2 – Now When?


So I watched Judy rise out of bed. I can never take my eyes off of her when she is naked. I know she likes that. She has told me she finds it reassuring. I concur. When you stop looking at the person in your life when they are naked it is all over. Not finishing. Not coming into the home stretch, but full and well kaput.


Her breasts. Glorious tits might I add were still full and round with ever prominent erect nipples. Sensitive occasional orgasm inducing nipples. Well, more than occasional. She can squirm and seep from an errant brush of a hand over said rack of desire. A well placed tweak betwixt thumb and forefinger can elicit a gasp and full body quiver. It may have taken a lifetime of difficult, petulant, hard to never being pleased women in my life to arrive here. But here I ever gratefully am.  


Sure you might be thinking , “Where’s the challenge in that?” I will take the endless stream of pleasure derived and pleasure given of this most satisfying of sexual relationships. You can keep your hard fought conquests. Been there. Done that.

I felt myself rally as I watched her small behind exit the room and I hoped wherever she wandered in our home in the sky she wouldn’t tarry. Because I was going to take her around the block one more time.


Life was good. I rolled over and hung my head over the edge of the bed. I enjoyed the bottoms of the clouds as they floated under Lake Michigan. I could see sail boats that had headed out this beautiful spring morning early in the season. I hoped they were experienced because Lake Michigan can throw some serious spitballs at the novice and occasional foolishly bold part time mariners. I was awash in self satisfaction with my navigation of some perilous financial waters to have arrived here at this best time of my life. I was reassessing how secure I was feeling and why that should feel new to me, since it had been over a decade since I had even the slightest trepidation of my income waning gibbous in relation to my outflows. The one decision of cutting my losses through a painful divorce before more damage could be done financially was in my view the turning point. Never again will I make that error.


I liked my bed up here in the clouds with the wall of windows that look out over the big lake with my head hung over the side of the big four poster bed. I enjoyed fucking other women in this bed that Toni picked out. I liked her demand to get it in the settlement. I dug my heels in on that one and since I had paid for everything in out fourteen year marriage I won. I have enjoyed digging my heels in while fucking the other woman that rode this four posted monstrosity as they rode me. Many noted that it did not seem to be my taste in furniture but I deflected with a vague reference to sentimental value and kept my lurid fucking revenge reveries to myself.


Why spoil a moment.


I watched the boats sail on the ceiling of blue as the puffy cotton ball clouds made a moving carpet of peace. I was at peace now.

It was then my upside down landscape was replaced by the perfectly place blonde fringed pussy du Judy at the perfect height for a perfect lickin.  


“Am I blocking your view?” Judy purred  


The high elevation of the bed and the length of Judy’s legs were the best argument ever for predestination so I reached up, grasped ass, and pulled her fresh out of the shower cunt to my eagerly salivating mouth. Both snatch and tongue were prelubbed for her oral pleasuring which she leaned into and exclaimed, “Oui Oui Pierre mon fleur,”  as she bore witness to my stiffening prick.


I was lost in flowing folds as she sank low to meet my adoring tongue and her legs parted to reveal my upside down lakescape once more. I floated on her scent and plumbed and bobbed in her snatch when she said cryptically “You just got back so that stiff one will have to wait to be released.”  


I felt her legs buckle as she slid off my face into a quivering lump of orgasm jello.

I admired my day with my mast rising high, spread eagle on my post marital bed. With hopes of a special Judy fuck demurred from just moments ago, I was still ever hopeful in spite of wondering what Judy meant by me just getting back.  

I had no recall of the previous slither by now.


Judy looked wonderful splayed on the floor, her taste fresh I my lips. My hard on raging to my nethers that needed to feel her delightfully tight pussy split as my cock found it’s way into her heavenly splendor. How a woman her age could still be tighter than some ass I sampled in my day was a joy and mystery to be revered. Just the thought had me slipping and stretching my six foot frame over her five foot three blonde on blonde body like a puffer fish showing off to intimidate.

Judy knew me harmless and said, “Seems you need a refresher. Go read your journal and see if your really want to take the chance of another of your time spurting cummings and goings?”

