Dear Diary
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Dear Diary ~ 7.3.2020 free porn video
Finals were over, my last one was 2 days after his as he was a part time student and I had a bigger course load. I'd been back home where I lived with my mom for 3 days, when she called to me and said I had a visitor.
It was Bean, at my door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my brain not quite wrapping round the idea that I was seeing him here, at my home, and not at school. Before he could answer I continued, "Your parents let you come here?" And then over it all, "And how do you know where I live?" I hadn't been giving him time to answer as I fired questions through the screened front door.
He put on his nervous grin, and there was enough of a pause in my questions that he had time to respond. "I saw your home address in some of the admin mail on your desk," he answered. "You know I remember things."
Yes, I knew that. "And..." I was still trying to decide if this stalkery behavior was making me angry. "And your parents let you come?" I looked out and saw his car in the driveway. He drove here. Quick math, 7 hours from home. And still a high school student, and all the potential problems that could entail. Fooling around on campus was one thing... I immediately wondered if crossing state lines was an entirely new problem for me.
His smile left his face, I guess I was being a little intense, and he was picking up on it. "I thought... you'd like to see me. I'm really happy to see you," he tried to put his smile back on.
I didn't know what to think. I was a little irked that he came, and a little concerned because I KNOW his parents didn't let him drive 2 states away, and I was actually a little happy to see him. Not sure where to go with it, "Ugh, come in," and opened the screen door. He entered and I turned to follow, and saw Mom snooping from the kitchen. She and I made eye contact, and I told Bean, "Wait here a sec." I needed her input on this.
I went to the kitchen, "C'mere," and went out onto the back deck. She followed.
She closed the door, and I laid it out: "He's a Freshman, we've hooked up a few times, he's in love with me, and I'm sure his parents wouldn't be happy if they knew he was here."
She looked at me silently, then smirked. "I guess you made an impression."
I rolled my eyes in forced agreement, "Yes, Mom."
"He can't be 18?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"Do you want him to stay, or is this a scary stalker thing?"
I looked at him through the back screen door, in the other room. He was looking at pictures on the wall. So stupid and cute.
"No... he's fine. But... he's a college freshman, but still in high school, too...."
"He's tall but I thought he looked young," mom agreed.
"Yeah... I'm almost positive his parents don't know he's here. And he lives near the school, so...."
She considered that a moment, "So... this could be a not good thing."
I nodded.
She looked at me steadily for a moment. "Well, I'd better call his mother. If a missing person report goes out, we don't want to be found with the young boy my daughter is molesting."
I opened my mouth to object, but in all honestly, couldn't. I merely got out an uncomfortable exhale. "You'll call his parents?"
"I will. If it goes angry, at least we should be in the clear."
"Thanks mom," and gave her a hug. We went back in the house.
To make a long story short, my Mom called his mom, and sugarcoated the whole thing. I was a girl he liked, he came to visit, he'd be safe with us if he wanted to stay a few days. I guess his mom stayed pretty calm while talking to my mom, but when we handed the phone to Bean so he could talk to his mother, I heard her screaming over the phone at him from across the room, heh. He turned beet red as he was yelled at, but at the end, when he said, "Ok, ok, love you too Mom," and hung up, he said he was allowed to stay a few days. If that was ok with us.
Mom looked at me, and I sort of liked the idea of getting laid, but I was still a little ticked. I walked out the front door, and ordered, "C'mere." He followed.
And I let him know it wasn't cool to invade my privacy like this, and impose on me. And he actually managed to get a little angry, and said he thought I'd be happy to see him. So we had a little talk about boundaries... that ended up being about 3 hours long on the front porch swing, sideways with my legs over his.
Mom made chicken for dinner, and she talked to Bean a lot, getting to know him. There was actually a lot of laughter, and I decided it was nice... since he was there already. I'm still not sure if I would have allowed it if he'd asked, first.
Mom was discrete enough to not ask where he'd sleep... we have a guest room, but she never hinted he'd sleep there. She knew I was bi and sexually active at college... I hadn't hidden my post-high school sex life from her... and I already admitted I'd had sex with Bean. So she let me be a sex-positive adult, heh, and assumed he'd be sleeping with me.
Mom usually goes to bed at 10, and she did tonight. She's a realtor, and she had work in the morning. Bean had a small bag of clothes, and we brought them into my room. I realized it was a little messy and threw a few bits of dirty clothes in the hamper. I took his bag and threw it on my vanity. I turned and looked at him... moved in close, got on my tiptoes, and gave him a kiss. A nice kiss. And it felt nice to feel his arms wrapped around me. I felt his body respond, grinned, and said, "I need a shower before bed." I walked to my attached bathroom, and went in. I realized I was still alone, and said, "C'mere."
He was in there quick, and for the first time in a very long time, I took a shower with a man.
I'd forgotten how nice it was.
I lathered him all over, and after having had sex with me a few times at school, he wasn't shy about lathering my body, back. He was erect the entire time, and I teased with a slippery fist up and down his length a few times, but mostly I tortured him. Or, at least, I tried. Once we were all done I realized I needed to taste him, so I dropped to my knees in the tub and took him into my mouth. I took him nice and deep, and set up a steady rhythm... it had been so long since I sucked a big cock in this house. That realization was not lost on me, and the memory made me shudder. I was starting to get a little cold... the hot shower was spraying on him, and only splattering cool water on me... when he grabbed the back of my head and took over my movements. It wasn't another 30 seconds before he was cumming down my eager throat. Again, I had a moment to remember the last time I swallowed cum in this house. The memory was as bittersweet as the taste of his cum.
