The Freak - S01 E32

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The Freak - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

We were mid-kiss when I lifted her bodily, positioning her oozing cunt over my throbbing organ. I missed her on the first try, but managed to stab her on the second. I could tell that had struck deep from her loud moan that died in my mouth. We began a rhythm, one we knew from lots and lots of experience would bring us to the deepest, most satisfying orgasms. On and on we moved, me driving deeply into Barbara, her pressing her swollen button into my muscles with incredible strength and energy.

It was a good ten minutes before I felt the rumbling in my core and the tiny tremors emanate from her cunt. This was our cue to ramp up our actions. In seconds we were pounding each other mercilessly until...the peace before the storm-the day of calm before the hurricane. And then it was here. wrapped Barbara in my arms as we thrashed wildly over the bed, turning almost one hundred and eighty degrees before it finally subsided. We lay there a hot and sweaty mess, my gooey semen running freely from Barbara's canal now that my cock had shrunken and slipped out.

"That was incredible, Jack. I think it was my best orgasm ever. I'm so glad I'm on the pill now. Feeling your flesh inside me is fantastic, but the experience of you cumming inside me it just the best. I can feel the heat as it splashes against my cervix."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," I said, deadpanning against her enthusiasm. She sat up, a scowl on her face, until she broke out laughing. A second later joined her then we tried to straighten the bed and went to sleep in our usual position-Barbara's head on my chest, her oozing cunt riding my thigh.

We woke early Saturday morning as usual and were into the shower in only a few seconds. I shaved while Barbara dressed then dressed and we set about stripping the bed and loading the remainder of our meager possessions into the cars. Then we set about cleaning the rooms and bathroom. Mrs. Mazzone had told us not to bother, but we couldn't in good conscience leave a mess for her. Once we were done we left an envelope on our night stand and walked down to return her keys and extend our thanks. Her house had been the perfect place for us and she had proven herself to be just about the perfect landlady.

With a final hug and kiss we bade good-bye, promising to stop by

whenever we were in the area again. We never mentioned the

envelope. Had we, she would certainly have refused. Inside was our parting gift to her, a $100 gift certificate to her favorite restaurant. It was too expensive for her to go often. We thought at the time that she could get at least five good dinners at our expense

Our drive was a short one-all the way to my parents' home in Chester Heights. Rather than drive immediately to Somerville we wanted to spend the day with my family. All my sisters could talk about was the wedding and the reception. Only my mother had seen the altercation with my Uncle Arthur, my mother's brother-in- law. "What was that all about, Jack?"

"He took offense at Eli dancing with Carole. I wanted to head him off before he caused a real scene."

"What an idiot, didn't he see that your dad and I were right there?"

"I knew he was a bigot from some of the remarks Richard has made, but that was totally out of line. There was no way was going to allow that. I have to admit that I told him he could either go home or return to his seat, but if he tried to do anything to Eli he was going to be in a world of hurt."

"Who are you talking about, J.J.? I had such a good time dancing with Ell. He picked me up that same way you do."

"I know that, Pumpkin. I saw you were having fun, but someone objected because Eli is a Negro."

"Why would that matter, J.J.?"

"I don't know, honey, but some people are just stupid."

"They must be; Ell is so nice." I stopped the conversation by scooping Carole into my arms and pretend dancing with her, twirling around the living room while my family sat and laughed.

We left after lunch for a short visit with Mr. and Mrs. Gleason. They also talked at length about the wedding and reception. They went on and on about the food; they'd had the prime filets and claimed that they were the best they'd ever eaten. "Did you like yours, Barbara?"

"I don't know if you saw us, but we had the lobster. Jack took me out for a lobster dinner in Boston and I loved it. I still need Jack to help me take it apart, but I agree the food was great. So was the band; we had a ball."

We stayed for an hour and left with hugs and kisses, returning to my family by four. We relaxed for the rest of the afternoon before having pot roast and roasted potatoes for dinner. I loved pot roast. It was one of my all-time favorites. I thanked Mom several times. Barbara and I turned in early knowing that we would have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.

Dad made us a great breakfast of french toast and bacon. Barbara and carried our toiletries and dirty clothes out to the cars and then we said our good-byes to my family. It was longer and more emotional than I could have imagined. Poor Carole cried until I promised her that she could come for a visit before school began. Of course, Mom reminded us to drive carefully, something she had told me probably a thousand times since I had learned to drive.

