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these events actually happened. Names have been changed. Geographical locations have not, as it ads to context.
The week after Christmas, 1982 up to New Year 1983. Those were some of the happiest years of my life up to that point.
The week between Christmas and New Year was a busy one for both of us. Molly, being a manager spent, literally, opening and closing at the return/exchange booth. I on the other hand, was dropped to 25 hours. My saving grace is people that had purchased new televisions wanted a little more than rabbit ears on that nice set. Remember, most large televisions (we are talking 25 to 26 inch models) were actually a piece of furniture in homes. I did antenna installation, did little advertising but received referrals by word of mouth. I did not hose people on the antenna cost or other material and installed nice antennas with a rotor and at the time rare coaxial cable. Each install netted me $100 dollars.
To toot my own horn, people were actually amazed at the clarity of reception and were picking up San Francisco Bay Area stations. I did 15 installs that week. On Molly's part, she was having her monthly "visitor" as she loved to call it.
We had decided to whisk our way to her parents house for New Year, as her parents were in Vail, Colorado. I found out that her older sister, Debbie and her husband, Steve were going to be there and we were going to ring in the New Year at Harrah's. Molly's parents had a VIP pass so we could get into a big New Year shindig, pay virtually nothing and Weinstock's was closed on New Years day. Molly, in exchange for the 14 hour shifts approving returns, managed to get off until January 4, 1983.
I only saw Molly a couple of times that week before New Years Eve, to fix her dinner and give her foot and leg rubs; she was grateful for both as corn dogs at the place in Arden Faire Mall were probably not cutting it.
New Years Eve.
Surprisingly, the traffic was not bad to South Lake Tahoe, we made it in record time. We changed and met up with her sister at Harrah's. We had a wonderful dinner in the VIP room. All you can eat Prime Rib. I did not want to seem a pig, only went back for seconds for the meat. We had pleasant conversations throughout the night, chit chatting back and forth. All except for one time.
Molly and Steve went off, at one point to "Cut the Rug" and danced together, which left Debbie alone at the table with me. As Debbie took a big gulp of the Long Island Iced Tea, she looked at me and said, "So, just what exactly are your intentions with my little sister?" I responded, "Well, what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Besides the bedding down. Molly says you really do it for her. But the other things you do. Dropping by and giving her massages and not wanting sex for your trouble. Oh, then there is the other stuff. Fixing dinner for her. Not something out of a can or a frozen entree by Bird's Eye. You made lasagna, you made the sauce, not something out of a can. Chicken soup that you cooked yourself. Nothing Deli or pre made, unless you throw in the bouillon cubes. You acted like that before you saw the house, so there must be something else? You know, she told me she is in love with you. So, are you just hanging around for the sex?"
I felt embarrassed, I could feel my face turning red, not with anger, as I know I was blushing. I told Debbie Molly has treated me better than anyone else has in the last four years. "Molly told me, when she first saw you, she dropped hints at going out with her. I told her he is probably a little shy, or had bad break ups and needs a nudge."
"Well, I have had other girlfriends before Molly. We broke things off rather easily as I did not have real emotional attachments. If Molly were to tell me I don't want to see you any more, I would probably hurt."
"Well," said Debbie as she saw Molly and Steve returning to the table," That is what I wanted to hear. Don't break her heart. She's been spurned before and it was awful."
I breathed a sigh of relief as Molly returned. It was just about the time that the waiters were bringing around bottles of Crystal, and pouring drinks for the New Years toast. The crowd, at the behest of the MC of the event counted down from 10 to 1. Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs "Happy New Year." We all downed our Crystal. Molly gave me a big kiss and said, "Mark, I love you." I returned the I love you. Molly said, "Wow, you finally said it back, even with some prompting." Debbie got into the act and said something like, "You have to give me a kiss for New Years.....bad luck if you don't." I started to give her a peck on the cheek and, of course, since she had five Long Island iced teas on board said, "No, that won't do," she literally grabbed my head on both sides and planted one right on the lips.
The party soon started to break up. Debbie and Steve had a suite in the Hotel. On my part, I had one drink at 9 PM. Molly had three Long Islands, so I told her I was going to drive. Probably a wise decision.
