Ramona

When:  April 1982

Status:  Boyfriend

Occupation:  Medical/pharmaceutical research

Meetings:  10

Age:  21

Quotable:  "Pot, sex, beer....makes for a great night."

Okay, so we've covered Erica, Brenda, Genevieve, Lana, Pilar, and Trish. 

Yeah, Brindlewood was a good, good place for your favorite poacher, both woman-wise and money-wise. 

So now we're up to Ramona, the girl I poached soon after my fun with Lana.  Yeah, I was on a hot streak, because there were others outside of Brindlewood I was having fun with as well.  But we're focusing on the Brindlewood girls for now.

Ramona was a cool chick.  I first met her not long after starting to do jobs at Brindlewood with Jim.  She was 17 when I first met her and was just about to graduate from high school.  She dropped by and would talk to Jim and I whenever we were around for a few minutes.  So I got to know her a little over the summer of 79 before she left to go to attend Baylor University.

Whenever she'd come back on breaks or for the holidays, she'd always find us and hang out for a bit while we worked.

This girl was smart.  Straight-A, advanced college prep classes smart.  Taking college courses early smart.  Graduating from Baylor University early smart.  

What I'm trying to say is that this girl was pretty smart.

So in April of 1982 (the same month I had a great time with Lana), Ramona--who had just graduated from Baylor--came home to spend a couple of weeks with her parents before starting her new job at a pharmaceutical company (she majored in biochemistry).

So I was toiling away on another mobile home for Don, rehabbing it so he could rent it out and heard a knock on the door (which was open anyway).

I thought it was actually Pilar, but turned around and got a nice surprise when I saw Ramona.  She came over and gave me a hug.

"How you doing, Ryan?"
"Great.  Great to see you again!"
"You too!"
"What are you doing here?  No school?"
"All done.  Wrapped up my final course, just a lab class, and got on a plane to visit Mom and Dad."
"You're moving back, right?"
"Nah."
"Oh come on."

She laughed.

"No....starting a job in a couple of weeks.  Acme Pharmaceuticals.  Staying in Texas."
"That sucks.  I'm not happy for you at all."
"Liar."
"Okay, a little.  Still have that boyfriend?"
"Eric?  Yeah.  It's not going anywhere, though.  So who knows for how long....  Maybe I'll just stick to girls for awhile when I get back."

Yeah, bisexual.  And open about it. 

"So you can go out on a date with me while you're out here."
"Okay."

The look of shock on my face amused her.

"Oh, but it'll cost you."

I knew what THAT meant.  Ramona worked hard and played hard, to spout out a cliche..  And she loved to light up a joint now and then.  But Ramona was always smart regarding fun.  She had been sexually active since she was 13, was a pot smoker, liked to drink and generally have fun.  But she never let her fun take over.  She didn't overindulge.  And when she did indulge, she was smart about it.

"Fine.  I'll have sex with you."
"Uh, I was talking about...."

She took a hit off of an imaginary joint.

"Not that I'm ruling anything out."
"No problem.  I can pony up as much as you like.  Aren't you worried about being tested, though?"
"No.  Already took the piss test and passed it.  And I can get that shit out of my system in just a few hours anyway.  Biochemistry teaches you a lot of things."
"Okay.  When?"
"Tonight.  Mom and Dad have to fly to New York on some business shit.  Some emergency or whatever.  Who knows when they'll be back.  Typical.  At least I got to visit with them for a couple of days."

Business emergencies are great for poachers!

Ramona's parents were always really nice to me, and were really good to Ramona and her older sister Jasmine as well.  But they weren't really into parenting all that much and as Ramona had explained to me on a couple of occasions, Jasmine raised her as much, if not more, than her parents did.  But she still loved them.

Financially, the two were always taken care of.  Both had their own off-campus apartments in great areas near their colleges.  Tuition was taken care of as well.  Luckily, both sisters had great heads on their shoulders and knew not to go Girls Gone Wild while in college.  At this time, I believe Jasmine was actually in medical school.  

"Cool.  Have the place to myself for who knows how long.  When you wrap up, come up."
"Tell you what.  Let's make it around six?  I have to pick up some, uh, currency, to pay you."
"Okay.  I already got the beer.  I'll order some pizza when you get back."

"Yeah, she'll be getting a large one tonight." 
"Shuddup."
"I hope she wants one with extra sausage!"

"Okay, that was funny."

Around 4:30, I wrapped up for the day, drove home, showered, collected some, uh, "currency", and drove back to Brindlewood, parking in a space next to the pool area.

I got to Ramona's and she met me at the door, wearing tight gym shorts that rode up her ass to the point that it was hanging out and a white tank top with no bra.

I was still in a bit of disbelief that I was getting a shot at Ramona.

