Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 03:57:01 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Dark and Stormy Night

A Dark and Stormy Night

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It may sound trite and a bit of a cliché, alright, a big bit, but the
night that things changed for Franklin Church was indeed dark and very
stormy.  Some background my be called for here.  Franklin was a stock
analyst for one of the major brokerages.  Since the crash of '08 things had
been very stressful for him.  At sixty, he was trying to decide if it was
time to retire.  He could afford it but he knew he couldn't just stop
working and he wasn't sure what he would do to occupy his time.

He was thinking thoughts along these lines so that as he approached the
elevators in the lobby of his apartment building, he wasn't aware of her
presence until he was almost on top of her.  He managed to stop with about
two feet between them.  He should have noticed her because she was hard not
to notice.  He had seen her at various times over the last few months.
Since he had been living there for years, he assumed she was a recent
arrival.

We he first saw her he thought she was rather tall, but quickly realized
she was almost always in heels that put her just below eye-to-eye level
with his six feet.  She had smooth, even, caramel colored skin and straight
black hair below her shoulders.  He thought Latin but the cast of the eyes
suggested a trace of Asian, with the result being exotic and beautiful.
And at the moment the exotic beauty was having trouble juggling three bags
and the button to the elevator.  Old man trouble was winning.

Franklin showed remarkable reflexes and quickness when he saved one of the
bags from succumbing to gravity and with his free hand pushing the up
button.  The smile he got in return would have been worth any effort he
expended.  It was full of even white teeth and lit up that exotic face and
added a bit of gleam to her deep brown eyes.

"Oh, thank you so much.  I should know better than to try and carry all
this at once.  But I didn't have much in the apartment and with this storm
coming I guess I sort of panicked."

"I understand.  I was hauling in bags yesterday," he said with a small
smile of his own.  "Let me give you a hand.  Oh, Franklin Church here."

"Rose Sanchez.  Do you think it's going to be as bad as they say?" she
asked, showing some nervousness.

"It'll be some trouble, I'm sure.  I've lived here long enough to have been
through them before."

"Oh dear," she said as the door slid open and they stepped inside.  "I just
hate weather like this.  A bad thunder storm can send me into a panic."

Franklin made to press the floor button and looked to his car mate in
invitation.

"Seventeen," she said.

"Same here."

"Well, neighbor, it's nice to meet you.  I'd offer a hand if I had one
free.  You're the first one in the building I've met."

"My pleasure, Rose.  Yes, the folks around here can be a bit self involved.
And don't worry, it's a sturdy building, very little sway in strong winds."

"Oh, dear," she said, dismayed.

They both got off at seventeen and Franklin gestured that she should go
ahead and he would follow with the third bag.  Their apartments were
separated by the length of the main corridor and after she unlocked her
door he handed her the third bag and said,

"I'm in seventeen oh three.  If you need anything, just come knocking."

"Thank you, Franklin, you're a real gentleman."

She flashed him that smile again and he gave a small one in return.  He
turned and headed down the corridor to his apartment.  Over the next
several hours the conditions outside degraded significantly.  The wind
picked up, the rain started coming down and lightening laced the dark
clouds.  The subsequent thunder arrived quickly and rattled the windows.
Franklin had prepared and eaten a simple dinner.  He was sitting on the
couch watching the outdoor pyrotechnics when he heard a frantic pounding on
his door.  When he opened it he was hit by a shorter but much more animated
Rose Sanchez.  She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his
shoulder.

He managed to get the door closed and stagger back a few steps.  He was
going to make a crack about how sudden this all was but he could feel how
hard she was shaking and realized the young woman was truly badly
frightened.  Keeping one arm around her shoulder he managed to pry her
loose enough to lead her over to the couch where he sat them down.  About
thirty seconds later a very close bolt of lightening touched off a
shattering peel of thunder.  Franklin flinched as the girl burrowed into
him, her fingers squeezing like pliers on his arms.  She whimpered.

"Shhhh, you're alright.  Everything is outside and your safe inside.  Just
try to relax."

