“Well, that was a surprise. To those who may have clicked on what was supposed to be this story early Tuesday and were confused, well so was I. A little mix-up occurred which is all fixed now, hopefully. Many thanks to the fine folks at Literotica for their work in getting it all straightened out.
The third installment of Summer 1971 features the reuniting of David and his best friend Kenny, home from college and visiting at Lake George for a few days before heading back out west to school.”
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I woke sometime later, sweating and shaking, to the sound of rain outside that had now gotten considerably softer, and to the feeling of a swelling orgasm originating between my thighs. There was not much I could do, except arch my back in pleasure and enjoy the feeling of fingers plunging inside me at a fast pace – into “both” my holes, I noticed with weak surprise - and of a tongue flicking over my clit over and over again. I groaned, hard. My hands grasped the armrest of the couch just in time as my skin flushed from the heat inside me and my body bucked in wild pleasure. Read more…
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“My thanks to Mike Black for his editing skills”
Our first night together we stayed in a beautiful cabin on the shore of a peaceful private lake. The cabin was built of limestone, with a rustic wooden porch that wrapped around it. The interior walls were wood plank with a tall open-beam ceiling and a massive fireplace that took up one end of the main room. The decor was simple, yet elegant. A mix of contemporary Texas and rustic Rocky Mountain flavors. It was a beautiful and comfortable setting. Read more…
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The wonderful thing about long-time lovers is the knowledge of when everything is perfect, when to linger, when to move to the next course. We are such lovers. In sync with each other - often knowing in advance the reaction of the other before a touch, a kiss or a caress.
Time and space beyond the walls of our suite does not exist. We are centered on each other and the pleasure we can bring to our lover.
We are naked as the day we lay in our mothers’ arms after the miracle of birth. Each time we make love is a new beginning, a new awakening, a new sunrise. There is a *rising* of the sun and a *glow* in the sky -the rising of our lust and the glow of skin and eyes. Read more…
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There isn’t a better season in the Midwest than spring. Summer, fall, and winter can all be enjoyable for swimming, hiking or skiing, but I’ve always found something particularly invigorating about springtime: the fertile smell in the air as the ground thaws out and the spring flowers and grasses begin to grow; the balmy breezes from the southwest that let you go outside without needing to bundle up; the growing daylight that extends past 7 o’clock in the evening so you can enjoy the sunset at home with a glass of Chardonnay instead of at work with a Sprite. Read more…
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*Chapter 4 - Endings and Beginnings*
Manny closed the door of his house behind him, and casually strolled across the front yard to the neighbouring house, a plastic shopping bag tucked under his arm. He rang the doorbell.
“Well, hello there Manny.” Marie, Cath”s mother, answered the door. It had taken a little while for her to get to the door. Marie looked a little out of breath and there was a red flush on her face.
“Sorry,” she said, “I had the vacuum going and at first I thought I was just imagining the doorbell.” Her long dark hair was casually pinned up behind her head. She wore an old faded T-shirt, ripped in a few places and even thinner where it stretched to contain her large breasts, clearly bra-less. She was barefoot, and old, tight jogging pants covered her legs, forming a camel-toe at her crotch. Read more…
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Kayla never thought that she’d ever get Carl to agree to even mild experimentation, so she was surprised when he agreed to tie her to the big four-poster bed that was still at her house. He thought it was best to “do this sort of thing” at a venue away from the children. She couldn’t help but agree anticipating that both of them would be making lots of noise.
Her heart was thudding in anticipation as they pulled into her driveway. She put her hand on her husband’s thigh, running her fingers over his crotch and was pleased to discover that he had a hard-on. “I can’t wait to have that inside me,” she whispered and cupped him in her hand. He leaned forward to kiss her, teasing her with his tongue, dropping a hand to cup her breast, running his thumb over her nipple, which immediately stood out. Her breathing accelerated. “Let’s go in,” she said and he nodded. Kayla slid out of the car, her house keys in her hand, and watched Carl emerge a little more stiffly. She pressed the button that locked the car doors and turned to go into the house. They both were startled to see Rene’s car pull in behind them. Read more…
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It’s a balmy August night in the city, the kind where you try getting away with as little clothing as possible. The air conditioning in the restaurant is going full-blast, and I can see your nipples harden through your barely-there sundress, a series of goose bumps forming along your perfect, alabaster skin. Because we are waiting for the guest you’ve invited, I fight the urge to lean over the table and kiss the ones where your neck and shoulder meet.
You can tell I’m nervous, and soon I feel a reassuring, finely manicured hand on my knee. I feel hot for a second again, getting warmer as it slides upward, and finally your index finger is teasing my lips. I moisten so quickly, I smile and look down into my drink. Read more…
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Trade shows are usually the same every time. Moving from booth to booth gathering information and collecting all the free stuff that the vendors have to offer. This particular show was out of town and so I had to get a room at the hotel where the show was being held. Every time I have my own room I always get ideas running through my head about how great it would be if I had some hot chick with me to just have constant, wild sex with. On this occasion, the dream would actually become a reality.
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“Author’s note: I would like to show my appreciation to angel love for her editing expertise by thanking her here for editing this story and my previous one.”
Walking down the road it is a beautiful Spring day. The cool breeze blows gently through your hair and ruffles your sundress. Looking back down at the address, you walk into the building before you. Per the instructions, you enter the first door on your right and feel your heart rate start to quicken. A feeling of nervousness and sexual excitement course through your body. You ease your right hand down the front of your body and press it against your clit through the thin material of your dress. Taking a quick look at your watch, you see that you are early. Untying the front of your bustier style sundress you remove it quickly and sit in the padded chair in the corner of the small room. Read more…
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