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Click hereAnd now their bodies moved with incredible speed and stamina together, his huge cock ramming her pussy harder and faster, his ass turning into a blur as he levered himself over her...sweat dripping from his face and chest, dripping down onto that small pearl ring, then onto her glistening breasts beneath him....
She released her grip on his arms then and extended her hands above her head as her hips continued to move against him. And now her eyes opened wider in surprise as the increasing intensity of her sexual excitement under this man.....She could feel it coming again. She couldn't believe the way she was feeling. She had never experienced an orgasm with straight intercourse with Keith. He was usually finished after only a few seconds. But this....this..
Her face was glistening with perspiration, her hair sticking to her forehead. Now she began moving her head from side to side, slowly at first, but gradually, imperceptibly, faster and faster, her hands clenching and unclenching now above her head, her knees spread as wide as they could possibly go....
And then it hit her....For a split second she was completely silent, her lips pulled back over her teeth.
Then, "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee omigod....ooooohhhhhhh.....give it to me baby....fill me now......fill me with your cockk......More cockkk....Morreee.....ooooooooohhhhhh! aaaahhhhhhh ohhhhhhh god yesss.....do it......do it nowwwwww
And then Bo bellowed like a great bear above her....."Yeahhhhhhhhhh...arrrgggggg." as he shot his hot seed again and again into her womb..
The room was silent then as they collapsed together on the bed, their hearts beating hard and fast, their breaths coming in deep gasps.
After many minutes went by, the two lovers gradually regained consciousness, and he brought her a glass of bourbon from the table.
"To adventure," he said, her ring, Keith's ring, glistening on the gold chain. "To adventure," she replied.
After they finished the drinks, he said, "Time for you to make a call."
"Why?" she said.
"Better call home. Tell your mom you're staying at Joni's tonight. Won't be home till tomorrow."
After she got off the phone, she returned to his bed, still naked.
After kissing him lightly, she reached down and stroked his cock, lightly, like a feather, as she asked, "Can you, um, go again?" feeling strangely shy. Remembering that once Keith was done, that was it.
He just chuckled as he took her into his huge arms.
* * *
Three days later
Kathy sat next to Keith on the couch in the gameroom of her parents' house. He had invited himself over.
"We need to talk," he said.
"What about?" she asked.
"Well, first of all, why aren't you wearing the ring?"
"Oh, well, I noticed it was just a little too large and it kept slipping off. So rather than lose it, I took it off. It's on my dresser at home. We'll have to get it resized."
"You can do what you want," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"Kathy, Joni told me about you going out with that guy who picked you up at the bar at the Sam Glance."
For a minute she couldn't think of anything to say. Instead of guilty, she felt, well, strangely defiant, as if we was a woman now, dealing with a boy.
"Keith, it didn't mean a thing. And it wasn't a pickup. He came into the bar a few times, and we just got to talking."
"So you did go out with him?" Keith's eyes narrowly searched her face.
"Just a couple drinks," she said. "It wasn't anything."
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"A club over on the other side of town. I don't even remember the name of it," she answered.
"You remember his name, at least?"
"His name was Bo, Keith."
"And after that?"
"What?" she played for time
"Kathy, where did you go after the club?"
"Well, if you must know, we went to his apartment."
"His apartment? You went out drinking with this, this...whatever, at a club, and then you went with him to his apartment?"
"That's right, but it didn't mean anything."
"Did you kiss him?" he asked.
"Well.....yes....I did."
"In his bed?" he asked, his voice quavering.
She paused. "Yes," she said quietly
"So you slept with him. On your first date. "
Before she thought about it, she blurted, "Well, if you really need to know, Keith, we didn't actually do much sleeping,"
Keith was having a hard time getting the words out.
"Were you naked?"
She paused. "Yes"
"Was he naked?"
"Yes"
Kathy wondered how far Keith would go with these questions.
"Kathy..."
"Yes."
"Did he make you cum?"
"None of your business."
"How many times?"
"What?"
His voice was strangely low and intense, "You heard me. How many times? How many times did he make you cum with him?"
"Jesus, Christ, Keith, I don't know how many times," she shouted at him. "It wasn't like we were in a math class or something."
And with that he got up.
"We're through, Kathy," he said, simply. "I thought I knew you and I guess I didn't. At all."
And he got up and walked out the door.
As Kathy sat alone, in silence, disjointed memories of her and Keith flooded her mind. Their first date. The endearing way that he first held her hand. Their first kiss in the back row of the movie theater. The high school football and basketball games they went to together. The high school proms when she felt so glamorous with him. The way their high school yearbook called them the perfect couple. Their vows to still think of each other after they went away to their separate colleges. The excitement of getting back together on holidays and in the summer. And the tender shy way he asked her to be his wife, to make a life together with him.
And then she remembered Bo. Bo's bed. Bo's cock. How he made her cry out for it. Over and over.
"I think I'll go down to the Sam Glance and hang out," she thought. "Maybe someone I know will come in."
