Chimeras

Tara led the lion right up to Lo in the center of the circus.  Lo was lying in the muddy dirt of the center ring.  The entire floor of the circus was dirt, but now, where Lo was, it had turned to mud from the copious amount of cum ejaculated by the elephant that had just copulated with Lo.  The viscus, warm, white jizz had spilled out of Lo’s cunt and created a sloppy mess right where Lo was recovering from her dazzling display of big dick penetration.  The elephant put its trunk in a bucket of water nearby and sprayed Lo down, showering her affectionately.  Lo struggled to get to her feet as a new drama unfolded.

With the elephant, the audience was on the edge of their seats wondering if Lo could take the massive pink missile.  And they were ecstatic to see Lo mounted successfully.  But now there was an ominous sense of foreboding under the big tent as everyone held their collective breath wondering if the lion would also mount Lo or if it would eat her – and not in the good way!

Tara stood, holding her whip, ready to smack the lion back into submission, but there was no need.  Apparently this lion had been trained since early age to take women as trophy lionesses.  It approached Lo and quickly, without any feline foreplay, mounted and fucked Lo from behind.  The audience was silent this time, afraid that any loud, enthusiastic encouragement might scare the lion into destroying his mate.  When it had reached climax, Lo realized why a lion’s pack is called a “pride,” since anyone who can handle that cock has to be full of pride, as was Lo.  She was also full of a lot more than that and it was dripping all around her in the ring as Tara led the satisfied animal away and Lo was left standing in the spotlight, soaking in the love of the audience.

Lo and the Lion

As Lo stood, she realized that she had worked up an incredible appetite.  All she could think of was food.

“Cartoon characters get hungry, I guess,” she thought to herself.

She looked at Tara, who was now walking towards her and she said, “Can we eat something?  I’m starved!”

Tara laughed and with the sound of her laugh, which struck Lo’s ears like the gentle, magical and musical cadence of a windchime in a gentle breeze, Lo slowly emerged back into flesh-and-blood.

“Why don’t you put your phone down?” said Tara, as if talking to a child.

Lo looked in her hands and saw her phone open to the “Danger Girl Dating” app.

She was naked on the bed.

Tara helped her up and asked, “Do you want your clothes?”

Lo heard the question.  She understood it, but it was difficult for her to form words.  She simply shook her head, ‘No.’

Art of Lo by Rigs Usually Hidden Drawings

Tara slowly led Lo down the stairs.  Lo was walking on two feet this time, not like on the way up.  All the guests looked up at the secret agent girl leading the naked and high girl to the living room.

Art of Lo as Leia by Rigs Usually Hidden Drawings

“Sit here,” said Tara to her docile, amused little love doll, assisting her into the large, comfy chair.  “I’ll be right back.  I’m just going to grab you some snacks.”  Off went Tara on her mission to grab some of the diced cheese cubes, crackers, and a little sparkling water for Lo.

Art of Lo as Leia by Rigs Usually Hidden Drawings

Sitting in the chair, zoning out, Lo saw Mr. Biggs across the room talking to a woman who was as large as, if not larger than, he!  She was dressed as Mrs. Roper from ‘Three’s Company,’ wearing nothing but a muumuu.  He saw Lo out of the corner of his eye.  (Apparently, he didn’t see her as a nude descending a staircase.)  He brought his new friend over to Lo and introduced them.  Lo couldn’t stand up.  It was all she could do to lift her arm and limply shake the woman’s hand.

“Nice to meet you.”  Forming words was difficult.

The woman smiled, while looking deeply into Lo’s eyes.  Lo was looking at the woman’s eyes, thinking about the Beatle’s song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”  All she heard in her head was “the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.”  The sound looped around in her brain again and again.

Tara returned with cheese and crackers and literally had to feed Lo because Lo was unable to feed herself without making crumbs that fell into her naked lap.

Mr. Biggs apparently enjoyed the “show.”  He was staring intently at the feeding of Lo by Tara.

Mrs. Roper noticed this and before Lo knew what was happening, she found herself atop the large woman who was kneeling on the floor, naked, and lapping up Lo’s labia with her mouth.

Lo gets eaten out at a party

Whatever was happening to her, or being done to her, by the large woman upon whom she sat like on a hopper ball or bouncy ball, in Lo’s mind the woman morphed into a giant Cephalopoda of some undefined sort.  She was slippery and filling every hole all at once.  Lo slipped back into the “Danger Girl Dating” app and back into her “Catnip” alter-ego.

Krakin

The next thing she recalled was voices, seemingly from all directions, asking, “Is it ok if I touch you?” “May I feel you?” “Do you consent to being fucked by me?”

Unclear

Tara appeared in her trench coat and beret and said, “She cannot consent.  She’s tripping her face off on the desserts.”

The next thing she knew, Lo was in the bathtub, filled to the brim, with Tara, transformed into a cartoon as well, lying on top of her and an octopus or squid or something with tentacles lying on top of Tara, filling both her holes and both Lo’s holes at once.  It felt delightful as Lo reached around to squeeze Tara’s breasts.

Lo and Tara in the bath.

“What is happening?” asked Lo in her host’s ear.

Food for Thought

The next morning the sun was streaming in the front windows across the living room where I was sleeping on the couch.  I was slightly roused from my slumbers by the aroma of coffee brewing, but I thought it was just a dream until Lola sauntered into the room holding two mugs of coffee and wearing only a t-shirt.  Her nipples were protruding from under the shirt and her pussy was on display.  She sat down next to me and placed my mug on the coffee table in front of me.

“Sorry Daddy,” was all she said.

I looked at her and said, “Lo, what happened last night?”

She proceeded to tell me that she met up with Mr. Biggs at their designated rendezvous spot, since his wife was at home with the baby.  She hopped in his car and he wasn’t in any costume.

She was surprised, but he assured her that his costume was in the trunk.  He drove them to the party and pulled out his costume that fit right over his clothes.  Lola suspected that it was custom made since he was already one of the largest men she had ever seen.  How could it be so large as to fit even over his clothes?  It was a Jabba the Hutt outfit, as he had promised, but it literally covered him from head to toe.  The mouth of the costume was an opening through which he could see.  Meanwhile, Lo was scantily clad in her Princess Leia slave girl outfit, exposing her tummy and also, if one gained a glimpse at her bikini bottom, her bushy pubic hair.

“Where’d you get that?” asked Lo.

“My wife made it for me,” he said from within the mask.

“Talented.  Did she make one for herself?”

“No.”

“Does she know you’re wearing it out with me.”

“Of course not.”

Lo shrugged her shoulders.

The theme of the Halloween party was popular TV shows and movies from the ʼ70s.  At the party, Lola spied a Barney Rubble and Betty, a gay “CHiPs” duo, a “Bewitched” couple, and a “Three’s Company” throuple, among others.  As Lo scanned the guests, one stood out for her – a woman wearing only a trench coat and a red beret.  Lo approached her, curious to find out which 1970s celeb she was supposed to be, but also trying to be tactful about it.

“I know,” said the woman even before Lo could ask, “who am I?”

“Well,” said Lo, “now that you mention it.”

“I’ll give you five guesses and four hints, if you need them.”

“OK.”

“Hint number one: The original aired in the sixties, but ended in the seventies.”

Lo thought, but that didn’t help her at all.  She guessed, “‘Brady Bunch’?”

“No, silly,” said the woman, affably.  “Hint number two: The show had a remake in 2008 as a movie.”

Lo pondered, “‘Charlie’s Angels’?”

“Warmer,” said the woman.

“Hint number three: “I am smarter than the star.”

Lo knew that this was somehow a big hint, but she still had difficulty.  “‘Pink Panther’?”

“Really, really close!  OK, hint number four: I’m a secret agent.”

“Inspector Gadget?”

The woman laughed and said, “I can see how you’d think that, but that’s from the eighties.  OK, I’ll give you one more hint.  Last chance!  I go by the name ninety-nine.”

“Oh, I know!” said Lo, “Ninety-nine from ‘Get Smart’!”

“You got it!”

“What do I win?”

The woman then opened her trench coat and let Lo see her totally naked body underneath.  Lo’s jaw dropped.  Her mouth salivated.  She felt wet between her legs.

Agent 99

“Your secret weapon,” quipped Lo.

“Not so secret,” said her new friend.  “Hi, I’m Tara.”

“Tara, like the goddess?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Hi, I’m Lo.”

Tara looked Lo over approvingly, but Lo said, “Don’t be grossed out, I didn’t have time to shave.”

“What are you talking about grossed out?!  You’re gorgeous!”

“Well, I’m a little self-conscious,” said Lo, well aware of her protruding bush down below.

“Don’t be,” said Tara, “You can see, I left a little fluff down there too.”  Tara then flashed Lo once more.  Lo looked carefully this time, since it wasn’t a total shock to her.  She did see just a tuft of brown between Tara’s legs.

“Is Maxwell here?”

“Maxwell Smart – Agent 86?” asked Tara.  “No.  It’s just me.  A solo mission tonight.  I think I saw your date – Jabba the Hutt – earlier.”

“Can’t miss him,” said Lo.

“How long you two been together?” asked Tara.

“Second date,” said Lo.

“What?!”

“True.”  Then Lo told Tara the back story, about me, her, and how Lo likes to explore kinks, fetishes, taboos, and possibilities.  “What about you?” asked Lo.

“Well, funny you should mention your interest in kinks.”

“Why’s that?”

“This is my party – my kinky Halloween party.”

“This is your house?  I had no idea!”

“Yep.  Welcome!”

“You certainly are very hospitable.”

Just then Mr. Biggs approached Lola and Lo introduced him to her new friend Tara.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Mr. Biggs.  “Let’s make sure I don’t lose you again.”  He proceeded to hook a leash to Lo’s collar and Lo then dropped to the floor in the Gorean Kajira slave position.  “That’s better,” said Mr. Biggs.”

