Liberty Hughes lay in the warm afterglow of what truly had to be the most amazing sex she had ever had. Finally after 13 years, 4 months, 1 week and 2 days (not that she had kept track), she'd been with Chet Holland who now as a fully developed man was even dreamier than he had seemed back in their first encounter in the 10th grade.
At the time, Chet was an all around school athlete, playing basketball, baseball and football, in addition to being a member of the school newspaper staff and Newman Club. Ah yes! The Newman club. Meant to attract the good Catholics of Ramon Escobar High School. it was actually more of a magnet for sex crazed teens-some who weren't even confirmed in the Catholic Church.
Then there was Chet, who stubbornly stuck to his values. Hell, even Mr.Romano the faculty advisor had been known to go to homeplate once a girl turned 18 (Liberty knew this herself as she gave herself to him the day after she turned 18). And Mr.Romano had once been a few steps past full ordination as a priest, becoming a Jesuit brother for close to 5 years. Then again, maybe Mr.Romano was making up for lost time and chances. As for Chet, it was more a matter of full and rigid moral beliefs which he would abide by until he entered college and discovered the joys associated with debauchery. College life with beer, pot and parties can nullify even the most intense code of morality.
Now several years later and with a failed marriage under each of them-which incidentally were still active on paper as neither could bring their sorry asses to divorce their sex partner-the two were finally joined in sexual bliss. Liberty had sighed in sheer delight and ecstasy as Chet had plunged his fat tube of meat into her waiting slot. It felt every bit as good as she had known it would and as Chet worked his 7 inches in and out and stirred it around in her pleasure trough she cursed herself silently for not having even attempted seducing him back then. Of course, given that she had joined the Newman Club because of the sex and that Chet at the time was still pure and unskilled it most likely would have been a disappointment for Liberty. No, it was better that she had waited. By the time Chet had finished working his magic on her, she had climaxed into a body numbing orgasm of her own just seconds after the 28 year old Chet had released his thick round of semen into her through heavy pulsating spurts.
Chet himself marveled at the glorious feeling which Liberty generated in him from his well shaped toes and feet to the ends of his still thick and wavy jet black hair. Not to mention the incredible feeling her love tunnel had furnished his cock with. When he finally pulled out, Chet ran his fingers along his shaft making sure that his beloved foreskin hadn't somehow come off during Liberty's gripping orgasm. As you can tell, even though he had good-no, make that fantastic-looks and was quite the athlete and a good mixer with people, he wasn't the brightest bulb. When he was 19 a few of his college fraternity brothers told him they had lost their skins through the sensuous pull of women tightening their snatches around their rods. Chet Holland had believed it and even spoke to his dad about it. Unfortunately, Melvin Holland had been quite inebriated at the time and told his son that this was the God's honest truth. The simple fact of the matter was that Chet's dad, his 3 blood brothers and his fraternity brothers had all been circumcised early in life whereas Chet had been left untouched.
Still Chet believed the story which Bill, Zeke, Thatch and Jose-and his own dad-had told him. This was unfortunate since it turned out that Chet was a very skilled and gifted fucker and 9 out of 10 times-well maybe only 8 out of 10-he brought a woman to weakness and a body shaking orgasm causing poor Chet to check for his skin, which amazingly it seemed to him, was still attached. he had mentioned this to his dad again a few years after he had gotten married to Clementine Buel and his dad had refused to even discuss the matter. Being less than a genius, Chet tried speaking to Clemetine's father and the man slugged him in the stomach-rightly so-and instructed Chet to never mention his daughter sexually again. This just further confused Chet. But enough about foreskins and orgasms and the ludicrous idea that a foreskin could be shorn off during sex. This is a tale-a true one I swear-about Liberty Valencia Hughes (married name Bartlett) and Chet Glenn Holland and how they finally got it on.
