Just Like Old Times

Just Like Old Times Just Like Old Times

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Grace Ann is living happily with her boyfriend until a past lover, the best she'd ever had, shows up on her doorstep.

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Grace Ann is living happily with her boyfriend until a past lover, the best she'd ever had, shows up on her doorstep.

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Submitted: May 06, 2013

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Grace Ann climbed out of bed as she heard the day unfold, the morning birds begin to sing their songs. Her current lover, Justin, was still naked on the bed, fast asleep and restoring his energy from the erotic sexual acts they had partaken in just a few hours ago. Grace threw a oversized tee shirt on, lumbered downstairs, and found herself making her usual breakfast of pineapple and bacon. As she sat down to read the morning post, she heard a knock on the door. She wandered over and precariously opened the door, wondering who could have been bothering at such a rude hour in the morning. She opened the door and couldn't believe her eyes. Grace was immediatly filled with a surge of happiness, fear, and anger all at once.

"You!" she practically screamed, "Why would you come here? My boyfriend is upstairs, if he, if he ever found out about any of this he would, ohhh..." Grace nervously shifted her eyes but then finally settled them on her guest. 

"What do you want then?" she sneered.

The man standing in the doorway was a skinny, blue eyed, geeky looking middle aged guy, wearing a shirt that stated his name, in big, bold, capitalized letters, as "HARRIS". He ignored Grace's squirvness and casually invited himself into the house, and began brewing coffee. 

"Well nice to see you too, then. It's been a while." Harris began to pour his coffee.

"You have no right to be here! My boyfriend will kill you if he ever found out!" As Grace's anger rose, her strong Irish accent became more and more prominent. 

Harris gave Grace that smile he knew she always dropped head over heels for. He had been the best she'd ever had, in her opinion. His eight and a half inch member could reach into all of her nerve pockets that she never knew she had with any other man. She had to admit she had grown obsessed with his massive cock, and therefore risked her perfect relationship with Justin to cheat on him with Harris. Even right now, after not seeing and feeling his pleasure giving organ for over two years, she could barely contain herself. 

"You know how long it's been?" he asked her. "Exactly two years to this date. What happened? Fell too much for Justin and felt guilty being penetrated every other day by me?" 

Grace didn't speak "I know you want it again. Know you want that feel, my massive pride." He moved over to her and brushed her cheek. Grace blushed and turned away, as Harris touched his bulge to her thigh. 

Grace felt her heart race. She was worried. Worried about Justin waking up, worried about Harris giving her the greatest sex she'd ever had, and worried that she would again love it. Just as she had the last times they had done it. 

Before she could worry more, Harris looked her square into the eye, ripped off her shirt with his strong arms, only skinny and weak in appearance, and began touching her C cub breasts, just the way she liked it.

He knew everything that made Grace squirm with orgasmic pleasure, and as they made their way to the guest bedroom, Grace was too consumed by ecstasy that she had completely forgotten about Justin and that he was only a floor above.

Harris laid Grace on the bed and began to touch every part of her almost naked body, kissing roughly, and not worrying about the gentleness of his moves. Grace was turned on by his sexual dominance and started to feel herself begin to get moist. He made his way to her underwear and slowly took them off, revealing a flower of a pussy, clean shaved and skin flawless. He separated the lips with his fingers and felt around as he started kissing his way down her body. He came to her beautiful flower, and still with his fingers separating the lips, began to lick her damp clitoris, teasing it, and then working his tongue around the split. She was squirming, trying to contain her pure pleasure, but she let out small screams of her delight every now and then.

When Harris had gotten Grace all nice and wet, he took off his pants and underwear, revealing that eight inch dick that Grace adored. He brought himself back up to kiss her as he inserted his pride into her flower. She moaned as he thrusted, and told him to go harder. He went deeper, and allowed his entire eight inch member to go fully into her tight vagina. She was almost screaming as his sweat started to pick up. She grabbed his necklace, the one he never took off since he was in grade school, and stopped it's swinging on his neck. Just like old times. 

She could feel him getting into all of her nerve abundant pockets. He knew exactly where to direct his member to, to maximize her pleasure. Grace began to moan as she felt herself about to climax. Harris sped up, and as her liquid lady fluids spit out, he released his man juices. He stayed in her for a few moments after, letting his raging hard steed settle down before removing it. Grace wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he removed himself from her.

He bent down to kiss her, a slow passionate kiss, and whispered in her ear, "Just like old times, friend." They looked in each other's eyes, smiling, for many moments following, when suddenly the door bust open and Justin stood in the doorway, holding her shirt which she left in the kitchen in his right hand

Grace looked at Harris, and whispered back, "Not like old times. Not this time." As they fled from the enraged boyfriend that had erupted.


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