We got to her parents house. Molly said, "Wow, we have this whole place to ourselves. We can skinny dip in the hot tub. Before that, you have to carry me across the threshold." I asked what exactly she meant?
"Well, you don't think you are going to sleep in the guest room, do you. I have never had anyone sleep with me in my old bed. So, this is like I am loosing my Virginity again." I did as she asked. As I carried her to the bed, Molly said, "Now, throw me on the bed." Well, I placed her. I did not think she had sex on the mind at that point, as she simply giggled, arose and stripped down and put on her bathrobe. On my part, I just grabbed a couple of big towels and wrapped myself up. I figured Molly had been awake for the last 18 hours, add to that the alcohol. I figured we would hot tub it, and go off to slumber land.
We went to the hot tub. Molly turned off the lights and said, "We don't want to put on too big a show as a couple of neighbors can see right in here. I don't want Mom and Dad getting a bad report." The warm water felt good, I found one of the jets and just had a great time.
She told me about the week from hell. I did not have much action as I sat near the exchange booth at the Florin Road store, as the managers request, and was the body guard of the manager handling returns, just in case. The clientele at Florin Road was a whole lot tougher than Arden.
"I know you did not get too drunk tonight, the hot tub is, I hope sobering me up a little. Oh, I'm not on my period any more, so you have a green light to do whatever you want to do."
"I'm a little gun shy. Your sister really blind sided me when you and Steve left the table."
"Oh, what did she say?"
"She basically said that she did not want to see me hurt you. She asked my intentions. Did you tell her about the meals I cook for you and the massages I drop by and give you and not 'demanding' sex after?"
"Well, we share everything, sort of. I omitted certain details, but I told her you were one fantastic guy. I am sure it got back to Mom and Dad, which is why when my Dad handed you that stock he said, "Welcome to the family." I had a couple of bad relationships, that went totally different than you.'
After about 20 more minutes of small talk, some heavy kissing and rubbing, Molly said, "Let's go to bed. I'm tired.....not THAT tired." As we got out of the hot tub, Molly said her legs were a little 'wobbly" so I carried her back to her room. I figured we would just go to sleep. Molly had other plans.
As we lay in bed, kissing, Molly stopped and said, "Remember our first night? Well, I have a twist on the event." At that point she reached into her nightstand and pulled out this tiny pink vibrator. it was hardly the size of my index finger. Molly said, "This used to be my friend. She spread her legs and said, "Why don't you do the honors and use it on me." I fumbled on how to turn it on, Molly grabbed it and said, "Geesh, do I have to lead you everywhere, little button on the bottom."
Molly was already wet so I at first rubbed a little of her flowing juices onto the end and hit her clit. She moaned in delight alternatively sighing and breathing heavy. "Remember the rim job you gave me? Well, I want you to do that again, I think you will like what will happen next. Put the vibrator into my vagina." As she said that she immediately got on all fours and I eagerly aimed for her tight rosebud ass. As I licked, which brought more moans of pleasure, I reached up and rubbed her engorged clit. After a few minutes of that, Molly sort of lay down on her stomach turned her head and said, "Ever done anal?"
"No."
"Well, neither have I. I know you will be nice, so if it hurts, I know you will stop."
"We don't have any KY," I stated. Molly said, "Reach into the nightstand, you will see a tube. As I fumbled in the dark, Molly said, "Yes, every now and then, a girl needs a little help."
My reading of Hustler Magazine "How to Do's" paid off. I know most people find anal painful and uncomfortable because they don't use lube. I told Molly to get on her hands and knees. I started to remove the still inserted vibrator, Molly wanted it to stay in.
I dabbed a little of the KY on my finger and ran it around her beautiful ass hole and put a little more on and pushed my finger gently in. I got a little bit of a moan but nothing more. I could feel the vibrator. I figured I was going to get a treat. I put some more KY on the tip of my dick and put it right up to her ass. I told Molly to relax as it would make it easier. As I got in the tip, Molly moaned. I asked her if it hurt. She said it did not, it just felt different. I placed more KY jelly on the shaft and very slowly started inserting the remainder of my penis. At that point, Molly said, "Gosh, you're in my ass. Does that feel good?" I said yes. Molly said, "Now pump, not hard just pump." I felt as I was going to loose my load before I even got started. I pumped a few times, with each thrust, I could hear Molly say, "Ah, ah, ah, oh and ah."