For two hours, as the storm raged outside, Franklin played host and
psychological anchor for the panicky young lady.  He had to admit, if he
overlooked the likely bruises on his arms, having a woman of any age
holding on to him like that was a pleasant way to pass the time.  After the
end of the second hour the intensity of the storm dropped off and Rose
began to relax a bit.  By the end of the third hour the storm had passed
and she was unwrapping herself from Franklin.

She was sniffling and her make up was a mess.  His shirt was stained with
tears and other things.  He reached over to the end table next to the couch
for the box of tissues.  She accepted it with a embarrassed grin and sniff.
After she was done she looked at him and said,

"My god, you must think I'm such a coward."

"Not really.  My guess is somewhere in your past something happened that
involved a lot of noise and you're reacting to it."

"Are you a psychiatrist or something?"

"No, a stock analyst but I got a degree in psychology first but found there
wasn't much money in it so I went back to business school.  I do keep up
though.  You'd be surprised how much a knowledge of the human psyche comes
in handy when trying to figure the market," he replied.

"I guess that makes sense," she replied, sniffing a bit again.  "Would you
mind if I stayed for a little bit.  It helps to have someone to talk after
something like this."

"Sure, can I get you something to drink?  Water, soft drink, something
stronger?" he asked.

"A finger or two of scotch would be terrific, thank you."

When he handed her the drink he sat down, leaving a bit of space between
them and facing her.  She sipped the scotch and then took a deep breath.

"I can't thank you enough for being here for me.  Before we ran into each
other in the lobby I was trying to decide if I should hide under the bed or
in the bathtub."

"Bathtub," Franklin said matter-of-factly.  "These fiberglass units float
very nicely."

Her eyebrows popped and then she started to chuckle, a throaty sound he
found very attractive.  As she sipped her drink she relaxed more and the
conversation that ensued revealed she was born in Colombia, was sent to the
United States to live with relatives around the age of two, for reasons
that still haven't been made clear.  She worked in the fashion industry as
a marketing executive.  She worked a great deal and had little in the way
of outside interests other than reading an occasional book or going to a
movie.  It was close to midnight before she said,

"I think I've imposed on you enough.  I should be getting back to my
apartment."

She rose gracefully and he got up to follow her to the door.  She turned to
face him and said,

"Thank you again," and she placed her hand alongside his face.  "You're a
very sweet man," and since she was in flat soled slippers, she had to reach
up to kiss him lightly on the side of his face.

She opened the door and then turned,

"I'd like to repay you for your kindness.  Would you like to have dinner
with me tomorrow night?  Since I bought all that food I should be able to
come up with something."

"I'd like that very much.  One favor though.  Nothing too spicy.  I'm an
old man with a fragile digestion."

"You're not old, Franklin.  You're experienced," she said and then headed
off down the corridor.

He knew it was bad form but he stuck his head out the door and watched as
she walked away, her denim clad ass swaying seductively.  He reminded
himself she was likely half his age but it was nice to imagine.  He allowed
his imagination to run at a low level all the next day at the office and
when he returned home he found a piece of paper folded into the card key
slot of his door.  It simply had the number seven written on it.

He smiled to himself and went inside to get ready, to include a shower,
shave and general sprucing up.  He left his apartment at six fifty eight
and precisely at seven he was knocking on the door.  When it swung open he
was met with an exotic smiling face near on a level with his own.  He
smiled back.

"Right on time, very nice, I like punctuality in a man. Please come in,"
Rose said.

As he walked past she hooked his arm with hers, swung the door shut and
directed him to the couch.

"Dinner will be in about fifteen minutes.  Can I get you a drink or
anything before hand?"

"No, thank you.  I can wait that long."

As they sat she looked at him and said,

"You know, I can't remember the last time I've had dinner with someone like
this."

"What?  That you made for them?"

"No, for purely social reasons.  My dinners and lunches are always about
the sale.  Not at all that much fun," she said with what he thought was the
cutest touch of a pout.

"Well, I promise not to try and sell you any stock if you try not to sell
me any dresses," he replied straight faced.