She led me into the living room and turned around and laid a huge kiss on me, shoving her tongue into my mouth.

"Take your shorts off and sit down."

I did as ordered and watched Ramona kneel down between my legs.

She had my hard cock in her hand and laughed and said, "You know the old saying.  Good girls spit, bad girls swallow.  I'm a bad girl."

Ramona lowered her head onto my cock and started sucking me off, with her hand sliding up and down my cock.  The sensation was insane.  A few minutes later I was groaning and blowing my load into her mouth.

Ramona swallowed every bit, and then looked up and smiled.  Then she grabbed her Corona and down the remaining half of the bottle.

Time to frisk Ramona.

"Pretty good, yeah?"
"Oh yeah."
"So watcha got for me?"
"Plenty.  But I think you're referring to some smoking material?"
"I am."

I grabbed my briefcase and opened it.

"What the fuck, honey?  You a dealer?"

And that was a semi-serious question.  And rightly so.

Remember, Lana had royally set me up with a LOT of her, uh, product.  And I had a lot of different varieties to choose from, thanks to her.

So I basically explained the whole Lana story to her.  I left out the parts where she gave me two thousand bucks and that engagement ring, with the diamond worth 14,000 bucks.

Yeah, I just can't say that enough.

But the sex and pot, and Lana dealing it?  That I mentioned.

"Fuck.  LANA?  Dealing?"
"Uh huh.  Just pot."

She paused for a moment.

"What was she like?  In bed?"
"Amazing."

Another pause.

"I had a thing for her.  Can't stand Jack-Ass.  But her, she was hot.  I had a lot of dirty thoughts about us together.  Was she shaved?"
"Nope."
"So....how, where did she get into dealing?"

So I went on to tell her the backstory of how Lana got involved with it.

"Amazing.  Where'd she grow it?"
"You know that old abandoned greenhouse by the ravine?"
"No way.  Really?"
"Yeah.  When she left last month, we chucked the remaining plants into the ravine."

We went out to the back porch and sat down.  I took out a couple of pre-rolled joints and handed one to Ramona.  We lit up and started toking.  And in a few minutes we were feeling good.  Really good.

We were pretty toasted when Ramona smiled and looked at me.

"Gonna order some pizzas."

She came back and sat down and we continued our consumption of Mother Earth's most enjoyable plant.  At one point Ramona got up and went back in and came out in a robe and nothing else.

"Just getting relaxed," she said with a laugh.  She sat down on the couch and said, "They're busy.  Should take forty five minutes to get here."

Forty five minutes, huh?

I was rock hard again and got up and knelt down between her legs.  She looked down and smiled.  I spread her legs wide and started going down on her.  She spread her legs even further as I continued to get her wetter and wetter.  She was breathing deeply with a smile on her face.  Soon I had her groaning and she was cumming.

After she came, she laid down on the couch and spread her legs again.

"I'm on the pill, honey."

I mounted her and slid my cock inside of her wet pussy.  She moaned and said, "Hard and fast."

I obliged her, pumping my cock in and out her hard and fast.  Ramona was a talker during sex, and I was treated to cries of "fuck me hard," and "pound me," and other similar sentiments.

After several minutes of fast-and-furious fucking, Ramona's body stiffened.  I heard her say, "Oh shit yes!  I'm cumming!  Cum with me Ryan!"  

As she was cumming, I unloaded into her.  We were lying there looking at each other an dsmiling.

"Fuck that was great!"  I nodded in agreement.

We were laying down on the couch kissing and rubbing our hands over each other when we heard a car pull into the carport.

"Oh shit.  Totally forgot about the pizzas....."

Yeah, pot will fuck you up.

I got up and went into the hallway while Ramona cinched up her robe and grabbed some money.  She paid for the pizzas and we sat down to eat.

We were so afflicted by the pot-induced munchies, we knocked off one of the large pizzas off in a matter of minutes.  We were in full glutton mode.  

At one point, as we were scarfing, Ramona looked up, sauce on her face, and said "Oink!  Oink!"

Of course, that just cracked us up for several minutes.  Yeah, pot will do that to you.

We smoked some more pot, drank more beer, and fucked a few more times that night before finally passing out.  

I woke up around 9 the next morning.  I had to get back to work on that mobile home.  I trudged to the bathroom, went to the medicine cabinet and took some aspirin and then climbed into the shower.  I took my time, letting the hot water help me get rid of a lot of my hangover.  

I put on some fresh jeans and t-shirt after drying off.  Ramona was still asleep, so I figured I'd just let her sleep.  I grabbed a can of Coke and chomped down a piece of room-temperature pizza.  Under the circumstances, it wasn't bad.  I was so dehydrated though, that I not only downed the first can of Coke, but another as well.  

