Melodic RedemptionChapter 27 free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

Johanna's turn:

Almost magical, waking up in the morning on the boat. Not sure exactly what time it is, reminding myself that it really doesn't matter, feeling the form of this MAN touching me, rolling to face him, snuggling in against him. The boat is rocking gently and there's the wind and the waves and the sound of our breathing.

I know my guy is drifting along because he hugs me closer and resumes his even breathing. I know several things that would be very pleasant for both of us, but I choose to slide back into slumber with him.

Okay, I've got a mind running a thousand miles a minute right now. Johanna Elise is married. I'm supposed to be the rational girl. Woman. Twenty-one. A matter of months from graduation from college with a business degree and a music degree and...

Two months ago I thought that if all else failed, I could just pull the ripcord and parachute back into Mom and Dad's lives, and they'd be disappointed but understanding, the job market being what it is, but they love me and they'd accept that.

Instead, I'm now Johanna Elise Solheim Jackson.

We've talked, Mister Jackson and I, about careers and finances. "You just go ahead and be a charming college student for the time being. I know people that raise whole families on what I'm making. I'm pretty sure that we won't be in a bind."

"I am not worried about staving off starvation, dear," I said.

"Then what is it you wish to do?"

"Use my degree. Administer a business."

"The whole thing?"

"If it was a little business. But no, I'd be happy with a staff position."

"What about your music?"

"The symphony says they will have me on the list. That's not a career, though."

"Then you just figure out what it is you wish to do, then we will try to set it up so you can do it."

"I'd like to think that I'm able to do this on my own, Stoney."

"Oh, okay... 'I am Woman, hear me roar..."

"Beast!" I squealed, punching his arm. "It's NOT that."

"Then what is it?"

"Several things, guy. I want to prove that I can be a functional member of society."

"I've heard you play. You contribute more to society with one concerto than some lower-tier functionary does with a decade of checking 'Form B' in some admin office."

"But flute-players don't make enough to keep a house."

"I can provide that function, sweetie," he said. I know he means it. He's old-school. A provider. Like Dad. Problem is, I'm a woman, like Mom. It's one thing to be loved and to love and trust in return. It's quite another to be helpless.

"I'm not going to be helpless, baby,"

"I don't think you're helpless, Jo. I'm just saying that you don't have to fret over when and where you go to work."

In my early morning reverie, I feel a stirring, then a major move as the love of my life rolls over and wraps me in his arms, spooning up against me. I suspect that he's mostly awake right now because his face seeks to nestle into the hair on the back of my head.

A soft "Mmmmmm" near my ear confirms my suspicion. It's worth a little wiggle of my heinie to see what I can work up. I wiggle gently, slowly, like I'm settling into a comfortable chair.

I get a wiggle in return and the hand at the end of the arm that's cuddling me, that hand gently cups my breast. And a little kiss touched the back of my head.

"G'mornin', sweet Jo," he says softly.

I twist around to face him, planting a kiss on his lips. "G'morning, my love." I didn't let him harbor the idea of morning breath. I wanted his. We kissed. Pulled apart. Smiled. Made happy noises. Kissed again. Then I kissed his nose. "Let's do something for breakfast. And I need to hit the head."

"Me too. But I can go over the side."

"You're naked and it's cold out there."

"I'll scan to see if there's anybody around and I'm gonna be right back."

Yes, my husband is nude. And Yes, I watched his naked butt walk to the ladder going topside. He opened the hatch, took a step up, and then finished going topside as I backed into the head. Marine toilets. Pull this. Pump that. Turn this other thing. I envied Stoney his quick whiz over the side.

When I heard the hatch close, I bent forward to see Stoney. Yes, I DO look. I'm supposed to find him attractive, and in fact I find him arousing. I finished cycling the head and stood up.

"You're staring."

"Not staring," I giggled. "Appreciating. And if I'm not supposed to get annoyed when you look at me, then you shouldn't be annoyed when I look at you."

"Well, if you walk around like that, I'll never get breakfast done."

"And if you cook breakfast like that, you're liable to splash something hot on something tender. Get dressed."

We both donned jeans and shirts. I didn't bother with a bra. It's not totally necessary for support with my breast size, and if Stoney got a little too much nipplage, we both were okay with it.

Breakfast was oatmeal with dried fruit, a couple of eggs with some bacon. Orange juice. And water was on the stove boiling for coffee afterward. I cracked a porthole to let some of the humidity out of the cabin. As we sat at the dinette, eating, little wisps of the outside chill touched my face.

