br />
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He slid his fingers down her ass crack and ran his forefinger around her asshole as Dottie squirmed and said, "Squirt some oil up my ass, baby."</span><br />
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<em>Ohh Goddd...Yes, baby ...please finger fuck my ass!</em></span><br />
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His cock was leaking, so he reached in his shorts, and collected his pre cum, "I have something better...I hope you like it." then rubbed it around her asshole.</span><br />
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Dottie was stunned, "Baby, is that what I think it is?"</span><br />
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He grinned as he slipped his forefinger in her slick asshole.</span><br />
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"Ohhh my God....baby...that feels so good."</span><br />
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"Ohh, kinda...but I prefer your cum over coconut oil anyday.."</span><br />
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"You're my man now Joey...Do it baby. Do it."</span><br />
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He got on his knees and slipped his trunks off, then knee walked between her legs. He took his stiff cock and ran it up and down her crack, depositing a few more drops around her hole. Then he pushed her silky legs wide apart, laid down and started finger fucking her ass.</span><br />
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Dottie picked up his rythm quickly, and began bucking against his knuckles that were pressed against her hot ass.</span><br />
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He leaned on his left elbow and smiled as he watched his middle finger go in and out of his mothers ass. Dottie was now picking up the pace. She bucked hard, and he rammed hard. She thought for a moment that she might faint. But, she didn't.</span><br />
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Instead, she screamed, "Faster baby...want to see momma cum?"</span><br />
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"Ohh God...YES! Oh, please cum momma...please, please cum!"</span><br />
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He rammed her as hard and fast as he could and she began showering his face with her juices.</span><br />
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"Ohhh baby, ohhh baby...I love you sooo much..." she cried.</span><br />
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He leaned down and pulled her spurting cunt to his lips. "I love you, too." he said as he lapped up her juices.</span><br />
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"Ohhh, that's right...be a good boy and drink from mommas pussy, baby...It's all for you."</span><br />
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"All?" he asked as he dragged his tongue from her pussy to her ass slowly.</span><br />
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"All...you can have all of momma..." </span><br />
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She held the back of his head , forcing his mouth to stay on her while she emptied her pussy juices into his mouth. He swallowed, slurped, and swallowed some more.</span><br />
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"Mmmmmm. Did you like that, baby?"</span><br />
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Joey wiped his chin with the back of his hand, "I loved it...I want more." then put his cum soaked hand to her red lips where she licked it clean.</span><br />
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"Me, too. Lots more. First, let's share a cigarette, and then we'll figure out what to do next."</span><br />
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"Easy one. I want to fuck you."</span><br />
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"And I want to fuck you,too. I want to fuck you all day."</span><br />
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"We can and we will. But, first, kiss me....kiss me passionately. I know you have wanted to for a long time."</span><br />
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"Your lips always look so moist and creamy...I'd love to kiss you mom."</span><br />
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" That's my boy. I want you to taste my lips, and the inside of my mouth, and I sure as hell want to taste yours."</span><br />
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"Ok, and then?"</span><br />
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"Then we fuck."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing says summertime in Hollywood, California more than hot young girls in faded cutoff jeans and a bikini top.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As John Branson and his daughter Jenny drove down Sunset Boulevard, one such young girl was standing off the curb with her thumb out. At 8:00 am, it seemed early for the hitchhikers to be out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh, daddy! Let’s pick her up!” Jenny said as she leaned forward on the dash of the Mercedes 500SEL.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Maybe…but she’s hotter than Hell, dad. C’mon. Where’s that spirit of adventure that has me loving you so damn much?” Jenny lit a cigarette as John pulled to the curb, moving up slowly to the young girl, still fifty yards in front of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny blew the smoke from the edge of her lips as she softly touched her daddy’s chin. Her tongue outlined his mouth, then she said breathlessly, “You’re the greatest…thank you daddy.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The young girl turned as she heard the black Mercedes crawling behind her and stepped up on the curb. John came to a stop as Jenny powered her window down. “Hey, hop in hon!” Jenny’s raspy voice was always sexy to men and women.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The young girl hung one arm on the top of the car and leaned down to see whose voice had made her young pussy tingle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Both girls stared as they did a slow analysis of each other. She stared at Jenny’s pouty red lips as smoke curled around them before drifting to her ocean blue eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny stared back at the young girls orange lips, heavily glossed like most street hookers. She looked into her dark, mysterious eyes and thought this young girl was the most stunning little hooker she’d ever seen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As if the young girl had read her mind, she announced, “I’m no fucking hooker. I just need a ride.