She started to giggle and said,

"Sorry, but I can't imagine you in any of the clothes that I market.  We
don't do menswear.  Although I think you'd look terrific in some of the
newer suits."

"What?  I don't look okay in what I wear?" he asked.

"Oh, sure, but like you say, you look okay.  But one of the new styles and
cuts, hmm, you'd look so dashing and sophisticated."

As she said this she squeezed the arm she was still holding, her eyes
looking at him speculatively.  He had to take a deep breath before he
continued.

"Well, I was never much for keeping up with what's current.  Tried and
true, that's my style."

She wrinkled her nose and forehead a bit and said,

"I may have to see what I can do to change that," and before she got any
further the timer rang and interrupted them.  "Ah, there we go.  Come, I
think you'll be pleasantly surprised with what I have for you."

And he was.  While traditionally Colombian, the meal was only lightly
spiced and he found it more than palatable.  It helped to have such a
stunning dining partner who seemed more than willing to discuss things
unrelated to fashion or finance.  After the meal was finished they retired
back to the couch and Rose said,

"You know, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me last night.
But I have to make a confession."

"What's that?"

"I wasn't as scared for as long as it seemed," she replied, looking a
little embarrassed.

"So you were holding on to me like a python because...?

"Because you were holding on to me like someone who cared.  I haven't felt
that in a very long time," she said her voice getting small.

"Well, that hardly seems right,'' Franklin replied and he took his arm and
brought it up and over her shoulders and she gladly nestled into him, her
head resting on his shoulder.

"Mmm, this is so nice.  Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Extremely."

"Do you find my age an issue?"

"I suppose not.  I mean it's not like someone seeing us in public would
think you were my daughter."

"I'm glad you think so," she said as she pivoted a bit and took hold of his
head with her hand and pulled it down so that their lips met.

He was a bit surprised but not unpleasantly so.  Her lips were soft and
warm and wet.  They were also just a touch spicy from the meal.  He began
kissing back and this prompted her to put both arms around his neck and
really lean in.  It wasn't long before they began working their tongues
into it and the embrace became tighter, her firm tits pressed into his
chest, her one leg hooked up over his.  He then began to work his lips over
her neck and throat, as she whispered and groaned her pleasure.  When they
finally pulled apart she said,

"Oh, god, I was so hoping for this.  It's been so long."

Then she pulled him back and their passionate kissing continued for some
minutes.  He brought his hand down to roam over her bare leg as her skirt
rode most of the way up her thigh.  Her caramel colored skin was warm and
smooth and the muscle beneath was trim and firm.  She began to mumble
something in Spanish, of which he didn't understand but the general feeling
was perfectly clear.  One hand came down off his neck and began to run over
the front of his torso, finally finding the buttons which were skillfully
undone one at a time.

His hands were doing nicely on their own.  The one on her back was moving
up and down in slow sweeps while the other slipped up under the back of her
skirt and found a pair of trim cheeks completely uncovered by the thong she
wore.  Rose swung her leg completely over his lap and she wound up
straddling him face to face, her ass grinding on his legs as her tits
pressed into his chest.  As if a dam had broken, whatever pent up sexual
energy Rose had been dealing with came pouring out.  She had Franklin's
shirt open and off and was pulling up on his t-shirt.  He in turn was
working a bare ass cheek with one hand and the other was running over her
firm tits through the fabric of her blouse and bra.

"Oh, si, papi," she was mumbling as she tugged his t-shirt over his head,
revealing a thin covering of white hair on his firm if not actually
muscular chest.

She dipped her head down to begin licking his nipples as her lower body
writhed.  As her hips ground into his, something was trying to register
with him but Franklin was a bit distracted as this sultry beauty applied
tongue, lips and teeth to his nips.  After a while she worked her way back
up his chest, kissing his throat and then back to his lips.  With her in a
more upright posture he returned the favor and undid the buttons to her
silk blouse and had it off in a moment.

Felt through the flimsy bra, Franklin thought that some augmentation had
been done, but who really cared.  From her reaction to his playing with the
hard nipples through the thin material, it was obvious she was enjoying his
efforts.  As his hand worked around her ass, he slipped it down to begin to
probe under the front of the thong.  When his fingertips encountered a pair
of smallish, but firm, balls he felt the girl's body stiffen.

