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Fourth of July

By: POFD



A few years ago, coming out of my divorce, I found myself hooked on multiple commitments. If having one woman in love with you was good, how about having two or three or more in love with you? Of course, the answer is that just as the pleasure is multiplied, so is the pain. I would experience the "pain" side of things time and again later that summer, but one Fourth of July weekend I would experience the pleasure, with a perfect alignment of sorts.

Thursday Night: My current lover, we'll call her Contessa, was over at my house the night before, on the 3rd. A tiny, curvaceous dark-haired Mediterranean beauty in her mid-30's, she had small breasts and a round, firm, fuckable ass. We went to bed at the usual hour, but before we fell asleep, my excitement got the better of my and, reaching over, I felt her ass and pulled her towards me. She pushed back against my rapidly hardening cock. My right hand came around her right hip, slowly moving down into her black, see-through panties, pushing them down until I found her dripping, wet pussy. My left hand came up around her neck, pulling her into me, as my right hand pulled down her panties. She helped me, kicking off her panties.

We rolled onto our stomachs and my legs parted hers. With little foreplay, I entered Contessa from behind, my cock splitting her pussy into as I breathed in her sweet, soft dark mane. Quite expressive, Contessa purred with appreciation as I entered, lifting her hips up off the bed to match my thrusts. I held her down as I pumped her, completely enveloping her petite frame, all the while thinking about tomorrow's planned activities, and when I couldn't take any more. I exploded inside of her. 

My cock still inside of Contessa , we fell asleep. I knew that sharing my precious bodily fluids might sap some of my strength on Friday, but the sexual energy was high

Friday morning – No. 1: We awoke at roughly the same time. Eschewing morning ablutions, we lay in bed for awhile. At length, Contessa rolled onto me and passionately kissed me. Her legs enveloped mine and she slid onto my cock, riding herself to orgasm. After a few post-coital minutes, Contessa got up and made coffee. I gathered that she had planned on spending the day with me, but I had other plans. Contessa grudgingly complied. We showered and parted ways. 

It was a beautiful, sunny morning, and I had some time to kill. I cleaned the house and tidied up in by bedroom. I did not change my sheets. At 11:30, I headed off to the airport, my ex-wife, we'll call her Claire, was flying in for the weekend. A little taller than Contessa, Claire was Cuban, with a curvy body, dark hair and coal black eyes. In her late 30's, 5'4", Claire was a study in contrasts, sometimes frumpy and sometimes ditzy, she could sparkle when necessary and was very bright and cunning. Her innocence and wholesomeness belied the fact that she was a horney size-queen with a deep, abiding love of cock, all cock, anytime, anywhere. The bigger the better, but while she preferred a big, thick cock, she rarely said no to any cock that she liked.

No. 2: I was late. Pulling into the discount airline's lane for arrivals, I saw Claire waving to me. She was wearing hip hugger slacks and a silk multicolored, long-sleeved blouse and sunglasses. I pulled up and unlocked the doors. She opened the back doors and threw her overnight bag in the back and then climbed into the front seat. We greeted each other with a long hug and plenty of deep kisses. I noticed that her blouse was opened to expose her ample breasts and I could smell her perspiration and perfume. My hands explored her body, nonverbally cuing her to my continued interest in her. We were no longer together; I no longer possessed her. Still, the passion continued unabated.

I pulled out of the lane and, headed toward the on-ramp to the toll-road; I reached over and unbuttoned her slacks to expose her semi-transparent, multicolored panties, and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. She was no longer my wife. I didn't care who saw her, I cared only that she was going to suck and fuck me hard and often. Having long since gotten over the pain and humiliation of the slow-motion wreck that had been the end of our marriage, I objectified her as nothing more than a hot and willing piece of ass. What her views were, I no longer cared. 

Looking at me longingly, she massaged my cock through my jeans. Stopping to check her voice messages at home in Miami and on her cell, Claire paused to call the Panamanian, her lover at the time, to assure him that she was well, but that she was traveling to Tampa or Orlando to visit relatives for the weekend. Claire didn't need a jealous lover flying into Miami wondering where she was or who she was doing. 

When we pulled onto the toll-road, she unbuckled her seat belt and reached over to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. Claire pulled out my cock and, never taking her eyes off of it, reached down with right hand and gathered up the pre-cum forming on the tip and licked it off of her fingers. She then bent down and began sucking me off.

I'm not sure when this started, but for years whenever one of use met the other at airport, she would suck me off on the drive home (or to the hotel, or wherever). This time was no different. I pulled over to the right lane and set the cruise control to the speed limit. As she worked my cock in her mouth, she made sure that the shaft was drenched in pre-cum and saliva. She licked up and down the shaft several times and even sucked on my balls. Then she swirled her tongue along the tip of my cock, tasting the accumulating pre-cum. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down my shaft, her right hand also working the shaft. I pushed Claire's pants down and felt her round, soft ass in my hand. Sometimes, Claire would look up at me to make sure that I was happy, but most of the time, her eyes were either closed or intently focused on my cock. I alternated among her ass, her sopping wet pussy, and her pendulous breasts as we traveled down the toll-road. My mind went back and forth, from Thursday night, to the morning, to what Claire was doing to my cock, to what was, I hoped, going to happen later.

At some point, I knew that I had passed the point of no return. Claire could tell. I began thrusting into her mouth, my bare ass lifting of the seat, as she quickened the pace of her sucking. I looked around to see who might be watching, but surprisingly, this time, no one was. In a rush of thoughts, most of them centered on the chocha cubana sucking my cock, I exploded in her mouth, shooting spasm after spasm of cum into her throat. Claire took it all, never changing speed, never gagging. She swallowed every drop and then slowly licked my cock clean. Pleased with her work, she hugged me and then returned to telling me about the latest in her life.

The rest of the drive home was uneventful. When we got there, I grabbed Claire's bag and escorted her down to my den and bedroom. We French-kissed and I stripped the blouse from her, followed by her slacks. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set. I remarked to myself that her Panamanian lover had had a greater influence on style than I had had. Her dark brown hair had highlights, she had a French nails, and she regularly had a Brazilian wax. The see-through panties gave a beautiful view of a well-maintained (but well-used) landing strip. I moved her over to the bed and we collapsed on it, groping each other and kissing deeply. I slipped them off of her and entered her. Her wide, wet pussy was comforting. I hoped I would have the strength to make it to the end of the day, but I could not pass up the opportunity to fuck this woman. Rolling about in different couplings without ever pulling out of her, we fucked for 30 to 45 minutes before I came in her.

No. 3: I thought of showering, but decided otherwise. I wanted the smell of other pussy on me as I went to pick up my next lover of the day. On my way I thought what Lynn might do when she saw me. She was in her mid-30's, tall – 5'9", blonde and blue-eyed, with pert breasts, boyish hips and a woman's rounded ass. She was a lobbyist, bright, loved to fuck and suck, and very passionate, which was good and bad. Having experience both sides of her emotional spectrum, I had mixed feelings about maintaining a relationship, but her pussy kept drawing me back to her, long after I knew that any relationship with her was unwise.

I drove back into town and pulled up to her East Capitol Street condo. She came out shortly, elegantly dressed with a simple, yet expensive sheath covering her lavender La Perla lingerie. Her legs were bare and she wore open-toed sandals. She stepped into my vehicle and gave me a long, wet kiss. Lynn had formidable charms and when she turned them on, men were powerless.

We drove over to my offices and she made small talk along the way. I hiked up her dress and fingered her pussy with my right hand, knowing I would have to shake hands with some of her friends later on that day. We got to my offices and went up to my office. I locked the doors and turned on the radio. We had some time to kill before the pre-party and then onto the Fourth of July party to watch fireworks on the Mall. After a few beers, I called her over to me and instructed Lynn to kneel in front of me. She complied and gave me a deep kiss. I reached over and unbuckled my pants. She needed no further invitation, unzipping my pants, and pulling my cock out through my boxers. Lynn's cocksucking was different from Claire's. Not as adept, but clearly enthusiastic. When we first began seeing each other, she had not swallowed afterwards, preferring to let my cum run down the shaft. After hearing of my preference for a woman who swallowed, she obliged and in time came to enjoy finishing me off in her mouth and then swallowing me whole.