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Hey, we’re offering you a ride, so hop in.” The firm voice of a high priced attorney usually gets attention, and it got hers. It also made her young pussy tingle again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She opened the right rear door, tossed her backpack on the floor, and slid in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Smoke poured from Jenny’s lips as she turned sideways and draped her arm over her seat. “What’s your name hon?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That was twice now that this blond, pony tailed cheerleader type had called her ‘hon’. She felt her face flush, her pussy twitch both times! There was just something about Jenny that turned her on. She wasn’t usually turned on by rich, stuck up cheerleader types, but in less than two minutes, she knew that Jenny Branson was something special. Maybe it was the way her eyes drooped so sexily when she spoke. Her voice was thick, and raspy due to her chain smoking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But, it was the way Jenny looked at her that made her wet. Like she wanted her, needed her, and with any luck, was going to have her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Amy…yours?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Jenny…and this handsome devil is my dad…John..” Jenny kissed him on the lips as he turned his head slightly, keeping an eye on the traffic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ok, it slammed into Amy like a sledgehammer to the chest. John and Jenny were so much more than father and daughter. Another pussy twitch had now moistened her soft cotton panties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Got it..so you guys are uhh…lovers?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh, fuck yeah! I mean…c’mon Amy…look at him! Who wouldn’t want this gorgeous creature between their legs!” Jenny drew hard on her cigarette before finger flipping it out on Sunset.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy was shocked when Jenny’s head disappeared into John’s lap. She tried to look away because John was staring at her in the rear view mirror.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She smiled at him, and decided to have some fun of her own. Her right hand slipped down her tummy slowly before tucking under her waistband. Her unshaved mound tickled her fingertips as they prodded her pussy lips. Running her middle finger up and down her tiny slit made her even wetter. With one swift curl, it darted in her warm cunt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">John adjusted his mirror as Jenny sucked him slowly. Her soft moans stirred John and Amy simultaneously.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy mouthed, “For you daddy.” As she finger fucked herself slowly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He mouthed back, “I want you!” as his eyes helped his pleading.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“You can have me!” Amy mouthed as she licked her juices from her finger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny felt her daddy’s cock swelling in her warm mouth thinking she was the cause of his sudden excitement. She picked up the pace and bobbed up and down while squeezing his big balls.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy heard it all and matched the rhythm coming from the front seat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She bucked against her three fingers hard, arching her back not only because it felt good, but it showed John her dripping pussy with her fingers slamming in and out of it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The intensity built for all of them as sex sounds filled the cabin of the luxury sedan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny assuming he was talking to her, hummed an answer on his cock. “Umm hummm.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Suddenly, guttural sounds roared around them in concert. John exploded in his daughters mouth as Amy squirted on the back of the soft palomino leather seat Jenny was occupying and gasped loudly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy smiled and crooked her finger, “I’d be better if you’d hop back here and share some of that sweet stuff with me!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Give it to me baby! Amy pleaded.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny leaned to her open orange mouth and dribbled her daddy’s cum in slowly. In seconds they were deep kissing and cum swapping as John took hold of his cock at the corner of Sunset and Highland.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy held the back of Jenny’s head and said, “Give me some of his cum…just drop it on my clit!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He whipped to the curb in front of Louis Vuitton’s and parked. Turning in his seat, he enjoyed watching the girls smoke kissing and fondling one another.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jenny broke from the kiss and said, “Daddy? Would you like some of this? You secret condo is just blocks away.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“What about the beach, honey?” John replied.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Amy answered, “The beach will be there tomorrow…if you want me you both can have me, but it has to be today. I’m outta here first thing in the morning.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The invitation glared back at me from the top of the dresser
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I knew my best friend Danny and his wife, Amy would be there
and knew how much they had changed in ten years. Danny had joined a gym
revamped his odd shaped body nicely. Oh, he was losing some hair, but on Danny,
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Then I focused on the teachers. BHH had some knockouts and
the one that stood out in my mind was Jilly Sands. Mrs. Sands was my biology
teacher my senior year and I paid close attention to her as she walked around
the room. Actually, too close. I was never quite sure if she knew I was rubbing
the outline of my cock resting on my thigh under the desk, but if she did, she
never said anything. My cock started swelling at the possibilities if Mrs.
