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George Harrison Invited Me To Live With Him
NOTE: This is a great video where Kevin Harrington, now famously known as the guy with ginger hair in Get Back, describes what it was like living in Friar Park when George and Pattie first moved there.
“George was a humanitarian. He was lovely – he really was lovely. I felt an affection for George mainly because when I first started with them on the double White Album, I sort of walked in [and] my second night – the first night I was invited in just by Mal [Evans] because I’d done this shopping thing. So the night I actually did start with them, I’m like hiding – sort of standing by this box on a stand which I now know is called the monitor, and George is just sitting on the floor playing the guitar or whatever. Everybody’s sort of getting their stuff together, and he just said, ‘Kevin, come over. Sit down, tell me all about yourself.’ That chilled me out a lot.” - Kevin Harrington
Pattie Boyd, 1965
By request….
The first time George and I made love in the car was thrilling. We had taken a rambling drive and I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I could tell he had a huge hard on so I unbuttoned his Levi 501 jeans and freed that throbber from it’s confines.
I stroked him while admiring my new manicure. I loved the way my hand looked holding his cock. Suddenly the car was off the road and George was driving down a dirt lane and parked behind a thick thicket of trees.
“Take your dress off,” he growled as he started to struggle out of his jeans.
I laughed. I was scared of getting caught and going to jail but I wanted to fuck George more than I was scared. So I took off my dress and wiggled out of my pants and climbed over the gear shift and straddled George’s lap.
George held my face and we kissed frantically for a few minutes, our tongues down each other’s throats.
I reached down and held his hot, hard cock and lowered my self down on him.
“George,” I whispered in awe at the way he felt inside of me. I slowly started lifting and lowering my hips. George unhooked my bra and soon his mouth was sucking my nipples. I watched intently as his mouth covered my pink nipple and I could feel him sucking it into a hard knot. Then he’d lift his mouth off and lick the pointy tip with his tongue. He gave each breast the same repeated attention. I ran my fingers through his thick brown hair and when I was about to cum, I pulled his head up so I could kiss him some more.
We fucked hard and fast and then I collapsed on him as I had a gorgeous orgasm. George came immediately and we held each other breathing hard as we started to relax.
It was cramped in that little Jaguar, and I climbed back into my seat and covered myself with my dress. George lit two cigarettes and handed me one. We smoke in satisfied silence. Big smiles for each other as we look at each other, proud and pleased at how great sex was for us.
“You’re the best, Pattie,” said George before he took his last puff and put his ciggie out. Then he got out of the car and put his pants back on.
“George,” I squealed. “What are you doing? What if someone see you?”
“No one is around here,” he said calmly.
I followed his lead and got out and put my clothes back on.
Once settled back in the car, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. George smiled on a very self satisfied way and slowly maneuvered down the lane back on the motorway where he took off like a rocket and we raced all the way back to Esher.
He was exciting and I loved his bad boy streak. He was that perfect.
Smut by request.
Nothing was better than sitting on George’s face. The sucking and licking would drive me wild. I loved looking down and to watch him eat my pussy. I fondled my breasts and tugged until my nipples were standing up, hard and tight.
As I writhed with passion, George slapped my ass. I knew he was doing that just to make me happy. George wasn’t into spanking, but I loved it, especially when he would spank me and while his lips pulled on my clit or he fucked me with his tongue, going as far up me as he could go.
I held on to the bed post as I came. My legs were shaking with the effort of holding myself up and not pushing down on George’s face. I didn’t want to suffocate him! I needed sex too much to risk losing him!
Slightly Smutty Drabble……
Pattie’s head thumped against their new headboard, desire pulsing through her from the point where George’s tongue was driving her mad. She wrapped her long leg around his back, urging him closer, her hands holding his head still as she rocked into him. Feeling the roughness of his mustache against her sensitive inner thighs was heightening her awareness of her body and it’s total surrender to her sexy husband’s persistent demands. As she shuddered in surrender, she called his name. “George, Oh, George!” and then collapsed among the Indian silk pillows. He held her close until she could catch her breath, then he kissed her deeply, and tasting herself on his mouth was proof of their intimacy. She couldn’t imagine such closeness with another man.
sexy sunday…..
Pattie is in a good mood when George gets home. She is very playful and runs away from his kisses so that he will chase her into the bedroom. By the time George has the pillows under her ass, she’s wet and aching to feel him inside of her. That he goes right into her in one long, delicious move drives her to the brink. They begin slowly and when he is close to coming he pulls out and goes down on her. Just for a minute. He’s never tasted a girl as sweet as she is, and feeling her push against his face is irresistible. Then he starts again, guiding in with one hand, slow and steady. Pattie begins to roll her hips, to cry out. George is once again amazed that this gorgeous woman is insatiable. “Harder, darling! Please!” He can feel her come and then he lets go, too. She holds him tightly as his breathing begins to return to normal.. “Oh, my god, darling. You really are the best!” He loves her for that.
George and Pattie sex
Just some smut….