"You're smiling," he said.

"Of course I am. Breakfast. You. Our boat. Solitude."

"You're into the 'solitude' thing, aren't you, baby?" he said.

"Not to an extreme. It's just something that I appreciate, probably a lot more than a lot of other people. Key used to worry about me staying home so many evenings. Now, I ... You and I, that's technically not solitude. I just get every bit of you to myself."

"Whatever isn't minding the boat."

"We can both mind the boat. Just like we can both mind the apartment. Doesn't take much time. I'm spreading my honeymoon out over WEEKS and there are times that I desire you all to myself."

"You have decades of that ahead of you, redhead," he said.

I collected the breakfast dishes, all of which went into the trash. Overnighters, we stayed with disposable things. Only had to wash a few pots. I poured the simmering water over the coffee in the French press.

"Stoney, I've been keeping something from you."

He looked almost frightened.

"No," I said, "nothing bad."

"Then what?"

"All that talking about working. Whether or not I have to work because you can make enough to support us?"

"Yeah?"

"Neither of us has to work after I graduate."

"Neither of us. How's that?"

"Great uncle, Dad's uncle, is the major stockholder of Solheim Limited."

"Like the 'Solheim Limited' that has its name all over the North Sea?"

"You know of them?"

"Yes. Actually was a sub-contractor on something that ties to them. Anybody working around the oil business knows the name."

"And you didn't make the connection?"

"I figured Solheims in Norway were like Jacksons here. All over the place."

"You're kind of right. But there's a trust fund. Mine turns over to me when I graduate."

"How much?"

"Don't know exactly, but substantial."

What about your mom and dad?"

"Dad couldn't stop working if you held a gun to his head. He's not in it for the money."

"And his beautiful daughter keeps a secret very well."

"I didn't want ... I wanted it to be about Stoney and Jo, working class. Not about Johanna Solheim, trust fund baby."

He looked almost hurt. "Johanna Solheim, angel from heaven. Johanna Solheim, Norwegian-Irish forest nymph. Johanna Solheim, siren. Johanna Solheim, horrible punster and brilliant musician."

"Johanna Solheim JACKSON, wife of engineer warrior poet. That's what I wanted it to be, Stoney. About us. And the conversations..."

"In which you played me like a fish..." he said, eyes stern.

"I wanted us to be able to stand on our own. You and me. Ourselves. Our place."

"But you knew that you didn't need me."

I got kind of ruffled at that 'you didn't need me' comment. "For exactly ONE thing, Randall Jackson. ONE THING. I don't need the stinkin' money. WE don't need the money. You, sir, I need for everything else." I drew a breath. "You're supposed to be happy at this news."

"Sorry. I'm digesting it."

"Don't let it upset you. You got that little lump you just put in the bank from that media system. That got us quite comfortable. I just..."

"You just took us from comfortable to..."

"To anywhere you want to be with me."

"Make no mistake, little girl..." he started, his face serious. I was frightened. He continued, "I married you. Money had nothing to do with it before, and it doesn't have anything to do with it now. I love you. I swore that to you under the full moon and again in front of friends and family before God."

"Oh, Stoney..." I said. And I wrapped him up, showering him with kisses.

"Any other secrets? Like you're heiress to the throne of Ireland or something?"

"Nothing. I've already told you how much I love you. Come sit down."

"I'm going to sit down, how come you're pushing me to the berth?"

I giggled. "Lounge, Stoney. Relax. Let's have that conversation again."

"What conversation?"

"The one about me getting a job and you working and stuff like that."

He smiled. Maybe it was starting to sink in.

"How's your engineering cred, Stoney? I mean, if I graduated and stomped my foot and said 'long vacation', could you do a leave of absence? Or resign and get another job later?" It was fun watching his face as he parsed that statement.

"Johanna," he said, "I thought I was marrying you and we'd have a happy little home and we'd have our careers and friends and families. Just like everybody else."

"Is this bad?"

"No. Different. I'm supposed to be the successful provider."

"And you are, Stoney. Until June the first of next year. Then we meet with an attorney and ... you'll still be the successful provider. We'll just have a really nice nest egg." I leaned back against him. I knew he wasn't going to remain sitting for long. I was right. He lay back and I climbed on top of him, my face inches from his. Those blue eyes. Yeah, the scar. It doesn't tan like the rest of him. But he's ... just handsome. I kissed HIS nose, because he does that to me and I love it.

