Julie Covington McGill
UAlbanyGirl
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Foreword by Shady Lady Julie
I first came into contact with UAlbany Girl many years ago when she gave feedback on one of my early incest stories. She pointed out my flaws in a kind way and we became friends, swapping ideas and thoughts and inspiring each other to write stories. Michelle, aka Mitchie became the star of my books The Chico Tales (Only in Another World) and Mitchie. She became my editor and helped me develop as a writer and in If Things had been different I involved her mother Sarah Lynch as well as her.
For her own reasons she decided to break my heart and leave online life and start a family but she left behind a wonderful legacy in her stories. One of those stories was a series called Julie Covington McGill which I know was based on me (I am not a highly successful businesswoman but it's a nice thought.) The first series she wrote is very much bestiality based, something we both enjoyed. She then rewrote that series that starts with the same but then devolves into another genre (one she loved) that of incest. Her family name is Lynch as mentioned in my If Things have been different and she explores her family life more in The Lynches series.
I couldn’t bear the thought of the world not having the chance to read her work so (with her permission) I have brought together Julie Covington McGill (Dog) and Julie Covington McGill (Non-Dog) plus for completeness I have included three more Lynches stories into this bumper book. If I get the chance, I may try to put more of her stories together in an anthology.
Any profits from this book are being donated 100% to a website (WRIST.PUB) that both Mitchie and I love, that supports and encourages budding (and established) writers.
Enjoy... Julie XXX
This was written by Mitchie herself when she first posted this story in April 2017
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Author’s Note: This is the first erotic story I’ve written, so please be gentle when reviewing it. I’d like to thank my new online best friend, Shady_Lady for not only being the inspiration for this story but also being my personal story editor. My future as an erotic author is in your hands, so please provide corrective and/or supportive comments. I hope this gives you half the tingle it gave me writing it.
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Chapter 1: The Barbecue
Have you ever met someone, and within the first few moments, just know that this person is going to have a significant impact on your life? Well, that’s how it was when Michelle first shook hands with Ms. Julie Covington McGill.
It was the Friday before July 4th weekend in the office of Smith and McGill, a regional accounting firm that occupied three floors of the largest building in downtown Poughkeepsie. Michelle Lynch had just graduated from SUNY Albany the previous May and while her other friends were traveling and enjoying the summer Michelle was eagerly looking for a job to begin her career as an accountant.
Unlike many of her classmates, Michelle came from a modest background, growing up in rural Greene County, New York. She was the only child to John and Sarah Lynch unless you count Chico the black lab mix rescue dog that they got when Michelle was just a girl. Her father was a career Army officer who ran the local recruiting office and her mother was a public defender for the County. These government jobs provided great health and retirement benefits but the family struggled to make ends meet. Michelle had to work hard to earn and keep what little scholarship money was offered and graduated with over $50,000 in school loan debt.
But on the day that she shook hands with Julie Covington McGill, Michelle had a gut feeling that her future was going to be alright.
Ms. Covington McGill was the managing partner of Smith & McGill, the fastest growing firm in New York. Smith had passed away several years ago and even though his widow had sold her shares in the business to Julie it was with the stipulation that her husband’s name remained on the firm. With sole control of the firm, Julie expanded its reach within the tri-state area and grew the business to compete with and win business from the big New York City firms.
In her heels, Julie was almost 6 feet tall, and struck quite an image, in her dark grey custom tailored business suit, that hugged every curve like it was a second skin. Her skirt was cut a few inches above the knee and showed off her toned calves and thighs. Under the suit, she wore a simple cream-colored silk blouse with two buttons open at the top. The jacket and blouse did their best to contain her 40D breasts that swayed hypnotically as she walked toward Michelle to welcome her.
“Welcome love, you must be Michelle,” Julie said in a lovely English accent, making the simple phrase seem like a verse of poetry.
“Yes...Ms. McG...I mean...Ms. Covington McGill...yes I am,” Michelle responded nervously, hoping she wasn’t gawking, as she returned the firm handshake and pleasantries. Up close, Julie’s steel blue eyes and warm smile were all Michelle could focus on.
