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While I had grabbed Jo's tits and soaked my fingers in her pussy juices, and my cock had enjoyed her mouth, I hadn't seen her naked before. She really looked good, and I went from half mast to full salute in two seconds. Jim and Bill laid her on the plush living room rug, tied her hands above her head with a handkerchief, and then Bill pulled down his pants and kneeled down, apparently to fuck her.
But Bill was too drunk. Not only was his dick limp but he was wavering. He actually collapsed on top of her. While Jo took it in good humor she obviously wanted the lug off of her so I dragged him over to a corner.
Jim was so drunk he couldn't even get his pants down and just lay next to Jo and said he would just massage her tits. I wanted Jo to myself, however, so I found a football lying in the closet they got their plastic swords from and gave it to Jim telling him the ends were Jo's tits, and dragged him aside as he was mumbling something while caressing the pigskin.
Seeing how drunk Bill and Jim were, I didn't have any confidence that they had tied Dave up properly and I didn't want any interruption so I retied him.
Jo had a big smile on her face while I removed my clothes as I approached her. She spread her legs, exposing her honey pot, which I went after like a bear at a beehive. I was licking, sucking, and fingering her pussy, trying to find a clitoris. While I was doing this she kept on saying stuff like "Oh good knight, this brigand is trying to defile me," and Dave, in his drunken stupor, with slurred speech, was responding with stuff like "I will rescue you fair maiden, fear not."
I was having difficulty locating Jo's clitoris. While I hadn't had a fuck in at least three months how to find a clit is like riding a bicycle - not something you normally forget. I finally came across a little "pimple." When I stuck my tongue on it Jo just about jumped to the ceiling. While it was the tiniest clit I had ever seen she must have had ? of her body's nerve endings in it because as soon as I started working it over with my tongue she stopped talking bullshit to Dave and started screaming and writhing around. As I was driving her clit nuts I grabbed a nipple with each hand and started gently twisting them. Her nipples were almost as sensitive as her clit and she was quickly going over the top.
I had never brought a woman to climax with just my tongue and fingers before but she had to have climaxed at least three times, while leaking pussy juice all over the place, before I let up.
After giving her about a minute to recover while kissing her and driving my tongue into her mouth, she started moaning "Fuck me, Fuck my little cunt off, Fuck my brains out you bastard."
Not wanting to disappoint a damsel, I got right to it.
I turned her over on her hands and knees and shoved my dip stick into her slippery cunt. I had fucked a number of 50-60 year olds before, but never one with a cunt that tight. The only reason I was able to easily enter it was because she was flooded with pussy juice. Holy shit did it feel good! At the same time as I was pounding her I grabbed her sensitive nipples and massaged them. This caused her to wiggle around intensifying my enjoyment, and spurring me on to fuck her even harder.
At some point while I was joyfully doggy-style pounding away I remembered Dave was there. I had never fucked with an audience before and had a moment of apprehension; but when I looked over at him, he had passed out too.
After I brought her through another orgasm, as she was clearly building up to yet another one, I ejaculated a full load into her. This resulted in more wiggling and movement from her as she climaxed yet again. God, it felt soooo good! I continued to fuck her long after my last spunk was deposited, and as she started to go limp, I withdrew.
This was my most fun ever. My brain was on overdrive and the fact that I hadn't had a fuck in months combined with my enhanced libido and that I was 22 meant that I wanted her the whole night. So I untied Dave, with a fireman's carry brought him to and dumped him in his bed, covered up Jim and Bill with blankets where they lay in the living room,
and carried Jo to the guest room bed.
I was so excited I think I stayed hard for the rest of the night (actually morning), and had my dick in Jo's cunt for a good three hours. We fucked in every position I had ever tried in my life, each one as pleasurable as the last. Finally, with the sun clearly rising in the sky I grabbed my clothes, got dressed, and got ready to leave.
Jo was lying on her side in a pool of dried sweat and cum, with more cum oozing out of her pussy, and with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. I covered her with a sheet, kissed her on the lips and walked to my car. My dick and balls were so sore I winced with each bowlegged step. I ended up sleeping all day, fantasizing about my next encounter with Jo, and thinking she truly was a woman that "all the guys liked" for very good reason!
The End.
Thanksgiving, Came on Thursday
Along the lower reaches of the Snohomish River lies a cluster of homes. Not even enough to call a village.
The people living there are poor. Mostly they rely on what they can earn from the forest or the river; Salmon (in season), shell fish (in season) kelp (in season), The forest yields mushrooms and florist greens (in season).
Although not Indian, their children went to the nearby reservation as the nearest non-Indian school was fifteen miles away. When the boys were old enough, they joined the military, usually the Army.
Tom Goodnight joined the Army in 2003, right out of High School. He was sent to basic, then on to a Stryker Brigade at Fort Lewis. A year later, they deployed to Iraq. He was inside a vehicle hit by an explosive hidden in the road, suffering a concussion. Nothing more.
Three weeks later, on foot patrol, he was blown into a drainage ditch by another explosion. This time, he had more than a concussion.
He was flown to Germany, then on to Bethesda Naval Hospital in Maryland. The doctors repaired the torn arm, removed the damaged fingers.
During rehabilitation at Fort Lewis, he met Shirley. Willowy, long brown hair, delicate features. A volunteer in the ReHab unit.
She became his guide, leading him through the exercises to re-establish equilibrium. Nearby when Rehab Specialists helped him relearn the use of arm and fingers, she became his focus. She became his reason to continue.
The exercise was hard. Much worse than any PT the Army had put him through. Not physically, mentally. Every time he slacked, she leaned in,"When you're healthy, I'm going to Fuck your brains out."
Day after day, he worked, feeling strength return to his arm, dexterity to the remaining fingers.
Finally, he was told his discharge was near. When he returned to the Rehab unit the next day, there was no sign of Shirley. He asked what had happened with her, no one knew.
Sadly, he waited for the papers to be completed. Took forms where told, stood in lines as directed.
