Reba has seen this dozens of times, women that were raised in the old school “primitive” Baptist church carrying on like they were in some weird cult passing down those frigid, unscriptural rules to their daughters… she knew that her answer to that question really wakes up these poor women. “Honey, it’s only wrong if you bite.”
“What are those two laughing about?” asked Dennis as he talked about fertilizer with Pastor Luke.
Pastor Luke, glanced through the window and Reba saw him looking and gave him a nod which let him know that she just answered The Question yet again. Although Luke knew exactly what they were talking about, he just smiled, “I couldn’t say.” Now it was his turn to pick up the conversation and he suggested a new book that just came out, “The Joy of Sex.”
Linda May was caught somewhere between heaven and hell. Her momma raised her to “never let a man put his mouth down there” but her husband of thirty years is doing it, and it’s wonderful! If anything, Linda May is upset about denying herself this experience. “You were wrong momma!” she shouted in her head.
The last time Dennis kissed and licked Linda May’s pussy she whimpered, but she didn’t say stop. His lips drew near to her pussy again, her whimpering became louder and now her hands clamped down on his hands that were toying with her breasts, her hips were shifting and wriggling, her whimpering became gasping. When Dennis’ lips reached Linda May’s pussy her hands clamped down on his head and she said, “don’t stop Denny, keep loving me right here.”
That was the signal he was waiting for. With his thumbs he eased her pussy lips open and began exploring with his tongue. “Tell me where it feels good,” he said then began flicking his tongue around her pussy, in her pussy, and it was all good to Linda May, but when he found her clit, she knew what he meant.
The rush of sensation was overwhelming for Linda May, “Right there!” she cried. She was going out of her mind with lust and now was finally able to voice her excitement. Thirty years of being polite in bed have come to a stop, Linda May Delaney is learning how good it feels to be a bad girl with her husband! “Oh yes, do that some more Denny!” she growled as Dennis gently sucked and licked at her clit.
As his tongue flickered over her button, he eased one then two fingers into her pussy. She was hot and soaking wet, and his fingers slid in easily. He slid them in and out nice and slow the way she likes it, and he was surprised to hear her sigh, “Faster Denny.”
Reba Hudson gave her two great pieces of advice, “don’t bite” and “He doesn’t know.”
Linda May always thought Dennis knew how she felt when he touched her, or when he said something that she wasn’t in the mood to hear. “You have to tell him,” urged Reba, “he may know what should make you feel good, but he doesn’t know how hard, or how soft, how easy or how fast you want him to go.” When Linda May felt his tongue on her clit and two fingers enter her pussy she sighed, “Faster Denny,” and he went faster! His tongue started licking on her clit very quickly, his fingers slid in and out fucking her deliciously.
The sensations were overwhelming, and the sense of empowerment was even more thrilling. “Harder Denny,” she gasped, and he suckled on her clit harder. She held his head in place with one hand, her other hand went to her breast and began pinching and tugging on her turgid nipple. This was something she’s done in the past but doing it now, here in front of her husband was incredibly exciting.
Now the big buildup to climax was starting, she planted her feet on the nearest available object, Dennis’s shoulders, and her hips started to arch up on their own. “Oooohhhh Dennyyyy…” she crooned as the erotic pressures started to build. “Oooohhhh Dennyyyy!!!” She suddenly didn’t know what to do with her hands, she wanted to hold his head so he wouldn’t stop, she wanted to grab and squeeze her breasts because it was ok to do that now, in the end she threw her hands out wide and rolled her eyes back and waves of her orgasm crashed over her. “Yes, Denny YES!” she cried as she twisted and jerked through the throes of her most powerful orgasm ever.
Some time during the excitement of that climax she felt her pussy being forced open even wider as Dennis rose to join her and eased his cock in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried, “Fuck me!” for the first time in her life. The excitement of discovery and new beginnings was too much for Dennis and he came with a roar, spurting into her still twitching pussy.
It was a hot, beautiful night, the only light was from the citronella candles on the railing and a million stars overhead. They lay on the deck and looked up at the stars, still trembling in the excitement of their newfound pleasure. Soon they found “their star,” Alnilam, the “buckle” of Orion’s belt. Just before they married in 1942, before Dennis shipped off to war, they chose Alnilam as theirs, the star they can look up at knowing that each other was looking up at it too. Some nights in the darkness of the bomb shattered jungles, the knowledge that Linda May Delaney was looking up at Alnilam also was the only thing keeping PFC Dennis Delaney going.
And now they knew that they were going to be ok.
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As the years passed Dennis and Linda May moved on in life, and they made sure to take a small “pup” from the Hentai Sago with them when they headed to the retirement home. The cozy ranch style house with the big plot of land, pond, and island changed hands several time over the years until Scott and Marcia Alden bought it for their growing family. Scott made a killing on the stock market and gave up the nine am to ten pm rat race and cashed in on his stock options and moved out to the country. The New Jersey natives were fish out of water in the deep south, Florida is used to the Northern Invasion, but it is truly weird to get a New Jersey-ite in south Charlton county Georgia.
There between the Okefenokee swamp and the St. Mary’s river sat their little slice of heaven. “You know, when the realtor told us about this place, I looked up St. George Florida, that’s why I was so eager to move,” said Marcia as they looked over the property. St. George Florida is a quaint fishing town on an island east of Panama City in the Gulf of Mexico, St. George Georgia is best described as a swamp town.
“You still have your island,” said Scott as he pointed to the large pond. The kids were clearly playing on the island again as they came racing back from the pond pulling off their clothing. Sara, 6, Jeff, 5, Wyatt, 3, and Sandy, 2. “Why are they doing that?” Scott asked Marcia. By the time the children reached the patio the only one left wearing a stitch of clothing was the baby, Sandy who was wearing a shirt that she couldn’t get off, and one shoe.
“Why did you take off all of your clothes?” scolded Marcia as she fought Sandy to keep her shoe on. Meanwhile Sara and Jeff picked up the clothing the quartet scattered across the lawn as Wyatt “helped” by throwing the sneakers he found as high into the air as he could. This is exactly what Scott Alden wanted, a chance for his kids to run crazy, wild and free in their own back yard, even naked if they could.