My favorite time of the year has arrived: The ‘Embers’ !!! I love everything to do with holidays and celebration and it seems that the last 4 months of the year are when the world starts to rejoice! I look … Continue reading
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I heard Karen calling in the distance.
“Listen Christina, you better get your ass sober and take us home or…or…else!” I vehemently threatened her.
“Look. Raelene.” Christina stared at me with green eyes glistening in fury. “YOU are the one who got us in the situation, okay. Don’t be a bitch. I’m drinking…but I will sober up in an few hours but until then, you better deal with it. Go deal with the girl you wanted so badly.” She spat and walked away toward the kitchen. My blood felt like it had transformed into hot poison as it coiled wildly through my body. My head felt like it would implode from anger.
Karen came up from behind me and put her strong tan arms around my body; she smelled of chlorine and I melted at her touch. “Rae…” The violent rage I had felt just seconds before started to dissipate.
She kissed me behind ear, right on the sensitive part of my neck. “Don’t be mad at me.” she whispered. “Let’s go dry off and have another beer, k? You a’ight?” she asked gently.
“Yeah, yeah alright, I’m cool. It’s just you’re married…you’re wife…I…”
“Don’t worry, okay. I wouldn’t hurt ya. Everything is okay. She ain’t here and ain’t comin'” Karen reassured me with firmness as she took my hand and led me back to the wood-paneled side bedroom.
She plopped down on the bed, watching me from her perch. I surveyed the contents of the cramped bedroom: books strewn all over, random gold keys on the dresser and wooden table, unopened mail that had been delivered to her address first class.
“Watchu doin’, come lay down with me.” She smiled boldly.
I obliged. I sunk into the soft mattress on the queen sized bed and found myself wrapped in her arms once more. I was not nervous and did not expecting anything. “So, I…” the words were barely out of my mouth, when Karen gently grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips worked mine open, forcefully, within seconds her tongue was in my mouth. I did not relent but passionately responded to the gesture. A subdued moan issued from my throat as she began to manipulate my hair away from my face and gain dominion over my body; in a swift motion she rearranged her lean figure on top of me and urged me to lie beneath her. The weight of her body pressed into my form mixed with the sexual aggressive move only intensified our kisses. I did not know what was about happen; my mind had gone blank with lust. Suddenly she drew back from our embrace, straddling me as she unclasped her bra. I gazed up at her, emotionless, and I considered her body. Her breasts were small and perky. “JILL” was tattooed over the left one.
That must be her wife’s name. I thought.
Her body was completely youthful and impeccable, appeared to be not a day over 25. She had a 50 year olds’ face and 25 year olds’ body.
She leaned back over me; her left breast was above my face. With one hand Karen cradled the back of my head and forced my face upward, my closed mouth made contact with her pink nipple.
“Suck on it, come on.” She instructed me and I complied. Her nipple was hard but the surrounding skin was soft and supple on the tip of my tongue. Her moans were deep and agonized as she rubbed her hand between my legs. I reacted to the touch; the pressure caused a chill to race throughout my body.
“Oh my god…” I whispered in anticipation.
“Yeah? Suck on the other one.”
I put my mouth on her other nipple, as she simultaneously took her touch from the outside of my panties to the inside and made contact with my vagina. Everything was happening so fast. She had my legs pinned open and my pussy lips were parted, allowing her exploratory access.
I did not have to ask.
Two fingers went deep inside of my wet cunt which involuntarily tightened on contact. Karen was working around the hollow space with surprising skill: it felt better than a penis or a sex toy.
“…Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” my head sunk deeper into the bed pillows, as she cradled my arching back and continued to finger fuck me with the other hand.
“Like that baby? Come on. Come on.”
Only a minute had passed before I felt the first signs of an orgasm spread over my body. Each of my senses was on fire and my mind was blank as she fucked me. Seconds elapsed. She was grabbing my back and digging into it as I came: my body rocked back and forth and the sensation pounded through me with such agonizing intensity that I could not even scream.
I collapsed immediately after the initial peak had subsided. My cunt felt like a ruptured bulb. I was dripping wet and too sensitive to be touched anymore.
I knew it was my turn and allowed her to ease me into performing the action. She did not say a word and did not have too. I watched her remove her panties and reveal her perfect cunt: I was mesmerized. It looked like an untouched rose: absolutely flawless and hairless. Not what I had expected.
Straddling me, she inched her body closer to my face. My head rested between her open legs and I watched in silence, only closing my eyes when her pussy made contact with my lips and I opened my mouth to please her. The taste was familiar and I greedily worked my tongue into the wet space. Karen responded graciously, by rocking her hips in a rhythmic motion over my face, making my tongue roll over her clit and back down over and over again.
I put my hands on her ass, it was small and soft, her skin felt like silk.
She was completely youthful and pure like a model that was insured for millions of dollars and had not let their skin experience the environmental abuse of daily life.
Enjoying her pussy, I closed my eyes and let her ravage me. She moved my hands from her tiny waist, pinning them above my head and held them down as she rode my face. Her screams were becoming louder with each passing moment and I knew it would be over soon.
Her thighs tightened their grip around my head. There was a long pause and she held her pussy down over my face and stopped moving, but her entire body was contracted in pleasure. A shrill squeak pierced the air before she rolled off of me and collapsed seconds later.
We do not say a word to each other for 10 minutes. I stared at the ceiling as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Ya know what?” She broke the silence.
“You’re so sexy…you have a great ass. And nice tits. They’re nearly perfect.” She laughed and turned to look at me.
I scoff, “Nearly?”
I was offended. “Uh, why nearly?”
“Well…well because nothin’s perfect.”
I am really enjoying my mini vacation here in Flagstaff, AZ; the drive up here was pleasant, the weather is bright and brilliant as always. And at night, the air is sweet and cool, a perfect low temperature.
Tonight, I will probably drag my sister to the movies and to Coldstone to indulge in my favorite ice cream combination: cake batter + cookie dough + cinnamon crumb s+ gummy bears. My dad and I were arguing this morning about how I “can’t have ice cream for breakfast.” His defense was that it will make me fat, and it is the “worst” thing I could eat in the morning. My rebuttal is: I am 20 years old, if I want to eat ice cream for every meal, by golly I will!
At the local bookstore, I bought this beautiful treasure:
In summary, the book details a college students’ political commentary and otherwise during his stay at Columbia University from 1966-68. Heck yeah. Anything like this makes my brain pulse; I only like to read about taboos, politics, and people who have the blood of a rebel (like me, yet are trapped in the streets of soul-draining
suburbia plotting an escape).
I only search for books that are considered controversial; anything that keeps me inspired. I am in a political mood right now, because I am watching the movie Milk for the first time; it is the only DVD my sister has besides X-Men First Class which does not interest me, whatsoever. So, there.
La vie boheme!