"The Guitar Lesson"

I hated working in these “gated” communities, but lately times had been 
harder with lesson requests coming less frequently. My band was working a 
regular gig at a club in Fort Lauderdale, but the revenue from this wasn’t 
much of a living by the time the money was split three ways. I knew that if 
things didn’t start improving soon financially, I would have to get a 
regular day job. This thought made me cringe, so I left no request for 
lessons unanswered, as frustrating as they could be.
I had been at home, practicing a new jazz tune that we had been trying to 
fit into our set when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver half 
expecting it to be one of those obnoxious phone solicitors.
“Hello?” I said.
“Is this Patrick Stephens?” a female voice inquired.
“Yes, it is.”
“Good! My name is Renee Tompkins, and I am interested in taking guitar 
lessons.”
“Really. Why is that?” I said.
She paused for a moment, temporarily taken aback.
“Well, to learn how to play like Melissa Etheridge!”
She followed this response with a trite, girlish laughter that immediately 
piqued my interest. She sounded sexy. I had always loved the sound of a 
female voice, and hers had an almost musical quality. We talked for a while, 
agreed on a price, and set up a time for the first lesson.
Coming in, I got mildly irritated at the security guard posted at the entry 
gate. As I approached the guard shack, he had inspected my old station 
wagon, a look of mild, head shaking disgust on his face.
“Where you headed, son?” he said in a southern drawl.
“The Tompkins residence, Sir.”
“Sam and Renee? What business you have there?”
I immediately felt my anger rise at this unexpected inquisition.
“What the hell business is it of yours?”
But, thinking better, I replied in the most congenial tone I could muster.
“I’m giving a guitar lesson there today.”
He then looked at my loose fitting, slightly discolored T-shirt, my faded 
jeans, the array of guitar cases and sheet music haphazardly thrown into the 
backseat, and suspiciously returned his squinting gaze to my eyes. He looked 
at me sternly, raising his hand to his cocked, green hat, and had pushed it 
back a little, revealing the line of sweat on his forehead. I noticed large 
rings of sweat under his arms showing through his white shirt. He was an 
older man, probably retired military, and had no patience for the likes of 
me, especially on this very hot, South Florida summer day. I was just an 
annoyance in his life, and I obviously deserved a little harder scrutiny 
than the average visitor to this “privileged” development.
I was lost in these thoughts as the guard came back out of the shack. He 
gave me a disinterested look.
“Ok. She’s expecting you. Third left, then the fourth house on the right. 
Watch your speed.”
“Yeah, right. Thanks.”
I rolled my window up, and as soon as it was closed, I muttered “Asshole.”
The pivoting rail opened, and I guided my beat station wagon into the 
development.
I stood on the edge of the paved street, my old, worn guitar case in one 
hand, and my lesson folder in the other. I looked up at the well-kept, 
single story, sprawling house with my usual cynical admiration.
“Yep, she’s got money.”
The house was painted a light peach color, and had the white tile roof that 
was so common to these South Florida homes. The lawn was immaculate, as if 
someone had spent hours trimming it. I made my way up the concrete walkway 
to the front door. My eyes scanned the area around the door in search of the 
bell button. There it was, almost hidden behind a potted palm tree. I set my 
case down, and pushed the button. I heard the almost inaudible ring from 
somewhere inside of the house. The scent of a jasmine plant caught my 
nostrils as I waited, and I drew my breath in, enjoying its sweet aroma. I 
closed my eyes, and transported myself to a tropical island with the sound 
of a steel drum playing quietly in the background. Just as I was admiring 
the huge fronds of a palm tree swaying in a southern breeze, the metallic 
sound of someone releasing a deadbolt on the other side of the door snapped 
me back to reality.
The door swung open, and I found myself gazing into the soft, brown eyes of 
Renee Tompkins.
“Patrick? How are you? I’m Renee.”
I was at a loss for words. The first thing that hit me was her smile. She 
had one of those disarming ones that immediately seem to put me at ease, and 
I felt myself almost involuntarily returning it with my own. She looked 
hispanic, with a dark complexion and almost black, shoulder-length hair 
pulled back and tied into a girlish ponytail. I was immediately reminded of 
all of the high school crushes I had endured over girls that resembled her. 
She had retained a youthful, cheerleader radiance despite the fact that she 
was now at least in her mid- thirties. She wore blue jeans, a little on the 
tight side, and a loose fitting, white blouse that was tucked into them. She 
was not petite, but very well proportioned, and my eyes fell first to the 
gentle slope of her large breasts, and then to her narrow waist. I quickly 
caught myself, and brought them up to meet her gaze.