I caressed the side of her head with my left hand as I drank my beer. After a while, I put my beer down and motioned to my desk. She walked over to my glass-topped desk and backed into it. Hiking her dress up higher, she reached down and gently pulled her panties off, sliding them daintily over her ass, letting them slip to her ankles, and then kicking them off with her feet. I dropped my pants and approached her, my cock at attention pointing up. Pushing her against my desk, I lifted one leg up so that I could enter her pussy. She raised her ass a few inches, balancing on the desk and pulled me deep into her pussy. We kissed as I thrust into her for five or ten minutes, before I pulled out and told her to bend over the desk. Lynn was into spanking and authoritarian fucking. I smacked her ass hard. She yelped and reached back to pull her ass apart. Lynn wanted no part of her to hinder my cock from going as deep into her pussy as possible – she loved getting fucked from behind. I gave her what she wanted, fucking her hard as I pulled her long blonde hair and smacked her ass roughly. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, fuck me!" she repeated over and over

Boring of this, stopped and told her to take off her dress. She turned so that I could unzip her dress. It slipped off of her body. Now wearing nothing but her expensive sandals, she dropped to the carpet, on her back and waited for me. I climbed on top of her and entered her again. My cock, somewhat sore from the day's previous eruptions, remained hard and enthused. I pounded Lynn, her gorgeous, long legs straight up in the air, her moans filling my office and, finally, my jism spewing forth in an eruption, rivulets of which ran down the crack of her ass onto the carpet. 

Lynn picked up her panties, excused herself, and went into my personal restroom, where she dressed and freshened up. I commanded her to leave my cum inside of her. I wanted to know that for the rest of the day, her panties would be soaked with my semen, her inner thighs covered with my dried cum.

We left the offices and walked the short distance to the party. Lynn had secured tickets and we found ourselves on the South Lawn, watching the fireworks. The rest of the date was uneventful. We drove back to Lynn's condo and she thanked me for the wonderful evening. She commented about how well-fucked she was and gave me a long parting kiss before running to the doors of her building.

I had a few more hours in the day and Claire was waiting for me.

Friday Night, No. 2 redux: Arriving home, I found Claire in my bed waiting for me. I poured myself a Scotch and went downstairs to see her. Our divorce had been amicable, which is to say, still painful but we continued to see and sleep with each other, for a while at least. What her motivations were never were clear to me. Perhaps it was love, perhaps longing, perhaps lust. When we did spend time together it was always pleasant. 

Claire had watched the festivities on television. She knew that I had had a date with Lynn and knew that I couldn't break it. She knew about Contessa as well. Now, as I finished my Scotch, I was going to tell her about the day's events.

As we lay in bed, I kissed her held her closely. She was wearing a simple satin slip, one I had given her when we were married. I toyed with her breasts. Low-slung and full, they looked and felt great. Best of all were her nipples. Like all Hispanic women I knew, she had large areola and when her nipples hardened, they were like pencil erasers. Her breasts were very sensitive and she loved having them stroked and kissed and sucked. I did all three to her as I began telling her about the day's events. Mounting her, my cock split apart her pussy lips as I described how I had fucked Contessa in the same spot where Claire lay, her pussy juices running down her ass and onto the sheets, just as Contessa's had done. Then I thanked her for the magnificent cocksucking on the ride home. Finally, I described every bit of my time with Lynn. As I got to the end of the stories, I began thrusting faster and deeper. Claire's eyes closed and she began to moan I recounted other lays in the past weeks on that bed too, but none of them, I confessed made me come as deep or has I hard as she did. Claire screamed out as she orgasmed over and over. I came too, my angry cock throbbing in pleasure and pain, lacking sufficient fluid to ejaculate into her sopping wet pussy.

On that night, all the fireworks had been good. I would learn later about the dangers of having more than one girlfriend at a time, both from Contessa and Lynn, but Claire, if she had any complaints, never shared them with me.

Fourth of July Bang



We sat on the beach waiting for the fireworks to start. The sun was going down behind us as we watched the waves beat against the shore. I brought down a blanket for us to sit on, while Jon brought the food and drinks. I laughed as he fed me sushi and told me about his new job he was about to start in August. 

We were sitting on the private beach behind my new house waiting for the fireworks to begin on the island across the water. I had a large beach blanket spread out and we were lying across it eating a cold dinner and enjoying a great bottle of Californian wine. The view, complete with a perfect sunset, was amazing and worth every penny I spent to get the large piece of land. 

My nearest neighbor was hundreds of yards away on each side and I liked it that way. The property had security gates all around it and I had a pack of Rottweilers to "protect" me. They were more like area rugs than watch dogs. They still looked impressive when people came to the gates. Now they played with each other at the water's edge, splashing in the waves as they licked the shore. 

The Tiki torches added a soft glow to the sand as the sun nestled in its western bed for the night. Jon commented to me as to how their light made my eyes sparkle. He reached over for a piece of cheese and his hand brushed against my inner thigh. I let out a soft "mmm" and he did it again deliberately. I smiled and slid my hand on his bare leg and slightly up the leg of his shorts. I caressed his thigh and he did the same to me. He leaned over towards me and we kissed as the first round of fireworks went off.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me. I shook my head yes and placed my hand on tent in his shorts. He kissed me again and slid his hand under the material of my tank top. His fingers were soon working on getting my nipple to pay attention to him and I could feel myself begin to get hot and wet. 

We kissed some more and his hand slid down to my shorts. I freed him and he sprang out of his boxers like a soldier caught doing something wrong by his commanding officer. He was at attention and already nice and hard. I took an ice cube from my drink and rubbed it all over his silky head. The shock from the cold stunned him for a second but once he got used to it, he loved it. 

"Good lord that's cold." He said.

"Shh or I won't finish" I told him with a smile. I knew that he rated his dates by their ability to give head and I wanted to show him that I was the best he was ever going to have. He leaned back and I started to lick the underside of his shaft. I began to suck on the extra loose skin under the base of his head and I could feel him grabbing at the blanket and trying not to let me know that I was driving him nuts. I stopped what I was doing for a second and he begged me to continue. As I sucked him off like a pro, his hand slipped up the leg of my shorts and he slid a finger into my soaking wet hole.

"Wow you get wet," he said to me as I sucked on his balls. "I don't know what's wetter? Your hot mouth or this."

I started bucking against his finger in my pussy and he slid in another finger. I felt him get tighter so I mouth fucked his dick hard so he'd cum for me. He picked up his pace and my moaning against his dick made him boil over into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of cum and licked my lips after I was done. He was still sensitive so I licked the tip of his dick until he couldn't take anymore. 

"Where did you learn how to do that?" he demanded to know. I laughed at him and told him that he forgot to finish me off. "Give me a couple of minutes and you'll wish you never said that."

He stripped me of my shorts and told me to get on my knees and face the water. He knelt behind me and started to finger me again while he played with my clit. Fireworks went off inside of me as they exploded overhead. I was melting on his hand like butter as he got me off again. 

I couldn't take it anymore and begged him to fuck me. He laughed at me and rubbed himself against my dripping wet slit. 

"Fuck me already. It's not nice to tease a frenzied woman". I needed him now. I didn't want to wait. I had waited long enough. I wanted this for years.

The rockets went off overhead as he entered me. He paced himself to the rhythm of the explosions over us and he was driving me nuts. I felt my orgasm build up fast and hard as he teased my hole. I begged him to fuck me hard and he laughed at me. He picked up the pace as the finale went off and we both came with the last rockets going off. 

We fell into a heap on the blanket kissing under the moonlight and soft glow of the candlelight. I couldn't help but think that the guest room was never going to get any use with Jon living with me. His hand slid between my thighs again and I knew that the fireworks were not over for the night for us. They were just beginning.



Fourth of July Bang



My wife and I grow up in a small town in Connecticut. We first met in high school. She was a junior and I was a senior. I was the first person she had sex with. Shortly after she graduated from high school we were married. 

Although my wife was somewhat shy and reserved when it came to sex, our sex life was good. After two years of marriage some of the excitement was gone for me. One 4th of July weekend we were invited to party at friends house. Having no other plans we accepted and made the one-hour trip. After a long day and night of partying we head home. On the way home we decided to stop at a bar not far from where we lived.

The bar was empty for a Saturday night. There were one or two couples and an older man sitting at the bar. My wife, who gets very friendly when she's drunk, started a conversation with the older man. His name was Mark. He was a salesman that lived in New York with his wife and family. Before we knew it the bar was closing and we had to leave. My wife asked Mark if he wanted to stop at our house for a nightcap before calling it a night. He accepted and followed us home in his car.

When we got home we continued to drink and watching TV. I sat in a chair and my wife and Mark on the couch across from me. My wife had her head on the armrest with knees bent, feet up on the middle cushion. Mark at the other end. 

At some point it time I fell a sleep. When I woke, through half closed eyes, I could see that my wife was still lying on the couch. Mark was still sitting at the end of the couch. My wife appeared to be sleeping. Her eyes were closed and other than an occasional moan she was quite. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that Mark was leaning in the direction of my wife. I then noticed his hand was up the leg of my wife's loose fitting shorts. From the movement of his hand I could tell he was finger fucking her. I knew I should get up and stop him but as I watched the movement of his hand up the leg of my wife's shorts I felt my cock start to grow. Here was this older man finger fucking my wife right in front of me.

As I watched Mark finger fucked my wife my cock got harder and harder. After several minutes he stopped and unzipped his pants. He then pulled out one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen. I watched in fascination as he stroked his huge cock. What he did next really surprised me. After a few minutes he climbed up on the cough between my wife's bent knees. I knew he was going to fuck her. I wanted him to fuck her.

