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Lola’s Warm Welcome
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Hind Hunting
“Daddy, have me.”
“Get naked.”
“I’m naked, Daddy. Have me.”
“Come here.”
She nuzzles up to me, putting her head and soft hair on my shoulder. Her right hand reaches down for my hard cock. She moves her head down toward it. She opens her mouth and takes it in – wet, warm, soft, and loving.
She maneuvers to climb on top of me, straddle me, ride me.
“Hey, what’s the hurry?”
“I want it.”
“We got all night.”
“I want it in me, now.”
“Can’t we enjoy each other first? A little stroll through the Garden of Good and Evil before going in for the kill?”
“Daddy,” she says as she lowers herself on my rod, “it needs it. My pussy needs it. My cunt needs to be filled. I’m sorry. Play with my titties,” she says as she bounces up and down.
I reach up and grab her breasts with both hands.
“Pull my nipples.”
I pull on them.
“Pinch them. Pull them harder. Make it hurt.”
I do as I am told.
“Pull them. Really pull them. Pull them down. Make them sag. Pull my nipples to my navel.”
I do as she says. She moans a moan of pain and delight.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” she says after mere seconds.
“Lo, what were you looking at on your computer before coming to bed?”
She bites her bottom lip. She’s not able to reply. Her pussy squeezes me out and squirts like an overripe peach on the first bite.
Her fingers clutch my shoulders. She lifts up her ass in the air. She slides down my torso with her tongue out, licking up all she spilled on me in her exuberance.
She gets to my navel. She pauses. She falls asleep.
I push her gently onto the bed, sliding her off my still rock-hard cock.
“Lo,” I say, quietly, “Lo, I want you.”
From her dreamlike state she says, “Do whatever you want.” She’s off to Never-Never Land.
I pull out a German porno mag from my nightstand drawer. I open it up on her ass. I compare her to Gili Sky, the porn star of the magazine’s centerfold. I prefer Lola. But the juxtaposition is nice. I know Lola would prefer Gili and the three men Gili is with as well.
I try to jack it to the photos and Lo’s ass. Lo’s ass looks too good to pass up. I rub some lube on the tip and her target, take aim, and swoosh! Direct hit.
Driving home the happy hunter, I lie down on her back and open the magazine and begin leafing through the pages, reading what I can in German. It’s been a while. Lo is motionless, soundless. The lack of her longing for my donging diminishes my fervor. I pull out. As I do so, she says, almost from the depths of her depraved dream, “Al wanted some new photos. Take some of me, Daddy.”
I’ve never seen a woman so eager for the camera and yet, so very very relaxed in front of it.
Lola and Gili Sky
I replace the book on her rear and snap a few for her long-distance lover. Now I know what she was doing before coming to bed in a feeding frenzy.
Gili Sky Front, Lola Rear
The next day she wakes up chipper as can be.
“Sleep well, Darling?” I ask.
“Great! You?”
“I wish I could say I slept hard. But it’s more like I hardly slept because I was hard.”
“Awww, poor baby. Didn’t you have me?”
“It’s not worth going into,” I say. “You’ll read all about it anyway.”
“I hope so!”
“What’s for breakfast?” she asks, pulling at her nipples over the thin t-shirt she’s wearing. “Wow! My nips really hurt! Kiss them better, Daddy.”
Lo in Lace
She lifts up her shirt and forces her breasts in my face. I give them gentle kisses.
“Mmmmm,” she moans. “Can I have you for breakfast?”
She drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen, pulls down my pajama bottoms, and goes to town on my torpedo.
After she slurps down her morning smoothy, she gets up, wipes her mouth, and says, “Looks like a no pants, no panties, pussy party day at work for me!”
Cycle Through the Park
Brooklyn is a great place to go! So many lovely sights to see, especially in the springtime!
Pachu M Torres
Pachu M. Torres – Art & Literature Collaboration
We are so excited to announce our new collaboration with the renowned artist and illustrator, Mr. Pachu M. Torres!
For years we have been following his work and, though Lola hasn’t been the actual model for him (but perhaps she has been the inspiration for some of his works), his art reflects something of Lo’s inner essence.
You can expect quick little vignettes of word and image like the one below. We’d love to hear your thoughts.
xoxoxoxo,
Lola & HH
Image – Pachu M. Torres
Words – HH
Game Day Highlights
It had a been a long time since Lola had seen the brothers from across the street – Roy and Gary. Well, to be honest, she had “seen” them, but only seen them around the neighborhood. A cordial wave hello while walking home or a polite smile if we passed them in the local supermarket was about all interaction she had had with them since she and Meri worked out their intricate plan to swap brothers for children. That strategy worked to perfection. Meri got to have a threesome with boys the age of her children and Lola, while taking care of the males of Meri’s household, got out of the tedious sex she had been having on a regular basis with Roy and Gary. She had grown bored of being their pandemic call of booty.