Sands were crazy enough to attend. I grinned at the thought. Would she really
be here?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It was Jilly Sands that gave me my first gold chain for my
17<sup>th</sup> birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had a gold
medallion about the size of a quarter on it with my zodiac sign(Gemini)
emblazoned in the face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Ah, well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I glanced around my hotel room and took in the grandeur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">At least the accommodations were nice. Familiar, but nice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The Beverly Hills Hotel was the venue and the entire graduation
class of Beverly Hills High, 1987 were booked in the hotel. I was in 304, a
room said to have been the home of “Bugsy Siegel” whenever he was in town in
the 40’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">This reunion promised a grand gala full of ‘reminiscence and
romance’ according to the invitation I now had in my hand. If there’s one thing
Beverly Hills does well, it’s the art of throwing grand galas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I took the last few sips of my Corona and set the long neck
down on the Hemingway dresser with its smoked glass top. The invitation said to
bring it for admittance which amused me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">After flying to LA from New York and leaving my grade ‘A’
pussy Lisa at home already had my nuts twisted. Best not be refusing the kid
voted “Most Handsome” and “Most Likely to Succeed” entrance to this shindig for
forgetting a shitty little invitation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Yeah, they know me. They left out crazy, arrogant, and
obnoxious, but that was only because my father was on the board of directors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Well, fuck it. I slipped the damn thing in the inside pocket
to my two tone black on black Armani, picked up the card key and walked out of
304 and strolled down the red carpeted hallway to the gold elevators.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The elevator ‘pinged’ as the doors crept open. The elevator
was crowded with my former classmates and I had to endure, “Hey, look! It’s
Garrett! How are you buddy?” four or five times before I stepped in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Fuck me. This was exactly what I was dreading. All the phony
back slapping from assholes I barely knew , and those phony air kisses from
girls that used to spend Saturday nights at the drive in movies with their
heads in my lap sucking on my cock while I ate buttered popcorn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Well, it is what it is, so I stepped in already in a foul
mood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My mood changed the instant I saw her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly Sands was standing stoically in the rear corner and
her eyes dropped to the mosaic floor when she saw me. I stopped in my tracks as
the glad handers and back slappers continued their greetings and stared at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly was wearing a black strapless gown that showed ample
cleavage. Her neck was adorned with a black velvet choker with a mother of pearl
cameo snugging her skin. With full lips that looked wet and slippery, blue eyes
that still gave me chills, and her hair twisted and piled on top of her head,
Miss Jilly had my cock straining against my slacks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">As she raised her head slowly and peeked between the crowd’s
shoulders, I came back into her view. Yes, we still had snap. Snap is that magical
moment when longing eyes meet with such wonder and promise. Her tongue took a
lap around her already wet lips before she nibbled on her bottom lip. A single
tear formed under her right eye as I stepped through the crowd and took her
hand in mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Mrs. Sands.” I pulled the back of her hand to my moist
lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Garrett. Lovely Garrett Carr. How wonderful to see you!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She pulled my hand to her breasts and hugged me with her
other hand holding her ‘coach’ handbag, and began rubbing her cheek to mine.
Then whispered, “I was hoping to see you here” and kissed my ear softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Her warm breath on my sensitive ear triggered an instant
erection. We stood in silence as my classmates and her former students resumed
their whooping and hollering and just stared at one another. Our hands dropped
to our sides where Jilly slyly curled her little finger around mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">By the time the elevator doors opened, neither of us took a
step until it emptied. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">We looked at each other and grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Shall we?” Just two simple words that spoke volumes. The
normal person would have assumed she meant ‘shall we’ leave the elevator and
head down to the reunion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">But, I’m anything but normal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I simply took her hand and led her to room 304, slid the
card key through the lock quickly and shoved the door opened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">A quick glance and smile told me that not being normal was
precisely what the teacher expected of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly stepped in first, kicked off her Gucci stilettos,
tilted her head from one shoulder to the other as she removed her earrings. By
the time she stepped into the bedroom, I had my Italian loafers, my jacket, and
shirt off and was working on my belt buckle when she stopped bedside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She had her back to me and glanced seductively over her
shoulder, “My zipper hun?” then shoved her shoulders back causing the dress to
loosen as I unzipped it to her ass. The designer dress slid to her bare feet
before she turned around and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks causing
them to drop to the white carpeted floor. In return, I reached behind her and
unsnapped her black bra. She shrugged her shoulders and I caught the bra in my
hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I had always dreamed of kissing Jilly Sands, and came close
once or twice, but her hand always seemed to find my chest just before our open
mouths were about to touch. Society’s attitudes towards such behavior was much