Original art by Sergeii-g.

Lo looked up at Tara submissively.

Tara said to Mr. Biggs, “May I?” indicating that she wished to take the lead of the leash.

Mr. Biggs couldn’t say no.

Tara then led Lo, who crawled on all fours, to the upstairs bathroom.  People got a kick seeing Lo from behind as she crawled up the stairs.

In the bathroom, Tara said, “Shall we tidy you up?”  She indicated her shaving equipment.  Lo didn’t object.

Lo got out of her costume and stood before Tara, nude, while Tara prepared everything.  Tara then removed her only clothing – the trench coat and beret, and had Lo sit on the edge of the tub as Tara hopped in the tub, spread Lo’s legs, turned on the warm water, and began shaving Lo’s unruly bush.

A couple of times one of the guests happened to walk into the bathroom, which had the door wide open, only to find it occupied by the two naked water nymphs.

“It’s ok,” said Tara, “if you need to use the bathroom.  We don’t mind.”

No one took them up on it.

Tara grabbed Lo’s belly and pulled it up so that she could get a better angle on the triangular territory below to be trimmed.

“You’re beautiful,” said Tara.

“I’m trying to lose a few pounds I gained during the pandemic,” said Lo.

“Why?  This is hot,” said Tara, squeezing Lo’s roll.

Lo blushed.

Within a half hour, Tara had shaved Lo perfectly clean with her expert and steady hand.  Lo said, “Shall I return the favor?”

Tara, eager to prolong the intimate time with Lo, said, “I’d like that.”

They switched places and, with a few strokes of the wrist, Lo removed what little pubic hair remained at the nether point of Tara’s mons pubis.

The two of them rinsed, dried off, and then there was a knock at the door, even though the bathroom door was wide open.  It was Mr. Biggs.  How he managed to get up the stairs is a mystery.  It certainly involved struggle.  He was perspiring under his Jabba costume.

“Yes?” asked Tara.

“Just seeing that Lola’s ok.”

“I’m in good hands,” said Lo, looking at Tara who was cupping Lo’s breasts with her hands at that moment.

“You two look pretty there,” he said, stating the obvious.

“Oh yeah?” asked Tara, “Does the Hutt have a hard-on?”

“Help me out of this costume and you’ll find out.”

Lo and Tara walked with him to Tara’s bedroom where they helped him remove the elaborate getup.

He then removed his clothes.

“Lola tells me you have a feeder/feedie kink,” said Tara.

“Yes,” replied Mr. Biggs.

“Well, then, I’ll be right back.”

Quick as a flash, Tara sprinted out of the bedroom, down the stairs to the main party area in the living room and kitchen, her naked bum bouncing as she slid between all the costumed guests.  “A new outfit Tara?” said one of them.  “Let me guess, the Emperor’s New Clothes.”  She got a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered bananas, brownies, and dark chocolate in the shape of little pumpkins, and sped upstairs again.  A few people did double-takes as they saw the nude nymph dash past them and dart up the stairs.  “What’s going on up there?” asked one guest of another.

Tara smooth

Tara reentered the bedroom, catching Lola and Mr. Biggs in an intimate moment as he was leaning over in order to kiss Lo, who only came up to his chest.  Lo’s right hand was reaching for his small cock, hidden under the round, protruding roll that began over his waistline and flopped down, covering like a curtain his diminutive pecker.

“Hey you two,” said Tara, standing in the doorway, leaning up against the lintel of the door, her right leg resting on the frame, bent at the knee, and holding a plate of chocolate desserts dramatically, “hungry?”

“Mmmm,” moaned Lo, “What you got there?”

“Some sweets I made for the party.”

“You made these?!  They’re adorable!”

A Valentine’s Day treat package

Tara got on the bed – her bed – that was made very neat and tidy for the party.  She sat by the headboard with her legs spread.

Lo crawled on the bed like a leopard, slowly making her way to Tara’s tray of goodies.  Mr. Biggs stood behind Lo at the foot of the bed watching the show.  Tara held up a chocolate covered strawberry that had a white chocolate swirl around it.  Lo craned her neck to get a bite of the not-forbidden fruit.  Lo was able to grab it with her teeth and ate it.

Mr. Biggs was grabbing at his pud watching Lo eat the sweets.

Tara repeated the treat theater with a piece of the dark chocolate pumpkin.  Mr. Biggs liked what he saw.  He came around the side of the bed to get a better look.  He passed Lo a sealed condom that he apparently had been holding in his hand.

“Will you put it on?” he asked politely.

“I’ll try,” said Lo, looking up at his daunting frame.

“I’ll help,” said Tara.

Tara got under the large, drooping belly and lifted to allow Lo room to see and manipulate the condom.

“Reminds me of middle school,” said Lo, looking up at Mr. Biggs.

“Middle school?” asked Tara.

“I’ll tell you another time,” said Lo, enigmatically.

Lo was desperately trying to get the condom on the hard, but small penis.  Every time she thought she was successful, it fell off.

“Here,” said Tara, moving to one side, “you’re going to have to lie down on the bed.”

Mr. Biggs, embarrassed, but not surprised by the difficulty, got on the bed and rolled on his back.  His large stomach rested like a hump, allowing Lo more access.  The act of getting back on the bed had diminished his hard-on, so Lo put her mouth to his cock to revive it.  Tara held it for her.  Mr. Biggs’ pud grew in her hand and in Lo’s mouth and soon he was erect enough for Lo to slide on the condom.

Mr. Biggs stood up again and this time he stood by the middle of the bed.  Lo got back on all fours and Tara was on the other side of the bed, opposite Mr. Biggs.  She stood and fed Lo her snacks as if feeding a dog.

Mr. Biggs lifted his big belly and plopped it down on Lo’s ass, resting it there, as he grabber her by her hips and pulled her in so he could enter her from behind.  Once he was properly penetrating her, he let go of her hips and grabbed the leash to pull her back.

“Heel,” he said to Lo, as if talking to a dog.  “Heel.”  She pushed backwards with her ass, further enveloping his cock in her wet pussy.  She liked being treated like a bitch.

Tara said, “Want another treat?” to Lo, as if talking to a dog.  Lo licked her lips.  Tara fed Lo another strawberry.  Then Tara took the banana and held it between her legs as if it was her own cock and Lo took it in her mouth, demonstrating for Tara her talent for deep-throating.  Lo looked up at Tara as the banana went nearly all the way in her mouth.  She then pulled back and began eating the chocolate covered banana bite-by-bite.

This turned on Mr. Biggs so much that he was perspiring and breathing hard as he bounced his thick thighs off of Lo’s ass.

Unbeknownst to either Mr. Biggs or Lola, since their backs were to the door, some of the partygoers from downstairs had followed Tara’s naked butt up the stairs and were congregated by the door, watching the show.

Each deliciously decorated fruit fed to Lo brought Mr. Biggs closer to climax.  Lola, for her part, couldn’t even feel him in her, but she could feel his weight resting on her lower back and his hips hitting hers forcefully.

When all the food was gone, Lo pulled forward and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs and raising them in the air so Mr. Biggs could enter her missionary style as Tara lowered her hips down on Lo’s face.  Lo licked Tara’s delicious labia and Mr. Biggs got a full view of Lo’s torso and all of Tara’s naked body as he slammed into Lo’s pussy with his pud.  Tara was too skinny for Mr. Biggs’ taste, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her body as her breasts bobbed up and down and as she pulled her nipples.

Lo could feel him only slightly more in the missionary position, but she sensed he was getting close to orgasm.  His thrusting increased in tempo and soon he was calling out as he grabbed Lo’s rolls and held on for dear life!

He suddenly tipped forward like a felled giant Sequoia.  He crashed down on Lo’s body as Tara cautiously backed up.  Poor Lo couldn’t even be seen under him anymore.  His full dead weight was upon her.  She struggled to whisper, “I can’t breathe.”  And she suffered a momentary panic attack as she thought that maybe he died and collapsed on her!

Luckily, he rolled off of her onto his back, breathing heavily, as was Lo after being released from the crushing weight.  At the sight of him, the people at the door scattered since the show seemed over.

Lo was feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and strange.  Had she nearly passed out when he was on her?  Everything seemed odd to her – sounds, her body, the ceiling as she looked up at it.

Tara caressed her forehead and the feel of her hand on Lo’s skin was nearly enough to bring Lo to a climax.

Lo pulled Tara down to her so that Lo could suck her tits.  Then she guided Tara’s body over her so that they were in a full-on sixty-nine on the bed.  Lo had never experienced anything like this.  Every inch of her body felt tingly and alive.  Her tongue probed and tasted Tara’s twat with the discerning sensitivity of a wine connoisseur finding the hints of oak and tints of sunset.  Lo didn’t know what was happening to her, but she liked it.

She felt Tara’s tongue protruding in her own hole as if the tentacle of a horny Cephalopod.  Suddenly Lo imagined she was under water, making love to and being made love to multiple sea anemones.  It was blissful!

Lola lost herself in an orgy of tentacles and wave after wave of intense orgasms as Tara’s pussy around her face felt like she was diving into the cunt of a kraken as it swallowed her with its enormous mouth.  Lo was suddenly swimming inside Tara as if ingested by her fluctuating, full vulva.

Lola dove in!

Emerging from the many leagues under the ‘C’ of Tara’s cunt, from between her wet legs, Lo came up for air.

“What is going on?” she asked out loud.

“What?” inquired Tara.

“The room is spinning – and breathing.”

“Lola, you know that I’m a cannabis confectioner, right?  All those chocolate strawberries and bananas you ate were infused with THC.”

“I had no idea, but I suddenly feel like Alice in Wonderland!”

“Oh boy,” said Tara, “you’re going to be feeling pretty strange for a while.”

