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Sunstroke
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[Continued from Young Lust, Dirty Woman]
Lola at the nude beach
The dad was lying back, sleeping or simply suntanning. I was sweltering in the sun and so I got up and asked Lo, “How’s the water?”
“So refreshing!”
“Looks a little chilly,” I said as I looked down at her pointy nipples.
“It’s delightful.”
“Seems like you’re delighting in more than the water and weather.”
“Go on, Daddio, try it for yourself.”
Was she trying to get rid of me?
I walked to the water. It was like bath water. I didn’t hesitate to get in and cool down as much as I could. I felt myself burning in the sun, but didn’t want to curtail Lo’s little jaunt. I thought that maybe, if I stayed in the water, I would avoid a burn. I knew from experience that was not true, but it felt better to be in the water than shriveling up dry in the sun. I sat in the shallow water looking out at the Mediterranean. To my surprise, not much later, the mom walked into the water beside me. She passed me. I saw from the back that she was much more heavyset than I had thought when I saw her sitting on the blanket. She was rather round on the bottom.
Model, Jennifer Battistoni Kincade
She stopped about five feet in front of me and bent over to splash water on her face and shoulders. As she did so, I could see her FUPA (fat upper pubic area) fall forward like a curtain in front of her. Her ass was large and round. There was so much flesh that I couldn’t even see her pussy. I wondered to myself how her husband fucked her, but then I remembered his enormous member and realized he probably could fuck her from a foot away when fully hard.
The thought crossed my mind that she might be putting on a show for me. She was very attractive and this view was. . .
Uh oh! Now I was getting hard. The tip of my cock was pointing upward like a mushroom growing out of the water. I dared not stand up because then I’d be even more conspicuous, but what will happen when she turns around?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out because no sooner had the panicked thought presented itself, than she did turn around and look right at me. I saw her eyes glance down at my attention-grabbing appendage and she smiled!
Thankfully she didn’t say anything. She just splashed water on her heaving breasts and lifted them up, probably to cool down the underside where they pressed up against her belly. I found it all captivating (and arousing).
While I was contemplating the plump Aphrodite before me, I noticed she was pointing behind me. I couldn’t see by simply turning my neck and so I had to stand up. I figured she had seen an erect penis before and that perhaps she’d take it as a compliment, so I got up to look behind me since she seemed insistent that I see. She was smiling, as if delighted by the vision.
When I turned around, I saw Lo and the boy wrestling or wriggling on the sand. Then I realized they were having a tickle fight. The mom said, “Bella, bella!” That I understood. She thought it was beautiful how they were getting along. She was indicating to me her approval. She doesn’t know Lo.
I walked back up to the blanket and saw that the two of them had separated. Lo was sitting in the sand, her legs spread, heaving heavily. I saw that between her legs, the sand was darker – wet. Oh boy. Did she?
“Squirt or pee?” I asked her, judgmentally.
“Both?” she said, guiltily.
“Lo.”
The father said something to me and I turned my head and saw the mom still cooling down in the water. The baby was in a small carrying seat with a makeshift tent over it.
The father repeated his question to me. I turned to him. He was holding his massive cock and pointing at Lo. “Scoparla?” he said, or something like that.
I was ignorant.
“Fuck,” he finally said in English. “Fuck her.” This he knew. But I was still uncomprehending of whether he wanted me to fuck her or if he wanted to fuck her himself. So I did the only polite thing and said, “Si, si.”
I soon had my answer, for he got down in the sand on his knees and stroked his cock as he looked at Lo’s shimmering body and glistening pussy lips. Soon he was inside her. He fucked her violently.
Lo, for her part, wrapped her legs around his wide torso and began to moan and groan and say, “Yes, fuck me.” I think it then dawned on her that he couldn’t understand anything she said other than fuck, so she repeated the term many times.
I looked at the boy who stood to the side of the four armed, four legged beast and watched with wide eyes and an erect penis. He held his diminutive dick in his hand just as his father had done.
Lo then started saying, “Fuck me you ugly, fat, disgusting old perv! Fuck me with that massive cock of yours! You are so abhorrently hideous! A sea monster, really!”
Occasionally, other beach goers would walk by without stopping. The mother was in the water, no doubt aware of what was happening, but unconcerned.
“Yes, you gross fucking single tentacled kraken! That’s my spot. Fuck!” Lo is quite poetic when her pussy is activated.
Then she was unable to speak as her body began convulsing. She looked up, directly into the eyes of the boy by her side, and her eyes communicated everything: delight, ecstasy, pleasure, pain, longing, satisfaction, disgust at herself and the man on top of her, triumph.
The dad kept on plunging into Lo’s gushing cunt, oblivious of her climax and desirous of his. He pulled his torso up off of Lo’s and held her by her ankles, her legs up in the air, as he fucked her like a piece of meat hanging in the outdoor market. He then let go of her ankles and greedily grabbed and squeezed her breasts. He began to slap them and she responded with more sounds of pleasure. He slapped her tits silly. She began to cum again, but before she could, he spurted his spunk deep inside her. She could feel it and that was all she needed to push her over the edge. Her legs began to tremble and her tits rose and descended with her fast, deep breaths.
All this time her eyes remained fixed on the boy and it was as if the two of them were telepathically communicating mysterious words of love and compassion in a common, yet private language.
The father pulled his incredibly long lance out of Lo’s clam and soon after liquid pearl began to drizzle from her widely dilated lips onto the sand.
The dad and the son stood side-by-side looking down at the kill. There was a touching moment when the son’s little hand reached to his father’s large one and held it as they gawked at Lo lying on the ground, immobile.
Then, from between Lo’s legs a sudden dribble of pee percolated and puddled by her ass. The father and son duo smiled at the sight and, as if it gave them both the idea and permission, they too released their bladders and showered Lo with their golden streams. More than once the father’s and son’s lines crossed and crisscrossed again over Lo’s body as they drenched her in a double dosage of warm urine.
When they were done, Lo was recovered and she got up and walked right past me into the sea. I saw her exchange smiles and some words with the mother who was still bathing there. I glanced at the father-son team and smiled a ridiculously twisted grin, feeling awkward and stupid. They both laughed and went back to sitting on the towel together. I noticed that the father’s meat hung down now, nearly to his knees. It no longer had the arch to it that it did when we first arrived. It was completely flaccid. The son’s was still rigid though.
When Lo returned from her purifying bath, she said, “OK, Daddy, I think it’s time to go. I’m beginning to burn.”
“No doubt from the jealousy of Aphrodite Ourania and Aphrodite Pandemos.”
“What?” she asked.
“You make the goddesses of desire hot with jealousy.”
“You flatter,” she said, smiling.
I put my clothes back on. Lola put on her bikini top and bottom, but carried her shorts and t-shirt. Lo waved and smiled at the family and patted the little boy on the head before giving him a matronly kiss on the cheek.
Protected: Young Lust, Dirty Woman
Smalltown Strumpet – Part IV – Gatekeeper
[Continued from Smalltown Strumpet Part III – Flaming Lips]
In my haste to leave the library the previous day, I had not realized that I accidentally left with my pile of research material a lone copy of Match, Cinder & Spark there among the various historical texts.
And I didn’t realize it until. . . well, let me pick up where I left off.
It was Sunday and it was hot! Hot and humid. There was no air conditioning in this country house and we woke up in sopping sheets. Now, granted, some of that moisture may have been from the ice-play the night before. Some of it may have been from whatever antics Lo got up to while I was sleeping – slapping her pussy, masturbating to who-knows-what, and squirting. I have no recollection of anything since it was a king-size bed and I slept like the dead.
All I know is I woke to a sticky, tropical atmosphere and I did not like it.
Lo was asleep, naked, next to me – her fine, round ass in a revelatory and prominent position.
Hot Lola on a hot night
I made some coffee and wondered what the hell we would do in this oppressive heat.
Lo eventually got up and sauntered through the house naked.
“Daddy,” she complained, “I can’t take anything else off to get cool.”
“You could fill up on ice again,” I joked.
“How can you possibly drink that hot coffee in this?”
“I need something to get me up.”
“Doesn’t this do it for you?” she asked, posing seductively.
Would this get you up in the morning?
“That only gets up one appendage and one appetite.”
“Well, it should stimulate your entire being.”
Suddenly we heard a knock.
“What was that?” I asked.
Lo shrugged her shoulders.
Another knock.
“The door?” I asked out loud, walking over to the rarely used front door. Lo followed, naked, filled with curiosity.
I opened the door a crack. A man in his late twenties or early thirties stood on the front steps.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
I saw his eyes dart over my shoulder and attempt to catch a glimpse of my nymph standing in the living room’s shadows and morning light.
“Hi,” he said genially, “I’m Tom. I live across the way, over yonder.” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.
“Yeah?” I asked, a bit defensive.
“Well, it’s a hot day and we have a pool in the backyard. I was just wondering if you wanted to use it.”
“That’s awfully nice of you, Tom,” I began to say, when Lo ran up behind me and, edging her way next to me, exposing her entire self to Tom and the front yard and the street beyond, she interrupted and said, “That sounds great! We’ll be over in about an hour.”
“Sure thing ma’am. Just walk around the side and let yourself in.”
I closed the door and turned to Lo, who had a very contrite look on her face.
“Lola, do you really think that we are going over there?”
“Yes. Why not, Daddy?”
“You’re going to put on your little dental floss bikini and tan and swim with a bunch of redneck hillbillies?”
She nodded her head up-and-down rapidly.
“It’s hot,” she said, “and I want to get wet.”
After breakfast we walked across the country road – Lo wearing almost nothing at all – and went around the side of the house. There was a gate around the backyard.
“Why do you think they need a gate in these rural parts?” asked Lo.
“It’s the law,” I said. “If you have a pool, you have to gate it in to make sure no little kids accidentally get in, fall in the pool, and drown.”
