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Hind Hunting
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“Daddy, have me.”
“Get naked.”
“I’m naked, Daddy. Have me.”
“Come here.”
She nuzzles up to me, putting her head and soft hair on my shoulder. Her right hand reaches down for my hard cock. She moves her head down toward it. She opens her mouth and takes it in – wet, warm, soft, and loving.
She maneuvers to climb on top of me, straddle me, ride me.
“Hey, what’s the hurry?”
“I want it.”
“We got all night.”
“I want it in me, now.”
“Can’t we enjoy each other first? A little stroll through the Garden of Good and Evil before going in for the kill?”
“Daddy,” she says as she lowers herself on my rod, “it needs it. My pussy needs it. My cunt needs to be filled. I’m sorry. Play with my titties,” she says as she bounces up and down.
I reach up and grab her breasts with both hands.
“Pull my nipples.”
I pull on them.
“Pinch them. Pull them harder. Make it hurt.”
I do as I am told.
“Pull them. Really pull them. Pull them down. Make them sag. Pull my nipples to my navel.”
I do as she says. She moans a moan of pain and delight.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” she says after mere seconds.
“Lo, what were you looking at on your computer before coming to bed?”
She bites her bottom lip. She’s not able to reply. Her pussy squeezes me out and squirts like an overripe peach on the first bite.
Her fingers clutch my shoulders. She lifts up her ass in the air. She slides down my torso with her tongue out, licking up all she spilled on me in her exuberance.
She gets to my navel. She pauses. She falls asleep.
I push her gently onto the bed, sliding her off my still rock-hard cock.
“Lo,” I say, quietly, “Lo, I want you.”
From her dreamlike state she says, “Do whatever you want.” She’s off to Never-Never Land.
I pull out a German porno mag from my nightstand drawer. I open it up on her ass. I compare her to Gili Sky, the porn star of the magazine’s centerfold. I prefer Lola. But the juxtaposition is nice. I know Lola would prefer Gili and the three men Gili is with as well.
I try to jack it to the photos and Lo’s ass. Lo’s ass looks too good to pass up. I rub some lube on the tip and her target, take aim, and swoosh! Direct hit.
Driving home the happy hunter, I lie down on her back and open the magazine and begin leafing through the pages, reading what I can in German. It’s been a while. Lo is motionless, soundless. The lack of her longing for my donging diminishes my fervor. I pull out. As I do so, she says, almost from the depths of her depraved dream, “Al wanted some new photos. Take some of me, Daddy.”
I’ve never seen a woman so eager for the camera and yet, so very very relaxed in front of it.
Lola and Gili Sky
I replace the book on her rear and snap a few for her long-distance lover. Now I know what she was doing before coming to bed in a feeding frenzy.
Gili Sky Front, Lola Rear
The next day she wakes up chipper as can be.
“Sleep well, Darling?” I ask.
“Great! You?”
“I wish I could say I slept hard. But it’s more like I hardly slept because I was hard.”
“Awww, poor baby. Didn’t you have me?”
“It’s not worth going into,” I say. “You’ll read all about it anyway.”
“I hope so!”
“What’s for breakfast?” she asks, pulling at her nipples over the thin t-shirt she’s wearing. “Wow! My nips really hurt! Kiss them better, Daddy.”
Lo in Lace
She lifts up her shirt and forces her breasts in my face. I give them gentle kisses.
“Mmmmm,” she moans. “Can I have you for breakfast?”
She drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen, pulls down my pajama bottoms, and goes to town on my torpedo.
After she slurps down her morning smoothy, she gets up, wipes her mouth, and says, “Looks like a no pants, no panties, pussy party day at work for me!”
Cycle Through the Park
Brooklyn is a great place to go! So many lovely sights to see, especially in the springtime!
Pachu M Torres
Sun Shower
[The mini-series “Mount Bliss” continues from “A Brush with the Little Death.”]
Friday morning and Lo woke up in Lily’s arms, the sheets wet, her hairbrush buried under the covers.
Collin was already up, sitting in the chair next to the bed, drinking his coffee and reading the complimentary paper.
When he saw Lo’s eyes lock with his, a big, broad smile illuminated his face and he winked at her.
Lo carefully extricated herself from Lily’s arm draped over her breasts. She snuck into the bathroom quietly, so as not to wake the angelic Lily.