Fat Fetishizing

 

Painting of Lola by Erics Figure Art

[Continued from Feedie for a Night]

It was the Saturday before Halloween.  The night of the party.  Lo had tried on, adjusted, removed, retried, readjusted the Princess Leia costume at least ten times.  She tried manipulating a sash to go across her tum, but that didn’t work.  Not only would it not stay up, it also disguised the costume to the extent that she just looked like a woman from 1001 Nights.  She tried a cape that, if she felt she needed it, she could drape it around her.  She thought that would be a good compromise and she tucked the cape into the collar of the costume.  But it kept falling out.  She tried using a binder clip to affix it, but that was uncomfortable.  In the end she said, “Fine.  Fuck it!”

“That’s what everyone will be saying to you at the party,” I reassured her, “Very fine.  I’ll fuck it.”

“I’m not an it,” she reminded me.

“I know, but I get poetic license for the sake of a pun.”

“Whatever.”

She was in a grouchy mood because, no matter what she did, her round rolls of her tum were prominent.  “It’s like I have three sets of tits,” she complained.

“What?” I asked.

“Here, here, and here,” she said, running her hands over her breasts and then her first roll round the middle of her tum and then her second roll just above her black triangle.

“Lo, but that’s what Mr. Biggs (and I, if I say so myself) find so fucking attractive about you!”

“Fat fetishizing.”

“Darling, if you weren’t fat, I’d fetishize on something else about you.”

“So you’re saying I’m fat!”

“You said it!”

“Grrrrrr.”

BBMPDG Lola

Lo’s phone rang.  It was Mr. Biggs.

“I gotta run!” Lo said to me, darting towards the door.

“No kiss?”

She scuttled back in her brown, strappy heels to give me a peck on the cheek.

“I wish I could go with you,” I said.

“I’ll tell you all about it,” she said with a wink.

“You’ll have fun at your party,” she said.

As it turned out, I had been invited to a party down the street.  Lo said that if the party she was going to with Mr. Biggs was a bust, then she’d join me.  In order to keep with her costume theme, I had bought a Boba Fett outfit, just in case.

Lo was off.  I heard the car pull away from the curb.  For an account of the Hutt’s mistreatment of the Princess, I had to wait until later that night when Lo returned home.  She never did make it to join me at my humdrum Halloween party.

A.I. of Lola and Leia with Darth Vader

It was past three in the morning when I heard the clickity-clop of my princess’s heels on the wooden floor in the hallway.  She took her shoes off there and then silently slipped into the bedroom and into the master bath.  She turned on the light and left the door slightly ajar.  I saw her from the darkness of the bed as she brushed her teeth, still dressed in her costume.  She then sat on the toilet, peed, and came to bed.

“Daddy, are you awake?”

I feigned sleep.  I didn’t want her to think I was so eager.

“Daddy,” she whispered again, closer to my ear.

I grunted.

She reached for my cock under the covers.

“You’re hard,” she whispered with joy in her voice.  She wanted to get laid, I could tell.

I grunted again.

“Stay asleep,” she coaxed, “roll on your back.  Let me use your cock.  I’ll be quick, I promise.”

I rolled on my back.  She pulled my pj bottoms down.  She lowered herself down on my erect shaft slowly.  She was soaking wet.  I slid in easy as could be.

She began bopping up and down, using her index and middle fingers of her right hand to rub circles around her clit.  She was cumming within seconds.  Her moans, groans, and prayers to God were not quiet.  I opened my eyes.  I saw she was still in her princess getup.

“Lola?” I said, as if startled from a dream.

“Shhh, Daddy, I’m almost done.”

“How was your night?” I asked.  I didn’t want her to be done.

“It was good.”

“Good?” I asked.  I was looking for something a bit more descriptive than “good.”

She was posting up-and-down on my cock, revving up for her second orgasm.  Her front teeth were biting down on her lower lip.

“Tell me more,” I implored.

“Grab my tum,” she said.

I did.  It was bouncing up and down and jiggling, just how I like it.

“Am I fat, Daddy?”

Trick question.  Was she in the mood to be fat?  Would saying yes ruin the mood?  I rolled the dice.

“Yes.”

“Fuckable fat?”

“Yes.”

“Freaky fat?”

“Yes.”

She brought herself to an orgasm.  She lifted her pussy up off of my rod to rain her cum down on me and then turn around, reverse cowgirl, and slip right back into the saddle.  I noticed as she did so that she was clean shaven.  When she left the house a few hours ago, she had a hairy bush.

She rode me as I watched her ass rise and fall with stronger and stronger strides down on my cock.  It was as if she needed more, deeper, longer, harder, thicker, fatter.

I could hear her sloppy, wet pussy slapping down and splashing on my hips.  She groaned and growled in rhythm with her own beat.  The sound grew more insistent.  She was reaching, striving for that second (or third?) orgasm, but not quite reaching it.  She pulled forward and turned around on all fours.

“Get behind me!” she insisted, as if there was no time to lose.  “Get in me and fuck me.  Fuck me hard!”

I was on my knees pounding my pelvis into her, slamming her with every ounce of energy I had.  Her head was bouncing forward into the headboard of the bed.  She didn’t care.  The new position wasn’t doing it for her.  She pulled off of me.  She got on her back and slid to the side of the bed with her legs in the air.  The sheets and blankets were soaked by now.

I stood on the side of the bed and held her ankles as I entered her pussy.

“Grab my tits,” she said.  “Pull.”  I pulled her nipples.

“Grab my tum,” she said.  “Slap it.”  I did.  I held it with my fingers like it was dough for kneading.  I slapped it.  I slapped her tits.  She grabbed my right hand and moved it to her cheek.  I knew what she wanted.  I don’t like to do it.  She slowly moved my hand in the motion of what she wanted me to do.  I followed through.  I slapped her, gently at first, across the face.

“Again!” she said.

I slapped her again.

“Harder!”

I slapped her harder.

I did this around ten times.

“Now my pussy,” she said.

I pulled out and slapped her pussy with my palm.

“Harder, faster.”

I gave her pussy about ten hard slaps.

She was frustrated.  She pushed me away.  With her legs in the air, she slapped her own pussy as if punishing it severely.  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  Until she was squirting all over the floor.  She fell backwards and collapsed in the sopping wet bed.  She passed out, leaving me standing over her, hard-up.

I walked away, went to the bathroom, washed up, dried off, and then walked to the living room couch where I went to sleep.

In the next installment – Leia and the Hutt

Feedie for a Night

A.I. Lola

“Daddy,” said Lo one morning as I was tying my tie and just about ready to leave for work.

“Yes?”

“Am I free this Friday?”

“Lo, you are always free.  Free and easy.”

“I mean, do we have any plans?”

“Not that I know of.  Why?”

“I have an admirer.”

“You have many admirers, Lo, and I’m your biggest admirer.”

“Depends on your metric for size,” she said.

“What does that mean?”

“You know that I’ve had bigger, right?”

“I wasn’t speaking of my anatomy,” I said.  “I have to go.”

“But Daddy,” she pouted, “I didn’t tell you about Friday yet.”

“Out with it.”

“So bossy.  I like it.  Rrrrrrrrrr.”  She rolled her ‘R’ with her tongue to make a revving sound.

“What is Friday?”

“Well, it seems that your story, ‘A Linguistically Mysterious Voyage into the Unknown’ got the attention of one of my fans.”

“Probably many fans.”

“And this particular fan wants to take me out.”

“On a date?”

“Yes, on a date.”

“Did you vet him first?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“Well, he’s not exactly my type.”

“Lo, everyone who is into you is your type.”

“That’s just what I mean.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure he can get into me.”

“I’m sorry, you lost me.”

“He is morbidly obese and, to make matters worse, he has a tiny penis.”

“You really performed quite the thorough vetting process.”

“Proper research is a must.”

“But you still want to go out with him?”

“He read that story and he said that he has a fetish for feedies.”

“Oh, he’s a chubby chaser.”

“He read about you calling me fat.”

“Is that ‘phat’ with a ‘p-h’ or ‘fat’ with an ‘f’?”

“I don’t know.  You wrote it.”

“Just checking.”

“Anyhow, he said he would simply like to get dinner and a movie.”

“He wants to see you eat?”

“Apparently.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

“You know me.”

“Biblically.  But I’m afraid I don’t know what that means in this context.”

“I’m a ‘trysexual.’  I’ll try anything at least once.”

“So you are willing to indulge this guy’s fetish for feeding you?”

“It’s rare I meet a kink I don’t like.”

“Well, suit yourself then.  Just be safe.”

“OK.  Love you!”

“What are you going to do now?”

“Pet the cat.”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“You know what I mean.  Pet.  The.  Cat,” she said as she patted her pussy with her right hand.

“And then what?”

“Feed the kitty.”

“Feed the kitty?”

She grabbed the double-ended dildo out from her nightstand drawer.

Lo and her Toys

“Oh,” I said, comprehending.  “No work today?”

“I have a Zoom meeting in fifteen minutes?”
“Do you have enough time before the meeting to both pet the cat and feed the kitty?”

“Who said I have to get all that done before the meeting?”
“You’re certainly not going to do it during the meeting?”

“Oh, Daddy!  You have such stodgy standards.”

“Well, just don’t become the next female Jeffry Toobin.”

As I was putting on my shoes, I saw her put on a white, business-attire blouse over her bare breasts.  Her breasts could be seen swinging from side-to-side as she moved.  She grabbed her suction-cup dildo and affixed it to the work chair she had in her special home work station, and she slid her naked bottom down onto the dildo while setting up her computer for the Zoom meeting.

“Have a good day at work,” she said over her shoulder.

“Enjoy your meeting,” I replied, closing the door behind me.

Lo looked forward to Friday with much anticipation.  Her chub-chaser admirer, whom we shall call Mr. Biggs, was quite the control freak.  With each passing day he gave Lo ever greater detailed instructions for how she should dress and prepare for their meeting.