We waved as we pulled away, me in the Jeep and Barbara in the Olds. We had agreed that would lead because knew the way and we had also agreed to stop hourly, if possible. I knew that Barbara was a safe driver but she had never driven this far in a single day. From Chester Heights to Cambridge should take us four hours at roughly fifty miles per hour. That's how long we took when we had driven up at Easter even though we had split the trip into two halves.

We made our first stop just outside Trumbull, Connecticut. Barbara was holding up well so far, but I knew too well how easily one could become physically drained from driving. We used the restroom and washed our faces then we grabbed some sodas from a machine and sat out in the sunlight to drink them. I told Barbara then that I planned to stop again once we had passed Hartford. That was pretty much what we did. Our next stop was in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, only an hour from Cambridge. We ate lunch and stopped at a custom candy shop that my parents. and I loved.

Once we had left there I drove to a nearby park where we stopped in the shade. I locked the Jeep and went to sit in the Olds' passenger seat. bade Barbara to lie across the seat for a short nap. I had noticed immediately that her energy level was dangerously low when we had stopped. A half-hour nap would help her tremendously. She must have agreed because her head was on my thigh only seconds before she was sound asleep. I closed my eyes and joined her seconds later.

Barbara stirred forty minutes later, about five minutes after I did. I could tell immediately that she was better. "Wow, Jack, I never take a nap."

"It's the driving. It has a hypnotic effect on most people and that can make you really tired really fast. We're not on a deadline so better safe than sorry."

She sat up and kissed me, just a quick one. "I'm saving the really good ones for later," she said with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of me. It seems you do that a lot."

"That's my job." I kissed her then opened the door and walked quickly to my Jeep. We pulled into the motel less than fifty minutes later. Barbara phoned my parents collect while I checked in. We emptied everything that was on the seats in both cars, being sure to lock them. I thought that our clothes, radios, and phonograph would be safe out of sight in the locked trunk. We parked right in front of the room under a bright street lamp.

We watched TV for a while until Barbara got bored, turned it and the lights off and rushed into my arms. We kissed and groped each other long enough to flood our faces with spit. "Do you think we'll ever get tired of this?"

"You mean kissing, or sex?"

"Take your choice."

"No way in hell...not if have any say in it."

"Good answer, I know I'll want to do it on my death bed which I hope will be a very long time from now." knew it would be, but I said nothing. Instead, moved between Barbara's smooth shapely legs. She smiled as she told me, "Good choice, I want to wrap my legs around you and pull you into me." And that's exactly what she did until she surprised me by moving her legs onto my shoulders. I had driven into her only five or six times before I noticed a huge change in her reactions. I had no idea what was different, but Barbara's actions were much more energetic, determined, and passionate. She came then and continued humping like there was no tomorrow--cumming two more times before my eruptions called an end to our love making for now, anyway.

After breakfast we drove to the realtor's office to meet with Mrs. Kline. She had been an incredible resource for us. We wanted to make a number of alterations to the house and she had come up with a list of reputable contractors for us. Additionally, she had arranged to have all of the old carpets pulled up and removed leaving only the bare hardwood floors. Renovating them would be our first inside priority. Repaving the driveway and a fence for the

back yard would be next. We met with three flooring contractors that morning, selecting one not because of the lowest price-he was second low-but because he could start immediately and would be done by Saturday. We met with a paving contractor Mrs. Kline had highly recommended in the afternoon.

Our driveway was the old kind with two strips of concrete and a median of grass between. Worse were all the cracks and tilted slabs. I knew from experience how hard it would be to shovel snow on such a driveway and the cracked areas would always be icy in the winter. That was what my parents had for years before renovating just two years ago. The contractor recommended stripping out the entire driveway and starting over from scratch. That was exactly what my dad had suggested. "If you don't there will be lots of uneven surfaces. There are plenty of cracks in the existing concrete and they're only going to get worse. When get done you'll have a solid mass of seamless asphalt." agreed, but did haggle a bit on the price as Mrs. Kline had suggested. I was able to save us more than $500. He would start on Wednesday with removal, digging, and installing the new base and be finished by Thursday

It had been a long and productive day, but we weren't done yet. We were able to stroll through three furniture stores-just looking and taking notes on a bedroom set, living and dining room furniture, desks and chairs for our study center. We made some decisions over dinner, partially on what might be available for delivery next week. We returned to the motel after dinner for a much needed. shower and even more needed scorching sex. I was completely drained by the time Barbara had finished with me. No wonder I always slept so well.

NEXT: The story of our life together.