She took a shower and while she was in there, suddenly, startling her, out of the fog entered Lily.
“Don’t worry, Lo,” she said, “I just thought we could be quicker this way.” Lily got in the shower with Lo and the two of them soaped each other up.
“Sorry about last night,” said Lo.
Lily just snickered a bit before saying, “It was hot.”
“And wet,” added Lo, also laughing now.
“So wet!”
Lo was simultaneously embarrassed and proud of her accomplishment.
“Do you think Collin heard,” Lo asked.
“So what if he did,” replied Lily.
They rinsed off and dried each other off before entering the main room to get dressed. Collin remained in the chair and watched them, bemused.
“Hungry girls?” he asked, ambiguously.
“So hungry,” said Lo, pulling her pink panties up.
“Mmmmm,” moaned Lily, putting on her bra. “I can’t wait for breakfast!”
The trio went down to the restaurant and ordered up a storm. While they were sitting there, Lo spotted her admirer from the previous day sitting at a table with his wife. They waived at her. She waived back.
“We’ll probably see him again at the pool today,” remarked Collin to the girls.
“What time is check-out?” asked Lily.
“One,” answered Collin.
From breakfast, they went right to the pool area. There was no need to stop back up at the room because they could just remove their shorts, tops, panties, and bras for a quick dip. That’s exactly what they did, though Collin remained dressed in his jeans and short sleeve shirt. When Lo and Lily were in the pool, Lo again inquired, “What is up with your uncle?”
“What do you mean?” asked Lily.
“He hasn’t made a pass at me this entire time. Not yesterday at the pool. Not last night when I showed him how smooth my puss was after shaving. Not this morning.”
“Are you trying to seduce him?” asked Lily with an air of faux judgment.
“I usually don’t have to try,” replied Lo.
“I think he just enjoys our company,” said Lily.
Lo wasn’t buying it.
When the two of them returned to the lounge chairs to tan, a number of men, many whom Lo had danced with the previous night, approached to ask permission to fool around with them. Lo and Lily turned them all down, except one. The married guy Lo had flirted with at the pool the day before.
“Do you have a condom?” asked Lo.
“Yes,” he said.
“Put it on,” she said.
He went back to the table where his wife was sitting and reached into her bag. He returned with the condom. Because he wasn’t hard yet, he asked Lo if she would mind putting it on him.
She obliged, fondling his balls and stroking his cock. He grew hard quickly in her hand. She was lying naked and he stood at her side. When he was rigid, she opened the condom package and slid it on his rod. He might have thought something else was going to happen, but Lo only stroked him over the condom as he looked at her. She used her left hand to fondle herself and, occasionally, she looked up at him with an open mouth as if he would or could cum in it. She knew he was about to blow and so she grabbed his member firmly in her palm and told him to cum. She could see him cumming in the condom, filling it up with his jizz. When he was done, he had to sit down in the chair next to Lo.
“That was amazing,” he said to her with much appreciation.
Lo looked at his middle-aged wife across the pool. She seemed not to care.
After the man left, Lo looked at Collin, trying to discern something from his face, but all she drew was a blank. He clearly had watched her, but what did it do for him? She looked at his crotch. It was big and full, as usual, but not displaying a raging hard-on, as she expected.
Lo turned over onto her tum. She pulled out her old trick from high school. “Collin, would you put some sunscreen on my back?” she asked.
Collin got up, put the lotion in his palm, and began applying to Lo’s shoulders.
“Lower,” she instructed.
He applied it to her back.
“Lower.”
He applied it to her lower back.
“Lower,” she said slowly.
He applied it to the dimples by her kidneys.
“Low-er,” she said even slower.
He applied it to the top of her ass.
Lo’s Ass
“Lowwww-er,” she said with a moan of pleasure.
He applied it to her ass cheeks.
She then raised her ass like a little inchworm to expose everything to the bright light of the sun, thus requiring it to get some lotion applied to it.
“Yeah,” said Lo, as Collins big hands ran between her legs, “that’s it.”
Finally getting the touch and attention she craved, she felt something welling up inside her.
“That’s enough,” she said abruptly.
Collin stopped.
Lo turned over and squeezed her legs together.