I made my way to the unit and started doing the prep work for painting the interior.  I was moving slowly, but my headache was subsiding, and I was grateful for that.  Around noon, I had finished painting the trim in the mobile home.  I also noticed that I was getting hungry.  

I was also getting a little concerned about Ramona.  I didn't have a key to her place, though.  Nor did I have her number.  As I was trying to figure out if I should go knock on the door and risk waking her up, she made the choice for me.

She popped in the door.  She was fine.  And in better shape than I was.

"Hey!  You look like shit!"

"Thank you for your concern, Ramona."

She laughed.  

"How you feeling, babe?"
"Actually, much better than a few hours ago."
"Good.  Thanks for letting me sleep."
"I figured why should both of us suffer?"

She smiled and walked out to the porch and came right back in.  With some In N' Out.

"Thanks!  You're the best temporary girlfriend ever!"
"I know!  I'm awesome!"

"Double-double with cheese, plain!  You remembered!"

"Yeah, yeah.....you're a freak.  Plain cheeseburgers.....weird...."

I didn't care if she mocked me.  I was dining on In 'N Out, a double-double with fries and a large Coke.  Meanwhile, Ramona was eating hers, as they say, "animal style" (with everything). 

My delicious lunch had wiped away any lingering effects of the night before.  I was back at full strength.  Well, maybe 90 percent.   

"So you wanna do it again tonight?  Maybe go a little easier on the booze, but...."

"Yeah.  Let me run home, grab some more currency, and we'll have some more fun."

"How bout we have some more fun now?"

"Well....if you insist...."

"Oh hey....talked to Eric this morning....we made the breakup official."

"I'm....sorry?"

"Don't be.  I think he was into another chick.  We're cool.  There's a cute girl I'm gonna ask out when I get back.  Hope it isn't the same one!"

I laughed.  

"So how does this work?  Boy the girl then boy then girl?"

"Kinda!"

Then she smiled at me and crawled over to me and started kissing me.  After we made our for a few minutes, she pulled away from me.

"Hey....how, uh....wild do you like to get?"

"Depends.  You're not talking whips and chains, right?"

"NO!  Just....wondering....you, uh, ever do, you know, anal?"

"Yeah.  And I'm pretty good at it."

"Yeah?"
"Yeah."

Ramona then reached into the pocket of her shorts and produced some lube.

"Right now?"
"Yah huh."

Yes, remove those pesky panties.

So we went into the bedroom and stripped down.  

And now you're probably thinking, "But Ryan....weren't you worried about Pilar?  She was always dropping in on you."  Okay, maybe you're not thinking that.  But I'll respond anyway.

Pilar didn't know what unit I was working on.  I had parked my car in a common parking area that day.  I didn't want to deal with her while I was hungover.  And my attention at that time was focused on Ramona.

So Ramona and I started making out and then got on the follow.  We laid side by side and got into a 69.  Ramona worked hard--and succeeded--at waking up a groggy Mr. Happy.  And I worked hard--and succeeded--at making Ramona climax again.

After Ramona came, we untangled ourselves and I had her lie down on her stomach.  I then spread her ass and started rimming her.

"Oh fuck.  You gotta be kidding me...."

I spent a couple of minutes on that particular task and then took the lube and did the necessary preparations for some anal sex.  With Mr. Happy and Ramona's asshole lubed up, and guided him in slowly.

By now you know my routine.  Advance, retreat, advance, retreat, etc...   Ramona was groaning.  She loved it.

When I was all the way in, we shifted to lying on our sides.  I told Ramona that she was in control and that I would go as fast or slow as she wanted.  She was playing with her pussy and said, "Just a little faster."

I complied and took long strokes in and out of her tight ass while she continued to rub her pussy.  

"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah."

Several minutes later, we were both getting close to cumming.  Ramona was incredible.  She was grinding her ass into my cock and was driving me crazy. 

Soon I heard Ramona moaning.  Hearing her cum sent me over the edge and I unloaded my cum into her tight ass.  

I pulled out and Ramona rolled over and we kissed.  

"Awesome."
"I agree."

Ramona got up and got dressed.  

"Hey, I gotta run some errands, visit a couple of friends.  8 work for you?"

"See you then."

She took off and I--always being prepared, went to my car (after getting dressed, of course) and retrieved my emergency kit, which contained fresh clothes, a towel, soap, and other essentials.  

I then took a nice shower and then got back to work.  

I would go on to hook up with Ramona several more times the next two weeks, although we didn't hit the pot and booze every time, and when we did, we didn't go as hard as we did the first night.  Ramona was a great girl.

A couple of weeks after she got to California, she was headed back to Texas.  I wouldn't see her again for a couple of years when she visited with her new husband.  We didn't talk much, just caught up a little.  She and her husband were living and working in Minnesota at that point and she was starting work on her Master's degree.  

