The moon is coming up yellow…..

I had seen her around town a couple of times and I was a little intimidated when she looked intense and educated and always focused on her work.

I saw her in line at the hardware store, and rolling a tire across the gas station parking lot, and herding a bunch or teenagers into a van someplace, and mostly, I was glad I was not one of those teenagers.

I was zooming down an alley on my bicycle taking a shortcut some kid had showed me that I would have never tried alone, and I run into this lady again, wearing some sort of huge hat and a flowery short sun – dress, or whatever, and she is putting grass clippings in the  back garbage cans.

So I stop and watch and wait for her, and I am ready to help if she needs it, but I didn’t say anything , finally she is all screwed up with grass and stuff going everywhere and I’m off the bike and I just say, “lady I can help if you will let me, but I’m not going to, if you don’t want it.”

So I step over there and tell her, “you tell me what you wanna do and if it don’t work , then we might be here till midnight figuring something out. No biggie right?”

Her eyes flashed a smile that never made it to her mouth, and she said “ok you hold the can and lets see if I can get this thing lifted in there…. “

She bent down to grab the bag, and she was not wearing any underwear and her legs were awesome.  This was incredible, the fact that I was not totally immobilized was pretty cool too.

Then, as any work goes, one thing tends to lead to another and the easiest job always ends up having about two thirds more things to do than you would have expected at first.

So my hard on came and went about seven times as I kept seeing her pussy and tits in the various ways that dress got loose when she was working, and, how she went from working, to girl, to woman, to sexy, to severe, and then back around again.

We had been arranging everything around those garbage cans and the back alley, stuff that needed to be done for a while that was just a lot easier with two people.

Finally it was getting dark and she said “ok you have been looking at my crotch for about 45 minutes and that little pecker of yours is seriously  interested in my body, so I think maybe its my turn to see more than just a bulge in your pants. You gonna show me that thing or do I gotta get a couple friends and cut those damn jeans off you?”

Ahh, indicators of teamwork, and leadership skills…

I’m so shy, I don’t mind looking at her, but getting my pants down is a different story.

So she is the severe one, so stern…, as I undo my pants and get them down a ways…and she tells me…, “I bet the cool air feels good after sweating a little right?”

She runs her hand up her thigh, and puts her thumb against her pussy and says “I really like it when some guys see me, like you were , you could look, and get so aroused, and still keep working and moving around without making a big deal of it.”

There is nobody around, and she tells me to put my hands on her hips. So then she is into this little conversation, something about she and I being more intimate by working together, and me seeing her, and letting her, see me, that somehow this was more realistic that a lot of lovers she had, who mostly went from the front door, to the bedroom, and then the shower, and home.

That was really cool, but is was really even cooler was that when she was talking  she started holding my balls like she planned on making a few more decisions, about her definition of intimate, in the very near future. Like in about the next fourteen seconds.

The fences were that old gray wood stuff that grows in funny looking rows in alleys all over the planet, about four feet tall, and she somehow wants to get real , without getting dirty, in this dirt road.

Seriously I have no idea how I get suckered into this weird shit. There is always some weird challenge like that with this sort of stuff, like trying to do things in some weird position and it  never seems to work out in my favor, this one had it made,  she ends up with me on my knees, and her sort of trying to get my dick in her by getting on top and I’m really mostly just letting her try to position herself, and not let her pull me over.

This is a great lady, and I like her , and things are great, except for this weird thing about trying to do this, in a dirt road, in an alley, without getting dirty.

Every girl has a bit of bimbo in her, and I had a feeling I knew what this one was going to do, and if she did it, I was going to be ready for it. She did it. She didn’t really take her time when she grabbed my cock and put it in her, she just slammed herself down on me and I could barely feel anything, so I was ready, and just grabbed her really tight when I was all the way in, and told her to hold still.

She was not used to being told what to do, she liked having things her way, and this is not at all what she expected after being in the lead all this time.

She tried to be nice, she tried to be mean, she tried to act like she was confused, she tried and tried…, but I just held her really tight, really deep, and told her to hold still.

Finally we were both feeling seriously intimate, my way, and she started liking that a lot.

I tell her to just not start jumping all over the place, letting my cock slip out of her, and she gets the point.

Then she starts loving this action, she is older a little, and has some experience and ways that are really cool when she can match something I like or want really fast. Then I slow her down on the tricks and games a lot, and want to get back to just the part where it is her and me, having sex in an alley, after working a little.

Then she gets close, and we almost stop moving.. then I move a little, and she lets me, and I get the idea she is not so worried about getting dirty any more. In one very smooth motion I lay her back on the ground and I’m on top and we get very comfortable that way.