All week long, Lola was popping out to the shops to buy this skirt, that top, these heels, those panties, etc.  Each day when she received a different instruction, description of an item, or photo of specific piece, she’d tell or show me, then she’d go on her scavenger hunt to find said object, bring it home, and try it on for me.  I can’t say that I found any of this objectionable, except that she was taking orders from another man.

Each night she would fantasize about her date while riding me.  She’d articulate out loud her vivid imagining of how it would go.  I’ll elide over these various fantasies since frequently I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer than, “Then we’d sit down to dinner. . .” before I’d explode inside her and she would have to resort to her Hitachi and her silent imagination to bring herself to a not so silent orgasm.

Finally the Friday date night arrived and Lola put on exactly what Mr. Biggs had ordered – black, patent leather strappy heels, nylon stockings, a short black leather skirt, a white, transparent top, no bra, and a short black leather jacket.  She spent a good amount of time blowing out her silky, shiny black hair, doing her makeup and making sure her manicure and pedicure were perfect.  I was somewhat suspicious of all this preparation.  I mean, she was doing this date as a sort of whimsical frolic – to be another man’s feedie for a night.  But Lo took her role seriously and, no matter the paramour, she aimed to impress.  Was she trying to impress her date, those in the restaurant, or to make me jealous?  She was probably going for all three and I had no doubt she’d succeed.

Lola’s Date Night Outfit, A.I.

Mr. Biggs also aimed to impress.  He spared no expense on his date.  He chose one of the finest restaurants in town – one which had a commanding view of the city’s skyline.  A perk of remaining anonymous as a writer is that when Lo goes on these dates, I am able to keep tabs on her by sitting at the bar without concern that her part-time lover will suspect anything since there is no way I could be recognized as the man on whom Lo is cheating.

I went up the elevator up to the restaurant on the 29th floor first and I walked into the full, but oddly quiet, even staid establishment and took a seat at the bar.  This was an expensive, fancy restaurant where people spoke quietly and politely.  Most of the patrons were over fifty, dressed formally, and not one of them looked like they were having a good time.  It seemed more of a duty or a chore to go through the motions of eating dinner than having a fun night out with one’s partner, or paramour, however the case may be.

I was situated on a stool at the corner of the bar, the better to see wherever my Lo and her date were seated.  I looked around the room and didn’t see Mr. Biggs, whom I would have recognized from his photos that Lo insisted he send prior to agreeing to the date.  He was at least 300 pounds and there was no way he would have simply blended in with the crowd if he was already in the restaurant.  I became worried however, because none of the tables for two were empty or had the little “reserved” card on them.  Where would they sit?  Would I be able to see them?  I saw the elevator doors open and Lola walk up to the hostess, telling her the name for the reservation.

The hostess walked Lola over to a four-top and seated her, saying the rest of her party should be there soon.  Lola looked very much out of place in this stuffy dining room with its fancy China and white linen tablecloths.  Her black leather skirt and matching leather jacket, contrasting with her see-through white t-shirt (no bra), caused her to look like she had walked in from a Harley Davidson biker gang.  I was actually afraid the hostess would turn her away due to the dress code of the joint.  But she didn’t.

Lola sat alone at the table for four.  She was facing me and gave me a little, discrete wink.  I think she was just as confused by the table for four as I was.

Then, all of a sudden, a man shaped like a boulder entered the room.  He was one of the largest humans I had ever set eyes on!  He was dressed nicely – it must have been custom-made clothes – in black pants, a white pressed shirt, and a small blue and pink bow tie.  He wore no jacket over the shirt.  His waste line must have been 60 inches, at least!  He was probably just under six feet tall, with unusually small feet, at least compared with the size of the rest of him.  He looked down at Lola and smiled, politely.  From across the room, I could see that he was sweating on the brow of his bald head.  He sat down.  Now I understood why Lola was seated at a table for four.  He took up nearly the entire side of the table.  He had to move the second chair to the side in order to fit awkwardly.  I thought to myself, how does this guy ever fly on an airplane?  Or any public transport for that matter?  There is not a chair large enough for him!  As it was, I was worried about the structural integrity of the chair he was currently occupying.

A waitress came by and, after a word with Mr. Biggs, she removed the two extra place settings.  She then brought over a bottle of champagne.  At least the guy did his homework and knew Lo’s beverage of choice.  They clinked glasses.  Lola smiled coquettishly at him.  They opened their menus and a brief discussion ensued before he ordered for the two of them.  Lola seemed charmed by him.  Or, at least, she was laying on the charm – smiling seductively with a twinkle in her eye.  She must have found him to be endearing or else she wouldn’t be trying to hard to impress him.

From my vantage point, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the words hardly mattered.  All the communication was exchanged between glances.  Lo allowed her leather jacket to flap open, revealing her hard nipples through the thin, transparent fabric of her blouse.

Lo, flaunting it. A.I.

The first course was served.  It was a creamy, thick soup.  It was only served to Lo.  Mr. Biggs sipped his champagne and intently watched Lo eat.  She brought the spoon up to her lips and daintily downed the soup.  She could see how enticed Mr. Biggs was by her polite performance and she relished in pushing the envelope.  She took a spoonful of soup and then, after eating it, she licked the spoon with her tongue very erotically.  Mr. Biggs’ eyes opened wide.  I do believe he was salivating at the sight.  I had to remind myself, he’s a feeder.  This is porn to him.

The next course came.  It was arancini balls, with a drizzle of cheese sauce on top.

I didn’t have to hear Lo to be able to read her lovely, lush, red lips saying, “Mmmmm, I love balls.”

Mr. Biggs watched as Lo slowly, indulgently took a bite of each ball from between her index finger and thumb as she used her hands to eat them.  Lo seemed to enjoy putting on the performance.

The third course was the main course – a beautifully creamy beurre blanc sauce over a filet of sole.  I could see by the look on Lo’s face that she was beginning to feel full.  But, nevertheless, she self-sacrificed for her friend’s food fetish fantasy.  Lola ate slowly, “accidentally” (on purpose) dripping a little of the white sauce on her chin.  She had Mr. Biggs eating out of the palm of her hand, even though she was the one doing the eating and mesmerizing him in the process.

She tried to make some small-talk, but he was too enraptured by her ingestion too converse.  Lo gave up on the conversation and continued to seduce by taking satisfaction in the sole.

Mr. Biggs’ abstention from partaking in the meal and his careful observation of Lola didn’t go without notice by the other patrons and the waitress, but that didn’t impinge upon his or Lola’s delight in the scenario.

Lo cleaned her plate, as she felt was the expectation.  This provided a brief interlude before dessert for her to get to know her dinner companion a little better.

“Tell me about you,” said Lo.

“What would you like to know?”

“Well, single, dating, married?”

“Married.”

“Oh, does Mrs. Biggs know you’re on a date with me?”

He chuckled and said, “Absolutely not!”

“Why not?  We’re just having dinner together.  How’s the sex-life?”

“Nonexistent,” he said with a frown.

“Oh no!  Why?”

“Look at me.”

That comment broke Lo’s compassionate heart.

“I’m diabetic, I have high-blood pressure, my circulation is terrible, and, if you haven’t noticed, I’m morbidly obese.”

Lo wanted to say, “And why don’t you have sex?” but she refrained.

“Also,” he continued, “she just gave birth – our first baby – and she’s exhausted, stressed, and has zero libido now.”

“Well, at least you did it once,” said Lo, lighting up.

“It was artificial insemination.”

“No!”  The exclamation escaped Lo’s lips before she knew what she was saying.

“Yes,” he said.  “We just aren’t, well, physically compatible.  I’m over three-hundred pounds and she’s a petite buck-ten.”

“There has to be a way.”

“Nope.  I mean, there was when we first got together.  But then when we wanted to get pregnant, over a year ago, I was already too large for her.  So we got professional help and, actually, that’s how I found you.”

“How’s that?” asked Lo, lighting up now that the topic of conversation had turned towards her.

“I was doing some research on-line about the process and I came across your story, ‘The Master,’ I think it was called.”

“Yeah,” said Lo.  “You came across it?” she asked for clarification.

“Not in that sense.  Well, I mean, later in that sense.”

“Good,” said Lo.

“But I found that story and then I found you and I was like, ‘Wow!  She’s hot!’  And then I saw a post about, what was it? – ‘A Wet Workout and a Wank.’  Was that it?”

“Maybe.”

“Yeah, and you were so sexy in that photo that I knew I had to contact you!”

“I see.”

Just then the waitress brought the dessert for Lola.  But it was also the dessert for Mr. Biggs’ eyes.  They were beaming at the melted chocolate lava cake à la mode that the waitress set between the two of them with two spoons.

“Aren’t you going to have some?” asked Lo, pouting cutely.  She asked not only out of concern for her date, who hadn’t eaten a thing all night, but also because she was beyond full.  She couldn’t imagine eating that entire portion herself!

“Oh no,” he said, “watching you eat is pleasure enough for me.”

Lola wanted this culinary cumfest to be as hot as possible.  She excused herself and went to the bathroom where she removed her t-shirt and returned with only her leather jacket on, unzipped, so that when she moved in just the right way, you could catch a glimpse of her naked breasts.

Flash and feed.

She sat back down at the table, moving in just the right way for Mr. Biggs.

She dug into the lava cake with her spoon and seductively licked the chocolate off of it.  Accidentally, a little of the chocolate lava dripped on her chin.  She went to wipe it off, but he said, “Please – that looks so good.”  Her hand holding the napkin froze midway to her mouth.  She realized that this turned Mr. Biggs on like nothing so far.  Lola put her napkin back on her lap and picked up the spoon.  Slowly, keenly spying Mr. Biggs’ reaction, Lola descended the spoon into the soft cake.  She got a little cake, a little lava, and a little vanilla ice cream on the spoon and raised it to her open mouth where her tongue was prominently placed to receive the helping.  But, at the very last moment as her hand made its slow-motion trajectory toward her parted lips, she diverted the delivery and smeared a large splotch of the sloppy serving around her lips.