Such a slacker.

So that's the story of Ramona.  But I wasn't quite done with the women of her family.

I think in literary circles, that last statement is referred to as "foreshadowing"--although referring to this blog as "literature" is a bit of a stretch.  As in one foot in LA and the other in Tokyo kind of stretch.

But if there's one thing I want all of you reading this blog to remember, it's this:  I'M FUCKING HAMSTER!

DO DA DIPPITY!

For Ramona's pictures, click here (hamster members only).

Pilar

February 1982 to June 1985

Status:  Married 2 years (second marriage), no kids.

Occupation:  Event Planner

Meetings:  Lost count

Age:  32

Quotable:  "I admit it.  I love younger guys!"

Yes, and Pilar loved me.  

Mua-ha-ha.

Pilar was a kinda/sorta employee of Don's.  A kinda/sorta employee like yours truly.

Allow me to explain.

Pilar was actually self-employed.  She was a corporate event planner.  And Don hired her to pretty much run whatever events he held at Brindlewood.  These, of course, were social events, not corporate events, but Don did everything first-class, and the community parties at Brindlewank were certainly no exception.

Pilar, of course, did events in Los Angeles, Orange County, and the Inland Empire (especially around the hotels surrounding the Ontario International Airport.)   

I actually first met her not long after I started working for Bob.  Jim and I actually rehabbed her mobile home.  She was super cool and very friendly.  The second I laid eyes on her, I wanted to get something straight between us.

Of course, that's my usual reaction when I see any attractive woman. 

Okay, this is some background on her.  This is just information I gleaned over the course of our relationship.

Pilar was 32 when we met and was born in Mexico City.  She had dual citizenship (her father was from the United States and her mother was from Mexico.)  She spent her early childhood in Mexico before her parents moved back up to the states (they moved to Oceanside, north of San Diego).

She attended San Diego State and then worked a couple of years in San Diego at XYZ corporation in their human resources department.  About a year after joining XYZ, she met her first husband at work.

About a year and a half after they got married, he was transferred to their office in LA (he was an accountant).  Pilar decided to quit (there was no job for her in LA) and went back to school to get her MBA at USC.  

After getting her MBA, Pilar took a recruiting job in Los Angeles.  She and her first husband were there for four years.  And then the bottom dropped out of their marriage.

Pilar was caught having an affair.  Her husband forgave her and they went to counseling and seemed to have worked through it.  Then....

Yeah, Pilar had another affair, and that was that.  Actually, FOUR more affairs.  All with younger guys.  Her first hubby only knew about the two, though, thankfully.

She moved out of their apartment and received a job transfer to the Inland Empire.  She was working and living in San Dimas when she met Fuckhead Mark.  They moved to Brindlewood after getting married.  Not long after that, she started her own business.

So there's some basic background.

Pilar and her husband, Mark (fuck you, dickhead), lived in one of the northernmost areas in Brindlewood.  The part of the park they lived in still--at that time--didn't have a lot of mobile homes.

This is important.  Nah.  Notable.  Yeah, that.

The reason why it was important notable is that Pilar ran her bidness from home.  Now, if you recall in the Brenda entry, I mentioned how small her mobile home was.  That one was a holdover from before Don bought the place in 1974.

Well, there was another very small mobile home, around 550 square feet, that was also a holdover.  The people renting it moved out and it was vacant  So in January of 1982, Pilar went to Don and asked if she could rent it, and if they could put it in their backyard.

Pilar and her husband (fuck you, dick), actually had a decent-sized lot.  Their prefab was decked the fuck out and one of the nicest places there.  

Since that particular area wasn't all that congested, Don said sure.  Really, it was the size of a large shed, anyway.  So it was moved into their backyard and all hooked up to power and water and all that.  I think Don and Pilar split the cost on this, but I'm not sure.  And there actually might not have been any cost.  When Don bought the place, the units were stacked in so tightly, that a small unit might have already been close to or even on where Pilar's backyard was currently.

Who knows?  

But leave it to Don.  Of course he said yes.  He would not only pick up extra rent from Pilar, but when they left, he could rent those two units as a package deal and really jack the price up (and trust me, when that day came, that's just what he did).

Anyway, Pilar's future office needed--guess what?  Some fixin' up.   

Pilar wanted it decked out, really fine and was willing to pay for it.  So she asked Don for much it would cost.  So Bob drove over, and we looked through it and gave her an estimate.  

Bob gave her the number and without a beat, she said okay almost immediately.  And Bob turned to me and asked how long I needed.

"A week, max."
"Awesome!"

So the next day, I got to work.

Really, it just needed some paint, tiles, new carpet, and new skirting.  I started on a Tuesday and by Saturday, I was finishing up painting the interior.

When I got there, Pilar came out and met me.

