Fenced
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Chapter 19: Barry
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 19: Barry - Longtime friends Barry and Larry are on the back porch after (high) school with their laptops. Is that homework on their screens? The hot young widow next door sees repetitive motions through their fence's knot hole, and videos them. Maybe she can offer something non-electronic for their laps, hmm? When she's done, those 2 guys and their 2 girlfriends have poked through their first fence line to adulthood and found love.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime School Sharing Incest Mother Son Cousins Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Facial Petting Nudism
Barry and Lonnie were on the lookout, but the three assholes had been expelled and never returned to Morehead High. If they had come back, they would have been lucky to survive undamaged. Arlene was disgusted when they eventually sentenced to only a few days of jail time, credited from when they were originally arrested.
Barry’s parents, Betsy and George, were older. They decided to downsize and move to a retirement condo. Selling their paid-off house for a premium price provided Barry with extra money to live on and for college. With their permission he moved in with Hera.
The school district settled with Larry (and Arlene since Larry was still a minor) for $90,000. The settlement was put into reserve for his college costs.
At Hera’s. Barry was content. He enjoyed his time playing football, but knew he had no chance to play at the college level, so he kept up with his grades. He wanted to go to the university and was considering skipping his senior year to do so early.
Meanwhile, Hera couldn’t keep her hands off him. His new muscles (from football) just inflamed her lust. In their quieter times, Hera talked about her previous life.
“When Mike and I met, I was just out of high school and was already working in a diner. He was obviously attracted to me, which didn’t surprise me. Ever since I developed and got these curves, I was getting hit on all the time. Mostly by losers being lewd and crude.
“Mike was different. I saw his eyes on me, but he was always respectful and gracious. And, funny! God, he had me in stitches every time we got together. I really forgot that he was a lot older. I mean, I was 20, he looked in his early 30’s. I only found out later he was actually 43.
“We always had fun together. And then we were kissing. Oh, he was spectacular at kissing. I’m getting wet right now just remembering him. The thing was, he never pushed me, he let things happen at my pace. And that was so different, compared to my earlier life.
“Which we are NOT going to talk about, Barry. As far as you and I are concerned, I arrived on this planet in a flying saucer when I was 19 years old with no past, just looking to the future.
“When I realized that he and I were ready and waiting, I jumped him. He was like a kid at Christmas, unwrapping his favorite present. Everything he did that night was for my pleasure, he said. That’s the way it was, for several nights. Finally, I put my foot down. I made him submit to a blow job.
“And when he was ready again, I made him get on top and pound me like a crazed beast. When we were done, lying there all sweaty, he asked, ‘Is it always going to be this good?’ I said, no. He looked sad. Then I told him, ‘It will only get better from here, I promise.’
“I moved in with him then. And, we were so happy together that we flew to Las Vegas and got married. He had some money inherited from his parents and we bought this house as a foreclosure for such a low price that we didn’t need a mortgage, a loan.
“I just need to pay taxes and keep the place fixed up, Barry, which I can manage on my income. That’s why I can have you here as my non-renting boy toy, hooray. No, shush, I know you have money from your parents now, but we can talk about that later.
“Let me finish, please. Mike and I were really happy together. We didn’t worry about anything, we had enough income to live on, with our jobs. We talked about having kids, but I wasn’t seeming to ‘catch.’ Eventually, I went to the gynecologist.
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