“Ah, I get it.”
We walked into the enclosed backyard. By the looks of the front of the house, I didn’t expect much, but I was pleasantly surprised by the inground pool and the upkeep of the grounds.
There were five guys, I’d say all in their twenties, standing around, practically drooling when they saw Lo in her bikini. Did I mention that she literally stopped traffic as we crossed the street?
“Hiya!” called Lo, waiving.
“Hi,” they almost grunted back.
“Got a nice cold beverage for a thirsty girl?” she asked. “Make sure it has a straw for me to suck.”
One of the men ran inside and got her something in a tall glass.
“Why you boys so over-dressed?” she asked. They were in shorts and t-shirts.
“What?”
“Get naked,” she said plainly.
They did as she said. They got right down to nothing, revealing the pale white areas that were exact replicas on their skin of the shorts and t-shirts they had just removed.
Their junk hung out and Lo liked what she saw.
She lay down in a lounge chair and spread her legs, hanging them over the sides.
“Isn’t anyone going to offer to apply sunscreen?” she asked, holding out the bottle.
The five guys sprang to it, each taking some lotion and applying it to a limb, leaving one to apply it to Lo’s neck and shoulders. His cock was very close to Lo’s face.
During this whole circus routine with the trained bears, I just stood in the shade of a large oak by the side of the pool. No one even questioned me with a “How you doing?” or “Can I get you anything?”
When Lo was good and greased up, she lay back as the nude men stood around her.
“Well, you just going to stand there, or are you going to get to wanking?”
“What?” asked one of them, not comprehending.
“Jerk off! Put your puds in your palms and start stroking.”
Lo lay back while they formed a circle-jerk for her. That’s just what she enjoys – being the center of attention, the object of affection, the target of ejaculation.
She pressed her tits together in the tiny bikini top.
She allowed first one then the other nipple to peek out of its tight cup.
She pulled up the thin thong between her legs, allowing her meaty pussy to protrude on either side of the taught string. Her flappy folds fell from between her legs, yet her wet hole was obscured by the itty-bitty material nestled up in her nook.
She rolled over and pulled the back of her bikini bottom up high, revealing just about all of her balloon knot, but the spot itself.
Then the gentle tributes began to rain down on her like warm droplets and streams of liquified love.
First one, then two, then all five of the guys were releasing their pent-up power onto her soft and supple skin. She was eager to see it happen in its full glory of the morning sun and she swooped over on her back and caught the remaining orgasmic rush with her tum and tits.
When they were done, she gracefully sat up, licked her lips, walked across the lawn to the pool, and slowly descended into the cool blue water. The pearly patina of the libation bearers floated on the surface of the water, gradually spreading further and further out across the large pool.
“Aren’t you guys going to come in?”
They all dove in right quick. They swam around and close to Lola like she was a rarely seen sea animal who, against impossible odds, was in captivity and available for inspection.
“Aren’t you going to come in, HH?” called Lo from the side of the pool. “It’s warm and wet,” she said quite unambiguously.
“I’ll wait till it’s not quite so crowded,” I responded wryly.
“Suit yourself.”
“More than I can say your suiters have on!”
“Huh? Oh. Funny,” she said, sticking out her tongue and swimming away.
After some frolics in the water, they all got out and someone refreshed Lo’s drink. They sat around naked as the day they were born – except Lo. Ain’t that a twist?
Somebody asked, “Lo, why don’t you take your clothes off?”
“Clothes? Am I wearing clothes?” she asked with her Scarlett voice. Her affectation left zero impression on her audience.
“You sure are.”
“Well, boys, the way I see it, men just want to see only about four to six inches of a woman’s body,” she said, sliding her finger over the skimpy string between her legs, “but a woman is much more than these six inches.”
“You got that right,” said one of the guys. When we all looked towards him to see what he meant by that, he grew silent, apparently lacking comprehension of his own comment.
One of the guys suggested a two-hand-touch football game.
“Sure,” said Lo, “I’ll be goalie. I’m good at goaltending.”
“First of all,” I said, setting her straight, “football doesn’t have a goalkeeper. And second of all, you’ve let a lot of balls in your goal, from what I can tell.”
“No balls! Some logs or sluggers, or whatever you call them.”
“Call what – baseball bats?”
“Yeah!”
“Again, wrong sport.”
“I think you just don’t know what game I’m playing.”
“Touché!” I called.
The guys picked up a football and gave it to Lola. They explained the game and said that she could be on whichever side she wanted.
Lo certainly enjoyed touching those guys with her two hands. It took some more explaining that, though the game is called “two-hand-touch,” that doesn’t mean that Lo’s team gets points every time she touches a man on the other team with both hands. She looked very dismayed at her misunderstanding.
We played a little more and at one point Lo was the quarter back. The other team blitzed and the guy who was guarding Lola reached up and grabbed her tits with his two hands as soon as she said “Hike.”
“Hey!” she called.
“What? You’re down.”
“I know I’m Down, but who said to stop? Try Lo Down,” she said, moving one of his hands to her crotch.
Later Lo was covering one of their receivers and, as the ball was thrown to him, she grabbed him by his dong.
“That’s pass interference!” he cried out after he missed the ball.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s a penalty.”
“Punish me!” she said, turning tail and sticking out her bum for a spanking.
Eventually we got hot again and we all ended up in the pool this time.
“Wasn’t I a great gatekeeper?” she asked me.
“Gatekeeper? I told you Lo, there’s no goalkeeping or goaltending in football.”
“I wasn’t talking about football, I mean not one of these guys has fucked me yet. I’ve been gatekeeping.”
“You want praise for that? It’s COVID times. You know that.”
“Yes, Daddy, praise me.”
“Good girl,” I said with sarcasm, and she rubbed her wet, dark hair up against me like a loving kitten.
But soon our fun and games came to a halt because we heard what sounded like a mob outside.
We got out of the pool and dressed and saw a number of women with signs. It looked like they were picketing the house across the street – the house where Lo and I had been staying.
Turns out that the previous day, when I was at the library and got called away in a hurry by Lo, and I accidentally left my copy of Match, Cinder & Spark behind with the other library books, someone found it. I’m not sure exactly how it went down, but my guess is this person who found it read a little of it, but then he or she put it on the small table in the entryway of the library, and displayed it with the other “new acquisitions” books. So, there it sat, prominently. Who knows how many people saw it, picked it up, read it? But eventually it caught the attention of some busy-body do-gooder who promptly called a meeting of like-minded people and, after church on this particular Sunday morning, they organized a protest against Lola Down. Word had spread through the town as to where we were staying and so women showed up in droves to protest the smalltown strumpet!
Anti-Lola
Apparently, they were against pornography, but not just that, they were against the use of “perfect women” in pornography. One housewife displayed her sign calling for banning our books in the libraries, but she was protesting in the buff. I guess she was trying to make a confused point about “real bodies.”
Pro-Lo
To my surprise, however, there was a counter-protest of women in support of Lola. They were certainly in the minority, but they praised Lola as the champion of fifth-wave feminism.
It was a Lo Down showdown and we were caught in the middle. The only fortunate thing was that no one who had come out to protest knew that we were across the street from the house where they were congregated.
The police showed up, the local news showed up, even the county judge showed up! In a small town like this, any commotion creates a snowball effect. The crowd was growing through curiosity and also people eager to see tits.
Lola on the News
“What are we going to do?” asked Lo, looking out the front window. “Oh shit!” she said.
“What?” asked one of the guys.
“That huge guy, the bouncer from the strip club, he’s walking right up to your front door!”
There were a loud three knocks at the door and one of the guys inside opened it up cautiously.
“You made it!” he called out, “and not a moment too soon!”
The bouncer walked in and said, “What the hell is happening across the street?”
We filled him in. He had been invited to join the Lola Show by the owner of the house, but he ended up saving Lo’s sexy ass by leading her out the back door, putting her on an ATV and disappearing into a wooded trail, leaving me with the five guys and the angry mob. I was quite worried. All I saw was her cute little rear, triangulated by the three lines of her thong bikini bottom as she held on tightly to the bouncer, and the two of them bounced their way into the thicket.
“Got a second ATV?” I asked, pathetically.
Lola was whisked off over the hills and through the woods to. . . the strip club. It was Sunday morning and, per the town’s regulations, there is no stripping allowed on the Lord’s day.
He brought her into the vacant establishment of disrepute and offered her a drink.
“Sure,” she said.
“Sorry I had to throw you out of the joint the other day. I was just doing my job.”
“I understand.”
Lola felt like little Hermione Granger in the hut of Hagrid.
Hagrid placed a potent potion in front of Hermione and she took a few sips, looked up at his hulking figure, and smiled just a little.
“Heap a trouble you got yourself into.”
“The power of my pussy is truly amazing to me.”
“Girls dancing here all day, all night, and you come to town for a few days and suddenly you’d think the gates of hell had swung open.”
“I prefer to think of them as the pearly gates to heaven,” said Lo. “Would you like to see?” She asked, looking over at the empty stage.
“My own personal show?”
“Yeah. Can you put on some music?”
“What would you like to hear?”
“Got any Rihanna?”
“Anything you want.”
“How about ‘Love on the Brain’?”
Hagrid put it on. As the lyrics echoed in the empty hall, “What you want from me? What you want from me?” Lo swerved and shimmied on the stage, slipping this way and that like an Asklepion serpent.
“You’re good enough to work here,” said Hagrid.
“Thanks,” said Lo. “There was a time when I really wanted to do it, either professionally or just for fun.”
“What happened?”
“I went to an amateur night and the management treated me and the other girls so disrespectfully that I swore I’d never go back.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. We’d treat you right.”
“Oh yeah? How would you treat me?” asked Lo as she sat on the edge of the stage, her legs spread.
Hagrid was unfazed. He works in a strip club.