“You can call me Julie love,” replied the taller woman, hoping to put Michelle at ease and reduce the formality of the interview. “You’re even more impressive in person than you are on paper,” Julie said, gesturing with Michelle’s resume, which she held in her left hand.
Her kind words comforted and warmed Michelle like a well-worn sweater. At 5 foot, 3 inches Michelle never considered herself “impressive.” Her father wanted a boy so most of her young life she was a tomboy being shuttled from soccer to softball to volleyball to swimming, as the seasons changed. While naturally a shy person and this helped build a competitive edge within Michelle while keeping her small frame toned and fit. Michelle wore the ‘recent college graduate interview uniform,’ which consisted of a navy blue skirt and blazer from Macy's with a white cotton blouse and sensible black wedges. Her blazer and blouse more than adequately covered modest chest encased in her best Victoria Secret 34B bra.
Julie turned to escort Michelle back to her office, and Michelle again found herself gawking and thinking, “God, I hope my ass looks that good when I’m her age.”
“Would you like a tea, coffee or a soft drink while we talk?” again, Julie’s poetic voice snapping Michelle back to reality.
“A bottle of water would be great, thank you,” Michelle replied, shaking her head to clear her mind and prepare to nail this interview.
The interview lasted for almost two hours. It started with the customary review of Michelle’s resume, transcripts and a bunch of job-related scenarios to test her knowledge of accounting and ability to think on her feet. But after about 45 minutes the topic turned toward Michelle’s interests and activities and the two found the conversation flowed easily and naturally and learned they had a lot in common.
While Julie’s formal education was in London, she was familiar with SUNY Albany, having been invited to be a guest lecturer many times over the past several years. They shared an interest in running and Pilates and discovered they were both ‘dog people.’
Michelle left that day firmly convinced she had nailed the interview, so when the job offer letter arrived at her parents’ house 10 days later, she was incredibly excited. The salary and benefits package was very generous and with a September 1st start date she and her mom had several weeks to hunt for an apartment in Poughkeepsie furnish and decorate it. The one bedroom was in an apartment complex on the outskirts of town. It was small, but it was clean and safe, and the price was right.
The commute to work in the morning wasn’t too bad, and Michelle was really looking forward to seeing Julie again, and to show off the new business clothes that she bought with her mom. She was wearing a beige skirt that went to mid-thigh and a pink floral print blouse that wasn’t too loud. Michelle was really happy that the dark brown sensible heels wear not only stylish but comfortable. Since it was still warm she did not bother with pantyhose but was really excited about the part of the outfit that nobody would see the hot pink thong and bra set that her mom bought her as a special ‘first day of work gift.’
When she walked into the lobby, Julie was there waiting and gave her a warm embrace to welcome her on her first day with the firm. Michelle enthusiastically returned the hug and drank in the aroma of Julie’s expensive French perfume. Julie introduced her to Mr. Nichols who headed up the audit group and would be Michelle’s immediate supervisor. He showed Michelle to her cubicle which included a phone, computer and about 30 files stacked in a three-foot pile on the desk.
“Welcome to the thrilling world of corporate audit,” joked Mr. Nichols. Turning to leave he said, “familiarize yourself with those files we start meeting with the clients next week.”
Michelle sat down on the comfy black office chair that tilted and swiveled. She opened the small box next to the computer to find freshly printed business cards that read, “Michelle A. Lynch Junior Accountant Audit Division.” She sniffed the box of cards like a fine bottle of wine as she rubbed her thumb over the embossed print. Feeling so giddy about starting her career she spun herself around in the chair two or three times with a subdued little shout of glee.
“I see you’re settling in,” came the velvet voice from over the cubicle partition.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Ms. Covington McGill,” responded Michelle, feeling the heat in her cheeks rise, wondering if anyone has ever been fired 15 minutes into a job before.
“It’s quite alright love,” Julie said with her disarming smile as she peered over the top of the cubicle wall, “I did the exact same thing when I got my first job as well.” She handed Michelle a cup of coffee in a company logo mug, “you’ll need this to stay awake through those files, trust me,” punctuating the remark with a wink.