"I'm glad I waited until we were on the boat to tell you," I said.

"Why?"

"So you couldn't storm off."

"Why would I storm off?"

"I've heard that some guys can't handle their wives having the money."

"I ... you don't have THE money. We both could do quite well without Great-uncle Lars' fortune. If that disappeared tomorrow we'd still have a marvelous life ahead of us. I was quite happy to think that I had a lifetime of your beauty and your music and your conversation ahead of me, even with both of us working. Or me working and you staying home with our offspring."

0
0

29.05.2020
15
0

Same as Melodic Redemption
Chapter 27 Videos

Melodic RedemptionChapter 8

We walked toward the door of the restaurant. Now I was thinking that here I am, meeting her family for the first time, and public displays of affection might not be on the agenda. After we worked our way past the maître d' (yeah, I don't usually eat at restaurants with a 'maitre d'' even though I know they exist) and into the dining room, Jo's hand hooked the inside of my arm. Apparently she knows more about me than I give her credit for. "There they are," she said, smile broadening....

Melodic RedemptionChapter 9

"You were in the hospital for a while, I imagine," Jo said. "The whole spectrum. Infection. Orthopedics. Recovery. Rehabilitation. I do okay now, but every now and then one thing or another talks to me." "Like that walk we took in Austin," she said. "Now I understand why. You should've said something." "And miss a chance to walk down the street with you? I'm not stupid." "Sit!" she commanded, patting the sofa beside her. "Lemme go put my other clothes back on," I...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 10

The rest of Friday dragged but eventually four-thirty came around and I was out the door. At four-forty-five I was in traffic and my phone played me a flute solo. Jo. "Hello, princess," I said. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Are we still on for tonight?" "I'm headed home right now. Whenever you want to show up." Giggle. "I'm on the way. I'll get there about the same time you do." "Okay," I said. "I was hoping to have time to clean up, though." "You work in an office, Stoney....

Melodic RedemptionChapter 11

Okay. So Key worries about Jo. Can't fault her for that. I worry about Jo too. It's not hard. I close my eyes, let my mind drift, and there's Jo. So she was grocery shopping on a Saturday morning. I picked up my phone, pushed the button and said "Johanna". Siri replied, "Calling Johanna Solheim mobile". I held the phone to my ear. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Hi, my baby," I replied. "Why didn't you call?" "Let you sleep late. I'm just getting some groceries for the week. The...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 12

We were timing things and that's what kept us moving. At my apartment there was time for the washing of faces and brushing of teeth and then there was a flurry of kisses and I'm not sure who initiated that but we ended up in a knot on the sofa, hot, breathless and quite happily bothered. She was mostly on top of me, I was noticeably erect inside my jeans, and she knew it. I know she knew it. She smiled, cradled my face between her hands and kissed me, adding a wiggle to her snuggle that...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 13

We came up with a plan pretty quick. After all, this wasn't Columbus looking for the Spice Islands. We planned a menu. Talked about what would happen if the weather cratered on us. "We can stay home." "No," she said. "I don't have a home. Key's, well ... there's this guy she's been seeing and I told her that she'd have the place to herself. Which likely means she won't be by herself. And I get very uncomfortable with the idea of a guy staying in my apartment." "Oh." "So...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 14

The old boat had been, from the day I brought her home and made her mine, a refuge. Yes, there were days that I brought friends along, but mainly the boat was where I went when I wanted to get away from the world. Now I was on her, and I was clothed only in my boxers and before me, beckoning, was Jo, in my mind the epitome of red-headed perfection, herself clad only in hip-hugger panties and a dark blue sports bra. And she was beautiful. Absent any light from the skylight hatch, we had a...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 15

Sunlight pushed through the tiny cabin portholes, brighter on the starboard side because the northerly wind had our bow pointed into it, swinging at anchor. Okay. One sensation. It was morning. Second sensation. I was on my boat. Third sensation. Wasn't my boat any more, it was OUR boat, because I had a soft, naked form beside me, breathing softly. Jo. Twenty-four hours ago, she was my girlfriend. After last night, she was my wife. Unless I was dreaming. I touched the smooth skinned flank...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 16