Oh shit! Oh shit! Why can’t I control this?!
She gushed from her pussy onto the lounge chair, causing it to rain onto the hot concrete beneath her. Collin and Lily saw. Lo was mortified.
“It happens sometimes,” said Lo, turning very very red in her face and on her chest.
She walked over to the showers and got under them, looking around to see if anyone saw what had just happened.
Soon the trio got dressed and packed up to leave the resort.
Feed it to Me
Faye Danielles Getting Off to Lo’s Pics
“I’m having a dinner party on Friday,” said Robert to Lo as he was about to depart from one of his rendezvous romps with Lo in our bedroom. She was standing naked in the hallway and I was opposite her, fully dressed, holding a tumbler of whiskey. Robert was between us, but facing Lo. “I was hoping you both would come,” he continued as he turned to me.
Lo walked up to him, a sparkle in her eye, and grabbed his arm. “That sounds like fun,” she said, without even consulting me or my calendar. “Who’ll be there?”
“It’s a group of colleagues from Australia. They’re here for a conference and my department nominated me to welcome them.”
“Australia!” Lo exclaimed. “I love going down under.”
“You’ve never been there,” I said, without thought to her double-entendre.
“I can’t wait,” she said without regard for my remark. “What time is the party?”
“I’ve invited people for seven,” he said, and before he could say any more Lo interrupted.
“We’ll come over at five! I love party planning!”
“But. . .” stammered Robert. “I was just inviting you to. . .”
Lo grabbed his arm and said, “A bachelor like you needs help throwing a party. Trust me. It takes a woman’s touch.” She leaned in closer to him and kissed him, her naked body pressed against his clothes as her left hand reached down and stroked his cock over his pants. “We’ll see you at five.”
Robert turned, nodded to me, and left in a rush, slightly embarrassed perhaps.
Friday Lo left work early and spent time at home getting all dolled up. By the time I walked through the door, she was wearing her black pumps, her short black skirt, and a low cut, tight fitting blouse. Her red lipstick stood out against all the black.
“Hi Daddio!” she said, “I thought you’d never get home. Are you ready to go?”
“I guess,” I said.
“Oh no,” she replied, looking me over. “You can’t go like that. Here, let me dress you.”
She led me to the bedroom where she promptly picked out exactly what she wanted me to wear.
“No, not that. I can’t stand that shirt,” I said.
“It looks great on you.”
“It’s too constricting.”
“We can’t all wear sweats all the time you know.”
“Just anything but that.”
“Fine,” she said, picking out an equally disliked shirt. I made no argument because I could see her determination.
“You just like me because I’m like you’re little plaything that you can dress up, take out, and show off,” I said.
“I could say the same about you, but I dress myself up, take myself out, and show myself off.”
“Touché.”
We left and Lo was very anxious and eager in the car. She kept rubbing my crotch as I drove and talking about the party. At some point I turned to her and said, “You know, Lo, it’s not planned to be a gangbang?”
“Who says?” she pouted.
We arrive just before five. Robert had four grocery bags full of food on the kitchen table. His plan included baking fish, a pasta side-dish, and a pie, as well as lots and lots of appetizers. Lo dove in, but before getting to work, she said, “I don’t want to get my outfit dirty while prepping.” She stripped down naked, but for her heels, and put on a cooking apron. Where it tied in the back revealed her sexy sweet ass. She was the picture of domestic bliss.
Lo was fast, efficient, and knew exactly what she wanted. Both Robert and I fumbled to keep up with her. But eventually we had everything laid out nicely, ready to receive Robert’s international cadre.
Surveying the open-plan living room and dining room, Lo seemed well pleased with her accomplishment, but then she said, “I just realized, I’m starving.” Between the kitchen and the dining room there was a tall half-wall that had a number of appetizer dishes laid out on it. Lo bent over and leaned on the wall, looking at the appetizers. As she did, her right hand moved down, behind her cooking apron and to her ass where Robert, who stood behind her could see. She added, “And I’m horny. Robert, are you up to fuck me?” she asked as she slapped her ass loudly to get his attention, as if he wasn’t already staring at her cunt.
Without a word, as if her ass slap was a special language between them, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. As he approached her from behind, she looked up at me and said, “Daddy, feed me.”