She took the coffee and sipped it, light and sweet, just like she takes it. “How did she know?” Michelle thought to herself.
“Michelle, I’ll be honest with you,” Julie said while sipping her tea, “we work very hard here at S&M, and sometimes it can be very boring, but I just know you will succeed. You’re smart, beautiful and from what your references told me a very hard worker.”
“Thank you, Julie, I appreciate your faith in me, and I won’t let you down,” Michelle replied while fixating on the word ‘beautiful’ that Julie included in her remark.
“Do you have plans tonight?” Julie inquired.
“Well, I was going to pick something up on the way home to eat and try to get a jump start on these files,” Michelle responded, hoping it was the answer Julie was looking for.
“Nonsense love,” Julie admonished, “you will be my guest for dinner tonight, to properly welcome you to the firm and our town.” She extended a hand-written note to Michelle, “My husband J.J. is a master griller, here’s our address, we’ll see you at 7:30, okay?”
“What can I bring?” queried Michelle, already nervous about dinner with the big boss.
“Just your youthful charms,” replied Julie with a wink, “oh, and dress comfortably, this is pleasure, not business.”
Michelle ignored the tingles she felt from Julie’s comment, and threw herself into her work, busily taking notes as she read through the client files. Before she knew it the clock in the corner of her computer read 6:00 and she could hear the rustle of her coworkers packing up and leaving for the night.
On her way home, Michelle stopped at Caffe Aurora, and picked up an Italian pastry assortment, having been raised to never go to someone’s house empty-handed. She threw her purse and briefcase on the kitchen counter and started undressing as she walked to her bedroom down the hall.
The shower took a while to heat up, and Michelle found herself daydreaming about the statuesque Ms. Covington McGill again, remembering her intoxicating fragrance. She stood under the hot stream and lathered her body thinking about how intelligent sophisticated and beautiful Julie was and how welcome and wonderful she made Michelle feel.
Not sure if it was the excitement of starting her career or the lovely Julie, but Michelle felt her nipples harden and pussy moisten as she washed her hair. Languishing in the spray of the shower she let her hands wander lower pinching her nipple and teasing her hardening clit. Michelle kept her pussy shaved bare mas she definitely got her mother’s Italian genes when it came to growing hair and without shaving regularly, she’d have a wiry mass of pubic hair within a few weeks.
“Shit!” she said out loud, as she reluctantly withdrew her fingers from her crotch, remembering that Google said it was about a 25-minute drive to the suburbs where Julie and J.J. lived, and she didn’t want to be late.
She toweled off quickly and stood in front of her closet in light blue bikini panties and a matching bra, surveying her modest wardrobe. “Dress comfortably,” Michelle muttered over and over, repeating the directive from Julie while trying to find something appropriate to wear.
Michelle pulled the yellow and blue sundress over her head, smoothing it down over her tummy and thighs. She twirled a little to make sure it wasn’t too short and then slipping on her open-toed backless wedge she pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail. She grabbed her purse and the pastry and hopped in her car punching Julie’s address into her phone.
The navigation app got her there in good time and she drove through the gated entrance to the neighborhood at 7:15 pm. Winding through the large brick houses and manicured lawns she found the house at the bottom of the cul-de-sac and parked behind Julie’s Mercedes in the long driveway.
“We’re in the back garden,” Julie sang out in her lovely accent while walking toward Michelle carrying two glasses of white wine.
Julie also wore a sundress; hers was a darker blue with pink accents, and a lot shorter than Michelle’s. With the way her ample breasts swayed it was also evident that Julie was unencumbered by a bra.
“I hope you like pinot grigio,” Julie added, handing Michelle the glass.
“I hope you like pustie, cannoli, and sfogliatella,” Michelle replied, exchanging the white box tied with string for the glass of wine.
“Sounds scrumptious love,” Julie said, taking the box and leading Michelle through the back gate.