different in the 80’s and I was only 17 to her 27. It was risky behavior for
her more so than me, so nothing ever happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">That wasn’t going to happen tonight. I felt her smooth hands
brush up and across my chest. My arms rested naturally over her shoulders as I
watched her nibble her bottom lip in quiet anticipation of the kiss we both had
waited for …longed for, for over ten years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Tears welled in her eyes as her fingers touched the
medallion that dangled on the gold chain she had given me a lifetime ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Her left hand went to her lips as she smiled and said, “I
can’t believe you wore this tonight. How did you know that I was going to be
here? How did you know this would happen?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly shook her head involuntarily, “How Garrett? Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The questions just amped up the sexual atmosphere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“First, I never take it off. Second, Mrs. Sands, we have
always know this would happen sooner or later. Third, you knew damned well that
I would be here!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, Garrett!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The intake of air echoed off the vaulted ceilings as we
clamped our open mouths tight against one another’s. The nape of my neck felt
her delicate fingers stroking softly as our moans filled the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I held the back of her neck and laid her on the bed like I
would a dozen roses…ever so gently. My eyes roamed her body from her sculpted
calves, up her silky thighs, over her landscaped pussy and straight to her
pleading eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly scooted back on the bed and leaned against the stack
of multi colored decorative pillows. I leaned to her feet and kissed each one
softly. She moaned as I moved to her ankles and kissed them, too. My hands
needed to feel her golden calves and smell and taste her body lotion that had
my body craving hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, Garrett…oh baby…I’ve dreamed of this very thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“I have too…I plan on going nice and slow so I can savor
each moment.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">As my tongue licked her inner thighs alternating from one to
the other, Jilly moaned , “Oh God…baby, you’re killing me!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I rubbed her wet slit with my thumbs before opening them by
the lips. I stretched them tight and kissed and licked each one separately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My teachers’ juices were already soaking the white satin
sheets when I began lapping at her hole. The prized nub was red and swollen. My
mouth fit nicely over her pussy allowing me to suck on it and groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly’s legs suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and began
shivering. The first squirt hit the back of my throat and slid down. The next
one had more volume and pressure as it spilled from the seal around my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My cock was stiff and still as I laid on it. It was ready
for action and was about to get it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly cried out, “Yes..Yes..Yes…..YES!!” as she flooded my
mouth with every ounce of her tasty juices. Her ass lifted and bounced up and
down against my mouth as she kept squirting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It was now time to fuck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I slid up over her tummy and lifted my cock to her anxious
pussy at precisely the same instant that she thrust her hips at me. My stiff
cock slammed inside her warm hole and brushed her clit as it plunged deep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Once again, I tasted her ruby lips as we kissed hard and
long. It was clear this was meant to be as our bodies meshed perfectly, our
union tight and rhythmic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly moaned, “Oh fuck me baby! I’ve never been fucked like
this!” as I began taking longer strokes. The act of fucking my teacher had
taken me somewhere I’d not been before. Was it the simple fact that she had
once been off limits as my teacher? Maybe it was, but it seemed so much
more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The difference in Jilly and my ‘normal’ conquest was clear
to me. My other women let me fuck <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">them</i>
which always made me feel unimportant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly was fucking<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> me</i>
which made me feel loved and desired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">The motion of her lifting her ass off the bed to meet my
thrusts was intoxicating. With her arms hooked around my neck, her legs hooked
around my ass, and her constant moaning, “I love you Garrett” my balls sucked
up under the base of my swollen shaft and emptied themselves inside her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly screamed, “GARRETT!” and started shaking violently as waves
of pleasure slammed between her legs. My cock kept spurting as I kept stroking
in and out of her hot pussy, faster and faster until she screamed again, “GAR…RETT!”
then squeezed me tight and grunted a long orgasm out, “Uughhhghhhhuhhh!” and
flushed herself over me and the white satin sheets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">With resolve I had never experienced, I arched my back for
one last thrust. My cock slammed hard to her cervix and coated it with my thick
cream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">My beautiful teacher screamed as her hands squeezed my ass
while she pulled me tighter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Awwwwwwwwhhhgggeeez!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I growled as our climaxes met soaking both of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">We lay in total silence except for the panting for a long
time enjoying the afterglow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Baby, don’t pull it out yet.” Jilly said breathlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">With my elbows holding my weight off her, I replied, “Oh, I
have no intention of pulling it out teacher. It took me ten years to get in,
and I’m damned sure in no hurry to get out!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">That must have been the right thing to say at the right time
as Jilly began to giggle. “Baby, I always knew you would be exactly like this.