It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good
And I can’t get enough
Must be love on the brain.
The music continued and Lo slapped her pussy to the beat. Hagrid looked on as he poured some beer for both of them.
“We treat the girls right. I can assure you of that.”
Lo turned over onto all fours and began stroking her ass. Over her shoulder she asked, “I’d like to believe that.”
“Believe it,” said Hagrid as he placed one beer on the table in front of him and one on the stage for Lo. “My younger sister strips here.”
“What?! No way?”
“It’s true,” he said, taking a sip, which left a foam line on his mustache.
“She doesn’t have a problem with you working here?” asked Lo as she sat next to Hagrid and had some beer.
“Why should she?” he asked, naively.
“Well, I mean, she’s your sister.”
“Whatever,” he said. “I see her naked and more at home.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“She brings guys home from the bar. . . and women too.”
“Really?”
“She likes to strut around naked, teasing them, when I’m home.”
“You both live with your parents?”
“No, we have an apartment together.”
“You. . . and your sister. . . live together?”
“Yeah. Cheaper that way.”
“And she fucks guys in the apartment?”
“All the time. And women.”
“In her room?”
“In her room, with the door open. In the living room. In the kitchen. It doesn’t really matter to her.”
“I’ve got to meet this woman!”
“You already have.”
“What?!”
“Yeah. The skanky stripper who was trying to eat you out when I threw you and your man outta here.”
“She’s your sister?!”
“Yep.”
Hagrid looked at his phone.
“Well, you’re in luck,” he said, looking up at Lo.
“How’s that?”
“She just texted me and said the guys dropped your man off at our apartment.”
“What?! We gotta get over there!” said Lo, frantic that while she spent time dirty dancing for Hagrid, Hagrid’s little sister might be trying to bed her ole man. Double standard? You better believe it.
Hagrid and Lo arrived just as I was explaining to the little sister why I had to be smuggled to their apartment like a fugitive from justice.
Lo strutted in after Hagrid’s big bouncer body filled the frame of the door.
“You!” said the little sister.
“You!” said Lo right back at her. It was like, how do they say it, when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? But in this case, it was an insatiable slut meets a nymphomaniacal tramp. Who is who? Does it matter?
Hagrid’s sister, let’s call her Luna Lovegood for convenience, was wearing just her pink heart panties and a ratty old t-shirt, no bra.
Luna Lovegood/Evanna Lynch
The guy from the across the street, Tom, was with me. He had hid me in the back seat of his old Buick and got me to Hagrid and Luna’s place without drawing the attention of the mob.
“Jesus, Luna, put some clothes on for fuck’s sake,” demanded Hagrid.
“Why?” she asked, leaning over me and letting me see down her t-shirt. “They’ve all seen me naked anyway.”
Evanna Lynch
“Whatever,” said Hagrid.
Evanna Lynch
The apartment was more just a three room shack than an apartment. It had two bedrooms off of the main kitchen/living room. The walls were paper thin and looked like they’d fall down if someone sneezed too loudly. The living room had a drab, dirty, worn green carpet with an old, ratty couch. The kitchen had dirty grey linoleum tiles from the middle of the last century and a tiny table with three chairs around it. There was a large, flatscreen TV that hung unevenly on the wall of the living room and looked out of place among all the decrepit furniture and peeling paint.
On the wall was one calendar – out of date already – issued by the strip club and with a photo of Luna nude, spreading her legs with the stripper pole blocking sight of her slit, her tits visible on either side of the pole.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Luna asked me, point blank.
“No, he doesn’t want to fuck you,” inserted Lo.
“Can’t he speak for himself?” asked Luna. “He’s a grown man.”
“If he’s going to fuck anyone around here, it will be me,” she said defiantly.
I sort of liked the attention and having the two women fight over me.
“Why is the town all up in arms about Lola when Luna lives here?”
“What does it mean to be ‘all up in arms’?” asked Lo in her little girl voice that she knows turns me on.
“Play your cards right and I’ll show you tonight,” I said.
“You’re such a pervert – that’s what I love about you,” she said, sitting on my lap and kissing me.
“They don’t give a shit about her,” said Hagrid, nodding at Luna, “because she grew up here. They know her. They know all about her. To them, she’s just more white trash in a town full of white trash.”
“Fuck you!” said Luna, grabbing her handle of vodka and taking a swig. Mind you, it was early afternoon on a Sunday.
“But you,” said Hagrid, undeterred by Luna and talking to Lola, “Your white ass has class. You’re from the city. You’re not from around here.”
“I’d like to have some of her white meat,” said Tom. “Her chicken tenders look delicious.”
“It might be white,” said Hagrid as he put on a pot of coffee, “but it ain’t tight.”
“Hey,” said Lola, “don’t judge a pussy by its possessor.”
“Well, is it tight?” asked Tom.
I played dumb. Lo spread her legs. Anyone could see her pussy flaps falling on either side of the thong.
She pulled at them with both hands. “It’s accommodating.”
“That’s one word for it,” said Tom.
“Look,” said Luna, “if you want some real pussy. . .”
“Real skank pussy,” interrupted Hagrid.
“You can have it,” continued Luna. “Right here,” she said, rubbing her pussy over her shorts.
“OK,” said Tom, dumbly.
“Do you have to fuck every damn friend I bring here?!” bellowed Hagrid at Luna.
Luna put out her hand. “A hundred.”
“What?!”
“It will cost you. One Benjamin.”
“Seriously?”
“I don’t give it away for free, you know.”
“Yes she does,” said Hagrid, getting a couple of coffee mugs from the cabinet.
“Fuck you!” yelled Luna at her brother, “This is our rent, asshole.”
“I don’t have a hundred.”
“What do you have?”
He pulled out his wallet. He opened it. He looked in. “A twenty.”
Luna reached into his wallet and pulled out the twenty before he even knew what happened. “It’s a deal.”
Luna stuffed the twenty in her jeans shorts and took the guy by the hand into her bedroom.
Lo, Hagrid, and I were left in the kitchen. The coffee maker sputtered indicating it was brewed.
“Coffee?” offered Hagrid.
“Sure,” I said.
“Got anything to eat?” asked Lo.
Hagrid looked in the fridge, in the cupboard, and finally said, “I got these crackers and some cheese.”
“Perfect,” said Lo.
As Hagrid was preparing the cheddar and a plate of crackers, we could all hear Luna saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” in the other room, coinciding with what sounded like the slam of a bureau against a wall in rhythm with her affirmations. The wall to her bedroom was literally shaking with each thump.
“Is it like this a lot?” I asked.
“Pretty much every night she dances.”
“I guess she’s gotta pull her weight for rent.”
Hagrid laughed a little. “You saw how little she weighs. She barely pulls that weight. All her money goes to that,” he said, indicating the handle of vodka. “And drugs.”
“That’s too bad.”
Hagrid just shrugged his wide shoulders as if I had said that it’s too bad it gets dark so early. It’s out of his control.
“But the village vice squad leaves her alone?” I inquired.
“Like I said, she’s a known bad apple. Lo here, she’s. . .”
“I’m more of a juicy peach,” Lo said.
“Or nectarine,” I said, indicating her smoothly shaven puss.
“The sweetest nectarine you ever tasted.”
“Fuck! Fuck! Jeeezuuus, fuck!” we heard Luna from the other room screaming.
“When do you think it will be safe to get back to. . .” I started to ask just as the walls began shaking like it was an earthquake. The door to Luna’s bedroom opened and she stood in the doorway, bent over, getting it from behind.
“Will one of you get me a glass of water?” she asked. Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat. “I just squirted and I’m so thirsty.” It was hot in that shack. No AC.
“She’s thirsty alright,” muttered Hagrid.
Lo got up and got a grungy glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. She brought it to Luna who stood naked with Tom’s hands covering her tits as he rammed it home from behind.
Luna downed it in one gulp. “More,” she said. Was she talking to Lo or Tom?
Lo filled up the glass again.
“This guy’s getting every cent of his twenty bucks worth,” she said before drinking the second glass.
She handed the glass back to Lo and propped herself up by bracing her hands in the doorway.
“He’s goo-oooo-ooo-ood,” she said to Lo. Her “good” was drawn out and had bumps in its tone as she was rammed hard from behind.
“I’m good,” said Lo, laughing a bit.
“Shut the damn door,” cried Hagrid, exasperated.
Luna just gave him her middle finger.
“Fuck my ass,” she said over her shoulder. It seemed she said it just to piss off her brother.
“The condom fell off as I pulled out,” Tom said to her. “It’s still in you.”
“Forget the condom. Fuck my ass.”
“I don’t have another one.”
“FUCK. MY. ASS.”
The three of us slowly sipped our coffee as Luna got it up the ass in the doorway.
“What were you saying?” asked Hagrid.
“Oh, I was wondering when you think it will be safe for us to get out of here.”
“We could do a drive-by now and check it out.”
“ATV or. . . ?”
“We’ll take my pickup truck.”
“Wait!” said Luna. “I want to go with you.”
The guy behind her was still fucking her ass.
“There’s no room,” said Hagrid.
“It’s big enough for everyone to fit in,” she said without irony.
“Why would I take you?” asked Hagrid.
“Because, I want to go.”
“You’re busy, right now, earning rent.”
Luna looked over her shoulder, shut her eyes, and appeared to be focusing on performing some sort of Jedi mind trick.
Suddenly the guy behind her was cumming and cooing and cumming and calling out for the Jesus.
“Works every time,” said Luna.
“What does?” asked Lo.
“I have incredible control over my sphincter.”
Luna pulled forward, turned, got on her knees, and took Tom’s cock in her mouth. I couldn’t help but think, “Wow! What a Lola move!”
When Luna was done cleaning him off, Luna put on some raggedy clothes and the four of us piled into the tiny back seat of the pickup truck.