I watched as with one hand Mark held the leg of my wife's loose fitting shorts open and with the other hand guided his cock up the her leg of her shorts. Then his hips jerk forward a few times and he placed both hands on the armrest of the cough, I then knew he was in her. 

He pumped his cock in and out of my wife's cunt for more tan 15 minutes. When he lunged forward hard and stopped, I knew he was dumping his load in my wife's unprotected cunt. When he was done he climbed off my wife. I could see my wife's juices on his cock. He then put his cock back in his pants and left.

When I heard his car pull away I got up and when to my wife. I shook her and called her name. She mumbled a little but did not wake up. I turned on the lights on and pulled her shorts and panties off. When I examined her cunt it looked red and open. There was a stream of cum leaking out of her. I then dropped my pants and crawled between her spread legs. My cock slid right in. I never felt my wife so wet and open before. Within seconds I was dumping my load into my wife's already cum filled cunt.

When I was done I covered my wife with a blanket and went to bed. Sometime later that morning my wife climbed into to bed next to me. She was still naked from the waist down. When we got up I noticed there was a large wet spot where she was sleeping. She told me that she was sore down there. I never told her why and she never asked.



Fourth of July Birthday



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. 

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. 

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This is the fourth in my "(insert holiday name) Birthday" series. The first three are "Valentine Birthday", "Easter Birthday" and "Double Birthday." Readers have asked me to expand the series. This time, a girl's birthday coincides with our country's birthday celebration. Fireworks aren't the only things that get hot! 

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"Daddy, they're doing fireworks at Puddle Park."

The park wasn't really called Puddle Park. That was a nickname. At the bottom of three steep hills, the park filled with water after any rainstorm. The local weather forecaster would report how much rain we got by how much of the swing sets were submerged. High and dry above the depression were parking lots for visiting citizens.

"So, Daddy, will you take us? Pleeeeese?"

"Us" was the shortcut for my daughter and her four closest friends. They went everywhere together. On our first outing, I got to know her friend and our neighbor Bree really well. Too well, in retrospect. I had taken her cherry on her eighteenth birthday. It wasn't my idea, really, although I guess I went along willingly. Then there was Marci, who fucked me like a bunny while I wearing an Easter bunny costume. I hadn't seen the girls as a group since then.

"Okay, I'll drive you all to the park for the fireworks display."

And so I drove our van through the extended neighborhood, gathering the budding young women.

"Hello, Mr. Marcus," Bree greeted me warmly.

"Hi, Bree," I responded, uncomfortable at hiding our intimate liaison. 

"Hi, Mr. Marcus," said Marci, grinning broader than necessary.

I promised myself that no repeat episodes like those would occur this night. 

My daughter and I were well prepared, but the girls brought extra blankets, snacks and whatever else young girls carry in those oversized shoulder bags they use as purses. Although all of the girls were dressed for the warm weather, Sally was dressed the most provocatively. Her shorts were handmade from regular blue jeans, but cut so high the cheeks of her ass stuck out from the backs and the two front pockets hung down from the extremely brief clipping on the front. Her crop-top was at least one size too small, and there was clear evidence she had left her bra at home. I locked up the van and we paraded down the slope towards the bottom.

"Let's set up next to the sandbox," my daughter demanded.

Once she had something in her head, there was no negotiating. The recent rain had turned the sand into semi-permeable concrete. The ground was damp. Fortunately, we had brought a plastic drop cloth to put down, so as not to ruin the blankets. The ground was not only damp but also cold and it took several layers of blankets to made a warm patch. The girls were playfully roughhousing and Sally got pushed off the blanket onto the cold damp turf.

"Eeeeoooo, I'm soaked," she cried.

When she stood up, I saw that her shorts and exposed buttocks were wet and dirty from the ground.

"I need to go back up to the van and change. Mr. Marcus, could I please have the key?"

"Don't let her go alone, Daddy. We'll be okay here. There are still four of us."

I agreed, following Sally up the steep hill. More than once Sally lost her footing on the damp grass, and I had to grab her to prevent her from tumbling down the embankment, taking me with her. I had several opportunities to touch her body, each time making a frantic grab regardless of where my hand landed. Her safety, not my pleasure, was my concern. By the time we got to the parking lot, I had accidentally groped Sally all over. I was not unaffected by these chance opportunities. I unlocked the van and opened the rear hatch, where the girls had stowed still more backpacks and duffel bags. Sally bent forward, giving me an extended look at her dirty, exposed buttocks. She found her duffel and searched for a change of clothing.

"I was sure I packed a pair of jeans, for when it got colder. I guess I must have left them at home. At least I have a towel."

Sally faced me and rubbed the towel back and forth her backside like a hula dancer. The rest of her body swayed with the movement. I kept reminding myself of the Valentine's Day and Easter incidents and my promise to myself to avoid a repeat. 

Sally handed me the towel.

"Did I get all of the wet spots, Mr. Marcus?" Sally asked, spinning around and bending over slightly. By dragging the towel back and forth, Sally had displaced the crotch material of her shorts. Even in the dim parking lot lighting, I could see part of her pussy exposed.

"I think I have a wet spot. Could you get it for me?"

I wadded up the towel and passed it quickly over her behind, trying to keep my hands at a distance from her privates.

"You'll never get it that way."

Sally placed the towel flat on my hand and placed it in between her buttocks, manipulating it by moving my wrist.

"Ooh, that's better."

"Sally, I don't think -"

"Mr. Marcus, I'm hot as a fire cracker."

Sally reached back and grabbed the front of my pants.

"Ooh, and so are you. I really want to celebrate tonight with a bang."

Sally pulled the towel free but left my hand between her legs. She didn't have to move my wrist. I was out of control but in control, stroking her partially exposed and partially covered mound.

"Come on," she said, crawling into the back of the van. She released the middle seats and pushed them forward. Then she lay back on the thin carpeting. Her short shorts and panties were off in an instant. Her legs spread, she was waiting. For me. What was I going to do?

"Get in and shut the hatch before anybody sees me," she demanded.

I followed her orders. I was kneeling above her as she undid my belt and zipper. Her hand reached inside my shorts.

"Bree said you were big but I didn't believe her. I should have used a bigger candle."

"So you planned this?" I asked, trying to ignore the effect her tiny hand was having, stroking my erection.

"Yeah, sure. Oh, you don't know! Today is my birthday. I'm eighteen tonight, and I want you to be my first real lover."

"Sally, I'm really flattered, but this isn't right."

"Oh, so it was okay to fuck the shit out of Bree and Marci, but I'm not good enough. What, am I so ugly?"

Sally used both hands to pull up her tank top, leaving it to hang loose around her neck. Her small breasts were capped by medium sized brown patches and small nubbins in the centers.

"No, Sally, you're not ugly at all. You're very pretty."

Sally continued to work my penis with one hand and herself with the other.

"Then come closer and show how me how pretty I am."

Sally did the honors, pulling my pants and underwear down to just above my knees. I leaned forward, balancing my weight on my knees between her legs, Sally directing my erection towards her massaged and willing pussy. I put my stiff arms on each side of her body, so I wouldn't crush her with my weight. The quarters were so cramped, the only place for my feet were up in the air, against the window of the rear hatch. I was pretty well jammed in until Sally pulled me closer, unceremoniously thrusting my dick into her cunt.

"Give me your fire cracker," she moaned, thrusting her hips forward to take more.

Okay, I figured. She wants to feel something in her. I'd be happy to oblige. But, I won't make the same mistake that I made with Bree and Marci. I'll keep things under control, give her a couple of inches and pull out before I cum. 

"Uh, uh, uh, no, you've got to go deeper, Mr. Marcus. Fuck me good, fuck me deep."

Sally scooted towards me. In my position, feet against the rear window, on my knees, arms locked and outstretched holding me up, I had nowhere to move. Now I was a couple of inches further into Sally's cunt. She was thrusting her hips even more frantically, and my penis was really enjoying the friction. She must have used a very small candle indeed. Okay, I'm a little deeper than I wanted to be, but that's okay. In for an inch, in for four. Or six. Okay, eight. I can still pull out before I dump my load and Sally will still be happy and well fucked.

"I can't see anything. I really want to see you fucking me."

Neither of us was in a position to turn on the overhead dome light, and that was just as well. Even with privacy glass, I was afraid someone would see in if we turned on the light. Sally reached for her backpack and fumbled around inside it. I couldn't see what she was doing until it was too late. She used a lighter and lit a sparkler.

"Sally, we're right above the gas tank. Put that out. And don't touch it. It's hot."

I couldn't believe I was giving parental instruction to the young lady I was fucking. Sally blew with all of her might but of course the sparkle burned even brighter. She shook it, and that's when it happened. A few burning embers came loose and landed on my back, just above my ass. I was right, it was hot. I had no free hand to flick them off. 