“Nice to meet you, Renee. Had a little trouble at the guard shack.”
“Yes, everyone says that! I guess it’s a good thing, though, security wise.”
“ Yes, I think so.” I lied.
“Royal pain in the ass is what it is.”
Her eyes looked into mine, and then dropped, perusing my casual dress, and 
finally resting on my battered guitar case.
“Come on in. We’ll work on the back porch.”
I picked up the case and followed her into the house. I always thought that 
it was interesting checking out people’s ‘stuff.’ You could tell a lot about 
a person by the way their dwelling was decorated. This one was strictly 
upper class fare with the contemporary furnishings of Florida’s wealthy; the 
matching living room furniture, the fake plants, a fireplace that was never 
used, the sliding glass doors covered by ornate, heavy curtains. I heard the 
sound of my boots clacking on the white marble tile as I followed her 
through the living room and into the kitchen.
“Mmmm, nice ass.”
I pushed these thoughts away and tried to stay in ‘professional’ mode, 
looking away from the soft curves of her rear end as she walked. She made 
her way around a large ‘island’ in the center of what appeared to me to be a 
commercial sized kitchen, to a set of sliding glass doors on the far side. 
She pulled it open, and stepped out onto what appeared to be a pool deck. I 
followed her through it, and immediately smelled the chlorine mixed with the 
heavy humidity. It was a ‘figure eight’ pool surrounded by a very large 
screened in enclosure. Outside of it was the back lawn of the house, which 
only consisted of about five feet of grass on each side and the back, which 
was in turn surrounded by a very high wooden fence.
“Geez! You’ve certainly got privacy here, Renee!” I exclaimed.
There was a large bar on the far side of it adorned with various nautical 
decorations. I immediately liked this room, and felt comfortable in the 
surroundings. Renee walked to a comfortable looking couch, sat at one end of 
it, and almost in the same motion reached down the side of it. I watched as 
she pulled a brand new looking hard shell case out from its place by the 
couch.
“My husband bought this for me about a month ago. I’m not even sure how to 
tune it.”
I walked to the couch as she laid the case down on its side and unsnapped 
the latches. She opened it, and I looked inside.
“Mmm. This is a nice guitar. A Yamaha. You’re husband is good to you.”
At this, she just looked up at me with a thoughtful, half smile on her face.
“Yes, I suppose he is, in his own way. He’s almost never here. He has one of 
those high stress sales jobs, you know, always traveling.”
I immediately detected a tone of sadness in her voice, and decided that this 
was probably not a good topic of discussion.
I sat down on the other end of the couch and opened my own case, pulling out 
the old Takamine guitar that had been my faithful companion through many 
years. I strummed it softly, checking the tuning. Renee held her guitar and 
looked on, trying to mimic my movements. She strummed it awkwardly, and it 
wasn’t very long before I realized that it was badly out of tune. I looked 
into her eyes, and we both broke into childish laughter.
“I guess I have a long way to go. “
“Geez,” I said, “this is your first lesson, for God’s sake!”
Something happened at that moment. You might say that a certain connection 
was made, or that we recognized a common understanding of each other, or 
whatever. All I knew was that I instantly felt comfortable with this woman. 
For the next two hours, I tried to show her the basics of tuning, strumming, 
and the finger positions of the four or five basic chords. I would play a 
part of a popular song, at the same time singing it softly, and she would 
look at me with those large brown eyes, mouthing the words along with me, 
too shy to sing aloud. She seemed to have a certain affinity for music, and 
picked things up quickly. I really enjoyed myself, and I found myself 
‘showing off’ to her all of the songs that I knew. In between songs she 
would talk about the artists that she admired and the concerts that she had 
been to. I found myself talking about my life in the music business, and the 
famous people that I had met. We laughed often; I was very pleased to find 
that she had a very sharp sense of humor. It wasn’t long before we were 
gazing into each other’s eyes like old friends. Eventually, I looked at my 
watch, and realized that my time had been up over an hour ago!
“Ok. I have to go now, Renee. Same time next week?”
“Oh yes!” She said in a cheerful voice.
“Don’t forget the tuning, and the three songs I showed you! I’ll have you 
‘in concert” somewhere before you know it!”
As she laughed and smiled, I came to the realization that I felt a bit 
flushed. I was aroused!
