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It started with wanting some of the worlds best frogs legs. It ended with even better legs and me being a different, I like to think better, man. I still love her, way down inside where I keep it hidden, with respect, not from any kind of shame. I’ve never told this story before because I’ve always been a very private person but I think it’s time. I’ll let my kids read it one day so they can see why I was like I was. I’ve tried to raise them to think and I believe I’ve succeeded. I’ve used language here I didn’t know then. I’ve lived a lot of life since but in writing and theater it’s called, “Poetic License”. The feelings are more accurately expressed with better language.I don’t think anyone ever forgets the first time they fell in love. ………………………………… She had her butt jammed down on my lap hard enough to have my cock pressed between her ass cheeks, tight against her rear hole. We were both wearing shorts and were in the back seat of a car with three other couples. One couple sat in the front seat but the other two, the other women on the guys laps too, sat in back with us. She’d move to point at something then squirm back and clench her butt when she did. No one could tell she was dry-humping me, and it felt like I was fucking her. Every time she slid her ass over my cock it slid deep into the crevice, and she’d kind of grunt and jump. She liked where it was rubbing. My mother and I ran a country club, and a friend of hers, a member named Lieda, and I screwed ourselves silly for almost a year. Now I’ve forgotten her last name, and I am ashamed of that. She’d been married, had a grown son and still used her married name. She’d caught him screwing around and kicked his ass out. She was my girlfriend for almost a year, and I should have the common courtesy to remember her name. She was fifty, and I was twenty-five. This was in 1967 and the term ‘Cougar’ wasn’t around for another thirty or more years. When I lay at night and remember this, it seems obvious that she did stalk me like a prey animal. It took a couple months until she pounced, and I never saw it coming. I do not regret anything about it. I was six feet tall then and a weight lifter. Dead-Lift was my specialty and my max lift was over eight hundred pounds. I was very strong, but I didn’t have a body-builders body. I was built like a barrel. A very strong barrel. She was five foot two with black/silver hair. She weighed a hundred pounds or so and I found I could hold her hips when she was on top and literally fuck myself using her body like a sex toy. Lifting her and slamming her down until both of us exploded in an earth-shaking orgasm. I’d leave bruises with my fingers sometimes and that bothered me a lot, but she wouldn’t let me stop. She’d said she knew I wouldn’t drop her or hurt her so she could just let go completely and have the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. escort She’d flop around like a rag-doll sometimes, her arms waving and her breasts flipping, and I found that very stimulating. I particularly liked her facing a mirror, bent with her arms on a counter or chair arm and me in her doggy style. I could see her whole front when I did that and had some marvelous orgasms that way. I’ve never liked dominating, but when that happened I think I did a little, especially when I had her on her back or front over the edge of the bed or sofa arm. I knew she loved it so it was safe and she did come apart sometimes. Her breasts were small but firm like a teens, her skin was a darker, olive tone and she had a dark, thick patch of pubic hair. She was Italian and it was 1967. Women didn’t shave then like they do now, or they didn’t talk about it like they do now, but I never knew one who’d shaved then. Besides, it was soft and I liked to play there, she liked that too. It was fun getting through it so I could get my tongue in her. We were a couple for about eleven months. A secret couple because it wouldn’t do to have everyone in town know I was fucking her. It was a very small town. Vanita, Oklahoma. Population about 2,000 then. A couple of little towns and every farmer in the county shared the country club, and my mother and I managed it. And every damned one of them was an Oklahoma, born again, bible banging, Baptist. Most said sex was sinful, but they all had a bunch of kids which always seemed a little hypocritical to me. It gave the term ‘Bible Banger’ a new meaning to me. ‘Read the Bible on Sunday then bang her brains out the rest of the week.’I always thought most of the guys had all those kids to prove they were still a ‘Man.’ Lieda and I met at the country club. She’d come and sit at the bar while I tended it. We’d talk and over time it got very intimate. At one point she’d told me she hadn’t been with a man in four years. She got fed up with their bullshit but as she’d gotten to know me she liked my attitude and manner. I’d been taught to be a gentleman and always truthful.This got a lot of attention from me but I was very leery of doing or saying anything because she was my mother’s friend. My mother was small, but I was still quite shy of really getting her pissed. I’d seen her angry and I didn’t want that. This went on for three or four months, until one night a bunch of us decided to run out to Grand Lake of The Cherokees, just east of town, and eat at a shack they called a restaurant. They served the best frog-legs I’ve ever eaten. There were eight of us, and we decided to take one car which dictated that the girls would have to sit in someone’s lap. The couple in the front weren’t married, but the two couples in the back with us were. One was my brother Bob and his wife Danette, but I don’t remember the others names escort bayan now. It was my brother’s car but he wasn’t driving it. Lieda played the squirming game all the