At the time of their 10th high school reunion, Liberty and Chet were both stuck in the thick mire of failed marriages, each saddled with 4 screaming children and in Chet's case another one due at any moment. They renewed their friendship which had gone into dormancy during their college years. Several phone calls and e-mails were exchanged for the next number of months until Liberty was sent to Charlottesville Virginia to oversee the opening of a new branch office. Realizing it was a fairly short drive over the hills to Staunton where Chet now lived, she called him at work one afternoon and they decided to see each other on Friday which was only hours away
At the time, Chet was an all around school athlete, playing basketball, baseball and football, in addition to being a member of the school newspaper staff and Newman Club. Ah yes! The Newman club. Meant to attract the good Catholics of Ramon Escobar High School. it was actually more of a magnet for sex crazed teens-some who weren't even confirmed in the Catholic Church.
Then there was Chet, who stubbornly stuck to his values. Hell, even Mr.Romano the faculty advisor had been known to go to homeplate once a girl turned 18 (Liberty knew this herself as she gave herself to him the day after she turned 18). And Mr.Romano had once been a few steps past full ordination as a priest, becoming a Jesuit brother for close to 5 years. Then again, maybe Mr.Romano was making up for lost time and chances. As for Chet, it was more a matter of full and rigid moral beliefs which he would abide by until he entered college and discovered the joys associated with debauchery. College life with beer, pot and parties can nullify even the most intense code of morality.
Now several years later and with a failed marriage under each of them-which incidentally were still active on paper as neither could bring their sorry asses to divorce their sex partner-the two were finally joined in sexual bliss. Liberty had sighed in sheer delight and ecstasy as Chet had plunged his fat tube of meat into her waiting slot. It felt every bit as good as she had known it would and as Chet worked his 7 inches in and out and stirred it around in her pleasure trough she cursed herself silently for not having even attempted seducing him back then. Of course, given that she had joined the Newman Club because of the sex and that Chet at the time was still pure and unskilled it most likely would have been a disappointment for Liberty. No, it was better that she had waited. By the time Chet had finished working his magic on her, she had climaxed into a body numbing orgasm of her own just seconds after the 28 year old Chet had released his thick round of semen into her through heavy pulsating spurts.
Chet himself marveled at the glorious feeling which Liberty generated in him from his well shaped toes and feet to the ends of his still thick and wavy jet black hair. Not to mention the incredible feeling her love tunnel had furnished his cock with. When he finally pulled out, Chet ran his fingers along his shaft making sure that his beloved foreskin hadn't somehow come off during Liberty's gripping orgasm. As you can tell, even though he had good-no, make that fantastic-looks and was quite the athlete and a good mixer with people, he wasn't the brightest bulb. When he was 19 a few of his college fraternity brothers told him they had lost their skins through the sensuous pull of women tightening their snatches around their rods. Chet Holland had believed it and even spoke to his dad about it. Unfortunately, Melvin Holland had been quite inebriated at the time and told his son that this was the God's honest truth. The simple fact of the matter was that Chet's dad, his 3 blood brothers and his fraternity brothers had all been circumcised early in life whereas Chet had been left untouched.
Still Chet believed the story which Bill, Zeke, Thatch and Jose-and his own dad-had told him. This was unfortunate since it turned out that Chet was a very skilled and gifted fucker and 9 out of 10 times-well maybe only 8 out of 10-he brought a woman to weakness and a body shaking orgasm causing poor Chet to check for his skin, which amazingly it seemed to him, was still attached. he had mentioned this to his dad again a few years after he had gotten married to Clementine Buel and his dad had refused to even discuss the matter. Being less than a genius, Chet tried speaking to Clemetine's father and the man slugged him in the stomach-rightly so-and instructed Chet to never mention his daughter sexually again. This just further confused Chet. But enough about foreskins and orgasms and the ludicrous idea that a foreskin could be shorn off during sex. This is a tale-a true one I swear-about Liberty Valencia Hughes (married name Bartlett) and Chet Glenn Holland and how they finally got it on.
At the time of their 10th high school reunion, Liberty and Chet were both stuck in the thick mire of failed marriages, each saddled with 4 screaming children and in Chet's case another one due at any moment. They renewed their friendship which had gone into dormancy during their college years. Several phone calls and e-mails were exchanged for the next number of months until Liberty was sent to Charlottesville Virginia to oversee the opening of a new branch office. Realizing it was a fairly short drive over the hills to Staunton where Chet now lived, she called him at work one afternoon and they decided to see each other on Friday which was only hours away