I gathered my things, and she escorted me out. On the way home I thought of 
her smile, her soft skin, her scent, and the soft, smooth curves of her 
body. I started to conjure a fantasy in my head. As I drove, I reached down 
and slowly caressed my stirring cock through my jeans as I thought of her 
warm body against mine.
That night, as I lie in bed, I found myself thinking of her again, and 
getting very aroused. I slowly stroked my hard cock, envisioning her soft, 
pliable lips pursed over the head of it. It wasn’t long before I felt the 
waves of a strong orgasm, and the familiar feeling of the warm fluid flowing 
down over my hand.
“God, she’s hot. But she’s also very married, and a valued customer, so 
hands off, dude!”
I chuckled to myself, and fell asleep.
The week went by fast, and I found myself looking forward to our next 
lesson. I even thought of it while my band was playing over the weekend. I 
had never had any problem getting women, and I ended up going home with a 
very pretty and petite blonde, Kim, that I knew from the club. She was nice, 
and I liked her, but I found myself comparing her slow responses to my 
cultural inferences and jokes to the sharp, witty ones that I knew that 
Renee would make. Later that night I slowly made love to Kim, gently 
caressing her smooth, tanned body, and tasting her musky womanhood. The 
strange part was that I kept seeing Renee’s smiling face in my mind! I felt 
like a teenager with a crush, and I couldn’t wait until the next lesson.
The time finally came, and I found myself driving down her street again 
toward the house. As I approached, I noticed a large, jet black and shiny 
SUV in the driveway. I parked my station wagon next to it, got out, and 
walked to the front door, guitar case in hand. I rang the doorbell, and soon 
heard the sound of the deadbolt. The door pulled open, and instead of seeing 
the smiling face of Renee, I found myself face to face with an older man in 
a business suit. My first impression was that he resembled an actor that I 
had seen in some show, but I couldn’t place the name. He appeared to be 
around sixty years of age, and bald-headed. He looked to be in fairly good 
physical condition, and he was what most women would consider attractive in 
a fatherly sort of way. At first he glared at me with suspicious eyes, but 
as he noticed my casual apparel and guitar case, softened his gaze, 
replacing it with an expression of mild disgust.
Without addressing me at all, he turned his head toward the kitchen and 
called out,
“Renee! Your guitar instructor is here!”
He gave me one quick glance and brusquely turned away, striding into the 
other room.
“Okay. This is one friendly son of a bitch.”
“Patrick! Come in, please!”
She was standing in the kitchen entryway, that wonderful smile on her face, 
her body wrapped in a flowery bathrobe. I felt my face flush as my eyes met 
hers.
“She’s so beautiful. How could she be married to this rude asshole?”
I smiled back, and she signaled me to follow her. I walked out to the pool 
deck and over to the couch. I couldn’t help admiring the curves of her body 
as she walked in front of me. She took her place on it, and I took mine on 
the other side. She placed her hands in her lap and looked at me.
“I see you’ve met Sam.”
“Yes. Is he in a bad mood or something?”
She looked down, breaking our gaze.
“No, he is just like that sometimes. He has to spend his whole day 
pretending to like everyone, so when he’s home, he doesn’t feel that he has 
to be polite.”
I just looked at her blankly.
“Okay. I guess I understand that.”
“I’m not asking you too. I don’t like it either. All I can do is apologize 
for him.”
“No, you don’t have to. I don’t mind.”
“Don’t worry, I deal with complete assholes all the time.”
I smiled at her. She seemed to loosen up, and returned it with a bright one 
of her own.
“Okay,” I said, “let’s get started!”
We got our guitars out, and began to tune them. She struggled with the small 
electronic tuner that I had given her the week before.
“Okay, Patrick, I’m good.”
“Great! Lets play “Leavin’ on a Jet Plane.”
“I’ll try. I practiced all week!”
I started the song, strumming softly.
Suddenly, the porch door opened.
“Renee! I’ve got to go! My plane leaves in an hour!”
She placed the guitar on the couch, and got up from the couch.
“I’ll be right back, Patrick.”
“No problem.”
I looked at Sam Tompkins.
“Have a nice trip!” I said cheerfully, using my best phony smile.
He looked at me blankly.
“Yeah, Thanks.”
He turned and followed his wife into the house.
After about ten minutes I heard the SUV start from around the side of the 
house. I heard it back down the driveway, and pull away sharply, the tires 
squealing a little at the rapid acceleration.
Renee returned, and I could almost swear that she seemed a little different 
for some reason.
“Relieved?”
She sat back down, and picked up her guitar. I thought it better to not 
mention the awkward exchange with her husband.
