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Libertine Lesbian Sisters
Lo gets it from behind by her sister Robie
Just to let you know, all the stories about Lo and Robie can be accessed for free on Substack.
https://345283.substack.com/p/libertine-lesbian-sisters
Lo and Robie in the shower.
Lo and Robie – an intimate moment
The Newest Inductees to The Match Book Club – Two MILFS and a Daughter
We have a very special treat for all of you today. Not one, not two, but three inductees to The Match Book Club.
First, we have Lisa-Anne. A beautiful MILF, twice divorced with two kids. A son in his twenties and a daughter who is a preteen. Lisa-Anne just loves to be admired and complimented. She also loves a good, smutty read. You can find more of Lisa-Anne HERE.
Lisa-Anne gets her reading materials ready
The beautiful Lisa-Anne
Lisa-Anne getting off after reading Match, Cinder & Spark
Lisa-Anne loves Lo
Lisa-Anne quick selfie
Lovely Lisa-Anne and Match, Cinder & Spark
A double or triple feature: We have the lovely, 51 year old MILF, who goes by Tinkergirlmilf, and her 21 year old daughter, Bunny. The two of them play together. Bunny is in college and apparently loves to read mommy’s dirty books – together with mommy! Mommy is dedicated to her daughter, so much so that she made a loyalfans and onlyfans account in order to raise money to pay her daughter’s tuition. Bunny doesn’t think that mom should shoulder all that on her own and so, to help raise funds for her education, Bunny joins in on occasion. You can imagine how the tuition dollars go up when she does! Don’t you want to cumtribute to their joint account?
TinkergirlMILF and her daughter Bunny read Match, Cinder & Spark together
Mom & Daughter together reading Match, Cinder & Spark
Daughter Bunny stole Mom’s Match, Cinder & Spark
Hey Bunny, some help please!
Mom and Daughter show their love for each other after reading Match, Cinder & Spark
“Bunny, do you like my shaved pussy and thong?”
Mother’s Day gift from Bunny
“Daughter, will you tell me if my princess plug is all the way in?”
Homecumming
Lola’s Lessons
ʼTwas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the town the kids had returned from colleges to make the rounds. The bars were full with revelers, so gay. They sparkled, they glittered, they twinkled and they wanted to get laid.
Lola was decked out in sequins and lace. Her hair was done up, her lipstick applied. She wanted to fuck all of the pretty girls and guys. I accompanied her to the local bar and watched her seduce and charm. The guys bought her drinks as she touched their arms. The women gave her the side-eye and raised the alarm. This little tart was hitting on that one’s man. The dirty slut, they thought, she has them drooling as if she were a honey baked ham!
Within an hour she had her prey. She hopped in his car and he sped her away.
At his house, they had to tip-toe past the parents’ room. It wasn’t like the dorms where all the coeds are up all night fucking till dawn.
He got her naked and into his bed. It didn’t take much since she was eager to get on her knees and give head.
He put his hands through her hair and asked if she likes it rough.
“Shut the fuck up and give me all you got.”
He grinned like the Grinch and took out the cuffs. He locked her to the bed and commenced ramming her muff.
“Is that your best?” she complained as she felt his sack sway into her clit.
He kicked it up a gear and grabbed her by her tits.
“Pull them,” she said. And he did.
“Smack them,” she cried. And he did.
“Stuff me with that cock,” she instructed over her shoulder.
He filled her cunt from base to tip. He pulled out and began to dip in her rear. When she didn’t complain, he did it again. Deeper he delved in her bum fast, hard, and he filled her full of cum.
“Free me,” she begged and he did. She turned and licked his dipstick clean.
“Freaky night, holy whore!” he said, amazed at the sight.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she replied.
Lying on her back, he pulled her nipples and squeezed them tight.
“Perky,” he said. Then, stretching them down to her navel, “Floppy. Fat,” he added, slapping her belly.
“Whatever you want, you can do it to me. I’m a demon of the night and I like to please. Call me names, degrade and debase. I like to tease. I’m like Mary Magdalane – the holy profaned.”
He shook her like jelly and said, “I wish I could, but I’m spent.”
“Then get on your knees,” she said as she spread her legs over the edge of the bed, “and feast!”
He ate her giblets and drank her juices. She was sweet white meat and he helped himself to seconds and thirds.
“Now my ass,” she said, turning over and spreading her cheeks.
She began to scream into the pillow, lest she be heard, but it was too late – a knock at the door and suddenly the boy’s mom was there meeting her son’s date.
“What’s all this noise?” she said, before gasping in shock.
He pulled his mouth back from Lola’s ass and stood up, displaying his cock.
“I’m calling your father,” said the mom in awe.
“Good,” said Lo, “because your boy went soft and I’ve got to cum at least once more.”
The dad arrived, groggy and half-dressed. He stood in the door and saw his son needed a rest.
“I’m tapped out,” said the boy, yielding to his elder’s prominence.
“Go back to bed,” said the dad to his wife, “I’ll handle this.”
Lola’s pussy exposed, dripped and gaped.
The dad got behind and whipped out his cock, ramming it home, causing the bed to rock.
His wife watched and lusted for the same. She removed her gown and got in the game.
All the commotion woke their daughter. She watched in awe as her father filled her mother.
Old then young; young then old. All as little sis with her locks of gold stood by and demanded to be told who this slut was, so bold.
“That’s Lola,” said her bro, “she’s insatiable!”
“We’ll see about that,” said the girl, removing her panties and shirt, exposing her neatly cropped blond bush and her boy-like breasts.
The whole happy fam was stuffing Lola’s holes, tenderizing her meat, basted by her flow.
Dad nestled his sugar-plumb in her bum without care.
Mom threw open her shutters and sash,
Fisting herself with the hope that her husband would soon be there.
Sis pulled at her tiny tits and spread her legs, lusting for Lola to lick her ass.
Lo’s tongue was quick and with a flick
Got the girl to cum as Lo came on dad’s dick.
Down the chimney he slipped his prick
As he looked at his daughter’s pretty nips that, like candy cherries, he bit.
Here I shall bring to a close these lines of doggerel,
With Lo on her knees taking it doggy-style.
The boy she picked up, sitting nearby,
His soft snood in his fist
As his sister spreads her golden fleece
For Lo to please.
Mom received a little kiss from all three.
ʼTwas a Thanksgiving for which all were grateful
That Lola came and ʼtwas Lola who came most of all!
Lola Cum-Covered
Ultimate Bush
Lola’s two favorite toys
Lo was on the bed next to me, her Hitachi in one hand vibrating her clit and her horse-cock dildo in the other, filling her hungry hole. I was sitting up reading the day’s news, waiting for her third orgasm. With her, they always come in threes. That morning, the first was with me. It was one of those wonderful, Saturday morning, simultaneous climax situations where her moaning and saying, “Daddy, I’m cumming,” produced just the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to make me harder, to penetrate her deeper, and desire her desperately. Instead, as often happens, the seductive sound of her voice coaxed my one and only orgasm right out of me and into her. Luckily, the feel of my essence spouting out of me and pouring into her was enough to cause her first peak to be somewhat satisfying, if only as an appetizer.
