1. Jason's Journey


    Date: 5/21/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Incest, Interracial, Author: Schaka, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    her welled in her. I am more than just a farmhand! May walked the few steps to the back of the bus. She kept looking over her shoulder at the passengers on the lower level. She was not sure why she accepted a drink with from this stranger. Maybe it was an act of defiance at an uncaring husband. May slid into the middle seat, her legs extended in the aisle. To her right were two empty seats. To her left, Jason offered her the Coke bottle laced with Wild Turkey. "I…I…I just want you to know I am married and don't normally do this kind of thing." May took a tentative sip of the spiked Coke. She sputtered as the heat of the liquor burned her throat. She felt the alcohol suffuse her body, warming her. Jason watched as May took another sip. He noticed how her breasts rose as she raised the bottle to her mouth and leaned her head back to take a drink. Lawd, he thought, her jugs were as big as my Mama and my aunt. "Ma'am, all we are doing is having a drink together!" Ma’am! The word aged her. It reminded her she was past middle age. Most of her life was behind her. It also reminded her of the obvious age difference between her and her newfound drinking partner. She carefully observed him as he took a big swig from the bottle. He could not be more than 20 years old! He was younger than her youngest! He was extremely dark with startling slate grey eyes. His shaved head was enormous, sitting like a block of obsidian on an almost non-existent neck. His broad shoulders nearly filled the ...
    space between the back wall of the bus and the seat. Her eyes trailed down over his broad muscular chest. His waist was almost waspish but flared to large thighs and legs. She felt a tingle that was partly the alcohol and partly the large bulge in his pant leg. That could not possibly be his cock, she thought. "My name is May," she said feeling self-conscious about drinking with this young man Jason watched as May turned toward him. Her left leg was bent at the knee resting on the seat and the other in the aisle. Her dress rode up exposing her leg to the lower thigh. It was a well-shaped leg, lightly covered in a brownish hair. He accepted the proffered bottle. Time to up the ante, he thought. "I'm Jason," he said as he offered a toast and took a deep draught. He let his hand drop to her ankle. When she did not protest, he lightly squeezed it. His hand was hot on May's ankle. She felt the heat move up her leg and warm her nether regions. She was a little high. Normally all she drank was the hard cider she and Henry made. The 100 proof Wild Turkey and Coke was going to her head. May felt as if the world had shrunk to this little cocoon of him and her. It was as if they were the only people in the world. She stole a look at his dark open face. His eyes were calm open pools of grey. He looks at me as though I were center of his world. When I speak, he listens, really listens. Henry never listened. It was a pleasant feeling. This strange young man made her feel safe and needed. ...
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