You definitely didn’t disappoint me, but you did surprise me!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I finally slid from inside her, swiveled on my ass and
tossed my legs over the side of the bed. I combed my long hair with my open
fingers and heard the hiss of a butane lighter. I glanced over my shoulder as
Jilly lit a cigarette. Smoke wafted around her face lazily as she looked at me.
“What?” she asked with a puzzled expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“I didn’t know you smoked.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">How was she to know I had developed a smoking fetish?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“I’m sorry. Shall I put it out?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I answered by kissing her open mouth inhale and licking the
insides of her mouth before inhaling it from her. It startled her, but she
liked it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Now, just where did you learn that neat little trick?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I took the cigarette with its filter coated in red and
dragged on it. “Jilly Sands…you’re not the only woman to ever teach me things
you know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Jilly joined me on the side of the bed where she dangled her
feet as she ran her hand across my back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“Well, I never taught you any of this..but someone taught
you well.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Our mouths pressed tight once again as we enjoyed a nice
long smoky make out session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Eventually, after another more subdued round of sex, we
showered together and redressed for the reunion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">As the elevator doors closed Jilly asked, “Baby, do you
really want to go to this damn reunion?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">At first I thought she just didn’t want the class of ’87 to
know we were now, at least for this moment in time, a couple. But, after
thinking about it for a second, I knew that’s just not who Jilly Sands was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">“I’d be proud for the class to see us together Garrett. If
you really want to go, then let’s go in hand in hand. I want you to dance with
me and hold me tight. I want my neck smothered in your kisses and your warm
tongue licking my lips. I want your classmates to know that tonight, I am your
woman….and you are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my man.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">After a very brief but highly enjoyable period of time in
the ballroom, we danced and kissed exactly like Jilly Sands had instructed.
Naturally, that made her former students and my former classmate’s crazy with
envy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">We went back to 304 and stayed there for four days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">That was my class reunion May, 1997. Unforgettable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tommy Crownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547349373934181831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952046043051073341.post-50247031425576608882012-09-04T15:02:00.004-07:002013-06-11T19:30:26.996-07:00Come To Momma, Joey<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The sun was high and beating down on the exposed back of Dottie as she lay on her tummy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
The chaise lounge by the pool had a giant beach towel with dolphins splashing about that she was using to protect her skin from the hot plastic.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Dottie had great tits, and a nice ass. Everyone said she was beautiful, but that was a long time ago. Now, at 40, as the few wrinkles around her eyes appeared, the compliments stopped. They shouldn't have. What's a couple of tiny wrinkles anyway?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Her son, Joey never saw them, and if he did, he never mentioned them. What he did see was her long black hair that spilled over her shoulders, deep set dark brown eyes, long eyelashes, a slender nose that usually had smoke trickling from both nostrils as it washed over her glossy red lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
She wasn't chubby exactly, but did have a few extra pounds due to her weakness for ice cream. None the less, Joey thought she was the sexiest fucking woman on the planet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
How many nights had he jacked off after she kissed him goodnight?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Her soft , creamy lips on his cheek almost embarrassed him more than once. When safely in bed, he would wipe her lipstick off with his forefinger and stick it in his mouth to help inspire him to jack off with a clearer picture of her delicious puckered lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
He had no clue that she wanted him the same way. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Everything was for him. That creamy red lipstick was for him. Her sexy smoking style was for him. Her revealing tops were for his eyes only. Those shorts that showed most of her ass cheeks and camel toes? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
For Joey, of course.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
After all, her husband John quit noticing her years ago. They only had sex now a few times a year, and that was mostly a quick blow job for him, and maybe some quick fingering of her pussy for her. Was she frustrated? Oh yeah!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Today, Joey was hanging on the edge of the pool, resting his chin on the back of his hands with his elbows pointing out.</span><br />
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Dottie was on her tummy, leaning on her elbows, watching her teen age son through her dark Ray Bans. A cigarette was poised by her glossy lips so she could drag on it leisurely, French inhaling for him, at her leisure. She saw his eyes light up every time the warm smoke chased over her lips in a rush to her nose. She deliberately followed that with a tiny touch of her tongue to her bottom lip.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
She knew he always watched her smoke. She also knew he usually got a hard on from it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Today was no different.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Joey had such a hard on that he couldn't figure out how to get out of the pool without her seeing it. He was a big boy at 18, and had an underwear models body. Tall, slender, six pack abs, slick hairless chest, and a nice full crotch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
