The town of newport was like any other small town in america, quite, easy going, and best of all, everyone knew everyone. So when i moved to town, i was the center of attention.
My name is clarence, but everyone calls me chuck. I moved to newport a year ago from toronto, and it was a cultural shock. I was used to a big city environment. Newport was nothing like that. The biggest feature that the town could boast was a four way stop with a blinking red light. Hillbilly hell.
The house i moved into wasnt so bad. A simple two bedroom flat like place, with a nice bay window that had a beautiful view of the lake in the back. It took me a week to get all of my belongings from canada to newport, so it took me a bit to actually get to know the town. And by the time i did, winter had hit.
I remember the first time i first met my neighbors. An older couple, around my age of my parents. A knock on my door woke me from my nap. I had just finished putting up my christmas decorations. Up until this day, i had no idea i even had neighbors. Apparently the couple had took a retirement vacation london, and had just came back for christmas. I opened the door to the smell of a wonderful peach cobbler. A beautiful woman with blonde hair held it out to me and offered the biggest smile she could muster. Her husband was a big wall of a man, easily almost seven foot tall. He offered his hand, and as we shook, i realized he was missing his middle finger. His hat said vietnam.
I invited them in, asked them to ignore the mess, and offered them a drink. They introduced themselves as nancy and barney wyatt. The conversation soon turned to me. I told them my name, that i was twenty four year old canadian that moved to the south to become a doctor. Since i was alone down here, they invited me to come over christmas eve. The date my life changed was set.
Christmas eve with the wyatts was actually a great day. The dinner was amazing, i got to meet a whole bunch of interesting people. The to me, the party stopped when their daughter finally arrived.
What can be said about claire wyatt? One word. Damn. She looked alot like her mother, short, blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her sizable c cup and apple shaped ass was just the icing on the cake for the rest of her body. Washboard abs and hips just begging to be grabbed. A pure specimen of perfection. As claire walked in, her eyes locked on me. I was instantly lost in a sea of dark green, and at that moment, a feeling like never before came across me. I had no idea what i felt. But i knew at that point, if i really wanted to, i could fly.
Her mother must have noticed, because she approached me and whispered in my ear.
"Thats claire, my daughter. You two are about the same age. I suggest you go talk to her." I nodded, and made my way over to the most beautiful woman i have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. She saw me coming, and gave me a smile just as gorgeous as the one her mother gave me.
"Hi, im clarence. But you can call me chuck." Her smile broadened.
" im claire. You're the new guy in town right?" Great, news must travel fast in this town.
"Yea thats me, the canadian. Ive never seen you around. Do you live out of town?"
"I actually go to georgia state, im getting my nursing degree." The word ironic came to mind when she told me that.
"No way i start in january to get my dotrine. Thats such a coincidence." I noticed her attention wasnt on my words, but more of my physic. I wasnt a slouch by any means. I had played football for the cfl for two years as a running back. I was built, but mainly for running. Either way, it had ms. Claires attention.
"Hey, i have a question, can you show me your house?" I felt my heart and gear give a heavy thump. The look in her eyes was a challenge.
"Follow me maam."
As we entered the house, i couldnt help but feel how close behind me she was. It was almost like she wanted to be one being with me. I led her into the living room, and sat on the couch to remove my boots. Much to my suprise, claire strattled me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. She tasted like lavender and honeysuckle. It was delictable. She pulled away, and without a word, got on her knees in front of me. Never breaking eye contact, she undid my belt and pulled my pants off. As she undid my underwear, my dick sprung free and git her right in the mouth. I had to surpress a laugh at her shocked look. Looking her im the eye was a massive eight inch cock, and from the look on her face, she had never seen one this big
"Um, im a virgin." She said this as her cheeks turned pink. It was cute.
"Thats ok, ill be easy." She smiled, nodded, and in one swoop, took my entire cock deep her thoat. A wave of ecstasy flew over me. She sucked like her life depended on it. Ten minutes later, i filled her mouth full of hot, thick cum. She swallowed all of it, and started to undress. What a site it was. Her large breasts were capped with large pink nipples, and a trail of blonde ran from her pussy. Her pussy was so wet, it was dripping onto my carpet. I beckoned her to me, and pulled her to me. I rubbed the head of my cock, fully erect now, across her lips. She sighed and threw her head back. She slowly pushed her pussy onto me, and yhe tughtness was thrilling. As i reached her hymen, she slammed down, and screamed in agony. After she calmed herself, she began to bounce, working my cock in her. I felt bad for the two inches that couldnt make it in, because she was pure bliss on the inside. We began to fuck harder, and wave after wave of orgasms ripped though her. She got off me, down on the flior, and wiggled her ass at me. I took the invitation with no hesitation. I got behind her, lined myself up, and plunged into her. I used her hips to push her into me. I banged and banged her on my floor, and i felt mysrlf about to come. I pulled out of her, and shot stream after stream of my cum onto her face and tits. I colapsed onto the floor next to her. After she cleaned herself up, she curled up against me.
"Merry christmas chuck"
"Merry christmas claire"