"Sally, I'm burning up."

"Oh, Mr. Marcus, I'm hot for you too."

Sally continued to buck her hips with more vigor. All I could think to do was to try and toss the embers off by bucking up and back, hoping the movement would dislodge them. The pain of my burning flesh was completely distracting. I could think of nothing else except getting them off.

"Owwww." 

"Ooooh," Sally moaned.

I threw my body forward. They stayed, stuck to my flesh.

"Owwww." 

"Ooooh."

Again, putting my weight behind the lunge. No effect.

"Owwww." 

"Ooooh."

Once more. The pain was decreasing. Maybe they were burning out.

"Owwww." 

"Ooooh."

I looked down. I was buried to the hilt in Sally's cunt, not a fraction of an inch to spare. In my efforts to dislodge the burning embers, I had made a series of serious and deep thrusts into Sally's tight cunt and raised both of our levels of excitement. In response, Sally had scooted even further towards me. My knees were bent even tighter, and I had no room to move back, or even forward for that matter. And, I could feel a tingling that warned me that my juices were forming for the big wet finish, not a good sign if I was to pull out before cumming. Sally was keeping up the rhythm, rocking back and forth on my erection, enjoying the full length.

"Oh, you're so hot. I'm so hot."

One of Sally's hands went down to her clit, and she rubbed it ferociously. The other came down between my legs and fondled my balls. Soon they were pressed against the base of my erection, ready for business.

"No, Sally, no."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Marcus, yes, yes, yes."

With her hips thrashing, Sally's cunt boiled over. I could do nothing but try to extinguish her flames with my love juice. Sally's hand came up with seepage on her fingertips.

"Wow, Bree wasn't lying. You do give a girl a good birthday present, Mr. Marcus."

"You're welcome, I think."

She scooted back, leaning against the folded middle seats, giving me enough room to turn and sit down. Cum leaked from her initiated pussy.

"Say, shouldn't we clean up? Maybe we can still catch some of the fireworks. Not that we haven't already made our own, huh?"

Sally found her jeans that miraculously appeared from her duffel. She didn't bother with panties. I pulled up my pants and zipped up. We opened and climbed out of the side door just as my daughter and her friends were coming towards the van, blankets and such in hand.

"You missed the whole thing, Daddy."

I didn't correct her.

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An Original H M Tale 

Please write and tell me what holidays you'd like included in the series. 

Copyright © 2002, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved. 



Fourth of July Blow Out



Hey again peeps, it’s me, Gina.

Well I had one fantastic 4th of July and the story will follow. But I have to digress for a second. I just watched Formula 51 with Samuel L. Jackson. Completely average movie, but did anyone else find the running gag about looking up his kilt INCREDIBLY sexy. All I kept imagining was taking a peek up that kilt....what would I find? 

Anyways, back to my fab 4th.

Here in Boston the 4th of July gets big play. I have never been into parades or fireworks or anything. But the benefit is mucho parties. Friday I hit four 4th BBQs, each one better than the next. I saved, what I found out later, the best for last.

I went to a party in the suburbs of Boston. Great place, big in ground pool, great food and cold drinks, of the R and PG variety. Well it was a warm one and the pool was the center of attention. I brought my bikini but totally did not plan on hitting the pool, but I was hot and the guys were cute, so I figured...maybe I’ll show off a little. 

Now me in a bikini at some points in my life wasn’t the most attractive thing. Not horrid, but I always knew I could work-out a little more and it would even out. Well I am in a fiendish work-out phase right now so I wasn’t too shy about being so exposed. (Note- When my body image hits high points I have been known to hunt out nude beaches around New England or more exotic places.)

Well I glide out to the pool, curves working in fine form, yeah I turned a few heads. I had some stiff competition. I am in my early 30’s and work-out. But I was “competing” against 20 something who just breathed to stay in good shape.

Slip in the pool, nice and cool, have a margarita. All was perfect.

Since my divorce I have dated pretty regularly. Some guys I see once or twice. Some I fool around with, others I end up having a good friendship with. I have been lucky. But I will admit since I have been jotting down my thoughts for the Internet I have been in a dry spell.

So going to party after party I figured my luck would have to change. I mean I try the bar thing and sometimes meet OK guys, but its too dicey and sporadic.

I am in the pool, tan looking good, catching some guys peeking at me. I am enjoying it. Then Kevin walks in.

Kevin is a guy I knew back when I first married Daryl. Kev is half-Italian and Irish, stronger on the Italian side because his mom’s from Naples. Anyway, Kev was the quiet artist type, tall, broad shouldered and cute. Well Kev had definitely matured. I barely recognized him.

Still tall and broad shouldered, now he filled out, not so skinny anymore. His smile was great as ever but that slight bit of youth to his face made me swoon. I do that easily if you haven’t figured that out by now.

I knew he recognized me, but the shy little bugger didn’t say a word. And I was not going to let this handsome 32 year-old out of my sight.

I shout out his name, get his attention and wave him over to the pool. He gets within 10 feet, stares over the edge of the pool and down my cleavage and smiles, politely of course, and says, “ Hey Gina. I didn’t recognize you. It’s been so long.”

Blah, blah, blah. Small talk, how you doing, where you been, sorry to hear about your divorce, typical chit chat while I am treading water. I need to get out, I am pruning. 

I ask for a towel, Kev obliges, and I let him get a full view as I climb up the ladder and out. You see, the one thing I knew about Kev was he was a certified breast man. This knowledge came in high school after we all assumed he was gay because we never saw him with a girl. Awful, I know but it happens. Well we all found out differently when Kev brought a girl from a neighboring town to our senior high school prom. And when we cornered her about him, she glowed and glowed about him. 

Well ever since then, I’ve heard about his moving away and career though friends. Kev it turns out makes independent movies. He makes small stuff for the web and does indy band videos. I wish I could say I’ve heard of anything he’s done, but that would be a lie. All I can tell you this boy had style and the shyness was long gone.

So I towel off, giggle for him, chit chat some more and I realize he is really interesting. I mean smart, funny and could talk about anything. Can you see me already getting hooked, I am sucker for big brains and a big...well...you know. And don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind when talking to this strapping young Italian.

It’s dusk, I have gone in and changed, come back and he is waiting for me.

I am pretty tired by this point and wait for him to make a move, anything would do. But nothing. I guess he still was afraid to pull the trigger, so I give him and in.

“I could use an iced coffee.” I tell him, recalling his earlier comment about a life long love of coffee.

“Me too, I’d kill for a good cup.” That’s all we needed. For the next two hours we searched high and low in my car, hehe, looking for coffee shops that were open. Well on the 4th some laces are open, but they are few and far between after 5 o’clock. 

So as we get nearer and near to Cambridge I ask, “Hey we can go back to my place and I can mix up a mean press pot iced.”

Fifteen minutes later we are in my apartment. We are laughing, listening to bad heavy metal hair bands ( lord help me yes I did do the teased hair thing for a while)

Now Kev is great at asking questions, he digs and asks the most obscure and sometimes odd questions imaginable, such as, If I could sleep with any superhero or movie monster who would it be?

My answer? ( Hmm let’s see if you all can guess...here are the choices...the Hulk...Wolfman...Superman...Frankenstein. Anyone interested in taking a guess email me..;-)

Well we start digging into relationships, I explain to him about my marriage and break-up, my faults and foibles. I learn he has recently broken up with a girl he had been living with for three years after the both cheated on each other. Clean break, no hard feelings, time to move on. I still don’t believe it was that easy for him as I think about a day later. He is too nice of a guy. I still wonder...anyway..I digress again.

So we dish the dirt and he is so friggin cute, funny and sexy I cannot stand it. When I get this single minded I can be abrupt.

“Kevin you have been talking for two hours, are you going to kiss me sometime before the sun comes up?”

He flashes that totally charming grin, looks around, rolls his eyes and says...?

“Nah.”

That playful little prick!

As I am readying a reply he leans forward and lays a kiss on me that will go down as one of the knee tremblers of my life. He knows how to kiss and his tongue was expert. So as my mind swirls and hormones rage, I wonder, ‘I bet he can use that tongue other places as well.’

Kevin must have ESP because not five minutes later he whispers into my ear he wants to do something for me. Too polite, but so sweet he actually asked. Need not ask more than once. Hike up my skirt, spreading my legs and Kevin is kissing, sucking and even slightly nibbling my pussy. It was like he knew exactly how to turn me on. I let his fingers enter me, my lips spread and oh god...then came the orgasm. But they went off the charts when he curled his finger up and itched towards him in the “come here” sign. He knew what he was doing!

I get wet when I like a man or he does something really special to me. But the wet I was from Kevin on the 4th was like no other I have EVER felt before.

He stands up from kneeling off the couch and starts to unbuckle his belt.

I am actively encouraging him to, shall we say, remove himself from the constriction of his pants and please me, etc., etc. 