Why were all of us in the back seat? Hagrid was driving and in the passenger seat was his giant Great Dane, sitting regally with the window open, surveying the landscape as we drove.
Lo sat on my lap and Luna on the other guy’s lap. Lo’s and Luna’s legs were touching.
“I really liked what I saw of you in the club,” said Luna, rubbing her hand up Lo’s thigh.
“Cut it out, whore!” called Hagrid from the front.
“Fuck you!” said Luna.
Luna spread her legs. Lo could see the tight shorts stained with wetness from the cum leaking out of her ass. Luna unbuttoned the shorts and unzipped them. She reached down and appeared to be finger-fucking herself. But then she pulled out her hand.
“There it is!” she cried, displaying the recovered condom. She tossed it out the window with a laugh.
We got to the house and the angry mob had moved on.
“Thanks so much,” I said to Hagrid.
“No problem. Get outta town while you can,” he cautioned.
“Will do!”
“Thanks! Thanks for everything,” said Lo to everyone in the truck.
“Bye!” called Luna, to Lola, as she flashed her tits. “Stay slutty!”
“You know I will!”
Lo and I waisted no time packing up, writing a little note to my friend John, and getting the hell out of Dodge.
The End
Lola Down – Cover Girl
Protected: Sister Sadist
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Rear Windows
“Where are you going?” I asked.
She was dressed up in a blue dress and strappy wedges, looking like she was someone’s blue belle.
Blue Belle Lo
“I’m going to meet Meri.”
“Where this time?”
“Oh, her house,” she let fall from her lips as if that were no big deal.
“Her house?!” I asked, concerned. “In COVID Times?”
“Don’t worry, silly. We’ll be at a safe social distance from one another.”
“How’s that?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“When I’m older you’ll have to tell it to the funeral director.”
“Love you!” she said as she blew me a kiss and walked on out the door, hopped in her car and drove away with a little beep-beep.
I hadn’t expected to spend that Sunday alone. It was beautiful out. The sky was as blue as Lo’s dress and the sun as bright as her disposition. The air was warm, but not oppressive, as it had been most of July.
Without plans or partner, I ventured to the local park with my folding chair, thermos full of G&T and ice, and the novel I had been reading, My Mother by George Bataille.
Simultaneously, as I was sitting in the park, reading, watching the youthful frolics of the people around me, reminiscing of my Lola in the park with Meri a couple of weeks prior, and comparing the scantily clad flirts around me with my slut, Lola (there is no comparison, really), Lo was off in the burbs engaged in the following activities.
She arrived at Meri’s picture perfect suburban home around eleven. It was in one of the wealthy bedroom communities around our city, about a half-hour away from us. She pulled up along the curb in the cul-de-sac and texted Meri, “I’m here.”
From the car, she observed the blue hydrangeas, the yellow black-eyed Susans, and the rose bushes. She wondered, Did Meri tend those? Hired help, probably.
Due to COVID, there was no going in the house, except for use of the bathroom. Lo put on her mask when she saw Meri come outside. Lo got out of the car and had that awkward moment when, during normal times, there would have been a hug and maybe a little kiss hello, but not now. Not during COVID. They just smiled, delighted to see each other.
Meri said, “I love your dress. And those shoes!”
“Aw, shucks,” said Lo with faux modesty.
“And what do you have on under that dress?” asked an eager Meri.
“We’re tanning in your backyard, right?”
“Yep.”
“I’ve got on a bikini.”
“Perfect,” said Meri, smiling a devilish grin that looked even more authentic given her red hair. “I’d give you a tour of the house, but. . .” She didn’t have to say anymore.
She led Lo around the side of the house, through a little gate, to the backyard.
“Is anyone home?” asked Lo.
“Everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“Yep. Scott and all three boys.”
“Oh,” said Lo, “I thought it was going to be just us.”
Meri didn’t answer. She simply extended her hand to the lounge chairs in the backyard, separated by many feet from each other, and behind them, the blue inground pool. “How’s this?” she asked.
“It’s lovely!”
“Come on in and get comfortable. Can I make you a drink?”
“What do you have?”
“Anything you want.”
Lo looked at Meri and said, “Something wet that will make my head spin.”
“Coming up!”
Lo removed her shoes and walked around barefoot in the backyard. She looked at all the flowers in bloom, the lush green grass, the tall trees in the distance, and then back at the house. Soon she saw Meri emerge from the sliding doors in the center of the house that led into the kitchen. She was carrying two tall drinks. When she had gone in the house, Meri was wearing jeans and a blouse. But now she was wearing only a tiny thong bikini bottom and a just as skimpy, matching solid yellow bikini top.
Bikini Babe Lo
“Here you go, Lo,” she said, passing her a glass filled with pink bubbly liquid and a red striped straw in it.
“Thanks,” said Lo, sipping and staring at Meri.
“Don’t you want to change?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Lo pulled her dress up over her head, revealing a more modest bikini than Meri was wearing and than Lo had worn the previous time they met in the park.
“If you feel like going for a swim, help yourself. You can even skinny dip if you want. None of the neighbors can see. Not that that matters to you,” she added, referring to Lo’s exhibitionism in the public park.
“What about. . . ?” Lo nodded in the direction of the house, indicating Meri’s family.
“Oh, them?” She shrugged her shoulders. “They’ve seen you naked already.”
“What?!”
“I told you. Remember?”
“You said that you found me through your husband looking at the blog and that your son also discovered it, but you didn’t say everyone had.”
“Well, I don’t know that for sure,” said Meri, “but it wouldn’t surprise me. It’s a house full of testosterone. It is unbearable for me sometimes. It’s nice to have another woman here for once. You’re my first guest since COVID.”
They were lying down now and Lo couldn’t help suspecting that she was being watched by four pairs of eyes in the house.
“Is your husband going to come out and say hello?”
“Probably not,” said Meri. “He’s shy. He knows that you know and he’s embarrassed.”
“Do you think he’s watching?”
“I hope so.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. He’s been doting on me ever since he found out that I’ve been corresponding with you. It makes him so horny. Sometimes we put your photos on the computer so we can both see it and he goes at me from behind. I’ve told him about how I’d love to have a strap-on to fuck you the way he fucks me. That makes him give it to me even harder. We’ve also been listening to your audiobooks. Sometimes we pick a destination an hour or so away, just to get in the car and listen. Then we pull over in the woods somewhere and I give him a blowjob while he listens to Jupiter Grant narrating those sexy stories about you. Maybe one day she’ll be narrating about me!”
Lo was blushing. She was not used to her life on the down low being out in the open, commented on, and even being pandered to in order to make it into the narrative.
Their lounge chairs were facing the pool, that is, away from the house, but, as they continued to talk, swapping stories and fantasies, the sun had repositioned almost behind them. Lo stood up and said she was hot. She was going to take a dip, if that was ok.
“Sure, it’s fine. I’ll refresh the glasses,” said Meri, walking in the house. Lo watched her strut inside and she liked looking at Meri’s sweet ass move in that thong. She thought about how Meri was almost twice her age, had three sons, and still had an incredibly seductive saunter. MILF Meri, she thought.
The thought of the three sons was gnawing at her conscience, however. The oldest had to be almost Lo’s age. The youngest. . . how old was he? He must be at least eighteen, right? I mean, Meri didn’t seem to have a problem with his reading the blog.
Lo walked out onto the diving board and dove into the pool. The chilly water was refreshing and helped her clear her mind of all the dirty thoughts that were swirling in it.
When Lo saw Meri returning with the drinks, she got out of the pool and the two of them turned their chairs to be facing the sun. Facing the house as well.
“I think I’ll take a dip too,” said Meri.
Lo was sorry that her chair was now facing the opposite direction from the pool because she couldn’t watch Meri without being obvious about it. She didn’t want to gawk.
She sat and sipped her drink and looked at the vacant windows of the house in front of her, wondering behind which of them were her secret admirers.
When Meri returned to the chair, Lo was taken aback because, when Lo wasn’t looking, Meri had stripped out of the little that she was wearing.
Meri picked up a towel to dry off and then put it down on the chair under her and laid down on top of it, naked. Lo liked what she saw. It was clear that Meri usually tans nude.
Lo was about to say something when, from within the house bellowed a loud “Maaaahhh!”
Meri looked at the house. Again, louder, “MAAAAAHHH!”
“Hang on a sec,” said Meri, walking quickly into the house. Lo watched keenly as Meri’s naked ass jiggled in front of her.
Soon Meri came outside again, still naked, her large and slightly sagging breasts flopping without any constraints on them as she walked.
“Everything ok?” asked Lo.
“Yeah,” said Meri. “It was just my son.”
“What did he want?”
“To be a pain in the ass.”
“Really?”
“He craves attention. He was upset because I had put a parental control on the computer and on his phone. He demanded that I unlock it.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
She was about to add something else when again was heard, “MAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” even louder than before. The sound, which reminded Lo of a foghorn, bellowed from inside the house.
Meri raised her index finger to say just a minute as she danced her way inside again.
This time she took a while. Lo was left wondering at her absence.
When Meri finally returned, she didn’t look happy.
“What’s up?”
“He’s so spoiled. It’s my fault. I spoiled him.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“Never mind,” said Meri, taking a long sip of her drink. “You don’t have kids, do you?”
Lo laughed, “No. I don’t plan on it.”
“Grrrrr,” grumbled Meri, “I’m sorry. They treat me like a house servant here. It’s always, ‘Mom do this. Mom, I need that. Mom, take me here. Mom, I want. . .’ Since COVID, it’s been even worse. All three boys here twenty-four/seven. Absolutely no privacy. Scott works from home. The kids are always home. I’m used to everyone being out of the house for at least eight hours a day. It’s bad enough that I’ve lost that me-time, but they are up to all hours at night. I have to do something to take my mind off this. Will you help me out?”
“Sure. What can I do?”