I was standing in the kitchen and saw her open her mouth. I picked up one of the small hors-d’oeuvre’s and raised it to her lips. She bit her lip as Robert entered her, but then she opened wide and took the whole thing.
“Feed me,” she commanded again as Robert was going at her from behind.
I selected a different delight for her.
Robert grabbed onto her waist. I continued to feed her and I said, “Lo, you want me to make you plump?”
“Yes Daddy. I want to be phat for you. I want to be soft and doughy.”
I continued to feed her and Robert continued to fuck her.
“Lo,” I said as I watched her tum and tits jiggle beneath her as Robert thrusted from behind, “I love your fat, your flab, your rolls, your chub, your pudge, your every delightful round, juicy, plump, perfect curve.”
She came. Then she said to me with a breathy voice, “Get me that.”
At first I didn’t know what “that” was, but she pointed. It was a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. I went to pass it to her, but she just held out her hand and said, “Pour.” I put a little in the palm of her hand. She reached back and applied it to her special spot.
“Robert,” she said, “You may have my ass now.”
Lo knew very well how, as permissive as I am, the granting of that one reserved pleasure makes me jealous. I should be the one to get the benefit of her ass. But I let her have her way. He entered her slowly as she guided him with her slippery hand. She moaned. He said, “Lo, you’re so tight.”
“Feed me!” she commanded me again. I obeyed. By this point the cooking apron’s knot had come untied and was drooping beneath her, only held up by the collar around her neck. Her tits were flopping forward and back as Robert thrust with strong movements deep in her ass. I saw her hands grab onto the marble of the countertop as she braced for a powerful orgasm. Robert began to moan loudly as he was on the cusp of cumming in her ass and Lo squeezed her knees together and held on tightly to the marble. She squirted all over Robert’s legs and the floor as he pulled out. Then Lo either decided or instinctively did something to get my ire up (and something else up). She turned round rapidly and got on her knees to take Robert’s cock in her mouth and let him explode there. She was still squirting on the floor in spurts and, when Robert finally pulled out of her hungry mouth, she collapsed in her own lady juices on the hardwood floor. Her legs were like jelly now. She squirted again as she said, “Holy fucking shit!” with both hands between her legs in a futile attempt to stem the flood.
Lola
Robert ran to the bathroom and got a few towels. He and I both helped Lo up and onto the couch, careful to place another towel under her before setting her down.
Robert dutifully cleaned up the mess on the floor and I gently kissed Lo’s forehead until she had regained some of her strength.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” said Robert cheerfully.
I removed Lo’s wet shoes and got a few paper towels to dry them off and clean them up.
Soon enough everything was neat and tidy again. Lo went to the bathroom to change back into her party outfit and spruce up a bit, leaving Robert and me alone.
“You know, you have an amazing woman,” he said. “Not only is she a fucking crazy nympho, but she can cook and host a party.”
“She’s pretty smart, too,” I added.
“That goes without saying,” he replied.
When Lo returned to the room, she looked ravishing. Even if I hadn’t witnessed it myself, her glow said, “I just got fucked beyond consciousness.” Too bad she had already been ravished by Robert and the guests were due soon, meaning I would be hard up the rest of the evening.
While she and Robert were in the living room and I in the kitchen, she said something to him I couldn’t hear. Then she came to me and was very demure.
“Daddy?” she opened.
“Yes,” I said without a hint of emotion, which gave away that I was very emotional.
“Are you mad?”
“No, Lo,” I said, perhaps lying, though I really didn’t know my own feelings.
“Kiss me,” she said.
I hesitated, but she came close and kissed me, open mouth, with lots of tongue.
When she was done, I said, “Well, wasn’t that just the coup de grâce?”
She replied, “You mean crudités?”
“I don’t know, was taking his cock in your mouth right from your ass merely an appetizer, or was it the final blow?”
“Well,” she said with a wicked smile, “I hope not final!”
She kissed me again and grabbed my package as she did saying, “Admit you liked it, Daddy?”
I said nothing, but my silence gave me away. I couldn’t both feign anger and be aroused at the same time, and the two contradictory feelings in me were wreaking havoc on my tortured soul.
Then she revealed to me the plan she and Robert had concocted together. Actually, that’s not fair. I’m sure that it was all Lo’s idea.
