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  My ass is resting on the edge of the table as she lifts one of my legs up over her shoulder and begins sucking on my clit with a hunger I have never known. You can feel your dick come to attention because this has always been a fantasy of yours we have talked about but I swore I would never do. She sucks on my pussy for what seems like an eternity until you decide you cannot take it anymore. You are about to bust.

  You tell her to move out the way so you can taste my sweet pussy too, now dripping wet from all of the attention it has been given. She gets up from the chair so you can sit down, and you push me all the way onto the table, forcing me to cross my legs behind your shoulders as you begin to devour my clit.

  She watches for a few seconds and decides she will not be left out, so she bends over and begins sucking on my breasts again. I caress the back of your neck and run my fingers through her hair with my hands. Her ass is protruding up in the air, and you reach underneath the skirt of her uniform and start finger-fucking her while she continues to suckle on my nipples. I can feel your tongue deep inside my throbbing pussy.

  I tell you to get undressed, you do, and then I let you take my place on the table, lying you down on your back with only your feet hanging over the edge. I sit on your face while she begins to suck your dick, deep-throating it without any hesitation. I am facing her, hands caressing your chest, watching her partake of your dick as you partake of my pussy and finger-fuck my ass.

  She comes up for air, and I bend over to take over, sucking the head of your dick to get some of the precum out because I remember how delicious you taste. I contract my cheek muscles tightly around the head, trying to get every possible drop I can. She is licking up and down the shaft of your dick and sucking on your balls while I continue to work on the head.

  We both begin sucking and licking your dick. We are so hungry for you. I can feel cum trickling out of my pussy as you lap it all up off my thighs. Saliva starts to escape the sides of our mouths as we take turns deep-throating your dick.

  We can hear planes landing and taking off and people walking by in the hall, but none of us gives a damn, ’cause this is just too good to let go. Other than that, there are just a bunch of sucking noises and the delightful smell of sex in the air. The aroma is breathtaking.

  As you suck on my clit even harder now, fingering my ass with one hand and palming an ass cheek with the other, I take my tongue and lick your belly button, then blow on it to make it dry before I wet it again with my tongue. I know how much that turns you on. I continue to do this for a couple of minutes while she deep-throats your dick.

  I slowly take my pussy off your face and slide my wet pussy down over your chest, then your belly button. I tell her to let go of your dick so I can straddle it. I sit on your dick, facing away from you so she can suck on my breasts while I ride your dick. I can feel the head of your dick begin to part my pussy lips as you pump your hips up to meet my downstrokes. You are still finger-fucking my ass, but with two fingers now.

  I move up and down on the shaft of your dick while she flickers her tongue at my nipples. You marvel at how tight my pussy is. I take a little bit more of it in each time I go up and down until it is all in. As I begin to grind my pussy onto your dick, she pushes both my tits together and suckles on both nipples at the same time.

  Your back is arched off the table, meeting my every thrust as I start to ride your dick faster. I take my long tongue and flicker it over one of my nipples while she sucks furiously on the other one. My pussy is so hot and tight, and you try to pump and reach the bottom of it harder and faster. I put my hands on your thighs so I can get better leverage, and I begin to go up and down on your dick faster each time. You admire my ass, with your fingers in it, as it goes up and down. It looks so juicy.

  Contracting my pussy muscles on your dick, I squeeze it hard as she gets the chair and sits down in front of us and begins to suck on my pussy and lick your dick while I am riding it, tasting us both at the same time. She reaches up and rubs my nipples while she is sucking on us both. I continue to fuck you hard, and I can feel my cum trickling down the inside of my thighs, down between your thighs, and onto the tabletop.

  You take your other hand and pull me back by my hair so that I am lying with my back on top of your chest, still riding your dick. You start palming my breasts while she continues to get her eat on, and we are all moaning. My pussy juice is everywhere. I want you to shoot your hot cum all down my throat, and I ask you, “Will you cum for me?” and she says, “I want some of it too!” You tell me, “Whatever you want, I will do.” So I get off your dick, and she and I both wait anxiously for you to give it to us. Your dick is throbbing, and veins are popping out of it everywhere. You look so yummy.

  We both get on our knees as you stand up. We begin licking and sucking all over your dick. You stand, your knees feeling a little wobbly, and hang on to the side of the table. I take the base of your dick in my hand and begin to squeeze it gently. You grab both of our heads and begin pumping your dick into our mouths fast and furiously. As I take your balls into my mouth and bounce them on my tongue, you tell us, “I’m about to cum!” We can hardly wait. It starts to shoot out, and we both take some of it with our tongues and place some on our fingertips, rubbing it all over each other’s breasts and faces, both of us smiling with delight. I whisper, “Hmmm, you taste so good, boo.”

  I get greedy, and I take your whole dick into my mouth, trying to get every last drop and contracting my cheek muscles around your dick, making all of it come out into my mouth as I arch my neck so your dick can hit my tonsils. You tremble as the last of it goes down my throat, but I continue to suck ’cause I want to get you hard again so you can fuck me in the ass before we leave. I tell you, “I want you to take all this ass right here!” She interjects and says, “We have to finish up before someone gets suspicious.”