"Hey, sweetie."
"Hi Pilar."
"Don't get too close.  I'm sick.  I'm just going to head back to bed.  You need anything, just help yourself."
"What?  You just gave me the coronavirus?  BITCH!  Da fuck dat about??????"

Uh....okay....okay....

"Thanks, Pilar.  When you feel better, I'll stick my tongue up your ass and give you a rectal orgasm."
"I'D LOVE THAT!"

Hehehehehehe.....Sorry.  I'll be good.

"Thanks, Pilar.  Hope you feel better."
"Thanks, sweetie."

Better?

Anyway, I had been there a whole fifteen minutes, prepping the place for painting, when her shithead husband came in.

"Hey, you're not going to make too much noise are you?"
"No, I bought the quiet paint.  Two extra bucks per gallon."

That wasn't appreciated.  But I didn't appreciate his comment, either.  So we were even.  Of course, Mark wanted to continue the dick wagging contest.

"Because my wife is sick.  And I need her to get some rest."
"I'm aware.  I've already talked to her.  Surprisingly, she still wants her office finished, especially since I bought the magic paint."

We went back and forth for a few minutes and he left a little--a lot--annoyed, which made me a very happy mobile home renovator.  

This wasn't the first time we had, uh, agreed to disagree.  He was, and probably still is, an insufferable asshole.  I had run into him at some park events, and motherfucker, what a arrogant snob.  He WAS a smart guy, for sure.  Worked as an aerospace engineer at Aerojet in Azuza (about a thirty, forty minute drive from Brindlewood.)  But he was an asshole.

This wasn't about, hey, don't touch my wife.  This was, kiss my ass, I'm better than you, so I'm going to give you a little shit just to remind you, you blue collar POS.  

So needless to say, I loved throwing his shit right back in his bitch face.

By the way, had he pulled this shit on Bob, he would have ended up drinking his morning coffee through his asshole after Bob relocated his face.  And this probably would have been fine with Don, who couldn't stand Mark either.

Around two, Pilar--and her wonderful ass and tits--came into her new office.

"This looks so good!"
"I'm glad you like it."
"I do!"
"Feeling better?"
"MUCH.  Thank you."

A few seconds later, she smiled,  and said, "Quiet paint, huh?"

"Yeah.  It didn't wake you up, did it?"
"No......no, it didn't."
"So it worked."
"Yeah....sorry......sometimes my husband'ssssssss....."

She didn't finish.  She didn't need to.

"So, this should be finished today.  When you moving your stuff in?"
"Monday.  Let it air out and everything."
"I have a quick job up here on Monday.  Just some painting.  How about I come up when I'm done and we'll get you all set up.  No charge."
"Thank you.  I'd appreciate it.  I'll even supply lunch.  Pizza?"
"Sounds good."

She leaned in and gave me a tight hug.  

"I'll keep an eye out for when you're done and come back out to say goodbye."

And then she kissed me on the cheek and left.

So much for not getting close.  A tight hug and a kiss.  It was worth the risk.

I didn't mind donating an hour or two of free labor for her.  I had always liked her, loved leering at appreciating her body, and enjoyed her company.  And the fact that I knew she'd tell Fuckface that I'd be helping her was icing on the cake.

So on Monday, I was knocking out a quick job after one of my classes.  I had just met Paula and was working on getting her into the sack.  I was making progress, the outlook was great, and I was in a terrific mood.  And I was flying through the job.

Around noon, Pilar walked in.

"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey.  I thought I was going to meet you up at your place."
"Just driving by....saw your car, thought I'd say hi."

Interesting, considering that the unit I was working on was on the opposite end of the park  from her place--and on a completely different street......

"So, hi!"
"Hi Pilar."
"When you're done, just come on up."
"Okay."


She gave me another hug and kiss, rubbing my back a little as she did.  

A night out at the Buffalo Inn.

Needless to say, I found all of this a bit odd.  My poacher radar had never really picked up any serious signals on her poachability.  I immediately dialed up the radar's sensitivity a couple of clicks in case PIlar was indeed interested in a ride on the Ryan Railway.

That radar is a tricky tool.  Set too low, you miss out on possible poaches.  Set too high, you think EVERY lady is poachable.  


It's all about balance.

Anyway....

I worked for another hour or so--and I had to force myself to do even that--before I packed up.  I knew that I could wrap up the job the next day, anyway.

I drove up to Pilar's place, parked my car in a common parking area, and walked into her backyard.  I saw some furniture on her patio.  I walked up to her office and went in.

"Pilar?"
"Hey sweetie!"

I turned around and saw Pilar in a white tank top and some very short-shorts.

"Hey, how you doing?"
"Great now that my helper's here."

"I'd like to help her cum."

"Shuddup, idiot."

