AMAYA: Too Beau Coup
Too Much of a Good Thing
A Story I’ve been waiting to share for a long time
She hasn’t seen her son since he was 12 – six years ago.
A new day. It was a sunny day so Ari and Azura decided to go to the beach to get a tan. The city’s biggest beach was in front of the mighty city’s boulevard. When the two arrived it was quite crowded so they walked along the shoreline to find a spot to lay down. Sunbathing wasn’t the only activity going on they saw. Many shemales were receiving blowjobs and likewise the same amount of pussies were being licked. Pussies were pounded and assholes received delivery from outside too. Now if that didn’t get the girls itching genitals it was a girl in front of them who did. She had brought her dog with her and with no shame at all he was fucking her wild on public display.
Ari giggled when Azura’s penis got stiff. She bent over and kissed the top. “Welcome back my dear!” Azura smacked Ari’s ass: “Thanks!” The girls laid down on the sand. They had a good view of the dogfucking girl. This made both young women hot as hell. Ari climbed over Azura’s face and put her pussy over Azura’s mouth. “Lick! Now!” Ari ordered. Azura started lapping furiously while Ari bent over, taking the tip of Azura’s hard cock in her mouth. Feeling the new sensation Azura pushed her dick in Ari’s throat. That place felt like heaven to park a cock. She kept pushing until the tip of her dick almost reached Ari’s stomach. This meant her balls were near the latter’s lips. Ari seized the opportunity and started to massage them while her own pussy was being licked. Azura came first. Big spurts of semen filled Ari’s belly. If she was hungry before she definitely wasn’t now! A minute later Ari orgasmed too and Azura eagerly slurped up the fresh pussy juice.
A moment later the girls again attempted to relax and laid down again. “Oh shit I forgot the sunblock!” “Don’t worry,” said Azura, “I got one”. With that she started masturbating and soon covered Ari with a layer of cum. She massaged it all over her breasts, her body and her arms and legs. Laughing Ari said: “Silly you! Now I have to clean up first!” So Ari walked to the ocean, leaving a trail of semen behind.
She dived into the warm ocean. Azura’s semen became a white cloud in the blue water. A school of garra rufa-like fish appeared and swam around to take a look. They were small sleek brown fishes, not longer than two centimeters. The school decided the cloud was food and sped up into it to eat. There was some sperm left on Ari her body, and about half of the school swam up to her. They started nibbling all over her body. To Ari this felt very sensual, feeling small mouths caressing her. The fish soon found her sensitive spots. Three fish started working on her left nipple. Soon five joined their colleagues on her right nipple. These unknown stimulations were very pleasurable to Ari.
One curious fish had the courage to dive deeper and attached itself to Ari’s clit. This has two results. One was that it drove Ari over the edge, giving her her second orgasm that day. The second was that while being underwater she just had to scream out, which meant she was out of air. She had been floating underwater for a while now and unknown to her she had drifted quite offshore now. She was trapped, far underwater. Well, if she had to die, it was a nice way to do so. Her mouth started to fill with water. But, instead of drowning, she found herself breathing like she was used to do. Ari could breathe underwater! She didn’t have much time to be grateful for that. There was a reason why Ari had drifted away. A thunderstorm had been developing and while Ari was underwater it created strong winds which made the sea move. You could guess the beach was empty now. Ari couldn’t swim back either. The fish were gone so she was alone 10 meters below sea level moving towards the big dark ocean again.
The sea circled around her, taking her deeper and deeper downwards. While she was getting used to her new-found ability, she also struggled to orientate. She tumbled further and further away of the sea surface. She became a bit frightened when she heard a high-pitched squeal. Again she heard it. It was like someone was singing to her. The sound was familiar too, she thought.
The maelstrom around her luckily had faded away. Now Ari wanted to find out what had caused the strange squeal. The sea surrounding her was darker than just below sea level. So it was quite hard to recognize any objects. She looked around but saw nothing. So she looked around to behold her surroundings. All around her it was dark blue. No ocean floor could be seen. Above her she could only see a light blueish color where the surface must have been.
Suddenly she heard the noise again. Now she recognized it. It was the sound whales made. And indeed, a big form drifted into view. It appeared to be a blue whale, the biggest creature that ever lived on the planet. It seemed it had spotted her already, because it came closer. Now more details could be seen. Its head came into view with the baleens in front of its mouth. Behind it its massive body came into view with the small dorsal fin and the last piece was the tail. But what shocked Ari the most, was its size. It looked to be something like 40 meters, as big as a flat. But its behavior was calm so she relaxed while the whale swam underneath her. It drifted away in the darkness.
Ari didn’t feel entirely comfortable in the deep so she set off to the surface. She swam towards the light above her. Somehow it had something spooky: being naked and alone in the dark sea. She was delighted when the sun could clearly be seen underwater and the water temperature rose. It became even better when she felt her head leave the water. She gasped with relief. Although the shore was not to be found, she felt it was a relief to have at least some fresh air around her. She thought that she could use the sun for orientation and then, well, she would see where she would go.
Out of nowhere came a big noise of splashing water. ‘What the fuck was that?’ Ari thought. Turning around she saw it was the whale she saw earlier coming up for fresh air. In the distance, some hundred meters away, it let out a fountain of water from its blowhole. It continued to drift on the surface, slowly coming towards Ari.
Then it dived underwater again. Slowly it sunk away. But when Ari thought it had disappeared, she suddenly felt something under her feet. Did she see a dorsal fin in front of her? Yes it goddamn was one. The whale had dived just under the surface and now the redhead stood on it. It slowly moved upwards. Ari was lifted from the water and fell on its back. What was it going to do? She could no nothing but holding on, laying flat with her belly and her boobs on the rough surface of the whale’s back.
It started swimming again but while Ari thought it would dive again, it stayed at the surface and slowly swam away. It almost behaved like a boat. ‘This is not scary at all. It’s like I’m on a cruise’ the girl thought. She moved up on hands and feet and crawled over the whale. It was really going slow, so she carefully attempted to stand up. Now she could see how big the whale actually was. In front, the viewable part of the whale ended where his head was. It’s eyes were underwater, only the blowhole was visible. In the back, it’s tail gracefully moved slightly up and down the provide the thrust needed to calmly travel further. The whale’s body moved up and down a bit, but Ari could walk around.
‘What the fuck is this. I’m walking on the back of a whale and it just lets me. Why would it do that?’ Ari wondered. She decided to make the best of it. She laid down to relax, and maybe get a tan.
Her memory started to drift away to the animals she had fucked earlier. ‘Mmm Azura’s robot horse was definitely a good fuck. I wish I could go back…’ Unknowingly her hand found her pussy and she slowly started to finger herself. In and out her fingers went, caressing her insides and clitoris. She couldn’t stop thinking of the giant horse cock she had earlier. An orgasm seemed inescapable.
But then the whale jumped out of the water. ‘God damnit what is this!?’ Ari woke up from her daydreaming. She was launched in the air. While the whale dived under water for the first time it had carried her, Ari landed with a splash in the water. She sank underwater and saw the whale again. It now swam right over her. It’s massive body blocked the sun from Ari’s view. And there was something else that came into her eye. It hang from the whale’s sheath, was 5 meters long, thick as a big tube and confirmed the whale was male. It was his giant erect dick.
“You want a reward big boy? That can be arranged” Ari spoke, knowing that the whale couldn’t react anyway. When the massive cock hovered above her, Ari grabbed it by putting her arms around it. It was so big her fingers could barely touch each other on the other side. Ari tried to wrestle herself around it. She managed to climb on it, so her body was positioned between the whale’s torso and the free-hanging cetacean penis.
Now how to fuck a enormous whale? Ari decided to start grinding first. She grabbed the penis at its flanks and pushed her pussy on the organ. The contact of her clit with the giant cock sent a pulse through her body. Then she started humping. With her arms and legs firmly around the penis she grinded her tits and cunt along and against the whale’s tool. It was so erotic. Never had she thought that she would have to fuck a dick that was more than two times as big as her. ‘Ah, ah, aaah’ the feeling was so intense. ‘Hmmm I love you big free willy’ and she kissed his dick. At the same time she felt a familiar feeling in her loins. Her first orgasm hit her while she was humping the whale furiously. She collapsed on the penis but managed to hold on.
Being the horny beast she had became, Ari was soon in for lap two. This time she would be a bit more daring. It was unfair to let the whale not come too, she thought. So she climbed along the penis to it’s tip. Can you imagine a girl climbing a tick like it is a pole? She reached the tip. It was pointy with a big hole in the middle. She could easily stick a finger in it. Maybe even her whole arm. So she pointed her hand at the entrance and started pushing in. But then the whale shocked. It didn’t seem to like it so Ari pulled out as fast as she could.
Then a naughty idea came into her mind. Ari turned around. She put her feet along the shaft and as far as was possible she grabbed the penis with her hands. Going through her knees she was able to set her pussy up right at the tip. She pushed down. Slightly the enormous cock started to enter her. ‘Ooooh yes you are even better than that bloody horse’ she screamed into the sea. ‘Fuck me!’ She pushed down hard and managed to push an impressive 40 centimeters inside her. She couldn’t go further because the penis was too wide after that. But it was impossible to hold on. She had to let the penis go. ‘Fuck…’
Ari did not have to fear that it would slip out. Suddenly the sea once more acted like it was a person. As if many hands suddenly grabbed her, she found herself being impaled on the whale by an unseen force. She was now pushing in and out, not even by herself. ‘Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES!’ It stretched her to the max, but she didn’t care. The eighteen-year old was in heaven. Soon she felt a second orgasm coming. ‘Aaaaaaaaah!’ she screamed without any shame. ‘Ugh oooh yeeeaaahh….’ Then she felt the cock in her shivering. It seemed the whale was to come too. And there came a massive flood. The whale’s seed spurted out with an incredible speed. And it wasn’t the least that came out. Ari was launched by a powerful jet stream of semen. She was covered in a white cloud now, containing millions of what could had become young whales.
Swimming through it to reach clear water was a strange feeling. The slimy semen felt foreign on her body, but erotic at the same time. When Ari swam out of it, the whale already was out of sight. So she swam to the surface, to find a way to recover from this great fuck. When she emerged from the sea, she saw an island at the horizon. So she set off to it, ready for new adventures to come.
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Sexy Molly is excited when her master is coming to see her. Master is in complete control of her heart and her pussy
A secret society which counts among them some of the most powerful men in the world welcomes a new crop of girls to their initiation ceremony. But even as the old guard celebrate their hedonistic traditions, the emergence of two new members heralds a new epoch for the order, and the true destiny of their chosen flock shall be revealed.
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Secretly licking the receptionist behind her counter and fisting at the beach
One day a construction worker left the job a little early, and when he got home he found his wife in bed with another man. Purple with rage, he hauled the man down the stairs and into the garage where he proceeded to secure his dick in a vice.
Utterly terrified, the man screamed, “Stop, stop! you’re not going to cut it off, are you? ARE YOU?”
“Nope,” replied the construction worker, “You are…I’m going to set the garage on fire.”
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Mason was my husband’s best friend, And somehow he found his way into my bed because my husband stopped having sex with me.
I was awoken by a tingling feeling in my cock and balls, could it have been a ‘thank you’ for last night? I had a slight hangover and a dirty feeling in my mouth which tasted kind of metallic. I opened my eyes to automatically raise my arm, covering my eyes from the rays of light attacking me from the sun roof. I hadn’t even noticed that there was a sun roof the night before, maybe it was cloudy and the stars where hidden.
After my eyes adjusted to the light, I retrieved my arm and looked down to see Bethany on her knees, playing with my balls. She winked at me as soon as we made eye contact. She lowered her head and began delicately licking the shaft of my peen. I had a semi already, but as soon as I saw Bethany, it didn’t take more than two seconds to become solid. I’m pretty sure I skipped a couple of heart beats to fill my cock.
It has been the first time I had seen Bethany naked completely sober, and the first time I had been in such a beautiful position sober. Although I do have to admit, stimuli’s and senses are peaked when you are high on weed, but this was still a feeling to be savoured.
“Hey there stud.” she said to me, licking the side of my cock as she did.
“Of hey there miss Cali, when did you come from America?”