“J.J., say hello to Michelle, the latest victim I’ve been telling you about,” Julie called to her husband while ducking into the kitchen to put the pastries in the fridge.
Michelle blushed at Julie’s words while walking toward the grill to shake J.J.’s hand. He was in a striped bathing suit sandals and a tank top. The grey flecks at his temples were accentuated by his hair and suit being damp from a recent dip in the pool. While it appeared that J.J. was close to her father’s age, the tight biceps and broad shoulders that extended from his tank top showed that he worked out much more than John Lynch ever did.
Lifting her hand to greet Mr. McGill, she saw the expression on his face change from warm and friendly to concerned.
“KING! BEHAVE!” she heard J.J. yell as she felt something poking at the back of her dress, nearly causing her to drop her wine glass.
Startled, Michelle turned and was almost eye-to-eye with the big, tan and black dog, which was enthusiastically wagging its tail.
“I love dogs!” exclaimed Michelle, crouching to pet his large head, and let him lick her face, “is he a German Shepherd?”
“No, he’s an Alsatian,” replied Julie, returning from the house with the wine decanter.
“But his manners are purely American!” added J.J., with a hint of an Irish brogue, causing the trio to laugh, then added, “no offense dear.”
“Oh, none taken,” replied Michelle, “my apartment doesn’t allow pets so I had to leave my Chico home with my parents.”
Julie topped off Michelle’s wine glass and watched her pet and scratch King behind his ears, admiring the swell of the young woman’s breasts.
“You keep that up and he’ll never leave you alone,” Julie kidded.
“Steaks are ready!” called J.J. from the smoking grill, as he put three thick T-bones on a platter and carried them to the patio table.
King laid down in the dog bed, knowing better than to beg at the table. Looking over at him first, then at J.J., Julie said, “you’ll get your treat after dinner, won’t you baby?”
Michelle smiled, assuming she meant the steak bones.
The three ate, talked, and drank freely during dinner. Michelle learned that J.J. was from County Cork in Ireland, the same place her father’s mother was born and that he was an executive with IBM in charge of the international sales division. Between the wine, his brogue, and getting lost his emerald green eyes when he spoke, that’s about all that Michelle remembered at least.
“Oh, no, I have to drive home,” Michelle said with a little slur, putting her hand over the top of her glass, as J.J. went to pour her more wine.
“Nonsense love,” directed Julie, “you’ve had too much already, and we have a lovely guest room that you can use. I’ll just tell Mr. Nichols I had you run some errands for me, and you can come in a little late tomorrow.”
Michelle knew Julie was right, and besides, she was really enjoying their company, and there was nothing waiting for her in her small, drab apartment.
After a few more glasses of wine, Michelle was listening more to the lyrical nature of the English and Irish accents, than to the words of the conversation, and knew that she should excuse herself.
Julie showed Michelle to the guest room, which had a huge queen sized bed, and its own en suite bathroom, complete with a new toothbrush and all the toiletries she could need.
“Good night love,” Julie said to Michelle while giving her a motherly hug and peck on the cheek, “sleep tight!”
Michelle brushed her teeth, washed her face, stripped naked and slid into the Egyptian cotton sheets that caressed her skin like silk. No sooner did her head hit the pillow, than Michelle fell into a deep sleep.
“Oh god...YES….right there.”
The moans coming through the adjoining wall stirred Michelle out of her sleep. Her first thought was that she was home at her parent’s house, where she would regularly hear them making love in the next room in the middle of the night.
“Deeper..faster...yes, yes, yes...make me your bitch.”
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw the large bed and recognized the English accent, and realized where she was. Giggling at the thought of J.J. fucking Julie in the next room, Michelle allowed her right hand to slide between her thighs, and do what she normally did while listening to her parents fuck.
Michelle pulled the comforter and top sheet off of her, and let her bent knees drop off to the sides, opening herself up to her probing finger. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, while her left hand pulled and pinched her hardening nipples. Michelle lifted her wet digit to her mouth, tasting her silky juices; she wished she was home with her 8” rubber dildo. Slipping three fingers into herself, she fucked herself in rhythm with the moans coming through the wall.
