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My Time With Kelli Pt. 04 free porn video
The first couple of weeks after the break-up were hard. I went to work, doing all of the things that needed to get done, before heading back to the barracks. What I did when I got to the barracks is long in the past, too far back for me to remember. I do recall there were a few times that my old roommate, as I had moved into a different barracks with my promotion to Corporal, taught me the basics of line-dancing. Yeah, it was to help win Kelli back or to meet a new girl and rub it in her face.
So, a couple of Saturday nights go by and I take the chance to go out to the country bar that I know Kelli also frequents. I’m nervous as the only person I know there is my buddy, Walker. I’m dressed in jeans, an untucked polo shirt, and sneakers, sticking out within the crowd of cowboy boots and hats, tight jeans, and those checkered patterned shirts they wear.
I have my eyes on a different redhead but keep noticing Kelli. How could I miss her? Her pants were painted on and her loose, white blouse shows just the right amount of cleavage to be playful. She doesn’t notice me or, if she did, she doesn’t care. I catch her locking lips with her boyfriend, that David character I saw her getting sweaty with a month ago.
I glance over at this other girl but my eyes keep drifting back to Kelli. After a while, I’m approached by a different woman. She seems shy. She’s a little heavy-set, dark skin, a pleasant smile, and friendly eyes.
‘Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice you were looking at me,’ she says.
I’m caught off guard. ‘Huh, what?’ I ask.
She points in Kelli’s direction. ‘I was sitting at that table and felt you staring at me. I saw you smile and thought you had a nice smile.’
At this point in my life, I had never considered an interracial relationship. I think it had something to do with me being about as white as they come and thinking that someone from any other race would never be interested in me. So, naturally, I stumbled over my words, freezing without speaking.
‘It’s okay,’ she said, the glimmer in her eyes fading a bit. ‘Actually, I,m waiting for some friends but they haven’t shown up yet. I’m at a hotel across the street. Would you mind walking me over there?’
It was a better option than staring at Kelli all night. I smiled back at the woman. ‘I’d love to,’ I replied. I rose from the table and offer her my arm like a gentleman. Together, we left the bar, a small part of me thinking that people would see me leaving with this woman and get the idea that I was some kind of player.
Across the street, we enter the hotel room. She takes a moment to look around the place. ‘Nope, nobody here,’ she says in a depressed voice.
‘I could stay and wait here with you,’ I offer before I even know what I am saying.
‘I’ll make it worth it,’ she replies, moving towards me.
Nervous, I take a step back. Am I really attracted to this woman? Does it matter right now? Before I know it, I’m against the door. Her lips are around mind with her hands on my side. My heart is racing. I opt not to offend her and return her kiss. Her lips are moist, sweet, and juicy. She moves one hand up to my head, stroking the back of my neck and pressing me to her, guiding her tongue between my lips. Our tongues stroke against each other as the kissing grows intense.
She moans as she tastes me, attempt to suck the life out through my lips. Her body presses against me. Her large, round tits bulge from the pressure, looking like over-inflated water balloons. They are big and plump, I can’t take my eyes off them as our tongues continue to dual within our mouths.
Then, I feel my jeans loosen. She has unzipped my pants and fingered the button loose with one skillful hand. Her hand is inside my pants, stroking my semi-erect cock through the thin fabric of my boxers. I curl my back, as if to get away, but am hampered by the door, this whole situation was moving entirely too fast for me. Then, I feel her warm fingers stroking my solid, erect member. Her fingertips draw down to the balls. She cups them lightly, tenderly rubbing the flesh, feeling them swell within her grasp. It seems to turn her on as her kisses because deeper, nearly swallowing my face.
I gain a little distance by touching her waist, then sliding my hands up to cup her massive breasts. I push them up higher, getting the flesh to nearly roll over the opening in her dress to expose the dark, Hershey kiss colored nipples. Do I want her? No. Do I want to get laid? Hell yeah.
I feel my jeans slide down my legs. The boxers follow as she drops down to her knees. My cock is stiff and pointing straight up. She’s looking at it, the brilliant, white piece of man meat against the smooth, dark background. Her dark eyes look up at me. I smile and look up to the ceiling, ready to release my load all over her chest.