"So is that everything?" I asked, motioning to the back patio.

"That's it!"

"See any vibrators?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Pilar and I started moving her furniture into her new office.  Most of it went in pretty easily, although her desk was a bit tricky, due to its size.  But we got it through the door.

She started setting up her desk and work area while I lugged in a few more items of necessity--television, radio, a few lamps.

I put the television on its stand when she asked me, "So sweetie, how old are you again?"

"18. 19 next month."
"Nice.  Girlfriend?"
"No."

I didn't know how to react to that "nice" comment, so I was kind of glad she moved onto asking if I had a girlfriend.

"Hey, one more thing?"
"Sure."
"Could you help me with that?", she said, pointing towards the porch.

"That" was a queen bed and box springs.

"Sure.  Why do you need a bed in here?"
"Sometimes a girl needs a nap."

Okay.

I went and got the bed frame and assembled it.  Then we set the box springs in and went and topped them off with the mattress.

Then I helped her actually make the bed.

Pilar flopped onto the bed, and patted the mattress.

"Care to join me, sweetie?"

I started to get on the bed when she smiled and said, "Nooooooo......"

"No?"
"Shirt off, shorts off."

Needless to say, I was rock hard.  I had been pretty much the whole time, looking at Pilar's shorts riding halfway up her ass and her big tits in that tank top.

Pilar stood up and pulled off her top and unhooked her bra.

"You think I haven't noticed that?", she said, pointing at my hard cock.

Well, no denying the obvious.

"Well, considering how hot you look, can you blame me?"
"Of course not."

Pilar pointed at the bed.  I laid down on my back and Pilar crawled onto the bed.

She smiled as I looked down at her.  She then lowered her mouth down and started sucking my cock.  I groaned and she wrapped her hand around my cock, jerking me as she was sucking.

She then pivoted around so her legs were straddling my face.  I leaned up a bit and started licking her wet pussy, pushing my tongue in and out.  

It didn't take long before Pilar was cumming

After she came, she got up, laughed, said, "Fuck," and crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling me.  

She put the head of my cock into her pussy and eased all the way down.

"Feel good, sweetie?"
"Oh yeah."

She rocked back and forth for a few minutes and then leaned forward and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth.  We kissed for a few minutes, as she repeatedly lifted and lowered her pussy onto my cock.

Pilar was groaning, moving up and down faster and harder.  I was sucking on and licking her pierced nipples, which made her groan even more.  After several minutes, Pilar let out an "Oh fuck!!!!" and came.

"You like my pussy, sweetie?"
"Love it."
"Yeah, it's mutual."

I was rock hard, and still inside of her, but Pilar had stopped fucking me.  She was just catching her breath.  I was in no hurry.

"So you every fuck a married chick before?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah.  I believe it."

She kissed me again.

"What about anal?  Ever do that?"
"Yeah."
"You good at it?"
"Great."

She laughed. 

"Love the confidence."

She got off me and went to her purse.  I had a nice view of her ass and pussy as she bent down and pulled something out of her purse.  

It was a bottle of lube.

I was still on my back, my cock so hard I could use it at the batting cages, and she smiled and said, "We're not going to do this every time, just once in a while.  Like every fourth or fifth time....depending on how often we get together, of course.  I'm thinking it's going to be a lot."

I nodded.  Mr. Happy nodded.  Then he went all Mr. Happy.....

"I'm goin' strollin' in her colon!"

"Gonna take a whack at the crack!"

"I'll be fine where the sun don't shine!"

"I'm gonna pump that sweet rump!"

"I'm gonna do the dirty before 5:30!"

"Tell this lass that I'm going to fuck her ass!"

Anyway.....

She handed me the bottle and said, "Get up, sweetie."

I did, and Pilar laid on her stomach and rested her head on her crossed arms.

"You said you were, good.  Wait, you said you were great at it.  So be great."

Challenge accepted!

I put the lube aside and buried my face in her ass and started rimming her.

"Oh fuck.  Didn't see THAT cumming!"

They never do, Pilar.

I will admit that it was tough to tongue her ass because of the mask I was wearing because of the coronavirus.

Anyway, I was rimming her and she was loving it.  Pilar loved ass play (I know that comes as a shock), and soon she was groaning whimpering.  And by soon, I mean like just a couple of minutes.

As she was cumming, I slid my tongue into her ass.  That really drove her over the edge.

"Fuck fuck....fuck...fuck....stick your cock in my ass...."  

I lubed up Mr. Happy and then squeezed some lube into PIlar's ass.  I then slid my finger in and out several times.

She reached down and spread her cheeks wide and I gently slid my cock in.  Pilar brought her arms back up and was resting her head on them again.

And I went into my tried-and-true anal routine.  Slide some cock in slowly, then retreat.  A little further the next time and then retreat.  