  We all laugh as we get dressed. She finishes first and gives us both a smooch on the lips before she leaves, saying, “Thanks for the afternoon snack!” We leave and go to the baggage claim, where my bags have been spinning around on the belt for the last half hour or so. We go out to the car and you seat me in it while you put my baggage into the trunk. I sit in the car, waiting for you patiently, fingering my own pussy and then sucking my juices off my fingers. My pussy is so wet. After you get in and proceed to the exit gate, I take my free hand and rub it up and down your thigh, then to your crotch, and start to undo your zipper.

  You reach in the backseat and hand me the card and box of chocolate-covered cherries you bought for me because you missed me so much. After we clear the exit gate, I continue to caress your dick and balls with one hand as you finger my pussy. I put one of my feet up on the dashboard so that my leg is up in the air and you can get to my pussy better. I roll down the window so that the cool breeze can blow through my hair and hit up against my legs and pussy as we hit the highway.

  I want you to fuck me again, but I know I have to wait until we get home, or at least until we get off the highway, because I know how you like to make sudden stops. I decide to open the box of cherries instead, and one at a time, I put them in my pussy, drowning them with my juices, and then begin feeding them to you with my fingers. Needless to say, we pull off at the first rest area we come to. And there, on the hood of your car, you give me what I crave and fuck me in my ass just the way I love it.

  The Diary

  It had been a long time since I visited my grandparents, and I was excited about spending a couple of days with them for Thanksgiving. When I got off the plane, both of them were waiting for me. With the exception of a few added wrinkles on their faces, they looked exactly like they did when I was a child.

  They drove me back to the big country manor where my mother and her three sisters grew up. Once I threw my bags in the bedroom where I would be staying, the one that belonged to my mother as a child, I went down to the kitchen to help Grandma stuff the turkey and bake pies for dinner the next day.

  Thanksgiving dinner was going to be great
because I would get to see my aunts, their husbands, and all of my cousins. My parents were traveling in Europe, so they were going to have to miss it.

  After we finished preparing everything, my grandparents and I sat in the living room by the fire and talked about the good old days. Grandpa surprised me by having a pizza delivered. I had never even pictured my grandparents eating something that wasn’t homemade, much less pizza. Times had really, really changed. There was no denying that.

  One thing had remained the same, however, and that was how early they went to bed every night. By 9 P.M., they were both calling the hogs, since they got up around 5 A.M. every morning. They had retired years before but still rose early by force of habit.

  I flipped through the channels of the old floor-model television in the living room, the only television in the entire house. They didn’t have cable. There were a few sitcoms on, but none of them interested me. I looked through the bookcase in my grandpa’s study, hoping to find something interesting to read. All his books were about carpentry, farming, flyfishing, landscaping, home repair, and things of that nature, so I quickly gave up on the idea.

  I quietly went upstairs to my mother’s bedroom, undressed, put on a white cotton nightgown, and tried to go ahead and fall asleep. There was no freaking way that was happening, because it was way too early for me.

  I was going to hang my garment bag up in her closet, but the closet was packed to the brim with clothing that belonged to her as a teenager. I slipped on my bedroom shoes and went to check and see if there was some space for it in the hallway closet.

  I opened the walk-in closet in the hall and found some space for my bag. The closet had a door in the rear of it that led to the attic. I was mad bored, and since there was nothing to watch on television and nothing to read, I elected to explore the attic instead.

  I nudged open the door to the attic stairs, which was hard to open and squeaky, being that no one had been up there in years. After ascending the stairs and finding the pull string for the lightbulb, I was surprised to see there were very few spiderwebs around. However, there was a lot of dust, and I almost turned around in fear my allergies would start acting up.

  I was reaching for the string to turn off the light when I noticed an old hope chest in a corner by the window seat. Normally, I am not a nosy person, but something drew me to the chest like a magnet. Besides, my whole point in going up there in the first place was to meddle through family heirlooms and mementos anyway.

  I tried to open the chest, but there was a lock on it and the key was nowhere in sight. I shifted through a couple of boxes filled with clothing, cheerleader pom-poms and batons, year-books belonging to my mother and her sisters, and all the usual things until I found an old rusty screwdriver.

  I used the flat head of the screwdriver to bust the lock on the chest. It didn’t take much effort, since the lock was flimsy after so much time. I sat down on the window seat and started pulling things out. There were several photographs of my grandparents when they were younger, pictures of their wedding, pictures of my mother and aunts as children and teenagers, pictures of my great-grandparents and other family members. There were some old lace handkerchiefs, a couple of hand-knitted cardigans, and even a poodle skirt.

  Looking at all the old things made me crack up laughing. I couldn’t even relate to times like those. For me, growing up had been so different than the way my mother grew up. I guess one day my daughter, if I have one, will be saying the same thing about me.

  After beginning to replace everything back in the trunk neatly, I noticed something stuck at the bottom I hadn’t noticed the first time around. I yanked on it and got it free. It turned out to be an old book of some sort with no visible name on the cover. The underside of it was sticky, as if something, maybe water, had seeped through the trunk over the years and made it adhere to the lining of the trunk.