Her gentle fingers surround my shaft, stroking my prick lightly, drawing the skin back to make it as long and hard as she possibly can. Then, she puts her lips around the tip. It’s a soft kiss, one that nearly makes me explode. Then, she slides her lips further, gradually taking the head completely into her mouth. I look down to see her eyes focused on what she is doing. Her tongue plays over the head of my penis. Then, perhaps sensing that I am looking down at her, she looks up at me, meeting my gaze.
‘Oh God,’ I moan, feeling my load building, growing larger.
She senses this and takes her lips away. A thick string of pre-cum clings to her lips, still attached to the tip of my cock. She strokes my dick for a moment and, somehow, that makes me relax. Her hands moves up and down, up and down, as her other hands cups my balls, almost seeing how full they are and determining that she doesn’t want me to release my load yet.
Without a word, she takes the full length of my cock into her mouth. I feel the back of her throat and the bend leading down her neck. She closes her lips around me, slowly slipping me from her lips like she’s licking a popsicle on a cold day. She does this several more times, using her tongue to tease the underside of the head, rolling her head around to get the full, intense action of orally pleasuring me.
White, frothy pre-cum builds up around the corners of her mouth. She pops my prick from her mouth, breathless and hungry for more. She slurps the glob of pre-cum into her mouth, running her tongue along her lips to collect it all.
‘You want to cum, don’t you?’ she asks.
‘Oh yes,’ I whisper, ready to blow with a gentle breeze.
‘You want to cum in my mouth?’ She pulls down the top of her dress, exposing those mammoth melons. ‘Or shoot your white hot load all over the black hills? Mmm, maybe you want to fuck me first . . . I have a condom.’
She rocks backwards and ends out sitting on the corner of the bed. Her panties are quickly down around her ankles with her dress pulled up. She lightly traces a finger along the edge of her pussy, exposing the brilliant pink interior to my horny gaze. She rubs her pussy for a moment, getting it to glisten in the dingy light of the hotel.
I want to dive into, hard and fast, knowing that I’d nut within a moment. She knows this and reaches for the nightstand. She grabs a condom, tears it open, and rocks back onto the floor. Without another word, she slides the rubber along my cock. The gesture makes me want to cum but the tightness of it strangling my member keeps that from happening.
She takes hold of my rubber-covered dick and guides me over to the bed. She lays on her back, her legs spread, feet up in the air. I hover over her, looking at the light pink slit against as sea of dark brown. The grab my cock and guide the yellow condom towards her pussy. I touch her opening and push, feeling that she’s going to be tight.
‘Oh God,’ I whisper as my tip sinks in.
‘Oh fuck!’ she says as I sink all the way inside of her.
I grab her legs, which are nice, full, and firm for a lad
y that’s slightly overweight. I slowly slide forward and back, rocking my hips gently until I feel myself sliding a little more easily. I start to go faster, letting my balls slap against her ass, making her moan and scream with delight. Sweat is forming on my forehead, I remove my shirt and toss it to the side. I take a moment to step out of the clothes, now completely naked, I’m ready to plow that pussy like a pro.
I pull her to me as I slam against her, making her tits bounce with every thrust. Her nipples are peeking out over the top of the dress, but I won’t be satisfied until I’ve made them bounce free of the fabric. I thrust harder and harder, slamming my steely shaft into her warm twat faster and faster, hoping to alter the rhythm to cause her titties to release from their confines.
I put a knee on the edge of the bed and push her leg up onto my shoulder and drop into her. A hot, sweaty fwhap echoes through the room. Her breathing gets heavier, her moaning gets deeper. I watch her titties bounce as she slips her arms through her dress, pulling the material down to expose what my eyes desire to see.
These puppies bounce so hard, they smack her in the chin with every thrust and it is hot. She cups them, controls them as she plays with the nipples. I slow down a bit, swinging my hips from side to side as I continue to thrust into her. She likes the softer, gentle change and places a hand on my bare hip to encourage me to keep that pace. I place a hand above her pussy, feeling the curly, black hairs against my palm as I thumb her clitorus. She draws her hips upwards, allowing me a different angle and the ability to explore deeper into her wonderful cavern.