<Repeat until erect penis is completely inside recipient's ass.  Mileage may vary.  Certain terms and conditions may apply.  See your local dealer for details.>

When I was all the way in, I leaned down and whispered, "So what do you think?  Am I great?"

She replied, "uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and we both laughed.

I started sliding the length of my cock in and out slowly.

"Tell me when you want it harder, Pilar."
"Sweetie....a little faster."

I increased my speed.

"That's it, sweetie....that's it."

I wasn't slamming her, but I was going at a pretty good rate.  At this point, I was ready to blast off, but wanted Pilar to come again.  

So I thought about Barry Manilow.  I love Barry's music, so I played "Weekend In New England" in my head.

That kind of did the trick, as I managed to hold off just long enough to hear Pilar say, "Ryan....cumming sweetie!"

"So am I."
"Shoot it in my ass, sweetie!"

She came and I unloaded like I was Peter North, dumping a few hundred gallons of cum in her.

Well, maybe not that much.  But a lot.

I pulled out and laid down next to her.

"Okay.  You are great."
"Thank you."
"How about this.....we get together a LOT?"
"Works for me."
" I need a nap.  Don't worry about Mark.  He's in Phoenix for a few days."

We took a shower and then passed out for a couple of hours, snuggled up next to one another.

It was dark when I started waking up.  In my semi-conscious haze, I could feel Pilar's mouth on my rock-hard cock.  I reached over and played with Pilar's ass, squeezing it, sliding my hand up and down her crack, and sliding my finger in and out of her asshole.

She then shifted her legs and positioned her knees on either side of my head.  I went to work licking and sucking on her soaked pussy.  Soon PIlar said, "Sweetie....coming!" and then said, "Oh, shit, yes....."

After she caught her breath, Pilar got up and positioned her pussy above Mr. Happy.  She reached down, held him up, and slid down slowly.

"You like that, sweetie?"
"Oh yeah."

Pilar alternated between rocking back and forth, grinding, and lifting and lowering her pussy and sliding up and down my hard cock.  I was getting close and she could tell.

What does Pilar have in mind?

"Don't worry about me, sweetie.  You took care of me.  Just cum for me."

Pilar keep fucking me and after another minute or so, I tensed up, ready to fill up her pussy again.

"Yeahhhhh....come on.....shoot it in me.....fill me up....."

I unloaded another huge deposit into PIlar's special vault and she leaned down and we started kissing.  

"Nice....so you gotta go to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"What classes you got?"
"Philosophy, English, History.  8 to 2."
"Any work?"
"No."
"Tell you what....got a meeting in Alhambra tomorrow.....I'll be back around 7.  Wanna come over and spend the night?"
"Definitely."

I got through my day of boredom and went home and had lunch and studied for a couple of hours.  Around six, I got a call from Pilar.

"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey, Pilar."
"Gonna be a little late.  Meeting ran longer than I thought, we're all grabbing dinner.  If you don't hear from me, come up around 9:30?"
"Can do."
"See you!"

We met up in her office that night and had a blast.  Pilar had a nice stash of the relaxy-tobaccy and we spent the night fucking, getting high, and downing beers.  She was in a great mood--her meeting had resulted in a big gig for her.

We would spend the next few years hooking up, going out to eat (she loved the Buffalo Inn) or just hanging out in her office fucking, getting high, and getting drunk.  She worked hard and played harder.  

It wasn't really a steady thing.  Our arrangement was that I'd wait for her to contact me, either in person or on the phone.  I couldn't call due to shithead being around, of course. 

And I always had plenty of playmates with whom I had the same arrangement, of course.  It always worked out well.  Yeah, I had to wait to be contacted, but that's why I say even when you have plenty of poachettes, you still have to recruit, recruit, recruit and recruit. 

It all came to an abrupt end in June of 1985, however.  And what a way it ended.  

In May of 1985, Pilar and I had just finished a bout of anal lovin' and were lying in bed together.  She said, "Hey, you wanna go on a cruise with me?"

A fucking cruise?  Fuck yeah!  I needed to blow off steam after a long year of not studying hard!

"Where to?"
"Acapulco."
"I'm in."
"Have some business down there.  A few days cruising down, about ten days down there having fun, then head on back!  What do you think?"
"I'd love to."
"Yeah, we could fly down, but fuck, let's enjoy ourselves."

So two straight weeks of fucking this chick?  Yeah, sounded good to me.  

The trip down was awesome.  Great cabin, great food, great everything.  We had our own private deck outside of the room.  We loved fucking on that deck.  Yeah, somebody could have peered around the dividers/walls, or even looked over them if they stood on a chair, but we didn't care.  In fact, the prospect of getting caught seemed to turn Pilar on even more.