So as he drops his shorts I am staring a magnificent tenting. It seems Kevin does NOT suffer from the Irish curse. Now he not the biggest for sure, but he ranks up there. What Kevin was above average length, but VERY wide and he had the biggest cock head I have ever seen! The damn thing looked like a plum or something.

Regular condoms didn’t fit this white boy, no I went into the Magnum stash and he slipped in perfectly! Into the rubber and into me.

We fucked once. It went about 30 minutes from oral to end before we both wiped out. It was 5 a.m. and we were spent. But along the way he just simply gave me a long, slow, fast and hard fucking. Me on top, him on the bottom and for finisher him from behind. It was that simple, pure energetic sex that I revel in.

We parted ways after breakfast. He is going to be in town until the end of the week. I plan on meeting up with him again a couple of times. I wonder how much time we are going to spend out of the bedroom?

It’s not like me to let all this spill soon after and encounter, but I have to tell you all because Kevin is one of those rare guy, sexy, smart, funny and yeah...hung. Boy if I didn’t know better I’d say I liked him a bit too much.

Nah.

Luvs and hugs

Gina



Fourth of July Slumber Party



This Fourth of July started out just like any other. Little did I know that this day would change my life forever. I went over to my boyfriend's house in the middle of the afternoon for the family picnic. The plan was for me to watch fireworks with Danny, my boyfriend, and his family and then take his sister, Whitney, to their aunt's house.

The day went exactly as planned. We went to Danny's grandparents' house for dinner, then to the park to watch fireworks. After fireworks, I gave Danny a kiss goodbye then Whitney and I drove to their aunt's house. 

"Want to come up and have a few drinks with me?" Whitney asked.

"Sure, why not?" I replied.

Whitney and I walked up the stairs. I made a few drinks while Whitney went to change. I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked in the sophie shorts and tank top. Whitney is a petite brunette with double d breast and a nice plump ass. Her outfit showed off her body perfectly. I quickly looked away before she could catch me watching her.

"What are we having to drink tonight?" She asks

"Vodka and orange juice, is that alright?"

"Yummy, sounds perfect."

As she waltzed over towards me, I was too busy watching her and spilt orange juice all over me.

"Damn, I don't have any extra clothes with me."

"Don't worry, why don't you go put on some of my clothes. I'll go grab you something to wear if you'll clean up the mess."

I figured it was a good deal so I began cleaning while Whitney went to get me new clothing to wear. She came back quicker than I expected, startling me. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Here are the clothes I promised you!"

I thanked her and walked toward the bathroom to change. It was only then that I realized she had given me a pair of tiny booty shorts and tight tank top. I decided I'd rather wear that then my wet, sticky orange juice soaked clothing and changed. 

I came back to Whitney sipping on her drink already. I grabbed mine and sat down next to her. Over the next three hours, she and I talked about her relationship with her boyfriend and my relationship with her brother. 

"Have you and Danny had sex yet?" She asked. 

I was startled by her question. Even though we were drunk, I wasn't expecting her to ask about my sex life with her brother. 

"No, we've never had sex." I replied.

"Well why not? Is it him or you?"

"It's me. I'm too nervous to have sex with him. He's very...well-endowed. I'm still a virgin and I'm scared it's going to hurt."

"That's understandable. I was the same way before I lost my virginity." Whitney comforted me.

We continued to talk and drink until about 4 in the morning when I finally decided I had had a little too much and needed to sleep it off. Whitney and I crawl into the guest bedroom's queen size bed. As we lay down next to each other, I start to feel queasy from all the alcohol. Whitney offers to rub my stomach.

"How does that feel?" She asks, seemingly concerned.

"Mmmm...good. That makes me feel a little better."

"Can you take off the tank top? I'll be able to rub your stomach better without it in the way." She asks. 

I do as she asks without much thought. She keeps rubbing my stomach in circles, slowly making the circles bigger and bigger. Soon her fingertips are brushing against my breast. I have decent, c-cup breasts. I breathe in deeply as Whitney sneaks her fingers under my bra and her fingers brush my nipples. She repeats the action again, this time with a little more confidence. 

"Does that feel good?"

I murmur that it does. 

"If you take off your bra, I can rub your breasts better." 

I hesitate but slowly take off my bra. As soon as my breasts are released from the bra, Whitney begins rubbing them both. As her fingertips brush across my nipples, I moan a little. Without hesitation, Whitney takes one erect nipple into her mouth while she slowly tweaks the other.

"Oh god, that feels so good." I moan. 

Whitney slowly starts to flick my nipples with her tongue, alternating between the right and left one. I start to moan more and more.

Whitney stops for a second and asks "Doesn't Danny lick your nipples?"

"Mmmm, he does but he's usually really rough and doesn't pay them too much attention." I replied.

With that, Whitney begins licking and sucking them again. I continue to moan her name and writhe under her tongue. She slowly starts kissing my breasts and up my neck. As she reaches my mouth, she hesitates. I grab her and pull her to me, shoving my tongue into her mouth as I do. My hands creep under her tank top, towards her breast. She pulls back, takes off her tank top and bra, and lies down. I crawl on top and straddle her. I can't take my eyes off of her breast. They are just so perfectly round with hard pink little nipples that look like they need to be sucked. I dip my head down and slowly start to lick circles around the pink little buds. Whitney begins to moan my name. I can tell she likes it. I nibble on one of her little peaks and she moans louder. 

"Oh baby, you like sucking my nipples don't you? God, I love it."

I can feel my pussy getting wet as I'm sucking on her little peaks. I can't believe what I'm doing and how much I'm enjoying it. I slowly start to creep my hand down Whitney's navel and slide under her waistband. She stops me. I begin to feel rejected until she flips me off.

"No ma'am. I want to do you first." 

I lay down. Whitney pulls of my shorts and underwear. She stops as she looks at my shaved little pussy. She slowly kisses my inner thighs, inching closer and closer to my wet cunt. She dips her tongue into my pussy and my entire body feels like it's on fire.

"Ohhhh goddddd, do it again please Whit!"

Whitney licks my pussy lips, slowly tasting my sweet little virgin pussy. She licks my slit slowly, making sure I'm getting the best treatment. She teasingly avoids my swollen clit. She licks slowly but surely around it then finally swipes her tongue across it. I cum almost immediately, screaming out her name as I do. She continues to lick it while she begins to pump her finger in and out of my contracting pussy. 

"Whitney, Whitney! Don't stop, don't you fucking stop fucking my cunt you dirty slut! AHHHHHH!"

Whitney slurps up all my sweet juices, slowly letting up on the assault on my pussy. After I finish my orgasm, she creeps back up and kisses me, spreading my juices all over my lips. 

"You're turn now. Just to warn you, I've never licked a pussy so I don't know how good I'll be."

Whitney chuckles at me.

"Don't worry baby, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

With that, I kiss her and slowly make my way down her sleek, sexy little body. I give each breast a peck on its peaks. I kiss all the way down her navel. I lift her hips so I can peel off her shorts to find that she isn't wearing any panties underneath.

"You are a dirty little slut." I exclaim. 

I stare at her pussy as it comes into view. It's completely bald, just like mine. I slowly spread her lips with my fingers. I hear her whimper but I'm too mesmerized by her pussy. I feel the wetness of her pussy. I slip a finger into her cunt and slowly begin to finger fuck her. I add a second finger into her already tight pussy and I lean my head down for a taste. The moment my tongue touches her wetness, I lose control. It tastes amazing. I find her clit and quickly begin assaulting while simultaneously pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. Whitney screams and shoves my head further into her pussy as her pussy begins to contract and squeeze. I keep pumping and licking, bringing her into another orgasm almost immediately. I slip my fingers out and begin lapping up her sweet juices. I stop once I have all her cum. I slide back up and kiss her, my tongue swirling in her mouth, mixing her juices with mine. 

"That was amazing. Are you sure you've never eaten pussy before?" Whitney asks. 

"Never, you're my first Whit." I lean over and kiss her again. 

She starts kissing me again and slides down to eat me out again.

We switched places all night, fingering and eating each other out. I can't even count how many times she made me cum that night. We eventually fell asleep, our fingers inside of each other. We woke up to Danny calling to see what I was doing. I left to go home, kissing Whitney as I left.

From that day on, Whitney and I had "slumber parties" at least once a month.



Fourth of July Surprise!



July 4th and it is 6:30 in the morning. Marco was sleeping, smiling, dreaming about his wife Alyssa and his business partner, Laura. The dream was so vivid, and yet his mind had never consciously thought about Laura to this degree. The playful flirting on occasion, but he flirted with all women. Every once in a while he would steal a glance at her at work, but she was his partner, so he would immediately focus on his work. Now those damn dogs started barking and woke him from this vivid dream. Marco was starting to feel guilty as he never had thought of Laura quite this way, but then again, it was a hot threesome sex dream. Having a dream is not wrong, at least he tried to convince himself of that. 

