Bad Day in Toulary, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Bad Day in Toulary, Chapter 1

Saturday morning dawns bright and clear in the small town of Toulary. Vance Traynor stands on his front porch, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He sits the coffee on the table by the porch swing and goes down the steps to retrieve the morning paper. He sees a sharp looking blue Ford pickup parked in front of his house. Hearing his name, he looks around to see his best friend and neighbor, Tyler Wisdole. "Good morning Vance, I thought you were going to spend the night at the lake and catch some fish." "I had good intentions, but the weather up at the lake was looking bad. So the boat is still hooked up on the truck in the back yard." "Can't blame you there, Van. Maybe next weekend I'll go with you. Did Sara tell you they won the championship in their bowling league last night?" "She sent me a text message last night that they won. Said they were all going up to Rowdy's Country Klub to celebrate. I was going to wait up for her, but got sleepy and went to bed about twelve. I thought one of the girls maybe had to much beer and stayed the night. That must be her truck out there. They are crashed in the spare bedroom." Tyler scratches his head, "Wonder why Vickie didn't go? She got home a little before eleven. I saw that truck out there earlier and wondered about it. It belongs to Simon Cole, he works graveyard up at the mill. He's one of the cowboy wannabe's that hangs out at Rowdy's place." Vance Traynor is thirty years old, six foot tall, one hundred ninety pounds, brown ...

... hair and blue eyes. His wife of four years, Sara, is five foot six, hundred thirty pounds, and stacked in all the right places. Long blonde hair hangs to her waist and she has big brown eyes that look like melted chocolate. Fun loving and a bit outspoken at times, very pretty and seemingly horny most of the time. Vance's face turns serious, "Okay Ty, I'll talk to you later, tell Vickie I said congratulations." Walking back into the house, Vance moves quietly down the long hall. He hears voices coming from the spare bedroom. The door is closed but Sara's voice can be heard. "Dammit Simon you have to pull out, you didn't put a condom on. I told you I'm not protected." A man's voice then, "Uh, shit, too late babe I'm cumming." There are sounds of a struggle, the bed bouncing and hitting the wall. Then Sara cries out, "Oh damn, I'm cumming too, don't stop now, oh yes, god you are so big, ugh uh, ow, geez don't you ever get soft? Stop for a minute you beast, let me rest." Outside the door Vance turns pale, his hands trembling as he eases the door open slightly and looks in. Sara is on her back with her legs wrapped around Simon's hips, her arms outstretched grabbing and jerking at the sheets. Her mouth open, gasping for breath, as Simon viciously pounds into her slippery tunnel. She cries out and struggles to push him off as she feels another gush of warm semen flooding her vagina. She groans, her legs flailing up and down, her body shaking as a violent orgasm rips through her, then ...