She then continued to orgasm number two by pulling out her phone and scrolling through the many photos she had received recently of men in panties. The ones she likes the most are the married men who surreptitiously steal their wives’ panties, put them on, and play with themselves to her photos until they ejaculate in the red, black, or white lace panties and then put them back in their wives’ drawer for them to discover later – maybe when they’re late for work and hurriedly slip into the first panties they grab, unknowingly putting on the sperm encrusted underwear.
That orgasm was even better than the first, which was not a very complimentary commentary for me.
Then it was onto the Big O. In the trifecta of orgasms, this third is the one that wins. The second (performed by her fingers alone) places. And the first (the one with me) only shows. You can see, her number system is just the opposite of a horse race. Speaking of horses, that was exactly what she went for that morning – her Exotic-Erotics Remus Horse Cock Dildo. That, in combination with her Hitachi Magic Wand, is the gold standard of her orgasms, only outdone by having something – a princess plug, her finger, my cock, someone else’s cock – in her ass. That orgasm would be platinum and, that plus simultaneously sucking on tits, pussy, clit, or cock would be the diamond award. But that is the rarest of rare.
Apologies for the digression into Lo’s ranking system.
Back to our story. Once she had successfully mounted her highest peak that morning, ejaculating all over the covers, she rested in her puddle of pure delight.
Once I could tell she had regained her cognitive functioning again, I said to her, “Did you see what Kim Kardashian’s brand of fashion came out with this week?”
“Skims?”
“Yeah, Skims.”
“No. What?”
“They released a new line of thongs called pubic hair panties.”
“What the hell is that?”
Kim Kardashian Skims Pubic Hair Panties Ultimate Bush
“I think the name aptly describes it. Basically, a reinvention of the merkin. They call it ‘Ultimate Bush.’”
“Let me see!” she said.
I showed her the images from my phone. She took my phone out of my hand and began masturbating again, pulling on her thick bush.
“I say, skip the panties, keep the pubic hair.”
“Are you really going to go for a fourth orgasm?” I asked in disbelief.
“You know what they say, ‘Go fourth and prosper.’ You want me to prosper, don’t you?”
Why not camel toe panties?
She dropped my phone and had her eyes closed as she fondled herself. After yet one more orgasm – not nearly as violent as her third – she opened her eyes and hugged me.
“What were you thinking about?”
“When?”
“The thought that brought you to climax, what was it?”
“Oh, I was just thinking if Skims expanded their Ultimate Bush panties to a bikini line. I was picturing all the women and girls wearing them on the beach. That really got my juices flowing.”
Only use real human hair or faux fur.
Summertime: Dogs, Wieners, and Buns
Woof!
“Hello?” Lo said, answering her phone after looking at it with a quizzical look. She didn’t recognize the number.
“Oh, Hi Scarlett!” said Lo into her phone, smiling and twirling her hair.
The rest is the one sided phone call I eavesdropped.
“No, that’s fine.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. Completely.”
“Got it. Yes. I will.”
“Thank you. See you then!”
Lo hung up the phone and I could see that she was twitterpated.
“What was that all about?” I asked, a tad disturbed to see her so visibly affected by someone else’s voice.
“That was my editor.”
“Editor?”
“You know, for Collin’s project.”
“Which project is that? He has so many, I get confused.”
“Oh right. The Wank-a-Way.”
She laughed. “It’s not a Wank-a-Way. It’s going to be a respectable museum.”
“Where men can go to wank off or be wanked off by a certified technician.”
“Well, yeah. Like that, but. . .”
“But Collin has a way of making it sound more sophisticated.”
“Yes.”
“You best not be caught in there – I have a feeling he’ll get busted for prostitution within days!”
“It’s not prostitution.”
“I know, I know,” I said, repeating her oft invoked claim that “It’s a sperm donation site with fine art and technical assistants on hand for, well, to lend a hand.”
“That’s better.”
“Anyhow, what did your editor want?”
“I gave her a few binders full of women last week. . .”
“There’s got to be a better way of saying that,” I interrupted.
“And she said she wants to do a room that is just about summertime.”
“OK,” I said.
“So, she wants me to come over today and show her what I have in order to examine the possibilities.”
“Is that how she phrased it?”
“Yeah, almost word-for-word. You know I have a quasi-photographic memory.”
“For certain things,” I said. She knew what I meant because I knew that she meant she can remember just about every image of porn she’s ever cum to and every word her lovers have spoken in the heat of passion. It’s really an uncanny skill.
“Why?”
“It sounds like she has ulterior motives.”
“I sure hope so. She is hot!”
“I’m so glad for you,” I said and I couldn’t help sounding bitter.
“Oh,” she immediately chimed in, “are you jealous? Jealous of my editor?” She was rubbing the back of my head and looking concerned, but her tone was one of teasing.
“No, I’m not jealous.”
“Good,” she said, just as quickly stopping her caresses and ending her concerned tone, “because I have to get ready.”
“Get ready? Ready for what?”
“To meet her, silly. What should I wear?”
“Today? Sunday? She ‘s working? You’re going to meet her?”
I followed her from the living room to the bedroom. She was already going through her panty drawer. It is extensive.
“Which ones should I wear? Or maybe none at all? No. That would look too desperate. Or slutty? It might look slutty. And she might like that. But what if it just looks like I want to fuck her? But I do want to fuck her.”
“Lola,” I interrupted her dialogue with herself, “are you telling me you’re going over there today?”
“Yes, of course today,” she said as she slipped into her pink lace thong.
“But weren’t we going to. . .”
“I’m sorry, I have to cancel.”
“Because your pussy is aching to kiss her pussy?”
“That’s a crude way of saying it,” she said. “But I like it and it is accurate.”
I sat down on the bed, dejected.
She noticed.
“Aw,” she said, “I’m sorry. I’d let you fuck me but I don’t want to be stretched out for her, nor do I want to be filled up with cum. I don’t know her that well yet. She might not like it.”
I wasn’t talking. I just watched her get dressed.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”
She was applying her makeup. She leaned over her bureau and looked carefully at her eyes as she penciled on the eyeliner. Her ass was protruding outward from under her short black skirt and her breasts were exposed on the bottom from under her pink cutoff top, no bra.
After she finished her mascara, she turned and asked me, “Do I look too slutty?”
“Too slutty for what?”
“You know, too slutty.”
“Darling,” I said to her, condescendingly, “can a person be too rich, too healthy, too good? No. Of course not. And similarly, Lola Down can never be too slutty.”
“Oh,” she said, “you’re no help. I should have known better than to ask a perv like you if I’m too slutty.” As she said this, she slipped out of the pink lace thong she had just put on and she held it to her nose and sniffed.
“What?” I inquired.
“Wet already. Ah well, I’ll just throw them in here in case.” And she stuffed the panties in her little bag.
She put on her strappy black leather heels and then gathered up some more binders. She piled them about five high in a stack.
“Summertime, eh?” I asked, fingering the binders.
“Yeah, you know: dogs, wieners, and buns.”
“Are you listing three foods or naming what you like to fuck you, what you like to put in your mouth, and what you like to see on the beach?”
“I don’t have to be subjected to such ridicule,” she said, haughtily as she picked up her binders.
“Well, tell Scarlett I say hello.”
“I most certainly will not!”