She giggled a little before beginning to lick all around my mushroom tip, I could feel a little buzz and tingle in my cock head as she did this, I guess she had taken a breath mint. A few weeks back whilst I was sitting in business next to Bethany, just as friends. Mike was telling us stories about how his 22 year old fuck-buddy chewed on mints before giving him blowjobs, and that it made his cock feel like it was on fire. We didn’t know weather to believe him about the fuck friend, no one had met her yet so we had our doubts. (turns out he wasn’t lying, and oh jesus she is a babe)
“I feel like some morning sex, don’t you?” she said to me with the cutest of smiles I had ever seen. I just nodded as I closed my eyes, the moment was perfection. It had to be up there with shaking the hand of god and knocking out Mike Tyson.
Then she did something I did not expect, the last time she had sucked my cock, she had only been able to take about 3 inches of my 7, it didn’t matter much to me, I never thought that it would feel any different as the only stimuli are in the cock head. Turns out I was wrong, VERY wrong.
She put her face at an angle so that it was adjacent to my cock, she lowered herself onto it, as far as she could, her nose was tickling my stomach and I could feel her heart beat at the back of her throat. A pro could have gone lower but I didn’t care, I’de rather be in this position that to fuck a dirty porn star.
“Oh baby that’s perfect” is all I managed to release, my eyes closed, hands behind my head. I didn’t have to do anything, just sit back and enjoy the show. I opened my eyes to see Bethany going up and down my my cock like a pro, occasionally deep throating it to about 5 1/2 inches length. The back of her throat was warmer than her general mouth area, I had been getting sucked off for a couple minutes and I could already feel the end coming. I had to do something quick, but it was too late, I had reached the point of no return.
“I..I’m coming!” I said hesitantly, lifting my head to look forward at Bethany continue to play with my cock head in her mouth. Her lips where sealed shit around the mushroom tip and her tongue was flicking wildly from all angles. I felt that familiar burning sensation in my shaft, the tingling in the balls and cock head, I was coming.
Burst after burst, round after round of cum spurted from my erupting cocked into Bethany’s mouth. The moment was bliss. She stopped all movement for me to finish my ejaculation, when I did, she swallowed every last drop of my hard earned juice. “It’s sweet, keep eating those pineapples” she said to me, giggling to herself whilst her mouth was still on my cock. She was hoovering my head from any remaining juices, she had sucked up any lingering seeds from my japseye, she had done a wonderful job.
I was now starting to burn a little, my cock was so sensitive after cumming that it hurt. I placed my hands back behind my head and just stared into her wonderful eyes, I was in love.
She continued to lick my cock slowly for a few more minutes, occasionally biting my shaft and tickling my balls with her tongue. She ran her teeth along my shaft before standing up, she walked forward a little and crouched down onto my cock. I could see the crusted semen on the lips of her vagina from the night before, had I really cummed in her? At that moment I remembered that she was on the pill due to her hormonal problems.
She rubbed my cocked along her exotic pussy lips for a few seconds, before placing it at the gateway to heaven, she sat down on my cock. A decent of about 6 seconds and she was sitting flat on my thighs, I was balls deep into her. She let out a little squirm as she reached the bottom, all I could do was smile. I held out my hand to grab hers, bringing back her hand slowly to my face, I opened her hand and placed a gently kiss into her palm. “I love you” I said to her in a sweet and caring voice. She didn’t have to say anything, I knew her emotions already. The actions I had done last night had caused me to gain her trust and affection. All she did was ride my cock slowly, she pulled her knees up so that all was touched the bed was the bottoms of her feet. She began to ride me like a pro, only stopping to change directions at the very top or bottom of my cock.
She rode me for about a minute before she swivelled round, my cock was still deep inside her which gave me a very strange sensation. She placed her hands down onto the bed and kept her feet flat, she began to ride me perfectly. Her cute butt was in my full view, I reached my hand out and grabbed it, I gave it a gently spank to which she squirmed and groaned to. The familiar sensations occurred again, her pussy muscles tensed around my cock, devouring it with the tight squeeze. As the friction had gotten to much for both of us, she same at the same time as me. The sudden tightening had pushed me too far. I knew that women could come many times in a row, but I had no idea that men could. My cock began to furiously squeeze out as much sperm as it could, it felt like a hundred squeezes, but I knew the reality that barely any would come out.
I reached out and grabbed her arms and pulled her back to lie on my chest, she opened her legs and I reached forward, placing my fingers on her pussy lips. I began to gently massage and rub her lips and clitoris whilst I placed several kisses on her neck, occasionally giving her a gentle bite.
I began to thrust into her slowly, still rubbing on her pussy. I had seen this being done many times in porno’s, so I was sure that she would like it. She brought her hand back and grabbed a handful of my hair, screaming and moaning, her second orgasm was nigh. Her legs closed up, trapping my hand in position. None the less I continued my efforts of thrusting and rubbing. This time, I felt the full furiosity of her vaginas squeeze, without coming myself, I could feel the force it was putting on my cock.
We both stopped on the spot, catching our breaths she turned around and laid flat on my chest, she brought her lips down and interlocked them with mine. We passionately kissed for several minutes. As I run my fingers through her hair, I kept my other hand curessing her back, almost tickling at the low amount of pressure I was putting. She would occasionally giggle and shake from the pleasure.
She lifted her head and we spent a good moment just staring into each others eyes, almost trying to look into each others souls. She mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to me before coming back down for another kiss.
She rolled to the side and placed her head on my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and started run my fingers down her back. We spent a good twenty minutes like this, just talking about random things, complementing each other as we did so.
“I can’t believe I have known you for four years and we have only been friends. I feel like ‘i wasted all of those years!” she said gently holding a warm voice throughout.
“It was all a build up to these moments, without those points in life, we would be somewhere completely different. This would have never happened.” I said, sounding all mysterious.
“What do you mean?” she said, raising her head to look into my eyes.
“Well take Timmie for example, you two where in a relationship for a few weeks. You broke up and he went crazy last night. If you two where never in a relationship, I would have never punched him last night. Our little love scene on the couch would have never happened.”
She just looked at me puzzled for a moment before kissing me on the lips and placing her head back down onto my chest.
“I guess you are right. Besides, Timmie was a dick, I’m glad you punched him. He really made me feel bad those weeks that we went out. He broke my heart.” she said, sounding slightly sad.
“Hey..” I whispered into her ear. I pushed myself up and looked into her eyes. “I’m not like that” I whispered to her. “I’ll be here for every, my heart belongs to you.”
She smiled at me and pounced on top of me and began to furiously make out with me. A sudden knock on the door stopped us in action.
“Hello?” said a random and deep voice from the other side of the door, followed by several hard knocks on the door. “Open the door, now!”
Me and Bethany looked at each other. The pounds on the door had gotten deeper and harder, I quickly jumped off the bed to my jeans, reached intuit he pockets and pulled out my phone. I looked through the contact list to find Michelle. I rang her and fell back into the bed, holding the phone to my ear.
“Heeeeey.” came a voice from the phone. “Michelle! I need your he-..”
“I’m not here right now so your going to have to leave me a message! *beep*”
“Fuck!” I said, before throwing my phone to the side. By this time, Bethany was already fully clothed. I got up and put my Jeans on, I didn’t have time for boxers, I left them in the room. Looking around, the only available exit was the window. I ran towards it and opened it, to my dismay we where about 10 foot from the ground. I noticed a balcony sort of thing about a foot to the left of the window, going to another room. I climbed out the window and quietly called for Bethany. The thuds on the door had now turned to kicks. I knew what was to be done.
I jumped across to the balcony, clearing it with ease, my hands where not even used. It was about 2 foot from where we where standing. Being a cautious one, I held my hand out to Bethany, she grabbed onto my hand and jumped to me, I grabbed her in fear of her falling but she was fine. I looked around to see some shrubs stuck onto the wall, I grabbed onto one and pulled onto it. The shrub broke with the simplest of forces, no way would it hold a person. Turns out in all the movies where you see people climbing on the green plants growing on walls, it’s all fake.
Luckily for us, the door to the balcony was unlocked, we made our way inside and closed the door behind us. I quickly walked to the door and put my ear to it. I could hear fumbling on the other side, I suddenly heard a bang and I knew that the door had been kicked in. I opened the door a crack and saw no one in the hall way. I grabbed onto Bethany’s hand and made a quick decent through the hall way. We jolted down the stairs and through the front door, running through the long garden, the security eventually saw us but no chase was broken.
We ran for a while, until the house was not in visible distance to us. I pulled us over to the side of the road to cat our breath. Bethany hauled herself onto me, wrapping her arms around me and planting multiple kisses on my face. “That was sooooo fun!” she said, sounding exhausted.
We both laughed and walked home hand in hand. I had remembered that I still have a gram of chrow left in my pocket. “You feel like waking and baking?” I said, chuckling a little. “It’s a bit late now isn’t it, we just had a marathon.” she chuckled back.
“Oh well, fuck it.” I said, before making our way to the same park we where at last night. I sat down onto the bench, followed by Bethany who placed her arm around my waist and leant her head on my shoulder. I removed my equipment and started to roll a joint. I felt calm and easy, unlike last night. I ended up rolling a perfect joint, I would say it must have been better than Mike’s. I felt proud of myself and placed it in-between my lips. I raised the lighter, flicking it and toked it. The ashes dropped onto my jeans, Bethany was quick to wipe them off with her hand, followed by a gently smile and a kiss on the cheek.
I took several tokes from the joint and passed it to Bethany. She held it in-between her fingers and toked from it like a pro. “I’ll teach you to blow smoke-rings some time.” I exclaimed. “Oh yeah? Teach me now.” she said.
“You can’t do it outside, the wind will ruin it. It has to be in-doors.” I said. “My house is a smoking zone, my brother smokes all the time, I think he smokes weed as well, this smell is familiar.” she said.
“Oh yeah, i’m sorry about yesterday, It didn’t go well with your dad yesterday.” I said. “That’s my brother!”
“Oh.. He looks so– old?” I said, holding a blank facial expression.
“Yeah well, he’s 27.” she said, passing the joint back to me. “Why is he still living with you?” I asked, already regretting what I said. There was a silence for a few seconds, which felt like hours. “My mom passed away and my dad can’t pay the rent on his own.. My brother helps out.” she said, sounding nervous and upset.
I instantly wrapped my arm tightly around her and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
There was a silence for a couple of minutes, we finished smoking the joint as just sat there, holding each other. “It’s a beautiful day huh?” I said, trying to break the tension. “Yeah it really is.” she replied.
“So did you have fun last night?” I asked her, looking into her eyes. She looked into mine and replied “Yeah I did, thank’s for the night, I had a lot of fun.”
She had the warmest smile on her face, it was the happiest I had seen her for a long time. All through school, I knew she was upset about something, I just never came about to ask her. I knew the reason, but I still didn’t know how to comfort her.
“Come on, let’s get something to eat.” I said, pushing myself off the seat and grabbing her hand. She got up and followed me. I let go of her hand and wrapped my left arm around her waist, she did the same and dropped her head onto my shoulder. I looked down at my phone, it was 11:24am, the sun was high in the sky and not a cloud was in the sky. We walked to a local coffee shop and we sat down next to each other in the corner. We wrapped around each other and sat there, waiting for a waitress. Out of no where, a girl from school called Daisy come up to us. “Hey guys, good morning.” she said with a smile on her face.
We both said hey and smiled back, me and Daisy used to be good friends, but her brother got pissy with me when I dropped him from the rugby team. “I didn’t know you two where a couple” she said. I just pulled a fake smile to move the conversation, I didn’t feel like talking to her. “I’ll take banana pie pancake and two tea’s, no milk or sugar.” I said confidently. Daisy nodded and then walked off. Bethany gently pushed me away and looked into my eyes, confused. “How did you know? That’s my favourite!” she exclaimed. I had over heard Bethany talking in business studies about the foods she liked, we had a group discussion about how much food costs to make and how much they sell them for. (Did you know a coke bottle costs 3 pence to make? They sell those things for A whole pound!)
“I have my ways.” I said to her, winking. She pulled herself back into me and just rested into my chest. This was a better moment for me than the sex we had. Holding her made me feel perfect. “You complete me.” she whispered ever so gently. She placed her hand on my leg and started running it up and down, playing with the fabric of my jeans. Slowly my cock started to harden, luckily for me It was in a position that it wouldn’t be noticed until it was fully hard.