In quick succession, his mind processed the information.  He was in the
early stages of one of the hottest sexual encounters of his life.  The girl
was young, drop dead gorgeous and hotter than any Colombian dish he could
imagine.  He had played with cocks before, but always on a guy, so that was
no big deal.  Having processed the data, his mind sent the appropriate
signals to his body which proceeded to pull Rose tighter against him, his
tongue probed deeper into her mouth and his hands began to work her tits
and balls that much more earnestly.

Rose, realizing that Franklin was now aware of her sexuality and was more
than accepting, threw off all the stops and melted into him.  It took some
doing but eventually all the clothes came off without an interruption in
body contact to include lips, tongue, hands and crotches.  Franklin was
enjoying the feel of her hard nipples on his chest and that of her hard
cock against his.  After some more grinding, Rose broke off the kiss and
began working her way down his chest and stomach, licking and kissing as
she went.

Then she was kneeling at his feet, pushing his legs apart, her well
manicured finger nails running up and down his thighs.  His cock was
rigidly pointing up from just above his ample ball sack.  It looked to be
around seven inches and maybe five to five and half inches around.  The
head was slightly bulbous, flaring just a bit beyond the shaft.  The tip
was shining with precum.  She let one hand stroke the warm firm shaft while
the other cupped his balls.

"Oh, papi," she muttered as she played with his package.

Finally she leaned in and began to put her beautifully painted lips to
work, as well a very wet, pink tongue.  Franklin was in heaven.  It had
been some time since he last had a wet willing mouth work his cock.  She
began to slide her lips over the head and begin to work down the shaft. It
was a long slow journey that included a lot of tongue.  She didn't stop
until her nose was resting lightly on his lower belly and his entire hard
dick was engulfed.

He in turn laid his hands gently on her head, feeling the soft thick black
hair beneath his fingers.  Then she began the slow ascent back up the shaft
until her lips were locked just below the head.  Despite her obvious lust
displayed as they were making out, her oral technique was much less
frenzied, as if she was savoring a fine wine.  After the first few minutes
her hands began to roam, caressing his thighs, abdomen and chest.  Franklin
knew that if this kept up he wouldn't last very long, so reluctantly he
took hold of her bare smooth shoulders and pulled her up and off his cock.

When she gave him a questioning look, he just smiled and kept her moving
until she was lying on her back on the couch, her head resting on the arm.
He now had his first clear view of her fully naked body.  It was slim and
firm, with smooth clear caramel colored skin.  Her tits were of moderate
size, well sculpted with no clear sign of where the implants had gone in.
The dark brown nipples were thick and very hard.  Her cock was hard and
resting against her stomach.  It was maybe four and a half to five inches
long and perhaps the same around.  Her balls weren't that large and hung
just below the shaft.

He smiled at her again and reached out to slowly stroke it.  Her answering
smile was lazy and her eyes were half lidded.  He stroked until he saw a
clear drop of precum ooze from the tip and then he leaned in to lick it
off.  It had a tangy, spicy taste, appropriate to the girl producing it.
Then he let his lips envelope the head and begin a faster descent until he
had the whole cock in his mouth, applying suction and lavishing the head
with a lot of tongue.

He felt her hands take hold of his head and she started to fuck his mouth
with steady hip movement.  Franklin was generating a lot of saliva and it
was leaking down onto her balls.  He pushed her legs back, one up over the
back of the couch and the other with the foot on the floor.  He coated his
finger with some of the run off and began to apply it to the tight ring of
her asshole.  Rose began to squirm and moan and her hip movement subtly
changed as if she was trying to force her ass down onto his finger.

He saved her the effort by pushing his index finger in up to the second
knuckle.  Rose responded with a low, hissing string of Spanish that he
didn't recognize but the tone of which told him he was pushing the right
buttons.  He took his time, enjoying the feel and taste of her cock as well
as her reactions to his thorough sucking and finger fucking which had
progressed to two fingers all the way in.  Finally she broke into English
and pleaded,

"Oh, papi, please, let me feel you inside me.  Fuck me with your wonderful
cock."