Going to tell everybody. "I know. I think I'm gonna lease the Goodyear blimp," I said. "Can we get rings?" "Yes, we can get rings," I said. "What does your taste in wedding rings look like?" "I think I would like a simple band. Gold. Yours?" "I shall match yours. You sure though? No large rock?" "Oh, come on, Stoney. This is me and you. Married by the light of the full moon. I need to ask Mom what the appropriate Celtic take would be." "She collected a Viking..." Jo...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 17

Mark it on your calendar. Today's a first for me. The first time I ever woke up to a work week with my partner. The alarm went off and I did not want to get out of bed because when the music started, Jo slid down and wrapped her arms around my waist, purring. "I really don't want to leave, sweetness," I said. "But I have work to go do." "Mmmm, I know, baby. I have a class at nine, too." "Let's just do what we have to do. At the end of the day, though, we come home...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 18

Jo is ticklish on the bottoms of her feet. A lot of people are, I know, but finding that a fingertip dragged gently down the sole of her foot leaves her uncontrollably giggly and therefor perfect for scooping into one's arms for loving. Monday was the previously discussed informal practice session. Tuesday was the real thing at the music department. Still, Jo is a responsible sort and we missed nothing of her schedule. So am I. She's an accomplished musician, and that translates to...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 19

I didn’t have to be psychic to read Jo’s mind. The touch of her hand in mine was usually a delicate thing. This time she was tugging. I couldn’t understand, so I did the one thing that husbands have been doing since the beginning of time. I said, “Yes, dear.” “Don’t be condescending, Randall Jackson,” she said. “We need to talk.” Less than twenty-four hours since she and I stood in front of friends and family and God and pledged marriage to each other. Now I was wondering exactly what I’d...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 20

Stoney: She loves me. She REALLY loves me. We're married. I killed a guy. I'm supposed to feel remorse. I'm supposed to receive counseling by caring professionals who will help me grieve or some such crap. Therapy? I'll tell you what therapy is. It's having the woman you just protected put her arms around you and tell you that she loves you. And when the thought crossed my mind that this scum wanted to touch my Johanna, I tensed up. "Stoney?" a little voice said. "Yes,...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 21

Johanna and I discussed the idea of taking off from our lives for a few days for an abbreviated honeymoon, but neither of us were really at points in life to do so. I mean, I could have just begged off, but I was in the middle of a project with a time limit, I'd already given my word on its completion, and Jo? "I really shouldn't take off in the middle of the semester. Academically it's not good. And musically, we have the Veterans' Day thing in two weeks, and then a couple of big...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 22

"Somebody you know?" Jo asked. "I saw the 'USA Retired'." "My platoon sergeant in Iraq," I said. "Good guy." "I'll let you read it, baby," she said. She started to turn away. "Where are you going?" "Was giving you some room. Privacy." "I don't need privacy. I need Johanna. This is just part of the past. He's a good guy. Wonder what he's got to say." I opened the envelope. A single printed page was inside. I read: Dear Lieutenant Jackson- I haven't heard from you...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 23

Johanna's turn: Glorious Saturday morning, drifting along with the light pushing its way through the little gap in the drapes. I hear soft, regular breathing next to me, calming, protecting. That would be my husband. He's sleeping. He's slept all night and I get the best feeling about that. We've been sleeping together two weeks. Married, that is, 'officially' with the public ceremony and a marriage license, for a week today. In that two weeks, he's wakened in the middle of the night...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 24

Johanna: Yes, it's primal. The urge to mate. Sociologists talk about it. Religions talk about it. Poets talk about it. It gets couched in various cloaks: love, duty, morality. But it's never right until two people decide it's right for them. And I'm thinking this in the dim light of the sun streaming into the cabin through the portholes. I hear the sound of waves slapping the hull and the whistle of the wind on the mast and the rigging. And the breathing of this guy next to me. Sometime...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 25

Lovely, languid, quiet Saturday morning. Waking up next to a soft form. I have to touch that sweetly curved hip, just to tell myself I am not dreaming. The touch elicits a purr and a movement, several movements, actually, one of which put an arm around me. The hand at the end of the arm started exploring, finding morning wood. "Mmmmm, Stoney, is that for me?" "Yes, but be careful. It's loaded." "I thought we emptied it last night," she said, twisting in the bed. Her head dipped for...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 26