“Journal?” Was all I could muster as my erection toyed with her sweetened folds. Usually my fires no longer burn at the same level of Kelvin as they have in the past, but this morning they were off the scale. As my Judy lay on the carpet in our high rise home, her large soft breasts pulled apart and resting nicely in her armpits, her freshly eaten pussy still splayed and moist from my oral ministrations. Her womanly essence radiating up to me called me to straddled her at her stomach and placed my mast in between her large fluffy bald armpit kittens. She sighed and pushed them together engulfing me in her bath oiled and scented breasts and said “I hope you stick around after. But I can never even can tell when you leave, so it’s no skin off my tits.”  


I was beyond listening or even caring at this point. I could tell she was welcoming me with her breasts and her cryptic warnings meant nothing to me at this point. I just felt my cock sliding in the lizard brain induced bucking hip thrusting motion of fucking a desirous female in places that will not propagate the species. Judy would greet the tip of my prick with a tongue swipe when it traveled up to her mouth only to slide back between her glorious boobs.


Repeat, enjoy. Repeat, enjoy. Repeat, enjoy. When my cum flowed it came in velocity and ferocity of a twenty year old me as it spurted. On her beautiful face. Ooof. Her glorious tits. uuuHHH. Her elegant neck. AHHHHHHH. Her……Schluuuup.


Fragrant Furrows

I found the tip of my tongue plowing fragrant furrows topped with a huge tangle of black bush. It was a not unfamiliar, but a rather rare occurrence in my life. I could tell I had been drinking. That has not been so rare. I could tell I was much younger because I was about to come in my pants while eating… who? I peeked up and there she was. Gina. I could tell by the toned, well muscled, long legged, and spare breasted frame. But this time Brittany was sitting upon Gina’s face with a look of hunger in her eyes and a sly devious intensity being sent in my direction. Her eyes were big and blue even without the large framed spectacles she usually wore at work. I was extra grateful that on this special occasion of the company Christmas party Britney had eschewed her usual blue jeans for a little black dress. Even better was the black thigh hi stockings which were now working their magic around Gina’s busy cheeks. I knew this was not how it was. I knew this would have been glorious. I knew my notebook would not be here so I knew the memory of former pasts was flitting away like a bird on the wing.  


Good news was Gina was cumming in gushes. Better news was this time I was not unloading in my drawers. Being faced with a now that was ready to suck me in I was going to enjoy the long eluded Brittany sucking me in her sweet mouth that gasped as she came hard and long on Gina’s face. I studied Brittany’s face as it floated above her now disheveled little black dress. That face that had launched numerous phantasms in the libido of a younger me. That younger libido I was sporting again zoomed into overdrive as I rose from between long toned thighs with Gina spread all over my face. My goal to be between Brittany’s shorter and softer thighs. A goal that was finally within my purview. Not to mention visions of clutching that perfect Brittany behind that always had me stop whatever I was doing at work to watch her work it down the editing house hallways where we both were employed.


Gina was working those gams of hers trying to hook my ass with her heels to draw me to her sweltering snatch, but Brittany’s cunt was in my sights singing her siren’s song to me. So I had no qualms of crawling over Gina’s writhing bounty to claim the object of my long deferred desire.


My balls brushed Gina’s small firm breasts as I knelt before Brittany and slowly eased her little black dress over her red banged hair which framed her beatific face. Her hair perfectly straight over her lustful lovely eyes. Gina presented with my stiff cock under her Brittany slathered chin made do by wrapping her fingers around it blindly. Gina gave a gasp of appreciation into Brittany’s cunt as she felt my girth and steely response. She was licking both of us below while using my throbbing cock head on Brittany’s now palpitating clit. My tongue explored her sweet mouth twirling a holiday waltz around her thrashing tongue. Brittany’s strapless bra gave little resistance as I brought her perfectly shaped breasts into play. We kissed and I fondled those two delightful tits which rested in gentle pools of flesh like purring kittens in my palms. Shape and size perfect. Pleasing heft and bounce. Soft fleshy little globes that were in need of my adoration. Perfectly dark ruby ovals surrounding shy inverted nipples. I scooted back to get one of those little beauties in my mouth, a maneuver to which Gina took issue with since my prick was withdrawn from her combo platter leaving only Brittany’s pussy and her fist around my shaft to satisfy her lust for thick cock.