“Then be sure to. . .”
She didn’t let me finish. She was out the door and hopping in her car. She gave a “toot toot” from the street and waived with her fingers at me as she drove away.
She was driving to Scarlett’s house, not the office, since it was Sunday.
Lo arrived at Scarlett’s suburban house. It was quaint. Built in the fifties, it retained the façade of clean, wholesome, country living. As Lo pondered it, sitting in the driveway looking at the white house with red shutters, she thought that it was the sort of house you might see in Home & Garden. All the flowers were in bloom. Everything was perfectly placed to look just a little out of sorts, but by design rather than by chance.
Lo grabbed her binders and strutted to the front door. She rang the bell. Through an intercom, she heard Scarlett say, “Just come in. It’s open.”
Lo opened the front door that was, indeed, left ajar. She stepped into the entrance way and heard Scarlett’s voice ring out, “In here!”
Lo followed the sound of the sing-song voice to the kitchen where she found Scarlett sitting at a portable desk in her kitchen. Lo looked around and marveled at the incongruity between Scarlett’s sexy red lips, her disheveled hair that Lo just wanted to grab as she forced her to face fuck Lo’s clit, Scarlett’s seductive cleavage revealed by the strategically nonchalant blouse that was unbuttoned just enough, and the kitchen, which could have been right out of her grandparent’s house.
Scarlett was looking down at some notes she had scribbled next to the portfolio Lo had left with her last time. But what caught Lo’s eye was that Scarlett was drinking from one of the limited edition tea cups made with Lo’s naked hips in full color on it.
“Hi,” said Lo, bashfully.
“What did you bring for me today?” asked Scarlett, getting right down to business.
“Well, you asked for a spread of ‘Summertime,’ right?”
“Yes.”
“Here you go.”
Lo felt oddly like a religious supplicant bringing an offering to her goddess, placing it before her for the goddess to approve or disapprove.
Scarlett looked through the photos. As she turned the pages, she said, “You took my words literally.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dogs, wieners, and buns.”
Beach Babes
Wet and wild Bryana Sparks it up in the pool
Daizha Morgann
Daizha Morgann
Jennifer Battistoni Kincade
Jennifer Battistoni Kincade
Jennifer Battistoni Kincade
All Bodies are Beautiful
Beach Babes
Buns
“Well, I aim to please. Do you not like them?”
“Oh, I like them a lot. Especially this one,” she said, pointing to. . .
Just then, startling Lo, a large dog came bursting into the kitchen from the back door. He was wet and muddy, and he immediately stuck his cold, moist snout up and under Lo’s short skirt and began licking rapidly and with the enthusiasm that only a happy-go-lucky devil-may-care dog can have.
“Woe there!” exclaimed Lo in a high-pitched voice.
“Down Reilly! Down!”
The dog paid no heed to his mistress.
“Reilly!” commanded Scarlett once more. He just continued to lick and nudge at Lo’s bottom, pushing her forward into the kitchen island until she had to brace herself with her arms holding onto the granite countertop. He began to get up on his hind legs. Scarlett jumped to action and grabbed him by his collar, careful not to let his wet and muddy fur soil her cute dress. She pulled him down, off of Lo, who spied from the corner of her eye that the friendly furry fiend had a large, pink, wet erection.
“I’m so sorry,” said Scarlett in a rare display of contrition. “He goes wild for women.”
“Oh,” fluttered Lo, trying to be polite, but displaying her confused emotions in her voice, “it’s ok.”
“It’s just the two of us here. He’s the man of the house, if you will, and just loves to dominate any woman who walks in the door.”
“So, I’m nothing special.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” said Scarlett as she led Reilly out the back door and threw a tennis ball for him to fetch, before shutting the door and making sure it was securely shut. Lo could hear Reilly when he returned scratching at the door and whimpering pathetically to be let back in. “He shows unusual exuberance for you. He must detect something very special about you.”
“His name is Reilly?”
“Yeah,” laughed Scarlett. “He always reminded me of the actor, John C. Reilly, so I called him Reilly.”
“I can see the resemblance.”
“As a result, I have a mad crush on John C. Reilly,” added Scarlett enigmatically. Scarlett looked at Lo’s bare legs and her skirt. “Oh no! Look at you! You’re a mess!”
Lo’s legs were splattered in mud and she was dripping from her inner thighs. Dripping from the wet dog or from the wet pussy? Not clear. Probably both.
“It’s nothing,” said Lo politely and demurely. “I enjoy being a dirty girl.” Her turn to be enigmatic.
“No, no,” said Scarlett. “We must clean you up. Come.”
Scarlett led Lo to the large bathroom on the first floor. It too was white tile and looked very mid-century. It had a large, white porcelain, claw-foot tub in it.
“Here,” said Scarlett, “sit.” She patted the edge of the tub.
Lo removed her strappy heels and swung one leg then the other over the edge of the tub.
“Let me clean you up,” said Scarlett, running the water and testing to see if it was too hot or too cold. When it got to the temperature she approved of, she wet down a washcloth. “Here, give me that pretty foot of yours.”
Lo lifted her left leg and allowed Scarlett to hold it with one hand, cupping the ankle with her palm, and ever-so-gently wipe it down with the warm washcloth with the other hand.
Involuntarily, Lo let out a long moan.
She heard herself and caught herself and said, “Sorry. . . it feels so good.”
“No need to be sorry,” said Scarlett, staring deeply into Lo’s eyes a second too long.
She looked back down at Lo’s leg as if embarrassed, and then slowly wiped Lo’s shin, from the knee down. Then she rinsed out the washcloth and rung it out before daring to start again at the middle of Lo’s thigh. She ran the wet cloth all the way down, ever-so-slowly, down to Lo’s toes. Lo bit her lower lip and moaned again.
Rinse, repeat, but this time Scarlett dared to lift Lo’s dress up above her waist.
“No knickers,” observed Scarlett in a non-judgmental, flat tone.
Lo giggled. “That’s such a funny word – knickers,” said Lo.
“Panties,” corrected Scarlett.
“When I hear the word ‘knickers,’ I think of a sixty-year-old English woman who milks cows. I certainly don’t think about a pink lace thong.”
“So ‘panties’ is sexy and ‘knickers’ not?” asked Scarlett.
“For me, at least.”
“You know what is most sexy?”
Lo’s and Scarlett’s eyes locked as Scarlett asked this. Lo could only mouth the word “No.” The breath was not filling her vocal cords.
“No panties at all.” Scarlett then pushed Lo’s legs further apart and applied the warm washcloth to Lo’s aching pussy. “He loves to lick,” said Scarlett absentmindedly.
“Does he?” whispered Lo.
“Oh yes. Did I mention, it’s just the two of us here.”
“Yes.”
“He’s very good company.”
“I’m sure.”
“Fills up those otherwise empty, lonely nights with all sorts of silly games and furry fun.”
“I can just imagine,” said Lo.
Scarlett’s right hand held Lo’s thigh tightly as her left hand held the washcloth, but Lo now felt a finger graze her labia.
“So,” said Scarlett in a hushed tone, “when another woman comes. . .” she paused dramatically, “he thinks that she just wants to play too.”
Lo now distinctly felt Scarlett’s fingers slide over her pussy. The washcloth dropped into the tub.
