Author's name withheld by request
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Author's name withheld by request |
| Warning:
This story is not for the faint of heart or those with a queasy stomach. Names have been changed and/or withheld. |
| Although
I had been going out with Gene for over two years when it happened, it still
left a rather embarrassing feeling between us for quite some time. We had
one of those high school sweetheart deals-only I was the only one in high
school! He was an older man, about 18 when we started hanging out. We were
good and didn't engage in sexually explicit activity until I graduated and
was almost 18, however... On this fateful night (we had spent the entire weekend together) we had tickets to see B.B. King in concert. I wasn't a huge fan, but the concert was a good one-very stimulating. I knew that Gene was hard and ready to go without even looking or touching him...I liked it that way, knowing but not knowing. I was wet and ready...the only trouble was that I was on my period and I am a very heavy bleeder. I didn't want to spoil the mood by announcing it, so instead of telling Gene, I let him believe that we were going to have another round of mind-blowing sex. I don't mind having sex on my period. I am wound so tight and easily excited before, during, and after. Gene, on the other hand, didn't really like to engage in anything carnal while I was menstruating. Yes, I should have told him early in the evening...but my hormones were interfering with my brain cells. We had been hot and heavy all weekend and this was a ‘surprise' visit-two days early. After the concert, Gene suggested that we find a spot where we could be alone. We wound up driving down to this area where he grew up. He was very nostalgic that evening, wanting to show me his old house and the small lake where he used to swim. We took a walk around the lake hand in hand, occasionally stopping for a romantic kiss or a few seconds of hip grinding. The moon was almost full and so beautiful, hanging low as if we could touch her. Everything seemed so surreal and nearly perfect. It could have been perfect, except for my period and Gene's aversion to it. Well, that and the fact we were walking around in people's back yards! See, all the land around the lake was privately owned, but no one saw us as it was nearly 1 am when we took our walk. It was in a stranger's back yard behind a bush when we finally succumbed to our sexual urges. I lay down between the bush and the water-dogs barking in the distance-and as Gene began unbuttoning my shirt, I whispered, "Hey, I am bleeding." His hands stopped for a second and he closed his eyes. I took that second to glance down at the bulge in his jeans. I knew he would continue...he had to. He didn't say a word, but went back to his task. Soon I was completely naked and lying on my back on his lightweight jacket in the thick mud by the water. He pulled his jeans down to his feet and his shirt up over his head while I used my fine-tuned oral skills to bring him almost to climax. Then I stopped, panting, and waited. I wanted to taste him more than anything, but I knew if I did so I would be left high and dry and frustrated. I decided it would be best if I simply climbed on and took care of both of us at once. As I ground my hips in a semi-circle then back again, Gene's hands grabbed my ass and slammed me down hard (just the way I like it). My head fell back, my hair brushing against our hips as he continued to slam me down. It took a very short time for me to reach my peak, and I let out a scream so loud nearly every house in the neighborhood turned on a light. Dogs were barking, much louder and closer now. We heard scratching at the back door of the house we honored with our passion, and we knew we had better get out of there quick! Gene pulled up his pants and I wrapped myself in his jacket. We gathered our clothes (minus the used tampon we left behind) and took off running. The dogs were still barking and a man yelled out, "Hey, you!" but we kept going and didn't stop until we reached the car. I hastily threw on my clothes before getting in. Gene wasn't mad at me at first, but later...<sigh>. Gene lived with his sister and her children. We made it back to her house well past 3 am, and when we came in, we found her awake and waiting for us. She looked at me, looked at Gene, and then back at me. Then she started laughing...and she couldn't stop! I finally looked at Gene in the light, and saw he had a blood clot stuck to the front of his shirt and a mixture of blood and mud in his hair and all over his hands. I refused to look at myself when Gene told me to look in the mirror. I rushed home and jumped in the shower as fast as I could. His sister never did let us forget that night...sometimes a good pounding isn't worth so much trouble! Try explaining that to me while I am on my period! |