1. Marcy's Playground 12 by loyalsock


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    should leave. Barry tilted his head back, and a small moan escaped him. My mouth opened too. Very quietly I left. I was breathing heavily. I plastered myself against the wall. I was glad I left when I did. I put my hand on my chest. My heart was beating rapidly. I guess the voyeur thing? For me, not so much. But, fuck, they were hot. I don't know what I expected happened in here, but it wasn't that. I guess in the back of my mind, I thought it was wild orgies of swingers having total crazy debauchery, hang-off-the-walls, swapping, kinky, unspeakable, dirty, wild sex. That's definitely not what that was. This was hotter. &#034Marcy?&#034 Oh shit. Mrs. J. &#034What are you doing down here?&#034 &#034Ah...I was curious what goes on down here.&#034 &#034Well, that varies according to the day. I guess you have a better idea now.&#034 &#034Yeah,&#034 I said. &#034It was kind of helpful actually.&#034 We stared at each other for a second. I gathered my courage. &#034Can I ask you something? When we were in your kitchen, why did you say it wasn't a sex club?&#034 &#034Because it's a love club,&#034 Mrs. J. said. * &#034Ow, you're on my hair.&#034 Jean-Luc moved a little bit, and I pulled my hair out from his part of the pillow and it immediately stuck to my bare chest. &#034Sex is sticky,&#034 I said. His grin was huge. &#034If you do it right.&#034 I thought back to something he said a few days ago. &#034You said there were six major sex positions.&#034 &#034And infinite ...
    variations there of,&#034 he said. &#034What are they?&#034 &#034I think I'll show you, rather than tell you.&#034 &#034Now?&#034 &#034No, not now. We just did the boom-chick-a-wow-wow. Give a guy a rest, will ya?&#034 I smiled. &#034Oh, yeah, you're an old man, I forgot. I have to take it easy on you.&#034 He slapped my thigh. &#034I will tell you we've done man on top, and man behind, that's two.&#034 Well, if that didn't get me thinking. * We dozed, and when I woke the Sunday afternoon light was filtering in through his bedroom window. &#034I need a shower,&#034 I mumbled. &#034Help yourself, I'm going to sl**p a few minutes more.&#034 The cold shower was wonderful. While I was soaping up I started thinking about the program at Emory again. I had to tell Jean-Luc about it. I fine sheen of sweat beaded up on my forehead and I turned to face the spray to let the cold water wash it off. I toweled dry and used the white terry cloth robe that was on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. The robe was so long on me, it looked like I was wearing a royal cloak with a long train. &#034Hey baby,&#034 Jean-Luc said when I came out. &#034Hey.&#034 &#034What's up?&#034 he asked when he saw my expression. &#034Ah, um, ah,&#034 I said. &#034What?&#034 He came over to me and put his arms on my shoulders. &#034It's just, I um, I'm supposed to leave to go to Emory for college in two weeks and if you want, I won't go. I can apply to go to the tech instead.&#034 &#034No,&#034 he said firmly. I was ...
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