“I love to play. . .” now Lola paused dramatically, “with dogs.”
“Animal lovers are so. . .”
Scarlett leaned over and her lovely, red, lush lips parted. Lo couldn’t resist. She leaned in and did what she wanted to do since the moment she laid eyes on Scarlett. She kissed her passionately.
Scarlett’s left hand no longer played coy. She slid two fingers up and into Lo’s slit and her right hand slid around Lo’s waist so that, with the pressure between her legs, Scarlett wouldn’t push Lo right off the side of the tub.
When their lips finally parted, Scarlett said, “Turn, so I can wash your right leg.”
Lola obediently followed Scarlett’s instruction and lifted her left leg out of the tub and, with a very unlady-like move, straddled the curved edge of the tub. The toe of her bare left foot just touching the white tile floor and her right leg steadying her in the tub as her crotch was fully exposed, resting on the white porcelain edge of the tub.
Scarlett didn’t look at Lo’s dark, hairy bush, but instead, rinsed out the washcloth with warm water again and rung it out before leaning over starting again down at Lo’s naked right foot and slowly moving her way up Lo’s calf to her knee to her inner thigh. Scarlett then said, “Maybe I could clean you better if I hopped in the tub.”
Lo didn’t object. Rather, her heart skipped a beat when she contemplated that Scarlett would have to get naked to do this task. But that’s not how it happened. Scarlett, to Lo’s surprise, climbed into the tub, fully clothed, but for her shoes, which she left on the bathmat. She then got down on her knees in the little puddle that was on the bottom of the tub. She ran the warm washcloth up and down Lo’s leg with the care and attention of an art connoisseur delicately dusting a priceless alabaster statue. Scarlett was staring intensely at Lo’s crotch as she slid the warm, wet washcloth from Lo’s knee to her inner thigh.
Lo’s head dropped back and she was just about to reach out in front of her, grab Scarlett’s head and pull her in for a good smooch of her lower lips when suddenly there was a CRASH! Both women froze and Scarlett looked up and said, “Reilly!”
Scarlett stood up from the tub and hopped out. Lo followed. They went into the living room and saw a lamp shattered on the floor.
“Bloody hell!” said Scarlett.
Poor Reilly was cowering in the corner.
“What happened?”
“Oh, he probably was humping a pillow on the couch – he does that when. . .” she didn’t complete her thought. “And then the movement caused the lamp to slide off the end table.”
“I thought you put him out?”
“When he’s determined, he finds a way. He must have used his snout to push the door open.”
Lo recalled how forceful his snout was up and under her skirt. He nearly pushed her over with it.
Scarlett disappeared for a moment and returned with a dustpan and a hand broom. She crouched down to clean up the shattered porcelain fragments. As she did this, Lo sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. She picked up a book from the coffee table. It was a large photo book. On the cover, the words “Irina and Eva: Lust for Innocence and Innocent Lust” were embossed in an Art Neuvo gold across the top and a black-and-white image of a little nude girl wearing a Jazz Era hat, furry white vest (covering her non-existent breasts), and a couple of bracelets stood below. The lighting of the image of the girl was such that a shadow from the brim of the hat concealed her eyes. From under the hat, beautiful flowing golden curls unraveled down the girl’s shoulders. Her face was that of a young girl, but she wore luscious red lipstick on her beautiful full mouth. But for the items already mentioned, she stood naked with her arms at her side. The light illuminated her torso, drawing the observer’s eye to the chest and down to her navel. Below the navel was a pale stripe that indicated the small bathing suit or panties that barely protected her swimsuit zone from tanning. And within that white stripe was the outline of a smooth, hairless triangle that tapered in darkness between her small legs that were pressed together. Her body leaned at an angle resembling the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but her head was cocked in the opposite direction. Her nails were manicured and painted and she gave off the aura of a mature courtesan waiting to be chosen by the young patron of the brothel.
Eva Ionesco
After disposing the remains of the lamp that had broken, Scarlett returned to the living room and sat on the couch, to Lola’s left.
“What’s this?” asked Lo as she leafed through the pages, each of which had a glossy photo of the same young girl who was on the cover.
“Oh, that’s a prized possession of mine.”
Lo had turned to a page that featured the young nude blonde girl in a black-and-white spread that covered both the left and right pages. She was lying on her tum, her head propped up by her hands, her blonde ringlets crowned by a garland of flowers, and her little legs in black, knee-high stockings and wearing black shoes. From her knees to her garland, she was naked and the center of the photo was her cute, curved, bare bottom.
Irina Ionesco’s photo of her daughter, Eva Ionesco
Lola’s version
As Scarlett told Lo about the book, her right hand slowly caressed the glossy page.
“It is a book of Irina Ionesco’s photos of her daughter Eva.”
“I’m sorry,” said Lo, “but I don’t know them.”
“It’s a story of love – dark love. You see, Irina, so the story goes, was conceived by the unholy union of her father and his daughter. But that’s just the mysterious and unconfirmed backdrop to this story. Irina became a circus performer and gave birth to her one and only child – Eva in 1965. She began photographing her when she was four years old, which would be fine, but she treated her just like any of her older nude models. These were the so-called “Lolita Photos.” In the seventies – the zeitgeist being what it was – she exhibited her photographs and instantly gained notoriety in the artsy professional photography world. She continued to photograph her daughter – and even lend her out to be the muse of other photographers as well! – until social services intervened and removed Eva from the artistic exploitation of her obsessed mother.”
Eva Ionesco
Lola’s mouth was gaping as she flipped the glossy pages, gawking at the scandalous photos.
“This,” added Scarlett proudly as she again rubbed the smooth pages with her open palm, “was a limited, private print.”
“Where did you find it?”
“Oh,” said Scarlett as if it was no big deal, “it was a gift of Collin’s.”
“Of course,” said Lola looking at Scarlett knowingly.
“You like what you see?” asked Scarlett.
“It’s terrible,” said Lo enigmatically, as her fingers turned the page to look at another photo.
Eva as a cover girl
“She reminds me of you,” whispered Scarlett as her eyes locked on Lo’s and together they put the book back on the coffee table. Lola’s and Scarlett’s lips locked again as Scarlett fell back towards the pillow on the couch. She was now horizontal with Lo on top of her.
Eva, on loan by her mother to the photographer Jacques Bourboulon
Eva in Playboy 1976
They were passionately making out and Lo was running her hand through Scarlett’s hair when suddenly Lo said, “Oh no!”
“What?” asked a concerned Scarlett.
Lo sat up and showed Scarlett her hand. It was wet.
Scarlett sniffed it and turned around. Looking at the pillow that was under her, she said, “Reilly!”
“He, he, he came on the pillow!” said a horrified Lo. “And now it’s all in your hair.”
Scarlett sat up too and the sticky liquid stretched from the pillow in gossamer threads to her hair.
“How did we not see that?” asked Lo.
“I guess we were just focused on other things,” replied Scarlett, trying to prevent the mood from souring and attempting to pull Lo back down onto the couch with her. Scarlett’s head fell back onto the K9-cum-covered pillow. She reached to pull Lo down with her. Lo hesitantly fell back into her arms.