There was some weird conversation about the idea that she was not wearing underwear and that got us both so turned on, she was thinking I was gong to climax like a mad man a long time before I did, but she kept all the energy going and every bit of that sexiness I had been seeing for the last couple hours was all there, right to the very incredible end.

Then we are laying there breathing, I kneel up and look around.., and notice I can barely see the flower print pattern on her dress, like just seconds ago it was light and then the shadows turned to real dark and if we were dirty we wouldn’t have known it anyway.

The alley is all nice and organized, my bike is leaning on the fence, the moon is coming up yellow, and we are shuffling around getting dressed, and getting our heads together.

This is the ‘greenhouse – ice skating coach lady’, who I had a lot of these weird times with. Most of the stuff is borderline illegal when it gets to me and her little athelets. But this lady had a thing about plants, and discipline, that always started out so, not sexy, and then she would slide into the most mind blowing screwing in the weirdest damn places.

Right before I got on my bike, she told me she didn’t want to kiss me if I believed that meant we had some type of ‘relationship’. So I just waited, then waited a little more, and she walked up to me and gave me the most incredible kiss.

I started pedaling, and said ‘I think I’m going to enjoy not having a relationship with you. ‘

I did.

Over and over and over and over….

Oh gosh…,that woman rrrrrrrocked.

The first time I had “real sex” I was 16… that means the whole routine of asking a girl to go out with me , the anxiety, the kissing and all that , then the part where we stop playing around…., and she takes off her clothes…, and I take off mine.

Then it is over , then we start learning to make it fun, and coo,l and be careful with this powerful adult thing.

But there was one time when I was ten…, I screwed a stewardess on a jet. That does not count…, in the…, keeping track, and counting points world, it just felt good to fuck, and come. For her, and for me.

The idea that a twenty five year old stewardess would actually take off her panties and tell me to suck her tits, and put my little small penis in her wet willing vagina is beyond anything I can relate to…., after pretty much pretending that stuff never happens , for the last thirty years.

The idea that it didn’t count, so I never told anybody, is about this rule where the girl needs to be younger than me, and probably smaller than me, and then we gotta date and screw around kissing and all that shit, and then she gets to decide everything about how to run my life, and I don’t get to decide anything after that. Then, the sex “counts”.

There is this idea where I didn’t know what I was doing…., when I was ten, or eleven, or twelve, that is totally correct, but the ladies and girls damn well…., knew what they were doing.

I always like that world…., where it doesn’t count and there are no points, it just feels totally good and correct so we are doing it.

There was a nice boy about twelve, who loved screwing his step mom, the they all broke up, and over the years the boy would still come around and fuck her again.

Nice boy who had some excellent pussy from a woman who knew how to fuck.

One day I was fucking her, and she told me about this guy…..so I told her, go ahead, screw this young guy, if it is your normal routine…..,

One day she came home, I was seriously horny, and I pulled her panties off and started to go down on her. Sex was cool…., but she didn’t want me to lick her, she tried to stop me , I got my face between her legs, and there was a mans……, fresh come draining out of her pussy.

I laughed…. “so it looks like somebody was just here…. wanna tell me who?”

She moaned a little with guilt and shame and all, “I said I can forgive you but I would like to know….,” She mentioned his name, and I instantly started licking his come out of her pussy.

This totally turned her on, her clit got like a rock and I started really going for it licking and finger fucking her, feeling how stretched out she was, knowing how this young kid turned her on so much from the time he was young.

I positioned my cock to slide in…..I kissed her, letting her taste his come in my mouth…..

I told her, good girl , when I was 12, 13, and 14…., I wish I had a woman with your courage…., to keep me fucking…, instead of making a fool of myself….

I shoved my cock into her stretched out hole…., that had seen a lot of fucking already that afternoon…., and made love to her like she was the most awesome lover…..

I was surrounded by his come and her pussy, I was making love to them both, I was making love the the awesome loving and fucking relationship they had developed for years…..

That was pretty weird…., and as much as it was totally weird and sexy, I was sort of hoping…., I would not need to do anything like that too often, or ever.

There were so many nice lovers…. who would be “screwing around” here and there with other people, and I didn’t care so much, as long as they didn’t cut me off the sex.

Then they would get pissed , when I would only have one single sex partner at a time…..

Seriously, when I would have one single girl, who would have steady sex, that is all I would have.

They hated it, they hated, and hated, and hated it.

They would try to get me in bed with their sisters, and cousins, and brothers, and friends, and their kids and step – kids…. and I would stick to one single girl, and they would start telling me, I was mentally ill, and abusive.

Extraordinary…, how women, become psychoanalysts, when you catch them screwing around.

I didn’t “catch them” screwing around… I simply kept working…, and stopped wasting my time chasing women…, after I would find a good one.

