1. Happy New Year, 1976


    Date: 5/4/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: billybroadband, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    fetish she had about fucking. She was a pretty uninhibited girl when it came to love-making but she didn’t really like to do it in bed all that much. She said it was too confining. She preferred to do it outdoors. Our first time had been at one of the limestone quarries that dot the landscape in that part of Indiana. She had two huge quilts that she carted around… one for ground cover and the other for whatever modesty demanded. Once I saw the effect it had on her, from an enthusiasm standpoint, I certainly didn’t mind, even though I am quite shy by nature. Over the months we had scouted out various locations for our trysts. She had a girlfriend who had gotten a job as a janitor at the student union and we would borrow her key to the roof and fuck like monkeys up there. We could hear the chatter of students right below us. As we became more familiar with each other as lovers, Jill became more and more vocal in her fucking. I’m sure we made more than one head turn skyward when we were going at it up on that roof. The library downtown became one of her favorite spots. A grand limestone building, it was surrounded on two sides by majestic old spruce trees. The north side of the property wasn’t lit very well at night, and three spruces were grouped together there. The one in the middle had a wide canopy of branches at its base. A few of the lowest branches had been sawn off and dopers would sometimes gather in the natural cavern the branches formed. It sometimes looked like the ...
    tree was on fire with the clouds of smoke coming out of the branches. On a warm September night, Jill had dragged me in there after work and rolled my bones on her quilts. I loved the smell of spruce needles after that. My Studebaker chugged slowly through the streets of deepening snow to the library. The wind had picked up and the snow was still heavy, so visibility wasn’t the greatest. There was nobody else on the roads. Jill unscrewed the thermos and took a tentative swig before smiling her approval to me. She offered the thermos to me and I took a nice pull on it. The bourbon and kahlua mixed well, and it had a nice kick to it. I manoeuvred my old truck into the library parking lot, which was deserted. Jill broke into a nervous giggle as she reached into the back seat and gathered up her two quilts, our bedding. As we plodded through the snow to the three spruces I noted that the snow had accumulated heavily on the branches, weighing them down. The middle tree was way taller than the other two and its top was swaying in the wind. I had to knock some snow off the lower branches just to reveal the small cavern at the base of the tree. I held back a branch for Jill to sidle in and she laughed when she got inside. “Oh, Billy, look!” she squealed. “It’s perfect!” I followed her in and I was glad to see that the branches had held out much of the snow. The ground beneath the tree was white, but not as deep as I had feared. Jill spread out one of the quilts so that the top edge of ...
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