He was more than willing to comply but first things first.  He slid his
mouth of her cock and his fingers from her ass.  He then attacked her
loosened ring with his tongue, again getting everything his tongue touched
soaked with spit.  The he knelt between her spread legs and dribbled spit
onto his palm and spread it on his head and shaft.

Now that he was ready, he came forward and with one hand on his cock, began
rubbing the head on her slippery ass hole and seeing her nod, he began to
push in.  There wasn't too much resistance and soon enough the head
disappeared from sight and Rose was moaning softly.  The leg that was
across the back of the couch came down to hook around his lower back as he
pushed more of his thick cock into her ass.  Rose gripped his upper arms
and pushed down with her hips to hurry the process along.

Once he had his cock all the way in, Franklin began a slow and steady
fucking, his balls lightly slapping her ass on each down stroke.  Rose
brought her other leg up and now had Franklin wrapped tightly with them
around his lower back and her arms around his shoulders.  Using all four
she drew him down until he was lying on top of her, her tits pressed
against his chest, her lips grinding on his and his cock steadily sawing in
and out of her ass.  As the sensations in his cock and balls grew his pace
quickened and the slapping of his balls against her ass began louder and
more insistent.  The moaning into his mouth as they kissed returned to the
stream of Spanish as she dropped her head back and rolled it from side to
side as they fucked.

Finally, Franklin couldn't hold back any longer and he muttered,

"Gonna cum."

Rose tightened all four limbs and said,

"In me, papi, in me.  Cum in my ass."

That was all it took.  Franklin grunted once as he gave one last push and
with his cock buried balls deep in her ass he began to shoot.  He had
always been a pretty prodigious cummer, even from when he first started to
masturbate as a boy.  And while age may have taken a bit of a toll on him
overall, he was still able to pump out a significant volume, especially
since he hadn't shot a load in several days.  As he fired multiple streams
up her ass, Rose squealed into his neck at the sensations, which in turn
caused her to fire off her lesser load up between the two of them.

When he was finally done, and the tension drained from his body, Rose
refused to relinquish her hold on him but he did manage to settle down
slightly to one side so he was resting more of his weight on the couch
itself.  Rose had returned to kissing him as she held him tightly and her
ass continued to grip and milk his spent dick.  Finally she said,

"Oh, papi, that was magnifico.  It has been so long since a man made me
feel like you did.  You have made love to a girl like me before?"

"No, Rose, you're the first, but I'm no stranger to having fun with another
cock or having mine in someone's tight, hot ass."

"Ooo, tell me more," she cooed.

"Hmm, maybe we should shift around and get more comfortable."

"Alright, Papi," she murmured and with some maneuvering to include the
sliding of his deflated cock from her cum filled ass.

Now she was leaning into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her
arms and legs wrapping around him.

"So, tell me about how you become such a fantastic lover," she purred in
his ear.

The tale that unfolded was an interesting one.  For whatever reason he
always seemed to have an interest in people, wondering why the did the
things they did, or thought what they thought.  His circle of friends was
rather wide ranging and diverse, without any one focal point, no best
friend.  Just a number of good ones.  As was often the case, his first
experience with sex was solo.

When he first started getting erections he found that he like experimenting
with different ways to reach orgasm, to extend the experience or intensify
the result.  His first experience with someone else was with a girl from
the neighborhood who came from a rather open minded family and one day she
suggested they try some 'show me yours, I'll show you mine'.  When he
brought his dick out it was already hard and the girl was quite fascinated.
They were in a little wooded lot behind his house and after getting fully
naked they each took the other in hand, so to speak, and managed to bring
each other to orgasm using just their hands and spoken encouragement.  She
found his copious cum shots to be of particular fascination.