“Will you turn towards me?”
“OK,” said Lo as she turned her chair toward Meri.
“Will you show me your pussy like you did in the park?”
“Ummm,” Lo was feeling uncertain. “Where are your sons and your husband?”
“There, there, there, and there,” said Meri, pointing at the three bedroom windows on the second floor and the dining room window on the first floor.
“Are they watching us.”
“I don’t know. Scott was on a phone call when I went in.”
“And the others?”
Meri shrugged her shoulders like it didn’t matter.
Very self-consciously, Lo slid her right hand under her bikini bottom. She raised her leg that was closest to the house in an attempt to conceal what she was doing from the voyeurs within. With her left hand she pulled the thin fabric to the side so Meri had an unobstructed view of what Lo was doing.
Meri moved her right hand down between her legs and parted her pursed lips with her fingers. Slowly she moved her finger inside, stroking back and forth as she watched Lo digitally diddle her clit.
Lo was too aware of the eyes that might be watching to cum, but it didn’t take Meri long to climax quietly in the peaceful suburban sanctuary.
“Feeling better?” asked Lo when she saw the rush of blood to Meri’s chest begin to subside.
Meri just laughed quietly to herself and licked her fingertips. “Thanks Lo,” she said.
Lo mustered up the courage to ask the question that was distracting her the whole time. “You don’t have a problem with the kids. . . uh, seeing you?”
“Like I said,” began Meri nonchalantly, “there is no privacy around here. I’ve given up on trying to hide it. And so have they. We just accept ourselves as we are and accept our sexuality. We’re all sexual beings, Lo. You should know that more than anyone.”
Lo was not at all clear as to what Meri meant by “accepting” things, the way Meri spoke about it. Also, thought Lo, this house is huge. How could you not have privacy? But she didn’t ask questions. She just listened.
“When I went inside, he wanted my help again. He says he likes it better when I do it for him. Spoiled brat. You’d think he could do something for himself at that age! But, it’s ok,” she added in a gentler tone, “He’s just a momma’s boy and I know that one day that will come to an end. My husband calls him ‘Prince Hamlet,’ because his life is so easy, yet he is always seeing the sinister in everything.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come over,” said Lo, voicing her misgivings.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Lo,” said Meri, spreading her legs further on the lounge chair.
“But I think I’m just complicating everything.” Lo’s head was spinning. The drink, the sun, the sexual stimulation, the hidden intrigue, all culminated in a dizzy spell.
“He might be a little jealous, but I haven’t had a guest in four or five months!”
Lo didn’t know whom Meri was talking about, one of her sons or her husband. Images of men’s faceless faces flashed in her mind.
“Can I, er, use your bathroom?” asked Lo. She felt like she had to get out of the sun, out of the spotlight.
“Sure. Straight in those doors and to the left,” said Meri, pointing.
Lo picked up her mask and put it on as she timorously walked toward the imposing house.
She slid the sliding screen door open and walked into a large, open-plan kitchen/dining room.
A large, rotund man was sitting at the dining room table looking into a laptop computer. He wore cargo shorts and a short-sleeve button-down blue shirt, untucked. He looked over at Lo when she entered the room. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the relatively dim light inside.
“Oh, you must be Lola,” said the man in an authoritative, booming voice.
“Yes. And you’re Scott?”
“My wife is crazy about you,” he said, making Lola feel awkward.
“The bathroom?” asked Lo, timidly.
“Right there,” said Scott, pointing to a door at the end of the kitchen. “Did you really do all those things H.H. wrote about you?”
“I’m here now, ain’t I?” was all Lo responded, before walking to the bathroom.
When she came out of the bathroom, back into the kitchen, behind the ‘L’ shaped kitchen counter, far at the other end of the room, by the dining room, was a young man, staring unflinchingly at Lola.
Lo walked towards him. She had to if she were to exit the kitchen.
“Hi,” she said nervously.
He was shirtless. No answer.
“You must be. . .” began Lo, realizing she had no idea the names of Meri’s sons.
“You’re even better looking in person,” he said, mesmerized.
Lo looked around the room for Scott. He was nowhere to be found. It was just this kid and Lo, staring each other down like the Sheriff and the Outlaw in some western. But who was who?
“What do you mean?” asked Lo, knowing very well what he meant.
“You like my mom?”
“She’s very nice,” said Lo, flustered.
“Are you going to fuck her?”
“You should watch your mouth!” replied Lo. He had the face of a cherub, but that just made it all seem more inappropriate.
“You’re one to talk,” he said in a joking manner that Lo found a little endearing. “Can I see you without your mask on?”
Lo briefly pulled down her mask under her chin.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, seemingly unaware of the words escaping from his lips.
“Shucks, thanks.”
“So, are you and my mom going to. . . ?”
Lo walked toward the boy, her mask back on now. “You have needs. Your dad has needs. Well, your mom has needs too,” she said, gently. “You might not be aware of her needs because she’s always taking care of you and your brothers and your dad. Her needs might not be as obvious. But they are just as real and just as. . . pressing.”
The boy looked blankly back at Lo. Then he said, “You don’t know my mom very well, do you?”
“Well enough.”
“Her needs come before everybody else’s,” he said. Lo thought she detected a hint of word play when he said “come.” Maybe it was just in her perverted imagination.
“From what I hear, she takes good care of you,” replied Lo.
The boy acknowledged the truth of that statement wordlessly, looking a little ashamed and blushing. He added, “But we’re all clear that she has needs.”
Lo walked past him and out the door. When she got into the backyard, she saw Scott talking to his naked wife. The sight overwhelmed her for a moment. When Scott was sitting inside, she had noticed his rather hefty size, but now he was standing over Meri and he seemed like a giant in comparison to her. He was enormous, both in height and girth. He was easily 300 pounds.
Scott & Meri
The two of them saw Lo as she reentered the backyard and they stopped whatever conversation they were having to smile at her as she returned to her lounge chair.
“I just met your son,” said Lo.
“Oh, which one?” asked Meri.
But before Lo could say she didn’t know, Scott chimed in with, “I hope he was polite to you. You know, these boys – three of them – it’s like, I mean sometimes I feel like the animal trainer at a circus. That’s the best we can expect of them at that age!”
“Oh no he was. . .” began Lo before being cut off yet again by Meri.
“Scott, will you go and back me up about the parental controls on the computer?”
“Enjoy the sunshine,” said Scott as he dutifully walked back into the house.
Lo settled into the chair and tried to see in the dark doorway to the kitchen to ascertain if any eyes were looking back at her. She could make out nothing. The brilliant sun outside made the door to the house appear as a rectangular void.
“He’s not wrong,” said Meri. “Living with three teenage boys, well, it is like being a zoo keeper – constantly cleaning out their cages, feeding them, and trying to keep them in line. It’s exhausting. I can’t wait until this damn COVID thing is over and we can send them all to college. I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true! I was just getting used to having two of the three out of the house when this plague struck.”
“I can’t even imagine,” said Lo. Then, pensively, Lo asked, “Has it always been like this?”
“Like what?”
“I mean, have you always been so, er, nonchalant around them?” asked Lo, referring to Meri’s non-concern for her nudity.
“I’ve never been ashamed of anything,” she said. “But this COVID quarantine put all of us in closer quarters. And, I have to admit, in the past year or so, my sex-drive has shot way way up. Like through the roof. I don’t know if it’s the onset of menopause or what, but I can’t seem to get enough. And with the three boys always around and, well, frankly, Scott. . .” She trailed off and then added, “I eventually gave up on the idea of me-time. Sex and sexuality are completely natural. We’re all sexual beings. We all have needs and desires. Believe me, I’ve had to clean up enough cum-covered sheets from these three boys to know that they’re not exempt. So, why hide it? Why pretend like it’s not real, for me, for you, for them,” she said, nodding at the house. “Yeah, I’ve known for a long time that Scott looks at porn and that late at night, after I’ve gone to bed, he jacks off in his home office. Frankly, he doesn’t try to hide it. Or, if he does, he doesn’t do a very good job of it. For many years, before my libido kicked into high-gear, I just didn’t care. I mean, at least he wasn’t bugging me at midnight, so I got my sleep. I didn’t like the lying or the deceit, but I put up with it. It was a minor transgression. As long as he wasn’t having an affair. And I checked his computer and phone enough to know that that wasn’t happening.” She paused to take a long sip of her drink. “The boys? I’ve known that they are self-pleasuring ever since the oldest hit puberty. Fine by me. I’d be a hypocrite if I said it was wrong. I just ask that they use tissues rather than give me more laundry to do. I also don’t want them watching all that extreme, violent, misogynistic, hyper-objectifying, crazy porn out there. Women being choked, abused, spat on, peed on. Women fisting other women anally all the way up to their elbows. Women having their anus used as a cereal bowl. Have you seen the porn out there?”
Lo was praying that the question was rhetorical. But, in asking the question, Meri was, perhaps inadvertently or intentionally, giving away what she had seen somewhere.
After only a slight pause, during which Lo was silent and merely blinked, Meri continued, “It’s horrible. Women being fucked by dogs, horses, drinking pee, you name it! I mean really! I don’t want my kids being raised on that.”
Lo was blushing by now. She hoped Meri would think it was just the combination of the alcohol and the sun. She couldn’t tell what Meri had seen of the blog. Had she seen the more risqué posts? Was she referring to those? Did she want Lo to open up about all her naughty kinks, her taboo fantasies, her hidden shame?
“I don’t care if they get off on a naked woman’s body,” she said while applying more sunscreen to her breasts, “or lesbians, or even a blowjob scene. Whatever. But the internet is worse than drugs. It will fuck with your head for years to come if you’re not careful. So, as long as they’re under my roof, I insist on access to their search history and their phones.”
“And they agree to that?”