Lo was lost in Scarlett’s wet, warm, red, lush lips as they kissed passionately. Lo’s legs were squeezed together between Scarlett’s which were spread wide to welcome her. Just as Lo was loosing herself in the lust she felt for this older woman, she suddenly felt that same cool, wet, insistent nudging pressing on her mons pubis from behind.
Lo immediately lifted her head and looked behind her. There was Reilly all riled up again, nudging his nose up and under Lo’s short skirt.
“He’s relentless,” said Lo.
“He’s horny,” replied Scarlett.
“He just came!” protested Lo.
“Oh, he usually is good for like three or four rounds.”
Indeed, it looked like Reilly was eagerly getting ready to mount Lo as he had mounted the pillow earlier.
“Let’s switch places,” said Scarlett as she nearly wrestled Lo on the couch and forced her into a submissive role under her on the couch. Scarlett through the soiled pillow on the floor so as not to get Lo’s thick, dark hair all sticky as hers was now.
Lo was flat on her back on the couch and Scarlett was lying on top of her, making out with her as she squirmed out of her pants and “knickers.”
Then Lo could feel the rhythmic thumping happening as well as some painful scratches from sharp nails on her ankles and feet. Scarlett was moaning.
Lo looked up and over Scarlett’s shoulder. There was Reilly, mounted on Scarlett’s ass, going to town on her as he had on the pillow only a few minutes earlier.
“Is he in you?” Lo asked.
“Knotted in place, yes.”
Lo squirmed out from under Scarlett. Scarlett desperately tried to hold her there.
“What?” asked Scarlett. “Don’t go! Kiss me. Fondle me. Please.”
Lo had already gotten up and was looking down at Scarlett and her pooch. The latter was rhythmically and forcefully filling and thrusting the former’s wet hole, his front paws on the back of her blouse. She was rendered immobile by the activity.
“Wait! Please!” begged Scarlett.
“I think I should go,” said Lo.
“No. Please. You can be next. Promise.”
Lo slipped into her heels and said, “Call me when you have an opening free for me. . . in your schedule,” said Lo.
There was nothing Scarlett could do or say. She was knotted firmly and was at Reilly’s mercy, if he had any, until he came and his knot became detumescent.
Newest Members of The Match Book Club – Peach State Couple
In our quest to spotlight hot, sexy, and real people who have written to us to tell us how much they enjoy the stories in the various volumes of Match, Cinder & Spark, this week we bring you a loving couple who have had more than their share of adversity and who have transformed their sorrows into sheer sexiness! Please welcome Peach State Couple into The Match Book Club! Here they are in their own words and photos.
Peach State Couple getting it on
We have been married 25 years and together 30. We have always had an amazing relationship but the room was not on fire in the bedroom. Like many couples we didn’t know how to have the right conversation about what we really needed.
Peach State Couple
Then it happened, Mr. was diagnosed with kidney failure and began dialysis treatments. We continued on but realized that we needed to begin treasuring every day like it was our last because it truly could be. We sat down and started to admit what we needed and what we were not getting and it was like a gift from heaven. Suddenly our bedroom was on fire with passion and sensuality.
Mrs. Peach’s sex ass.
Mr. received a transplant and life was good, but it was short lived. About 5 years ago Mrs. was diagnosed with breast cancer. We were terrified of what life was going to bring us. Chemotherapy, radiation, and a double mastectomy later and we made it through with just a few physical changes.
Mrs. Peach’s friend Lexi
Mrs. Peach post surgery
Mrs. Peach
We have continued to devour one another whenever we have the chance and even though she lost her nipples Mrs. is still a sexy sensual being to the utmost degree. One day while enjoying one another’s bodies we made the joke of how hot it would be to post some of our sexy pics online, and had some of the hottest sex we had had in a while. Our photo shoots got sexier and sexier as we fantasized about people looking at and getting off to our pics, and then before you know it we had started a Bluesky and then later an Only Fans.
Mrs. Peach showing off her assets.
Mrs. Peach St. Patty’s Day celebration
Mrs. Peach, Lady in Red
Mrs. Peach – A Night in Paris
Mrs. Peach’s pretty peach
The thought of strangers being turned on by us to the point of masturbation makes us so hot. This lead us to Match Cinder and Spark, we loved reading the stories out loud to one another but the ultimate is for Mrs. Peach to listen to the audio version while Mr. Peach pleasures her in every way possible. This book is hot and sexy on so many levels and really gets us going!
Mrs. Peach getting off to Match, Cinder & Spark
What’s good for the Mrs. is good for the Mr.
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Follow along in our sexy adventures as we rediscover our love and passion after all that we have been through and survived.
Mrs. Peach in a sexy pose
Full Color Peach
Mrs. Peach submits in a Kajira position
Mrs. Peach sexy one-piece
Juicy, ripe, round peach
Peaches for the thirsty
Emphasize the positive!
So cute!
Lo’s favorite color!
Compare, contrast
Mrs. Peach does “The Bed Spread”
Mrs. Peach assets galore
Kinky plug, it glows in the dark!
Frills that thrill
Mr. Peach shows his appreciation for Mrs. Peach
Mr. Peach was given an assignment by Lo. Step 1: Go into Mrs. Peach’s panty drawer.
Step 2: Pick out sexy panties and put them on. (Look how hard he is!)
Step 3: Masturbate to Lola while Mrs. Peach is away.
Looks like Mr. Peach was happy to fulfill Lo’s commands.
Lo told him to cum for her.
Looks like he was happy to make Lo happy.
Almost there. Looks like Mr. Peach is a real ass man.
Just three strokes more and. . .
Success!
Don’t worry, he also jacks to Mrs. Peach too!
Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Peach of Peach State Couple for this lovely cumtribution!
The Golden Girls – Candi Annie
Cute Candi Annie
We’re starting a new category for this blog – “The Golden Girls” – that will feature sexy mature women (and their men). This week we’re going to begin with a woman who has been in the lifestyle before it was called that. Candi Annie was introduced to poly relationships real early and she hasn’t let up. She’s in her sixties now and still going strong. If you like what you read and see, leave her a sweet comment.
Here’s the interview:
LOLA – Tell us about yourself. Where’d you grow up? Where’d you go to school? What did you do for most of your life? And how did you get into taking sexy photos and making sexy films?
Candi Annie in red
C.A. – I grew up in a small town in upstate New York and went to college in Boston- to a long gone, all girls college- Bay State Junior College. Getting away from all the limitations of a small town was an eye opener for me especially when it came to sex. I wanted to do it all and let all inhibitions go away. I tried everything I could think of sexually. A married couple that I actually “dated” at the time opened me up to not only the lifestyle having sex with other women which was great and sex on-camera. They actually arranged my first venture into hardcore porn for my eighteenth birthday where they bought me a ticket to LA to be in a “professional” porn shoot. It was so exciting and fun! My life took a turn after college and I had one bad relationship after another and my sexuality was put on the back burner for a number of reasons.
Unfortunately, the “professional porn shoot” pics are lost, but Candi Annie has tried to make up for it in later life.
Candi Annie with AARP volunteers.
Candi Annie getting off
LOLA – Where did you meet your husband and how did you two grow into the lifestyle you lead now?
