[The mini-series “Mount Bliss” continues from “Dutiful Niece.” We apologize for any delay and concern that the delay may have caused. Working on being more consistent content creators.]
“I don’t think this is a story I can tell,” I said to Lo as we were driving back home from the bizarre weekend in the mountains with Lily, Jim, Lily’s Uncle Collin and Aunt Suzanne.
“It sure did get weird fast,” she remarked, looking with a vacant stare out the window as the scenery streaked by.
“The whole thing was weird,” I remarked.
“That’s true,” she said, “but it got even more so once you got there.”
A little background may be in order here, dear reader. Lily and Jim are our very good friends from home. They’re married. Lily is Lo’s age and of her same temperament. Jim is slightly older, with a few hang-ups. Lily’s Uncle Collin had invited the four of us up to his lake house in the mountains for a week but, due to our work schedules, only Lily and Lo could join him for the first five days. During that time, Collin hit hard on Lo and Lo lapped it up, returning his advances with explicit flirtations. Lily, during this whole extramarital exchange, reassured Lo that Uncle Collin and Aunt Suzanne “had an understanding” and that it was fine.
Because Uncle Collin and Aunt Suzanne have separate bedrooms and the former sleeps alone and the latter with her two dogs, the night before Jim and I were to arrive, Lo finally “slept” with Uncle Collin. But it literally was just sleeping together because, as she found out that night, Uncle Collin, virile as he is, he is also impotent and suffers from E.D. due to an accident that injured his spine two decades ago.
The next morning, when Lo confronted Lily about this, it was revealed that Lily was a coconspirator with Uncle Collin to help him gave the female companionship he so long to enjoy with Lo. But, not only that, it turned out that Lo was only the latest in a long string of sexy young friends whom Lily had enticed to spend “quality time” with Uncle Collin.
Saturday morning, Jim and I were headed straight for the eye of this swirling sordid affair.
Just to add even more spice to the already simmering pot, he and I were hard-up from a long five days apart from our respective hotwives and I had just come off of a terrible week, losing my big case that Friday.
I was so wrapped up in my own need to reconnect with Lo and my own dark and stormy cloud from the past week, that I hadn’t even put thought to how horny Lo would be, or Lily for that matter. The last I had heard, Lo, Lily, and Collin had gone to a resort on Thursday and so I had no idea that Lo wasn’t getting her fill of good fucks by Uncle Collin there. But I had heard from my reliable informant about Lily’s big reveal that she adheres to the ‘A.O.L.’ (Anal Only Lifestyle.) A fascinating little tidbit of knowledge that had piqued my curiosity.
After we stopped for coffee and a quick breakfast sandwich at a highway rest stop, we were on the road for a good couple of hours. Once we were a good distance outside the city, as the sun was burning off the morning mist, we saw some horses over in the field on the side of the road.
“You remember last time we all saw Uncle Collin?” asked Jim, slightly bemused by the horses.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Remember what we did?”
“You mean the candle lit therapy session?”
“No,” he said, snapping out of it. “I mean the breeding farm he took us to.”
“Oh yeah, for his ‘prized stallion,’” I said, a little snarky.
“Yeah,” said Jim. “Lo was really fascinated by that,” he remarked. Clearly the experience had stuck with him.
“She’s a size queen,” I blurted out as a half joke, but immediately regretted it when I recalled Jim’s own diminutive size.
He turned to look at me with a quizzical expression. “Then why does she like me?” he asked, genuinely.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that she both pities him and also loves to tease, so I said simply, “She thinks you’re cute.”
He let it drop and resumed his original line of questioning. “So being a ‘size queen’ extends to other species?” he asked, getting to the point.
“To be honest, I think she’s just mesmerized by cock. All cock. She enjoys the power she exerts over it. The power to make it hard, to make it cum, to put someone under her power of seduction. It’s a power trip to her. And part of that power trip is also the power that she feels by knowing she can take something so incredibly large. Call it ‘the power of the puss’ if you want,” I said, laughing to myself about the turn of phrase.
All Cocks
“Has she ever. . .” began Jim, not able to even ask the question.
“Is this our turnoff?” I asked, evading his question.