I had forgotten what a leggy, shapely, and lithe woman Gina was because she took the initiative to roll, bend, hoist, and free one of her limbs from between my thighs to the outer reaches of our current triangle of lust. This maneuvered me with leverage to her greedy twat. With a twist of her hips gravity did the rest and I fell into her. My fall was glorious, my prick was engulfed in her tawny paradise. So I stretched out and began pumping furiously into Gina while enjoying the bounty of Brittany’s bosoms. So my past night of defeat now afforded me to savor a naked and willing Brittany while I buried my now steely young cock deep into Gina’s sweltering twat.


My eyes were locked on the visually stunning front facade of the delicious and delectable Brittany.  Her body was all I had imagined. I fucked Gina hard. I fucked Gina deep. All while drinking in Brittany’s beautiful wine colored nipples. Nipples that were now rising from either Gina’s oral attention, or the visual display of me banging her best friend while she was being eaten out with feline precision by her quivering and orgasming bestie beneath me.  

Still tonguing mercilessly, Gina was muttering guttural obscenities that were echoing within Brittany.  


“Oh fuck that long legged slut Pierre!” Brittany cried as we all came together as a team.

No thoughts of notebooks, slithering, or that this was a past that never happened. It was happening now. It was happening to me. I knew my Brittany Christmas present would be unwrapped shortly.  Even as I spurting deep into Gina I knew from the look in Brittany’s eyes that she needed to exchange Gina’s tongue for my cock. She needed that now. I knew this would alter…




Ho Ho Ho

By now Brittany had rolled off Gina’s face and watched transfixed as Gina’ legs flailed in the air as I rammed in and out between her long luscious thighs. I could feel her tight bottom whirling and thrusting up to meet my every plunge. With Brittany now splayed back against the headboard my face could meet Gina’s wonderful mouth still emanating with Brittany and finally taste all that her sweet fount had given. Bonus points for the vision of Gina’s dark black hair fanning around her shimmering face had me fucking her hard brazen and boisterously. I felt Gina’s sweet firm breasts press against me as our furious fuck maintained a delicious rhythm. Brittany charms faded as Gina’s cunt enveloped my every attention.


“I thought you,” Gina exhaled hoarsly. “Came!”


I grunted appreciatively.  


I was sweating and panting in a whirl of lathered passion. Grunting like an oarsman while servicing the Mediterranean beauty as she emanated sweet guttural breathy pleasure whines pitched to a frequency that spurred me faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her stretching accepting and all encompassing nethers.


Her slim waist was on a swivel as her long limbs wrapped and her nails scratched in her passion throes. Her lips locked onto my neck and she sucked so hard I knew I would have a hickey. She became part Hoover as they locked again on my neck and she sucked in a a sloppy wet and slurping fashion.


I had not had a hickey in years, and certainly never received one while fucking and bucking for all my worth. Now Brittany was moaning and with a glance I could see her fingers had found purchase of her sweet and neglected pussy. She made a pouting face as if to say, “But I thought it was me you wanted to fuck.” I gave her an encouraging wink and returned to the long resolute fucking of Gina. First things first. After all she let Gina take me to her bedroom while she was busy chatting up our General Manager Ron. I wonder where Ron went?


Gina rolled me with a “Fuck This!” Straddled me and began to examine my still stiff semen and cunt coated cock and started pulling and rubbing it on her stretched and weeping snatch.


“Will you look at this Brit.”  


“Will you look what I am rubbing it on.”


“Will you please take over.”


I could not see Brittany’s reaction because Gina had me flat, prone, and erect in her cupped  hand. All I could see was the ceiling and all I could feel was her soaked slit buried deep in her thick black bush on the bottom of my cock while my balls resided under her dripping cunt. She was still working me roughly like a bar of soap. Rubbing me on her snatch pressing my prick to her most desired places with the precision of an portrait painters oiled up brush.