Meri was now applying the sunblock to her legs. “Well, they used to, before college. The older ones, I mean. Now it’s a struggle. ‘But Mom,’” she mocked, “‘I have a right to privacy.’ And I have a right to know what’s on the phone that I pay for and on the computer that I bought, and what you’re downloading from the internet that is in my name.”
Lo suddenly realized that Meri was drunk. She was ranting.
“Does Scott know that you track his porn activities too?” asked Lo.
“Scott?” Meri asked with a laugh. “Ha! No. Either he is completely oblivious to the fact that I can see everything in his search history, or he wants me to know. Either way, it’s fine. But, as you know, it’s not fine when the kids discover what he’s been looking at (or when they discover what I’ve been getting off to). When my libido was resurrected, it actually was helpful. If I saw that he jacked off the previous night to a woman fingering her ass, well, I knew what to do to get him turned on. If I saw that he got off to photos of a woman’s feet, well, the next night I was feet-forward. When I found out that Scott was reading your blog,” she continued, “I was actually relieved. I mean, yeah, you’re half his age and only a little older than our oldest son, but you’re real. You’re not some desperate young floozy from god-knows-where who has been coerced into making porn. You’re not strung out on drugs and putting yourself out there on the internet for your next fix. You’re in it because you want to be. And it’s clear that HH loves you, worships you. It’s a healthy, if unconventional, relationship. It’s refreshing. And if my son wants to read about it,” she laughed to herself, “ha! at least he’s reading!!! Right? I mean, it’s good writing. It’s both intellectually and sexually stimulating. If porn is junk food, then it’s a granola bar. Sure, it’s got a few chocolate chips thrown in, but it’s not bad for you!” She laughed again.
Lo laughed with her, though she was feeling uneasy being talked about in this way.
“Do you think that Scott is reading about me because he has a thing for a hotwife?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, maybe he secretly wants to see you fucked by another man.”
“If only!” blurted out Meri, loudly.
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“No.”
“But surely you talked to him about me. I mean, he was reading the blog. You discovered that he was reading the blog. You got into the blog. Your son, or sons, got into the blog. And now suddenly, here I am, in the flesh! How did you explain that to him?”
It gradually dawned on Meri that Lo didn’t know the whole story.
“I told Scott that when I was checking our son’s browsing history, I came across your blog.”
“Oh.”
“He played dumb, like he had never heard of it or you before. That night, before bed, I said to him, ‘Do you want to see what sort of smut our son has been looking at?’ He said ‘Sure’ as if he had no real interest in it. I pulled up your blog on our laptop and we scrolled through it together.”
“No!” said Lo, incredulously. (One of her greatest satisfactions is knowing that couples read the blog together. Meri probably knew that already.)
“Yes, we did. And I could see him getting aroused. I said to him, ‘You like that? You like that young slut? That little nympho? Do you wish you were with a cum-hungry cock-whore like her?’ He got all flustered. He didn’t know what to say or what to make of me as my hand reached under the covers for his hard dick. I stroked him off as he scrolled through your blog. Then I gave him a blowjob. And then I got on all fours and you won’t believe what he did.”
“What?!” Lo was very interested.
“He put the computer on my back and fucked me from behind while looking at your photos. He came like he hadn’t cum in twenty years!”
“Na-ah,” said Lo, incredulously.
“Yeah.”
“How’d that make you feel?”
“I was fine with it. You and I had already had our date last year and so I was envisioning you in my mind as he fucked me. I knew that I had one up on him. Also, I was just glad to be fucked from behind. You’ve seen Scott. He’s huge. Usually, when he fucks me, it’s missionary position. I can hardly breathe. He’s so big and heavy. And, worst of all, he has a tiny cock.”
“No!”
“Yes. He has to be really right up against me to get it in me at all. I literally cannot remember the last time I climaxed with him. I mean, I cum, but it’s always due to self-manipulation.”
Lo glanced down at Meri’s mons pubis and saw that there was a sparkle of light glimmering from her pussy because she was dripping wet again.
“How did you explain today to him?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how did you explain that you and I know each other and that I was coming over?”
“Oh,” said Meri as if it was no big deal to pull the wool over Scott’s eyes, “I told him a week ago or so that I wrote to you and it turns out you live close by. I told him we had carried on an email correspondence and that we finally met up for coffee.”
“What was his reaction?”
“He was surprised, but he clearly tried to play down his excitement at the prospect of meeting you. I’ll bet you anything that when you went inside and saw him at his computer, he was reading your blog, not doing work.”
“Does he know that you and I. . . that we. . . that you have bi tendencies?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, he knows that I’m interested in women, or at least that I was in college. You wouldn’t know it now, seeing me as a middle-aged housewife and mom in the suburbs, but in high school and college, I lived up to the reputation redheads have for being wild and crazy.”
“I can believe it. So, he’s ok with that?”
“Well, he doesn’t know that we’ve fooled around, but yeah. What hetero guy isn’t ok with that?”
“I’ve known a few,” said Lo, reminiscing about some past relationships.
“Anyhow, he can’t believe you’re here.”
Author’s Aside: This whole account reminded me of a wonderful Italian movie I saw years and years ago called The Icicle Thief in which a beautiful, buxom, blonde model from a color TV commercial intrudes upon the black-and-white realism film depicting an impoverished family. The notion of Lola the nympho, hotwife, sex-blog star walking into the quiet, suburban family life of Scott and Meri was superimposed in my mind over the Italian film.
“Does he have any expectations?” asked Lo.
“What do you mean?”
“Is he hoping to sleep with me?”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Meri. She paused to think for a moment, gazing off at the house. “I’m sure he wants to, but knows that he can’t without my go-ahead.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Do you want to sleep with him?” asked Meri, incredulously.
“I’m just trying to gauge expectations.”
“Hmmmmm,” sounded Meri as she pensively looked off, picturing the scene in her mind’s eye. “I guess I don’t really care.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, he’s tiny. I told you that. And he cums in like five minutes, tops. Would you really do it?”
“I’m not opposed,” said Lo. “But I don’t want to create any problems. You two should probably talk it over and make sure you’re both 100% on board.”
“I’ll let you know,” said Meri. “He’s only slept with like three or four women, including me.”
“Poor guy. And you?”
“How many people have I slept with?”
“Yeah.”
“Too many to count!” said Meri with a laugh. “But no one new since getting married.”
“Oh, then do I have the boys for you!” said Lo.
“What?”
Lo went on to tell Meri about the brothers from across the street. Meri was simultaneously intrigued and repulsed by her own excitement. “They’re like the same age as my own boys,” she remarked.
Together, Lo and Meri discussed the myriad possibilities for the COVID quarantine cuckolding adventures.
Eventually, Lo and Meri bid each other farewell as Meri went to prepare dinner for her hungry family and Lo came home to me to get her fill of my love while she recalled to me the events with which I have just regaled you.
Casual Encounters
[The mini-series Mount Bliss continues from: A.O.L.]
Thursday the girls got up early and met Suzanne and Collin downstairs for breakfast. Collin had an outing for the girls planned. Suzanne was to stay home, again.
After breakfast they got on the road early because it was a long drive to their destination, which Collin kept a secret. All he said was to pack a bathing suit and an overnight bag. The trip was pleasant enough through the rolling hills. They made what conversation they could, given that they were in the Jeep without a top and Lily was in the back seat.
After a few hours they arrived at the mystery spot. It was a resort hotel tucked away in the mountains with every kind of amenity. But, as they checked in and the girls marveled at the luxurious accommodations, Collin informed them that this was just where they were staying, but not the surprise he had in store for them. That was to come later.
While eating a bite in the restaurant, Lo and Lily noticed something not quite normal about this place.
“Uncle Collin,” said Lily, “Don’t tell me. . .”
Collin cast a knowing glance at Lily and then a furtive one at Lola to see if she had caught on.
“What?” asked Lo.
“Uncle Collin is bad,” said Lily with a smirk on her lips.
“What? Why?”
“I used to come here often with your aunt,” said Collin. “I thought you girls would enjoy it.”
Lo looked at Lily with a quizzical expression.
“It’s a clothing optional resort,” whispered Lily.
“Oooooh,” replied Lo as she looked more closely at the people who had attracted her attention. A lot of them were very scantily clad. But not nude.
“Ready?” asked Collin after they finished their meals.
“Where to now?” asked Lo.
“You’ll see.”
They were back in the Jeep and not too far away they stopped at a popular tourist destination.
It was an expansive underground cavern with a subterranean river running through it.
The girls and Collin descended with the tour guide into the deep, dimly lit, drafty chamber full of stalactites and stalagmites. The girls flanked Collin and held his hand so as not to get lost in the cool cave. It was like sensory depravation and every whisper could be heard echoing through the bowels of the burrowed bedrock.
“It’s creepy,” said Lo.
“Do you think there are bats?” asked Lily.
They walked on until they came to “Lovers’ Landing,” a translucent red rock in the shape of a heart that was illuminated from below.
“Stand up there,” said the tour guide, “and your dreams will come true.”
The trio went to the elevated perch and each of the girls kissed Collin on the cheek while a fellow tourist took their photo.
Later, back at the resort, the girls went down to the pool with Collin. It was good to be back in the sunshine again and the weather was warm for up in the mountains.
As they walked by the sun bathers, many of whom were nude, they found a little spot to sit so they could see and be seen.
“This is a very casual place,” said Collin to the girls, choosing his word carefully.
“What do you mean?” asked Lily.
“You’ll see.”
Later, when the three of them were in the hot tub, Lo removed her top and let her breasts glisten as the bubbling water washed over them.
A middle-aged man across from her was watching her carefully. After a while of his keen observations, he finally made a move. He approached Collin and asked something of him. Lo couldn’t hear because of the sound of the jets in the hot tub. She did hear Collin reply, “That’s not up to me. Ask her yourself.”
The man glided over to Lo in the pool and asked, “Would you be interested in. . .”