While they never had actual intercourse, they enjoyed many sessions of
mutual masturbation until they both went off to college.  When Rose
prompted him about his first time with another guy, the story got even more
intriguing.  It seemed that Franklin was the only child of two rather
indifferent parents.  They certainly weren't cruel, but they were seldom
kind and didn't take all that much interest in him.  The adult that
provided him with any sense of belonging was his uncle, his mother's
brother.

The man was a confirmed bachelor and globe trotter, although not a rich
one.  His job required he travel the world but he never forget about his
nephew and there was hardly a week that went by that a letter, often
accompanied be some bit of local manufacture, didn't arrive.  Sometimes it
could be as mundane as a windup plastic toy from a Tokyo shop or as exotic
as a hand carved figurine obtained from the actual carver from some village
in Africa.

By the time he was in high school, Franklin had amassed a significant
collection of esoteric and eclectic bric-a-brac from around the globe.  One
summer, however, when he was fifteen, his uncle appeared on the door step.
This wasn't entirely a surprise as he managed to visit once, often twice a
year.  This time, however, there was an old but serviceable camper parked
at the curb and he was offering to take the boy on a trip across the
country, as he was taking a long vacation and thought Franklin would like a
change of scenery.

As soon as he heard the offer, the boy accepted eagerly and the parents
agreed almost as an afterthought.  After some frantic packing and a raid on
his cash hoard, the boy and his uncle were on the road in a matter of
hours.  They were gone for nearly a month and it was a very educational
trip.  The part that pertained to Rose's original question occurred after
the fourth day on the road.  Instead of staying overnight at an established
camp ground, they pulled into a state park that only provided for
'boondock' camping, that is, no water, sewer or electrical hookup.

That night turned out to be a clear one, but warm, so instead of being
inside the camper, they rigged some mosquito netting from the awning frame,
sleeping under the stars.  Their sleeping bags were used more for
mattresses, with just light sheets over them.  What created the situation
that followed was the fact that Franklin's playmate had left for summer
vacation over a week ago and he was feeling the effects.  He thought he was
being quiet about the stroking he was giving his hard cock under the sheet
but apparently his uncle had good ears.

"You okay, Frankie?" his uncle asked, using the name he always called him.

"Um, yeah, sure, why?" the boy asked.

"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're either doing a lot of scratching under
that sheet, or rubbing something, a lot."

"Oh, well, you know, insect bites," the boy replied evasively.

"Frankie, there's no need for that.  We all need to do it now and again.
See?"

His uncle pushed his sheet down and by the full moon he could see his
uncle's shorts down around his ankles and a nice fat cock laying on his
lower belly.  The man took hold of his dick and began to stroke it.  Taking
his cue Franklin did the same, pushing the sheet away and taking hold of
his own respectable cock.

"See, nothing to be ashamed of.  That's a nice one you have there."

"Thanks.  You too."

"Thanks, kid.  Yup, this fella has seen a lot of action all over the world,
but a little hand action is always welcome."

"I know what you mean," Franklin said, "but I like it when it's someone
else's hand."

"Easy enough," his uncle said and without hesitation he reached over and
started stroking his nephew's hard dick.

Rose was pressing tighter against him as he told her how he soon reached
over and took hold of his first ever cock, someone else's anyway, and they
stroked each other until they both came.  They wiped the cum off themselves
by hand and wiped it on the grass, christening the country side, his uncle
called it.  Then they went to sleep.  There was no mention made at
breakfast, but each night, either outside or in the camper, they lay side
by side, naked, and stroked each other off and then went to sleep.

"When was the first time you ever used that beautiful cock on some fellows
ass, papi?"

"Funny you should ask, my dear," he said.

Apparently, about a week after the first night with his uncle they were
parked at a national site that was kind of remote.  That afternoon a park
ranger drove up and began to speak with his uncle.  Apparently, when they
saw someone in those areas they dropped in to see how well prepared they
were to camp, what kind of supplies they had, and feel them out on their
camping expertise.  After a few minutes the two men went inside the camper
so the ranger could inspect it for safety and so forth.

