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Only because of the absolute magic of the bog in Mossy Grove can an extreme likeness of the haliotis shell be part of the horizon in the drawing of Laura found on the previous page -- SL 
Laura stood at the bog’s edge. A crescent moon cast little light, just enough to reflect the sadness evident on her face. The bog was still, somber.
She had come to the bog, drawn to the water to face her past and finally let it go. She could because she now had her Dereck.
She held the haliotis shell in her hands, a symbol of a deeply held love from long ago. A love that really was never meant to be. Creation didn’t will it. The trees didn’t will it. The earth didn’t will it.
Instead, theirs was a mortal love, easily fractured, and not mendable. It wasn’t strong enough to hold together. It was too weak to keep two hearts united.
He had found the shell on a walk along a beach and was mesmerized by its pearlescent swirl of color and the beauty it emitted on its own. Then a ray of sunshine ignited its surface and its brilliance was rivaled by nothing he had ever seen. It came alive, sending bursts of delicate color upward to the sky, flashing fire of intense energy that ignited his sex, yet washed an incredible warmth over his heart.
This was his girl, he thought, as he picked up the shell, holding it close to his heart, cherishing it with all his being.
He would give her the shell, so excited to tell her of its magical essence and how it was her, all her. It was her forever. They would make love in their gentle easy way. And lay in each other’s arms, often holding each other’s sex. He cherished and loved her, and she him.
And then they would part, hardly waiting to meet up again. She wanted to shout him to the world but there was no-one to hear.
One summer day he never came back to meet her.
Laura stood at the edge of the bog, holding the shell. It didn’t glimmer any more, its brilliance dulled. It no longer was her.
Laura knelt and placed the shell in the water. She wiped away a tear and told him goodbye.
A breeze picked up, sending her shift upward around her waist, exposing her sex, pulsating waves of pleasure across her privates. The sweet song of the siren sent a wash of warmth across her flesh and the seed planted within her stirred.
Laura closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling within her. She rose and turned from the water needing to get back to her Dereck, the man who brought love back into her heart, the man who introduced her to the bog and the man who she was planning to marry.
A falling leaf caught her attention and she walked over to the shade tree.
The dim moonlight barely revealed the outline of a worn heart. Laura looked closely, there was something carved there but she couldn’t make it out. Tracing the heart with her finger, Laura felt an incredible sadness, a connection to what had once been there but was no more.
Laura stood at the bog’s edge. A crescent moon cast little light, just enough to reflect the sadness evident on her face. The bog was still, somber.
She had come to the bog, drawn to the water to face her past and finally let it go. She could because she now had her Dereck.
She held the haliotis shell in her hands, a symbol of a deeply held love from long ago. A love that really was never meant to be. Creation didn’t will it. The trees didn’t will it. The earth didn’t will it.
Instead, theirs was a mortal love, easily fractured, and not mendable. It wasn’t strong enough to hold together. It was too weak to keep two hearts united.
He had found the shell on a walk along a beach and was mesmerized by its pearlescent swirl of color and the beauty it emitted on its own. Then a ray of sunshine ignited its surface and its brilliance was rivaled by nothing he had ever seen. It came alive, sending bursts of delicate color upward to the sky, flashing fire of intense energy that ignited his sex, yet washed an incredible warmth over his heart.
This was his girl, he thought, as he picked up the shell, holding it close to his heart, cherishing it with all his being.
He would give her the shell, so excited to tell her of its magical essence and how it was her, all her. It was her forever. They would make love in their gentle easy way. And lay in each other’s arms, often holding each other’s sex. He cherished and loved her, and she him.
And then they would part, hardly waiting to meet up again. She wanted to shout him to the world but there was no-one to hear.
One summer day he never came back to meet her.
Laura stood at the edge of the bog, holding the shell. It didn’t glimmer any more, its brilliance dulled. It no longer was her.
Laura knelt and placed the shell in the water. She wiped away a tear and told him goodbye.
A breeze picked up, sending her shift upward around her waist, exposing her sex, pulsating waves of pleasure across her privates. The sweet song of the siren sent a wash of warmth across her flesh and the seed planted within her stirred.
Laura closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling within her. She rose and turned from the water needing to get back to her Dereck, the man who brought love back into her heart, the man who introduced her to the bog and the man who she was planning to marry.
A falling leaf caught her attention and she walked over to the shade tree.
The dim moonlight barely revealed the outline of a worn heart. Laura looked closely, there was something carved there but she couldn’t make it out. Tracing the heart with her finger, Laura felt an incredible sadness, a connection to what had once been there but was no more.
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The thunderstorm had passed but not before stirring the muddy depths of the bog including those who slumber beneath the surface.
Mossy Grove, hot and humid, was serene and still, much like satiated lovers, exhausted and steamy from hours of sex and orgasms.
Serene and still until a Dodge Charger rounded the bend, engine revving, tires suddenly sluggish in the muddy path, coming to a stop. A car door slams, then another.
Muffled talk is overcome by music, at first a low rumbling, then loud heavy beats, pulsating through humid air and vibrating the already roused water.
https://youtu.be/3oe-aPYsJA4
A tentacle from underneath pierces the surface of the bog, the lady’s sexual appetite awakened by the smell of pussy.
Mossy Grove, hot and humid, was serene and still, much like satiated lovers, exhausted and steamy from hours of sex and orgasms.
Serene and still until a Dodge Charger rounded the bend, engine revving, tires suddenly sluggish in the muddy path, coming to a stop. A car door slams, then another.