“In what?”
“Um, well, having sex?”
Lo was a little surprised.
“You married?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the man. “That’s my wife over there.” He nodded in the direction of the lounge chairs and Lo could see a middle-aged woman lying out naked on one of them. “It’s ok with her, if that’s your concern.”
Lo was intrigued for a number of reasons.
“You can come closer,” said Lo, “I don’t bite.”
The man sat next to her and soon they were talking. Lo gave her permission for him to fondle her breasts and one thing led to another. Before long they were locking lips.
Lo got between his legs and, though she didn’t let him penetrate her in the hot tub, she did feel his cock hard between her legs.
She looked over his shoulder at his wife who was watching the two of them. Then Lo turned around and looked back, behind her, to see Lily and Collin watching Lo’s every move as she slowly ascended and descended, bobbing up and down in the water, letting her tits gently flit across his lips.
After their fun, the guy got out of the pool, still hard-up, and Lo could see his full body. He was about six feet tall, heavy set, beer belly. A real “dad bod.”
Later, after dinner, Lo and Collin were dancing together in the “formal ballroom” of the hotel. It was up-scale swank, though swimwear attire or less was acceptable anywhere inside or out.
“Did you enjoy yourself today?” asked Collin in Lo’s ear.
“I did. And I am,” she replied.
“You liked the attention of that man at the pool?”
“I didn’t not like it,” she replied coyly.
They continued dancing until another man cut in. Lo graciously accepted and Collin bowed out like a true gentleman, returning to the table where Lily sat. He asked her to dance, but she passed.
After a few hours of flirtatious dancing, the trio retired to their hotel room. Collin had reserved one room with two full beds. Lo was not sure what the actual sleeping arrangements would be.
When Collin went into the bathroom, Lo turned to Lily and quietly whispered, “What does he want?”
Lily shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, “Whatever you want, it’s fine by me.”
Collin emerged from the bathroom in his pajama bottoms, no top. His hairy, broad chest, wide shoulders, and large biceps all exposed. Lo had slipped into her white t-shirt and Lily was wearing sweatpants shorts and a cut-off top.
When the bathroom was free, Lily slipped in to get ready for bed. Lo looked at Collin, who was now lying down in his own bed. Perhaps for the first time in her life, she was dumbstruck. She didn’t know what he was hoping for or expecting, nor what she was interested in pursuing at that time. She couldn’t read him. What were his intentions? Around Lo, men rarely conceal their intentions. Men immediately picked up on Lo’s vibe, so to speak. She knows how to project the message, “I am available for your pleasure.” And when men receive that subliminal message, they are unable to resist. Lo was telegraphing this message loud and clear, but not receiving the response she expected.
There was an awkward silence and then she finally said, “So you and Suzanne used to come here a lot?”
“Yes,” he said, “when we were first married, about twenty years ago.”
“Why didn’t she join us?” Lo asked, braving the obvious question.
“She likes her time alone at the lake house,” replied Collin, begging the question.
Lo was about to form a follow-up question, when Lily returned.
Now it was Lo’s turn to use the bathroom. She got up, very conscious of the fact that the t-shirt didn’t cover her entire bottom. She was in the bathroom for a long time.
When she rejoined Collin and Lily, she said by way of explanation, “Sorry I was so long. I wanted to make sure I was nice and smooth for the pool tomorrow. What do you think?” she asked as she lifted her t-shirt so they could see her freshly shaved pussy.
Lola Reverse View
“Delectable,” said Collin.
Lo bent over to look through her overnight bag and pulled out some moisturizing lotion. “Here it is,” she said as she applied some to her right palm and caressed it over her soft mons pubis and between her legs as she sat on the side of the bed, facing Collin. “Well,” she said with a smile, swinging her legs into the bed, “good night.”
Lily was behind her and looked over at Uncle Collin, saying, “Oh, I’m so tired. I’m sure I’ll sleep well tonight. I bet a construction crew banging away with a jackhammer wouldn’t wake me tonight! Good night.”
Uncle Collin chuckled, said good night, and turned out the light. Lo felt Lily’s arm around her waist and Lo turned to her and ran her hand down from Lily’s shoulder to her rear, touching her under her shorts. The two of them fell asleep like that.
Heart Stone
Fast, Wet, & Slippery
Since the story of what happened that week was leaked to me piece-by-piece through various curt emails and similarly brief phone calls, punctuated by alluring photos with suggestive texts, I’ll just tell you the story that I heard when Lo and I were finally reunited together at Collins lakeside cabin.
Fun Bum
Tuesday night Lily, Lo, and Collin returned to the farm-to-table restaurant to have the meal that they had helped harvest earlier that day. Lo was dusty and disheveled due to all the work, but the restaurant’s dress code was quite lax. They had what Lo described as one of the most scrumptious meals of her life. It was just the three of them at a small, candle-lit table. Collin regaled them with stories.
Back at the cottage, Lo and Lily went to bed early again, exhausted from all the day’s activities. Lo repeated her solo performance of the night before, telling Lily as she rubbed one out how hot she finds Lily’s Uncle Collin. She went through a little fantasy of spending time with him in a hotel room somewhere away from her Aunt Suzanne.
The next day was a crystal clear blue sky reflected in the still mirror-like water of the lake. Collin, pleased and almost proud of the weather as if it was his handywork, said they’d spend the day on the boat. Lo and Lily got into their bikinis and, after breakfast, they got into the speedboat and departed, without Suzanne again. She and the dogs, Shadow and Bandit, were on the dock as the boat pulled away. She wished them a fun time and returned to the house as the trio sped off, sending ripples across the lake’s surface.
When they got to the middle of the lake, Collin stopped the boat and turned to the girls, asking, “Want to have some fun?”
Lily’s eyes lit up as she grabbed the tubes and threw them behind the boat, careful to avoid the motor. Lo was confused, but Lily literally showed her the ropes. The two of them got on top of the inner tubes and held on to the rope, tethered to the boat.
“Don’t go too fast!” called Lily to Collin. Then she showed Lola the hand-signals for: faster, slower, stop.
Collin gave the thumbs-up sign. Lily turned to Lo and asked, “Ready?”
Not sure what was going to happen, Lo gave a frightened nod.
Lily gave the thumbs-up sign back to Collin and away they went.
The tubes bounced off the waves made by the boat as they scudded across the surface of the lake, slowly at first, but with gradually increasing speed. Lo held on tightly and was having a fun, if terrifying, time.
They danced across the nearly vacant lake, making large figure eights and tight circles. But then Lo felt something that made her apprehensive. She could feel the bottoms of her bikini sliding off with the resistance of the waves splashing over her. She put up her hand on her head to indicate stop, but Collin didn’t see until it was too late. About fifty yards back were her yellow bikini bottoms floating on the water. She was lucky they floated. Actually, she would have been find either way I guess.
When they realized what had happened, Lily and Collin had a good laugh. Lo let go of the rope and swam, her naked bum bouncing in the water, as she retrieved her bottoms.
She put them on in the water and tied the strings tightly.
They continued the tubing adventure until, when Collin stopped the boat again, Lo lifted up her head to listen to what he was saying. She couldn’t hear him over the sputter of the engine, so he did pantomime. Then she realized that he was telling her that her top had fallen down. The waves had pushed her bikini top down below her tits. They laughed again at her public exposure.
When the trio returned to the cottage and docked the boat, the girls decided to lie out and sunbathe.
Collin joked that since Lo’s bikini was so averse to staying on her body, she should just tan in the buff. Lo took him at his word and asked, “Is that ok?”
“Sure,” he said with a wide grin.
Both Lo and Lily removed their bikinis and lay out in the noontime sun while Collin and Suzanne waited on them hand and foot.
At one point, when Collin and Suzanne were inside, Lo turned to Lily next to her and asked, “Don’t you feel a little awkward nude in front of your uncle?”
Lily looked at Lo, smiled mysteriously, and simply said, “Nah. It’s no different than being naked in front of my dad.”
Lo went back to sipping her G&T wondering what that meant.
The rest of that day was spent lounging around the house, swimming, playing badminton, horseshoes, and cornhole, all in the nude outside while Suzanne and Collin, dressed, looked on like two proud parents. A few boats slowed down as they passed about a hundred yards from the shore, enamored of the view, no doubt. That night they all stayed in and watched a movie. Of course Collin chose, Blue is the Warmest Color, which neither Lo nor I had seen, despite all the adulation and criticism it received.
By the time they watched it, Lo and Lily had showered and were dressed, but that didn’t stop Lo from stroking her pussy surreptitiously under a blanket during that eight minute long steamy sex scene. She wondered, of course, what Collin or Collin and Suzanne were scheming by putting that particular movie on for “the girls” to watch.
I’m cumming for you
Birthday Sex
After the fiasco that was our double date with Mark and Stephanie to see the play, In the Next Room, remarkably, we got an invitation to join them for dinner to celebrate Mark’s birthday. He was turning thirty-five and Stephanie had invited over three couples, including us. That made for eight people, including the man of honor and his lovely wife.
I saw Lola dolling herself up for the party and I said to her, “Look, I don’t want any shenanigans out of you tonight.”
“Can I have some shenanigans in me?”
“No!”
“Daddy,” she said in a sweet voice, putting her hand on my chest and rubbing it, “what are shenanigans?”
“Lo, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Last time they were here, you broadcast your masturbatory movies over the speaker system and I had to make apologies to our guests. This time we are going to be their guests, so please just let it be an uneventful evening.”
“But that’s so boring, Daddy,” she pouted.
“Boring or not, I’m keeping you on a short leash.” I immediately regretted my choice of words.
Her ears picked up and her eyes opened wide, “A leash?! Yes,” she said, putting up her hands like a dog begging for scraps.
“We leave in five minutes,” I said, ending the exchange.