They had reached out frequently, requesting use of Lo’s services or, at least, to service her holes. But she had rebuffed them. Eventually they got the message. Things began to open up in the summer, post-vaccinations, and we imagine the boys went back to seeing their friends and girlfriends, then to college in the fall.
Omicron struck in December when the boys were back home for winter break and their over-protective mother shuttered them in the house once again.
Now it was January and both their colleges were having a delayed in-person start, opting instead for remote learning for the first two weeks of classes. That meant the boys were home and caged in for another half month.
Knowing how much the brothers enjoy football and imagining how they must feel pent up in that house (in more ways than one), Lo reached out to their mother and asked if it would be ok for the boys to watch the playoffs at our house. Of course, Lo only asked my permission – or rather, informed me of her arrangement – after the mother had agreed. That mother loves Lo. In her eyes, Lo can do no wrong. If she only knew. . .
The brothers came over and from the moment Lo met them at the door, their lust for Lo was palpable. Lo had no intention of falling back into the sibling cycle of sex again, but she simply cannot help herself from being seductive, salacious, and so very sexy. Lo decided to get into the spirit of football by wearing knee-high striped socks with tight pink shorts and an oversized football jersey that she stole from my drawer.
For those of you who don’t know, the playoffs lasted three weekends in a row. Each weekend consisted of at least two games. The brothers were at our house, high-fiving, yelling, screaming, and generally displaying their over-the-top testosterone levels for all three weekends, multiple hours at a time. Lo did nothing to relieve their tension. Rather, she only made the tightly twisted libidinous drive that tugged at their testicles even more taut.
Over the course of many hours, I curiously observed the boys’ interactions with Lola as the football announcers called the play-by-play. Though we were all watching the game on the TV, I couldn’t help but imagine that the commentary was about something else. What follows are direct quotes (in italics) from the games in a highlight reel.
Announcer 1: Welcome to Sunday Night NFL All Access. That stands for ‘Now Fucking Lola’ All Access.
Announcer 2: These players have been eyeing each other for weeks now. There’s a lot of frustration in the room. The strategy has to be for one to pound that front and the other to get penetration in the back.
Announcer 1: I couldn’t agree with you more. He really has to open up that hole.
Announcer 2: Well, the game is underway and it is his first penetration and it’s really deep!
Announcer 1: Wow! That’s a really big shot!
Announcer 2: No doubt, those two will hook up again.
Announcer 1: If this isn’t going to be a blow out, they will have to fill that gap.
Announcer 2: Look at that, an amazing turnaround. He was able to punch it in!
Announcer 1: They’re in a position to tighten this thing up.
Announcer 2: Looks like he’s able to get back on top of it.
Announcer 1: And now they’re double teaming.
Announcer 2: It’s a touchback!
Announcer 1: Yes, they just swooped the back end.
Announcer 2: He’s going deep!
Announcer 1: Another nice hookup.
Announcer 2: Terrific ball skills.
Announcer 1: This is going to be a real contest. It’s a match, blow-for-blow.
Announcer 2: But wait! What’s this? A fumble! Sacks are great, but strip sacks are even better!
Announcer 1: Great ball placement.
Announcer 2: And on the first play, some razzle-dazzle Hollywood style!
Announcer 1: They’re just having their way now.
Announcer 2: Those are some uncanny ball skills.
Announcer 1: That’s about as hot as it gets.
Announcer 2: He has amazing hands.
Announcer 1: He is hot, especially in the red zone.
Announcer 2: He snuck it into the end zone!
Announcer 1: Looks like he spiked it!
Announcer 2: Another booming finish!!!
Lola’s team uniform
All this testosterone fueled banter, excitement, and physicality had spurred not only the brothers into a sexual frenzy, but also Lola. By halftime of the last game, she wanted someone to score. But Lola’s nature is to avoid zero-sum games. She prefers when everyone wins. In that spirit, she lined up all us people with penises on the couch, sitting facing forward and the TV. I was in the middle and Gary and Roy were on my left and right, respectively. Lo had all three of us pull our pants down around our ankles. She was wearing her black, silk negligee and nothing else. She got down on her knees and between each of our knees to fluff each of us up one at a time. Then she gently, slowly descended her derrière down on my cock as her cunt was dripping with anticipation of finally being filled.
Securely seated on my lap, she reached out her left and right hands to grasp Gary and Roy by their uprights and, as she bopped and bounced on my pole like a cheerleader, she encouraged the brothers with her offensive holding.
Sure enough, first one, then the other reached the goal line.
Lo continued her halftime routine on me until she was able to coax me offsides into a neutral zone infraction.
She stood up, my ejaculate dripping down her inner thigh, and she looked at the three of us, spent and sidelined, and she said, “I just love full-contact sports.”
Lola’s Suited Up for the Big Game