My wife and I had another of our legendary fights and decided to stay in a hotel for the night and relax. The clerk looked at me a little funny when I went to check at 9:00 and had no ID. I explained to him the fight with my wife and how I left my wallet at home and the story of my emergency money in the car and, with a tip of $100, I soon had a room with no questions with double queens.
After I dropped my bag, I went down to the restaurant and took a little bite. I had a cold and cola with the dinner I didn’t even touch, so I brought her back to the room with me and sat on my bed for a nite-cap. I was wise enough to take my trunks, so I changed and went to the pool to go in a few laps and maybe a hot soak before calling it a night.
I had in my twenty mandatory laps when I always did at the hotel, then I went out of cold water and padded in the hot tub. I guess it was just after 11:00 at that time so I was a little surprised to see a teenage girl visibly alone in the jacuzzi at that time. We made small conversations and she started talking about her debating team at the university and her “hole” roommate who was getting laid at that time while my hot tub companion was waking up in the jacuzzi.
You know how a stupid idea sometimes escapes from your mouth before the mind catches up? I invited the girl to my room to use the extra bed because she obviously couldn’t stay out all night with the pool preparing to close. I thought about my own girl sitting in a hot tub at an hour with an older man just by who might want to… take it off.
I was going to reconsider my offer when it took me. She went out of the bath and said something about a wake-up and everything I could see was her incredible body. She was tall and slender, the scary image of the slack that my wife had been when I met her. She brought me in and I had to stop thinking about what I was starting to think.
We went back to the room and I told her to take a shower and put a dress for her to wear. His little bikini was quickly rinsed and I put it dry on the heat. I took my drink and watched a show on the history chain. When she got out of the shower, she used her hair and you didn’t see much under the dress and it was probably a good thing. I took my own shower and as I bled, I was hoping the girl wouldn’t steal my money and run away on me.
When I got out of the shower, I immediately noticed that my glass was gone! This little sprite had shot a double of 151 rum with this glass! I knew she was gonna feel pretty fast. Before I left the bathroom, I slipped a condom in my dress pocket in the hope that maybe…
I sat next to her and I turned off the sense of TV to give the clue to go to bed and we just started talking and I started to realize that she was hitting me. I told her about her roommate and if she was envious of what was going on in her room and she told me to be a virgin (yes, well, I thought) and to fear to get pregnant. I forgot what I had to say, but it went well.
She has another comment on the boys who are not in her and I said, “Really. You have a beautiful body. If I were your age, I’d be on you.”
I couldn’t believe I said that and I expected her to flee, but she sat there and my mouth added: “It’s really cute to see that your blush goes to your neck and shoulders. »
I don’t know what made me do it, but I touched her naked shoulder like I said. Suddenly, I knew I had to have it and my hands continued to do their thing and I started to massage it in the same way as my wife when I want to get laid.
I sat behind her and kissed her neck and saw the pods escape on her. I knew she was mine now. I also understood that my drink had used its resistance and judgment as well as when I went to lay it down, it did not complain. I pulled the dress a little like a test and she didn’t resist at least. I erase his nipples and they responded positively. I pulled the condom out of my pocket and put it on the table by the bed and she saw me do it.
She said, “We won’t need it.”
I said, “I know. I’ll let you know it’s here.”
I slept behind her and I pulled her snug to me and I reached around where I could feel her breasts pert. My other hand fell down and slowly pushed his open dress until the front of his body was naked to my touch.
I opened her dress and softened her from her shoulder and body until she was between us. My own dress was already extinguished and she didn’t seem to notice when my dick was rubbing against the velvety skin of her spine. I went for her pussy and she didn’t resist when my finger slipped between her lips and started working her dew. She relaxed even more and when I hit her, she melted in my arms.
When she stretched her legs a little, I slipped my dick between them and I shook her pussy with her.
She immediately said, “No!”
I said, “Go back with it. As long as you hold him, he’s not going anywhere you don’t want him.”
Alcohol and sex accepted this absurdity and held my dick against his body and I started to humiliate it by trying to get the head of my dick to kiss it all- important clit.
She yelled at my dick and said, “Of course. It’s always dry. You have to make her wet. Rub it as I did with my fingers.”
Oh, my God. She did it and I had to stop trying to just squeeze her tits and pull my dick to the right and there! She was hitting me and I knew I was gonna stop if she didn’t stop, so I said, “Here, try that. Give me back my well and it’ll be better for both of us.”
Good. It calmed me down and it also seemed to excite it even more. I humiliated her when she started to shoot me and soon we were sticking together. Once I felt my head win a purchase in her pussy and then she supported. But she laughed at me and I thought I’d take that as an encouragement. I fucked my head in her pussy several times and loved how she hid her. She gave me what I call the “Fuck Me” signal and I started to move our little boss forward and squeeze in love.
I moved a little and I took my dick’s head and I didn’t get it out. She gave a very happy groaning and she pushed me back for more. It was not long before feeling her hymen and the realization that she was really virgin was too much for me. I kept his hips and slowly pushed into his body and felt his hymen coming to me.
A few more shots and I found myself in her. It seemed to attract her attention and she silently reached for the condom and tried to put it in my hand. I shot out of her, then I pushed back. She sworn. I started rubbing her by swimming.
She continued with the stupid condom. I threw it down. It was the best pussy I had for years and I wasn’t going to stop. Frankly, the thought of impregnating his taut belly turned me.
She went to me and I started taking her as God wanted. She seemed to melt when her sperm began to get up, then she screamed and I knew she was screwing! I knew I had to take it completely so that I pulled it and rolled it on my back and climbed between her legs. I just fucked her until I came and filled her pussy with her first baby drummer charge.
She suddenly had the feeling of returning to her and shared her concerns about pregnancy. I just told the reliable old lies not to get pregnant the first time and all that. She was still nervous and uncertain and I decided to comfort her and when I saw that there was some sex blood I went and had a hot cloth and I cleaned her. She liked attention, I saw. I slept next to her and we had sex for a while and I wanted her again. I didn’t wait for the ceremony this time and I just found myself between her legs and her. This second time, I saw she wasn’t there, but I wanted what I wanted. I stood deep in her pussy this time when I came and it was like a conquest of genres as she gasped with every pulse of my cum in her neck.
At that time, it was about three hours and she kissed me goodbye after she got back into her bikini and left.
A quick shower and twenty minutes later, too. I realized that if she was suddenly sensed she could call the police on me so I took advantage of my booking without a hotel name and made traces at home.
I slept on the couch the rest of the night and I thought about that girl I fucked in the woman. Would she have my baby? Would I know?
In any case, it was a few weeks later when my 19-year-old daughter wrote me to chaperon a group of his friends for a summer environmental camp for a month at a lake. It would be me, my daughter, and seven of her 20-year-old teenage friends for a hard work month that arranges trails and cabins in a remote forest.
I first said no and continued to think of being the only male with seven available and mature females. My daughter told me I was the best father in the world when I said yes.
She was right. It was my sincere intention to be a father again and again.