Eighteen and a half minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom wearing a sheer blouse and her cutoff denim shorts – cutoff a bit too short – high heels, and nothing but smooth, sexy skin between the shoes and the denim.
“You’re not actually wearing that, are you?”
She turned up her nose at me and said, “I certainly am! What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, if you’re dressed as Daisy Duke for Halloween. But this is a birthday dinner.”
Sheer Top
“Hrmph,” she grunted, defiantly. “It’s July and it’s hot and I’m hot and I’m wearing this.”
“But your shorts have holes in them,” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, my shorts have two holes in them, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get both of them filled.”
“That’s not what. . .” I gave up, exasperated.
When we arrived, around six, we rang the bell and were let in by Stephanie. She seemed very glad to see us and led us into the living room where everyone was congregated. We were the last to arrive.
To my great surprise, she hadn’t invited three couples. That, apparently, was my assumption. No. She had invited four other women and us. That still made for eight altogether, but it was six women, Mark and me. I was by far the oldest. All the women were in their thirties, except Lo, who was in her twenties. Mark and Stephanie had dropped their kids off with her parents and the only other member of the house was their dog who immediately took an interest in Lo, putting his snout in her crotch and sniffing as soon as we were in the door. My first thought was, “She’s not wearing panties under those shorts I bet.”
Short Shorts
We introduced ourselves and sat in the loveseat. Mark, the man of the hour, was seated in a large recliner. The other women and Stephanie were on the sectional couch. I immediately thought of an episode of “The Bachelor.” I felt like I was the T.V. camera viewing all these women vying for Mark’s attention. Apparently Lo wasn’t the only one with the hots for him. But why, I wondered, had Stephanie invited them all over? And why did she invite us?
Then I remembered what Stephanie had said to me the night she and Mark threw the Super Bowl party. With tears in her eyes, she said that she hadn’t had a sex drive since their second kid was born, but she wanted Mark to be happy. Was this a set-up for him? – Happy birthday, darling, have your pick of the women.
I could tell, just by looking at Lo and how she practically bared her breasts to Mark every time she reached for an appetizer on the coffee table, that she was mentally making the very same calculations as I. If that was Stephanie’s game, then Lo was keen on being the winner.
The conversation turned to the heat wave we were experiencing and Lo made some remark about how good the AC felt. As she said it, I could see her nipples clearly protruding through the thin white material of her blouse. Yep, she was cooling down alright, just as she was heating things up.
I was curious about these other four women. Who were they? I didn’t remember them from the Super Bowl party.
I eventually found out that Mark didn’t know them either. They were friends of Stephanie’s and new friends at that. Lo had an in; she was the oldest friend Mark had there, and also the youngest.
Stephanie brought drinks and Lo got more comfortable. She slipped out of her heels and I noticed that she had gotten a pedicure and manicure. Her little toes looked like shiny red candy, as did her fingernails.
Even with the AC on, the cold drinks had condensation dripping down the sides, and I suspect that that wasn’t all that was dripping.
Stephanie said she wanted to do presents before dinner and that we had to go outside for Mark’s gift.
We all filed out the front door except Stephanie. When we were in the front yard, we were all wondering what was going to happen. Suddenly the garage door opened and, voilà! Stephanie was standing by a Honda CG 150. “Ta-da!” she said.
Mark was super excited and he practically ran up to the bike and gave Stephanie a big kiss.
“Let’s go for a ride!” he said to her. But she declined, using getting dinner ready as an excuse. “Anyone?” he asked to us. Of course, Lola immediately volunteered.
Stephanie passed her a helmet and after Mark got on, she hopped on, swinging her right leg over the machine, practically exposing the two holes she had mentioned earlier. She slid up behind Mark, resting her hands on his broad shoulders.
“I thought you were terrified of motorcycles?” I asked her.
“I am. But I’ll just have to hold on tight,” she said, reaching around Mark’s waist.
Mark started the machine and revved it up and I saw how excited the sound made Lo. Off they went, the back of her bum peeking out of the top of her short shorts.
The rest of us went inside.
The other women went into the living room and I offered to help Stephanie with dinner.
“Hey Steph,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” she asked naïvely.
“The women, Lo?”
She put down the bowl of salad and turned to me. “HH, we had a talk last time you were here. You remember.”
I nodded my head.
“If he can’t be happy with me, then at least I can help him to be happy with someone else.”
“What do you mean not happy with you?”
“I see what’s going on. I know that he has needs that I just can’t fulfill. I see how he looks at Lo. I’m not dumb. I want him to be satisfied.”
“Sex is one thing,” I said, “but it’s not everything.”
“Right.” I couldn’t tell if that was a sarcastic “right” or just apathetic.
“So, he can be happy with you.”
“Well, I want to make sure that he’s happy with me.”
“I’m sure he is,” I said to her, reassuringly.
Meanwhile, on the motorcycle, Lo was holding on to Mark around the waist and, as they rode, her hands slid lower, little-by-little.
They turned down a road that drove down to a secluded lake in the woods. They hopped off the bike and took off their helmets.
“This is beautiful,” said Lo, looking out at the lake as the pink hues of dusk illumined the horizon.
Mark stood still, looking out over the equally placid lake. All that could be heard was the gentle rustle of leaves in the trees as the evening breeze filtered through the woods.
“You want to swim?” asked Mark.
“That sounds so good!” replied Lo as she began to slip out of her blouse and short-shorts.
She was naked before Mark even undid a button. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” asked Lo.
“Uh, um, no,” he said, “I was just watching you,” he said, a little startled, perhaps, at Lo’s eagerness and lack of panties.
“Well, come on then,” she said, helping him to undo his shirt buttons.
“How will we dry off?” he asked.
“On the bike,” she said. “Come on, it will feel good.”
She removed his shirt and then he undid his belt and slid him out of his jeans. He slowly took off his boxers to reveal to Lo the object of her fantasies.
“That’s it,” she said, biting her lower lip.
The two of them were naked and they went into the water.
“I just can’t get my hair wet,” said Lo as she led him in. “Mmmmm, it feels so good.”
They were in – Lo up to her belly button, Mark only up to his thigh.
She turned toward Mark and gave him a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss.
Mark didn’t resist. . . until the end. He then pushed her away.
“Lo,” he said.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Lo,” he repeated.
“Fuck me, please.”
He was speechless. He turned and walked out of the water. Lo watched his sculpted back and buttocks as he did and then she followed him to the shore.
“Let me blow you,” she said, dropping to her knees. “Smack my face with your cock,” she said as she grabbed the hefty appendage and proceeded to use it in the way she described. It remained flaccid in her hands.
“Lo,” he said one more time, “I can’t do this.”
She looked up at him from below, her lips slightly open, ready, hungry, wanting to take it in her mouth.
“Lo,” said Mark, as his gentle hand encouraged Lo to stand up, “I love Stephanie. I know she’d be happy for me to have you or one of the other women she invited over.”
Lo pouted at the mention of them.
“But I can’t. I know I have flirted with you and led you on, but I just can’t. It would be wrong.”
He didn’t have to say any more. Lo knew that the game was over, though she stole lusty glances at his lengthy instrument.
They walked to the bike and Lo said, “Put the clothes over here. We’ll air dry.”
They both got on the machine naked. Mark started it up and they rode through the still evening air by the vacant lake. Lo couldn’t help but reach around and grab at Mark’s cock on the bike. He didn’t seem to mind.
After a quick drive, they returned to the clothes, got off the bike and got dressed in silence before Lo said, “Mark, I understand how you feel and I respect it, but it’s such a shame. . .” she trailed off.
Getting back on the bike and driving back to Mark’s birthday party, Lo held on to Mark, tightly, but above the crotch.
When they returned, we had dinner – a BBQ in the backyard. At one point, Mark and I were alone. Lo had informed me privately earlier about their exchange by the lake. I said to Mark, “You’re a lucky man to have a woman like Stephanie.”
“And you’re lucky to have a woman like Lo.”
“Oh, I don’t have her. She has me. That’s for sure.”
“Well, then you’re lucky she has you,” he said.
“Yes, I am.”
“I bet she is amazing in bed,” he confided.
I took a sip of my G&T and said, “You have no idea.”
“I’d like to have an idea,” he said.
So I gave him a little birthday gift. I told him, “When we fuck – and she likes to fuck often – she’ll lie on the bed and tell me how much she needs my cock. I’ll slide in her wet and wide pussy. She’ll slide her right hand into her puss until both her hand and my cock are snug in there. And then, with her other hand free, she’ll look at your pictures.”
“No!” he said.
“I kid you not.”
“Really?!”
“I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. If I’m not mistaken, I think Lo got you an extra-special birthday gift.”
After the party was over and Lo and I were at home, I told Lo about my chat with Mark.
“I can’t believe you said those things about me!”
“Why not? They’re true.”
“Because,” she said with attitude, “when you write, your words are so much more poetic.”
“Sorry, dear, I read better on the page than in person.”
“That’s the difference between you and me,” she said, “I’m always better in the flesh,” she said as she bent over to show me just how short her shorts are.
“Well, he’ll just have to settle for the two-dimensional Lo,” I said as I slapped her ass hard.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, waiting for more punishment.
“You’re not fooling anyone, dear. I saw your wrapped present for him.”
“Oh, you did, did you?” she said, looking up at me from between her legs.
“Yeah, and it looked just like the latest Match, Cinder & Spark.”
She stood up and said, “Well, you’re wrong.”
“Really? What was it then?”
“It wasn’t just the latest Match, Cinder & Spark, it was both volumes: IV and V.”
“Feeling generous, were you?”
“When I’m the gift, there’s no point to being stingy.”
“Then why didn’t you give him volumes I-III?”
“I want him to come back for more. Now fuck me, Daddy. I’m way overdue for a good pounding. And if you are good, I’ll tell you the details about my ride with Mark.”