“He sure seems to like you a lot.” Brittany teased.


“Well tis the season.” Gina sighed, “So it’s your turn to get fucked jolly.”


“Ho Ho Ho,” said I.



Gina was not giving up the controls easily. So Brittany teased the head of me with her pointed little tongue. The side view of Brittany on all fours, her red hair obscuring my view of her tongues delicious work on and around my shaft with teasing little burrows into Gina’s delicious furrows was sensation enough. I enjoyed Brittany’s breast, which held their pleasing round shape even with gravity tugging at them in her doggy position. Her tummy flat and rump raised would have made me wish for a position if her oral delights and Gina’s special clit friction had not made me moan out loud.


I closed my eyes in sweet satisfaction. When they opened again I found two shimmering faces poised behind my extra stiff self both teasing up and down the shaft with flicking licking tongues. Gina’s frizzy black hair a diaphonique veil when she took her turn working mercilessly down me until I felt the back of her throat while Brittany looked on. When freed from Gina’s mouth Brittany brushed Gina’s hair back to reveal my cock shimmering in the low bedroom light.


Taking the challenge and my shimmering knob in her dark red almost maroon  lipsticked mouth Brittany ever so slowly worked her tongue on the very underside of my ponderous bulb, her tongue snaking down my member like a serpent on a sturdy tree limb. Gina, not to be idle found my ball sack irresistible and set about licking the remains of our lust while Brittany adjusted her angle of attack to indulge Gina’s whimsical ball serenade, all the while continuing her sweet descent down on me.


In addition to the oral sensation I was receiving I had the added show of two nimble twenty something year old bodies with rumps upraised and Brittany’s delicacy in clear view as she maneuvered above me increasing angle and access for Gina’s Ball bag sonata.


When Brittany’s long nights journey finally brought her mouth to an end her throat gagged and then Valhalla opened up and I felt my dick slide into her relaxing and accommodating throat which quickly tightened and she began working her way back up with continued tongue enticement, but at a more expedient rate.  Brittany set about the task of fucking me with her mouth in earnest.


Her folds wept from above onto my chest hair and shimmered like diamonds on this winters eve, so I reached for the source and thumbed and fingered her pages into a frenzy which was transmitted to the vim and vigor with which she sucked my cock.


One finger found entrance while my thumb ran sweet circles around her clit and she rewarded me with a building suction and hands flailing up and down the slippery pole between her lips.

Gina’s tongue ran up the under of my prick and the two lovely mouths met in a deep kiss all around mmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…………………..


I was coming. Yet I was going. I felt the sperm flowing out of me in fiery thick lumps and savory sauces and saw it covering their lips, face and tongue. I didn’t mean to come on their faces but it was happening. Now? Why confused? Where am I going. I don’t want to go. Not Now. Not.


I woke to find Toni. But no book. Then the whole twenty additional years of marriage slithered into my memory. Slithers were not going to be a problem because sex with Toni was even more nonexistent. In the memories of a twenty year extension of the original fourteen year debacle it became plain that I would be here a while.


A look in the mirror cemented the horror of what an extra decade in a miserable relationship will do to a body. Time was running out to find the notebook. To have an inkling of where I had slithered from and what I was missing faded as I melted into the now. This was the wrong now. The now that never was. I looked helplessly for the notebook until I forgot what the notebook was and what I needed it for until I forgot what I had forgotten and forgot to look.The never was that was the memories that never were of the  contemptible marriage continuation that never should have been washed over me and erased all clues of how to ever return to the right now.


“What are you doing?” I heard Toni ask in her toneless flat Tennessee tinged twang.

I felt the visceral loathing rise up in me at the sound.


It was years before a chance meeting with Tami that my cryptic and phantasmagorical notebook again came into play.



Author: Pete Symes

Purveyor of paralogical compliance to verbally mediated reality, artisanal smut, with a pinch of full time flâneur tossed in to taste.

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