“Daddy,” she began, gently grabbing my arm.
“Yes?”
“If it’s ok with you, when the guests arrive, I’d like to pretend for the night that I’m Robert’s girlfriend.”
Sexercise
“Fuck! I hope that never happens again!” she blurted out as she entered the house.
I had been quietly sitting on the couch, perched in my usual spot, writing, when she burst in with a flare for the dramatic.
“What happened?” I inquired, merely raising an eyebrow.
“Get in the bedroom and I’ll tell you.”
That can only mean one thing.
I saved my work, closed my laptop, and followed her to the bedroom. By the time I got there she was already naked, her legs spread wide, her right hand slapping her pussy with a small splash.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently.
“I came as fast as I could,” I said as I began removing my clothes.
“Well, don’t cum as fast as you can now if you want to hear what I have to tell you.”
I slid into her already lubricated puss and she let out a gasp of relief.
“Am I wet, Daddy?” she asked.
“A juice box,” I said. “What is going on?”
She didn’t speak immediately. She was enjoying the ride. Her hands had moved to her sides and she was pulling her ass cheeks, spreading herself as wide as she could go.
“Can you feel me?” she asked.
“Almost not at all. Like fucking a bathtub full of warm water.”
That was enough to bring her to a mild squirting orgasm as her puss gently gurgled, soaking me, the bed, and her ass.
“Harder, Daddy. Faster.”
“If you tell me what’s going on, I’ll fuck you like a jackhammer.”
I sped up my rhythm and increased my force.
“That’s it,” she said, her eyes shut. “I’m so wet. So fucking wet.”
“I can tell,” I said, “but not for me I bet.”
“I was at the gym,” she began, as the scene played out before her shut eyes, “in my grey yoga pants.” She paused.
“Yes,” I said, bringing her back to the here-and-now.
“And I was on the adductor machine, working on my inner thighs when I noticed the guy in front of me. He was doing pull ups directly in my line of sight. Unconsciously I was watching his body go up and down while I was working my legs. Then I noticed that I was watching him – his bulging biceps, the ripples of his shoulders, his broad chest. His shirt was short, so I could see his abs, and then I looked a little lower and saw just how huge his cock was. Every time he went up and down, I was spreading and then clenching my legs together. I became self-conscious of what I was doing and looked up to see if he noticed me. Our eyes met for a moment and then. . .”
She climaxed again; this time much harder than before.
When she regained her composure, I asked, “And then what happened.”
“Daddy, it’s too embarrassing!”
“What?”
“As I was spreading my legs, completely involuntarily and without warning I. . .” she trailed off.
“You what?”
“I came. I squirted. I felt myself drenching my yoga pants until they were dripping. And he saw it all! I immediately closed my legs together and pretended to take a sip from my water bottle and somehow made it look like I had spilled it on my lap. I ran out of there as fast as I could! Oh my God! I can never go back there again!!!”
As she told me this, I had slowed and almost stopped thrusting, I was so engrossed in her story. But then she rebuked me. “Don’t stop. Come on. Fuck me. Use me. Fill me up.”
“Lo,” I said apologetically, “I can’t even feel you, you’re so wet.”
“Forget it!” she commanded, angry at me.
She pulled away so I slid out of her. She reached under the bed, grabbed her horse-cock dildo and said, “You can watch, if you want, but I need something that’s going to really fill me up.”
She stuck it to the headboard of the bed and backed into it as I was on my knees in front of her, stroking my cock.
“Are you thinking of him?” I asked as she thrusted back into the cock vigorously with her eyes closed.
“Yes,” she said honestly.
“You think he’d fill you like that?”
“Yes,” she said.
I could see that I may have been distracting her from whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind, so I continued with my masturbatory movements in silence as I watched her tits hang down and rock back and forth, thinking about what that guy must have thought of her in the gym. Suddenly I came, shooting my pent-up love all over her face. It was a surprise to her because her eyes were still shut. When she realized what I had done, it sent her into a violent hysterical paroxysm, the likes of which I had not seen in a very long time.
Her arms spread forward and her body bowed down making a “Downward Dog” movement as her cunt clenched the long, thick cock behind her.
When she regained consciousness, she said, “Maybe I’m just not made for city life. Maybe I’m meant to keep in shape by working on the farm.”