The bell that was hanging above the door rang as it opened, in walked Timmie with two of his friends. They looked over at us and stopped, he stared at us with anger for a while.
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First try at a lesbian poem when i was 15,,
The story of the one girl I have always wanted…
How I managed to hit on my neighbor’s wife
She was facing in the opposite direction, slowly unbuttoned her dress at her shoulders and the silky cloth covering the object of my fantasy fell to the floor. My eyes were so focused on the dress while it was falling, I didn’t even realize what is in front of me. I slowly lifted my eyes off the floor over her high heels, long long legs, over her thong-splitted ass, her lower back, and her bra straps to her hair. The light was low but all I wanted to see I saw. Her legs were so thin at her ankles, if I’d seen only them I’d say they are of a teenage model or something. As they go up to her knees they have a nice curve over her muscles. Her thighs are thick but they make a perfect joint with her ass. And her as… her ass made my mouth water… there were no signs of age on her skin. She must have used all kinds of creams and oils because there were no cellulite bumps. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Her back weren’t that wide at all; actually she had a very nice figure some of younger women shouldn’t be ashamed of.
Then, her hands went for her bra buckle. I saw her big red nails on her hands trying to catch it. The stripe holding them was pretty wide. It had to be considering the size of her jugs… She slowly but firmly unbuttoned it and you could see the relief of her shoulders as she removed her bra completely. I, seeing all of this from this point of view, was happier than if she was facing me, because in this way I was able to lift my head with less possibility of her seeing me. As she thrown her bra onto the couch, she stepped with her right leg out of the dress and stretched her arms through her hair up to the ceiling. Just about than I saw the outer sides of her tits on each side of her back. She then crouched down to get her dress and her ass splitted in two massive round bubbles. „If only I was down on that floor and she sat on my face like that…“ I said to myself. My dick was so hard in those tight boxers I was expecting them to break. And I knew if I slide my hand in them and grab my cock I’ll cum in a matter of seconds. She grabbed her dress and stood up again, buttoning the dress back. Only, this time she started to turn towards me while she was doing it.
I was so scared she might see me when she was done but I didn’t want to lose the chance to see her front side and how those tits look. And my God did they look good! They were the size of my head. They were huge but they didn’t hang so loose. It was like she still had her bra on. And how hard did I want to suck on her nipples then. There aureoles were big and dark brown. She had no tan lines on her so they didn’t stand out so much. But her nipples did stand. You could poke your eye with one. They were almost the size of a lollipop. I was pretty lucky she hasn’t seen me so I took a step to the side only to move myself from the light. I was so horny I almost jumped through the window and grabbed her. But, I had to start cooling down because I didn’t want this to finish like this.
While I was standing outside by her window, thinking of a way how to get close to her, she turned on her TV and that snapped me back to reality. I didn’t want to get caught in my voyeur beginnings so I slowly started sneaking back to my crib. While I was at it I didn’t watch my step and I pushed a big concrete vase that was on my way. It didn’t fall but it made a noise that my neighbor heard. My heart stopped for a moment but then I ran to my terrace. I didn’t want to open the doors to my apartment because than she’d know I was the one in front of her window. So I sat on my chair and I broke a cigar in half and lit it so if she came it would look like I’ve been sitting for some time now.
It didn’t pass much time when I heard those heels coming towards me. She didn’t hear our big squealing doors on our front yard so she knew her voyeur was still somewhere around the house. She came half way and asked:
– „Hello! Is anyone out here?! “
– „Only me! “ I answered. „Me and a furious cat. “
– „Furious cat?! “
She continued walking towards me. I waited until she finally arrived to my terrace to answer.
– „I think it was a cat, a big one, jumped over our wall right around here. Scared the shit out of me! “
The light in my apartment was on so I clearly saw her. She just pulled her dress on without her bra because she didn’t have that much time and as our conversation kept on going her nipples started to poke under that silky dress of hers.
– „A big cat you say huh? It sure sounded like something big… we’ll have to put a higher fence around our backyard, our neighborhood cats are starting to scare me…“
– „Oh, don’t be scared, a cat won’t do you any harm, they are so kind and sweet. Something probably scared her so she ran like crazy. “
– „Yeah, she probably was scared but she sure scared me good. My window was wide open; she could’ve jumped right in. I have to start closing them, especially in the evening“
– „Don’t worry, she wouldn’t do that, cats don’t jump right in. Only if you call them… than they might…“
– „Really? Huh, that’s a relief…“ she smiled.
– „Trust me! “ I said victoriously „By the way, my name is Mike, I’m your new neighbor“
– „Nice to meet you Mike. Not in this situation, but nice. My name is Monica, and I am the old neighbor here“
– „Old?! Yeah right…“
– „And what is that supposed to mean young man..? “
– „That would mean you are not old…“
– „I said I’m an old neighbor, referring to you, my new neighbor! I didn’t say I was old! I’m only halfway through, I’m 44! You don’t mean that’s old do you? I don’t look old do I? “
I thought I blew it; she made a step as if she’s going home.
– „Sorry, didn’t understand your first thought, but we agree you are not old! And you sure don’t look old to me…“
My answer stopped her.
– „Really? I don’t look old? Your lightning isn’t so good right now…“
– „It might not been now, but I’ve seen you today, when we met on the stairs. You’re a show stopper! No old lady can wear those 5 inch heels…“
My fetish started oozing on that one; I was scared I didn’t overdo with this one.
– „Well thank you very much young boy! And, they are 5 and a half actually…“
– „You’re welcome! “
That was all I had to say.
– „Well than, good night my new neighbor, and welcome to our neighborhood“
She waved her hand gently and started walking. I wanted to talk some more but didn’t want to be too pushy.
– „Good night Monica. And, don’t be afraid of cats, even if they’re big…“
– „Oh, I’m not that afraid of cats. I think I could handle a big cat with no problem… and Mike…“
– „Yes?! “
I was as quick as a cat on that one, jumped to my fence. She started walking back, came up really close to me. So close I could smell the rest of her perfume. She whispered:
– „I’ve seen you and your girl hanging a lot with the family from above… I’m sure they’ve already started filling your head with our little problems and with their thoughts of me and my life. Now Sara is nice but John…“
This is where I stopped her; I didn’t want this conversation to go in that direction.
– „Oh, yeah, don’t worry about that. “ I whispered back. „I don’t believe all the things I hear. Plus, I like to make my own thoughts…“
– „I believe you do boy, I believe you do…“
She slowly caressed my hand on the elbow while she said it. She took off her heels, gave me a wink and left. That was enough for today I thought. And while I watched her body slowly disappearing in the night, I came to a conclusion that this started pretty good for me…
After a good night sleep the morning started beautiful. I woke up around 8 o’clock and the day was ahead of me. My neighbor was the first thing I thought about so I decided today I’m going to do whatever it takes just to make a conversation again. I knew in time she would be more comfortable with me and that was my way in. I made my coffee and got to the terrace. Out of a habit I leaned over the fence and I saw the drier was empty. There was a big tree in my backyard that covered all of my terrace, my fence, and a good part of that backyard. I started picking on that tree hoping my neighbor would come out soon. But, that didn’t happen. Shortly I remembered John’s words…
– „Everyday she sleeps until noon! She doesn’t have to care about anything! Bla, bla, bla…“
That made me understand that I might be ahead of things. So I backed up to my terrace and sat on my chair. As soon as I drank my morning coffee I got up and went inside. I sat there for a while when around 10 o’clock I heard a noise that woke me up. It was Monica’s washing machine. This was a sign for me, I had to get ready and make an entrance. I went to my room, took of my sleeping shorts and jumped in my tight Speedo’s. I looked myself in the mirror and I was satisfied with my reflection. I have some pretty good genes so my weight is almost perfectly balanced. I don’t have a six pack but I’m not that far from them. I don’t like to work out and that is the only reason. I have some strong arms because I’m a working man, and my legs are pretty strong and muscular too because I drove a bicycle all of my childhood life, all the time. The genes and the bicycle made my ass just good for the Speedo commercial. I quickly sprayed a lot of tanning oil on me and rubbed it all over, took my towel and my sunglasses and went for my terrace.
I took out a new reclining chair out and placed it so I’m under the sun and so I have a direct view to my neighbor’s drier. I set it so I was almost lying down, so I could have a nice view under my glasses. I lied down and I waited. I waited as a big cat for her pray. I knew I have to shine for Monica so I replayed the last night striptease scene she made for me, although she didn’t know she was doing it for me, over and over again. I knew my dick is going to get pumped with some fresh blood and my Speedo’s will be filled just the way they are supposed to be. For her to see off course. I grabbed my crotch a couple of times just to set my dick straight, and while I was doing that I checked the windows on our house to see if somebody is already seeing my erection. On the first floor I noticed some kind of a hassle behind their drapes. I really wanted to find out who it was so I calmed down and pretended I’m going to sleep. After a few moments the drapes moved and I could clearly see it was Maya who’s checking me. She stood there for some time, obviously getting horny at her sight. That gave me a big satisfaction. If that young girl is looking at me for an obvious reason, my „older “ neighbor won’t be able to stay cool too.
Half an hour passed and Monica still wasn’t coming out. I almost fell asleep. Then, I heard her door being opened and she came behind the corner of the house with a big basket full of wet clothes. She came out in her standard clothes, her sons too big T-shirt and matching shorts. Then, she saw me lying. She looked left and right, lowered the basket quietly and then got back in the house. She was back in a couple of minutes wearing a short, white, almost see-through dress with a huge cleavage and some sexy wooden low-heel shoes that made pretty loud click’s on her pavement. As I kept on acting I’m sleeping on my chair, I was watching her every move behind my dark sunglasses. Every once and awhile she turned her head in my direction to check if im looking. She started to take stuff out from the basket facing towards me.
– „She got back and changed because of me?! “ I asked myself. „That girl is aiming at me, and aiming pretty good! “
First, there were her jeans on the drier. I presumed they were hers because they were red and had some cut out parts. Then that dress from yesterday, a sleeveless black shirt and some shorts. Then she turned her ass in my direction. When she did that I saw her underwear as if she had nothing over them. The dress was low cut at her back and so see-through I wouldn’t use it for mosquito protection on my window. She had a sexy neon orange bra and, off course, a matching thong. Her dress barely covered the cheeks of her ass as she was standing but then she bent over to the basket and slightly moved her legs apart as if she wanted to put something between them. And she did. My eyes. She took a couple of panties and started stretching them on the drier. Then she squatted all the way down and gloriously lifted her butt-cheeks she turned her head to check if I’m looking at her. I was ice-cold and didn’t want her to find out what I was really doing. I started to see more and more interest in me and I liked it. As she was maybe 5 meters away from me, I saw her pretty good. She grabbed some bra’s from the basket, then lifted her ass up and made a turn around the drier. She was now again facing me and she started hanging her bra’s one at a time as she was showing them to me.
My mouth was so dry by now I just had to take a sip from my glass. So I started stretching as if I just woke up from a nice long dream. I took my glass from the floor with one hand and my cell phone in with the other, as I leaned back to my chair i waved her with my phone as if I’m still not interested in what she’s doing. She waved back with her last bra and then hanged it. Then she took something from the basket that I couldn’t recognize. I slightly lifted the upper part of my chair, drank a good sip from the glass and left it on the handle of my chair, than lied right back into it still holding my phone. She pushed her basket away with her right leg and then started twisting that last part of her washed clothes. As she did that a gush of water sprayed all over her legs making them shiny. When that happened she looked at me as if she wanted to find out have I seen this. She kept her sight on me for a while and I was hoping she was aiming for my crotch. Then she started unwrapping the thing she was holding in her hands and then I found out what that really was. It was a couple of pairs of stockings. This time they weren’t from her son, but hers.
