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On Friday, I had turned in three final projects to the CEO. I spent the weekend arguing with my commercial pilot husband. I had seen his cell phone light up and there before my eyes was a text that read: Terri: Hi sweetie, when you coming back to see me? Learned new tricks! A few C notes will get you everything, Tata

So this morning, I called the executive secretary and I told her I was taking a few days off. I never took a day off. Being the only female on the executive team, I always felt compelled to work harder, longer, and with more output than all of the others. I dressed like I was going to work and was headed out the door. My husband stopped me and gave me a hug. He apologized for fighting all weekend. He said he would make it up to me when he finished his international scheduled flights Friday. He gave me a peck on the cheek. I walked out still not knowing where I was going. I ended up at a Waffle House. The smells of breakfast food and the loud clanking of stainless ware against the cheap china was chaotic enough for me to go introverted, just me and my coffee. I ate my well prepared eggs and bacon, dropped a $10 on the counter and wandered out into the great big world.

First I drove home as fast as I could. My husband was gone. Off to his harlot, I thought. I ripped off all of my dry cleaned and starched business togs. I stood naked in front of the full length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I stared at me. I studied the lines around my eyes. My body was still pretty good with curves in the right places. I thought thank God I didn’t have children or my tits would be hanging down to my hips. I did see the need for a fresh bikini wax. I finally decided to rummage through a box of clothes from my college days that I had kept in the closet. I found some little denim shorts and a halter top of all things! I wondered if they would fit. I stepped into the shorts and with a bit of effort tugged them over my thighs. I drew in a breath and amazingly buttoned and zipped them. I admired my accomplishment in the mirror. I put on the halter top and a pair of sandals I found in the box. I transferred a few things from my designer bag and inserted them into a small clutch purse I discovered in the box. Once again, without a clue of who, what, when, where, why, or how, I dashed out the door and put the top down on my cute little Audi sports car. Off and away. I had always wanted to see the South and the gulf beaches. So I pointed my car southwest and a few states in my rearview mirror, I was in Northeast Tennessee.

I stopped in a small motor inn in the Smoky Mountains. I bought a few clothes and a leather backpack to use as a suitcase. I went to a small bbq restaurant. The food was great. There was a bluegrass band playing. A handsome young man stepped up and asked me to dance. I told him I didn’t know how, but I gave into his persistence and I think I held my own! He introduced himself as Brad. We sat together at my table after dancing and he told me about himself. He was a senior at the University of Tennessee. Brad ordered us 2 mason jars full of 100 proof apple moonshine. It was tasty! I was warm all over when a slow song was played by the band. I was drafted onto the dance floor once more. I was tipsy and on the edge of drunk as we danced cheek to cheek. Brad kissed me. It felt right. I kissed him back. Brad paid our check and escorted me out of the restaurant with his arm around me. He asked me if he could take me home. I pointed at the motor Inn down the street. He helped me into his pick up and drove me to my room. I fumbled with the room key and finally unlocked the door. Brad bid me a pleasant evening. I spoke up. Don’t leave, I said. Brad followed me inside and shut the door behind him. I turned and faced Brad. I looked into his eyes and threw my arms around his neck. We kissed passionately. Our tongues wrestled. I felt an excitement I hadn’t felt in years. Brad cupped the cheeks of my bottom in the palms of his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we fell onto the bed. Brad pushed up my halter top and revealed my pink nipples. His nibbles set me afire. I untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it. Brad tossed it on the floor. He returned to my breasts. His love bites were really turning me on. I felt my little shorts being pulled down toward my ankles. I tossed off my sandals and the shorts as well. Brad's tongue made a trail across my belly and between my thighs. He took my clit inside his mouth and playfully nibbled my clit. His tongue darted inside my little pink vagina. I thought about how that was the first thing that had entered my pussy in years. Brad crawled up my body as his large erection poked around the area of my vagina. I reached down and guided his penis inside me. I pulled my knees toward my head and Brad rhythmically plunged in and out of me. It was almost two AM when Brad lost his last load of sperm inside me. We collapsed in exhaustion and slept way past check out time. I got up around noon and showered. When I came out of the shower Brad was gone. He left a sweet note on the pillow. I paid my bill and loaded up in the Audi. Away southward I went!