After what seemed a long time, Franklin got curious and slowly opened the
door and peeked in.  He caught an eyeful.  Both men had taken off their
shirts and their pants were down to their ankles.  His uncle was standing
up and the ranger was on his knees, sucking the other man's cock and
stroking his own, his bare ass pointing towards Franklin.  His uncle saw
him looking in so he waved to him to approach the pair.

The boy walked up to stand by his uncle and the ranger took a hand and
began to rub the boys bulging shorts.  Franklin's uncle nodded
encouragement so he pulled his shirt off and undid his shorts and let them
drop, then he pushed down his underway, letting his hard dick pop out.  The
ranger began stroking him as his uncle gently rubbed his ass.  The boy was
enjoying it immensely.  Then his eyes popped as the ranger switched to
sucking his dick and he thought he had died and gone to heaven.  After a
time, the ranger pulled off and looked up at Franklin and said,

"Ever fuck someone's ass, kid?"

When he shook his head, the man insisted he try his on for size.
Franklin's dick was dripping with saliva so with some instruction from his
uncle he got into position behind the man, having first kicked off his own
pants and then pulling off the ranger's and then he pushed his
inexperienced but oh so willing dick up the man's ass.

"Oh, papi, you must have really enjoyed that," Rose offered.

"I didn't think anything could be better, and I pounded his ass for ten
minutes before I shot a full load up his ass.  My uncle filled the guys
mouth and he shot his load onto the camper floor.  It was fantastic.  He
left shortly after but then came by after he was done for the day and
stayed the night.  We had three way sex all over that camper and outside as
well.  We didn't go to sleep until early morning and we wound up leaving
later than we planned but it was fantastic.  What a trip.  We had a few
more adventures like that in different places."

"Well, I owe your uncle a lot then, if he was the one that helped you learn
how to use this cock," Rose said as she took hold of his semi-rigid dick
and began to play with it.  "Do you still have sex with men?"

"For the past twenty years or so, whenever I go on vacation, that's twice a
year, I make sure I have some fun that way.  Before that it was very
sporadic," he replied.

"Where you ever married, papi?"

"Yes, for about three years, when I was in my early thirties.  It was one
of the few times my, oh, I guessed you say, inclusive nature, got the
better of me.  I thought the woman was intriguing.  In reality she was just
plain weird.  Not long after our third anniversary, she just up and left
and I never heard from her again.  I heard later she went off on some
journey of discovery to little know places around the world, and just sort
of dropped out of sight.  For all I know, she got eaten by a crocodile or
something.  The divorce was based on abandonment."

"I'm sorry for that, papi, but it turned out to be lucky for me," Rose said
as she began kissing him again.

Franklin had decided he had done enough talking and returned her kisses
eagerly.  They wound up face to face wrapped in each others arms, legs
entwined.  He couldn't remember anyone ever feeling so good in his arms.
Perhaps the combination of hard nippled tits against his chest and a nicely
hard cock rubbing against his appealed to his nature.  His thoughts were
interrupted when she purred in his ear,

"Papi, lets go to my bedroom.  My bed is so much more comfortable."

"I like that idea."

With that they untangled themselves and helped each other off the couch and
walked naked hand in hand into her bedroom.  She pulled back the comforter
and blankets and they climbed onto the sheets. With some gentle prodding
she got him in position so that they could suck each other.  His cock
slipped into her mouth and hers into his.  They took each other slowly and
deeply, with much caressing of legs, asses and lower backs.  Franklin would
occasionally let his hand move to her tits and play with the big hard
nipples.  By unspoken agreement they continued like that until each one
shot a load of cum into the others mouth.  He didn't often swallow his
partner of the moment's load, but this time there was no question.  She had
a bigger challenge as he dumped another good load into her mouth and throat
but she managed it.  They spent some time licking and cleaning each other
off.  Then they shifted around so they were once more lying together, his
head on a pillow, her's on his chest.

As they snuggled there, she asked quietly,

"Papi, do you have to go back to your apartment tonight?"

"No, I don't," he replied.

"Good, I'd like for you to stay with me.  We can sleep and when we wake up
I want to ride your wonderful cock again."

As he dragged the blanket up over them he said,

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do, mi corazon."

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