They were those sexy thigh high stockings that I guess no man dislikes. She had one red pair and one black pair of those shiny ones, and one pair of black fishnets. That one I didn’t expect. As she was stretching them one fell to the floor. She hanged all of those that were still in her hands and went for the fallen one. As she squatted again her ass touched her heels an her knees far apart I could almost clearly see her pussy. Her neon orange thong was completely see-through. It was just two straps of neon with every side of her pussy. The cloth was only at her top strap covering only the upper part of her nicely trimmed bush. Man was that upsetting me. As she reached her hands to grab the stocking she pushed her tits together and right there I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. She took the stocking up from the floor and stood up. She shook it pretty good while her tits bounced left to right. She hang that stocking and then she leaned back to the basket to reach for some more items. It felt like I was on a lingerie TV show. This time she pulled three of her thongs, black ones from yesterday, a pair of shiny pinky ones, and a pair of leopard style lace ones with a gold-ish string that goes through her ass crack. Those were a must see. Maybe my next hunting trophy. Wouldn’t it be nice to add those ones to my collection I asked myself. „Yes it would“ I said almost at loud. As she hanged them she took the last thing from her basket. And those were some tight, shiny black tights. I thought: „That was really brave of her to wear them“. And sexy as hell! This time when she looked at me she caught me with my jaw wide opened.
– „Have you seen any big cats today..? “She asked with a big smile.
– „No, not yet! But, who knows what the night could bring…“ I answered.
– „You’re sure right about that! “She agreed. „I wouldn’t want something to happen to my drier, or the clothes on it. Will you be keeping an eye on it for me? “
– „I sure will Monica, I sure will! Any other help needed? “I asked as I took my sunglasses off.
– „No, not for now at least, but thanks for asking! “
As she answered to me she grabbed her basket by the handle and went inside.
– „See you later Mike! “ She said while disappearing behind the corner of our house.
– „See you later…“ I whispered to my chin.
This was a sign for me. A sign that the show was over. For a short period at least… Since it was around noon, the sun was pretty high and strong so I went inside to take a shower to rinse all this oil that was still on me. I didn’t want to jerk to the scenes I just saw because I wanted to wait and see what the night could bring so I decided to take a cold one. While I took my Speedo’s off I noticed I really got a nice tan during my spying. I was over in a couple of minutes and naked and wet as I was I got to my kitchen and started preparing my lunch. I didn’t want to wear any clothes in case Monica comes over. I really wanted to see her reaction. But, the lunch was over and I ate very little of it because it was too hot outside and I was pretty tired from the sun. I got up from my table and went straight to my room to have a little afternoon beauty sleep. I didn’t fall asleep right away so I started to think about my neighbor again. It was so obvious that she was seducing me. And I wanted to go on with this playing more than anything in the world. I wanted to plan my next moves because, preparation is a big part of the job itself, but I didn’t got to plan that much. I fell asleep in a few moments still with her on my mind.
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Somewhere in the remote countryside lies a privately owned farmstead that spans out about 200 acres and is surrounded by sturdy fencing. The vast stretch of green is broken only by a wide dirt path that turns off from the interstate a few miles away and serves as the only way in and out of the farmstead.
A blue pickup truck drives up the dirt road, bouncing on the rough, worn ground as it passes through the gate onto the property. The truck bed is covered by a large tarp, concealing its contents. The driver honks once as it passes by, and the person sitting in the passenger seat waves briefly.
The truck continues on towards a large two-story farmhouse, which looks very modern and well kept. Nearby the farmhouse is a horse stable, with an enclosed area of ground in front of it to serve as a pen.
Pulling to a halt in front of the house, the driver parks it and shuts the engine off. The driver’s side door opens, and she steps out.
“Shania Twain.”
The Canadian country star looks over and smiles, shutting the truck door behind her. She’s dressed in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with the two top and bottom buttons undone (leaving only one strained button to contain her large tits), tight form-fitting blue jeans that hug her hips and ass, and brown leather boots.
“Hot enough for you?” she asks in greeting.
“Looks like it.”
“I was talking about the weather,” Shania corrects, though with an impish sparkle in her eyes.
“So was I.”
She laughs, her long brown hair blowing slightly in the breeze.
The passenger door opens and shuts after a moment, and footsteps in the dirt are heard as someone comes around the front end of the truck. “Hello!” Jewel’s greeting is as bright as her smile, the blonde folk and country singer dressed in a powder blue tank top (and clearly not wearing a bra, as her nipples poke through the fabric), cut-off denim shorts and black leather boots that come up to mid-calf.
“Nice to meet you, Jewel.”
“Same here!” Jewel responds gaily. “I’ve heard a lot about you and your…productions.”
“From Ms. Twain here, I take it.”
The two women exchange a sly glance and laugh. “Let’s just say she was there to help me get…comfortable with the idea.” Jewel says coyly
“There were others involved,” Shania adds. “Men…and women.”
“And toys.”
“And ice cream.”
“And handcuffs.”
“And a whip.”
“Okay, I get the picture.” Both women crack up. “So I’m guessing you two are ready to get started.”
“You think?” Jewel replies with a little laugh, her hands coming up to cup her own sizable breasts, jiggling them a bit.
“What do you say, Shania?”
In response, the brunette MILF pulls her shirt open, openly flashing her tits with a sunny grin.
“Let’s do this, then.” The two women walk over to the truck bed, where something shifts and moves underneath the tarp. “I have to say, I’m surprised you got the two of them to do this.”
“Actually, both of them pretty much agreed on the spot when they found out the other would be involved,” Shania says, undoing the knots of rope holding the tarp down. The hardest part was getting them here like this.”
So saying, she and Jewel pull off the tarp to reveal Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood, both stark naked and on all fours, their bodies covered with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat underneath the tarp. The girls have ball gags in their mouths and collars around their necks, and two butt plugs stick out of their asses.
Both blondes blink at the sudden brightness and Carrie starts getting to her feet. “No!” Jewel says sharply, reaching over and giving her a smack on the ass. Carrie lets out a muffled yelp and withdraws back on her hands and knees. “Bad Carrie! No getting up unless we say!” Making a noise of apology, Carrie bows her head slightly in submission, while Taylor stares straight ahead, waiting patiently.
Shania fiddles with the back panel of the truck bed, unlatching one side before unfolding and extending it, creating a small ramp to the ground. Reaching into the truck bed, she pulls out two leashes and attaches one to each girl’s collar.
“Come on, Taylor,” Shania says, tugging on her leash, and the 22-year-old crawls forward and down the ramp onto the dirt. “That’s a good girl,” Shania coos, crouching down beside her and reaching under to grope Taylor’s right breast. Taylor sighs in pleasure at the touch, her eyes fluttering.
“Let’s go, Carrie,” Jewel orders, and Carrie starts moving forward slowly. “C’mon, faster.” Still Carrie continues to take her time, now starting to come down the ramp. “Move your ass!” Jewel snaps, yanking on Carrie’s leash. This causes her to lose her balance and Carrie tumbles down the rest of the way, landing on her back in the dirt.
“Now look what you’ve done to yourself!” Jewel scolds, squatting down beside Carrie. The younger blonde’s hair is mussed, her body is streaked with dirt, and she looks slightly dazed from her fall. “You’ve gotten yourself all dirty!” Jewel begins slapping at Carrie’s body, paying special attention to her tits as she tries “brushing” the dirt off of her. Carrie squirms under Jewel’s rough administrations, her body tingling from the stinging smacks she’s getting.
“Looks like she’s gonna need a bath,” Shania comments, now massaging both of Taylor’s tits in her hands. Taylor’s moans are muffled through the ball gag, her back arching downward slightly.
“Guess so,” Jewel agrees. “You hear that, pretty bitch? We’re gonna give you a bath ‘cause you got soooo dirty.” With that she raises her hand and delivers a sharp slap onto Carrie’s clit, eliciting a squeal as Carrie instinctively tries to curl her legs up and over in an attempt to shield herself. “Nuh-uh, no one said you could do that.” Jewel grabs her legs and pulls them down again, spreading them open. Carrie lets out a muffled whimper, a look of trepidation on her face.
“Relax,” Jewel says in a soothing tone. “I’m not gonna do anything bad.” She leans down and gives Carrie’s pussy a long, slow lick. The anxiety on her face changes to a look of delight as Jewel continues to eat her cunt, licking up and down her labia while occasionally dipping her tongue into her slick inner folds. Wiggling her hips, Carrie closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of her approaching climax. Almost there…almost…
Moments before she’s about to cum, Jewel’s tongue ceases its heavenly administrations, and Carrie makes a plaintive noise, her eyes still closed, her head lost in a fog of arousal. Jewel’s voice cuts through suddenly. “Time for your bath, Carrie.”
Carrie’s eyes pop open just in time to see Jewel standing over her, a devilish grin on her face as she aims the shiny nozzle of a hose at her and squeezes the pump. A jet of shockingly cold water hits her body, and Carrie shrieks through the gag, reacting as though she’s being electrocuted. As the cold water hoses over her Carrie rolls over onto her hands and knees and attempts to crawl away quickly to avoid the spray.
“No! Bad Carrie! Stay!” Jewel shouts, keeping the hose on her as Carrie continues trying to escape. “Taylor!”
Carrie suddenly finds herself in a half-tackle, the 22-year-old throwing her naked body against her own, and both of them topple over onto the ground. Taylor locks both of Carrie’s wrists behind her back in a tight grip and hauls her up onto her knees, arching her back so Carrie’s tits are thrust out.
Seeing the perfect target, Jewel adjusts her aim of the hose, and Carrie cries out again, struggling vainly as the cold water sluices over her tits and stomach, running down her legs and dripping from her clit onto the ground. Taylor nuzzles the back of her neck, keeping Carrie in place by her hands.
Then Taylor begins squealing as well as a second blast of chilly water hits her in the back, this one directed by Shania, who has removed her top completely and unbuttoned the front of her jeans, showing off the top of her pubic mound as she hoses Taylor down from behind. Unthinkingly, Taylor releases Carrie and twists around, trying to shield herself from Shania’s ambush.
Seizing the moment, Carrie lunges at Taylor and the two wrestle in the dirt, curses and squeals exchanged between them. The ground beneath them is quickly becoming mud and sticking to their soaked bodies. Shania and Jewel keep their hoses on them, spraying both of them liberally.
“Look at these bitches,” Jewel says, her voice throaty with lust. One of her hands holds the hose steady while the other digs in her shorts, fingering her steaming twat. “These cunts are Grammy winners, for fuck’s sake—and now they’re tangling in the mud like animals.”
“It’s fucking sexy,” Shania agrees. “What do you say we up the ante?”
“Let’s,” Jewel nods, and both women shut off the hoses. They strip off the rest of their clothing and walk over to the two mud-covered girls, who continue struggling with each other obliviously. Carrie straddles Taylor’s stomach, squeezing the 22-year-old’s tits in her hands, while the squirming younger blonde yanks on Carrie’s hair with one hand and spanks her ass hard with the other. Shania and Jewel grab the girls by their collars and separate them, dragging their twats and asses through the mud in doing so.
“Stop it!” Shania orders loudly, and the two girls comply instantly, staring daggers at each other. She undoes Taylor’s gag and pulls it out of her mouth, while Jewel does the same for Carrie. “You’re completely filthy, the both of you. What do you two have to say for yourselves?”
“I’m sorry.” Taylor says, her eyes cast downward in deference.
“Me too,” Carrie chimes in, responding similarly.
“Good,” Shania nods. “Now how do you think you should be punished?”
The girls’ eyes widen, and immediately two different voices of protest fill the air.
“Don’t punish me! Punish her! She’s the one who started it!”
“Did not! You’re the one who tackled me!”
“YOU tackled me FIRST, you bitch!”
“Who’re you calling a bitch, you skank?”
“Skank?! Why, I oughtta—!”
“Enough!” Shania cuts in forcefully. “I don’t care who started it, but WE—” She gestures to Jewel and herself, a wickedly perverse gleam in her eye. “—are going to finish it.”
With that, the two women lead the muddy girls on all fours into the horse pen, where a long trough sits by the fence. Two steel faucets frame one side of the trough, their pipes stemming from the ground. Shania and Jewel position each girl in front of one faucet, looping the girls’ leashes around a fencepost so that their upper bodies hang over the trough.
“You two are going to clean yourselves,” Shania says, reaching into the trough and pulling out two large sponges. She hands one to each girl. “Jewel and I have plans for you filthy pigs, so you need to look decent.”
