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Livin' In the Country

Chapter 25

                        Livin' In the Country - Chapter 25

 

      Members of the distaff side do have an advantage over we inferior men when it comes to the depth and length of time they experience an orgasm. One has to be very careful with one's words in describing something that it is impossible to know first hand. On the other side of the coin this has not prevented some of the most outrageous claims attributed to those of the cloth, practioners of the legal trade, those running for elective office, persons occupying positions of trust in the various branches of government and sellers of every imaginable corporate instrument, to name but a few of the most obvious. Once more I have fallen victim to the curse of the soapbox, and for the umpti-umpth time I foreswear ever indulging in this form of self abuse ever again, or until next time I am struck by one of the various foibles displayed by mankind.

 

      Liker most male members of any species, after a romp in the hay there is nothing to match a nice long nap so that the juices have a chance to refresh themselves for another effort. Unfortunately for this member a rather significant obstacle in the person of Charlotte's granddaughter loomed large on the horizon, in fact it was more like in my face. My fourteen year-old sex partner remained unfulfilled and wanted me to do something about it and not later, now!

 

      Under normal circumstances I would have been delighted to accommodate this fresh faced, rapidly maturing blossom. However between the midday welcome back get-together featuring Belinda and a cast of other more seasoned ladies, coupled with my most recent successful encounter of the intimate kind with her granny, my reserves were at a low ebb. This did not sit well with the cute teen who seemed to know a lot more about satisfying a man than a person of her age should.

 

      Before I could roll over and feign being fast asleep, this tigress was upon me. I felt her fim hand wrapping around the base of my wilting member, while its mate took control of my family jewels, gripping them like some kind of vise. She had me fair and square; I was hers to do with as she pleased, provided it did not offend some law of physics. The next thing I knew she had me in a lip lock and what seemed like two or three feet of wiggling, wet, warm tongue began to intrude into places that it should not have been. But what separated me from my senses was none of the above. It was her breath that she snorted from her delicate nostrils that got me all hot and bothered. Go figure that one out? This little minx had discovered by accident another one of my erogenous zones, the area on my face between my upper lip and nose. Who would have believed it?

 

      My new erogenous zone soon was transmitting messages to my sleepy appendage, rousing it from its stupor. In addition I was now galvanized into action on other fronts. I began to suck that pink snake that was nosing around inside my mouth, and at the same time my fingers were turning those pebbles on Belinda's chest into pencil erasers much to our mutual delight. Things were beginning to heat up on all sorts of spots resulting in an increase in the amount of musk being generated by this little sexual dynamo as well as the development of a cloud of pheromones that each of us had a part in creating. Despite my previous exertions, I was ready to enter the lists for at least one final joust.

 

      We remained nose to nose, eyes locked, chests melding and our loins, well what else, they too were on the verge of concluding a docking maneuver of sorts. We rotated into a male superior position, eyes wide and staring. Then our crotches aligned and we were joined as one. Ignition was reached when I damn near swallowed her probing tongue and made the first of what would prove to be many dozens of thrusts that brought us closer and closer to anothe level of enjoyment. All this time a part of my psyche was denying that this lithe teenager could possibly be doing to me what she was doing. It was truly amazing. Then out of the blue came lift-off without the benefit of a count-down. We were on our way and devil take the hindmost.

 

      I will not even attempt to describe what we two discovered on our trip to a slightly different astral plane, but suffice to say, it was most educational and inspirational as well. We returned somewhat winded and eager for a rest before resuming our investigations of each other's body. There waiting for us with a broad grin on her face was Charlotte, rested and quite refreshed. She was most avid for another visit to wherever she and I had gone previously. I pleaded exhaustion, but she would have none of that. It appeared that yours truly was in for a long evening.

 

      It was then that my previous line of work at E-cubed Productions stood me in good stead. I thought back to those long hours under the hot lights as the directors, such as they were, changed their minds, the scripts, the sex positions, the partners, the players, the boom locations and even the lighting in hopes of finding that something new and original, the holy grail of the porn shoot. Somehow this never resulted in anything new, merely wasted time, energy and semen. Even as a stunt cock, which is the highest I ever climbed in the porn food chain, there were tricks to the trade. I learned natural techniques, as opposed to most who depended upon drugs for staying ready, holding back and delivering on cue. Now was the time to reach back and come up with some of the old methods that helped me get through many a confused and lengthy shoot.

 

      I willed myself to be back on one of those sets waiting for my big moment. Sweating profusely under the hot lights was the one and only Pandora Box, her crotch grinding down this salami attached to one of the leading porn studs in the business. Unfortunately for Pandora she would never be able to get this stallion to loose his load all over her patrician face and jutting boobs due to the enormous amount of drugs he took to guarantee his erection, plus the little known fact that to quote him, "he wasn't into girls". Rumor had it he wasn't into anything except animals, but that was perhaps just a "catty" remark made by one of his costars or rivals.

