The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 05

... hometown.

He tried to figure out the reason for the trip, then scoffed thinking of his trysts with Daisy Mae and Honey. The newly christened stud started to figure that maybe Renee was passing him around as he recalled what he thought was a joke on her part as they neared the end of their journey. In exchange for a bit of honesty, Renee mentioned that she would let him fuck Honey as a reward. It seemed like a joke.

But he ended up screwing the stuffing out of the backwoods wild child before things went off the rails.

He thought it was a dream of sorts, confused at the timeline intermingled with his sexual run-ins with Daisy Mae. He'd been with both of the downhome Kelly women with extreme prejudice. The images of the three women left him disoriented as he stood up walking back to the fireplace mantle taking in the family tree in its entirety. Daisy Mae's framed visage was the only one without an accompanying photo.

"Huh?" Jaquan was distracted by the sound of a mower glancing over finding the front door ajar. It faced out towards the open yard and there was some movement out front. He found himself drawn to the weathered doorframe peering out into the front yard finding some old man in a dingy Longjohn shirt and denim overalls pushing a vintage gas-powered mower. The guy's back was facing Jaquan.

"Oh, is you leaving already baby?" Jaquan looked back, finding Daisy Mae standing near the couch wearing his shirt, which did nothing to hide her bare mound nestled ...

... deep between her luscious thighs. It looked as if she'd just emerged from a shower with her shaggy head of dark, brownish curls radiating from her roundish face, exotic eyes and all. It reminded him of Honey's bushy mane as he stared back.

"I uh, heard something."

"Well, you might wanna put on a pair of trousers if you're gonna go talking to Mister Wilson; he uhm, might take it the wrong way." Daisy Mae was smiling with a twinkle in her eye as he looked down at his bare feet, then back finding her walking over to join him. He could see her hard nips pressing against the damp tank top covering her torso. There was nothing threatening in her manner, which was alarming.

"That's my shirt."

"Yes, it is baby, kind of a family tradition...well, at least the womenfolk anyway. For as long as I can remember it was all about "Give something, get something" Jaquan. Sorry, old habits die hard; you don't like the way I look in it?" Daisy Mae stopped short at his side gesturing towards herself while nibbling the pointer finger of her other hand, staring.

"No, it's not that, uhm; it's just my shirt." Jaquan sounded unsure of himself.

"Want me to take it off?" She casually grabbed the hem of her shirt raising it exposing her slightly doughy tummy. His eyes were fixed on it and the triangular patch of light brown curls on her mound.

"Yeah, I mean...No!! I uh, don't..." Daisy Mae grinned using the pilfered shirt to flash him, raising it exposing a boob for an instant before ...