way to the lake and by the time we got there I’d almost come twice. I had to sit on the seat edge and fumble, pretending to retie my shoes so my cock would go down while everyone else went in. Of course Lieda had to stand there while I did it and that didn’t help any. She’d giggle when I tried to adjust myself, and it would pop back up as hard as before. It must have taken me four or five minutes before I just gave up and kept her close in front of me until I could sit down. Everyone had to comment about how slow I was. We ate massive amounts of frog legs and consumed much beer over three hours or so. We got back in the car and took the same seating as before and started back. We were next to the left hand door and It was night so you couldn’t really see anything. A soft, ghostly light from the dash-board and a passing car now and again was all. And a very bright full moon that showed through clouds like a spotlight that we drove through now and again, very pretty actually, but no one cared at the time. I could feel the other two couples start to move around and decided they were kissing and foundling and wishing I could get in on it. I wasn’t about to make a pass and have her tell my mother. I wasn’t thinking about the ass squirming game she’d played earlier. I was really feeling miserable and at the lowest point on my I-Want-to-Get-Fucked scale. Hell, everyone else was having fun except me. A very childish thought but it’s difficult thinking like an adult when your dicks been hard for hours. The term ‘Cock-Tease’ was in my mind, and I was resigning myself to not getting laid. My hands were on her hips holding her in place when she pushed herself with her feet. Her ass pressed hard into my cock, slowly sliding farther up on my stomach. When she was high enough, she reached down with her left hand and grabbed my cock. I was twenty-five, and when she did that it got instantly very much harder, and I swear I could hear my underwear rip. She then pulled my cock out the left leg of my shorts and started stroking me. I was so sensitive it almost hurt, but I was willing to put up with that pain for hours. She had the back of her head nestled into my right shoulder so I couldn’t see the other couples. She turned toward me and licked my face so I kissed her and licked her back. This went on for a few minutes, then she took my right hand from her waist and put it on her pussy. She encouraged me with her fingers to start rubbing her clit and move around over her lips, squeezing and rubbing, and I didn’t care who knew. I pushed her shorts and panties aside, stuck my middle and ring finger inside her and started to rub her clit with my thumb. I rubbed the bayan escort little finger around her ass and even got it in past the first knuckle. I could feel her gripping at it as she squirmed and jumped and came in about forty-five seconds. I could feel her whole body tighten, and she squeezed my fingers very hard, almost pushing them out, but I was pulling up, clutching at that sensitive spot at the top, inside her. I knew it was there and how to use it, but I didn’t know what it was called then. We’d kept up the kissing, but I do not know how she kept from screaming because I could feel her whole body go rigid, and she kind of squeaked softly into my mouth. It took her minutes to settle down and relax enough to start stroking my cock again. I hadn’t realized she’d had a deaths-grip on it, and when she loosened her hand I could feel the blood flow back in and that excited me even more. She would fondle my balls then grip the shaft tightly and pull her hand toward the head. I was leaking pre-cum and each time she’d reach the head she swirled her hand around it gathering it all, then she’d repeat it. All this time I’m kissing her like crazy, still pumping her with my hand and playing with her breasts with my left hand. It took fifteen or so strokes before I erupted. I came all over her hand, the back of my left leg and my brothers car door. Later I found it on my socks and shoes too. She came again too but not nearly as hard as the previous time. That was the hardest orgasm I’d ever had. She told me later that she’d passed out for a short time when she came and that pumped up my ego. My brother also mentioned having to clean the door of his car and the fact that it must have been a hell of a ride home. I never admitted to anything and have never told him about it. None of us ever brought it up. We straightened up and started talking about some dumb thing, and I thought about not hearing any of the others while we were screwing. They’d been doing what we were, and it was rather apparent that they’d gotten off too. The women were straightening their tops and hair and the guys were squirming around, trying to get back in without being to obvious. The couple in the front were sitting very close together, and she was readjusting everything too. We got back to the country-club about eleven and into our own cars. Everyone pulled out except Lieda, and as I started mine she flashed her headlights at me. She’d backed into a parking space so I was able to pull in along side her to talk. She said she didn’t want to go home yet, she didn’t want to be alone and asked if I wanted to take a drive. Being the really horny guy I was, I immediately said yes. She started her car and said to follow her home, it would be to obvious if she left it there. So I did and picked her up in front of her place but it was pretty damned obvious to anyone who saw. Pretty much the local custom was, “If you don’t admit to seeing it then it didn’t happen.” That way everyone got away with what they wanted and no one tattled. I drove a 1963 Triumph TR3A. It was a beautiful British Racing Green with reddish-tan leather upholstery, but in the moonlight the paint looked black.
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