I drove all day. I got tired after passing through North Carolina, Part of Georgia, and into the heart of Alabama. I stopped between Birmingham and Montgomery. I was starving. I pulled into a gravel parking lot below a flashing sign that read Soul Food. I walked into what looked like an old block house. There were nine or ten diners there. Most of them were African Americans. I sat down at a two seat table. A young black girl immediately came over and placed a glass of ice water and a glass of iced sweet tea in front of me. She left and came back with my napkin and stainless ware. She sounded rehearsed as she said, welcome ma’am, may I take your order. I asked her if there was a menu. She told me to hold on she would be right back. The young lady returned with a small plate with fried green tomatoes and a spicy little tub of creamy vinegar sauce. The young lady then looked me in the eyes and said. The special of the day is fried chicken and collard greens and baked macaroni and cornbread. She looked back at the cashier and received a thumbs up from the lady there. The young girl whispered. That’s my momma and this is my first day. I accepted the special. It was truly comfort food. Fresh butter on the cornbread and a small bottle of vinegar filled with little cayenne peppers. I was instructed to put that on my collard greens. When I got finished, I left the young lady a 20 dollar tip and I asked the cashier if there was a motel or a place to stay overnight. A giant well groomed gentleman overheard my request. He suggested I stay at the campground. He said they had little cabins that they rented by the night. Several of the diners tried to give me directions. None of them included street names or landmarks that still existed. I was told to turn right at the old cattle barn that had burned several years ago. The giant man introduced himself as Tyrone. He said he was a deputy sheriff for the county. He told me that I could follow him to the campground. There is no way I could have found this place on my own. Five miles of lefts and rights into what I call driveways. We arrived by a small creek There were several storage sheds lining both sides of the gravel path. I stopped behind Tyrone at the Main Office. A large black lady emerged and began yelling at Tyrone. She said Don’t bring no skinny assed white woman up in here. You need to be finding a good black woman with wide hips for child bearing. That Woman can’t give you no baby! She’s too old! She kept on, but Tyrone eventually explained my situation and she calmed down. She gave Tyrone the keys to one of the cabins. She told him there was a bunch of redneck boys down by the creek and they had built a big bonfire. I could hear them hooping and hollering about a 100 yards away. She told Tyrone to stay with me until I finished with the shower house. I looked at Tyrone. He shrugged his shoulder and we drove down to my cabin. I opened the door and found a double bed, an end table with a lamp, and a radio on a small shelf. I turned to Tyrone and asked where the bathroom was. He turned and pointed at a cinder block building across the driveway. He told me that was the shower and toilets. Tyrone suggested I get a shower while he was still there. The redneck boys were throwing jars filled with gasoline on their fire. He said they were more of a danger to themselves. I grabbed my bag and went to the shower house. When I returned, Tyrone was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a paperback book. He looked up. I told him I was concerned with the crazy guys by the creek. Tyrone went outside and brought two shot glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels inside. He said this will calm you down. He poured us shots and I kept pointing at my empty glass. He obliged by refilling it several times. Tyrone turned on the radio. A velvety bass voice came across the air. This is the Ebony Teddy Bear playing love songs for those making love under this beautiful full moon. Tyrone sat back on the bed leaning against the headboard. We sipped whisky and I crawled up beside him and we talked. He said most folks call him Ty. He said his mother had died when he was twelve and the woman at the main office was his aunt. She had adopted him. He called her Aunt Momma. I understood her concern at that point. The Ebony Teddy Bear came back on and announced a Marvin Gaye song. I lay over with my head on Ty’s chest. I asked him why his heart was racing. He answered. I am laying on a bed with a beautiful woman with Marvin cheering me on. Why wouldn’t my heart race? Ty wrapped his arm around me. I reached up and pulled his hand across my breast and held it tight against me. Ty cupped my breast and flicked my nipple with his fingertip. A few awkward moments later, Ty slid down and his head lay on the pillow. He rolled me over on top of him. He removed my shirt. My breast hung down like fruit as I hovered over him. The sound of squeaking bed springs filled the air as we tore off our clothes. I sat on His belly and kissed his lips. I felt his member swell behind me. I raised up and guided his throbbing cock inside me. I rode him like a slow motion bull rider. I wanted to taste him so I rose up and retreated to the foot of the bed. I lowered my lips over his large tool and I tongued the underside of his cock while I sucked up and down his shaft. In no time, Ty took a deep breath and a stream of cum squirted the back of my throat. I swallowed several times but there was so much that it streamed out the corners of my lips. We made love for an hour before we fell asleep. I was awakened the next morning by Ty pressing his erect cock between my thighs. I spread my legs and he fucked me from behind until cum poured out of my pussy. I got up and dressed. Ty held me tight and bid me a safe trip. We kissed and he left. I drove up to the main office. Aunt Momma came out. I gave her the cabin key and fumbled through my purse to get her the cash for my room. Mama smiled and said you might be carrying my grandbaby, no charge for family. She gave me a big bear hug and nearly smothered me between her enormous breasts. Momma handed me a grease stained brown bag. I thanked her and I was back on the road. I got lost a few times before I found the highway, but finally I found it. I pulled off the road and opened my bag. There was a tenderloin and fried egg biscuit and a bottle of Sunny Delight. I ate and headed South on I-65.