 

      While I was capturing that image of Pandora Box in all her inarticulate glory and implanting it into my mind, Charlotte had made her move, capturing my shrinking member in her mouth and doing her best to resuscitate it to its former glory. I now focused my mind on superimposing the image of Ms. Box onto my charming hostess, Charlotte. In a sense it was a poor man's mind meld done from a distance, but somehow it seemed to be working. My mind was now engaged in detouring blood from other less needy portions of my body to the seat of power.

 

      Charlotte, my now blonde sex partner, quickly noticed the improvement in my rigidity and set to work increasing it still further with some of her patented moves, learned over many decades of friendly strife on numerous battle grounds. I concentrated on holding the illusion, allowing my charming hostess to have her way with me. Just as I was on the verge of congratulating myself on a job well done, Belinda regained her senses and decided there was room for one more pussy. Before I could defend myself she planted that well fucked candygram of a cunt down onto my face, blotting out the light and in a small way actually strengthening my ability to concentrate.

 

      Having never experienced the lips of Pandora Box wrapped around my pecker, it was a simple matter to imagine her doing what my other partner in lust was performing. Being blinded by Belinda's sweet tasting pussy made it no challenge at all to dream that the slim, sensuous body of Erotique, the cocoa colored lovely now returned to the porno flock, was treating me to what I had hoped for when I first met her. The rest proved surprisingly easy. I blindly groped until I had my hands cupping a set of firm rounded buns that could only belong to the lady of color. As I squeezed them she started to rock her dripping pussy up and down in response to the pressure I applied. Now I could breath and thus gain some strength. It was translated into a series of powerful thrusts that literally lifted Pandora Box into the air until just the head of my sex organ was making contact with that marvelous twat.

 

      This success emboldened me to greater efforts, so I began attacking Erotique's juicy but salty grotto that was located between her thighs. My tongue speared deep into that musky, earthen channel and I could feel the flesh clamped against the sides of my face pebbling from the stimulation I was providing. It was fairly obvious that she was getting warmed up for another jaunt among the stars, quite surprising considering that no body fluids had yet been exchanged, unless you considered my saliva and the strange mixture of tastes and textures that were leaking from her secret place as some prudes described her twat. That warm, wet pussy was bouncing dangerously high and becoming a menace to my countenance. It was time for some independent action, which I took.

 

      Poor Erotique went ass over tea kettle as I jacknifed my body to throw her off, and at the same time reached out and fastened my hands onto Pandora's ripe hangers and held on for dear life as she responded with a loud voice that was distinctly different than the one I remembered. I pulled the lady in question down to my chest and wrapped my legs securely around her waist to give me some serious leverage which I put to good use. Where the energy to perform these feats of strength came from will remain a great mystery, but suffice to say within a matter of minutes I had poor Pandora begging for mercy as my swift sword skewered her with might and main.

 

      Keeping my eyes tightly shut to avoid breaking the fantasy, I rolled my partner over so that I was on top of her and then proceeded to pound her pussy to mush, or at least that's the way it felt as I drilled and filled Pandora to her limit and beyond. Somehow Erotique had managed to survive going into outer space and she joined in the fun, grabbing my ears and using them like reins to direct my face and especially my tongue into her juicy dripping cunt. She was tasty in the extreme, and I lost control and began to gnaw on portions of her pubic mound, frightening her no end. All the while I was beating a tattoo of frenzied energy into Pandora's box, and the way she was huffing and puffing did not fit with the fantasy of being coupled to a teenaged porn star. They say that timing is everything and so with the last ounce of strength I possessed and the fleeting memory of what a porn star goddess looked like, I launched Charlotte into another astral plane of existence, her second for the night.

 

      By some miracle there was something left in this tiger's tank. Now free of my protective fantasy I was in a position to strike fear and terror into the heart of this nonchalant fourteen year-old. I grabbed her by the buns and pinched until she yelped, but refused to allow her to escape. If it was more of "doing what comes naturally in the country", that this snot-nosed teenage goddess to be wanted, then by gum she was going to get her share here and now. I pinned her to the mattress right beside the simulacrum of her granny and gave her a good going over. I gave Belinda a boinking  that left her bruised and bewildered all at the same time. This partially explained the wide berth the ladies at the feed lot and lumber yard gave me the following day. Just as well since I was hurting in places I didn't know I even had.

 

      After my second shower of the day, considered almost heresy by country folks, I got under the covers and made sure that Charlotte was fully recovered from her second trip of the evening. Then just as I was on the verge of falling off to sleep, the picture of Mimi Marlowe popped into my mind. I suddenly remembered what she was wearing under that pretty dress and what it meant. Mimi Marlowe, my Mimi, was going out on a drive-in movie date with some other fella. Now what did all that mean for my future prospects?

Women, you can't live with them and for sure you can't live without them!

 

                  ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )


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