He looked at his phone to check the map and he said, “The girls are asking if we will be eating breakfast with them.”
“When will we get there?”
“E.T.A. is about 11:00,” he said.
“Let’s plan on lunch.”
“Turn here,” he said.
As I got in the right lane, I saw the sign that read, “EXIT ONLY.” It made me think of a woman I once knew who was adamantly anti-anal sex and remarked to me, “That is an exit only orifice.” I chuckled to myself and thought of what a dirty old man I am and how Lily’s “Anal Only Lifestyle” is not a turnoff, but a real turn-on for me.
“Did our session by candlelight help you and Lily?” I asked, venturing into a topic he hadn’t revisited with me since that fateful night. I suspect he had “confessor’s remorse” after admitting that he didn’t know how to fully please her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, did you two talk about bringing a bull into the relationship or a little BDSM?”
“It’s more complicated than that. She’s different than you think.”
“How so?”
“I mean, you know that, like you two, we’re in an open relationship.”
“Yeah.”
“But, unlike Lo she. . . .” He trailed off.
“Jim we’ve known each other a long time. You’ve been with Lo. Lily has been forthright and open with us. There’s nothing you should feel inhibited from telling me. I hate to pull this card, but I’m older. Maybe I have some sage advice.”
“Lily has a Catholic girl hang-up about sex,” he finally blurted out.
“What?! Other than Lo, she’s one of the most openminded people I know.”
“It’s true. She’s never had sex. We’ve never had sex, properly.”
“OK, now I know you’re putting me on.”
“I wish it was a joke, but it’s not. She grew up being told that sex is wrong, sex is bad, and girls who engage in sex are doomed to Hell.”
“But they only say that about fornication – sex outside of the marriage.”
“Well, that’s how she got started before marriage and, I guess, she still likes it that way.”
“How do you feel about that?” I ventured to ask, fully aware that I was treading over delicate, as if hiking along a cliff that could fall through at any moment.
It was as if a switch went off in his mind. This normally mild-mannered, easy-going guy became enraged. “I fucking hate it!” he blurted out. “It’s so fucking dumb. We’ve been married almost a year now and every fucking time I want to fuck her, she flips over on her belly and sticks her ass in the air, spreads her ass cheeks and says, ‘I’m ready for you now.’ What the fuck?! Why can’t we just have real, loving intercourse?” He punched the glove compartment.
“Hey, take it easy,” I said, concerned about the damage he was doing to my car and that he’d set off the airbag.
“Sorry, but this has been frustrating me since. . . well, since forever.”
“Have you talked with her about it?”
“Of course I have.”
I felt stupid even asking him, since he was so abrupt with his reply.
“I’m sorry, H, but. . .”
“I understand, Jim. You and I, we’re both frustrated. We haven’t seen Lo or Lily in five days and. . .”
“Yeah, how are you doing with that?” he interrupted to ask.
“With what?”
“With her being around Uncle Collin?”
“Whatever,” I said, dismissively and disingenuously since that thought had been consuming me for days now.
“I forgot, you don’t get jealous about her fucking other guys,” he said, as if bating me.
“As long as she’s honest about it,” I said, continuing to dissemble.
Soon we were pulling down a long dirt road leading to the cottage.
“I’ll text Lily that we’ll be there in a minute.”
“OK,” I said, feeling tense with no appetite other than for Lo.
We pulled up to the circular driveway in front of the picturesque villa. I parked the car and Jim, who had been there before, let me around back to the deck where the girls and Collin and Suzanne, as well as the two dogs, were relaxing.
Lo and Lily were both naked as they day they were born. They got up, their tits swinging and jiggling, their asses looking sweetly tanned, their unabashed display of their bodies admirable. I saw how Collin watched Lo and his niece greet us as we appeared on the deck. His eyes carefully watched ever move, every gesture, every subtle sign, deciphering its meaning and adducing the nature of the relationship. He was a limp snake in the grass. But, mind you, at that point, I still was in the dark as to what had transpired between him and Lo.
I wanted nothing more at that moment than to sweep Lo off of her bare feet and bring her to the bedroom (or the kitchen, or the bathroom, or really anywhere, even right there!) and discover all her stories while plumbing her depths with my philosophically penetrating apparatus.