Four hours later, the road I was on ended. In front of me was the Gulf of Mexico. I turned left and stopped in a parking lot to google places to stay. I checked off all of the amenities I wanted…..1st floor, Gulf side, poolside, weight and aerobics room, hot tub, steam room, sauna, restaurant and bar on property and No one under 21 allowed!. I located a vacancy and drove over to check in. A hurricane had been bearing down on this area, but made a left turn to Mexico and Southwest Texas. Several people had cancelled their reservations. I got a 1st floor room by the pool and Tiki Bar that looked out over the beach and gulf. It was early in the afternoon when I got myself unpacked. I stepped out my back sliding door onto my patio. I walked over to the Tiki Bar and bought a 64 ounce insulated mug with a top and drinking straw. All refills five bucks in this giant tanker. I got a 64 ounce hurricane. I walked over to my patio and sat down on the patio chair with my drink. I enjoyed watching the college kids. Later, a local radio station began broadcasting from the Tiki Bar. A stage was set up poolside. The young ladies were fighting over these thin white tee shirts that the DJ was giving away. I saw several girls throw on the tee shirt and remove their bikini tops underneath. A young man large in stature, friendly and funny commanded attention by the pool. He was tall and obese and loud. I nicknamed him Moose. Moose made a scene by the DJ booth. He was demanding one of the shirts. He told the DJ if he didn’t get one that he was going to yell fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck every time the little red light started blinking. I laughed my ass off. Moose won! He got the shirt. I was puzzled when Moose brought the shirt over to me and offered it to me. I took it. He kept telling me to put it on. I did as he asked. He wanted me to take off my bikini top. What the hell. I did. A few minutes later, I was lined up with all the other white shirt girls on the platform. I saw a 200 gallon tank filled with crushed ice nearby. It was filled with water. There was a garden hose attached and stretched down the platform. Without warning. The DJ opened up the nozzle and sprayed freezing water onto my breasts. He continued down the line until all the girls were soaked. I tore that frozen shirt off me in a second flat. I stood there with my bare tits hanging out. I slung the wet shirt over and hit Moose in the face. Moose charged the platform. He bearhugged me and motorboated my titties with his lips. Next thing I knew, Moose had thrown me onto his shoulders. He walked us down the pool steps as I rode his shoulders. Someone untied my string bikini bottoms and slipped them off of me. Moose dunked me, spun me around and I hung from my knees over his shoulders. Moose had me in a tight hug hanging upside down in front of him. A guy approached with a tub of ice cream. He pressed scoops of ice cream into my crotch. The guys lined up and were eating scoops of ice cream from my pussy. When they had finished their fun. Moose tossed me into the deep end of the pool. I demanded my bikini back. Moose brought it to me. I dressed underwater and went back to my patio. Strangely enough, I won the wet tee shirt contest. The DJ brought me $500 worth of food and clothes coupons.