We began our lesson, and the warm rapport between us picked up right where 
it had left off the week before. It was uncanny to me, almost as if there 
were no other place on earth that I would rather be. In between my 
instructions we would talk about music, and our common interests. I found 
her personality enchanting; she was so clever, witty, and knowledgeable. I 
rarely met women like this in the club circuit, and I found myself 
challenging her intellect with my own, testing her with my wit, and trying 
to one up her, in a friendly way. I didn’t care about how much time had 
passed, or what I was doing that night, or next week, or next month. I was 
just enjoying this time with this very special lady.
After a while, we took a break. She stretched her arms over her head, and 
gave out a little moan. She gave me a pensive expression, and began to talk.
“Patrick, I just want to tell you that I think you are wonderful. I really 
mean it.”
“Well, thank ya there, little lady!” I said in a deep, comic voice. She 
giggled like a schoolgirl, which I thought was very sexy.
“I just want you to know that I do love my husband very much, even though he 
can be difficult.”
“Okay, I understand.”
“Why is she telling me this?”
“Patrick? Do you mind if I go for a swim?”
I just looked at her.
“Umm, no, not at all.”
I leaned back on the couch, my guitar still in my lap, my fingers gently 
plucking at the strings. She stood up, her back to me, and I saw her elbows 
move as she untied the waistband of her robe. She then opened it, and it 
fell to the floor at her feet.
My eyes took her body in. She had darkish skin, which contrasted sharply 
with an orange, thong style bikini. She had the delicately muscled thighs of 
a female athlete, the same thighs that had been the source of so many 
adolescent orgasms when I was young. She stretched her arms out, raising 
herself up on her toes, and I watched the sinewy muscles of her lower legs 
flex. My eyes moved to her ass cheeks, so plump and firm, and the yellow 
string of the bikini that disappeared between them. I felt it suddenly, the 
stirring of my cock inside my shorts.
“God, I don’t believe it. She’s so hot.”
I watched as she walked toward the pool. She approached the edge of it, 
gracefully extended on foot to the water, breaking its smooth surface with 
her toe, sending small, circling ripples in all directions. She turned to me 
and smiled.
“The water’s so warm, Patrick! Are you sure you don’t want to come in?”
I saw her bikini top for the first time. She had slightly larger than 
average sized breasts, and they were perfectly formed. The yellow cups of 
the garment suspended their ample weight clingingly, and the tips of her 
large nipples made two visible bumps in their surface. I became conscious of 
the fact that I was staring at them, and raised my eyes quickly to hers.
“Umm, I didn’t bring a suit, Renee’.”
She looked at me for a moment, not saying anything, but I would have sworn 
that there was a devilish little smile on her lips. After a moment, she 
shrugged her shoulders resignedly, and quickly dove into the water, making 
almost no splash. I watched her smooth body glide through the water, my eyes 
drinking in her sinewy curves. She came up for air at the deep end of the 
pool.
“Aww, your no fun! Little Patrick afraid to get wet?”
She followed this with a splash of water in my direction.
“Hey!! Not on the guitars!” I laughed.
I felt warm and flushed all over.
“Is she coming on to me?”
She made her way over to the ladder on my side of the pool, grabbing the 
rungs with her hands, and pulling herself up. She walked toward me, the 
water running in rivulets down her smooth, dark body.
“ Patrick, there is something that I want to ask you.”
I looked up at her, still plucking at the strings of my old guitar.
“Yes?” I asked, trying hard not to stare at her nipples, now visible through 
the thin, wet material of the bikini top.
“Do you find me attractive?”
I was sweating now.
“Yes,” I replied in a shaky voice.
“Very.”
She smiled down at me.
“Put the guitar down, Patrick.”
I obeyed, setting the instrument down into the case on the floor.
“Stand up, please, Patrick.”
I did, my face now inches from hers.
“You know, Patrick, I really looked forward to our lesson this week. I get 
so lonely here sometimes. My husband is gone so often.”
As she said this, her eyes dropped again. She continued talking.
“He loves me, I know he does, but sometimes he is so cold and distant. He 
shuts me out.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just shook my head sympathetically.
“He’s not like you, Patrick. You’re so warm and open. I feel like I can tell 
you anything. I love our time together.”
I looked into her eyes. I saw the loneliness, and immediately I understood. 
It now became apparent to me what she wanted.