C.A. – I met Al on the island of St. Croix where he was living and I was getting away from a cold New York winter and another bad relationship. We hit it off immediately! We talked for hours just walking around under the warm tropical night it was so amazing to find someone that I could tell everything to and he did not judge me. That openness is what solidified our relationship from the beginning. He never thought of me as a slut or anything like that, neither of us were virgins, what BS! He was excited to know of my previous experiences and was always wanting to know what made me feel good. The first time he went down on me it was electric, my most amazing orgasm in years! The sex just kept getting better and we were like 20 yr olds having sex 4-5 times a day. We never really thought of the lifestyle since our sex lives were already great, we just didn’t need it. But early on erotic photos did add some excitement and kept that “spark” alive.
Candi Annie with a friend at home.
Candi Annie likes to dress up to go out.
Candi Annie hitting on the staff.
LOLA – I can’t believe you’re sixty! You look great! Any special hints for preserving that beauty – both in terms of your face and also your great body?
C.A. – I am getting older and I certainly see the wrinkles more and more but I have always believed in good fast paced walks 3-4 times a week, nothing crazy and frankly speaking we still have sex every day- usually wake up sex that is usually all oral. I wake up to Al licking my pussy and after I reach my orgasm, Al brings his cock to my mouth and I “milk” him. Maybe that has something to do with all over health too, a big mouthful of cum everyday! I have to admit I crave the taste!
Candi Annie says, “A load of cum in the morning keeps me looking young!”
Candi Annie, “Next!”
Candi Annie is an inspiration to Lola Down
LOLA – I’ve noticed that most of your posts are with men and mostly older men. What are you into – men, women? Would you enjoy being with a younger man or woman?
C.A. – Older men just seem to be more caring and sensual. Ever since I visited those adult theaters in College where older men surrounded me and fondled me in such an erotic and respectful manner that I never felt uncomfortable. I would enjoy one after another but they were never forceful or disrespectful. They wanted to see me enjoying myself as much as they wanted to get off! That theater is where I met the male half of that couple I mentioned earlier. They took me under their wings and introduced me to so many exciting sexual things. Age did become an issue as we went along since I was actually only 16 when I met them but we had a great couple years and all involved had a great time. I have absolutely zero regrets!
Candi Annie camping
Candi Annie greeting the neighbors at the campground
Candi Annie has been around since before women shaved the bush
LOLA – What are your kinks, fetishes, and taboo interests?
C.A. – I think I have done them all! At this point meeting fun, interesting couples to explore with is all that is left on the bucket list. To have other couples that are well traveled open, loving but are sensual, compassionate, respectful and more on the professional and quiet side is our primary interest now. We are beyond the wild loud parties and really tired of rude, crude and pushy guys.
Candi Annie working from home
Candi Annie ready for her next Zoom meeting
Candi Annie prepping for that big presentation.
Candi Annie waiting for your call
LOLA – How long have you done this – the sex posting – and how long do you hope to keep it up?
C.A. – We started posting erotic photos about twenty years ago and without doubt it has kept the spark in our relationship! Truthfully I think this may be my last year unless perhaps the financial side improves, our sex life is great and I think the couples – swingers resorts and cruises etc will be our focus moving beyond this year. Not everything has to be on camera.
Candi Annie camping again.
Keep going Candi Annie!
LOLA – Top bucket-list sex fantasy?
C.A. – Tops is to find those elusive perfect couples to explore with! They should both be Bi, as well as the previously mentioned prerequisites. Age is irrelevant as long as everything else comes together, but it will take a “mature” couple to hit it off with us- that is an attitude not an age.
Candi Annie looking great!
LOLA – Books, movies, TV shows, and other porn stars you like?
C.A. – As far as pornstars- Nina Hartley is my long time crush and with her age she just gets more impressive. I am somewhat of a John Grisham fan and read most his books . Love erotic tales as well and of course Match, Cinder & Spark books! For TV shows I love comedy!!
Nina Hartley back in the day
Nina Hartley looking hot!
Nina Hartley timeless!
LOLA – What’s your relationship with your fans?
C.A. – I have some amazing on-line lovers! It is such a turn on for me to know the men masturbate as they watch me and cum as they think of me. If that is not some kind of LOVE I don’t know what is! My biggest thrill is to receive video tributes that show them masturbating as they watch my video and end with a huge flow of cum going all over the screen! As far as meeting in person, I am very careful and let Al deal with that. I like the fantasy that I share with my lovers on-line and living up to that in person does not always work out. They have thoughts of what I am like and I love to share and let their fantasy continue but meeting the real me can let them down and that frankly terrifies me. It happened once many years ago where we met a couple in Newport, RI where we were living at the time they wanted to get together with the point to see about moving forward with an intimate relationship. The female in that couple backed out saying I was too old and not what she expected. I was devastated and that put our swinging hopes on hold for years. I now hope to just be at a resort or on a cruise where we just happen to met the right couple that we hit it off with! As for single men – it is even more difficult – rude and crude scare me! – in person anyway… on-line it is fine!
Show us some love! Send your cumtributes for Candi Annie and Lola Down to me: downloladown@gmail.com
LOLA – What’s next for you?
C.A. – More of those cruises and hope that destiny will show us the swinger way!
LOLA – Where can we see more of you?
C.A. – My main content site is: https://candiannie.com
it is forwarded to sheer currently: https://www.sheer.com/Candi-Annie
most free content: https://www.xvideos.com/candi_annie_official
latest videos and custom work: https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/437396/candi-annie/Store/Videos
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others would be newbienudes and adultism plus…
social sites:
Twitter “X” – https://x.com/anniecandi73578?lang=en
Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/candiannie.bsky.social
Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/user/newbiecpl4u/?rdt=48390
MeWe: https://mewe.com/candiannie.27/posts
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61557639365527
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/candi_annie69/
If you want Candi Annie to keep doing what she’s doing into her 70’s, support her content!
Thanks so much Candi!!!!
Bye for now Candi Annie
Marsupial Position
After the first Cum Cube companion had left, Lola heard the special knock at the door. It was still ten minutes before her next appointment. Lo opened the door cautiously. It was Meri.
MILF Meri desperate at the bar for some real cock
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry,” Meri replied, “I couldn’t stay away.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” replied Meri, dismissive of Lo’s insults.
“HH calls me that all the time. I take it as a compliment. Like, ‘You’re incredible! You’re amazing! You have the sexual powers of a goddess.’ You know?”
“Oh, so you think you’re paying me a compliment?”
“It all depends on how you take it.”
“How did you take it?”
“Take what”
“That guy’s cock. That’s what.”
“Fast and deep, front and back.”
“I figured. I could hear you cumming from across the street.”
“You could?”
“Of course!”
“And now you want some?”
“Are you going to deny me?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Actually, after her first session, which was so much more than she could have imagined, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle any more and was glad for the reinforcements.
“When’s your next appointment?”
Lo looked at her watch. “He should be here any minute now.”
“I gotta get out of these clothes then.”
“Yes, hurry,” said Lo, helping Meri out of her winter attire.
Soon Meri was in nothing but a white bra, her white nylons, and her red pumps.
“There’s one rule you have to keep.”
“What’s that?”
“You have to remain bent over, facing this wall. The idea is that there is a certain level of anonymity. They can’t see you and you can’t see them.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“But I though you vetted them on-line?”