Mr. Biggs’ eyes nearly popped right out of his face.  Lola repeated the performance, this time getting it on her chin.

Soon she sat with a goatee of chocolate and vanilla dripping down her neck.

The waitress came over and asked if everything was ok.  Lola looked up at her and smiled, saying, “Just fine.” She caught the waitress gazing down at Lo’s bare chest.

Mr. Biggs, looking to prolong Lola’s humiliation, politely asked for a cup of tea.  Neither Lo nor Mr. Biggs acknowledged the obvious – Lo’s messy mug.  The waitress was confused.  Soon other patrons in the restaurant were staring.  Lo, aware that this was a performance that pleased her paramour, played along, smiling back seductively at the guests who were embarrassed on her behalf.

She continued to smear cake on her face as Mr. Biggs sipped his tea patiently.  Soon it was spread from ear-to-ear.  Mr. Biggs could take no more.  He asked for the check.  He paid and soon the two of them were in the elevator going down.

Lo still wore her dessert on her face and Mr. Biggs said, “May I kiss you?” once the doors of the elevator shut.

“Yes.”

He didn’t so much kiss Lo as greedily lick what he could from her face.  He was in an ecstasy of culinary concupiscent rapture.  As he kissed her face, Lo reached down, under his substantial stomach, and grabbed his crotch.  To her amazement, she felt nothing.  She recalled his comment about high blood pressure.  The elevators arrived at the lobby and the two of them got out.  Both of them had chocolate on their faces now.  They walked through the crowded arcade of shops and restaurants on the ground level until they were in the parking garage.  It was an empty garage and Lola could spot Mr. Biggs’ car right away.  It was the SUV parked in the handicapped spot to the right of the doors.  He clicked the remote and it lit up.  Lola stepped up onto the elevated footstep and hoisted herself in.  Mr. Biggs got into the driver’s side and turned to Lo.  He was breathing heavily.  He continued to kiss her face.

She pulled back.  “You said dinner and a movie.  What movie?”

“Well, we can’t go to my house.  My wife is there.  And I would like to go to a movie with you, but I also want so much more.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I would love a blowjob.  I haven’t had one in ages.”

Lo unzipped his fly and pulled out the little pud that she found hidden in there.  How could this outsized giant have such a below average cock?

“Do you mind if I watch a movie?” he asked.

Lo’s lips were already wrapped around his pud.  She didn’t reply.  He took out his phone.  He began watching all sorts of BBW (Big Beautiful Women) and SSBBW (Super Sized Big Beautiful Women) porn.  Lo’s thick mane was between Mr. Biggs’ legs as he held his phone on the steering wheel and watched the porn in the largely vacant parking garage.  Every once in a while Lo would come up for air, look at the porn, give him a kiss, and then go back down for more.

This continued for quite a while, until, in fact, Lo’s jaw began to get tired.  And then Lo began to get tired.  She had had a full bottle of champagne all to herself at dinner.  Gradually, Lo’s sucking and bobbing slowed until she was merely lying in Mr. Biggs’ lap, reduced to nothing but a cock-warmer as he continued to gluttonously engorge on porn of large women.

Lo had no idea how much time elapsed as she was snoozing in Mr. Biggs’ lap, but the next thing she remembers was feeling his large hands in her hair, gently pushing her face down on his diminutive dick as his hips pushed up.  Up-and-down, in-and-out, he was manipulating her to face-fuck his cock.  Perhaps he found just the right video to engage his libidinous desires.  Perhaps he needed to cum and wanted to bring the night to its ultimate conclusion.  Maybe he found her unconsciously covering his cock to be a real turn-on.  Who knows?  Lo was roused from her slumbers and, though surprised at first, she eventually engaged enthusiastically in the effort until, with much wheezing, quick thrusts, and a few grunts, Mr. Biggs unloaded into Lo’s mouth as she lapped up every stray drop from his small pud.

Lo sat up, her hair disheveled, her mouth dripping with cum and her face covered still in drying chocolate, and she looked at Mr. Biggs.  He did not look well.  He pulled out an inhaler and took a few quick puffs.  He was perspiring.  Lo actually asked if she should call for help.  He assured her he would be ok.

When he finally caught his breath he looked at the clock and said, “Thanks Lo, but I have to be going.  Will we see each other again?”

“I had a good time.  When would you like to get together?”

Lo actually had no intention of seeing him again, but she is always polite.

“Halloween is coming up in two weeks and I have an invite to a very special party.  Perhaps then?”

“Sure,” said Lo as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  She popped out of the car and pulled out her phone, texting me.  She knew I wasn’t far.  I told her where I was and soon she was in the car with me and she relayed the blow-by-blow to me as we drove home.

Lola was receiving detailed instructions from her paramour who grew more perverted by the pound.  The special Halloween party, he informed Lo, was to be for kinksters only.  All invitees were expected to arrive in an outfit that would be outlandish and sexy at the same time.

Perhaps this does not come as such a great surprise, but Mr. Biggs, in addition to being a chub chaser, was also a total nerd who had a thing for Star Wars.  As a result, the costume he had fixated on for him and Lo was Jabba the Hutt and Princess Leia respectively.  But there would be an interesting twist on the costume.  Instead of it being a pairing of ginormously fat and rail thin, it was ginormously fat and Lo, in the sex slave outfit, proudly parading her prominently rounded rolls.

Lola was worried about this since she was self-conscious of the weight she had gained in the past couple of years.

“Lo,” I said, reassuringly, “you are gorgeous.”

“But. . .”

“No but.  I mean, beautiful butt!  Beautiful big butt – I cannot lie.  Besides, beauty, sex-appeal, the feminine mystique, it’s all about the mind, attitude, confidence, and persona anyway.”

“Slut is a state of mind.”

“Exactly!  I mean, just look at our friend, what’s-her-name.”

“Oh, funloving BBW?”

Funloving BB@

“Yeah, her.  By conventional standards. . .”

“Conventional standards of beauty constructed by men,” Lo interrupted.

“That’s what I was about to say.  By conventional standards she would not be beautiful.”

“Beauty is such a malleable thing.  I mean she might be just what Rubens considered the ideal of femininity.”

“Of course, but I’m not talking about Rubens.  I’m talking about Hugh Hefner, Bob Guccione, Larry Flynt.”

“They defined beauty for a few generations.”

“But look at what’s happening now,” I said, “with content creators like Faye Daniels, Dirty Little Diva Nicole, Chelle Silverstein, and even people like our friends, Samantha Massie, Sara Anne, Jennifer Kincade, and Karla Mott Nowak – they’re all so beautiful in their own ways and people appreciate that today.”

She gave me a sidelong look, revealing her jealousy.  She can sometimes behave just like Tinkerbell with that razor edge of possessiveness.  I knew I was in trouble.

“I mean, no one compares to you, of course.”

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Crisscross

It was Labor Day weekend.  The COVID numbers were down low.  Lo Down’s libido was up high.  She always wants summer to last forever, but this particular year she was fearing the worst about the fall and winter.  Predictions were dire.  After her relaxed restrictions with MILF Meri and the brothers, she was increasingly feeling like a cornered animal as the days grew shorter.

Though her camping trip with MILF Meri and her son was way more than she had anticipated and it resulted in a couple of weeks of added anxiety, it seemed that the whole matter had just blown over.  She and Meri had been in frequent communication together, trying to suss out implications of their rendezvous.  Nothing seemed to come of it, to their great relief.

At the same time, they had been conspiring to create a way for Lo to politely bow out of her irregularly scheduled, but frequent, meetings with the brothers and for Meri to have an extramarital affair that could fulfill her desire for young, virile, and large cock, without her having to look too close to home.  Occam’s Razor – simply swap Meri for Lo as the brothers’ playmate of choice and Lo for Meri at home.  But the best laid fans require groundwork.  Lo and Meri set their minds to pulling off the switcheroo.  The opening gambit was introductions.

A backyard barbeque, socially distant, with only a few select guests presented itself as the most appropriate, convenient, and expeditious option.  To our little affair, Lo invited the brothers and Meri.

You might recall that the last time the brothers had paid a booty-call to Lo, they brought over a little something.  After they left, I said to Lo, “That sure is a big package.”

“Whose, Gary’s or Roy’s?” Lo asked.

“Whichever one left it.”  I still don’t know who is who.  It’s not like we engage in any actual conversation when they come over to pay a visit.  That is, when they pay a visit to cum over Lo.

“Oh,” sung Lo, “that package.  I thought you were talking about something else.”

The brothers had left something on the living room coffee table before they abruptly left.

“You know Lo,” I said, thinking about the way they treat her, “those two had better not go into the stock market.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked, picking up the big box and looking at it with curiosity.

“Because their only technique is classic pump and dump.”

“Funny,” she said with sarcasm.

“And you had better get out of the stock market.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“You cause things to get over heated and that leads to dangerous inflation.”

“You are taxing the economic analogies,” she said.

“And you’re a quick wit.”

“And a faster fuck.”

“What’s in the box?” I asked, returning to the large item on the coffee table.

Lo picked it up, shook it, and then slowly slid off the top.

“Oh, look at that!  The brothers’ mother sent over a little thank you gift.”

“Is it a large box of condoms?”

“No, silly.  Besides, it would be a box of large condoms for those two!”

“Then what is it?”

Out of the box she pulled a hefty blue glass vase.

“Isn’t that sweet,” I said, “a wide receptacle in which to place long stems.”

“Enough of the single-entendre.  There’s a note.  ‘Dear Lola, Thank you so much for all your care and concern for my boys.  They have told me how sweet you are to them and, as their mother, I appreciate it.’  That was nice.”