“I think I can help with that,” Jewel chimes in, bending over the trough as she reaches for something behind it. Carrie and Taylor’s mouths drop open as Jewel reveals two large black strap-ons, their shafts bulbous and veiny. Jewel gives one to Shania and the two women put them on.
“We’re going to fuck your tight asses with these cocks,” she continues, a little growl of lust in her throat as she strokes her strap-on with one hand. “Think of it as an incentive and a punishment. Whoever gets clean last has to suck the ass juices off of both these shafts.”
Before either girl can say anything, Shania and Jewel reach down and yank out their butt plugs, causing them to yelp. The two MILFs raise the soiled sex toys to their lips and start cleaning them off, getting a good taste of one of the girls’ assholes before trading off for the other.
“Mmm,” Shania murmurs, savoring the taste on her tongue. “I hope Taylor wins, her ass tastes fucking incredible.”
“I don’t think so,” Jewel replies, licking one of the butt plugs like a lollipop. “Carrie’s ass has a better flavor, almost like a spicy zest to it.”
Both women share a laugh as they position themselves behind the girls, with Jewel behind Carrie and Shania behind Taylor. Squatting slightly to place the tips of their strap-on dildos against the girls’ assholes, which gape open slightly from the butt plugs. The two women glance at each other and, with a grin and an unspoken prompt, lunge forward to sink in the thick plastic shafts into Taylor and Carrie’s bowels. The two young blondes let out identical shrieks as their assholes are speared, and Shania and Jewel clasp their muddy hips and start sodomizing them energetically.
“Wash yourselves, whores!” Shania barks. Taylor and Carrie comply immediately, turning the faucets on and soaking their sponges in water before beginning to scrub the mud from their bodies. The feeling of the fake cocks pistoning in and out of their assholes sends hot waves of pleasure through them, and they moan as their cunts throb with arousal.
“Guess I was wrong,” Jewel pants, her big tits heaving and jiggling as she pounds rhythmically into Carrie. “These bitches don’t have tight asses at all. Look, she’s taking most of my dick in her shithole after only a minute.”
“Taylor is, too,” Shania grunts, sweat dripping from her body. “It feels like she’s taken a lot of cock up here before.” She gives Taylor a slap on the ass for emphasis. “Is that true, slut? You’re just a little anal whore under all that innocence, right?”
“Ye-yes,” Taylor manages to reply, teeth chattering slightly as she washes mud off her tits. The water from the faucet is as cold as it was from the hose, and her nipples stand up hard against the soft, soaking sponge. “I-I’m a bu-buttfucking bitch. A total whore for cocks up my-up my ass.”
“Who fucks you?” Shania asks, moving one of her hands down to push two fingers into the 22-year-old’s cunt. “Who gets to climb inside this sexy ass of yours? Your band?”
“My band,” Taylor gasps, her arousal building. “My manager, the record company people, the recording studio guys—I let them all fuck my ass raw.”
“And how does it feel?” Shania continues, her voice getting lower as she continues pumping Taylor’s cunt and ass simultaneously. “How does it feel, knowing that all these people use your ass to stick their cocks and fingers and God knows what else? Knowing that all your hundreds of fans who come to see you live on stage can see your ass—but none of them know what a dirty little butt slut you are.”
Taylor moans, her head spinning. Over half her body is still covered in mud, and she tries to keep focused on cleaning it off, but Shania’s rampant fucking of her holes and wild dirty talk spur on her approaching climax. Next to her, Carrie can see the younger blonde’s predicament and uses it to her advantage, trying to get clean as fast as she can. Behind her Jewel continues to pound and out of her ass, but not quite as forcefully as before, her attention more focused on Taylor’s predicament. Carrie’s cunt throbs with the approach of her own climax, but being more experienced she holds back from giving into it. Scrubbing the last of the mud off her front, she ducks her head under the stream of cold water, running her fingers through her blonde locks to clean them out.
“What if they did know?” Shania purrs, now using her other hand to grope Taylor’s tits. “What if all your precious fans knew you’d give your asshole to them if they asked? What if they showed you, right in the middle of performing, a bunch of them lining up and fucking your shithole numb in front of everybody? Maybe you could write a song about it. It could be your next Grammy winner: ‘Sodomizing Swifty.’ What do you think of that, huh? What do you think of that, you SLUT?”
As she says this she gives the 22-year-old’s clit a pull while twisting her nipple at the same time. Taylor’s response is an inarticulate scream of pleasure, the sponge dropping onto the ground forgotten as her orgasm slams into her with the force of a hurricane. Her body quakes, her back arching and undulating with her breath coming in hitched gasps for air as Taylor loses herself in an overwhelming climax. Her hands scrabble in the dirt uncontrollably as she feels her cunt spasm and spurt out its juices on the ground below her. Seeing this, Carrie soaks her own sponge in the water once more and hastily scrubs mud from her legs, cleaning off the remainder of her body.
Finally, Taylor’s orgasm gradually winds down, and she regains her senses just in time to see Carrie finishing up. “Oh…oh, no!” she cries out, the extremely satisfied expression on her face changing to dismay.
“I did it!” Carrie shouts in triumph, throwing her sodden, filthy sponge back into the trough, which is more than half full of muddy water.
“You certainly did, slut,” Jewel says, pulling her strap-on out of the blonde’s ass with a wet pop and giving it one final slap for emphasis. Carrie breathes a sigh of relief as the older singer goes to stand in front of Taylor, whose body is still covered in mud from the waist down. Shania pulls out of her ass and moves around also, the two dominant MILFs pointing their soiled strap-ons at Taylor’s lips. “Now clean us off, bitch!” Jewel commands her.
Taylor looks from one to the other, her eyes pleading. “But I…I–”
“You knew the rules,” Shania says firmly. “You still look like a pig that’s been wallowing in his sty, so you might as well act like one. Now suck off these ass-flavored cocks!”
Seeing no other option, Taylor opens her mouth and Shania thrusts her hips forward, pushing her plastic shaft as far as it can go. The full flavor of her own bowels overtakes the 22-year-old’s taste buds, but she continues to clean it off as best as she can. Taylor had done ass-to-mouth before plenty of times, but it seemed like Shania had gone deeper into her asshole than anyone else had before.
“Look at me, Tay,” Shania says softly, one handing gently cupping her cheek. Taylor looks up, her hazel eyes expressing a look of obedience that is somehow both innocent and lustful at the same time. “You look so beautiful right now,” Shania tells her. “Right here, on your knees sucking a fat cock—you’ve never looked more amazing.”
Her loving words make Taylor blush slightly, and her oral administrations slow down, becoming a little more sensual as she cleans off the underside of the strap-on by licking it up and down with her tongue, never breaking eye contact with the brunette singer.
The tender moment is broken by Jewel, who practically pulls Shania’s fake cock from Taylor’s mouth. “Enough of the sappy shit,” she snaps. “It’s my turn now.” She takes Shania’s place and shoves her own filthy strap-on into Taylor’s mouth, pushing it all the way towards her throat. Grasping the younger blonde’s head in her hands, she starts pumping her hips back and forth, essentially skull-fucking Taylor. The taste of Carrie’s ass is totally different from her own and, combined with the repeated attempts of invasion into her gullet by Jewel, causes Taylor to choke and gag, long streamers of spit running across the fake shaft and out past her lips down her chin.
“You know what’s really beautiful?” Jewel says in a half-snarl. “Mouth-fucking your pretty little face, just like this. You let all those fuckers use your ass as a cum dump? I bet your mouth is just a cock rag to them, something to clean their dicks with after tearing your shithole apart.”
“How many dykes have you had up there, hmm?” she continues. “I saw the way you came from Shania’s ass pounding, it looked like you were having a fucking seizure. Do you like being fucked by bitches more, is that it? Are you just a big lezzie slut under all that cock you take? Answer me!” Taylor’s only responses are wet sucking gasps and gags as Jewel continues pumping at her throat.
“Yeah, choke that queer cunt with your cock!” Carrie yells out, sitting back on her haunches, her fingers sliding in and out of her twat as she watches.
Her outburst proves to be a mistake, as Shania rounds on her, all tenderness gone from her face and voice. “Did we say you could talk? AND you’re fingering yourself without our permission? Bad, naughty Carrie!” She grabs Carrie’s wet hair and yanks the squealing blonde forward until her head is over the trough. Shania squats down beside her and uses three fingers to shove up Carrie’s ass, which is still gaping open from her assfucking. As Carrie reacts to the anal invasion Shania dunks her head into the muddy water.
“You don’t talk until we tell you!” Shania says in a loud voice, roughly thrusting her fingers in and out of Carrie’s ass. Arms flailing, Carrie tries to pull her head out of the cold dirty water, but Shania holds her firmly in place, continuing to speak over the sounds of gurgling and splashing. “You don’t move until we tell you! You don’t cum until we MAKE you, and when you do you thank us for the privilege! Is that understood?”
Shania pulls Carrie’s head out of the trough. The blonde singer is soaking with filthy water from her neck up, with much of it matting her hair to her scalp and more of it running down her body. Spitting out water and gasping, Carrie manages to utter “Wha-what—?”
Making a ‘tsk’ noise, Shania dunks her back in, now adding a fourth finger to Carrie’s ass. “I said, is that understood?”
Pulling Carrie out again, the drenched singer’s mind is torn from both the cold water soaking her head and the boiling heat of her oncoming orgasm, which can no longer hold back. “Please, Shania, I…I—”
Her words are cut off as Shania submerges her head a third time, the brunette’s fingers pistoning in and out of Carrie’s ass. Shania curls her thumb inwards, trying to get it inside as well. “Is. That. Under. Stood.” She punctuates each word with a hard thrust of her fingers before pulling Carrie’s head up.
“Yes! Yes, I understand! I’m sorry!” Carrie shouts, desperate lust tinging her voice.
“Good.” With that Shania draws her fingers almost all the way out of her ass before ramming them back in one final time, this time adding her thumb so she fists Carrie’s ass. Carrie arches her back, her tits thrusting outwards as she shrieks out the climax ripping through her system. Her body jerks and shudders, her asshole clenching tight around Shania’s fingers, and her cunt lets loose with a spray of juice that covers the ground in front of her. Shania continues to push her fingers forward, driving Carrie’s orgasmic state even higher as she can feel the digits pushing against the inner walls of her bowels and making her cunt spasm.
Slowly Carrie returns to Earth, her body relaxing, and Shania pulls her fingers free of the blonde’s ass and sucks them clean. “Th-thank you, Mistress,” Carrie says, sweating and out of breath. This causes Shania to laugh. “‘Shania’ is fine, but I like the way you think,” she replies.
She looks over to Jewel, who has discarded her strap-on and made Taylor lie on her back on the ground before sitting on the 22-year-old’s face, her asshole directly on top of he younger blonde’s mouth. Jewel plays with Taylor’s tits lazily, a relaxed smile on her face as she feels Taylor’s tongue lapping at her anal ring, with shivers of pleasure coursing through her as it slips into her body.
“How does she feel?” Shania asks with a knowing grin.
“Fucking amazing,” Jewel replies. “Her tongue is incredible, it’s getting in deeper than I thought. Part of me just wants to take her home and use her mouth like this all the time: watching TV, recording in the studio, eating dinner…hell, maybe even for taking a dump.” This draws a muffled noise from Taylor, and Jewel laughs. “I guess she doesn’t like that idea.”
“I think these two have been good little fuck-pets,” Shania says, rubbing Carrie’s back gently as Carrie continues to recover from her intense climax. Her asshole feels like its been split wide open (which it has, still gaping from the fist she took) and briefly she wonders if it’ll ever close back up. “What do you say we treat them to something?”
“What did you have in mind?”
Shania nods her head towards the horse stable. “In there. I’ve got…a few things for these two sluts.”
Somewhat reluctantly, Jewel raises herself off of Taylor’s mouth and stands up, as does Shania. Taking the leashes, the two MILFs lead Taylor and Carrie to the horse stable, the girls’ hearts beating fast with nervousness and anticipation as to what could be in store for them.
Inside the stable are eight men sitting around on stools or on the straw-covered floor, all of them naked and with thick, hard cocks between their legs. They stand as the Shania and Jewel enter, leading the two fuck-pets. Shania and Jewel detach the leashes. “All right, guys, we’ve got two prime pieces of ass to stick your dickmeats into,” Shania says to the men. “Have fun with them—and make sure they cum with your cocks in one of their holes.”