She was already horny, not only from the abbreviated session in her shower after work but from the peeks she snuck at J.J. through the evening, especially when he took his after-dinner dip in the pool. His six-pack abs and hairy chest caught her eye when he stripped off his tank top and dove in. But it was the respectable lump in his wetsuit that clung to his crotch and thighs as he exited the pool that really got her juices flowing.
“I wonder how big it is hard?” she thought to herself, as she imagined her fingers were J.J.’s thick Irish cock drilling in and out of her wet, hairless pussy, feeling her orgasm approaching.
“I think Michelle’s scent has him extra eager tonight.”
The words through the wall took a while to register in her brain. Her hands froze as she ran the comment over and over in her head, obviously spoken in J.J.’s brogue. Curiosity got the better of her and she got out of bed. She looked around the room for her panties, but couldn’t find them in the dark, so she quietly walked out of the room naked, hoping to hear better from the living room.
She was not prepared for the scene that unfolded in the middle of the living room as she exited the guest room, and put her hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp of surprised.
J.J. sat naked in his leather recliner, with a glass of Irish whiskey in his left hand, and his uncut cock in his right. The large, pre-cum covered cock head, shining in the moonlight that poured in from the patio doors, each time it poked out of his wrinkled foreskin, as he slowly stroked himself. It indeed was big when hard, filling his hand with its girth, with several inches to spare on either side of his fist.
But the sight that had Michelle frozen in place, her pussy coated fingers still covering her mouth, was the sophisticated and elegant Julie Covington McGill, on all fours in the center of the Persian rug, head on the floor and ass high in the air, being savagely fucked by King.
Julie was facing J.J.’s chair but had her forehead lying on her crossed arms beneath her, and J.J. was riveted to the show that she was putting on. King was the only one who noticed Michelle arrival in the living room, and it seemed that he thrust into Julie even harder once their eyes met.
“Good boy….good boy….make me….your….bitch.”
Julie’s moans, and the way she was pushing back to meet his pummeling thick, veiny, pink cock, indicated that she was not only enjoying this, but it was obviously a regular thing. Her large breasts hung down below her, and her nipples were rubbing on the coarse carpet, as King thrust in rapidly from behind her.
His paws were covered with socks, so he could hug himself to Julie’s slender frame without scratching her. Her back was covered with dog hair and drool as he panted above her.
“It’s IN!” Julie exclaimed, lifting her head to lock eyes with J.J. while reaching back between her legs to rub her clit. When Julie moved her arm, Michelle realized why she couldn’t find her panties, which were held firmly in Julie’s other hand.
“You ‘knotty’ bitch,” responded J.J., as he emptied his glass of whiskey in one gulp, and picked up the speed of rubbing his cock.
Michelle originally thought it was just a mispronunciation of ‘naughty’ with his brogue and all, but then the two comments together dawned on her, as did the fact that she was actively rubbing her own clit while watching the debauchery unfolding in front of her.
“He’s coming!” Julie announced as King’s hips were pounded into her with a blur.
“So am I!” announced J.J., scooting forward on his chair and shooting ropes of cum on Julie’s upturned face.
“So am I!” thought Michelle, as she swallowed a moan and grabbed the guest room door frame to keep from falling, her knees buckling from the thunderous orgasm wracking her small body.
J.J. slumped back on his chair, his dripping cock hanging lewdly between his toned, hairy thighs.
Julie wiped the cum from her face and eyes, savoring the taste as she licked it off her fingers.
King tried to extricate himself from Julie’s well-fucked cunt, his knot keeping them attached, and he wound up facing the other way, ass-to-ass with Julie.
Michelle quietly ducked back into the guest room, nearly slipping on the small puddle of girl cum on the floor between her feet.
Sliding back into the cool sheets of the huge bed, she drifted off to sleep, wondering if her panties would be back in the room by morning.
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Chapter 2: Michette
Michelle tossed and turned in the queen sized bed, trying to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, the scenes from the previous night would start playing again in her head.