“Little does she know how sweet you are to them!”

“Let’s hope so,” said Lo.

We hadn’t seen them since then.  Lo was busy with her MILF Meri.  And the brothers, well, who knows what those boys were up to.

But now Lo and Meri had it all perfectly choreographed.  The brothers were to join and finally meet MILF Meri who had been keen to bed them ever since Lo hatched this plan.  Matchmakers’ schemes rarely ever come off without a hitch and this was no exception.  As if still attached to his mother by the umbilical cord, MILF Meri’s youngest son, the one who tagged along for Lo and Meri’s camping weekend, also came, uninvited, to the BBQ.  As if that wasn’t bad enough to upend Lo and Meri’s machinations, Roy or Gary (I still can’t tell them apart, though they’re not identical twins or even twins at all!) brought his girlfriend, unannounced.  The young, innocent doe was everything Lo despises in a female competitor (and let’s face it, she views almost all females as competitors).  The girlfriend was a thin waif with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and she was quite young – still in high school.  She wore a cutoff t-shirt, proudly displaying her midriff and navel piercing, almost displaying her underboob, and she wore tight blue denim shorts (fashionably ripped and faded of course), and flip-flops.

The moment she walked into the back yard with one of the brothers, I could see Lo’s soul fuming, even as Lo pleasantly said, “No, it’s not a problem at all that you came.  What’s your name?”  The word façade is from the word face and Lo’s face was a true façade – concealing her inner green-eyed slayer.

“Ell, short for Ella.  Everyone calls me Ell,” she said with a bubbly, vapid smile.

“And you’re whose girlfriend?” I asked, impolitely, reinforcing the interchangeability of the siblings in my mind.

“Gary’s, of course,” she said, grabbing his arm.  I took note that Gary was wearing a blue shirt and Roy wore a black shirt.

“I see.  How long have you been dating?” I asked, offering them a drink.

“No alcohol,” called Lo over her shoulder as she eavesdropped on our conversation.  “She’s not old enough.”

I passed Ell a ginger ale.

“We started dating just before COVID.  It’s been so difficult,” she complained, “because his mother has been so strict about him and Roy seeing anyone.  We’ve only been able to meet in person once or twice since then and all without his mother’s knowledge.”

“Please don’t say anything about her being here today, HH,” requested Gary.  Those were, perhaps, the most words he had ever spoken to me, though he had been banging Lola all through COVID, along side his brother.

“Oh, I can keep a secret.  Rest assured,” I replied, well aware that his trysts with Lo were a secret to innocent, young Ell as well as his ever-watchful and protective mother.

“Thanks,” said Ell, flirtatiously with me.  It was transparently obvious that she was trying to use her sex-appeal to get me on her side.  “And you’re Lola’s father?” was her follow-up question.

Before I could answer, either affirmatively or negatively, she added in her bubbly attempt at charm, “I can see the resemblance.”

“Now you’re just flattering me,” I said.  Luckily, Lola was out of earshot and neither Roy nor Gary let on otherwise.  I think they were dumbstruck, metaphorically scratching their heads at Ell’s inappropriate and incorrect question and my hesitance to disabuse her of the notion.  I winked at the boys, including them in my little ruse.  If they were going to implicitly include me in their deception of Ell, then they owed me an old man’s little joke.

MILF Meri approached and introduced herself and her son, as if he needed her to do everything for him.  He too was still in high school.

“You’ll excuse me,” I said, “I have to get the food ready.  I’m sure you all have lots in common.”  I knew very well that the one thing they all had in common was that they all had fucked Lo, with the exception of Ell, who was in the dark about it all.

MILF Meri was wearing a long, flowy orange skirt with a sexy slit that originated at her waist.  She wore a tight tank-top with a bra that accentuated her cleavage.  I wondered if her son knew that she was attending this party specifically to seduce the brothers.

“Looks like you have some rearranging to do,” I said when I met Lo in the kitchen.

“What do you mean?”

“MILF Meri has her horny son hanging on her and Gary brought a third-wheel who’s not you.”

“I’m never the third wheel,” she protested.  “If anything, I’m the hub at the center.”

“You mean the hole that fits the axle?”

“Whatever.  I’m a well-oiled machine.”

“With lots of horsepower.”

She laughed and said, “Do you think you can distract Shell?”

“Shell?” I asked.  “Her name is Ell.”

“Whatever,” said Lo dismissively, “she’s a shell of a person.”

“Just because she’s young, blonde, stick-skinny, and flirting with me doesn’t mean. . .”

“Flirting with you?!”

“Yes.  Is that so surprising?  You should know better than anyone that I am irresistibly attractive to younger women.”

“Get out of here before I turn you into a gelding!” she said, raising the knife she was using to cut the tomatoes.

I quickly left with a laugh and returned to our company in the backyard.  Soon after, Lo emerged with a plate of appetizers.

“Help yourselves.  HH will fire up the grill and take your orders,” she said cheerfully.

I fulfilled my hosting role, as instructed, and Lo disappeared back inside.  Little did I know at the time that Gary had followed her, leaving his girlfriend to talk to me while I put the meat over the flame.

“I wish you had told me you were bringing Ell,” said Lo to Gary, reproachfully.

“I’m sorry Lo, but she insisted.  I couldn’t say no.”

“You couldn’t?  It’s not your house.  You could have just said that it’s an invitation-only party and she wasn’t invited.”

“It’s not as simple as that,” said Gary, meekly.

“What is it, then?”

“Well, I was hoping she’d meet you.”

“Me?  Why?”

“Well,” he began without confidence, “she’s just not like you.”

“Few women are.  Few men are, for that matter.”

“I mean, she’s so inexperienced.  In bed, that is.  She doesn’t do the things you do.”

“Of course not,” said Lo matter-of-factly, “she’s a skinny chick.”

“What does that mean?” asked Gary.

“Come with me,” she said, grabbing his belt buckle and leading him out of the kitchen, down the hall, to the bathroom.  She shut and locked the door.  She got naked.  She sat on the toilet and unbuckled Gary’s belt, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and took it in her mouth.  He was very hard.  She peed and looked up at him, saying, “Guys use me.  I’ll do what a skinny chick won’t.  Would Ell do this?”

Gary reached down and pulled Lo’s head closer to him, causing her to envelop his meat with her mouth until it was in the back of her throat.  While he was enjoying Lola’s oral pleasures, he glanced out the window into the backyard where he could see his girlfriend chatting with me.

Lo pulled her head back.

“Uh uh,” she cautioned.  “You need to stay eager for your girlfriend.”  She wiped, flushed, got up, bent over the sink until her bare rear was pressing up against Gary’s cock.

As she washed her hands, he attempted to penetrate her.  “Can I have you, really quickly?”

“Na-ah,” she said, denying him.

“Just two minutes,” he pleaded.

“I’ll give you one minute.  In my ass.”

Lo reached in the medicine cabinet, took out a tube of lube and circled it around and then in her special spot.  Gary slid right in.  He was desperately trying to cum in under sixty seconds.  Lo was bent over the sink taking it and keeping track of the time.  She had no intention of letting him cum.  She needed him hard for MILF Meri.

At the sixty-second mark, Lo pulled forward and got on her knees, taking Gary in her mouth and looking up at him with a smile.

She could have easily coaxed him to cum in her mouth, but she released him and stood up, saying to him, “You see, boys use me when a skinny chick just won’t do.”  She kissed him, open-mouthed, for a long time while her hand held his hard cock in her palm.  “Maybe I should get a t-shirt that says that,” she mused, “Use me when a skinny girl just won’t do.”

She got dressed and led him out of the bathroom.  Luckily for both of them, the coast was clear.

Back in the kitchen, Lo continued with the food prep as if nothing had happened, but Gary was stunned by Lo’s revelation about the difference between thick and thin.  He was thinking it over as Lo washed some cucumbers.

“You mean,” he began to formulate a question.

“Pass me the pepper,” said Lo, with no time to spare for looking deep in his eyes and explaining the finer facts of life to him.

He passed the pepper unconsciously.  His mind was elsewhere.  “All the stuff you do. . . in bed. . . that. . .”  He didn’t even know how to phrase it.

“Look,” said Lo, “I’m not saying every skinny chick is a missionary-two-minute-no orgasm-might-as-well-fuck-a-slice-of-warm-pie chick.  I’m just saying that if you want to have what you have with me, you should be looking at a woman more like Meri.  Fish where the fish are, you know?”

“Meri?” he said with shock.  “That kid’s mom out there?”

“Yep.”

“But she’s married.  A mom.  A –”

“Amazing in bed!” Lo said, interrupting his slack-jawed confusion.

“What?”

“She’s a fucking animal in bed.  I should know.”

“You and Meri. . . ?”

“That surprises you?”

“Um, well, ur. . . she’s married,” he protested again.  “And a mom.”

“You have to stop seeing only labels.  She’s a woman of flesh-and-blood.  She has needs, wants, desires, drives.  I’m with HH.  That doesn’t stop me.  Or you.  Or your brother.  Or Meri.  Or her son.”

“Her son?!”

“Never mind I said that,” said Lo, happy to have planted the seed of jealousy.  “You should see her tits,” continued Lo.  “Here, will you carry this out to HH?” she asked, handing him a plate of hotdogs.  “Tell him I’m done with them.”

“You didn’t. . . ?”

“No, I’m just kidding,” said Lo.  “Or am I?  Not to worry, I have lots of fresh, long, stiff cucumbers.”

Gary went outside with the dogs and, no sooner had he left than Meri walked into the kitchen.

“What the actual fuck?!” asked Meri dramatically.

“I don’t know,” said Lo, preparing the steak, “what?”

“You didn’t tell me his girlfriend would be here.”

“I assure you, I didn’t know.  But really, remember the story of the kettle and the stove?”

“What?”