The tight feeling of her ass, reaching around and rubbing her clit and the sensation of the vibrator and soon I could not control myself any more. In fact, I just lost my concentration for a brief moment and I burst deep into her bowels.
"Oh, God, I came. I am so sorry Molly." Molly, on her part said, "Well, you lasted longer than my first lover did when he took my cherry. One of the few times she mentioned her first lover to myself.
"It didn't really hurt, at least hurt as bad as I heard anal is supposed to. You did a good job."
"The secret is not to just ram it in, use plenty of lube and be gentle."
"You have done this before!"
"No, had a whole section of anal. Meanwhile, you need to get off."
With that, I turned Molly over and jumped on her pussy with my tongue. The still inserted vibrator, made the whole sensation all the more different for me, and in the afterglow of her orgasm, which she came to in just a few minutes, all the better.
I could always tell, at least with Molly, when she came. Her lips would get frightfully cold and as I soon noticed with her shaved vagina area, her vulva would become noticeably larger.
Molly came hard and loud. She screamed as the waves of orgasm hit her body. Maybe she was more loud since the house was empty. Also, I do confess, it was the first time we did something more than kiss or hold hands in her parents house.
An added twist to Molly coming. Her feet would get cramped. Or at least that is what happened that night. After a few minutes of rubbing her feet on my part, we both looked at each other, embraced and fell asleep.
Not only was that my first (of many with Molly) anal sex episodes, it was my first double penetration with something other than my dick in her dripping wet vagina.
Molly arose first, and I woke up, at 11 AM with Molly straddling me, sipping a cup of coffee. I looked up at that beautiful face, fantastic tits and told her, "I don't know what I would do without you. I love you!" Molly placed the coffee cup on the night stand, leaned over me and said, 'I love you too!"
The week after Christmas, 1982 up to New Year 1983. Those were some of the happiest years of my life up to that point.
The week between Christmas and New Year was a busy one for both of us. Molly, being a manager spent, literally, opening and closing at the return/exchange booth. I on the other hand, was dropped to 25 hours. My saving grace is people that had purchased new televisions wanted a little more than rabbit ears on that nice set. Remember, most large televisions (we are talking 25 to 26 inch models) were actually a piece of furniture in homes. I did antenna installation, did little advertising but received referrals by word of mouth. I did not hose people on the antenna cost or other material and installed nice antennas with a rotor and at the time rare coaxial cable. Each install netted me $100 dollars.
To toot my own horn, people were actually amazed at the clarity of reception and were picking up San Francisco Bay Area stations. I did 15 installs that week. On Molly's part, she was having her monthly "visitor" as she loved to call it.
We had decided to whisk our way to her parents house for New Year, as her parents were in Vail, Colorado. I found out that her older sister, Debbie and her husband, Steve were going to be there and we were going to ring in the New Year at Harrah's. Molly's parents had a VIP pass so we could get into a big New Year shindig, pay virtually nothing and Weinstock's was closed on New Years day. Molly, in exchange for the 14 hour shifts approving returns, managed to get off until January 4, 1983.
I only saw Molly a couple of times that week before New Years Eve, to fix her dinner and give her foot and leg rubs; she was grateful for both as corn dogs at the place in Arden Faire Mall were probably not cutting it.
New Years Eve.
Surprisingly, the traffic was not bad to South Lake Tahoe, we made it in record time. We changed and met up with her sister at Harrah's. We had a wonderful dinner in the VIP room. All you can eat Prime Rib. I did not want to seem a pig, only went back for seconds for the meat. We had pleasant conversations throughout the night, chit chatting back and forth. All except for one time.