He had her facial features; dark brooding eyes, rich full lips, high cheek bones, and a perfect nose. He was buff, sexy, and unfortunately her son. The son all of her lady friends wanted to fuck, and she was no different.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Joey graduated from high school three days ago, and the family had a big pool party yesterday. Dozens of hot chicks and studly guys were all splashing in the pool, or dancing under the large covered patio. Joey danced a little with his girlfriend Amber, but really wanted to dance with his mother, who in his eyes was much hotter than the rail thin Amber Sloan.</span><br />
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But, it didn't happen, couldn't happen because he was afraid his secret would be ...uhh..out?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Today was different. John was golfing, and wouldn't be home for hours, and would certainly be too drunk to notice her anyway. Amber was at the beach with her girlfriends, so the timing couldn't have been better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Dottie made the first move, "Joey, come here baby." as smoke poured from her lips.</span><br />
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"Huh?" Joey responded quickly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Come here. I feel like my backs on fire! I need you to rub some more lotion on me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Fuck.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Joey hesitated, "Ok, mom...just let me take a quick lap first!" then dove backwards showing his hard on to his mom, which was the very thing he was trying to avoid. The lap was supposed to take his mind off of touching her silky bronze skin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Unfortunately, it didn't work. After his lap, he grabbed the chrome pool ladder and pulled himself up, hard on and all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
She looked over her Ray Bans and sighed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
<em>I must be nuts. I want to fuck him so bad. I want to suck that delicious looking cock until he begs me to stop. Hmm. Maybe he wont.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><br />
He walked over to her with his dick making a nice point in his red bathing suit. She raised her head as he approached still dragging on her cigarette, sending smoke from her nose while she inhaled again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
<em> Just lay down and fuck me, baby. Oh, fuck me.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><br />
But, that's not what she said. "The lotion is on the table under the patio."</span><br />
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She dragged again, then continued, "And put this out for me will you, hon?" and handed him her Marlboro Light with its stained red filter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Sure, mom." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
He walked to the patio and snuck a drag just to taste her lips. He didn't want to take it out of his mouth, but did as he reached for the coconut oil.</span><br />
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While his back was turned, Dottie fucked with her tight bottoms, pulling the waist band down so he could see plenty of her crack, and tugging up the leg holes allowing a view of her pussy...not much, just enough to provoke him into action.</span><br />
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He turned back and headed towards her with his eyes glued to her now very visable ass.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
<em>What the fuck mom? You're killing me. Oh, man. Turn over. Turn over and spread your legs. Pu...leeze!</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><br />
<em> </em>Naturally, she didn't. That was just a fantasy, or was it?</span><br />
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He sat on the edge of the chaise and trickled oil over her back. " Nice baby. That oil feels really nice. Now rub it all over my back. Just take your time Joey."</span><br />
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His big hands began rubbing her slowly, "Uhh...mom?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Hmm?" She glanced back at her handsome son and grinned.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Your...uh, strap is sorta in the way.."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Just untie it sweetheart."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
He untied the black string and leaned over just a bit and watched as her cup fell flat, revealing the sides of her smooth tits.</span><br />
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"Is that better, baby?" She asked as she lit another cigarette.</span><br />
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Speechless, he responded with, "Uh huh." then began rubbing her back in big circular motions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
His hands felt so good on her as she moaned softly, "I hope you have lots of time for this. I could let you do this all day" then dragged slowly on her cigarette.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Joeys dick was urging at his waistband. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"I 'll do it for as long as you like, mom." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
His hands teased her ass when they brushed over her crack.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Mom?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Yes, baby?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
"Uhh, your bottoms?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Ok, the moment of truth.<em> </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><br />
<em> Maybe I can see her pussy. Ohh fuck. I'm crazy.</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><br />
<em> </em>Dotties hear raced. <em>Ohhh fuck..Yessss!</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><em></em><br />
<em> </em>"Just slip them off...if they're in the way."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
<em> </em><em>So, you want to see your mommas pussy, huh? You got it, baby. I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours. Fuck..I am crazy!</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: inherit;">***follow Joey and his mom in next weeks story when they go all the way***</span></em><br />
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