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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: In my head. Mostly. |
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| Introduction: A newly rich young man comes home to find out that his first love was glad he was back. | ||
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Chapter One. Okay, I lied. I wasn’t a teenager I was twenty; and I wasn’t a billionaire, I lost count somewhere around two hundred and sixty-eight million dollars before I handed a large part of the day-to-day stuff over to a money manager (don’t worry, they couldn’t spend it without my approval, all they did was hunt for investments for me). I grew up poor as fuck; my parents worked hard and, when I was old enough, I did too. The details of my rise to fortune are boring beyond belief; they involve a lot of hard work, a little bit of genius and the massive good luck of being in the right place at the right time. A computer needed a thing that I could provide for it right when it needed it needed it most and my boss was honest beyond all expectations. Thanks to her, my idea found its way into the right hands and the rest was history. Now for the fun stuff. My home town was small; barely a pimple of the ass of a really small thing that had pimples on its ass. When I came back home to get my head on straight and tell my parents what had happened, I discovered that I didn’t want to leave again. Now that I’d made my mark on the world I wanted to spend some time finding out what I wanted to do next, and I wanted to do some nice things for my friends and neighbors while I did it. My father advised me to refrain from letting everybody know how much money I had. He said that it would cause, in his words, ‘a feeding frenzy that could tear the entire town apart’. I saw the wisdom of his advise and told people that I had ‘access’ to some venture capital, but that the best that I could do was submit their requests for approval to ‘the suits in the big city.’ They bought it, and I was able to make lives better without suffering too badly from the greed of others. One thing about the town that I had always hated was the fact that the kids had to travel almost an hour to get to the nearest public swimming pool. There were a few streams and ponds locally, but they tended to be overrun by older teenagers who smoked weed and drank beer so it wasn’t that great a place for the little ones to play. I bought a five acre parcel of land on the outskirts of town and had a small house built on it. When it was done, I then proceeded to build an Olympic sized swimming pool in the ‘back yard’. I tried to be quiet about it; that lasted about four days after groundbreaking (a record for the town that was still talked about years later). The pool was about a week from being completed; only a bit of detail work and some landscaping was left. The final building inspection would happen when the last blade of grass was put in and opening day would be two weeks after that, the day after school let out for the summer. I was sitting in an outdoor recliner in the middle of my newly mowed front lawn one early afternoon, going over some things on my work-pad when I sensed a presence next to my shoulder. I knew who it was, but pretended to not notice her. I could hear her shuffling her feet as I continued to ignore her. She figured out what I was doing and huffed in exasperation; seconds later I felt a slobber-covered finger jam its way into my ear canal. I jumped out of my seat and glared at the tiny form rolling on the lawn, holding her sides and screaming with laughter. It would do no good to yell at her; in the twelve years that she’d been alive, no one had ever been successful in taming her wild ways. One time, when she was six-years-old she disappeared for two days, only to show up dirty and naked on a bench in the town square with a mountain lion cub sleeping next to her. Only I knew the entire story of that adventure, but I had promised her never to tell, so I didn’t. “Hello, Bobcat,” I said, as I poked the sleeve of my t-shirt into my ear to dry it out. Her name was actually Theodora, after a great-aunt who was a local hero a hundred years or so ago, but she’d punch you in the cock if you called her that. To the entire town, she was ‘Cat’; only I got to call her Bobcat. “Hey, Pud,” she answered as she wiped tears of glee from her eyes, “Whatcha doin’?” “I’m designing a series of waterslides for the pool; here, look at what I have so far.” She glanced at my schematics and shrugged, “That’s cool, but I could do better.” *Ping* Challenge accepted! “Fine, Bob, here you go.” I handed her the pad and a stylus and she quickly went to work; her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth while she worked and I waited. It wouldn’t take her long to do her thing; she was nothing if not efficient. In less than ten minutes she had things to her liking and handed me back the pad with a familiar look of smug satisfaction plastered all over her face. I scrolled over her work; she was right, her work was way better than mine, except for the one that would have required a break in the laws of physics. She knew when I got to that one because the look on my face caused her to break into another round of hysterical giggling. I shook my head and e-mailed the plans, even the impossible one, to my construction foreman; she’d translate the real ones into a set of blueprints (and give me a load of shit about the joke one) and we’d begin installing the slides later in the summer as sort of a “but wait, there’s more” kind of things for the kids to enjoy. I wasn’t worried about Bobcat spilling the beans, unlike most in this town she