York PA, 1974

[George22301]

Her breathtaking beauty, lying sweaty and naked in the back of my van, a line of men waiting to enjoy her smiling breasts and willing hips, this was the woman I wanted to marry. I played my harmonica outside. It gave me great joy to hear her moaning all night long. God how I loved her, even as she opened to enjoy every single man. Her pretty eyes crying in gratitude, her voice moaning in joy, all night long, her sweat and tears filled me with happiness and pride. The woman I loved swam in ecstasy with 15 men that night. Her men and I waiting our turn under the stars. We could see her soul a flying flame through the sounds of her pleasure, intensity and joy. Through her eyes, we saw freedom, and the relief from fear. It was ok to love her. She loved each of them. This was hers to enjoy. This fuck feast of pleasure I gave her, and she gave me. Her thighs, a gateway to heaven, so graciously she opened for these men. And I was so proud of her for saying yes to outdoors dance. A fuck feast for her to enjoy. A wonderful rebellion for us to enjoy. My precious. My bride. My dream. A true story. We were 16, and she was gorgeous. The other guys were 18-22, with big cocks. I loved them all, because they ade my baby cry with pleasure all night long.