Her elegant and sophisticated boss, a woman she described to her mother as a cross between a life-size Barbie Doll, and Mary Poppins, and someone she was hoping to be a life and career mentor, was obviously a whole lot different than she had imagined.
The images of King, Julie’s full grown Alsatian, forcefully fucking Ms. Covington McGill, while her husband J.J. looked on and masturbated, kept Michelle from getting any sleep. She blushed with embarrassment at the memory of standing naked in the shadows, unable to pull herself away, and rubbing herself to an orgasm while watching the trio perform.
Pulling the covers off of her still naked body, she felt the cool night air on her sex, her pussy well lubricated from the replays running through her mind through the night. Running her fingers over her pert nipples, Michelle thought about playing with herself again, but then the thought of having to face Julie and J.J. in the morning hit her, causing an anxious knot to grow in her stomach.
Rolling over toward the nightstand, the red digits on the bedside clock read 3:45 AM.
“Get the fuck out now, while everyone’s asleep,” came the thought from the rational side of her brain.
“No, if you leave they’ll know that you saw,” came the reply from the emotional side. While smart and confident, Michelle was a pleaser who hated disappointing anyone, especially authoritative women, like her mom, and Julie.
“Get the fuck out NOW!” came the reply from inside her head, the rational side of her brain not being big on articulate debate.
Michelle swung her legs over the side of the bed, arched her back, and stretched her arms high above her head. While the night before may have been weird, this was one of the most comfortable beds, with the most expensive sheets, that she’s ever been in, and it certainly beat the hell out of the crappy full-size mattress she’s been using since middle school.
Leaning forward, she snagged the light blue bra off the back of the chair that sat in front of a rolltop desk, clasping it in front, then spinning it around her torso, tucking her 34B breasts inside, and sliding her arms thru the straps.
Scanning the room, her matching light blue panties were nowhere to be found.
“SHIT!” she said aloud, then covered her mouth to keep from waking anyone, the image from the night before, of Julie holding the panties in her hand while being fucked by King, flashed through her head.
“She can’t still have them, can she?” Michelle thought to herself, as she walked across the guest room, and opened the door a crack, peeking out into the dark living room. Confident that nobody else was awake, Michelle slipped out into the living room, in just her bra, hunting for the matching garment to her favorite Victoria’s Secret set.
She stood silently, staring at the spot in the middle of the living room, where everything took place just a few hours ago, and a shudder ran through her body. She looked on the fireplace hearth, the small table next to J.J.’s chair, the couch, but saw no trace of the powder blue bikinis.
Not one to easily give up, Michelle got on her hands and knees, and checked under the couch and J.J.’s chair, somewhat oblivious to the fact that except her bra, she was buck-ass naked. To see under the couch, she had to put the left side of her face on the floor, with her ass high in the air for balance, her arm sweeping under the couch in hopes of feeling the silky blue material.
What she felt, however, was something entirely different. In her determined search, she never heard King enter the room, until she felt his cold wet nose pushing into the crack of her ass, and his long, warm tongue swiping over her already wet pussy.
“KING! NO!” Michelle whisper-shouted, and quickly spun herself around, planting her ass on the living room carpet, and leaning back against the couch. This put her in a position of looking eye to eye with King, who was standing between her bent legs, with a somewhat sad expression on his face from being reprimanded.
“I’m sorry, buddy,” cajoled Michelle, rubbing his head and scratching behind his ears. His tail wagged at the change in tone and show of affection, and he licked her face, causing another shudder to run through Michelle’s body, as she thought about where that tongue has been.
That’s when she saw the light blue ball of fabric lying on the floor next to her. She picked it up and immediately felt the damp spot on the material, most likely from King carrying them out to her in his mouth. Then she saw the yellowish stains on the inside of the gusset and remembered Julie and King’s combined cum dripping onto the fabric, the previous night. While badly soiled, Michelle was very happy about finding her favorite panties and knew that it was nothing a good washing couldn’t fix.