I slowly bent my head, and pressed my lips to hers. She pushed against me 
lightly. I became so flushed; I felt all of the blood in my body rushing to 
my face at once. I placed my hands on the smooth skin of her arms and gently 
stroked up and down, softly caressing her. The kiss lingered, and, for a 
moment, all time stopped. All I could feel was the bliss of this wonderful 
new connection.
I felt her hands on my chest, softly running them in circles over it. She 
then lowered them, sliding them up under the shirt over my bare chest. My 
skin erupted in gooseflesh at her gentle touch, and a wonderful shiver shot 
through my body. I clutched her arms, pulling her closer to me, my lips 
against hers, tasting her, experiencing this exciting woman. I felt my cock 
growing with hardness, pushing against the inside of my shorts as it swelled 
with arousal.
My hands slid down her body toward those wonderful, taut ass cheeks. My 
fingers slid over the G-string of the scant bikini, coming to rest on their 
plump roundness, my fingers clutching them, feeling their tender softness, 
pulling them toward me.
“I have to have this woman.”
She pushed me back gently, giving me a little smile and looking deep into my 
eyes. She reached behind her back and undid the tiny strap of her bikini 
top. It fell away, her beautiful round breasts falling to their natural 
state, freed of their restraint. She had large nipples, swollen with 
arousal, surrounded by wide, dark brown aureoles.
“Oh my God.. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
I felt light headed. I raised my hands to them, my fingers brushing over 
those hard, rubbery nipples.
“So firm, so wonderful.”
My hands then cupped them, feeling their weight. I lowered my head down, and 
took the right nipple into my mouth, sucking it in between my lips. I heard 
Renee’ gasp with pleasure. It was nearly an inaudible moan, almost 
restrained. I sucked harder, pulling her swollen nipple between my teeth, 
and grazing it against them ever so gently.
“Oh, Patrick! I want you now!”
Those words were too much. I was so excited now that I felt myself shaking 
with desire. I raised my head and looked into her eyes, at the same time 
pulling her around to the couch. She laid down on it, raising her knees, her 
brown eyes looking into mine hungrily.
“My God is she sexy!”
I fell down into her, my hands caressing her body, my physical form 
connecting with hers, our thoughts and wanton desires melting into a hot, 
burning lust. I kissed her face, her eyelids, then, her neck. I smelled the 
chlorine from the pool on her skin, this mixed with the scent of her 
arousal. It was like I was on fire, my nerve endings electric. I kissed my 
way down her body, over her breasts, her smooth tummy. I slowly savored 
every inch of her skin, kissing it and licking it like candy.
She spread her legs apart wider as I lowered myself down between them. I 
could smell the musky scent of her arousal strongly now, and it drew me like 
a moth to a candle flame. I reached my fingers up and slid them under the 
thin material of the swimming suit. I pulled it to one side, exposing the 
prize underneath. Her pussy was beautiful to me, the lips like a butterfly; 
the moist, wet pinkness visible in between. I reached in and spread them 
with my finger, pushing inside of her gently. She shuddered, shifting her 
body slightly at my touch. I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to taste it. I 
moved my head in, and in one motion, ran my tongue up between those sweet 
lips, savoring the taste. I heard her suck air in between her pursed lips, 
and once again I felt her body shudder with pleasure. I then spread her lips 
apart with my fingers, and found her clit with my tongue. I concentrated on 
it, sucking it into my mouth and biting it gently. I held her shuddering 
thighs with my strong hands as I ate her sweet pussy. I soon felt her whole 
body tense up as waves of orgasm overtook her. She moaned so loudly, almost 
as if she were in pain. This turned me on even more.
I slid back up her body, smiling at her. She looked back at me, a dreamy 
glow in her eyes.
“Lay back, lover.” she said in a low, throaty voice.
I did as she asked, leaning back against the cushions. She got up on her 
knees and looked down at me, her face flushed red with droplets of sweat on 
her forehead, and ran her hands over my legs.
“Mmm, I’ve got a surprise for you, Patrick!”
She moved her hands up, and slowly ran them up and down the swell in my 
shorts, slowly massaging the length of my hard cock through them.
“Renee’, your husband.” I said, half moaning it.
“Patrick, forget about him. He’s on a plane right now. Just relax and 
enjoy.”
As she said this, she began pulling down the elastic band of my shorts. I 
raised my hips, and she pulled them down over my ass. My cock sprung out, 
bobbing back and forth, swollen and red from the stimulation. I raised my 
feet, and she pulled the shorts off all the way, throwing them to the floor. 
She moved back in between my legs and placed both hands on my engorged 
member, stroking it up and down very slowly.