She and Jewel step back as the men surround the girls, crouching down and groping their tits and cunts. One of them gets his cock in Carrie’s mouth and she begins sucking on it, her tongue lapping the veiny underside of his shaft. Another man kneels behind her and starts tonguing her ass, licking up and down her crack before digging into her bunghole. The wet tongue sliding up her abused backside feels good, and Carrie arches her back downward instinctively, sticking her ass out further to get the guy’s tongue in deeper.
Next to her Taylor is sucking on two cocks, alternating between each one as both men try to get their dicks as deep in her mouth as they can. A third man is getting jerked off expertly with both hands while a fourth kneels behind her and positions his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He fucks in slowly, relishing the sensation. “Goddamn, her pussy’s tight!” he says. “Her asshole may be a fucking train wreck from all the dick she’s taken up it, but her cunt’s wrapping around my cock like a glove!”
Taylor moans in delight at the feeling of her pussy getting pumped with steely cock, the guy fucking deeper into her body with each thrust. Though she wasn’t a virgin by any means she normally didn’t take many men up her quim, in the hopes that it would retain much of its snugness on the occasions when it was filled, thus add to the pleasurable sensations she’d get. This was much better than having a loose-lipped, worn-out cunt that would have required baseball bats to get off. Taylor can feel her arousal building, her clit throbbing for release as the guy fucks her at a steady pace.
Meanwhile the man Carrie has been blowing changes positions, now lying on his back on the ground. Carrie straddles his hips and poises her twat over his cock, sinking down upon it with a look of bliss. He reaches up and plays with her tits, rolling her nipples with his thumbs as she starts riding him, bouncing up and down his cock. Two guys stand near her head, one on either side of her, and she leans over to take one cock in her mouth, her hands stroking the other’s shaft and cupping his balls.
Shania and Jewel sit back on their stools and watch the show intently, both women fingering themselves. Jewel is leaking a steady stream of cunt juice over her fingers, and they make a wet, sloppy noise as she pulls them out of her gash. Absently sticking them in her mouth and sucking on them for a minute, she says to her companion. “Damn, this is hot.”
Shania nods mutely, watching as the guy cunt-fucking Taylor pulls out with a audible pop and thrusts into her ass in the same motion. Pumping in and out for a few moments he withdraws and replaces his cock back in Taylor’s cunt, fucking it again for a bit before starting the cycle over.
“Think we should join in?” she asks.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jewel replies with a smile. She stands up and walks over to the small group surrounding Taylor. Choosing the man not being orally or anally serviced by the 22-year-old, she places her hand on his shoulder and turns him around, leaning in to kiss him passionately. The two of them make out heavily for a minute, his hands cupping her ass while hers jack his dick. Breaking the kiss with a hungry look in her eyes, Jewel makes him back up against the wall, her hands still wrapped around his shaft. Removing her hands to place on the wall for balance she raises her leg in the air, spreading her pussy lips open as she does so, and he holds it up with one hand without prompt. Raising her hips slightly up, Jewel positions her soaking cunt at the tip of his cock before moving forward and letting the first few inches slide into her body. The man gets his other arm around her waist and pulls her down even further onto his dick, and both of them moan in pleasure.
Now securely mounted on his cock, she releases the wall and holds onto his neck. He does the rest, letting go of her leg to wrap both around her waist to lift and lower her up and down his shaft. Jewel starts kissing him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth eagerly, her body held off the ground only by his strong arms and his manhood.
Shania, meanwhile, lies down on the ground with legs spread wide. The man not currently getting pleasured by Carrie kneels between them and spears the woman’s cunt with one push. He fucks her in earnest, her experienced twat taking him deep within a few minutes, and soon his balls are slapping against her labia.
Taylor’s sodomizer buries himself in her ass and grips her by the waist, with the blonde singer squealing as he pulls her over and on top of him as he lies back on the ground. Her legs are wide open, showing off her glistening twat and her well-used asshole alternatively engulfing and disgorging the thick shaft. One of the men she’d been blowing sees his opportunity and moves in, getting between her legs and placing his cock at her labia before pushing in steadily. Although Taylor has done double penetration before (and only a few times at that) the sight of two cocks invading both of her holes combined with feeling both shafts through the thin membrane separating them always sends her mind into overdrive.
“Oh fuck—FUCK!” she screams as her climax touches down with the force of a bomb. Her skin flushes red, her toes curl, and her body shakes as her orgasm rips through her. Both her asshole and cunt spasm and clench around the organs pumping into them, sending bolts of pleasure through the men. The man in her ass holds back his own climax for dear life, not wanting to come just yet. The other man can’t help it; her twat practically grips his cock so he can’t move, and seeing the pretty, innocent-looking teenage superstar act like a total whore and cumming from his dick drives him over the edge also.
“Aahhh, Jesus!” he moans, his heart pounding in his ears as he feels his load of hot semen boil over from his balls and blast through his shaft into Taylor’s warm, welcoming cunt. The spurts are fitful, but each one feels like he’s shooting a bucketful of jism into her.
Carrie has bent forward, taking another cock up her ass to fuck alongside the one in her cunt in a double penetration of her own. She goes one step further than Taylor, however, greedily sucking on a third cock in her mouth, her squeals of pleasure muffled around the meat. After a few minutes the men in her ass and mouth switch ends, and Carrie eagerly takes the ass-flavored dick on her tongue, swirling it around the shaft before capturing it between her lips.
The man Taylor’s blowing pulls his dick from her mouth, the spit-soaked shaft slapping wetly on her cheek and leaving a trail of saliva. He moves away from Taylor to Jewel, standing behind her as she continues to get her cunt fucked. The man plunging in and out of her cunt pauses, holding her steady as the second man eases his cock into Jewel’s asshole. “Ohhhh, shit, that’s so good,” Jewel moans, her eyes closed and her expression one of ecstasy as she feels her colon expanding around the thick meat digging into her body. “Your cock is sliding in so easily—it must be fucking drenched from being in that bitch’s mouth.” The two men start fucking her holes in unison, both thick shafts sliding into her holes at the same time, and within minutes Jewel throws her head back and wails as her orgasm overtakes her, and her body quakes between the two men. The man fucking her cunt suckles on her large tits, increasing her pleasure.
Having milked the last drops of semen into her willing pussy, the guy withdraws from Taylor’s cunt and moves away to sit back on the floor, catching his breath. This allows Taylor’s sodomizer to increase his pace, and he does so, grasping her by her inner thighs and pulling her onto his cock while raising his hips at the same time. Taylor’s assfuck becomes wild and frenetic as the man’s cock bottoms out in her experienced shit-chute, his balls slapping loudly against her stretched anal ring. The 22-year-old’s whole body shakes with the jackhammer-like thrusting and she is screaming herself hoarse as the constant ass-pounding sets off an endless string of orgasms, with cunt juice squirting liberally from her twat.
It isn’t long before he reaches climax, and he pulls Taylor down on his cock and holds her there, his ass lifted up off the ground as he wordlessly shouts out his orgasm, his cock spewing semen deep into Taylor’s ass. His hips jerk upward for a few moments, as though the intensity of his orgasm threatens to pull him bodily into Taylor’s sperm-laden bowels before, finally, it reaches its conclusion and he collapses back down onto the floor, with Taylor lying on top of him. Both of them are sweaty and panting from exhaustion, with matching expressions of dazed satisfaction.
Carrie feels the cock in her mouth start twitching and pulsing as the man groans, his breath quickening. Sensing his climax, she backs off on his dick until only the head remains past her lips before sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing a bit with the effort as she flicks the tip of her tongue up and down his piss-slit.
All the blood drains from the man’s face, and he grits his teeth, making guttural noises from his throat as his cum rockets up from his balls, through his shaft, and into Carrie’s waiting mouth. Carrie feels the first few warm shots of semen hose across her tongue and teeth, streaking the inside of her mouth, and she quickly pulls his spurting cock from her mouth with one hand, jerking him fast as she directs the rest of his heavy load onto her face. More streamers of sperm splatter her cheeks, nose, and forehead as Carrie looks the man straight in the eye, keeping her mouth open so he can see the cum collected in her mouth. The man can hardly breathe, feeling as though every drop of fluid in his body is being drained out of his cock in reverence to the gorgeous blonde in front of him. His eyes remain locked onto the gorgeous country singer’s brown ones, and though she continues to get double penetrated by two other men, her cum-covered face holds an expression of grateful pleasure that he somehow feels is meant for him alone.
His balls have seemingly given up their last bit of semen, yet his cock continues to jerk and throb in orgasm, sending jolts of pleasure through his body, and he feels himself getting lightheaded, dimly wondering if his climax will ever end. Carrie continues to stroke his cock at a fast pace, not even slowing down even though no more cum is coming out. Still maintaining eye contact, she winks at him before darting her sperm-sprayed tongue out to lap at the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He gasps like a drowning man, feeling his lower muscles strain as, incredibly, a final few drops of cum are squeezed out from his dick onto her tongue. Carrie withdraws her tongue and closes her mouth, slowing down her hand on his shaft before giving the head a soft kiss and releasing his overworked, exhausted cock. Now free, the man staggers back a couple of steps before practically collapsing on the ground, a dazed look on his face.
Carrie swallows the cum in her mouth before licking her lips. Her cunt is on fire, and she badly needs the release. She looks down at the man plumbing the depths of her twat. “C’mon,” she says in a low hiss, hoping Shania and Jewel won’t hear her “breaking the rules” and decide to discipline her for it. “Make me cum! Make this horny motherfucking bitch cum!” She illustrates her need by squeezing her cunt muscles around his shaft, almost stopping him in mid-thrust before starting to grind her hips on him. Carrie leans down, her breasts pressing against his chest. “Your dick feels so good digging into my wet, slutty fuckhole,” she whispers into his ear. “Don’t you want to feel me cumming all over your cock like some hot fucking porn star? I know I want to feel YOU cumming in me—feeling all your jizz shooting deep into my twat, mmmm, it’s gonna feel so warm inside of me. Let’s get off together, so I can feel you draining your balls in my cumming pussy. I’ll feel like such a dirty little slut.”
Her nasty talk in his ear combined with her clasping pussy and undulating hips are more than enough to get him to the breaking point, and he grunts as he loses control, his cock starting to cum fitfully into her body. The first spurt of warm semen sets Carrie off, and she lets out a loud moan, clasping his shoulders to steady herself as her climax explodes through her system. The muscles in her body spasm wildly from her orgasm and, incredibly, this allows the man fucking her ass to cum as well, his cock buried in her clenching asshole. He grabs her asscheeks and pushes himself as deep as he can into her bowels before unleashing his balljuice, breathing heavily as he drains his cum within. Carrie coos in pleasure at the feeling of both holes being flooded with semen.
By the wall Jewel continues to be eagerly double-fucked, with two sets of balls slapping against her skin. The man in her ass, sensing his orgasm, pulls out of her bowels and quickly moves back over to Taylor. Kneeling down, he directs her head to his cock, and she sucks on him obligingly, cleaning Jewel’s ass juices from his shaft. He fucks himself against the inside of her mouth, making her cheek bulge with his meat, before withdrawing and jerking his dick hard for a few moments. Grunting, streamers of pearly-white semen explode from his piss-slit onto her face, streaking her cheeks and forehead. Taylor sticks out her tongue to catch some of his load, and she swallows it down as he milks the last of his cum across her nose.
Meanwhile the man still fucking Jewel hits his limit and cums, holding her in place as his floods her slick inner walls with sperm. She has her climax also and she leans in close, clamping her mouth on his neck as her body shudders in his arms. His strength falters and he sinks to the ground, still holding Jewel. At the same time Shania and her man are also cumming, with the guy pulling out and jacking off all over her tits and stomach while she massages her clit furiously, cunt juice sprinkling over her fingers.
Everyone relaxes for a few minutes, trying to cool themselves down from the intensely hot orgy. Finally Jewel raises her head and looks over at Carrie and Taylor, who haven’t moved from lying on top of their men, completely exhausted from the day’s events. “I think are two little fuck-pets are all worn out,” she says to Shania, who remains on her back looking up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Can’t say I blame them,” Shania replies, slowly getting to her feet and stretching her muscles. “Why don’t we give these two a bath—a proper bath—and put them to bed?”