would die before she gave up a juicy secret. Chapter Two I’d installed an outdoor shower near the pool and I absolutely loved to use it each day. It was made up of two dozen shower heads that could be controlled individually, or as a group, mounted on three fat towers in the middle of the floor, with a few dozen more mounted on a series of pipes above a huge clear plexi-glass enclosure that surrounded the area on three sides. No matter where you turned, there was plenty of room to get squeaky clean before you hit the pool and after you were done swimming. One of the corners had a semi-private enclosure where I could strip butt-ass naked and soap up from head to foot. I was doing just that when Bobcat’s mother poked her head in and purred at me. She was almost as wild as her daughter; a beautiful red-head with large breasts complementing an hourglass figure that I’d been in love with since before the Cat had been released upon the world. The first time that I’d seen her naked I’d been around eight years old, swimming in the stream that ran behind both of our houses. A sudden splash and a great weight hitting my back sent me deep under the water and almost into an early grave. The next thing that I knew, I was lying on the river bank and Neena was giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I coughed and sputtered and, unfortunately, threw up all over her. She was full of apologies for diving into the stream without looking and almost killing me; it was the only time that anyone had ever heard her say that she was sorry for anything. She ignored the vomit that was plastered to her front until she was sure that I was all right; then she stripped out of her one-piece swimsuit and proceeded to soak it in the river. At the age of eight, I hadn’t really thought about the opposite sex, but seeing her sixteen-year-old body swaying and wiggling as she worked the puke out of her suit changed my outlook forever. Her breasts were beautiful as they bobbled on her chest, they weren’t as large as they would become, about a ‘B’ cup that day, but they were still bigger than most of the teenage girls in town at the time. When she bent over to splash water on her chest, I could clearly see the split of her pussy below her wrinkled asshole. Her wild red pubic hair was neatly trimmed and her lips were plump and naked as they blew sideways kisses at me, opening and closing repeatedly as she bent way over in her efforts to send my vomit downstream. I was sure that it never occurred to her that she was naked in front of an eight-year-old boy; she just didn’t think of things that way. I was okay, she had vomit on her, and she needed to fix the situation, so she did. When she was clean, she started to slip her swimsuit back on but stopped unexpectedly. A look came over her face and she squatted on the bank next to the water. My eyes popped open as a stream of piss shot out of her pussy and dug a hole in the wet dirt. When she was finished she quickly pulled the suit back on and we spent the rest of the afternoon swimming in the stream. And I spent the rest of my childhood and beyond completely in love with her. It was the talk of the town when she got pregnant later that summer; she absolutely refused to name the father and several marriages were on the rocks for a long time as speculation ran rampant through the tiny community. When Theodora was born with a full head of curly blond locks and bright green eyes, a combination that didn’t match any of the known suspects, it was decided that Neena had hunted in one of the other nearby towns for her fun and things settled back down. We were a small town, but we weren’t too judgmental and Bobcat was never shit on for not having a father. Good thing she wasn’t, ‘cause she’d have no problem cutting a bitch. Anyway, when Neena poked her head into the shower that afternoon, it had been a few years since I’d seen her; no real reason, we were both just busy with things that kept us apart. She was wearing a yellow swimsuit similar to the one that she’d been in That Day; she found a thing that she liked and she stuck with it until something better came along. I wasn’t worried about her seeing me naked, since That Day it we’d both had occasion to flash the birthday suit at each other; it wasn’t a big deal. “Wow, Pud, you have really grown up since the last time you came home.” She eyed me up and down and, for the first time since I’d known her, I actually felt naked when I was naked with her. I gulped and stared at her. She was almost twenty-nine and the beauty of her face made my heart hurt. Her red hair was worn long now with loose curls that brushed her shoulders. Her breasts had stopped growing in the large ‘C’ cup range and her figure was willowy and perfect. I knew that she had barely visible stretch marks around her hips and breasts from her pregnancy, but they just made her more perfect in my eyes, because she’d gotten them by growing baby Bobcat in her womb. I’d been with other women since I’d left town four years ago, but none of them ever compared to this woman in my heart. My cock started to react as a sudden image of her winking asshole and pussy from The Day flashed through my head. Her eyes zeroed in on my groin as my pole slowly grew to point directly at her like a divining rod seeking a huge source of water; it seemed to be telling me that it knew where the ultimate treasure was located. Her eyes met mine as her lovely smile grew wide on her face. As it did on That Day so long ago, my life was about to change in an instant, with no going back. Afraid to break the mood by talking, I simply held out my soapy hand and she quickly stepped into the enclosure, absently pulling the door closed