I push against her, hovering over her and she crawls along the bed, allowing me to follow. My feet are propped on the bed and my arms are straight in a classic pushup position . . . and still, her titties are nearly against my chest. I drop my hips downward, slowly, until I can’t go any deeper. She gasps. I move my hips back, feeling my dick nearly spring free of her pussy. Just as the tip is almost ready to pop free, I slide back into her. Gradually, following her moans, I increase the pace.
She’s moaning, rolling her head along the bed. I’m working up a sweat over her, mixing ‘Oh God’s with ‘Oh fuck’s. Breathlessly, I tell her, ‘I want to cum.’ To that, she slaps a hand on my ass cheek and squeeze firmly. ‘Then cum in my, you have a condom on.’ And she pulls me tightly to her, arching her back, tightening her muscles to pinch every drop of cum from me.
She sighs as she feels the condom fill within her cavity. She draws in deep breaths as I slowly pull out. Her fingers play across my stomach before falling upon my twitching member. Her fingers feel for the condom and slowly roll it off of me. I step off the bed and watch as she drips large globs of cum over her breasts, moaning as the hot, sticky liquid flows to her shoulder or into the cleavage. She cups a breast and licks my cum from her boobs. It’s then that I notice her fingers playing within her pussy.
‘Not bad, white boy,’ she says, turning the condom inside out to lick every last drop of cum contained within. ‘Now, you better get dressed and out of her before my boyfriend shows up.’
Without another word, I get dressed and leave. In all honesty, it felt shitty, it felt wrong. Even while I was thrusting into this woman, this stranger, I kept thinking about my time with Kelli. And while it felt good to be inside a woman once again, it wasn’t the same as it was with Kelli.
*****
It is early evening the night before Thanksgiving. I have no plans for the weekend. Many of my fellow Marines have opted to travel home for the holiday. I have returned to the barracks after a week of field exercises. The barracks are quiet, there are some Marines around but, for the most part, many have gone out for the night, invited out or just looking for something to pass the time on the extended weekend.
I have just showered the dirt and grime from my body that was left over from the field exercises when there is a knock at my door. At first, I thought it was a co-worker or friend stopping by to invite me to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Then, I thought it was a friend looking to hangout for the evening. As I kick the drawer beneath my bunk closed, the drawer containing a few adult videos, I briefly think that it may be someone saying that my parents have called, that they are in town or that there has been an emergency.
What I see it the Desk Sergeant standing at my door. He tells me that there is a call at the front desk. I leave my room and go up to the phone in the center of the building, expecting the worst.
‘Hello?’ I ask.
‘Mike? It’s Kelli.’ We talk for a minute or two before I let her know that I can’t talk long on that phone. ‘Oh, it’s okay. Why don’t you come over?’ She asks.
‘Really?’ It’s a blast from the past. I’m excited, but skeptical.
‘Yeah, I just thought we could hang out or something.’
I changed my clothes and headed out the door. Before the span of an hour, I was pulling up to Kelli’s place. It was the same one I had caught her fucking David in, but it was a different place from when we first got together. I was nervous as I approached the door, slightly fearful of what I may find inside.
I knock. Kelli answers. Her red hair is curly and hanging down past her shoulders. She is wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt and tight blue jeans. Her smile radiates upon seeing me and I want to embrace her right there. But I hold back, uncertain of what the status of our relationship is. And that’s when she hugs me first. Her arms are around my neck and back. I smell her lovely fragrance and my heart skips a beat.
‘How have you been?’ she asks, still holding me.
My arms are around her waist. I don’t want to let her go and only do so after feeling her arms loosen. ‘I’ve been fine,’ I reply. ‘Working hard and staying busy.’
‘You haven’t been to the bar in a while.’
‘Yeah, I had to leave that scene. I’m not a country guy and don’t really fit in there. Besides, I cranked some AC/DC in the parking lot and nearly got into it with a bouncer because of it. The funny thing is, there was more of a party in the parking lot than inside the building.’
This is how the evening went. I was introduced to her roommate, her name I can’t recalled. She had a boyfriend that showed up at one point, can’t remember his name either. They both seemed like they liked to drink and drug, and why they were around Kelli is anybody’s guess.
We talked for the entire night. I felt somewhat like an outcast and listened as they talked. I made conversation when it felt right. I felt like a complete outcast when her roommate brought up her last boyfriend, David, and how they had had sex in the kitchen, burning the steak that she was cooking. I felt like leaving at that point.
