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The Guilt Will Kill You

Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

dozed in his arms until a clap of thunder woke her up. “You're hard again,” she said. “I'm holding a beautiful naked girl. What did you expect?” “Didn't give it much thought, really, but I do have an idea.” She climbed on top of him and rubbed his swollen manhood over her entrance. “Be gentle. It's been some time since ....” She aimed him and lowered herself, sinking slowly until she was fully impaled. They made long, tender love, kissing, whispering sweet things as she rode him. He was able to hold off this time until she upped the pace, whipping her long hair as she bucked on top of him. She screamed her pleasure as he filled her. In the morning the sun shone brightly through the trees. “We shouldn't have done that,” Wolfie said. “Why not?” “It could make things awkward.” “Nonsense. I'm okay with it.” “Really?” “Yes, silly. This is something separate from our music. It doesn't have to be a big deal. Now kiss me. I should get dressed and see if the trail is okay.” *** “Granny, I started writing a new song when I got home this morning.” “Home from where?” “Wolfie's.” “That's like eight Saturdays in a row, isn't it? This is a regular thing with you two. I'm starting to think you want a man more than you want me.” “Stop it. You know I enjoy what we do together. It's just that Wolfie's nice, and he's got this awesome studio. He's this big scary beast of a man, but he's sad.” “Sad about what?” “You remember his bass player died, and then the band broke up?” “Motorcycle wreck, ... yes,” Granny said. “They had a party after a gig. Some of them were drunk. The bass player was. Wolfie knew it, but let him ride anyway. The girl on the back was the guy's sister. Wolfie was in love with her. He bought the drinks that night. He saw the crash.” “Oh, wow, that totally blows.” “I know. He blames himself. So I started this song.” Red picked up her guitar. The short intro was soft minor chords. Then she began to sing. “You had your plans, You loved your girl, And things were goin' fine. You played your show, Celebrated, Watched her drink that wine. It was time to go, You had second thoughts, 'Chill out, dude! We're fine!' So they saddled up, You watched them bleed, Said ‘bye for the last time. You know the guilt will kill you, Give it strength and give it time, Yeah, the guilt – it will kill you, Just like booze and asphalt grime.” Granny said, “Did he ask you to write that?” “No. It's just a first verse and chorus. Something I'm playing with.” “It’s really good, babe. Are you going to write more?” “Will you help?” The girls spent the rest of the day on the song, writing two more verses. They did everything in two part harmony with drums and guitar. “We're going to play this for him,” Pietra said. “We? How?” “We'll record it.” *** “Brought you something,” Pietra said the following Saturday. “Oh?” She pulled a CD case from her hoodie. “What's this?” Wolfie asked. “I wrote a little song. Well, Granny and me. Play it.” When the recording ended, he asked, “Why did you do ...