with her foot as she came towards me. The walls of the privacy booth stopped about eight feet up and the roof had half-a-dozen shower heads stuck haphazardly all over it; it was a dim, cozy place with the door shut, but sunlight still peeked in from around the edges so we could both see well enough. Her hand met mine and she quickly plastered herself against my slippery suds-covered body. More than a decade of desire for this goddess-in-human-form swelled my cock and a massive load of cum exploded out of me the moment we touched. She felt me pulsing against her stomach and looked down to see my semen splattering against her belly. Her hand found my cock and gently pulled on the shaft, slowly jerking me off and enjoying the feeling of each pulse as it shot up my shaft and did its best to impregnate her swimsuit. I gasped and she continued to rub my slowly shrinking member; our foreheads met and rested for a moment before she turned her head kissed me hard. When we came up for air several minutes later, I said, “Sorry about that; that orgasm has been building for almost thirteen years.” Realization dawned in her eyes and she said, “You mean since that day by the river? Oh, my god! I never even thought…” I leaned down and kissed her again; she was almost a full head shorter than I was. She let go of my temporarily useless cock and wrapped her arms around my chest in a tight hug that I never wanted to end. I held onto her, just reveling in the feeling of being with her at last. She knew that I’d always had a crush on her; she wouldn’t have done this if she just wanted a quick fuck, no matter how horny she may have been. As we tried to devour each other with our hungry mouths she quickly slipped the straps of her swimsuit over her shoulders and started to work it off of her body. I stopped her before she could and said, “Please let me; I’ve wanted to unwrap this package most of my life.” The intensity of my desire for her washed over her and she shuddered; she told me later that my words had actually given her a tiny orgasm. She had always been scared by the depth of my feelings for her; a part of her actually felt unworthy of such devotion and she didn’t think that she could live up to the expectation. But when Bobcat had told her that I wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon, she finally bit the bullet and sought me out, hoping against hope that it was the right thing to do. My fingers found the straps of her suit and I slowly pulled it down towards her feet. Each bit of her skin that revealed itself to me was met with a hello kiss or a quick flick of the tongue. The sweat on her body was salty and wonderful; the scent of her made my head swim. Her areolas were tiny on the front of her wonderful breasts, as were the hard nipples that poked out from their middles. I’d seen them before, but never this close and the knowledge that they were mine to devour brought my cock back to life again. I had to be oh-so-careful as I took her nipple into my mouth; as my passion grew, I could easily hurt her. She moaned as my teeth gently scraped her puckered skin; I applied just the tiniest bit of pressure and she jerked and shuddered again. I switched to the other breast; I could have spent the entire afternoon on each one, but I had places to go and pussy to eat. “Bite it, Pud.” She whispered in my ear, “Mark it so we both know I’m yours.” I moaned at her words and bit her breast, just breaking the skin. She cried out and sank to the shower floor. I held on and went down with her; tasting a slight copper flavor that flowed over my tongue. I sucked and licked her hard nipple until she screamed and jerked from my mouth. I watched in amazement as she came over and over again, shuddering in pleasure under the pulsing jets of the shower heads. Seeing the pleasure that I’d caused her almost made me cum again, but I was able to squeeze the base of my cock until things settled back down. She lay there, gasping for air while I pulled her swimsuit down and off her legs. Her pussy hair was red and wild as ever, but she was always careful to keep the lips shaved and ready for action, whatever that action happened to be. My fingers parted her lips and my tongue delved in to taste her musky fluids. She was almost exhausted from her previous orgasms so she could only gasp and run her fingers through my wet hair as I brought her to yet another bone-crunching explosion. Her fluids gushed and I drank them down. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me over her body. As I settled on top of her, my cock slid into her cunt with absolutely no resistance. I froze and languished in her swamp-like interior while the warm water sprayed down on our prone bodies. She was almost unconscious beneath me and I waited for her eyes to stop rolling around in her head and focus on my face. She came back into her head and jumped, startled, as she realized that I was balls deep in her pussy; I jumped, startled, as her strong pussy muscles squeezed my shaft from root to tip. We both moaned in stereo and she grabbed my head, bringing it to her face and kissing me hard. Our teeth clicked together and she bit my lip, gently, as I began to stroke into her. She pressed her forehead against mine and groaned in pleasure. My hand found her breast and squeezed her nipple hard between my fingers; she jolted as the soap suds on my fingers found the spot that I’d bitten and filled every damaged millimeter with stinging fluid. She hissed at the pain and her eyes rolled back in her head again; three more stabbing thrusts caused me to gush every sperm cell that I’d ever produced far into her body; I hunched and pressed deep into her, each spasm jerking my body