Molly and Steve went off, at one point to "Cut the Rug" and danced together, which left Debbie alone at the table with me. As Debbie took a big gulp of the Long Island Iced Tea, she looked at me and said, "So, just what exactly are your intentions with my little sister?" I responded, "Well, what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Besides the bedding down. Molly says you really do it for her. But the other things you do. Dropping by and giving her massages and not wanting sex for your trouble. Oh, then there is the other stuff. Fixing dinner for her. Not something out of a can or a frozen entree by Bird's Eye. You made lasagna, you made the sauce, not something out of a can. Chicken soup that you cooked yourself. Nothing Deli or pre made, unless you throw in the bouillon cubes. You acted like that before you saw the house, so there must be something else? You know, she told me she is in love with you. So, are you just hanging around for the sex?"
I felt embarrassed, I could feel my face turning red, not with anger, as I know I was blushing. I told Debbie Molly has treated me better than anyone else has in the last four years. "Molly told me, when she first saw you, she dropped hints at going out with her. I told her he is probably a little shy, or had bad break ups and needs a nudge."
"Well, I have had other girlfriends before Molly. We broke things off rather easily as I did not have real emotional attachments. If Molly were to tell me I don't want to see you any more, I would probably hurt."
"Well," said Debbie as she saw Molly and Steve returning to the table," That is what I wanted to hear. Don't break her heart. She's been spurned before and it was awful."
I breathed a sigh of relief as Molly returned. It was just about the time that the waiters were bringing around bottles of Crystal, and pouring drinks for the New Years toast. The crowd, at the behest of the MC of the event counted down from 10 to 1. Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs "Happy New Year." We all downed our Crystal. Molly gave me a big kiss and said, "Mark, I love you." I returned the I love you. Molly said, "Wow, you finally said it back, even with some prompting." Debbie got into the act and said something like, "You have to give me a kiss for New Years.....bad luck if you don't." I started to give her a peck on the cheek and, of course, since she had five Long Island iced teas on board said, "No, that won't do," she literally grabbed my head on both sides and planted one right on the lips.
The party soon started to break up. Debbie and Steve had a suite in the Hotel. On my part, I had one drink at 9 PM. Molly had three Long Islands, so I told her I was going to drive. Probably a wise decision.
We got to her parents house. Molly said, "Wow, we have this whole place to ourselves. We can skinny dip in the hot tub. Before that, you have to carry me across the threshold." I asked what exactly she meant?
"Well, you don't think you are going to sleep in the guest room, do you. I have never had anyone sleep with me in my old bed. So, this is like I am loosing my Virginity again." I did as she asked. As I carried her to the bed, Molly said, "Now, throw me on the bed." Well, I placed her. I did not think she had sex on the mind at that point, as she simply giggled, arose and stripped down and put on her bathrobe. On my part, I just grabbed a couple of big towels and wrapped myself up. I figured Molly had been awake for the last 18 hours, add to that the alcohol. I figured we would hot tub it, and go off to slumber land.
We went to the hot tub. Molly turned off the lights and said, "We don't want to put on too big a show as a couple of neighbors can see right in here. I don't want Mom and Dad getting a bad report." The warm water felt good, I found one of the jets and just had a great time.
She told me about the week from hell. I did not have much action as I sat near the exchange booth at the Florin Road store, as the managers request, and was the body guard of the manager handling returns, just in case. The clientele at Florin Road was a whole lot tougher than Arden.
"I know you did not get too drunk tonight, the hot tub is, I hope sobering me up a little. Oh, I'm not on my period any more, so you have a green light to do whatever you want to do."
"I'm a little gun shy. Your sister really blind sided me when you and Steve left the table."
"Oh, what did she say?"
"She basically said that she did not want to see me hurt you. She asked my intentions. Did you tell her about the meals I cook for you and the massages I drop by and give you and not 'demanding' sex after?"
"Well, we share everything, sort of. I omitted certain details, but I told her you were one fantastic guy. I am sure it got back to Mom and Dad, which is why when my Dad handed you that stock he said, "Welcome to the family." I had a couple of bad relationships, that went totally different than you.'
After about 20 more minutes of small talk, some heavy kissing and rubbing, Molly said, "Let's go to bed. I'm tired.....not THAT tired." As we got out of the hot tub, Molly said her legs were a little 'wobbly" so I carried her back to her room. I figured we would just go to sleep. Molly had other plans.