“You come in here accusing me of inviting Gary’s girlfriend and you show up with your son.  He couldn’t stay home and make himself a pb&j?”

“I had no intention of. . .”

“After what happened last time, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Lo, really, I. . .”

Lola wasn’t in any mood to hear yet another excuse for why Mamma’s Boy was tagging along with MILF Meri to the party Lola planned especially for Meri to hook up with the brothers.

“You’re making my job a lot more difficult, you know.”

“What did Gary have to say to you?”

“Gary?”

“Yeah.  He was just in here with you, wasn’t he?”

“He wants me to turn his inexperienced, prudish, girlfriend into a slutty sex goddess like me.”

“Ha!  Good luck!”

“I redirected his attention to you.”

“That’s my good little pimp,” said Meri as she grabbed Lo around the waste to give her a kiss.

Just then, her son barged into the kitchen.

“Ma,” he whined, not realizing what he was interrupting.

“What?” asked Meri, turning away from Lo.

“Oh, come on, Mom!  Give it a rest.  Can’t you be around her for more than a minute without trying to get in her pants?”

“I imagine your intentions for coming with me were lily-white!”

He turned around, walked out, and slammed the door behind him.

During all of this, I was talking with Ell.  Since Lo had invited all of her paramours here, I figured I had license to make her just a tad jealous while also teasing the unfortunate girl.

She and I had struck up a pleasant conversation, but she eventually asked to use the bathroom.  I told her where it was and watched as she disappeared inside just as Lo was returning to the party with the salad bowl.

Lo loves to play hostess to large crowds.  One of the most painful sacrifices she had to give up for COVID has been throwing parties.  Well, that is the second most painful sacrifice for her.  The first, of course, was no longer being the community cockbox.  But the brothers had helped mollify her.  She delights in feeding people and seeing them enjoy in her food and drink.  I think that on some deeper psychological level that primal pleasure is connected with the sexual satisfaction she seeks from providing for others to feast on her carnal sweets.  It is as if feeding people is how Lo vicariously fucks them.

Soon after, Ell returned and, acting glad to be in my company, picked up the conversation where she had left off.

“Where do you live?” she inquired of me.

“Oh, I live here, with Lola.”

“Is this your apartment?” she asked, a little surprised.

“I share it with Lo,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“Just you two?”

“Yes.  Why?”

“Well, I didn’t mean to snoop or pry, but I couldn’t help seeing all those photos of you two inside.”

“We make a great couple, don’t you think?”

I could see her effervescence flattening as she continued learning about us.

“Does she have a boyfriend?” she asked, clearly disturbed by what she had seen.

“Many,” I replied, truthfully.  “And a few girlfriends too.”

Now I could see the wheels turning.  She was wondering if I was misunderstanding her questions.  Maybe I was so old that I wasn’t clear what she was trying to get at, she thought.

Just then, Lo came over to me and slid her arm around my waist.  “What are you two talking about?” she asked, giving me a kiss on the lips to emphasize to Ell Lo’s complete ownership of me.

Ell seemed to blanch.

“We were just talking about you and all your boyfriends and girlfriends,” I said.

Lo let out a little laugh and said, in a show of confidential solidarity with Ell, “He’s very good to me.  He lets me do whatever I want.”

“I see,” was all Ell could muster.

“The bedroom has had a lot less traffic since the pandemic, but every once in a while she still asks that I sleep on the couch to allow her and her lover some privacy.”

“And a bed,” said Lo, confused by Ell’s outrage.  “Only I’m allowed to play.  He’s not.”

“That’s fine by me,” I said, with a wink to Ell, “with a beauty like Lola, it would be a sin to keep her all to myself.  But she always asks permission first.”

“He’s so paternalistic,” commented Lo, “But that’s ok by me, because of my daddy issues.”  Lo let out a little laugh as if it were a joke with a hint of seriousness, but poor Ell was horrified.

“I, I, I think I have to get going.”

“So soon?” asked Lo.  “We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Ell walked over to Gary.

“Strange girl,” remarked Lo.

“Yes, but cute,” I said to get Lo’s goat.

She elbowed me playfully in the stomach.

“Keep it in your pants, old man,” Lo said, “she’s in high school.”

“Like you have the moral high-ground in that regard.”

“Whatever.  If you want her, you can have her.  I’m much better and badder.”

“Oh Darling, you know I’m only teasing you.”

“Such a big tease,” Lo said sarcastically.

“Speaking of tease, I guess I should also let you in on something.”

“What’s that?”

“Ell thinks I’m your father, not your lover.”

“What?!”

“Or, rather, I guess she now thinks that I’m your father and your lover.”

“Oh boy!  That’s why she had to leave so quickly.”

“Yep.”

Roy, Gary, and Ell were sitting together on one side of the small backyard patio, while Meri and her son were on the other side.  Lo and I were by the grill.  We knew something had to be done to get these groups to mingle more.

Just then, to my great surprise, Lily made an appearance in our backyard, sans Jim.  I had no idea she was invited.  Was she?

In any case, this new addition served a convenient purpose.  Lily’s stag arrival allowed her to mingle within and among the three distinct groups of people: the brothers and Ell; MILF Meri and her son; Lo and me.  However, it also made Lo and Meri’s design a little more complicated, for the brothers were captivated by Lily’s beauty and, I surmise, her wedding band.  She was off limits and that is always an attractive feature in a person.

I found out later that Lo had told Lily about our Labor Day garden party and that Lily was extremely curious to meet all the people Lo had been pleasing during the pandemic.  But she was not sure if she would make it since Jim and Lily had another engagement at the same time.  It so turned out that Jim was enjoying himself there more than Lily and so Lily politely excused herself to inspect Lo’s summer conquests.

“Maybe we should introduce an ice-breaker party game?” I suggested to Lo.

“What did you have in mind?”

“We could play find the hidden dildo?”

“That wouldn’t work.  Too many dildos lying around the house.”

“Even better – everyone can be a winner!”

“How about Pin the Butt-plug on the Mommy?”

“MILF Meri?”

“The only mommy here.”

“Sounds like it would take too much skill.”

“Any other ideas?” she asked.

“Each of the women has to hold a beer bottle in her cleavage and pour a sip into a guy’s mouth.”

“You’ve got some perverted ideas,” she said.  “And I like them all.  But that wouldn’t work.  Ell over there is no more than an A-cup.”

We compromised and chose “Heads-Up!” – the charades game you can play using a smart phone.

Lo chose teams: MILF Meri and Gary, Roy and Lola, Lily and me, Ell and Meri’s son.

We played for a little while and as the adult beverages began to work their magic on the adults at the garden party, Meri became gradually more comfortable with Gary and attempted to engage his brother Roy.  Lily and I played nice, but she knew I was off limits and was more interested in teasing out the brothers, creating conflict and friction with Meri.  Finally, Ell and Meri’s son couldn’t have been more awkward together.

We only played a couple of rounds and it became quite clear that Meri and Gary were the hands-down winners of this game.  When it was over, the purpose of the game proved a success – the various parties were mingling and getting to know each other better.

To my consternation, after Lo went inside to prepare dessert, Meri’s son approached me.  He hadn’t said a word to me the entire time.  Not even a hello.  But now he walked up to me and looked starstruck.

“Did you really go to Japan?” he asked.  No introduction.  No small-talk.

“Yes,” I said, politely.

“And studied in a Zen a monastery?”

“That’s right.”

I’m not one to toot my own horn, but he approached me like I was a famous explorer or a celebrity.

“I want to do that someday.”

“I’m sure you will,” I said, mindlessly.

“And Lo really fucked all those guys there?”

He had blurted it out as if it was common knowledge.

“Where’d you hear that?” I asked.

The blog!  And the books!” he said enthusiastically.

“Shhhhh,” I said, pulling him closer to me in confidence.  “Look, it’s all well and good that you know about the blog and have dotingly read every story, but not everyone here knows about it,” I said, looking around at our guests.  “And some of the people here are in the blog.”  Namely: Roy, Gary, and Lily.  Now we can add Ell to the list of characters, I suppose.

“Oh,” he said, comprehending the need for secrecy.  “Well, I guess I just wanted to say, uh, that, I really admire you.”

“Thanks kid.  Good to hear,” I said, feeling like Hemingway.

At the same time Lily had begun to make conversation with Ell.  As I cooked, I eavesdropped.  I don’t know how they got on the topic, but Lily was telling Ell about her time in New York City.

“When I lived there,” she was saying, “I was in a thruple.”

“What’s that?” asked the naïve Ell.

“Well, in my case, it was an older married couple.  They took me into their place.  I had my own bedroom and when either the husband or the wife needed more sexually, they’d page me.  I’d go into the bedroom and service whichever one had need of me.  Sometimes both, but not often.”

Ell’s eyes widened.  Her jaw dropped.  Lily was bragging, but trying to play it as if it were nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Some nights she wasn’t in the mood, so he’d call me in to help him.  Other nights he might have fucked her, but came too early, so I’d use my mouth on her until she was satisfied.”

“What about you?” asked Ell, engrossed by this alternate lifestyle as if hearing for the first time about an alternate universe.

“Me?  Oh, I got a lot of pleasure from it.  I’m like Lo in that way.  I enjoy pleasing others.”

“Like fucking them?” asked Ell.

“Yeah.  But, with me, I’m chaste.”

Now Ell’s mind looked as if it was about to explode.

“What?” she asked in disbelief.

“I’m what’s known as A.O.L. – anal only lifestyle.”

“So he’d fuck you in the. . .”

“Well, not always,” said Lily nonchalantly.  “Sometimes he would bind my hands behind my back and my ankles together, have me sit kajira, and fuck my mouth.”

“Kajira?  What is that?  A Japanese term?”

“No, Gorean.”

“What?”