Marco let the dogs out, waiting for the morning wood to go down. Was this because of the dream? Of course not, he always woke-up with a hard cock! Marco decided he might as well stay up. Today is the Fourth of July and he and Alyssa were having a BBQ and pool party for close friends. Just a party with a few of their swinger friends and other close friends who did not know of their "hobby". Let Alyssa sleep, he thought, and he could start getting things ready for the party.

Marco set up the tables outside, started prepping the side dishes, and now he needed to fill the ice chest with beer. Alyssa came downstairs and in a happy mood. She wore only a tight fitting tank top and no underwear as she descended the stairs. Her long legs and blonde hair never failing to entice Marco. Maybe the ice chest could wait because Alyssa had that look on her face, and the morning wood suddenly flared back. He went to the bottom of the stairs and began kissing her, and caressing her, then letting his hands drift down her back and up her thighs. Two swingers in love, but each other they treasured most. The heat too much for these two, and no time to find a location. Time to fuck on the stairs, and in so many different ways. 

Hot as the sex was, he kept drifting in thought to his business partner, Laura. She would be coming to the party, bringing her kids, and hopefully not her uptight new boyfriend. Marco did not have a good feeling about him, but he kept this to himself. Alyssa once mentioned that it would be nice to have a threesome with her. Marco casually agreed but at the time his mind started to drift into fantasy but he pulled out of it. Besides, Laura's new boyfriend would never tolerate this. Laura was one of the few people who knew they were swingers and she was interested. Interested to the point they were working with investors on establishing a swinger's web site and hosting events. They were going to take her to a swinger's party so she could see what it was like. There was no doubt she wanted to try, but then the new boyfriend came along and interfered. Yet still at work as they discussed the new business ventures, there were those stolen glances and traces of flirting between the two of them. Marco just dismissed this as playful flirting as he knew Laura was not interested in him. 

Steamy sex on the staircase had to stop as suddenly the start of the party was coming rapidly. Alyssa went upstairs to shower and came down to help Marco with setting everything up. Slowly the group of friends began to arrive. The food was outstanding, the swimming great, laughing and having a great time with friends as the beers and margaritas flowed freely. Yet Marco could not keep his mind off the hot sex with Alyssa in the morning and the anticipation of Laura's arrival. He spent more time in the pool trying to hide and find relief for his cock that would not go down. Then Laura came in - she had her own key - and brought her children in. Marco noticed her immediately, she had dyed her thick luscious shoulder length hair black. Had she lost weight? Maybe, but her curves in her jeans were perfectly accentuated. Marco was trying to hide his expanding cock, gave her a brief kiss hello, then jumped into the pool to hide his obvious arousal. Why was he reacting this way to her? 

Food and drinks were running low and Marco left to get more beer from the garage refrigerator. He did not realize someone had entered behind him. Laura was standing behind the now closed door. Their eyes locked and there was the brief moment of speechlessness as they could not stop their gazes. She walked over to Marco, pressing her perfect body against his against the garage door, and without using her hands, she gently nibbled his ears and gently kissed his neck. The connection too strong to be denied any longer and the guests in the backyard faded to a distant memory. Laura was clearly wanting him and he could no longer hold back. They began kissing, gently at first, then with each kiss grew an intensity, and their arms wrapped around each other in tight embrace, pressing their bodies as close together as they possibly could. His hands drifted slowly down her slender back, and she was so entrancing in her bikini that he could touch and caress so much of her soft skin. He had never seen her in a bikini and he could not resist. Then suddenly Rob banged on the door demanding more beer. Laura hid in the garage and Marco came out with another case of beer to add to the cooler. Yes, he definitely ran into the pool again to cool off his burning excitement, and guilt. 

More food was needed so Marco went into the house. He tried not to notice Laura when he was in the pool, yet he could catch her stealing glances at him and smiling. Just as Marco was grabbing food out of the refrigerator, suddenly Laura was pressed up behind him. She said since he was a swinger they should find a place to fuck. Alyssa was nowhere in sight and this was not a swinger's party. His mind flooded with a sense of guilt but an overwhelming need to have Laura at this moment. Too many dreams, too much sexual tension in the office, he could no longer hold back. But he could not do this without Alyssa knowing - they always played as a couple or gave consent ahead of time. To have sex with Laura without Alyssa knowing would be cheating. 

Yet the kissing and caressing became so intense and both powerless to stop. Then suddenly Alyssa came into the kitchen and saw what was happening. Marco began to panic as he was not playing within their rules. He never wanted to hurt Alyssa and could not believe he allowed himself to be overcome with lust. Alyssa did not have any expression on her face as she walked toward them. They had quickly pulled apart when Alyssa came in. Rob walked in and they all jumped and Rob commented on why they were so nervous, they just needed to bring out more food. Alyssa grabbed the items and told Rob to take them outside for everyone. 

Rob was gone and Alyssa did something so unexpected - she walked over to Laura and moved in close and began to kiss her. Laura began kissing her back, and Marco watched, heart pounding with anticipation. Laura had never actually been in a threesome, or with another woman, and Alyssa was clearly not angry. She in fact suggested they move to a bedroom and lock the door. The guests were busy with the party and no one would notice the three of them missing. The sexual tension between the three of them was too overwhelming and a jump in the pool would no longer suffice, for any of them!

They moved into a bedroom and Marco locked the door behind him. Alyssa took Laura's hand and led her to the bed, and then they sat together again. Marco watched the surreal as Alyssa began slowly kissing Laura again, gently drifting her hand onto Laura's breast, slowly caressing the outside of the bikini, then moving her hand inward. Laura took her slightly shaking hand and began touching and caressing Alyssa's breasts. The kissing became more deep as tongues entered each other's mouths. Alyssa untied the top of Laura's bikini and began sucking her nipples. Laura began to slowly moan and her head tilting back as the pleasure was overcoming to her. Alyssa took off her own bathing suit and slowly slid the bottoms off of Laura's. Alyssa gently guiding Laura to lay on the bed as her fingers gently caressed Laura's pussy, streaming with wetness. 

Marco could no longer stand watching. He slid off his swim trunks and laid down on the other side so Laura was in the middle. He and Alyssa were taking turns kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts while both were caressing her pussy with their hands. Marco could stand no more and gave the look to Alyssa meaning permission to fuck her. Alyssa's look back told him he could. Marco slowly moved on top of Laura and she grabbed him and pulled him closer. Her pussy so wet his large clock slid right in. How long he had waited for this moment! He used all his will told hold back from exploding in orgasm. Laura moaned and begged to be fucked harder, yet Marco knew he could only hold out for so long. His stamina great but with Laura, this was unlike the other women in the swinging lifestyle. 

Alyssa sensed that Marco only had limited time. She whispered to Laura, and they both were on their hands and knees, bodies pressed together side by side. Marco plunged his cock deep into Alyssa while watching Laura and Alyssa kissing. Then he pulled out, caught his breath, and plunged his cock deep inside Laura. Over and over again and time lost all meaning. The women were cumming each time he entered them and their moans and kisses so overwhelming. Marco pulled out of Laura and exploded all over both their backs. Their backs gleaming with the hot cum and they both pulled forward and laid down on the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Marco grabbed a towel from the adjoining bathroom and gently wiped their backs.

He wanted to lay next to them but there was a pounding at the door. One of the guests said the beer was gone and Marco was suddenly pulled back into reality. How long were they in there? They each put on their bathing suits and tried to exit one by one so no one would notice. Marco grabbed more beer and Alyssa prepared more margaritas while Laura slipped out and back into the pool. Jokes were made why the three were gone so long at the same time, but the three laughed them off, while inside they knew. For Marco, his ultimate vanilla fantasy came true - to finally have Laura for what seemed a late afternoon delight. Yet the sun had gone down when they emerged and as they brought the drinks out, fireworks began over the adjacent golf course. Marco grinned and thought to himself the sheer naughty delight that this was the second round of fireworks that evening.



Fourth of July Texas Style



Shay adjusted her red, white and blue sun visor to filter the glare from the bright Texas July sun from her eyes.

She enjoyed watching him in her world.

Her family and friends were so impressed with Rick.

She smiled to herself remembering what her eighty year old Uncle Gip had to say about him. "He is all right by me Shay, and one lucky dayum Canadian at that to have you on his arm!" he scarfed as he swatted at her rose bush with his walking cane. Followed by, " see if he can do something about that dayum rose bush Baby girl. It's growing all wawker jawed."

If Uncle Gip gave his stamp of approval, she was happy.

    ~o~

She was so excited that this was Rick's first "Texas 4th of July." They were surrounded with about sixty friends and relatives. All making sure that Rick had a taste of how we celebrate our Independence Day.

The smoker was billowing huge plumes of hickory scented smoke from its stack. The briskets, ribs and sausages inside would be delicious. Marinated in the beer as usual.