“ Nice cock, Patrick; I knew it would be. You’re my fantasy guy, you know, 
I’ve been waiting for this.”
As she spoke, the waves of lust and passion overtook me, and I began to move 
my hips up and down to her rhythm. I was indeed under her spell now, and, at 
that point would have done anything for her. She then bent her head, and 
licked the head of my cock once, very gently. She smiled up at me, speaking 
in that throaty, passionate voice.
“What do you want now, Patrick? Do you want me to suck this big cock of 
yours? You know that I want to. Can I please?”
“I am going fucking crazy. Too good to be true”
“Yes, Renee’. Suck it now.”
She gave a soft chuckle, placing the head of my cock into her mouth. I felt 
the warm wetness envelope it, then the sweet ecstasy of suction. My cock 
instantly got much harder. She placed her hand over the base of it, and 
started to slide her lips up and down the length of it, while at the same 
time slowly stroking the skin up and down. I looked down at her, and 
reaching my hand out, brushed her hair over her ear so I could see my cock 
gliding in and out of those beautiful lips. She sucked harder, and I knew 
that I wouldn’t last long like this.
“Renee’, I want to fuck you.”
She looked up at me and smiled, still stroking my cock slowly, the saliva 
running down my cock. She then pushed her face all of the way down onto my 
cock, and I felt it hit the back of her throat. She stayed there for a 
moment, and then slid it almost all the way back out of her mouth. I could 
tell that she was enjoying this immensely. She sucked on the head only now, 
playing her tongue over it, then plunged it back down her throat. I heard 
her gag slightly this time, and she coughed little around my girth. She then 
lifted her head up, and smiled at me again.
“Okay, Patrick, your wish is my command.”
She moved up my body, stopping when her ass was over my hips. My cock 
bounced against the inside of her legs, and I felt the hair of her damp 
pussy rub against it. She reached behind, and I felt her hand on my 
hardness, clutching it. She then guided it to her pussy lips, rubbing the 
head against them up and down.
“Mmmm, Patrick! I love your hard cock.”
I then felt it part her lips as she lowered her hips down on it. My cock 
slid into her, finding the narrow, warm channel of her sex. She gasped as I 
filled her, my distended member invading her depths. I grabbed those sweet 
ass cheeks that I loved, and pulled her into me, trying to push even deeper 
into her wet pussy.
Ohh, God Patrick, your filling me up!”
She raised her hips up, and began to fuck me, slowly, methodically up and 
down. I raised my hips to meet each thrust, groaning out loud with 
passionate ardor. She began to bounce up and down on me as our rhythm 
increased, my cock descending to her depths and sliding back out like a 
piston. I looked up at her, into her brown eyes, and for a moment we were 
lost in time again, just the two of us lost in total passionate fervor. She 
lowered her head and kissed my lips, never stopping the rhythm of our sex. I 
felt a magnetic heat between us, almost as if we were becoming one entity. I 
felt her moan softly as she kissed my lips, our tongues meeting, dancing 
with each other. I suddenly felt a growing warmth building at a frantic pace 
in my loins, and I knew that it was time. My cock felt like steel inside of 
her warm, wetness, and the anxious euphoria was building very, very fast.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, I’m going to cum!”
“Oh Renee’! It’s time!”
She clutched me close to her, and rode my cock up and down with increased 
speed.
“Yes, cum for me, lover! Cum now!”
The feeling overtook my whole being. It felt as if every nerve ending in my 
body was being massaged by it’s own sweet little tongue, and all of the 
primal instincts of my manhood screamed out at once in indescribable 
passionate rage. I felt my balls spasm, and begin to shoot their warm, milky 
creation into Renee’s willing warmth.
“Oh, yes, Patrick, fill me! I feel you!”
I groaned loudly, bucking my hips against her. I came again and again, 
shooting out what must have been a huge amount of cum. As I finished, my 
entire body relaxed, and I sank back into the couch. She collapsed on top of 
me, and I felt my wet cum trickling down out of her soaked pussy and down 
over my balls.
“Oh, God , that was wonderful, Patrick.”
“Yes, it was, Renee’”
She kissed my lips again.
Suddenly, we both heard a loud noise. Renee’s head flew up as the door to 
the pool deck swung open and hit the wall.
“Sam!” Renee cried.
My entire body shriveled in panic, and my blood ran cold.
The deep voice of Sam Tompkins boomed over everything, and it was the only 
thing I heard.
“Renee! I always knew you were a total slut! Are you having fun, fucking the 
shit out of this hippie?”

END OF PART ONE

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