The week went by with nothing major going on to interrupt our lives. Waiting on Friday. Before Johanna, I wasn't one of those people who worshipped Fridays, but now it was not a matter of escaping FROM something, it had become a matter of escaping with somebody, TO something. The weather was warm in the afternoon, cooler enough at night to be comfortable, and a cold front was due through late Saturday. When I got home Friday, the weekend's provisions were stacked by the door. I walked...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 28

Stoney's turn: Aside from the idea of leaving Jo behind, I was not feeling bad when I left for work. After all, I had her kiss still tingling on my lips when I got in my car. A push of the button and I had the classical music station on the stereo. Oh, yeah, I have the iPod plugged in, too, but I liked giving the radio station a shot at titillating my ears on the way to work. This technique insured that my tastes received some variety. I hated the commute. Traffic is aggravation. After a...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 29

Johanna's turn: I brought my Stoney home. My poor, broken, battered Stoney. Well, actually, a medical transport brought him home and ceremoniously deposited him in bed. The bed is a rental hospital bed, at least for the time being. I have home health technicians setting up trapezes. One over this bed. One over our bed. One over Stoney's favorite recliner. He's got crutches. "But do NOT try using them for a week," the doctor said. "And not while under the influence, either. I just...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 30

Back to Stoney: Wasn't bad enough that I got T-boned by an illegal alien a couple of weeks ago, but now my beloved wife has thrown me under a bus. Admittedly, it's a bus full of musicians. Doctor Bob, the conductor/instructor of the university's chamber orchestra is complicit. Early in the relationship with Jo, she'd intimated to me the desire to play Mozart's Concerto for Flute and Harp, an idea I'd mentioned to Bob. When Jo saw that I was somewhat adept at my banjo, she railroaded...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 31

Stoney's turn: Okay, I do admit that meeting Dan Richards and his surprising wife Cindy left me thinking. I was serious. Cindy, barely fifteen, was a cutie. "Jo, drag out the baby pictures," I said. "Baby pictures?" "Yeah, I want to see what you looked like growing up." "I don't have 'em. Mom keeps those." "I wanna see 'em," I said. "You might've been a horribly ugly child. I want to prepare myself for our offspring." She slapped the back of my head. "I was a wildly...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 32

Stoney's turn: I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but life with Johanna had turned me quite a bit more optimistic, even if some bozo broke my leg. Yeah, I can drive again. Insurance popped for a replacement of my SUV, mostly. By this stage of the game I could be mobile if I needed to be, on my own. Bumping around the apartment was not a problem. If I started getting messages from my leg, I just eased it straight on the sofa or in the recliner. Walking out to my parking spot,...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 33

Johanna's Turn: According to the stories I heard at my Momma's knee when I was little, I should be looking for leprechauns. This stuff got surreal. First, there's Dan and Cindy. Cindy could be a pixie. Dan showed up to talk with Stoney about picking up where Stoney left off on an engineering project when he had his accident. So I figured 'another engineer? What could it hurt?' Except this engineer shows up with a fifteen year old redheaded pixie of a wife, and we had a delightful...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 34

Stoney's turn: It actually WAS in Cindy's words, 'a riot'. I never did 'band camp' or anything like that when I was in high school. They didn't have 'science camp' and 'math camp' in my school district and I wasn't in band. Jo told me about her own experiences. "Wasn't anything like this," she said. Our trip home was as wondrous as the trip there. I can definitely see why Dan and Cindy (and everyone else in the bunch, apparently) would cling to personal aviation as a...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 35

Johanna's Turn: I walked out of the classroom with a definite spring in my step. I had several reasons to bounce, you know. Let's see. That test paper I laid on the GA's desk was, to the best of my knowledge, close to perfect. Stoney was home waiting on me. The semester was almost over and for the first time in my life I was not packing up to go spend winter break with Mom and Dad. The test. How ironic that I was testing at the end of a class on the history of Europe since 1945. I smiled...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 36

Still Johanna: Semester's over. Christmas break. And this was new. Ever since I started school, Christmas break was with Mom and Dad, even in college. Well, this year, people, it's different. Little Johanna Elise Solheim is now Mrs. Randall Jackson and with that status comes a whole new life. Christmas dinner. "Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?" He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained fashion." "Turkey. Little one. With...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 37

Stoney's Turn: That was a surprise. Of course, since last September I've had lots of surprises. That was pleasant. Same thing. Since I touched fingertips one day with this startling redhead, I've had lots of 'pleasant', too. I parsed Jo's comments, "A little girl with family issues." "I get the feeling..." I concurred. "She's quite comfortable when she's playing, though." My partner smiled. "I've seen the family issues. Us military brats get an introduction." She paused....