I held him deep in my throat as I felt him pumping semen into me, and I waited until he tapped my head to let me know he was done... a little signal we'd worked out. ;) He did so, and I pulled my head back and gasped... I can't breath when I have him in my throat. Good thing I had such good cardio health from the swim team, and can hold my breath a long time. As usual, he asked if I was ok... and I told him I was. "Thank you for your cum," I told him with a slightly raspy voice, and regained my feet. He bent down and kissed me, and tasted his cum in my mouth.... I loved when he did that. And he knew I loved it, which is why he did it.
We dried off, made the bed real quick. I turned off the light, and climbed in. I turned on my bed lamp, and grabbed my birth control pill case... checked my schedule... and smiled at him. "Guess who's a lucky boy?" He grinned, because he'd seen me do this before. I was on the pill, but as a backup, I was in a safe part of my cycle. I would let him cum in me all he wanted, instead of cumming on my body, or in my mouth.
I very much preferred it in my pussy... I always have since I was young.
He went down on me and got me so wet, and he crawled up between my thighs and slid into my body, and I lost all sense of discretion. Once I got into the moment I was just as noisy with him as I always was in our cheap hotel room... I'm a vocal girl, and I like my partner to know I appreciate him (or her). We came together quickly the first time, and I'm pretty sure I described every wave of pleasure in my outside voice.
It was after, as we both caught our breath, I remembered hearing mommy and daddy have sex, before he died. I could always hear them through these exact walls, when they got vocal.
And then I realized... sound waves go both ways, and if Mom is awake, she just listened to me cum.
I'm pretty sure my entire body blushed in the dark, at that moment. But, feeling the heat of his semen in my womb... feeling like a woman, I didn't care. I found myself on my hands and knees with his cock in my mouth, tasting our juices, feeling him harden again. I wanted him to moan, to talk about how good my mouth felt. And I wanted her to hear. I don't know if it was rebellion, or competition, or what... but something inside me wanted out. For her to hear, and know. I'd been a sexual creature far longer than she knew, and I always thought it was a big secret... but now I felt the need to hint at it. I took his hardness out of my mouth, and crawled on top. I was so wet from his semen, he slipped right in, and after a brief adjustment I rode him hard and fast.
He stretched me just right, and I was vocal. I described everything, loudly. "Oh god your cock feels so good inside my pussy, I love riding it." And "I love when you cum deep inside me, I love feeling your semen pump into my body." And, "I haven't been fucked like this in so long, you make me feel like a good little slut." Très porn star, but not really unrealistic, for me. But I purposely projected my voice. I wanted Mom to hear, for some reason. I felt a little drunk, and at the time I didn't have time to analyze why.
Years later, I would learn she listened that night, and did the same thing I used to do when I heard Mom and Dad having sex through the wall. She touched herself. But, that particular level of intimate sharing that we eventually achieved is another story.
Bean and I fucked until the birds started singing, the way only people younger than 21 can, and fell into a deep sleep. Mom was gone by the time we woke up at noon. We had quickie sex again, and got up and dressed. We enjoyed the day, and Mom came home mid-afternoon. We all went to the beach, on the Gulf. It was a fun day, and I even caught Bean glancing at my Mom in her bikini. She still had a tight body, in her late 30s. While he and I were out in the water, I grabbed his cock through his shorts and asked if he liked looking at her. His stammer was so cute.
We had dinner at home, and fucked through the night, again. In the middle of the night we even quietly went out on the back patio naked, and made love in the jacuzzi. He came in me while I bent over the side, but I know his cum leaked out of me into the water. I liked that. The next day, his last day, Mom joined us in the jacuzzi after work. I got hot thinking about his diluted semen soaking into her skin, and I stroked his cock right there, hidden by the roiling water, across from my mother while we talked. Bean's stutter was too difficult for him to join in, as we talked and he was masturbated. He grabbed my thigh HARD when he came in my hand, into the water, across from my mother. And just in time, too. The timer on the jets ran out, and the water became calm as he scrambled to tuck himself back into his shorts.
One last night of his practicing breeding me, I was vocal as ever. In the morning we put him on the road, after we made him call his mother and promise to check in along the way.
He drove off, and Mom said to me, "You must be tired, so many late nights."
I knew what she was doing, but I was actually too tired to take the bait. "Yeah, need more sleep. Love you."
She loved me too, and I slept into the afternoon, my sore pussy and tender cervix very aware of the pounding it had taken over the previous three days. My body needed a rest. I was so full of his DNA that if I'd been tested at that moment, the result may have come up "male."
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A few days later when the glow of wild sex was gone, I had time to think with a clear head. He was home and his parents weren't pressing charges, but it was very not cool for Bean to be so obsessed with me that he ran away from home to fuck me. I decided he was probably fixated on me, through all fault of my own. A couple days later, I think I had a solution... the Wrecking Crew, they called themselves. My lesbian and bi friend group at college. They were usually up for fun....
I'll have to tell you about them, next time, since I decided to set them loose on Bean, in an attempt to take his focus off me. -->
Dottie
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