The fun continued for the first four or five days down there.  PIlar and I would have breakfast, hang out all morning at the beach, get lunch and then return to the beach.  We even set up a tent one day and fucked in it.  At night, we'd get some dinner and either return to our room to drink and get high and fuck or go back to the beach and drink, get high, and fuck.

Unfortunately, though, Pilar started going AWOL on me after a few days.  She was caught up in a lot of meetings, meeting a lot of bigwigs, all that networking stuff.  She came back to our room wiped out, so basically the Pilar sex stopped.  I wasn't even seeing her at dinner.

After a couple of days of basically vacationing alone, I was scheduled to finally meet up with Pilar again. She came to our table and apologized and told me that she had to go again.  Then she kissed me and split.

Great, I thought.  Another day in dry dock.  Fuck that.  Time to look for some company..  As it turned out, company found me.

I won't go too far into my hooking up with Adele.  I'll do that entry after I've finished the Brindlewood poachettes.  But I had a blast with her.

And I had a blast with her on the cruise back as well.  But again, that's for a later post.

Yeah, Pilar bailed on our cruise back home as well.  She ended up staying for....well, I don't really know.  A couple of days before we were scheduled, I did get one last fuck session with Pilar.  After we were done, Pilar apologized and told me that she was going to need to stay a little longer than she had expected.

She told me to take the cruise home and that when she got back she'd make it up to me.  I couldn't really complain.  I had had a great vacation for free, got to fuck Pilar a whole lot before she got too wrapped up in business, and I met Adele.  So I said, no problem.  And on the day I was to head back, she even arranged a limo to take me over to the docks.

And Adele was there on that cruise back to keep me company.  Fuck, I even had her ride in the limo with me!

Of course, there was one little unpleasant surprise waiting for me when I got back to the docks in Long Beach:  Pilar had driven us there.  I didn't have a ride home.  I had completely forgotten about that.  Luckily, Adele drove me home, even though she lived in Orange County.  This took her out of her way a quite a bit, but I definitely appreciated the ride.

About two weeks after I got back home, Bob sent me up to Brindlewood to rehab another mobile home for Don.  I had been working for a couple of hours when I heard Trish come in.  She came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss.

"Hey, long time no see."
"How you doing, weirdo?"
"Not bad.  How was your fuckcation?"

So I told her what I told you and she said, "huh."

"What?"
"You know she's gone, right?"
"What?"
"About a week ago.  Had some movers come in, pack up her shit, and took off.  Mark's fit to be tied he's so pissed.  What a shame."
"Where'd she go?"
"No clue.  But she left this for you."

Trish took an envelope and put it on the kitchen counter.

"Probably a goodbye note."
"She couldn't even call me?"
"Well....parting is such sweet sorrow, right?"
"Get the fuck out of here," I said, laughing.

Trish flipped me off.

"Wanna grab dinner tonight?:"
"Sure.  Bengie's?"
"You're on.  See you around six."

Trish split and I opened the envelope.

"Hey sweetie!

Sorry, about leaving this way.  And sorry I was so busy down here during our vacation."

"Down here?"  What?  You're still down there?

I honestly didn't expect to be so busy.  I went down there to pick up some business.  This place has a ton of events!

"This place"?  What?

The more meetings we were having, the more of the family I met (the resort was owned by a filthy-ass rich family), the more we all talked about me just working here full-time.  They made an offer I couldn't refuse.  And I got a huge bonus for hiring on!

I'll have my own suite to live in, rent-free!  I'm so happy!  This is like a dream come true.

Well, I'm happy for you Pilar.  Really.

The letter went on but that was basically the gist of it.  She thanked me for all the great times and wished me well.  She didn't say why she didn't even call to say goodbye.  

Hey, I'll admit that it had nothing to do with it being too hard to say goodbye.  We weren't emotionally involved.  It was just sex, pot, going out, drinking, and more sex.  Perhaps she just forgot, although to be honest, it's far more likely she just didn't care enough to call, especially being so wrapped up in the move.  

At the end of the day, Pilar was always out for.....Pilar.  Of course, I wasn't exactly the most ethical, caring guy in the world so who was I to judge.

But still....a phone call takes like five minutes.  Oh well.

Oh....Mark....yes....

Well, in August, his lease was up and it was time to renew it.  He went in to talk to Don about lowering his rent, since "that fucking bitch" was gone and not using the office any longer.

Of course, this made no sense.  Not only was Don NOT going to lower his rent, he wanted Mark to get out so he could rent out that combo for even more money that he had been collecting from Mark and Pilar.

Don and Mark "compromised", with Don telling Mark that he'd rent him another, smaller unit with two free months.  This, of course, was just what Don wanted and he ended up renting those two units to another couple at a nice increase. 

As you might imagine, I never did hear from PIlar again.

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