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SHhhhhhhhhh!!! (Part one of two)
SHhhhhhhhh!!!
Hush-up, ya’ll. Keep your mouths shut. I know how some of you like to talk and gossip. I need you to keep your big traps shut. Pleaseeee!!! I do not want this to get back to the wife.
This is not the first time it’s happen. And it will not be the last. Lots of guys cheat on their wives. I do regret cheating. Can you blame me though? Andera and I are going though a trail separation and she has not been around. To make matters worst, I ran into an old friend, and was she looking good. At first I did not recognize her. She had to refresh my memory by telling me about our last meeting. I felt a tingling, she was running her fingers over my dick, as the memory our last outing ran in front of my eyes. And so I cheated on Andrea. I hope this doesn’t get back to Andrea.
I have said that I don’t repeat, often. Here lately, I seem to be doing a lot of repeat actions. I must say, I have good reason for going against my own self imposed, impromptu rule. In the case of Elen, she was looking so good, so different and so hot, it was like I was doing her for the first time. She told me that she’d just gotten out of jail, and she just gotten off of the bus in fact and that I was her first date since being locked-up. How could I resist. The only thing that may have improved on her current condition is if she had said she had gotten her virginity back. From the moment she climbed in, Elen was all over me. This was not the usual grab and probe but real gfe type touching. Elen was being as sexy as hell (that is, if hell can be considered sexy).
Appearances change. Walking down the Avenue, head up high, strutting like a cat in heat with her tail up, Elen looked so different that I almost passed on her. I thought she was a civilian. Attitudes change as well. Fresh, just back on the street, Elen was even more up beat then she was on our first meeting. Sexy and friendly, it was like running into one of my old fuck buddy girlies from high school.
We returned to the scene of our first crime. After taking the pictures, she turned her attention once agian too me. She backed her big ass up against me and wiggled. In a deep throaty voice she asked if I wanted anything more. I relied, “Like what?” “Anything. You want something special?” was her reply. She was playing the game to the hilt. We changed our location to a small opening near the cyclone fence in the background. Elen, opened my shirt and lifted my tee shirt. She played with my chest, rubbing her fingers in the hairs. She parted the hair near my right nipple and tongued it gently. She changed nipples, and while tonguing one she rubbed the other between her fingers. She stood up and moved in close to me, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear – again in that raspy, throaty voice she asked, “Want me to suck it?” I said nothing. I was speechless. She ran a free roaming hand over my chest, down my tummy and wedged it between my trouser, belt, and into my boxers. It was a tight fit but she reached my dick and rubbed and played. She pulled her hand out and started to undo my belt. I helped. With one hand gently kneading my balls, the other squeezing my ass cheek she looked up at me with a sleepy, dreamy look and said something about this being her first blow job of the summer and that she was glad it was with me. I damn near came right then. She released my ass and used her free hand to guide my dick into her mouth. She almost swallowed my dick on the first try. She slid it in and out, got it all juicy and wet, and then forced it all the way down her throat. She gagged a bit, withdrew my dick and licked it all around, before she sucked it in again. She did and re-did this over and over until I was near ready to pop. She stopped, and whispered, “Not yet, I want to fuck you.” She said, “I want you to fuck me. I need some dick in me.” She was looking up at me with those pleading eyes. Damn, she was good.
She was good. I, however, felt like a complete nerd. (I hate this part.) I was completely unprepared. My jeans had dropped down near my knees. I had to stop, pull up my jeans and with them hanging loose, interrupt the proceedings. I groped around though the pockets – oh shit – no condom. I checked my pockets again, what the fuck – still no condom. I felt like a kid out to get his first shot, only to blow it by not having a rubber. Elen was still holding on to my dick with her hand and licking. She asked if I had a condom. I said, “No, do you?” “No,” she answered back in a very normal voice. My dick started to go limp. She was loosing the mood. Stopping to put on the rubber is always a draw back. But, needing a rubber and not having one is the worst. I was about to settle for CIM, when I remembered to check one more place - My Camera Case. It was hanging on a tree branch. I sometime keep a spare in the equipment pocket (that’s what it’s there for right, spare equipment). Sure enough, there was a condom in my camera case. I was back in business. Well almost. The mood had been interrupted. Elen did her part. She put the rubber on, turned around and gripped her fingers into the webbing of the fence. She hiked her ass up and her sexy voice returned, “Stick it in me. I want you to fuck me good.” I rubbed my rejuvenated dick down the crack of her ass, hesitating for a brief second on her asshole. She looked back over her shoulder and pleaded, “Not this time, I want you in my pussy. It is wet, waiting for you, baby.” I rubbed the head and shaft of my dick up and down the crack of her ass, slapping it on the sides of her cheeks. When my dick had fully recovered to it’s hardened state, I place the head on the entrance of her pussy and looking down at that fat butt and her winking ass hole, I watch my dick disappear inside of her juicy fat pussy. She was indeed very wet, and slippery. I grabbed a hold onto her hips and began pumping and fucking for dear life. Oh! My Gosh. The filth that came out of that girl’s mouth. She was no longer looking back at me, she had dropped her head down between her out reaching arms and was looking down at the ground cussing and fussing. The harder I banged, the more outrageous her reply. I cannot begin to quote what she said. I was so busy in my own world. I do remember her saying something about the dick being so good and that next time I could have some of her shit hole. Elen has a dirty mouth. If you like dirty talk, (and I do) Elen is the girl for you.
Needless to say, I came big time. And afterwards Elen kept up the whole GFE, thing. As we got ourselves together, she continued with the compliments. She said she was very fond of me and was glad she ran into me today on her first day out. For some reason, I believe her. This girl plays her part very well.
Would I stop for Elen again? Yes, just one more time. After that, even the best of them tend to get in a rut. I don’t think she could top what she has already done. Maybe we should get a room or better yet, go back to my place. I am going out on a limb here and please don’t repeat this. I did not – and I say again – I did not pay Elan $70 (including tip) for pictures and F/S. Like I said, I did not pay Elen for the time we spent together, but, if I had, it would have been well worth it. And as always, it is the case that YMMV.
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