“We were still anonymous there. They are afraid that if I know who they are, I could blackmail them.”
“Blackmail?”
“Yeah, because of their wives and families and such.”
“Oh, right.”
“And I, well, you know, I just like anonymous fucks anyhow.”
“Oh, I know!”
There was a knock at the door using the secret code.
Lo released the latch and the next patron of the arts entered the sacred space. He was confronted with not one round, beautiful rump ready to be mounted, but two. One naked, used, and welcoming, and one, larger than the first, squeezed into the tight-fitting nylons.
Mr. Next Up came in and didn’t say anything. He just ran his hand over both rears that were confronting him. He gave Lo’s a little smack and then pulled Meri’s tights down around her knees. He began fondling both of them – Lo with his right hand and Meri with his left. He then got on his knees behind Lo and began licking her ass, perineum, and pussy as he continued to fondle Meri, inserting a finger into her pussy and then his thumb into her ass.
Both Lo and Meri were now grinding on him – Lo on his tongue and Meri and his digits.
“Fuck me,” said Lo.
“Fuck me!” insisted Meri.
The girls could hear him unbuckle his pants and then heard him let his pants drop to the floor. He fumbled with a condom and then he was up against Lo’s rear with his hips. Lo felt his huge heft – not of his cock, but of his stomach – flop down on her lower back. He was slapping up against her with his hips.
“Hey, slow down,” said Lo. “Are you even in?” she asked, moving her right hand behind her, under his giant beer belly, to grab his pecker and point it in the right direction.
When she finally got ahold of it, she was like, “Wait, is this it?”
“I, I, I’m having trouble with the condom,” a deep voice replied.
“Fine, forget the condom,” said Lo.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Lo saw a tiny piece of rubber land on the floor by her feet. It reminded her of a finger cot she once used in a science class.
She reached behind her again and felt a tiny, protruding, almost pimple-like bump.
“Is this you?” she asked.
“Yes,” came the shameful response.
“Try again,” said Lo, pulling the nub toward her.
His hips again slapped up against Lo’s ass. Lo shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t feel anything. Especially not after her first romp. But she wasn’t going to let on. She moaned and groaned, oohed and aaahed like she was being fucked by King Dong. Lo’s cum-cooing turned on Meri and Meri moved her right hand under Lo to feel the tips of Lo’s tits as they lilted forward and back, swaying heavily under her as Lo was bent at a right angle, perpendicular to the wall that supported her.
“My turn,” insisted Meri.
They guy pulled “out” of Lo, even though Lo didn’t think he had even penetrated her, and followed suit with Meri. Meri looked at Lo and Lo made a hand gesture with her thumb and index finger indicating that this guy was no more than an inch at most!
Beer Belly and Meri
Meri’s eyes rolled and then she put on the act. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me! Fuck me like the whore I am,” and so on. She was nearly laughing and getting Lo to giggle as she hammed it up.
“Are you a bad girl?” asked the panting voice from behind her.
“Yes, so bad.”
“How bad are you?”
“I’m a dirty slut.”
“Do you have kids?” he asked.
“Yes, three sons,” she said.
“I can tell. Your pussy is much looser than Lo’s.”
“Oh, but you fill it up so good,” she said – insulted by his comment, but still feeling superior since she knew that even if she was tight as a virgin, he still wouldn’t feel her due to his microscopic appendage, nor would she feel him.
“I bet you say that to your sons,” he said.
“Sometimes,” replied Meri, playing along, but also, truthfully with regard to her youngest.
“Yeah? Are you a dirty whore at home?”
“I’m a dirty whore everywhere I go.”
“Tell me about it,” he said.
Lo, at this point, was growing tired with being mere window dressing, or window undressing, however the case may be, even though there were no windows and Lo was already undressed.
She rolled onto her back and then slid underneath Meri’s drooping and swaying tits until Lo was straddled by Meri’s knees. Mr. Small was smacking away at Meri’s backside without penetrating or pleasuring any part of her pubic area. Now Lo’s little flower spread just below Meri’s larger petals, allowing for the choice of four portals to pleasure instead of just two, but none of which were within reach of the man’s petite probe.
Meri’s nipples fell to Lo’s open mouth and Lo licked, sucked, and bit gently on them. Meri flaunted her large, full breasts before Lo’s face, taunting her with her much larger and fuller tits, though, unlike Lo’s perky breasts, Meri’s drooped and sagged. Lo enjoyed Meri’s matronly mammary offering, but then slid up further in order to kiss Meri’s open mouth as Lo wrapped her legs around Meri’s hips and her arms over her shoulders and held on like a marsupial.
Meri looked down at Lo’s face and laughed.
“I can’t feel him,” she whispered and Lo laughed too.
“Oooh, yeah,” said Lo, mockingly.
“Ahh, fuck me,” said Meri in the same jocular tone.
The two of them giggled as the man furiously flapped his hips forward and back like a large walrus trying to slide headlong on the sand.
“Oh, you’re so much better and bigger than my husband,” said Meri over her shoulder.
“Yeah?” asked the guy. “Tell me about him.”
“He’s so small, I never feel him. I haven’t had an orgasm with him in ages! That’s why I whore around town like this,” she said, giggling in Lo’s ear.
Lo lapped it up and held onto her older, sexy, voluptuous MILF mentor with joy and delight, squirting and dribbling over her lower lips.
“Never brought you to an orgasm?”
“I didn’t say never,” Meri replied to his question. “But so long ago that I can’t remember it.”
“That’s horrible,” he said, “why not?”
“He’s an enormous man with a small cock and as a result of all his bodily girth and lack of girth where it really matters, he can’t even get close enough to me to enter my pussy. Every time we have sex, I end up jerking him off with just my index finger and thumb.”
Suddenly, the slapping of fat on ass stopped. Before either Lo or Meri knew what was happening, the man had pulled up his pants and left the Cum Cube.
Lo looked at Meri, puzzled.
“Why’d he go?” she asked.
“That was Scott,” cackled Meri, squealing with delight, “my husband!”
“Nooooooooooooo!” replied Lo, shocked.
“Yes!”
“How do you know?”
“I know how my husband fucks. I know the wheezing sound he makes when he’s overexerted himself. I know the feeling of that tub of lard that flops over his beltline and lands on my lower back before he makes his pathetic attempt to fuck my pussy. I know how small his dick is – it’s unusually small and almost uniquely so – and how he cannot, no matter how he tries, get it in the hole. He’s like a horny Chihuahua trying to mount a Great Dane! And I definitely know that brand of condoms – ‘My Size’ – that he has to import from England.” She pointed at the condom on the floor and laughed at its pathetic diameter.
“How do you think he. . . I mean, how did he? I was so careful about who I. . .” Lo didn’t have the words, she was so shocked.
Meri shrugged her shoulders and said, “He has probably been tracking my internet usage.”
“No!”
“Yeah,” she assured, “he’s been suspicious of my every move ever since our failed attempt to throw him off my scent. Your little seduction of my husband (and my three sons) seems to have backfired. I figured he was up to something. But now I know for sure. He must have gotten some spyware and downloaded it onto my computer and phone. He probably knows every pornographic website I click on, my every email and chat message, my every phone call.”