Pattie leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes. She felt George push her knees apart and then his mouth started devouring her.
She flung one arm over her face and she reached down and ran her fingers through George’s thick dark hair. His head moving as his tongue explored fully the depths of her desire. His fingers opened her wider and she instinctively pushed her hips against his face wanting more of the ecstasy he was creating in her.
Little groans escaped from the back of her throat and she moaned when George started playing with her right nipple, rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. Her heart was pounding and her breath was quickening as she felt herself on the edge of letting go, she couldn’t wait for that exquisite release, yet his face between her legs felt so good, so absolutely wonderful, she didn’t want it to end.
Suddenly an over whelming desire to feel him inside her overcame her. “Darling!” she exclaimed as she wiggled down the bed as she pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his mouth. When he trust deeply, Pattie wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms hugged his neck. “Oh, George!” She called his name as he buried his head in her hair and fell limp on top of her.
“God, you’re good, ” George whispered. She kissed the side of his head and held him tight until their breathing slowed. “I love you,” he told her and Pattie giggled with pleasure.
Truly, she was the luckiest girl in the world. Pattie snuggled in as George hugged her to him and the last thing she thought before she drifted off to sleep was, “I can’t believe he’s mine.”
Pattie and Maureen were in Maureen’s bedroom at Sunny Heights. Pattie sipped some wine as she watched Maureen carefully apply her makeup. “You really think this will work?” Pattie asked.
Mo turned to face Pattie. “If you don’t want George to stray you have to keep him interested. Be sexy. Surprise him. Believe me, Cynthia would never do this.” Mo lit a cigarette and took a drag. She blew the smoke towards the ceiling. “George loves you, Pattie. This will blow his mind. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Maureen grabbed her purse. “Let’s go.”
Pattie and Maureen made their stop at the studio on their way to the Ad Lib. Usually the wives didn’t bother the boys while they were working, but Ringo seemed happy to see Maureen, and George gave Pattie a kiss before whispering, “What’s going on,” in his wife’s ear.
“Just wanted to see you, darling,” replied Pattie. She and Maureen sat on stools and watched for a while. Pattie made sure her back was to Paul and John and that she faced George, who was to the left of the others. When she caught his eye, Pattie let her knees fall open just enough so that George could see she had nothing on under her mini dress. Pattie quickly brought her legs together, but by George’s expression she knew she’d gotten the message across.
She and Maureen didn’t stay long. On the way out George frowned, but she smiled sweetly as she waved good-bye. She and Maureen giggled as they got in the car. “Oh God, Pattie. I bet George and Ringo show up before midnight!” On the way over, this had seemed like a great idea, but now Pattie wasn’t so sure after that scowl George had given her.
Just as Maureen had predicted, George and Ringo showed up at the club well before midnight. Ringo scooted in the booth with Maureen but George stood by the table.”Pattie, I need to,talk to you,” he said. Pattie glanced at Mo, but she was busy making sure Ringo had a drink.
“Yes, darling,” replied Pattie and she left her seat to follow George who was striding ahead and through the crowd toward the entrance. “Where are we going, George?” asked Pattie. George grabbed her hand and they left the Ad Lib and walked down the sidewalk to the alleyway behind the club.
George pulled Pattie into a dark doorway and pushed her up against the wall. He lifted her short dress up over her hips and grabbed her bare ass with both hands and kissed her hard. Pattie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue urgently flicking across his lips, before tasting his mouth. She felt his right hand move between them where he found her wet, and ready to be stroked. As he played with her, Pattie fumbled at his waist to undo his zipper and once he was free, she whimpered, “Please, George.”
“Tell me what you want, Pattie,” he quietly demanded into her ear before lightly biting her lobe.
“I want you to have me, George,” she pleaded. Every time she said his name his desire to take her became almost unbearable, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.
“How do you want it , baby?” George insisted. His need doubled as he heard Pattie give a half sob as he thrust his fingers up her as far as he could and she moved against them almost desperately.
“Hard, George. Really hard,” she sounded almost as if she was begging and George lifted her up against the wall and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he slid himself inside her. Pattie cried out as he pushed against her, making him hot.. hotter for her than he’d felt for a while. When she bit his neck he couldn’t hold back and his thrust into her as hard as he could. When she moaned his name he knew Pattie was satisfied and he let go of her legs and held her as she found her balance.
“Christ, Pattie.” He kissed her hard, before asking, “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“Crazy for me, George,” she giggled against his mouth and gently bit his bottom lip. She smoothed her dress back down in place. “Let’s go find Ringo and Maureen.”
As they made their way back to their table, Pattie spotted Mo and Ringo on the dance floor and by the time the dance was over, Pattie and George were sipping their rum and Cokes.
“Where’d you go,” asked Ringo.
“Oh, for a little walk,” Pattie answered. “George wanted to show me a car parked outside.” Maureen gave her a knowing glance. Pattie just smiled. She took a big swallow of her drink. She hoped Maureen was right. Maybe George did love her after all.