“Only if we can join them,” Jewel says, feeling her own fatigue.
Shania nods, and Jewel stands shakily. The men also rise, with two of them cradling Taylor and Carrie (who are half-asleep at this point) in their arms. The group heads out of the stable towards the farmhouse. Pulling open the door, Jewel goes inside, the men following behind. Shania is the last to enter, shutting the door behind her.
THE END
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CHAPTER 8
Papa’s men delivered her furniture, clothes, and computer on Monday. We put the furniture in the garage until we could figure out what to do with it, the clothes in the closet in the spare room, and the computer on my desk. Marta explained that she did much of her work at home. We sat in the kitchen with some graph paper as we discussed how to make the house bigger. I thought about extending the rear to enlarge the kitchen and bathroom, adding a door directly from our bedroom and almost doubling the bedroom.
Behind the garage on the other side I could add another room where Marta could work. We went back and forth several times before agreeing on a scheme. I thought I could do almost all the work myself during my upcoming summer vacation.
Marta and I were invited to dinner the following Sunday. We shared the plans with Papa and Jimmy. They had some suggestions which we were glad to incorporate. I asked Papa what he knew about getting a permit. He said he would take care of it so a week later his attorney dropped by with the document, reminding me that it had to be posted and that I had to follow the building code. He also gave me the name of one of Papa’s friends who could dig out the crawl space and build the foundation. I needed this in spite of the cost; it would save me weeks of back-breaking labor.
They finished the work in less than a week. I began framing the following day. I’m not the fastest worker, but I do put in long days. It took me two days to frame and install the subfloor and three more to build the walls—exterior and interior. The roof beams were harder. First I had to figure out what angles to cut the lumber. I’m an amateur so I do things by trial and error until I get it right. I use lighter and cheaper lumber. Once I had it angled correctly I used that piece as a template for the real beams; this step took me three days. I used exterior plywood for the roof and walls—I hate that particle board a lot of builders use. That took another week. By July fourth I had the structure enclosed and the roof in place.
Of course, I didn’t work every day. It rained several days and there was fishing. In mid-June I switched from blackfish to fluke, what is known as summer flounder in the south. Unlike blacks which can be fished on any tide, fluke will only feed during the last two hours of the incoming tide and the first two of the outgoing. This means we went out at all different times. Marta and I especially enjoyed evening fishing. The temperature was somewhat cooler, Marta didn’t have to worry about sunburn, and there were many fewer boats on the water then. That’s important because I like to drift for these fish; it also meant that we could get playful—licking and sucking each other and even fucking on those occasions when we were out after dark. We loved going fishing.
I had to explain the differences between the two fish to Marta who always had assumed that fishing was fishing. It took her a while, but within a week or so she had it down pretty well. One of the things about fishing—the fish has no idea who’s on the other end of the line. A rank amateur can out fish a pro on any given day. I caught plenty of fish during our first three trips, but most of them were throw-backs—fish shorter than the legal limit. Marta, on the other hand, caught fewer but bigger fish, her largest topping the scale at four pounds.
Later in the summer the fluke fishery dried up so we changed again to porgy, or scup. These are smaller in the Sound—a pounder being big—but extremely plentiful. They’re good eating, but bony as they’re really too small to fillet. On the positive side they are easily caught and a lot of fun. We also tried trolling and chumming for bluefish, a fish I never eat. They’re much too strong tasting and oily for my taste. It was during one of these trolling sessions that Marta asked if we could visit her parents. Of course, I agreed. Marta had spoken to her parents several times and every conversation ended in tears. I was about to find out why. I knew her parents were old fashioned in the extreme so I was nervous—how would they feel about our living arrangements?
We took the train into Brooklyn on a Saturday. Their apartment was only a few blocks from the station. Brooklyn has a bad reputation, mostly unearned, as a dangerous place, but I wasn’t worried. Tony had been appointed as Marta’s bodyguard—a position he took most seriously since the Marco fiasco. Tony was armed and he was a Karate black belt. Moreover, he looked tough, even though Marta and I found him to be a genuinely nice guy.
Marta knocked on the door; it was answered by her father. I didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t his daughter and two men. He invited us in—reluctantly, I thought—and Marta introduced us, “Tata (daddy), Matka (mother) this is Peter—I owe my life to him and this is Tony, my bodyguard.” They made some unpleasant faces and the visit went downhill from there. Tony excused himself, taking station outside the door.
When Marta and her mother went to make some refreshments I took the opportunity to speak with her father, but before I could say a word he told me what he thought, “I do not approve of how you two are living. It is sinful.”
“I understand how you feel, sir and that’s one of the things I wanted to speak with you about. I’m planning on changing those arrangements…and soon.”
“So, you are just like all the others—take your pleasure and run.”
“Well, actually, sir I was going to ask for your blessing. I plan to ask Marta to marry me. I’d like for your approval, but I’m going to ask her with or without it. I love Marta and she loves me. We want to be together…always.”
“I think you are rushing things. A suitable engagement of two to three years is appropriate and, of course, you could not possibly live together during that period.”
“I was thinking more about two or three MONTHS at most, and probably less. I accept that you don’t like our living together, but we are and we have no intention of changing. As I said, I hope for your approval, because when I ask for her hand I will also ask her to remove her contraceptive implant. I hope you would want to see your grandchild.”
“Hmmm. I also do not approve of this gangster you have been associating with.”
“Mr. Vanek, that “gangster” as you refer to him has been a huge supporter of Marta. He considers her a part of his family. When she was threatened by David Cartwright’s friends he had four of his best security men guarding her day and night. Tony works for him, as well. He has never asked to be paid and if I offered he would be highly insulted. He is like a father to me—he has been my father since mine passed away almost twenty years ago. He has invited us to dinner this evening so you will have the chance to meet him and make up your own mind.”
“I liked David.”
“Sure, so did Marta, right up until the moment he tried to kill her and later sent his buddies to finish the job. Last I heard from the FBI he was crying about getting a deal by squealing on the loan sharks he was dealing with. Face it, Mr. Vanek, all Cartwright wanted was to trade Marta’s life for a million bucks.”
“I suppose what you say is true. Can you support my daughter and a family?”
“I think so, sir. I’m a teacher and you probably know we earn pretty good money on Long Island. I have a Masters Degree and I’m also a Veteran of the U.S. Marines. I earn more than $80,000 a year. I also have considerable savings and investments because I didn’t run around like an idiot when I was alone, either in the service or later.” That’s the way it went—sparring back and forth. I couldn’t believe he said he liked David after everything he’d done to Marta. He never even thanked me for saving his daughter’s life three times. Things got a bit better when Marta returned with her mother, but not much.
Around five Tony knocked on the door informing us that the limo had arrived to take us to dinner. Mr. Vanek scowled, Mrs. Vanek beamed, apparently impressed by Papa’s affluence. I took the jump seat, allowing Marta to sit with her parents; Tony sat up front. Even in the limo he was ever vigilant. We drove across the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. The driver took the West Side Drive—it was faster—with spectacular views of the Hudson and the Palisades—the vertical cliffs—on the Jersey side. He exited at West 57th Street toward Madison Avenue, turning right and stopping on East 63rd Street at the Post House Restaurant. We walked in to meet Mama and Papa in the lobby.
Marta handled the introductions and I could have sworn the temperature dropped twenty degrees. Marta’s father was being a total ass. Even Marta noticed and was upset. I was revolted by his reaction when she called the Pellegrini’s Mama and Papa. We were escorted to a private room where we sat at a round table for six—Tony would eat, but he was still working. The Post House is an expensive steak house, even by Manhattan standards, and Mr. Vanek commented repeatedly about the wastefulness of spending so much for a simple meal. I would have thought he was paying. Papa took Mr. Vanek by the elbow and left the room with him in tow. They returned ten minutes later, sat down smiling, and we all experienced a major thaw. There was actual casual conversation and laughter. I would never ask Papa what he said or did, but it was magic.
Later during the meal Mrs. Vanek asked Marta how she could eat so much. We all laughed crazily until Marta described some of Mama’s meals. Even the Vanek’s laughed then. The rest of the meal went well, although everyone gasped when they saw the lobster I had ordered—it was a huge three-pounder. I shared some with Marta and I could see her mom approve of how I treated her. Maybe she could thaw her father.
We said good-bye to Mama and Papa and returned to the limo. We dropped the Vanek’s off at their apartment, commenting on how we both had to be up early to work on the addition. It was almost ten when the limo dropped us at the house. Marta and I went in; Tony was relieved by two evening guards. Marta led me to the bedroom, but I resisted. “There’s something I need to do first. C’mon, I want to show you something.” I sat her on the couch, knelt on the floor, and reached under a cushion. “I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while, but I wanted to speak with your dad first. Now I’ve done that so there’s nothing stopping me…except my own nervousness. So here goes…Marta, I love you more than anything. I can’t conceive of ever being without you. Will…you…,” I took a deep breath, “marry me?” I whipped out the ring and showed it to her.
I can’t say that she saw it, at least not right away. Her face was in her hands. I couldn’t believe she was shocked. When she dropped her hands I could see the huge smile on her face. She held her shaking hand out for me; I put the ring, a one-carat solitaire, on her finger. She leaned down to kiss me. Then she stood, pulled me up, and led me to the bedroom—a perfect ending to an imperfect day.
CHAPTER 9
We made love all night—over and over—in every position imaginable and even in some I couldn’t imagine. We finally stopped around five, so exhausted we couldn’t stay awake. We woke at ten and made love again, Marta rolling me on my back and riding me as she rubbed her clit and her nipples into my body. I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her down, sinking my cock deep into her body. As we moved together I lifted her off the bed with every thrust—over and over, harder and harder until, at last I erupted into her. Marta shivered and shook, coming just as my last fountain of semen drenched her vaginal walls.
I held her close, kissing her cheek, “I have one other thing to ask you.” She lifted her head looking at me questioningly. “Will you please lose that implant thing? I’ll bet Celia can point you to a doctor who can do it.” Marta nodded happily and jumped from the bed. “I need to make some calls,” she shouted from the hall. I was surprised at the order—first, she called Celia then Marianne. Those calls seemed to take forever. Then she phoned Andrea—that was only a trifle shorter. Her next call was to Mama. I knew that would be a long one. She even insisted on talking to me, telling me it was about time. I knew she wanted me to hook up with Marianne or Celia, but that would be like incest—they were more like sisters to me than anything else. Finally, after more than two hours on the phone, she called her mother.
Mama invited us to dinner the next evening and we talked about the wedding. We wanted to marry soon, but we also wanted a proper wedding and reception. I wondered where we could find a suitable hall on such short notice. Papa scowled, “Why not use Casa Pellegrini? Didn’t you ever see ‘The Godfather?’” We discussed it for an hour and agreed—as if there was ever any way we could possibly disagree.
I only had a few friends from work and, of course the entire Pellegrini family. Marta had a few girlfriends however Papa and Mama had tons of friends. Papa arranged for a Cardinal to marry us on their patio. The reception would be in their back yard which was enclosed by a high hedge and totally private. It was set for the last Saturday in August. Marta and I would have a week for a honeymoon before I had to return to work the Tuesday after Labor Day.
Marta’s mother was thrilled but her father refused to participate. Frankly, I was relieved, especially when Papa volunteered to give her away. He also paid for the entire affair. It was a generous and much appreciated gift. I had nothing to do with the dress. With four Pellegrini women and Marta my opinion wasn’t needed. I did learn from Marta though that the shop initially told them that the alterations would take six weeks, however after Mama had a word with the owner in private that was suddenly changed to two, much to the chagrin of the saleswoman.
Several weeks before the wedding, after weeks of legal wrangling, the three would-be assassins made bail. I was worried and told Papa of my concerns. “I don’t think you have any reason for concern” he said, a small smile on his face. He was right. A week later the one I had shot in the arm was killed during a mugging. Four days after that a second was killed in a hit-and-run. The driver was never identified—the car was stolen. Two weeks later the third committed suicide, at least that’s what the coroner’s decision was. David Cartwright was still in custody in Bellevue; he had already been denied bail. Now all I had to worry about was the wedding.