I was still pretty steamed at my poolside ice cream treatment, when Moose plopped his large ass down at my patio table. Moose leaned over and said thanks for the nickname. I really like it. It fits me. And he whispered… Ma’am you have the prettiest little pink pussy I ever saw. It’s as pretty as a ladybug. I will call you Bug! I had cooled down and I told him thanks for the compliment. I asked how many vaginas he had seen. Moose counted on his finger...My mom once, I accidently saw my sister naked, and you. Three, I have seen three pussies. I asked, have you ever had sex or dated? Moose said no. He said he tried to get a date once in high school and the girl screamed NO! at the top of her lungs in front of everyone in the cafeteria. I asked Moose how old he was. He told me he had just had his 21st birthday last week. I jumped up and grabbed Moose by the arm. Follow me. I have got you a birthday present. Moose followed me inside. I sat him down on the couch. I disrobed in front of him. I sat down beside him and nibbled his earlobe. I told him to nibble mine just as I had done his. He was a little bite happy, but he got better. I presented my breast to him and instructed Moose to nibble my nipple. Moose was pretty gentle. I laid down on the couch and asked Moose to nibble my clitoris. After explaining what a clitoris was, Moose sucked my clit into his mouth and nibbled. He was getting better all the time! Moose popped up and said it tasted like ice cream! I asked Moose to undress and lay back on the couch. I positioned myself between his legs and gave him my best Blowjob. Within thirty seconds, Moose exploded in orgasm. It wasn’t in squirts, It was like a constant stream. He orgasmed for nearly half a minute. Moose jumped up and screamed with delight. What was that? I never knew it would do that! Let’s do it again. I started to suck again. Two seconds later Moose exploded in another solid stream orgasm. He asked for another. I instructed him to grip his cock and stroke it. Less than a minute later he was pouring cum everywhere! I didn’t know I could do that to me! WOW! Moose begged for more. I got on all fours and told Moose to stick his cock in my pussy. He mounted me and he came over and over. He said kids used to call him buttfucker. He asked me what that was. So I let him. Moose filled my ass with cum. I got up and took a shower. When I returned, Moose was jacking off again. Moose and I went to bed. He fucked me all night. I got up the next morning. Bought a 64 ounce Bloody Mary and laid out on a deck lounge. I woke up to Moose tapping my shoulder. Moose said he had a friend that needed sex lessons. I looked up and there was a skinny kid with thick glasses and buck teeth. Moose said he is my best friend. I told Moose he was a great student. He could tell his friend about sex. Moose asked to use my condo. I agreed. My curiosity got the best of me and I followed them into my condo. Moose started by nibbling on the nerd boys ear. Then asking him to try it. I was ok with the training until Moose tried to show him how to nibble a clit. I decided not to interfere. I was so dumbfounded, I watched the lessons continue. The jacking off training went well. The butt fucking was a bit disturbing to me. I nearly cried when the nerd orgasmed the first time. He had the most satisfying look on his face. I left them to their practice and I went back out to my lounge. I didn’t see much of Moose and Nerd after that, They spent much of their time together inside their room.

My company called and said they were restructuring. They offered me an early retirement with a large cash bonus. I jumped at the chance. I bought the unit next to where I was staying. I never went back home. I hope my husband is enjoying his hookers. I know I am enjoying myself.

An older couple checked in next door. She is mid sixties and has a beautifully surgically enhanced body. He is bald, tall, muscular. I was awakened to the sound of their headboard pounding our shared wall. I stepped out on my patio. A crowd had gathered. The next door unit had all their lights on and the curtains were open. The older lady was balled up on her back. He was planking her from above and pounding her with his cock. It was like watching porn. I checked the slider. It opened. I walked in and dropped my robe. I climbed aboard and sat on her face. She was a great pussy eater. The crowd cheered. Another spectator joined us. He stood in front of me and offered his cock to my lips. I sucked him dry in minutes. Another young man waited to take his place. I sucked several cocks one after the other. I drenched the old lady’s face when I orgasmed but her old jaws were still eating me. I traded places with her. The old man bent me over double and pile-drived my pussy with his long slender cock. She sat her sloppy pussy over my face and I gave her a good eating. Another couple joined us on the king bed. At one time I think there were 8 people on the bed. We were all fucking, sucking, fingering, whatever was within reach! I lay upon my back with a man under me. He was fucking me from below. I felt the weight of another man top me. He also penetrated my pussy with his cock. It was so tight, but I was so excited about two cocks sliding across each other inside me. Several guys stood around the bed jacking off. I was covered in cum by the end of the night. I slept all day the next day.

I found Tyrone's card in my purse. I called and he answered. I invited him down. He is coming next week. My life is full.