I could see that Ell was in for an education in the subtleties of fantasy fiction fan sexual positions, so I made my way over to Meri on the pretense of offering to refill her glass.  She was busy trying to entice both Gary and Roy into her den of maternal delights by speaking to them about sports, specifically hockey, as she feigned not knowing how much cleavage she was showing.  I saw the brothers struggling to keep eye contact with her while they desired to look down the V-neck opening of her tank top.  Simultaneously, the slit of her skirt was sliding further and further up her left leg, revealing just about everything, including her pantiless crotch.

I indicated that I would like to pour her some more wine.  She didn’t even look up at me.  She just waved her hand toward her glass, as if I were a waiter and she was indicating a refill.  She had the boys and she knew it.  She wasn’t going to let anything interrupt the seduction.

Everything seemed to be going fine and now that the awkward introductions were over and we were well past the getting-to-know-you period, time sped by.  Before any of us knew it, the sun had begun to go down and we had seamlessly transitioned from an afternoon lunch to thoughts about dinner.  No one wanted the party to end, especially since, due to lock-down and COVID, we had not spent time with this many other people in a long time.

Lo and I, reading the crowd, but lacking the provisions, discussed what to do.  We finally turned it over to our guests, letting them know that they were welcome to stay, but that we didn’t have enough food for dinner.

Sexy Sushi

After a bit of discussion, Meri suggested Sushi.  She said she’d pay for it and the Grubhub delivery.  Everyone gave Meri their orders and she took care of it.  After she was done with the extensive list that must have cost her over $200.00, she said, half jokingly, “We should make Nyotaimori of it.”

“What?” asked some of our guests.

“Nyotaimori,” she repeated, explaining, “You know, body sushi.”

Most people still looked confused.

“It’s an ancient Japanese tradition of serving sushi on a naked body – a woman’s body, traditionally, but it could be a man’s, I guess.”

“Ewww, that’s gross,” blurted out Ell.

“I think it’s sensual,” replied Lily.  “For a lot of people, the closest they come to embodied existence is eating, and even then they do it mindlessly.  This tradition really drives home the experience of living in the flesh.”

“Maybe it drives it too close to home,” added one of the brothers.

“Do we want to try this?” asked Meri, persistent and clearly eager to do it.

“Who would be the, er, serving table?” asked Ell nervously.

“The host should, of course,” responded Meri, quick to volunteer Lola.

“Oh, I don’t think you want to see me naked,” I chimed in, playfully.

“I wasn’t talking about. . .” began Meri, before she realized I was just joking.

“I’m game,” said Lo.  “Luckily I showered and shaved just before you all got here.  Hun,” she said to me, “will you light the firepit?”

“Sure.”

It was a warm evening, but Lo loves the ambiance of a firepit.  Lighting it wasn’t a problem since it was a propane fueled fire.  Living in the city, we couldn’t have a wood-fueled firepit.  We’re lucky to have a postage stamp sized backyard.

Lo went inside, stripped, put on a bathrobe, grabbed a couple of rarely used blankets, and returned to our company outside.  She spread the blankets on the long-neglected picnic bench and the brothers and I lifted it and moved it to the center of the yard.

Not much later, Meri’s phone alerted her that the food would be delivered momentarily.  She told Lo, who went around front to greet the delivery boy.  He had stopped on the street in front of the apartment building and got out with the large bag of food.  He was about to go in the front door when he saw Lo saunter up the side of the building in her white, plush, terrycloth robe.  He looked startled.

“I’ll take that,” said Lo.

“Meri?” he asked, making sure he was delivering the food to the right person.

“Yes,” replied Lo.

He passed her the bag.  Lo reached out for it, allowing her robe to open slightly in the front, revealing her nakedness.

He cast his eyes away as he scurried off like a frightened deer.  Lo chuckled.  She returned to the crowd in the back.

“Food’s on!” she called, adding, “On me!”

Lo slowly removed her robe and passed it to Roy as she climbed naked up and onto the flat surface of the picnic table covered by the blankets.

While Lo was getting the food, Meri had gone inside to grab a head of lettuce from the fridge.

“The proper way to do this,” she said, authoritatively, “is to place a leaf of lettuce under each piece of food in order to prevent contact between food and skin.”

“Very sanitary,” whispered Ell under her breath sarcastically.

“It actually is quite sanitary.  I had the pleasure of being exposed to this time-honored tradition when I was in Japan many years ago.”

At this point, Lo was the one being ‘exposed’ to the tradition.  She was lying, baring all, on the table and looked, if I do say so, good enough to eat.

Meri took the lead and said to Lo, “You’re going to have to lie perfectly still.  Very shallow breathing.  No sudden moves.  Can you do that?”

“I’ll try,” replied Lo, a little nervous.  It was a lot of sushi that rested literally on her shoulders, and other body parts.

Meri placed the lettuce leaves down on Lo’s body, strategically – breasts, navel, the two corners of her Delta of Venus.  She placed a few more on her legs, and in between the other cardinal points.  Then she began to arrange the sushi pieces delicately on their little lettuce plates.  She arranged the soy sauce, ginger, and wasabi on the table, next to Lo.

“Who’s first?” she asked, handing out chopsticks.

Before anyone could answer, Meri turned to me and said, “I think, as co-host of this evening, you should do the honors.”

I took the chopsticks and found a succulent, deep red slice of tuna sashimi resting right over the topmost part of Lo’s slit.

Picking it up with dexterity, I dipped in the soy sauce and ate it all.  It was fabulous!

Others followed suit.  Ell notably refrained with a disgusted look on her face.  She tried to prevent Gary from indulging, but was completely ineffective.

Perhaps the most notable aspect of this cross-cultural culinary immersion was its lack of eroticism.  At least that was my experience of it.  Lo was so focused on her breath and remaining still that it was more like a meditation session than a sensual, sexual foray in exhibitionism.  The guests were careful to grasp their food in their chopsticks without incident to such an extent that they hardly noticed the body upon which they feasted.  It was only, perhaps, in between bites that one could take in the whole scene and even then, there was so little action on the part of Lo that her seductive charm seemed dormant.

The one aspect of it that did particularly strike a chord for me was that this form of hospitality yoked Lo’s two great loves: stylishly satisfying her guests’ appetite for food and elegantly gratifying her lovers’ desire for her body.

When we were all done feasting, and Meri had even popped a few sushi rolls in Lo’s mouth so that the conduit of the cuisine wouldn’t go hungry herself, Lo asked, “Anyone for dessert?” as she spread her legs and scooched down to the edge of the table.

Gary had his girlfriend, Ell, to keep him in line.

Meri thought it might appear unseemly to partake of Lo’s parted pussy lips in front of her son.

Roy seemed vicariously inhibited by his brother’s girlfriend’s harsh judgment.

Lily, though open-minded, preferred thick cock in her ass to giving oral pleasure.

That left Meri’s son.  Maybe he was intent on making his mother jealous after all of her overt interest in the two boys where were just slightly older than he.  Maybe he was tired of being the background wallpaper to his mother’s grab for attention.  Who knows, but after approaching the table, bashfully, he stepped up and indulged exactly the way Lo had taught him on their camping excursion earlier that summer.

Lo’s hands held on to the side of the table as she let him lap her up like a thirsty dog sloppily licking every last bit from his water bowl.

Meri stood at the opposite end of the table and fondled Lo’s breasts, pulling and tugging at her nipples.  Eventually she alighted on a creative way to inflict more intense pain.  She picked up a couple of chopsticks and turned them into a miniature vice in which she trapped Lo’s nipples and twisted them in the primitive torture implements.

Predictably, Lo came and came a lot all over Meri’s son’s eager and enthusiastic mouth, to such a point that his shirt was soaked from the collar to the navel.  Her climactic ejaculation was a revelation to Ell who, if she had ever had heard rumor of such a thing, certainly had never witnessed it.

When the waterworks were complete, Lo slowly got up from the table and found her way to a chair by the fire.  She sat, her bare legs crossed, her head drooping back, as she breathed heavily, catching her breath, causing her exposed chest to heave up and down.  Her nipples were erect and red with the results of Meri’s sadism and from them all the way up to her face her complexion was flush with the rush of blood following her orgasm.

Nipple Twist

Everyone sat staring at the Sushi Strumpet until I interrupted their gawking disbelief with an offer to refresh their glasses or grab them a drink.

Lo asked for a tall glass of ice water.

The night continued on with polite conversation as Lo sat among our circle around the fire, nude among the other clothed guests.  Occasionally she got up to get something or use the bathroom and her entrances and exits were dramatic by design.

Eventually our guests began to file out, beginning with the brothers and Ell, who had to be home early, so she said.

Then, seeing the night had reached its apex, Lily bade us all a good night.

Lastly, Meri and her son said they were off to their sleepy suburban home.

This left just Lo and me to clean up and, let’s be real, Lo wasn’t going to clean up anything.  She went into bed and said she’d welcome me there when I was done.

I found her with her legs spread wide saying, “Oh, Daddy.  Have me.”

There’s a deep, hidden connection between feasting and fucking, I thought.  It is not coincidental that the early Christian Eucharist was an orgiastic experience.  Feasting on the flesh, sacrificing the body to the spirit, elevating the soul through the nourishment of the corporeal house in which it lives, communing with the Holy Spirit through a physical act – all of these could be viewed as metaphors and substitutes for the sacred act of carnal connection and the interrelatedness of all life through the hollowed act of ingestion.  Man/Woman, Life/Death, Self/Other, Sacred/Profane, High/Low, Animal/Divine – all these pairs become intertwined and indistinct in and through the dual acts of copulation and ingestion.  Two uniting into one.  One becoming two.  The interplay of all things in the divine dance of a match: a fading cinder; a spritely spark.  They come together and form a fire that radiates light and warmth, around which the ever-widening concentric circles of the world emanate out  toward a horizon whose circumference is nowhere and center everywhere.

The union of all things