1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 4


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: True Story, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Romance, School, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    squirmed as I inserted one, then two, fingers, in and out. She squealed and moaned as I then rolled her clit between my fingers. I did the same to her as she did to me, pressing down with my middle finger while it did circles on her clit. She was bucking and squealing, “ohh, aagh, God!” until her thighs clenched my hand, locking it in place inside her privates, as she was swept by the waves of orgasm. She relaxed onto my chest as the climax faded away. “Whoah, that was tremendous, Joe!” “Yeah, you did a pretty good job yourself!” She brought my right hand to her mouth, licking her own juices from my fingers, as she looked at her watch. “I need to get home before Mom does, so she’s not there when I come in smelling like a skank.” “Will do, but you’re my skank!” “That’s another thing she can’t know.” I told her “Don’t worry about it” as I leaned in for another kiss, and noticed the taste of he both her and I on her lips. The Mathiesen Reunion was held every year on the Saturday before Labor Day. The Longs were German speaking Catholics from Switzerland who had come to our county in the early 1800’s, but my mother’s family were Protestants from Scotland. Her grandfather was born there in the 1870’s, and was three years old when his parents, like many others at the time, left the mines of southeast Scotland and northeast England to instead dig the coal of central Pennsylvania. Mom had ten brothers and sisters, most of them living on the far side of Pittsburgh, but for the ...
    reunion we all trekked back to her father’s home town, one county and an hour and a half north of us. Grandma had died four years before, but Grandpa would be there to see his nearly forty grandchildren and a handful of great-grandchildren. Mom, Dad and I left the house around 9:30, and I spent the whole trip, when not dozing, quietly staring out the car window at the alternating forests, corn fields or strip mines, as I daydreamed about what Hannah and I had done the previous afternoon. Once we arrived, I was carrying food from the trunk of our car to the pavilion when I saw Doc pull in the gravel lot, with Tess and the three kids along for the ride. Mom was the second oldest child, behind her brother George, and I was the third oldest grandchild. Both of my two older cousins, Maggie and Lisa were moms now, even though Lisa wasn’t married yet. There were so many little cousins running around I couldn’t even remember all their names, so I usually ended up hanging out with my younger uncles, several of them still in their twenties. I didn’t want to waste any time in getting to see Grandpa, especially since Grandma was gone. I was second in line, and sat down the bench for about ten minutes before I had my turn. He was 68, short, wiry, and still alive after working over forty years in the coal mines. I stood to shake his hand and give him a hug. “Hey Grandpa, how you doing?” We sat again as I flexed my hand, recovering from the grip of his shake. He replied, “Pretty good, but I might ...
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