Melodic RedemptionChapter 38

Stoney's turn: When I was walking out of the building, headed home, I called Jo. "Hello, sweetness," she said. "Hi, princess," I returned. "Did Kara come over?" "Oh, yes," she said. "We're cranking out the music. Come home and join us!" "I'm on the way. Pedaling as fast as I can." My wife giggled. "Just drive careful. You know how you are!" Ten minutes later I was parking. Locked the SUV, walked to the door. I could hear the music as I unlocked it. It stopped with the...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 39

Johanna's turn: It's not about sex. We're cuddled together. The sex is over for the night. And I still love him. Of course, right now we're both glowing. I mean, if we tossed the covers back, the room would light up. The post-coital (coital? - Damn you, Sheldon Cooper!) tingles will subside in a bit, but that loving glow hasn't. Nope. Hasn't. Not since I first admitted to myself that this was the guy for my life. I trust him. He trusts me. Kara's turn: Kara Sevinsky. That's me. I...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 40

Stoney's turn: I punched the button on my office phone. Rang twice. Sweet, happy voice. "Hi, my love." "Hi, my princess," I replied. "I'm getting ready to walk out the door. What's up for the evening?" "Me and you. Some deli roast beef. Muenster cheese. Artisan ciabatta rolls from the bakery up the street. A bottle of Reisling. And then ... I have designs on your body..." "No Kara this evening?" "Nope. We talked a bit ago. She's got a Skype session with the bunch in...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 41

Kara's turn: I feel like Balboa. You remember him, don't you? And no, NOT Rocky. He's the guy who 'discovered' the Pacific Ocean, at least from the Eurocentric point of view. That's how I feel after meeting Jo and Stoney and subsequently the girls in that community in Alabama: like I walked out of the jungle and there's a whole ocean just waiting for me. I'm seventeen. It's time that I start taking some actions to control my own life. It hasn't been easy. I'm not a poor kid, at...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 42

Stoney's turn: So let's see where we're at now. I have a rollicking good life. There were long, lonely nights in the not too far past that I despaired of finding the person who would fill the void in my soul. As I sit here, eyes closed to repair the strain from staring at the diagram on my monitor, there's a little metallic blue Japanese car leaving the campus of the university, headed to what used to be my apartment. It's not my apartment now. It's ours. The driver of that little...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 43

Johanna's turn: Friday! I was never one of that 'TGIF' bunch who LIVES for Fridays before. Before Stoney. Now? Maybe. Just a little bit. We swapped vehicles this morning. He drove my little hatchback to work. I took his SUV to campus. And at three, after class, I was loading bags into it at the apartment. That way, when he got home, we'd be ready to head to the marina. I can't wait. Yes! I get excited. I know, really, we have as much privacy as two people could possibly ask for here...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 44

Johanna's turn: Two more weeks. That's it. Two weeks! I will graduate college. Stoney says he's the first of his family to receive a college degree. For myself, both parents have degrees, Dad's masters includes four years from West Point, Mom's from Trinity College in Dublin. And now I'm getting ready to graduate here in Houston, Texas, US of A. Double major, too, music and business administration. I have that 'music' part nailed. I could take a position with the local symphony,...

Melodic RedemptionChapter 45

Johanna's turn: Back from ten wonderful days in Norway. Spent some time living out of Great-uncle Jan's place. He's got a beautiful home up a mountainside above a fjord overlooking one of his shipyards in the distance. It's a little shipyard, and this is Norway where shipbuilding is part of the national psyche, so it counts as scenery, understand? We did the touristy things, visiting museums and churches, seeing sights, absorbing the culture like a sponge. Phone call. I looked at the...

A Sisters Persistance An Unwelcome Guest

With a trembling, but radiant smile, Amelia follows her older brother, Sam, to her bedroom, as they kissed and touched each other lovingly. He settles himself onto her bed, pulling her down to him, cradling her against him, and pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach. She is relaxed, and completely comfortable, her hands about his waist, her lips lazily catching his when his ventured close enough. She leans up a bit, kissing him deeply for a moment, sighing as she reluctantly pulls away....

