“Lance, fuck me and don’t hold back. I don’t want it to be hearts and flowers.” I nod my head and start to fuck her pussy like she wants. Riley keeps yelling harder as I slam into her. Riley plays with her breasts and nipples while I am standing there with her ass on the pillows and her legs are wrapped around me. I find her clit and start rubbing it with each pounding I give her.
“Oh, God, this feels amazing. Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop,” Riley keeps saying over and over again. Riley’s words and moaning is like music to my ears. “Lance, I’m so close. Let me come, please.”
I take that as my cue to pound faster and I do. The slapping of our bodies fills the air as I continue to pound into her, lowering myself on top of her so I can kiss her. I feel her tightening against my cock, and I keep kissing those lips as she moans and struggles to arch her back. I need this contact with her, feeling her body convulse with her orgasm as we cross that line from acquaintance to lovers. Riley’s body starts to relax as her body molds into the bed. I slowly pull out of her.
“You didn’t come, did you?”
“Oh, baby, this is just the beginning, I plan on giving you multiple orgasms before I cum in your sweet, holier than thou pussy.” Riley whimpers at my words. “Now, slide that perfect body down here so I can feast on it because I haven’t eaten in hours and my mouth is watering for something to nibble on.” Riley listens to what I tell her to do and lifts her hips so eager with anticipation.
The Georgia Peaches
Colbie Kay & Chianti Summers
The Georgia Peaches
Cydney
Hey y’all, it’s 4th of July weekend here in Senoia, Georgia and let me tell ya, it’s gonna be one hell of a seventy-two hours. Tradition is that every year on this weekend my sisters and I have all of our friends, the locals, and anyone else that wants to show up to our little shindig can. As long as they follow our three simple little rules, it’s all good.
It all started four years ago when we were fourteen. Yep, you heard that right. My sisters and I are all the same age because, well, we are the Georgia Peach triplets. We had a small gathering with just our friends, but as the years went on, it’s grown into a full blown weekend bash. No one knows how to do it like the Georgia Peaches.
We live in a two story white farmhouse with our momma. City folk like to call it out in the boonies but we just say it’s in the country. Which makes it nice because we have the acreage to accommodate whoever shows up to this gathering we put on. This year is expected to be huge, and I mean huge. Not only are we eighteen now, but we’re leaving for college in the fall. So I guess it’s like a going away party too.
Tonight will start off with music, dancing, and drinking with a bonfire. Most people just set up their tents and bring sleeping bags so we don’t have to worry about anyone drinking and driving. If someone tries, we put a stop to it, whether that means taking their keys or calling them a ride. That’s one of our rules: when you come out, if you are drinking, you ain’t leavin’ behind the wheel.
Tomorrow night we will go in town, watch the parade and fireworks, and then come back out for music, more fireworks, more partying, and another bonfire.
“Cyd, did you go to the store and get all of the food?” That would be the oldest of us three triplets, Callie.
“Not yet. I’m getting ready to go now,” I yell back down the hallway from my bedroom door.
Walking into the kitchen, I grab my car keys off the kitchen table along with the grocery list. I start up my Jeep Wrangler, then the passenger side door opens. “I’m going with you,” Cayden says while jumping into the seat, turning the radio full blast playing Brantley Gilbert, and bobbing her head to the hot country singer. “This weekend’s gonna be so much fun!” Cayden yells over the music while I laugh.
“Hell yes it is!” I respond while keeping a steady speed on the gravel road.
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Three grocery carts later, we’re ready to check out. Our cashier is Melanie, our classmate that ended up pregnant junior year of high school. She never would tell the boy’s name, but we all had our suspicions that it was none other than Jimmy Ray. But ya know how small town talk is.
Jimmy was the star quarterback for the high school football team and the mayor’s son. He was the kind to do whatever he wanted with no consequences, like run the streets, cause trouble, and not keep his dick in his pants. But he was also destined to go on and do great things, leave this little town and make something of himself. Once graduation came, he spent no time getting out of Senoia and went on to Harvard, or some big name college like that.
Melanie, however, didn’t come from money and she didn’t have the best grades in school either, so no scholarships were coming her way. She always kept to herself unless it was a weekend party and booze were involved. I imagine now with a toddler she’ll be stuck working at this dead end job and having no help from anyone.