painfully as the fluid rushed to escape my body and find a new home in hers. I collapsed on her nearly limp form when the last spasm shot through my body; she grunted and I use the last of my energy stores to slip to the side before I crushed her. It took a great effort but I was able to flip onto my back with a great big splash and she snuggled against my chest. The timer hit and the shower water turned itself off; the sudden silence allowed us to quietly slip into a light sleep. My eyes popped open a bit later as the temperature began to drop in the enclosure. I shivered and my bladder began to scream at me. I tried to move, but was in too much pain from lying still for so long after the strain of our vigorous fuck session. I held it for as long as I could, but eventually a great fountain of urine shot straight into the air and splashed across my stomach and chest, right where Neena’s head was laying. If she’d still been asleep, it would have been a rude awakening, but my struggles to move had gotten her attention. She turned her head and opened her mouth; the stream quickly filled all the available space and spilled out over her lips. She quickly swallowed her mouthful and groaned as she scooted her tired, sore body down to take my limp meat into her mouth and drink the yellow fluid down. She settled her lips over my cockhead and swallowed over and over until I was finally empty. The pure nastiness of what she did had my cock rising for a third time. She nuzzled and lipped at the head as it grew in her mouth. When it was all the way hard she ran her mouth up and down the shaft like an ear of corn. I moaned at the soft pressure and a large blob of pre-cum oozed out. She lapped it up before struggling to climb on top of me. We both wanted this so bad and the pain made the success of our second coupling that much sweeter. The controls for the shower were foot activated so it was nothing to reach out and punch the water on again. We both yelped at the sudden spray of cold but it quickly turned hot as the giant water heater kicked in. She turned her head and swished a mouthful of water around before plastering her mouth onto mine. The warm water helped to loosen my muscles and I was able to wrap her in my arms as my cock found her cum-filled pussy a second time. She spread her legs wide and I sank into her again. We still couldn’t move that much so we just hunched against each other, my cock slipping in and out of her slimy hole an inch or so. She wiggled and stretched and was soon able to sit up and sink down onto my shaft. I was forced to lay there as she slowly, hesitantly, began to slide up and down on my. I watched my cock disappear into her again and again. She was definitely recovering faster than I was and was soon rising and falling and groaning and squeezing. She shuddered and came a couple of times, clamping down on my cock and making me grunt with animal passion. A look came over her face and she paused with my shaft deep inside of her pussy. I knew that look and she locked eyes with me. I nodded and she quickly pulled off of my shaft and settled her hot pussy onto my mouth. I’d never had the opportunity to enjoy pee games, but they’d fascinated me ever since I’d seen this amazing girl drill a hole in the dirt That Day; now she was going to do the same to the back of my throat. She leaned forwards and caught her weight on her hands; she began to rub her pussy on my tongue. Most of my cum had gone wherever cum goes after a good fuck and I only caught a hint of it here and there as I devoured her girl juices. She groaned and a tiny spurt of urine hit my tongue; I swallowed it down, absently deciding that it didn’t really have much flavor, and she let loose with a hard stream that quickly filled my mouth with a stronger flavored drink. She relaxed as I gulped her offering down and settled down on her elbows to really let go. I ran my hands over her soft ass-cheeks and pressed my finger against her asshole. She reached back and grabbed a cheek, spreading it wide to give me room to play. I’d swallowed all of her juices so sticking my finger in would have caused her pain; I played with her puckered ring, pushing gently and rubbing the sensitive glands while she finished urinating in my mouth. The last of her liquid gold dripped onto my tongue and I licked her all over, looking for every last drop. She shivered as I pressed against her clit and brought more of her juices to the party. She slid back down and rubbed her pussy up and down my shaft. When it was good and slimy, she aimed the head and sank her impossibly tight asshole onto my cock. It was slow going as she worked up and down, and twisted her hips to spread her juices all around so that getting me into her poop shooter didn’t actually do any damage to the tender flesh. The very tightness of her anus kept me from cumming right away, but she soon loosened up and I was able to start pumping all of me deep into her. I didn’t last too long, even after multiple orgasms; we both cried out and exploded in pleasure at the same time. A fountain of girl-cum shot out of her pussy and drenched my stomach and I filled her anus with a few long squirts of baby batter. We were both finally done for the day as she collapsed on my chest and we lay gasping for air. I hugged her tight and kissed her on her shower-soaked head. She moved and I was soon kissing her soft lips as my cock slipped from her asshole with a wet fart following loudly behind it. She whooped in embarrassment and we giggled until the shower shut off again. This wonderful woman had changed my life for a second time; I wondered what was going to happen next. |
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