Occasions of Sin6

I liked Lisa. I wanted to fool around with her more, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But I couldn’t love her like boyfriend-girlfriend. No, that’s not completely honest. I could love her, and I did, kind of ― OK, more than kind of ― but the truth is, as creepy as the thing with Father Ransom was, it also made me curious about penises. It freaked me out when he went off in my mouth, but I couldn’t get the sight of his hard cock out of my mind, or the feel of it off my tongue. I kept...

Red Part III Back to School

Her pussy ached from the fucking that Cliff had laid on her, and she smelled from their sweat. Hugs and kisses to mom and dad, and the 19 year old slowly climbed the stairs to shower and hit the bed. Her pussy ached. The cool water ran over her 5’10” tanned body. Sara inherited her mom’s sizable breasts and her dad’s long legs. She had long blondish brown hair and a matching full bush. Women wished they had her body…and so did every man she saw. Once all soaped up, she ran her hands over her...

Suzi Lees First Threesome

Suzi Lee’s First Three-some My old girlfriend Suzi and I had been together for about three years at the time this story took place. We were matched pretty well in a sexual way. Suzi was just as adventurous as I was, and within that three-year time we had experimented and done pretty much everything two horny young people could do together. We started dating when she was 16 and I was 18, we had been going together for only about a month when she gave me her virginity about three days after...

The BlizzardChapter 5

We reached the elevator and called for the tenth floor. Holding hands we headed for our room. I unlocked the door with our pass card and before it latched behind us Andrea had me in a liplock. She forced her tongue into my mouth and tugged my lips with hers. After unbuttoning a couple of my shirt buttons she slipped her hand underneath and caressed by chest as she covered my face with kisses. “If this is what a little buzz does to you,” I remarked, “I’m gonna get you buzzed more often.” I...

I Came for Him

I laid back in the stiff chair, spreading my legs to give a better view. Feeling his hot gaze as my fingers spread my moist petals apart. A hunger raged in me, knowing that he watched. With knowledge of pleasure and a skill of masturbation, I thrust my fingers down into my waiting tunnel. The intense pleasure I felt as my thumb rubbed around my nub; I rocked back into the chair allowing my mind to take over in determination to make my passion build. My head fell to the side as I gradually...

Uncles Lay naked with me

I lay perfectly still listening to his breathing, his constant shifting and jerky movements exciting me, I knew he was being naughty, but he was an adult doing an adult thing, and in the darkness of the room his close proximity stirred feelings as yet unknown or undiscovered in my being, it was secretive and primeval, it was awakening feelings of desire and I involuntary moved closer, as if being drawn in, I waited for his response, and then my heart sank as I realized he had finished, I closed...

Maria Training a Slut Pt 1

We are leaving for the beach on the Friday of Labor Day weekend. Maria can’t get off of work early, which kind of pisses me off since we have to leave late… but it also works perfectly for what I have planned for the trip down. And since we’re off Monday, we’re not really losing that much beach time. I tell her that I‘ll pick her up at 7:00. She is to wear my favorite little black dress with no bra or panties. It clings to her trim body and shows off her long legs and round ass. Her...

Autobiography

C Autobiography I can't put my finger on the exact day I put on something a woman would wear. As I got older I started dating girls. There came many a time where we would be in a store shopping for her and I would pick the outfits that she eventually though looked the best on her. When she was gone I would put her clothes on. It never failed to arouse some kind of feminine rush of vunerability. Of course I never told her, nor did I wear things too small for fear of stretching them...

Feeling is believing

Dorette was taking a stroll around her parents’ garden. While they were on holiday she was around for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly. Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell he...

Sex At 20

Yeh baat us samay ki hai jab mein 20 saal ka tha aur 12 standard mein padta tha, tab mere yaha rent pe ek family rehti thi, uncle aunty aur unke 3 bacche, uncle ki age 50 hogi, aunty 47 ki thi aur dekhne mein moti thi kafi moti aur unka bada beta 24 ka , chota 16 ka aur ek ladki 19 ki.. Jab bhi mere ghar mein koi nahi hota tha to mein unke yaha chala jata tha aur aunty ke baccho ke saath khelta tha, Ek din uncle aur 3 bacche city 50 km door kahi ghumne gaye the aur aunty ghar mein aapni saas...

Jokes and GigglesChapter 362

Chastity is curable, if detected early. -- Anonymous How the Internet Started In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a healthy young wife by the name of Dorothy, who went by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, large of breast, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called, slangly, Amazon Dot Com. And she said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods...