The cook new that Shay had to have her 'chicken titties.' It was a given all over her part of Texas, you have Shay Lyn over for a cook out, you better have her chicken breast on the grill or smoker. When she would arrive at a neighbors cook out even the little ones would shout out there welcome and add..."Shay...your chicken titty is cookin!" That was her acknowledgment of them being glad she made it.

And of course, some kids thought a hot dog was a food group and the only thing to eat. They were on the grill.

There was a huge container of foil wrapped corn on the cob, still in its husk, waiting to be roasted.

Huge onions covered in butter and wrapped in foil to bake slow on the grill.

An assortment of peppers that would make one think they were in 'Little Mexico'. And there would be the usual 'Pepper Eating Contest' to see who could eat the hottest pepper.

Shay always purchased the largest containers of Rolaids and placed them strategically around the tables.

A pot of beans over a gas cooker and you can count on them being spicy.

The refrigerator inside the cabana poolside was loaded with relish trays. All kinds of potato salads and vegetable dishes.

And the desserts. There was three electric freezers spinning homemade ice cream. Fresh peach, Vanilla and Banana.

Under an umbrella poolside was a neighbor named Walt hand turning an old wooden ice cream maker. Rock salt all over the ground around him. He always talked about the way things use to be and said he wanted all the kids to sample the difference in the hand turned homemade ice cream and the electric 'disgusting' kind. Shay always said the only reason he would do this every year was to keep an audience around him to listen to his stories. Anyone over the age of eighteen knew them all line by line.

Cobblers and puddings

Pies and cakes.

Out by a huge oak tree were picnic tables. Beside them was a galvanized troff about a foot deep and five foot across. It was loaded with watermelons covered in ice. This was a must. The watermelons supplied them with the equipment needed for the "Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest." It was an annual event.

And there was no Texas Bar~B~Q without a fully stocked bar. Frozen margarita machine churning away. A blender always being heard making another batch of Pina Colada's.

There were galvanized tubs in different areas loaded with an assortment of beer.

And through all of the good cooking going on, one could still smell the popcorn being popped in the popcorn machine on the patio area beside the snocone machine.

The snocone choice of the day was simple, a red, white and blue rainbow was all you could get.

   ~o~

The gameroom off the pool area was open so that everyone had access to a game of pool, dominoes, card games, Pac Man and electronic darts. Outside there was three horseshoe games going on at the same time. Shay always said that in Texas, the game of horseshoes was an art. And for some Texas men, the only taste of art they have ever experienced.

There was a washer game.

A volleyball set up was there that kept the toddlers being knocked over by parents out there trying to play. Shay would have the couples write down on a piece of paper what their individual bets were to their spouses or partner. That was always a lot of fun especially after the games turned into the males against the females which was always inevitable to happen. She loved telling the men what they just lost by allowing their 'macho' to consume them.

There was an inflatable castle. Huge thing for the kids to get inside and jump around. Some referred to it as the Moon Walk.

And the pool was always active.

The grand finale would be fireworks. Texas style.

    ~o~

And again, there he was standing in a group of men. A drink in his right hand and his left hand on his hip. She could feel his smile and he was not even smiling in her direction.

She sipped her margarita as she watched. He looked so good. His white muscle shirt accented his tan so well. She insisted he wear it. It had a red, white and blue shape of Texas on the front and read, " Been there, done her, and I'm stayin!". His blue jean shorts showed his great legs. Tanned and muscled. His butt sure knew how to wear 'em too she thought to herself. His sneakers and socks.

"Rick!...Your up man.. And it's up to you!" shouted Jack. " You can make us or break us here!"

Shay knew that remark too well. They needed a ringer to win. And it was up to her Canadian to pull these Texas boys through.

There was so much BS going on now around the game that no one could make out the heckling that was going on. She could see a smile on Rick and his team mates faces. They were up for the challenge. And Rick rose for it with his cute way. Her heart raced a little seeing the little boy in him for a brief moment.

He flashed a smile at Karla and was telling her something as he handed her his drink, then he took the three shoes that Roger handed him with a Texas size grin.

"Show 'em what ya Rick!" Karla reveled as she took a sip of his drink.

Shay slowly walked to where the group was. He caught her out of the corner of his eye.

She presented herself with such confidence. He was amazed at all that he has seen in her now after being unshackled from that computer they met on. She was not only the lover he had always fantasized about, she was warm, friendly, outgoing, tender yet a spit fire and had away about her that consumed him. He knew without a doubt long ago, Shay was his addiction.

She had a soft rose pink shade one piece swim suit on. The neck line plunged between her breast. It seemed to go on forever but it stopped a little past her navel. Her full rounded breast were daring her to make a quick move. It was a mind game they played with her when she wore this suit. They won sometimes. She had to tighten up the lacing on the front of the suit. She had a sheer scarf tied around her hips at an angle, it flowed past her knees, nipping at her calves as she walked. The scarf was a delicate floral pattern. A tropical type and it went along with her scent of Jasmine. And her gold 'S' charm navel ring, it spoke for itself as it would catch the sunlight and shoots rays of sparkle against her tight, tanned tummy. Her pink slip on sandals.

He pulled his shades down and looked at her. And then he playfully closed one eye. She could tell by the way his lips were formed, he was doing his usual..."pffftttt."

Shay inhaled deep causing her breast to almost win on coming out of her suit. She pulled at the knotted scarf resting on her right hip. She knew his eyes would follow her hands.

They were so in sync with each other. Shay slowly placed her index finger on her 'S' charm. Glancing back at him she knew that he understood.

She was his good luck charm. The hype was still going on around them. Rick positioned his shades and took his place. The side of Shay he loved so much began to surface. She loved to distract him and he knew there was a possibility she would do this. He decided not to look in her direction. Maybe.

He was right. She slowly reached for the laces of her swim suit. Pulling at them to loosen them. Rick could feel her. All through him.

Karla was aware of the electricity between them. She loved watching Shay play. It was evident to all that knew Karla, she would love to have Shay. She also knew where Shay stood on that. Karla would always say, "That's you now Shay. I can wait.."

Karla laughed out loud. " Shay Lyn!" she shouted over the crowd. " Don't mess with him now! Let him be the Hero!"

The other players started shaming her and Rick knew his distraction was taken care of.

She seen him take his horseshoe and eye the post. As he squatted a little steadying himself the contours of his legs was so sensual. His arm moved back as he raised the horseshoe and his muscular arms were so nice to look at. With a smooth slice through the air he released the horseshoe and the sound of it spinning on the post echoed through the crowd.

One would have thought these grown men had just discovered something that would benefit mankind. Rick looks at Shay with that look in his eye. He shouted, " OK everyone to my tub over here, beers for everyone!"

Shay just smiled that smile and shook her head. She wished the darkness would come.

   ~o~

Shay had talked with a few of their guest and shared with them her desire to take Rick to the clearing on their property to watch the fireworks. They would stay for a few with the guest but then they would leave. She was assured that they would see to it that things were secure at the house before they left.

The day continued with so much activity.

Everyone having a great time.

And Rick and Shay working the guest as if they had been doing it as a team for years.

He noticed how the men in the crowd watched her every move.

Shay also caught many of the women and young ladies hanging on his every word. Acting kind of giggly.

They both knew what they had in their partner. It was more than just sexual. It was a bond that had started online and then weathered many things until the time came they could be together. They agreed to live everyday to it's fullest. They had a lot of things to share and experience.

The Texas Fourth of July was just one of many things to come.

    ~o~

The Texas sun was beginning to show signs of setting.

There were the impatient celebrators off in a distance that you could here setting off there fireworks.

Their guest had began to bring out lawn chairs and blankets setting up an area for spectators to watch the Texas sky light up in colors.

Shay was in conversation with a couple when she felt someone's strong hands slide around her waist from behind. And then a kiss was placed on the back of her neck.

She looked down and knew those hands. She reached behind her as she felt him pull her backside into him.

"There's the Horseshoe King," Shay said with a giggle as she placed her hands on his.

Rick gave her a grunt and asked without hesitation," You want me to get us a blanket? I will get two. We will need one to cover up with. I'm going to play nasty with you under the cover. That's my plan. So I hope your Texas friends can handle that as well as they can a Canadian showing them how to make a dinger in Horseshoes." He didn't even stop for a breath. He placed his chin on her shoulder waiting for her reply.

She had to laugh. He was such a good sport about her razzing him when he messed up on his words.

In a laughing voice she replied, " No Shuggar, we do not need a blanket and it's RINGER...not dinger. You made a RINGER!"

Rick just laid his forehead on her shoulder because he knew he was about to face at least an hour of her abuse.

She went easy on him this time because she needed to get him informed of her plan.

Shay explained to him that at the far side of the acreage there was a clearing on a hill. It was a great place to watch fireworks from all around.

She took his wrist and looked at his watch. She told him in a motherly voice, " Now hun, when the big hand and the little hand gets on the nine, you meet me at the four wheelers. Ok?"