A stewardess might get away with fucking a ten year old on a jet, but it might be a little more dangerous for me to get caught with a thirteen year old licking her tits and making her grunt and sweat and hearing her say, fuck me fuck me put it in my ass , please …

Most of those fantasies wore off, when I was about 35 years old.

When I was 15, I could nail a thirteen year old at the dinner table, with her parents there, and she and her parents would love it, she would glow for a week. But that, didn’t count.

That was “just kids screwing around”.

I think what I masturbate and think about most…., is all the sisters, cousins, brothers, kids, and step – kids they told me to have sex with, and I never did.

Shit I never had sex, hardly ever, it was way too dangerous, it was like everybody was trying to get me busted for doing some weird shit.

So I masturbate….., and some asshole out there will probably want to try to get me shut down for either doing that or writing about it.

When the blog stats plummet, I can’t write.

So if you like the stories, or whatever, just open this page every day, or open the blog feed and the stats will go up, and then I will have some self esteem and validation and approval and I can write again.

I have too many years of dodging getting busted….

Seriously ladies, sometimes you gotta work a guy a little…., before he will trust you and get it up, and then write and then you can get off on the writing.

Negative attitudes will not sell, so give me something to be positive about and I will forgive you for fucking that hard up little college boy and screw your brains out like a man screws a woman….

Fuck him good, and fuck him hard, and fuck him till he comes. Then I will suck his come out of you, and fuck you like a beast.

(why do you think they teach girls how to read and write?)

A good girl

Oh god I loved seeing her sweet little snatch  come out of under that skirt,  she decided, that she had been a ‘very morally correct girl’…, for about as long as she felt like doing all that.

She had been, a very, good girl…, for a very long time,  and then, she slammed me in the bedroom of the hotel suite, and said something weird like ” you might not even get a hard – on, or get off on this, but I, am going to going to get off…. and you, will damn well stay here and be cool and try to enjoy it.”

I have told stories about this girl, and girls with her style, before, I was trying to be the ‘nice moral boyfriend type’ and somehow it just does not…., always, get the job done. .

This one, gets my pants down, and jerks me violently, and tells me , “finger fuck me…”

Fuck it I’m hard but I want to play mister safe.. she says, “damn it worked…” she knew I never get it up, fast or easy…her pussy is barely getting started getting moist, and I want to go easy…

She says “damn I hate screwing with my clothes on…. and she lays me back on the bed, and starts crawling on top of me….

I want to check the windows and doors and all that, and she puts her hand on my chest and tells me “stop, stop that…”

She grabs my dick…, and says “fucking hold on….” she crams her pussy down on me and it is totally not ready, and it is so tight, ungh……  and she pushes down on me..,, cramming it inch, by, inch, deep…, into the pussy I knew, wanted me to screw her two weeks ago…. I felt every millimeter of that horny vagina…  pile – driving down on me…… my cock is swelled and I,  am pinned down…. she holds…., “humnnnnnnn……..

She gets a little more gentle, and tells me…,” can you handle, a little lovin, today?”

She murmmurs…, moans…. holding my shoulders, looking over my head…..  “just be, in me…. be me, let me be part of you, for this…..” She is my lover, suddenly , I’m so deep inside, her tits against me, her hips rocking a little, we will start sweating, with our clothes on soon, but she needs this moment.

My hands run from her shoulders downto under her skirt to feel her nice ass then up to the small of her back and she starts liking my hands there, so I hold them there, she lays me back, and this is not about me , this is all about her, she is riding it, her way, just for her, she grabs me and pulls me up a ways , rolling back, and then pushes me away, back  down, her hands rub my chest under my shirt and she rides… she  closes her eyes….. and somewhere, inside this fine woman, deep inside, something relaxes and cuts loose, she has it all to herself and she is taking it all, there is a moan, yelp, scream, and I feel like five women are screwing me at the same time for a second, as her body tenses and her pussy changes shape fluttering, and gripping me, her sweet juices gently flowing down to my balls and my ass where they have belonged for so long.

She takes her time… quietly enjoying the release.., I was not so worried about me, or anything, just happy to know this lady felt so correct. She sort of”wakes up, and looks at me and sort of smiles, and hugs me……..

She says, “you, are a very good boy today… you are very hard, and I, am very wet,  what exactly can a very happy person who feels wonderful do for you, today…?

Seriously? I liked seeing her happy. Like she was… , I could just look at her forever and it would almost, be everything, I could ever ask for….

We decided, to try to get her sweater and skirt off without moving, we did, and then my shirt and then, I got my turn…

For about the next half hour I could do no wrong, every move I could think of makng was matched exactly, and kept pace with perfectly…..

When I put every drop of my come, deep in her,  it was not, just me…., I was looking at her eyes,she was smiling, sort of…. loving me, and us, and it was ours, and I kept coming, and coming, and coming until we, were done….

Oh yes, she was a very, good, girl.