  I was hoping it was some famous classic novel I could take back down to the bedroom and read until I got sleepy. It wasn’t until I opened it up that I realized it was a diary.

  The first page said, “This Diary Belongs To,” but the name had been smudged, and I couldn’t make it out.

  I started flipping through it, looking to see if the keeper of the diary signed the pages, but none of them were signed. In fact, only the month and day were at the heading of each page. There was no year written down. I thought that was strange, but since I am not a sleuth or anything, I didn’t ponder the fact for very long.

  The handwriting was unfamiliar to me, but I knew for sure it wasn’t my mother’s. I wondered which one of my aunts the diary belonged to. Since I knew it would be inappropriate to read the diary, no matter whose it was, I began to close it so I could put it back. But there was a bookmark in it, and I wanted to see what it said, so I opened it to that particular page.

  The bookmark turned out to have a friendship poem imprinted on it, along with a bouquet of flowers. That was not the interesting part, though. Some words caught my eye, and I was shocked.

  I sucked his dick, Fingering me, and I came so hard seemed to jump right up off the page at me. I was like “DAYUMMMMMMMMMM!”

  I couldn’t prevent myself from reading the whole page.

  July 4th

  I saw my Pookie earlier in the day at the Independence Day Parade. He looked so fine in his football uniform. He marched down Main Street with the football team and we, the cheerleaders, followed behind them with the marching band.

  Momma wouldn’t let me go to the lake with him and the other kids directly after the parade. She made me come home and do all my regular Saturday chores instead. I hurried through them, making sure I would have them all done so she would let me go to see the fireworks.

  I managed to get everything done and she told me I could go. I took a long, hot bath and put on some rosewater so I would smell sweet for my Pookie. I put on a blue dress, a white sweater, some white bobby socks, along with my new pair of saddle shoes, and headed down to the lake where the fireworks show was going to be.

  When I got there, Pookie and his friends had already been there for hours. They were kind of drunk from drinking the moonshine Pookie’s Uncle Willy makes in his homemade still.

  I rushed into his arms and he kissed me on my lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth for a brief second. He didn’t dare kiss me any more than that in public. He knew if news of it got back to my daddy, we would both be in for a serious whupping.

  The fireworks show began at dusk and all the vibrant lights, mixed with the loud bangs as they went off, were breathtaking. We were sitting on blankets by the lake that was surrounded by all the townspeople.

  About halfway through the show, Pookie took my hand, rolled a blanket up and stuck it under his arm, and told me to come with him. I let him lead the way and we disappeared deep into the trees where no one could possibly see us.

  We found a clearing about 200 yards from the lake and Pookie spread out the blanket on the ground. We could still see the fireworks in the distance yet we had all the privacy we needed.

  I told him my mother told me to come straight home after the fireworks ended and he assured me I would be home early enough that I wouldn’t get grounded.

  Then we started doing the things we couldn’t do in public. It wasn’t our first time making love because we did it in his daddy’s car about a month ago. When I lost my virginity, it hurt at first but then I realized how much I enjoyed it.

  Tonight was even better since I was so much more relaxed. We both were. We started out by French kissing. His tongue was a tad bitter from all the moonshine but I loved it just the same. I have always loved kissing him. He is so passionate and domineering.

  He unbuttoned my sweater and slowly slid it off me. Then he laid me back on the blanket, undid the top part of my dress, reached behind my back, and unclasped my bra.

  After getting my breasts within his grasp, he started sucking on my hard nipples and I was taken aback. My nipples are so sensitive and whenever he sucks them, I can’t h
elp but moan from all the pleasure.

  I could look up at the sky and see the fireworks bursting in the air as he pushed my dress up, pushed my panties to the side and started fingering me. It hurt a little since my pussy is still somewhat tight. At one point, I almost shrieked out in pain because he tried to stick three fingers inside me at once.

  Pookie realized how uncomfortable it was making me and took his fingers out of me. I felt bad about it and told him I wanted to try that thing we have been discussing lately; me giving him a blow job.

  He asked me was I sure I was ready to try it and I said yes but that was only partially true. I was nervous but anxious to return the pleasure he gave me when he performed oral sex on me that night in his daddy’s car.

  I told him to lie down on his back and I unzipped his pants and took out his hard dick. I just stared at it for a few moments at first because I had never taken a really good look at it.

  After I built up some confidence, I sucked his dick right there in the woods and I would be lying if I said I didn’t relish it. I have the feeling sucking Pookie’s dick is going to become a favorite pastime of mine.

  I moved my mouth up and down on his dick, taking more and more of it in until I got the whole thing in. Not bad for my first time. He must have found delight in it because he discharged the contents of his balls in my mouth. His hot cum trickled down my throat and while it was not the best tasting thing in the world, I found it to be quite savory.

  He was so out of breath when it was over, I thought we weren’t going to be able to do the actual sex act tonight, but he came back strong in a matter of minutes.

  I could tell the fireworks show was about over because they seemed to be sending up the big combination ones they always do in the grand finale. I told Pookie maybe we should just go, but he told me how much he wanted to be inside me and I melted.