Papa was old school when it came to a wedding. No disc jockey for him; he hired a six piece orchestra along with a locally famous caterer to serve prime rib cooked to order, bartenders, waiters and every other kind of servers imaginable. There would be a cocktail hour immediately following the ceremony. Two open bars would accommodate the 240 guests. Later dinner would be served at tables set up under a huge canopy with sides that could be lowered in the event of rain. If that happened a large portable air conditioning unit would keep the area comfortable. It can be hot and humid in August. Fortunately, it was a clear day with the high around 80 with a mild breeze coming off the Sound.
I thought I had been nervous my first day in Afghanistan as a sniper and again my first day as a teacher. It was nothing compared to getting married. I was calm as can be when I faced the four attackers, but now I was literally shaking in my shoes. Standing on the patio with Jimmy as my best man I almost hyperventilated and I think I would have had it not been for Jimmy. He cracked a few jokes about how terrible it was being married. Then I remembered that I was hopelessly in love with Marta and that we’d been living together for almost three months—this was just going to make it official. I relaxed right up until the orchestra began the “Wedding March.” Then I almost peed in my pants.
I turned into the house and got the first glimpse of my bride; it was seeing an angel. Marta wore a form-fitting gown—strapless with little baby pearls all around what she later told me was the bodice. A long train flowed behind her along the shiny floor. Papa looked great in his tux, but next to Marta I didn’t think anyone would notice. He led Marta to me, lifted her veil and kissed her gently on the cheek before joining Mama in the first row of guests. We faced the Cardinal who was resplendent in his bright red robes.
The good thing about having the wedding here was that we wouldn’t have a Mass. I hadn’t been to Mass since my mother died. Marta and I would rather go fishing than pray. This would be a straight wedding ceremony—some readings about wives being submissive to their husbands and other wedding related stuff before we exchanged vows. We didn’t really have a lot of time to prepare for the wedding so no personal vows—we stuck to the time honored traditional ones. I remembered nothing of the ceremony other than saying “I do” and exchanging rings. I woke up when I was told I could kiss the bride, something I truly relished. Everyone applauded and I led Marta into the house. Marta’s train was removed and I told her again how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. “I have a special present for you back at the house,” I told her. “I have two special presents for you, too,” she replied. We went out to greet our guests.
We did all the sappy traditional wedding stuff—the first dance and even the dance with the bride and daddy with Papa substituting gladly for Marta’s absent (hopefully forever) father. Later, after we had all feasted, the guests came to congratulate us and drop off their envelopes. Each would contain a congratulatory card and either a check or cash. I was a bit surprised when Jimmy gave us two. I was about to question him, but Jimmy said, “Don’t ask…just take it.” Then I understood—it was from Mama and Papa as if they hadn’t done enough.
The wedding took place at two; we left at seven with a white silk bag filled with cash. We would have extra bodyguards tonight. We changed into T’s and shorts and dumped the bag on the kitchen table. We opened each carefully, noting on each card how much each had given. Our friends gave us $50 each on average; Mama and Papa’s friends averaged $500 which we thought was a lot for total strangers, but then they were trying to please Mama and Papa—we were just the fortunate recipients. Jimmy and Andrea gave us $1,000. Mama and Papa, in addition to spending $25,000 on the dress and wedding reception, gave us $10,000. We called them immediately to thank them for their generosity and for everything they had done for us since I had first plucked Marta from the sea.
I went to the addition and brought back Marta’s gift—it was two wrapped packages, one a long slender one. “I think I know what this is,” she said smiling. She was right—a seven-foot Shimano graphite rod; the other box held a Shimano Stella spinning reel. ”Oh, Peter isn’t this the reel you always wanted but thought you couldn’t afford?”
I nodded with a smile. “Blackfish season will be starting again soon,” I told her, “I want you to be ready.” She stood and kissed me. Her eyes said, “Thank you,” for her. “Now for your gifts; first, I got this—with Celia’s help.” She dropped her shorts. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was gone, shaved away. In its place was a tattoo—a pink heart with the word “Peter’s” and an arrow pointing down toward her pussy neatly inscribed in the center. I looked at her and laughed, “I love it…almost as much as I love you, but I think your next visit to the gynecologist is going to be really interesting.”
“Now, your extra special gift–I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a while to see it—about seven and a half months. I think I’m pregnant.”
CHAPTER 10
Unfortunately, Marta got her period three days later. We concluded that the stress of the wedding had thrown her cycle off. It just made us more determined. We practiced two or more times a day throughout our honeymoon in Montauk at the end of Long Island’s south fork—the fishing Mecca of the east coast—less than three hours away. We chartered a boat sharing with two men to go deep sea fishing. We agreed we’d take turns in the chair and drew lots. Larry went first, I went second, and Marta third. Ben, Larry’s friend drew the last. We drifted and chummed, lines in the water all the time. Larry and I both got big bluefish over ten pounds—fun to catch, but basically useless for anything other than bait. We chummed some more and cut up the blues for bait. It was Marta’s turn in the chair when one of the reels began to click—a shark was nosing the bait. For vicious killers they can be surprisingly delicate. Marta waited ten seconds before pulling up on the rod and setting the hook. Line flew off the reel as Marta was buckled into the chair and the rod clipped to her harness. Marta used her legs and back, exactly as I had taught her, and reeled in on the down swing of the rod. The fish took a lot of line off the huge deep sea reel, but she had plenty left when the fish began to tire. I stood behind Marta, encouraging her and massaging her shoulders and back. Larry brought her a soda from the cooler, helping her to sip from the can, as she continued to fight the fish. It was almost thirty minutes later that she brought the leader to the boat. One of the mates grabbed it and pulled the fish parallel to the boat. It was an eight foot tiger shark which they estimated at more than four hundred pounds. I took a few photos of Marta standing above the big shark and we released it. Marta almost collapsed in my arms, grinning ear to ear. That was the last fish caught that day.
We took the next day off, going to Montauk’s Hither Hills State Park. We stopped off at a deli for a picnic lunch, parked and headed for the beach. I had brought beach chairs and an umbrella; I’m really careful about being in the sun, especially with Marta’s fair skin. We read the Newsday I had bought, laughing when we saw the headline way back in the local section—“Fisherman weds Mermaid.” There was even a photo taken by the photographer Papa had hired. Marta looked great; I was also in the picture.
The next day we had chartered a guide with a 25-foot center console to go right off Montauk Point for giant striped bass, some of which can reach 70 pounds. We drifted with the current dragging whole live eels about ten to twenty feet down. I got the first strike, set the hook, and eventually pulled in a twenty pounder. I had the mate release it. I got the next two strikes, landing one—a fifteen pounder, also released. Marta was happy for me, but she wanted some action of her own and she got her wish just before noon when the tide turned. Her new rod bent in two and the fish pulled some line against the drag, but the Stella is a premium grade reel. The drag was as smooth as silk—it should be, the reel cost me almost $800. Marta raised the rod tip and cranked on the down swing. Over and over she repeated except when the fish pulled line. Cranking then will only twist the line. Patience was the watchword here. We could all tell this was a big fish, probably a cow which grow much larger than the males.
Every time Marta got the fish close it would see the boat and bolt. I encouraged Marta to be patient. She had the fish out of the rocks so there was little chance of a break-off. Finally, after more than twenty minutes she pulled the exhausted fish to the boat. The mate netted the fish even though he would have preferred the gaff. Gaffing a fish will kill it. Marta and I had agreed to release all the Stripers. Hers weighed in at 46.3 pounds. I took a few photos and we released the fish, watching it swim slowly into the depths.
We emailed Celia, Marianne, Andrea and Mama that afternoon, just as we had done when Marta caught her shark. I was finishing the last message when Marta danced in front of me stark naked, both hands pointing to her new tattoo. I pressed “Send” and followed her to the shower. Marta still had her period, but we had never let that get in our way, except that we had agreed—no oral. We stood in the tiny shower washing each other, kissing and groping. I was a bit surprised when Marta pushed her finger up my ass.
We had never discussed any kind of anal; I was willing to explore, but never if it meant hurting Marta. She fell to her knees, no easy feat in this shower which was barely two feet square, and pushed me against the wall. She licked the tip of my cock and sucked me into her throat. Marta had told me she had limited oral experience before meeting me—she had never been very motivated. I guess love can cause a lot of changes; it sure did change me.
I pulled Marta up, slipped my arms under her thighs and lifted her. I pushed her against the wall and felt her hand guide my cock into her cunt. She looped her arms around my neck, kissed me as I began pounding her pussy. It was too soon to work on getting her pregnant—this was just for fun and love. The big advantage here was that every thrust would rub her G-spot and Marta had an extremely sensitive one. The slightest touch could send her into spasms of ecstasy. She came three times, screaming into my mouth every time until I joined her by cumming hard, sending five big ropes of hot white semen into her. Spent, we collapsed clumsily to the tile floor.
We fished the following day on a party, or head, boat. They were still fishing fluke here at Montauk and we were more than happy to join them. Although we drifted, the fishing was different here—we were drifting in and among rocks in fairly deep water—more than fifty feet deep. We needed to use heavy sinkers to keep our rigs on the bottom. Fortunately, Marta’s new rod and reel was strong enough to handle the load. I used one of the boat’s rods—adequate, but not great. We fished most of the morning getting only the occasional strike until two hours before high tide when things heated up big time. Marta got a heavy strike and she played the fish masterfully, bringing a 5.2 pounder to the rail.
No sooner had the mate rebaited her hook than she had another strike, this time pulling up a barely legal 18-incher. The fishing was hot and heavy for the better part of an hour—Marta had four keepers and I had three. I also had three throwbacks. At the end of the day the mates filleted the fish and held the final weighing for the largest fish pool. Marta’s five-pounder won easily; she collected almost $200. “Now I can take you to dinner tonight,” she told me. This was hardly a revelation—we were on our honeymoon so we went out to eat every night.
We put our fillets in the cooler and filled it with ice from our motel. I was really beat when I returned to our room. Marta led me once again to the shower. The hot water felt great on my tired muscles. I allowed Marta to wash me until I realized that she must have been at least as tired as I was. I took the soap from her and washed her luscious body, kissing her all over, ending with her sweet lips. I dried her lovingly and led her to bed.
We climbed beneath the blankets and held each other, savoring the sensation of each other’s skin. Marta’s skin was so soft and so smooth it was like cuddling with a sheet of velvet. Marta pulled back a few inches, repositioned her mouth over mine and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as she ground her lips against mine. I fell back, pulling Marta onto my left side. “Nap?” I asked her. She nodded her agreement; we closed our eyes and fell asleep.
We slept for almost two hours. I woke when I felt Marta’s fingers playing on my cock which quickly responded by growing to its maximum length and girth. “Ummmm, nice, I love what I’m feeling, my darling,” Marta whispered to me.
“Oh, yeah? I think you’re going to love what happens next even more,” I responded.
“Oh, goody—I really hope so.” She finished as she climbed over me to straddle my hips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She gripped my hard cock and rubbed it into her slit, moistening and lubricating both of us. Slowly she sank onto me, whispering, “I love you,” as my cock disappeared into her body. Just as slowly as she sank down, now she rocked. I felt as though I could feel every square centimeter of her vaginal linings as she moved up and down on me, teasing me as she did. In time her passion grew and as it did her pace increased to match the level of her emotions. I joined in, driving deep into Marta as we pushed each other toward our orgasms. Faster and faster we went. Marta flexed her muscles, squeezing my cock even tighter. I reached up, rolling her nipples and pinching them slightly with my nails. Marta threw back her head as a massive spasm ran through her body. I could feel her shudder and shake, yet I still drove into her until I could stand it no more—I came hard flooding her with my cream. So much did I cum that it ran out of her and covered my abdomen.
We fell back onto the bed exhausted, but eventually hunger drove us from our comfort. We rose, showered and dressed and I allowed Marta to take me to dinner. The following morning we drove home, driving through Riverhead and miles of former potato and duck farms. We called Papa and Jimmy when we returned. That’s when we learned that the District Attorney had agreed that I had acted in self defense the night I had dealt with the four would-be assassins. There would be no charges against me; I could pick up my rifle at the Fifth Precinct at any time.
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