A night with friends

Stacy and I had been looking for our next new experience and it came from the most unlikely of sources. It had been months since we had our strip club experience. This was about 3 weeks ago when we went over to a long time friend’s house. His name is Josh, and his girlfriend’s name is Sarah. My wife Stacy is a beautiful woman standing at 5’6” tall, weighing 125 lbs and is a 34 DDD that is all real. I am 5’11” tall 185 lbs and fairly fit. Sarah is definitely a little bigger girl at 5’4” and I...

The Servant8217s First Fuck 8211 New Comic Video

Everyone wants to know about Savita Bhabhi’s first fuck and when she lost her virginity. But our hot Bhabhi is more interested in knowing about her servant, Manoj’s first sex. And Manoj is more than happy to tell her about it. You can also hear the story along with Savita Bhabhi and read the dialogues in English too. You can watch more such Savita bhabhi hot sex videos. If you want to watch the full episode, join SavitaBhabhiVideos Telegram channel. You can join by clicking the button...

Kumar Apartment Season 2 Part 492 Bhawna Aur Akash Ke Khel Ka Hua Kabada

Narrated by Akash Agle 5–10-minute main living mein hi baitha raha. Bhawna aur aunty kitchen mein gharelu baato ke sath kaam kar rahe the. Tabhi Bhawna ke room ke bagal wala kamra khula aur fir ek haseen si khubsurat ladki apne geele balo ko sawarti hui nikali. Use dekhte hi mere dill mein laddu phoot gaye. Bhawna ne to ise Hitler bana dala tha apne baato mein par ye to kafi khoobsurat hai. Gol chehra, Bhawna jitni gori to nahi par rang utna sawla bhi nahi. Woh apni bath gown...

IncorrectionChapter 9

We both watched the guard lead the tailor out of the room. As soon as the door shut, Warden Kobe turned to me and said, “Now, about you and your commando fetish.” “It’s not a fetish...” I started, but her finger shushed me across my lips. She traced it down my chin, over my neck, and then back on my shoulder again. “I need you to relieve me of some stress I have, thanks to you.” “Really” I replied, a little confused, “I didn’t do anything.” “You and I have something in common.” she mused,...

College Experimentspart 3

I stared at him. "Seriously? Well, shit, dude. We could have stayed with the girls," I said, a little frustrated. "I was really thinking we were about to switch up and go again. Didn't you want to get a taste of Leslie?" I asked. "She was fine and that hot little pussy was so tight. And I wanted to fuck April again." I stretched and shivered in my wet clothes. "Yeah, I know, I know. It was definitely hot. But I was distracted. Had some other ideas, to be honest." Shane...

Tripps ClubChapter 5

From a distance I could here the murmur of people. My heart raced as I thought of what was about to happen. I was half naked, with a chain leading from the lips of my vagina to my best friend's nipples. And I was about to be put on display in front of a large group of wealthy perverts! "Ouch!", Monica yelped as my slowing pace caused the chain to pull her breasts. "Sorry, ... I'm scared.", I whispered back. We followed Tripp up a back staircase, and onto a small stage. The black curtain...

An Ode to an Older ManChapter 2

"Rich..." Gretchen panted to regain her breath. " ... I got to my room and there's a scrunchie on the doorknob!" "What does that mean?" "Don't you know?" He shook his head. "When I was in the dorms we didn't have scrunchies." "I'll bet the girls did. It means Debra has a guest and doesn't want to be disturbed." "Do you mean her Second Life boyfriend, Chad?" "I presume so," Gretchen replied. "I had no idea he was planning a visit." "You're allow...

Hard to ChewChapter 12

First one, then the other of Lou's elbows made purchase on the ledge where the shack that had pulled at him with its promise of water leaned against the vertical rock wall of the high desert canyon. His eyes immediately locked onto a thin stream of water running out from under the shack and pooling a few short feet away. It was only about twelve inches across and shallow, no deeper than an inch or two. To a man near death from dehydration it looked like all the water a person could ever...

Picnic with Karen Ch 1

The day was warm-too warm. A hot northerly was blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean. Arising early I packed the picnic hamper with yesterday’s efforts from careful shopping, placing the titbits that I knew Karen loved gently into the basket, the drinks going into a separate Esky. Calling early I found her in her usual lovely tussled state,(which I admittedly callously liked doing as she always looked very soft and feminine in the morning sun). She looked surprised at seeing me so early,but said...

Porn Trends