I’ll save you the excitement. Kelli fell asleep during the conversation. She slept in her roommate’s room, on the floor. I took a daybed in some spare room.
The next morning, I awoke bright and early. Her roommate and the boyfriend were gone. I found Kelli barely awake but knowing that she had to get on the road for Thanksgiving dinner at her mom’s place. I waited patiently as she showered. She dressed, privately, in dark pants and a white blouse. We talked while she curled her hair, creating a curl that hung down to one side of her face.
When she was done, I stood and we walked into the hallway. I hugged her, thanked her for a wonderful evening (even though not much happened, but she was really good company). She sat upon the floor and watched me linger by the doorway.
‘What’s wrong?’
Kelli shook her head, afraid to answer.
I crouched before her and looked in her eyes. There were tears welling up within. One trickled down her cheek, I quickly brushed it away.
‘Don’t worry, it’s all okay.’
I move to kiss her on the forehead
. She places her hands upon the sides of my face and angles me downward. She meets my lips and we kiss. I was expecting something brief but, as our lips touched, I felt something electric. We were locked together. Gradually, Kelli rolled onto her back, drawing me with her. My body hovered over her’s. Gently, I lowered myself against her. She gasped as our pelvises meet.
We kissed deeply, her lips tasting like strawberries. I sucked on her lips, savoring the taste, hungry for more. Her brilliant, white teeth nibbled on the edge of my lips, demanding that I not stop. Her fingernails dug into my back, clawing my shirt upward until she was able to pull it over my head. Then, she caressed by chest with one hand while playing the tips of her fingers down my spine to the small of my back.
It tickled, and while I arched my back, I pressed harder against her. She gasped again as she felt my erection pressing through our pants. She bit her lower lip, contemplating her next action. Her eyes flared with a passion. She clutched the sides of my face, much like the first time we kissed, and pulled her lips to mine. As her tongue swirled around mine, teasing it with skillful precision, she slid her hands down my chest, along my stomach, to the waist of my jeans.
Kelli’s fingers wasted no time in loosening the button. She pulled the fabric apart for the zipper to draw down. Without that pressure constraining my cock, I felt the blood flow increase. As we continued to kiss, her hands fought to push my pants down. She curled her legs up, placing her feet upon my upper thigh. I could feel the heat blooming from within her against the thin fabric of my boxers. She used her stocking-covered feet to slip my jeans down to my ankles.
Then, she ran her hands along the waist of my boxers. She stopped when she felt something extraordinary. She stopped to look down at what her hands felt. Her eyes lit brightly as she eyed the tip of my penis poking out over the top of the boxers.
‘Someone’s excited,’ she said matter-of-factly. She reached down, stroking my throbbing cock through the thin material. I squirmed within her touch, backing away slightly to not release too early, but also pressing hard against her hand, begging for more. Her eyes locked upon mine as she continued to stroke, feeling my prick stiffen within her soft, delicate hands. She felt the tip moisten and dropped her hands to the waist of her own pants.
She fumbled with her jeans for a moment. Then, Kelli lifted her hips, tugging the tight material over her perfectly round hips. She slipped her legs out from underneath me and extended them towards the sky. I saw her bare thigh and an uncovered portion of her buttocks, so firm and round and silky smooth. I reached down, touching her hips, dragging my fingertips up her legs until I could grab her jeans. Slowly, I slipped them along her long, sensual legs. I kissed her knee, her calf, and her ankle before dropping the jeans to the floor and parting her legs promptly.
Kelli drew in a deep breath as the cooler air touched the moist fabric of her panties. I could see she was wet, leaking through the pink material slightly. I reached down and touched myself, knowing I was still hard. Kelli grabbed onto my boxers and pulled me close to her. Her body was electric. It was the only thing I wanted, not just her body, but her entirely, and she knew this.
Her fingers worked my boxers downward. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her heels pressing against my buttocks to get the boxers down further. I felt a hand rest on my ass and squeeze. Having run up hills in formation had really toned my body and she seemed to really like that.
Then, her hand was one my erect dick, lightly stroking the middle of the shaft. Her fingers would wonder upward, caressing the soft, sensitive tip before slipping to the underside. My cock twitched before her touch. She moved her hands downward, caressing my shaved balls, rolling them around in her hand as she released a low moan.
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