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Big House on Walnut Street: Graduation Party part 2
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Big House on Walnut Street: Graduation Party part 2 “Ah, fuck you Bill.” I said as I walked by the small crowd outside the hall bathroom. Not letting me have the last word Wild Bill let out a rebel yell that would wake the dead. “Damn, Jimmy. You gotta room here. Why don’t you use that instead a makin’ us poor horny folk bust a gut with all the beer trying ta get out? HAHAHAHA SHOTS~! SHOTS~!” Wild Bill had probably had a few beers under his belt alright. His country boy accent was starting to slur a bit. I looked around and decided to go to the big den where we had the bar set up. I wondered where Janet disappeared to but the<b> alcohol </font></b>was beginning to take effect and soon I forgot about everything but the party. The Big House on Walnut Street was a 6 bedroom, 3 story home built back in the 1950’s when bigger was better. 12 foot ceilings, hardwood floors, wood and marble trim throughout the place made for a maze of hallways, staircases and extra rooms. My room was on the third floor and the Den is in the basement. Which, I guess, makes 4 levels in the house. Too many stairs to climb man. I ordered a rum and coke from our bartender, (How’s that for a classy party?) and sat down on the stool to enjoy my drink. From my blind side I suddenly felt an arm slip around mine and a soft boob brushing up against it as well. When I turned my head I was eye to eye with my old psychology professor Anne! I hadn’t laid eyes on her in the better part of 2 years! “ANNE!” I yelled as I turned and smothered her with a bear hug. “What the Fuck! It’s so good to see you Luv.” I immediately noticed the amazing perfume radiating subtly from her neck. I immediately felt a semi hard on beginning in my pants. Damn. “God Jim let go. You’re breaking my ribs.” She said into my ear with a hint of a laugh. I could hear her taking a breath by my ear and heard a soft “Oh” escape her lips. As her hand casually brushed against my crotch. “So tell me,” she whispered into my ear, “why does your breath smell like<b> alcohol </font></b>AND pussy?” Anne and I had a torrential affair the first year and a half I attended TTU. Anne’s husband worked for a Law Firm in Atlanta and was only home once or twice a month. Anne refused to move to Atlanta because it would mean losing her tenure at Tech. Both of them sort of adopted an “open marriage” arrangement without actually making it official. I was Anne’s boy toy through the week and every other weekend while Ronald, Ron to his friends, was out of town. Truth be told, Anne was the best fuck I had ever had. The woman was a machine in the bed, nothing was off limits and her appetite was insatiable. Red headed, muscular and in amazing physical shape, Anne was also (let me think… damn… ) 54 years old and looked better than most of the women I’ve met. I was so happy I almost cried. “Pussy breath? Really?” She looked at the clock on the wall. “You’re still up to your old tricks I see.” I jumped a little when she squeezed my now hard cock through the pants I was wearing (for the moment). “So, Jim. (she never called me Jimmy for some reason) Why don’t you show me around this marvelous home?” Then she pulled me away from the bar and headed off to the stairs going to the ground floor. I won’t bore you with the details but we eventually wound up in my room. (Wild Bill would approve ). I broke out my trusty bong and fired up a bud for old times’ sake. I remembered Anne only drank the occasional beer but was very much 420 friendly. After a couple of hits and some small talk I got up and went to open the window for some fresh air and when I turned around I saw the sleek blue dress had hit the floor.  “I don’t have a lot of time Jim. I’m meeting some people later. So do you want to talk or fuck?” I grabbed her by her gorgeous red hair and kissed her neck. As I dug into her, kissing and lightly sucking, she grinned. She knew she was in complete control me. Not that my passion was dull and predictable, we both knew exactly what we wanted. She stood there for a few minutes as I sucked on her neck. Then she slowly pulled back, looked at me with a foxy smirk and locked the door to my room. Then she ran her hand across my aching groin. I almost lost my composure right then and there, but I managed to control it. The last thing I wanted was to explode in my pants. She grabbed me by the belt and began to lead me to the bed. I was too anxious and stopped her in her tracks, grabbed her and planted the most intense, sensual kiss on her lips. We continued, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, bite after bite, and our hands slowly made progress to every aching throbbing muscle. Never breaking eye contact, I slowly undid her white bra then lowered to my knees as she stood there.. I remembered her fantasy to be eaten while standing. As her white underwear fell to the floor, I removed her shoes. She stood before me undressed. I inched my way to her shaven pussy. I began the slowest most sensual lick across her pussy lips as my quivering tongue vibrated across her clit perfectly. Her eyes rolled as her knees went limp, barely saving herself from collapsing. She placed her hand on my head. and raised her right leg up across my shoulder, and thrusts my mouth onto her crotch. She remained standing dominating as I licked, sucked, hummed, and chewed my way deeper into her. I flicked against her clit while shaking my head. My hands kept her in place by holding tight to her ass. Try as she might, she could not continue her charade of dominance after her first few minutes. She began quivering and grinding against my tongue and quietly begging for more. "You know what I want," she asked him. She continued to answer, "I want you to drop your pants and get your cock out." I lowered her onto the floor and continued my oral assault on her wet pussy. I reached around and buried my finger into her, stroking the G spot I remembered so well. She gasped and bit her lower lip. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped and she threw her hair back in one loud guttural scream. Her hips began to spasm and convulse like a wild rodeo bronco. She came, kicking and screaming. She grabbed my head unrelentingly and rode my face as she emptied herself all over my mouth. Little spasms and drips continued for the next few minutes as she continued to convulse. She finally lets go of my hair. I stood up and before I could remove my belt she immediately yanks my pants and shorts off me. I lost my shoes earlier. I gasp as she grabs my cock and performs a very expert hand job while licking the head of my cock.  Without a word she straddles me and slips my rock hard cock into her slick wet interior. “Oh my god!” I murmur as she begins her grinding. Up and down, in and out, forward and back all at the same time. “Oh fuck me.” was all I could say. I knew what was cuming (pun intended). As Anne reached around my butt with both hands I twisted to allow her to grab both cheeks. Now her hands were trapped under me. Her chin was resting on my shoulder and she began. Anne knew I took an unusual amount of time to cum. She also knew this position would have me exploding in a couple of minutes. Anne was in a hurry. Damn it! Helpless in her grip, I endured her rapid machine hips for all of maybe 3 minutes and then I basically passed out from the mind blowing orgasm that seemed to last forever. By the time I woke up, Anne was slipping on her blue dress and asking if I could help with the zipper. And just like that, Anne walked out of my room for the last time. No goodbyes, no regrets, no tears. I shook my head and reached for my bong. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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10/22/2018 4:35 am |
Helpless in her grip...... I like when he feels that way  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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10/22/2018 4:35 am |
Nice. Refreshing to read something with the woman in control. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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10/19/2018 7:51 pm |
Helpless in her grip...... I like when he feels that way
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Nice. Refreshing to read something with the woman in control.
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10/19/2018 12:35 pm |
What a sexy, confident and in control mature woman Anne is. I do remember her from your previous stories featuring her. You certainly received a unique ‘education’. I still miss her. Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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What a sexy, confident and in control mature woman Anne is. I do remember her from your previous stories featuring her. You certainly received a unique ‘education’.
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10/19/2018 10:16 am |
The next installment will be cuming soon. Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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