As we lay in bed, kissing, Molly stopped and said, "Remember our first night? Well, I have a twist on the event." At that point she reached into her nightstand and pulled out this tiny pink vibrator. it was hardly the size of my index finger. Molly said, "This used to be my friend. She spread her legs and said, "Why don't you do the honors and use it on me." I fumbled on how to turn it on, Molly grabbed it and said, "Geesh, do I have to lead you everywhere, little button on the bottom."
Molly was already wet so I at first rubbed a little of her flowing juices onto the end and hit her clit. She moaned in delight alternatively sighing and breathing heavy. "Remember the rim job you gave me? Well, I want you to do that again, I think you will like what will happen next. Put the vibrator into my vagina." As she said that she immediately got on all fours and I eagerly aimed for her tight rosebud ass. As I licked, which brought more moans of pleasure, I reached up and rubbed her engorged clit. After a few minutes of that, Molly sort of lay down on her stomach turned her head and said, "Ever done anal?"
"No."
"Well, neither have I. I know you will be nice, so if it hurts, I know you will stop."
"We don't have any KY," I stated. Molly said, "Reach into the nightstand, you will see a tube. As I fumbled in the dark, Molly said, "Yes, every now and then, a girl needs a little help."
My reading of Hustler Magazine "How to Do's" paid off. I know most people find anal painful and uncomfortable because they don't use lube. I told Molly to get on her hands and knees. I started to remove the still inserted vibrator, Molly wanted it to stay in.
I dabbed a little of the KY on my finger and ran it around her beautiful ass hole and put a little more on and pushed my finger gently in. I got a little bit of a moan but nothing more. I could feel the vibrator. I figured I was going to get a treat. I put some more KY on the tip of my dick and put it right up to her ass. I told Molly to relax as it would make it easier. As I got in the tip, Molly moaned. I asked her if it hurt. She said it did not, it just felt different. I placed more KY jelly on the shaft and very slowly started inserting the remainder of my penis. At that point, Molly said, "Gosh, you're in my ass. Does that feel good?" I said yes. Molly said, "Now pump, not hard just pump." I felt as I was going to loose my load before I even got started. I pumped a few times, with each thrust, I could hear Molly say, "Ah, ah, ah, oh and ah."
The tight feeling of her ass, reaching around and rubbing her clit and the sensation of the vibrator and soon I could not control myself any more. In fact, I just lost my concentration for a brief moment and I burst deep into her bowels.
"Oh, God, I came. I am so sorry Molly." Molly, on her part said, "Well, you lasted longer than my first lover did when he took my cherry. One of the few times she mentioned her first lover to myself.
"It didn't really hurt, at least hurt as bad as I heard anal is supposed to. You did a good job."
"The secret is not to just ram it in, use plenty of lube and be gentle."
"You have done this before!"
"No, had a whole section of anal. Meanwhile, you need to get off."
With that, I turned Molly over and jumped on her pussy with my tongue. The still inserted vibrator, made the whole sensation all the more different for me, and in the afterglow of her orgasm, which she came to in just a few minutes, all the better.
I could always tell, at least with Molly, when she came. Her lips would get frightfully cold and as I soon noticed with her shaved vagina area, her vulva would become noticeably larger.
Molly came hard and loud. She screamed as the waves of orgasm hit her body. Maybe she was more loud since the house was empty. Also, I do confess, it was the first time we did something more than kiss or hold hands in her parents house.
An added twist to Molly coming. Her feet would get cramped. Or at least that is what happened that night. After a few minutes of rubbing her feet on my part, we both looked at each other, embraced and fell asleep.
Not only was that my first (of many with Molly) anal sex episodes, it was my first double penetration with something other than my dick in her dripping wet vagina.
Molly arose first, and I woke up, at 11 AM with Molly straddling me, sipping a cup of coffee. I looked up at that beautiful face, fantastic tits and told her, "I don't know what I would do without you. I love you!" Molly placed the coffee cup on the night stand, leaned over me and said, 'I love you too!"
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