Lo looked dismayed.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“What is there to do?” replied Meri, shrugging her shoulders. “Go home and face the consequences.”
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door of the Cum Cube. It was not the secret code knock. Just an insistent three bangs on the door. Lo and Meri were startled.
“Just a minute!” Lo chimed, trying to find something to put on.
Lo was wearing just her coat. Meri, too, put hers on as Lo opened the door. It was the police.
“What’s going on?” asked Lo, surprised.
“Shut down.”
“What?!”
“You have to shut it down.”
“I have permission from the mayor.”
“This is on orders of the mayor.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Apparently, the press got word of this do-gooder operation of yours and a lot of people are upset about it.”
“Upset?”
“Protesting City Hall.”
“But why?”
The officer shrugged his shoulders and said, “All I know is I got to shut this operation down.”
Lola and Meri were escorted out of the Cum Cube by the men in blue, leaving behind all the paraphernalia that Lo had so meticulously arranged inside her little sex oasis: the Match, Cinder & Spark books, the magazines, the posters.
After the shutdown, the cube didn’t just go away, it was repurposed as a municipal “lactation station,” but in reality, people used it as a masturbation station. In fact, one handsome crew of six guys sent Lo one of her favorite tribute shots – all six gay or bi men in a circle jerk over her glossy image on the cover of a magazine!
Cum Cube cumtribute pic
Queen of the Primal Horde
The first customer? Or is it patron? Client? First cummer. That’s it. Anyhow, the first guy on Lo’s Naughty List showed up and gave the special secret knock at the door of the Cum Cube. Lo let him in. The door swung open and Lo was bent over in her diaphanous panties when he entered.
“Fuck me,” was all Lo said. She didn’t want small-talk. She didn’t want to get to know him. Something about anonymous cock was really turning her on that morning. Actually, the idea of anonymous cock had been revving her engines all week in anticipation of this. She loves, loves, loves watching ‘The Milking Table’ vids to get off, as you probably already know. The milking table, glory hole, dogging at night – the one thing they all have in common is anonymous cock.
The Milking Table Porn
Her eagerness for a fast, furious, filthy fuck was shared by the now naked man standing behind her bent over body. He wasted no time and actually ripped off the panties. They presented little resistance since they were mere gossamer-thin lace. Lo was taken aback by the violent opening gambit. She mourned the loss of her panties, but only for a split second. In a split second more, her legs were split as her paramour entered her without hesitation and, on the first thrust, filled her to the hilt! She braced herself by putting her arms straight out in front of her up against the wall and met his forward motion with an equal and opposite backward motion. His firm front slapped up against her round rear and she called out with joy and squealed with delight as he rapidly, repeatedly, and roughly rammed his way to her record-setting climax. She came, gushing all over his rigid rod. But, it was only the first of many for her.
Lola in her see through black panties
Within a few moments, as he continued to be a battering ram barraging her bum with rhythmic, repetitive, roiling thrusts, she went into a dissociative fugue state. This is unlike Lo, since she lives to fuck and fucks to live, she usually is very much in the present moment when penetrated by a long, thick prick. But in this instance, as she braced herself against the steel wall of the Cum Cube and her lock-in lover ravished her, she free associated the cube with a conjugal cell of a prison. She had never actually seen or been in one, but after her excursion to the prison to run an errand for me which turned into a peep-show for my incarcerated client, she had been dreaming of being the go-to girl for the boys (and girls) behind bars.
In her fugue state she was transported to a conjugal room on prison grounds. The man behind her was the biggest, baddest, meanest, inmate of the entire state penitentiary system. He was covered in tattoos on his bulging muscles. He worked out every day to the extreme due to sexual frustration and a surplus of testosterone. In her mind’s fantasy, if he behaved as the wardens wished, he was allowed one conjugal visit a month as a carrot, a bribe if you will, so he wouldn’t beat up or kill other inmates. They allowed him to have one of Lola’s calendars on the wall with a different photo of her for each month. This gave him the inspiration to change his behavior and moderate his extreme temper.
Whoah! Lola felt her actual conjugal guest go right in her rear without so much as giving a warning! After the initial shock, which sent her head spinning, she eased into it and began to enjoy the anal annihilation.
“Will it Hurt?”
Lo returned to her fantasy of the felon. In her imaginings, he had a back-story. He was an extreme survivalist who had lived in the woods. He had an underground lair and whenever he came across hikers or campers, he abducted the females. He kept them in his cave like a harem. He had a large wolf-dog that he let mount the women as they wished. This went on for years until the FBI finally caught up with him and arrested him. They put him on trial but none of the women would testify against him. He was like a cult leader to them. They adored him and voluntarily lived under his protection – some as young as ten or eleven. He was to them something between Charles Manson and Tarzan.
Captivating
In her wild imaginings, Lola was one of the abductees, but she rapidly climbed up the ranks to become his favorite concubine, Queen of the Primal Horde. After he was convicted and sent to prison, he railed against his confinement and pined for Lola. The guards quickly learned that the promise of her pussy was the only thing that would curb his violence.
All the other inmates were forced by the guards to assemble in the small outdoor cages, topped with razor wire, while Lo was escorted past them in her black leather heels, her nylons, her red pencil skirt, her white, cut-off sweater showing a lot of cleavage, and her large, dark sunglasses. She also wore an extremely large, floppy sunhat that drooped over her face to give an added sense of mystery about her for the inmates. They all knew what she was there for and they all lined up to see her when she was done too. They watched as her now ripped nylons dripped with gobs of warm cum and her hair, which had been beautifully and perfectly quaffed, was now messed as if pulled from behind. Rather than walking with a stride and sashay, as she had when she arrived, she now walked gingerly, as if she still felt the pain of that enormous cock up her ass.
Lola in her big red floppy hat. Art by Starlight Cassette
Speaking of which, now her real-life rear rammer was alternating between Lo’s primary and secondary pleasure promenades. (I’ll leave it to you, dear reader, to decide for yourself which is which.) Lola was squirting every time he came out of her V and went to her A. By now there was a large puddle in which she stood, her feet spread wide and partially submerged.
In Lo’s vivid visualization, the prison guards hatched a plan to provide them a fun distraction from the monotony. Seeing how all the inmates cat-called Lo, pressing themselves up against the chain link fence as she passed them by, they arranged to have a boxing match between Lo’s lover and any challenger who thought he could go the distance in the ring with him – no gloves, no protective gear, no rules. The prize – an hour in the conjugal cage with Lola.
The next month and each month afterwards, instead of just rewarding Lo’s beau with the privilege of Lo’s pussy, they made him defend his title and his conjugal prerogative. Thus, he would meet Lo in the fornication station black-and-blue, bloodied, sweat pouring down his face, chest, arm pits, as he burned with fever in his triumphant entrance.
This elaborate transposition of Lo’s current circumstances brought Lo to many more orgasms – so many that she felt she couldn’t stand it. She literally couldn’t stand anymore. And, pent-up with so many months of loneliness, her anonymous associate came too, engorging the condom he wore for their mutual protection. Oh, how Lo dearly wished he could have cum inside her – front or back – and made her a Christmas cream-pie. But on orders of the mayor and Board of Health, that was not to be.