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoBo does his usual thing.. pick 'em up fuck 'em then knock them up and exit for his next conquest.... He pawned her engagement ring. Plus, Weeks later, Kathy discovers she's got a S.T.D. After she gets an abortion, after she gets cleaned up... She "crawls" back to Keith. So, Keith ends up going back to the pawn shop where he had acquired the engagement ring and to his surprise, it's on display... Checking it out, he looks inside and sees the inscription he had the jeweler make on the inside.... Shows it to the pawn broker and tells him it's his fiance's ring that was stolen.... But he willingly buys it back.... Months later, Bo finally "gets his". Another seduction, this time, the woman has an insanely jealous Husband.
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iameaselabout 2 years agoDumb ass writes the same woman over and over again.
The best thing about him as an author is the fact that he left. Though judging by the useless garbage he wrote he posts under a new name these days.
And thought it was 4 years ago 1WiseSage is your typical woman hating misogynist Conservative who prefers, like most of his ilk that women are about a 1/2 step above blacks.
Anonymousover 2 years agoWell, a very hot story. Clearly, Keith and Kathy were too young to get engaged. Think of Kathy more as inexperienced in life than a whore. Too bad she lied about the ring and didn't do the right thing and just break up with Keith.
Seems like Joni did the right thing and didn't cover for Kathy.
Keith, also inexperience in life, did understand the moment and chose to grow up.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoThe author depicts a supposedly weak, maybe even spineless fiancé. Yet, when the difficult decisions have to be made, he makes them. He’ll be a great doctor.
She’ll be a great whore.
1WiseSageover 6 years ago... to the newest slut-whore cunt!!!
It's never a matter of "if", but only of "when" any woman cheats and turns into a slut-whore,
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoAnd what the hellI do not approve of cheating females, and I have even less regard for pussyhounds and how of course they are the most fantastic of fucks.
Even less for stupid husbands who risk marriages.
But what the hell. I only ever had one rule. First I do not have a 15'' dick thick as a beer can. I do however have what has been called the most talented of tongues, always having been told no one ever kissed them like that before. I was declared by a very experienced serial cheater, a mistress to a number of rich and famous men, pro athletes movie stars world reknowned. surgeons, now in her fifties and working on her second thousand group of lovers that I AM THE KING OF CONTROL. COMBINE those attributes with a great body strong hands patience and understanding of each female's needs such that the females I make love to are basically fucked senseless. No brag, their fact.
Also their is an 8 inch long thivkly veined cock due to milk exercises and aerobics. Add two and a half inches in width and snub nosed head that fares over its twu plus inch lengthto almost two and three quarter inches. When that most experienced lover failed to take even half of me in her mouth asking me if it made me feel good to know I was choking her, she insisted on potos and a tape to share with her bff slut friend. Wanted to make her jealous.
Oh yes the rule. I have never approached a married, egaged, or girlfriend. Word gets around I guess And they seek me out. Rule is simple, I do not flirt or charm them. They have to come up to me and actually tell me they want me to fuck them. If I know their husbands or boyfriends I refuse and caution them. I find out they cheat and I will tell husbands fiances boyfriends.
I ask those who I will fuck if it is worth losing everything, though I am discreet and never talk, they will want to share with their girlfriends. I do not do one night stands. I tell them we will meet a minimum of six times, experienced as I am every females has her own secret triggers which i insist on being able to find and use and that requires exploration and communication.
I refuse to talk about their husbands and listen to their litany of reasons for straying. I do not accept gifts, do not give gifts.
I seek only to give them the greatest pleasure I can and receive the same from them
I do not pretend or believe I am god's gift or the world's greatest.
I a merely a middle aged white male construction worker, no pretenses.
I began this behavior when my wife completely shutdown sexually and no amount of romance or counselingchanged her attitude. After one especially frustrating night for me, six months of no sex i awoke in the middle of the night with a steel erection pressed between her erfect plump cheeks and slowly roused her from sleep. Every one of my ministrations was wellreceived and encouraged. She was the sexual goddess i had once cherished then just as she was lifting her butt to slide her panties off she angriky erupted and told me to leave her alone. Angry words were exchanged and i told her something had to give. Over the years a number of females including her friends had blatantly propositioned me and i had turned them all down saying i was married and i loved my wife. I told her if she didn't change one day i would not say no. She told me to go ahead but i would never have sex with her again. She got red faced and sai i guess that isn't much of a threat is it. I begged her to see a doctor, told her how much i loved her and missed being with her and sharing the perfect sex we once had. No i didn't rush right out. In fact it was over a year later when and absolute goddess walked into a bar in Lincoln Montana I was working out of town. We held each other's gaze but said nothing. Five hours later as i was leaving the bar she came up to me and asked me totake her home and have sex with her. I almost declined, intrnded to decline, but i though of all the offers i had turned down and herwas the most gorgeous woman a dozen years younger than me and i knew at some future date i would regret not taking her in my arms
Over the next fifteen years i had ten relationships. I don.t go out on the town that often, when ido i am not on the make, and i have turned a number down. I especially regret a besutiful redhead who made it obvious she wanted me, said all the required words but she worked with a friend of my wife's
EEight years ago my wife was found to have last stge inoperable pancreatic cancer. I have not been out since