She released his wrist and walked towards the house, calling out over her shoulder, " Stop looking at my ass Richard!"

He smiled.

    ~o~

Shay managed to get into the house and back out with a blanket in her arms and was not detained by anyone. Everyone was busy getting ready for the fireworks display.

She walked to the small shed where the four wheelers were kept and seen no sign of Rick on her approach.

" Now where could he be?", she mumbled out loud to herself.

Just then she heard his voice from behind the shed, "Lady...stop right there. There is something back here that might hurt you if you come any closer!"

"And what might that be?" Shay asked with a smile on her face as she stood still. She knew what he was doing.

He laughed and asked, " Shay, how many shakes is it before it means you are playing with it?" He was coming back in front of the shed zipping his shorts and was taken back a little at how she looked in the evening sunlight.

All she could do was smile at him.

She wanted him alone. She had shared him with many all day.

Shay asked him to back the four wheeler out of the shed.

Rick mounted the bright yellow Honda Sportrax 400EX and turned the key.

    ~o~

Rick sat on the four wheeler waiting for her to climb on behind him. As she got to the four wheeler she shook her head and pointed to the back. He smiled and began to slide back as he watched her pull her scarfing up around her waist to mount the four wheeler.

As Shay took off in low gear Rick begin to kiss her neck slowly. The strands of hair delicately lying on her neck tickled his face as they were blowing in the wind. He slipped his hands around her and began to cup her breast as he placed his chin on her shoulder.

He enjoyed the day but he was so glad there time alone had come.

Rick turned his mouth to her neck and slightly parted his lips. He begin to suck her sweet flesh knowing he was leaving a mark on her. He didn't care.

Nor did she.

Shay was good at operating the four wheeler. She slowly started up the dirt road leading to the clearing and they were there in no time at all.

Too quick as far as Rick was concerned. He was enjoying riding behind her and exploring her breast.

As they pulled up to a spot with a good clearing of the tree tops, Shay shut the four wheeler off and dismounted. Taking the blanket from Rick's lap and making their nest on the ground.

Rick was taking in the view not only of the location but of his Shay. He could not decide when she was most able to take his breath away by just looking at her, early morning light or dusk.

After spreading the blanket out on the ground she looked at Rick still sitting on the four wheeler.

She smiled and slowly curled her finger motioning for him to come to the blanket. Before she could be seated, he had slid off the four wheeler and was at the far end of the blanket on all fours, crawling up to her like a hungry lion after his prey.

   ~o~

The sky had darkened and you could hear pops and hisses in the distance. Every once in a while a burst of color would sparkle up the sky.

The fireworks were going unnoticed pretty much because the two of them were wrapped in each others arms on the blanket. When they got like this it was like nothing else mattered.

Rick's hands gently stroked her back as they laid on their sides facing one another. He brought his right hand between them and stuck his index finger inside the lacing at her navel. He loved to watch her face when he touched her 'S' charm. To see this by the light of the stars was so sensual to him.

Their mouths were tasting each others. Methodically touching the other, going to their place.

They loved cuddling and touching. They referred to their time online, before they took their places beside each other in the real world, as "slow foreplay." They vowed to keep that.

Shay's 'sweet sounds' were letting Rick know she was needing him.

Shay knew the same about Rick. She had placed her hand on his chest under his muscle shirt and slid it down lower than his navel. He was there waiting on her.

Rick wrapped his arms around her and rolled until he was on top.

He straddled her tiny body holding himself off of her.

Shay slid her hands, palms down, up his tight stomach. Rick crossed his arms and took the hem of the muscle shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Smiling down at her as he tossed it aside.

Shay pushed a little against him as he reached for the snap on his shorts. He un snapped and unzipped, then he leaned forward. He looped his index finger under the lacing between her breast that was laced back and forth down the front of her swim suit. Rick tugged gently on it causing it to gap open more. He could see the contour of her full breast. As she breathed the tight fabric would expand as she inhaled, and regain its shape when she exhaled.

He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her. His lips lingered on hers and she never took her eyes off of him.

Rick parted his lips slightly and closed them over hers. Mouthing her full pouty lips. He could stay there forever.

Still holding his lips over hers he asked,"You ever made it with the Hero of the Horseshoe Tournament?"

Rick could feel the smile forming on her mouth and she replied in sexy growl, " Uh huh."

Rick pushed his upper body off of her and replied, " Well...let this one have his turn," as he pushed his groin into her.

Rick stood and offered his hand to Shay.

    ~o~

They both stood and began to undress as they looked at the fireworks exploding in the Texas skies.

Rick stood before her completely undressed. She loved his body. So muscular and tight.

Shay stepped up to Rick dropping her scarf to the blanket as she placed her open mouth on his right nipple. She slid the tip of her tongue over him and she could feel the surge through his naked body as his erection touched her still covered body.

Rick slid his fingers under the straps on her shoulders and began peeling the swim suit from her.

They could hear the fireworks exploding.

She held his hand as he bent down to remove the swim suit from her feet. Rick was so excited by his lady he could not stand back up.

Rick tugged on her hand and she lowered herself to him.

He held her on his lap, her legs wrapped around him.

Rick loved her breast. He never left them unkissed. Shay placed her hands at the back of his head holding him to her. Allowing him to take his time.

Rick slid his strong hands under her rounded butt and pushed her up a little.

Shay knew what he wanted. She arched her back and felt him enter her.

Immediately all surrounding sounds faded. It was just the two of them.

Rick's focus was split now. He was still suckling her breast, and at the same time feeling her hold him inside her warm body.

The two of them found their rhythm quickly. They were the perfect example of becoming one in body.

Shay could tell by his breathing that he was close.

She also knew she was not going to be able to last much longer. Shay placed her hands on his chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly, again and again. She gently pushed away from him staying in time with him.

Rick could see the colors from the fireworks reflecting on her long blonde hair as it hung behind her as she lowered her back to the blanket. He grabbed her hips and held her on him as he continued to plunge deep inside his lady.

Shay could feel him touching her in places and that's all it took for her to release.

As Shay dug her nails into his forearms her orgasm pulled his from him.

Instantly...as if choreographed, huge exploding balls of color lit up the skies.




Fourth of July Texas Style



They never were thrown off time, instead, their thrust and grinds took on the time with the explosions over head.

Rick was watching the skies as he emptied himself in her. She watched him like a little boy on Christmas morning. She could see the colors exploding in his eyes and feel them exploding in his movements.

Rick looked down at her.

There was that look. He had seen it before. But this time he seen the colors from the fireworks dancing in her satisfied eyes.

"Shay.." slipped from his lips as he reached for her hands and gently pulled so she would come back in his lap.

He held her close. Kissing her neck. Nuzzling her ear.

She could feel his body changing as she sat on him still connected.

He could feel her body still having little jolts and spasms. He could hear he light moans and coos when it happened.

They held each other and watched the sky still bursting in multi colored balls. They would also look into each others eyes and see the display as well. They stayed like this until he slipped out of her.

" Happy Fourth of July Texas Style! Baby," Shay whispered to him in his ear.

    ~o~

Rick was still watching the powerful explosions overhead.

Shay stood and began to dress and Rick done the same. Just his shorts. He left his muscle shirt off. He handed it to her.

They mounted the four wheeler and this time she snuggled against his back. He slowly drove her from the clearing back to house.

There were just a few people still around and they were cleaning things up.

Shay assured Rick that the guest knew that they would be leaving the party early.

They dismounted the four wheeler and he took his muscle shirt from her. She thought he was going to slip it back on.

Instead, he took a stance behind her and began twisting and twirling the muscle shirt and started to pop her butt with it. Repeatedly.

Shay began to step away quickly and blasting him, "Hey you! Stop!" as she turns towards him, crouching over trying to bloke his playful swats.

" Tell me Shay" he ordered, swat, " Tell me now?" he swatted at her again as he rushed by her.

" What?" she yelled with an uncontrollable giggle in her voice.

" Tell me just how many Horseshoe Hero's you had?" he replied with a smile to just die for.

Shay took off running to get away from him and his assault.

She yelled to him over her shoulder as she was running, " My Daddy raised horses...had a lot of 'em, four shoes per horse... ah....TOO many to count!" by then she was laughing so hard. Rick took in after her.

She ran to the blow up Jumping Castle that the little ones had played in all day.

Just as quick as she plopped inside the opening, Rick was in there too.

They jumped and rolled around inside the Jumping Castle for a long time. Like kids wrestling around. Rick finally pulled her down on the inflated floor and held her. The stars were shining in the shy as they laid there and watched for shooting stars.

" Did you like the fireworks?" Shay asked as she stroked his tummy with her nails.

Rick pulled her close and told her as he threw a leg over hers, " Yes Baby, I loved the fireworks, but I have seen 'em before. Every time I am with you Shay, I see Texas fireworks."

They laid in the castle and held each other.

Rick and Shay fell asleep in each others arms.