“Good boy, King!” Michelle whispered enthusiastically. She leaned forward, and kissed King high on his snout, between his eyes, then held the top of his head against her chest and rubbed his belly. This is how Michelle has hugger her own dog since she was a little girl, and King seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Chico. What Michelle didn’t think about, however, is that she never hugged Chico like this while being mostly naked, the realization hitting her about the same time King’s long, wet tongue snaked out and swiped at her pussy again.
“Oh, you ARE a ‘knotty’ boy,” Michelle said with a giggle, trying to imitate J.J.’s Irish brogue while holding King’s head away from her crotch. “OK, boy, I got to get go…..HOLY SHIT!” Michelle exclaimed in another audible gasp, as she looked under King’s body to see his pink, thick, cock hanging fully out of his sheath, almost touching the floor.
Without thinking, Michelle reached out and put her hand around King’s throbbing member. Her first thought was how warm and hard it felt, and nothing like a human cock. “How in the hell did Julie take this whole thing last night?” Michelle thought, as her fingers parted when her fist moved over the thickest part of his shaft.
A warm, wet droplet of pre-cum hit Michelle’s forearm, which immediately transported her thoughts and sensations from seven years ago. “It’s ‘Mitchette’ all over again,” she said in a breathy, reminiscent tone, remembering the events that transpired the summer after her sophomore year in high school.
Keith Manuel was the crush of every girl in the school, including Michelle. A junior, and captain of the lacrosse team, Keith stood 6 foot 5 inches, with broad shoulders and a muscular chest, and a perennially sloppy mass of blonde curly hair on the top of his head. And if the rumors were to be believed, he was supposedly hung like a horse.
But apart from the Adonis physique, Keith was not your typical jock. He was a sensitive, caring individual, who interacted with the nerds, goths, and gearheads as easily and as often as he would with the jocks and cheerleaders.
Michelle and Keith both worked at the local cineplex and became fast friends. They shared mutual ball-busting and flirtatious innuendos to pass the boring periods when everyone was in the theaters watching the movies and then worked their tails off in between. As things progressed over the summer, they started going out, and Keith was always a gentleman.
Then came the night of July 31st. Keith would be going away to a two-week lacrosse camp the next morning, and Michelle knew this was probably the night they would take their relationship to a new level. After a great day of water skiing on the lake, and sitting around a bonfire on the beach, Keith offered to drive Michelle home, and they both climbed into his mother’s minivan.
Keith turned onto Michelle’s street, but drove past her house, and parked the van in the wooded area outside the playground at the end of Willow Drive. This was their favorite make-out spot, and they both eagerly climbed into the back.
Kissing lead to petting, and Keith moved his hand under Michelle’s sundress and started to rub her pussy through her panties. Previous attempts at this maneuver had always been thwarted by Michelle, but not on this night. She moaned into his mouth at his touch, and spread her legs a little wider, inviting him to continue.
Keith proceeded to rub her pussy and clit over the white cotton material, building up the courage to make his next move.
“Shit! Cramp!” Michelle said, as she broke the kiss and flexed and extended her left leg a few times, getting the blood flowing again. Keith prepared himself for the customary thwarting, but was surprised when Michelle pulled his face back to hers, and moved his hand back to her crotch, and said with a giggle, “now where were we?”
Keith took the advantage of the opportunity, and moved his hand under the waistband of her panties, over her brown, curly pubic hair, and his fingers found their way her moist pussy.
Michelle kissed Keith more passionately as he finger fucked her, adding his thumb to her clit for good measure. She rocked her hips with the motion of his probing fingers and bit down on his shoulder as she exploded in her first orgasm delivered by someone else’s hand.
While Michelle laid back, eyes closed, lost in post-orgasmic bliss, Keith quickly removed her panties, and unbuckled and lowered his pants and boxers, releasing his extremely hard cock.
Michelle opened her eyes at the sound of his zipper and stared in disbelief at the purple cyclops head, that was staring back at her with its one good eye. The rumors indeed were true, and from Michelle’s perspective, there were probably a few horses that wished they were hung like Keith. The veiny shaft was at least as big around as her wrist, and it appeared to hang down nearly to his knee.