Muffled talk is overcome by music, at first a low rumbling, then loud heavy beats, pulsating through humid air and vibrating the already roused water.
https://youtu.be/3oe-aPYsJA4
A tentacle from underneath pierces the surface of the bog, the lady’s sexual appetite awakened by the smell of pussy.
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They sit, cross-legged, across from each other on the blanket underneath the tree in Mossy Grove.
Their gazes train downward to a chessboard between them. She moves a piece and looks up at him, and smiles.
His loosely curled jet black hair and naturally dark complexion are absolutely delicious. His elbows rest on his knees, his fisted hands prop his jaw, his dark eyes on the game. A tightly fitted blue t-shirt emphasizes his long lean torso, and bands around the sleeves are snug around taut biceps.
His legs, so long, are crossed in front of him like a pretzel. The jeans, a bit flared at the ankles, are Jordache.
She recalls the first time they met. They were thrown together, having to keep each other company, while giving their friends alone time in the hotel room. They headed out into the nighttime streets of Toronto, a little shy with each other, and ended up having a beer or two or three on the outside patio of a heavy metal rock club.
They liked each other. He told her she was cute. He favored her curly brunette hair with a few patches of deep purple. She blushed, squirmed in her chair and took another drink of her Molson. He reached across the table and traced her cheek, his dark eyes staring into her blues.
Gorgeous eyes, Annie, he said. I hardly ever see those here.
They talked, he refused to believe Huey Lewis was the judge in Back to the Future. They discovered they each like to play chess; he competitive, she for fun, self taught. They realized they liked the sky for different reasons.
Their conversation came easily, some serious, but mostly light-hearted. They were drawn to each other.
Having sat for a few hours, he leaned back, and stretched hard, his arms extended high above his head. He flashed his boyish grin, chuckling for no apparent reason.
She reached over and tickled his chest, causing him to furl back quickly, covering his chest with his hands and arms, pleading fake mercy.
Annie, laughing, rose from her chair and extended her hand.
I would be honored, Ricky said, rising, taking her hand, then wrapping his arm around her waist. He leaned toward her, kissed her lips quickly, and then back again, more passionately as she embraced his desire.
Checkmate, Ricky says, looking up at Annie, flashing his toothy grin that makes him so irresistible.
Annie, startled, pouted at the outcome of the match, then smiled. It is so Huey Lewis, she blurts, as Ricky leaned over and popped her with a kiss, then laid back onto the blanket.
Annie crawled over to him, upsetting the chess board, and laid next to him. His hands began to explore, taking aim at her shirt and what was beneath it.
He found her breasts and began to rub and massage them, pressing his groin against her.
Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, she says, her question mumbled as they kiss.
I’m happy to see you, he mumbles, still kissing.
Time out, Annie calls, jumping up and taking off her top, revealing a red lacy bra. She strips out of her black Lees, her black panties covering her privates fully.
Ricky grins and sits up, pulls off his t-shirt, showing his toffee-colored bare chest. He unzips his jeans and lifts up his ass and pulls them off. He stands up, only in his blue tight briefs, his cock straining to be free. Annie’s pussy ignites, seeing the outline of his cock.
Ricky turns toward the Charger, the speakers suddenly silent, the cassette ejected.
Annie smiles, staring at his rear end, which she has fondly named Tight Ass. She rubs her tits and her pussy heaves, knowing she soon will be enjoying her guy and everything that comes with him.
Ricky turns toward her, his hand holding his hard cock, stroking to a beat that has permeated the air.
The bog pulsates in time with Ricky’s throbbing cock and Annie’s heaving pussy.
Their gazes train downward to a chessboard between them. She moves a piece and looks up at him, and smiles.
His loosely curled jet black hair and naturally dark complexion are absolutely delicious. His elbows rest on his knees, his fisted hands prop his jaw, his dark eyes on the game. A tightly fitted blue t-shirt emphasizes his long lean torso, and bands around the sleeves are snug around taut biceps.
His legs, so long, are crossed in front of him like a pretzel. The jeans, a bit flared at the ankles, are Jordache.
She recalls the first time they met. They were thrown together, having to keep each other company, while giving their friends alone time in the hotel room. They headed out into the nighttime streets of Toronto, a little shy with each other, and ended up having a beer or two or three on the outside patio of a heavy metal rock club.
They liked each other. He told her she was cute. He favored her curly brunette hair with a few patches of deep purple. She blushed, squirmed in her chair and took another drink of her Molson. He reached across the table and traced her cheek, his dark eyes staring into her blues.
Gorgeous eyes, Annie, he said. I hardly ever see those here.
They talked, he refused to believe Huey Lewis was the judge in Back to the Future. They discovered they each like to play chess; he competitive, she for fun, self taught. They realized they liked the sky for different reasons.
Their conversation came easily, some serious, but mostly light-hearted. They were drawn to each other.
Having sat for a few hours, he leaned back, and stretched hard, his arms extended high above his head. He flashed his boyish grin, chuckling for no apparent reason.
She reached over and tickled his chest, causing him to furl back quickly, covering his chest with his hands and arms, pleading fake mercy.
Annie, laughing, rose from her chair and extended her hand.
I would be honored, Ricky said, rising, taking her hand, then wrapping his arm around her waist. He leaned toward her, kissed her lips quickly, and then back again, more passionately as she embraced his desire.
Checkmate, Ricky says, looking up at Annie, flashing his toothy grin that makes him so irresistible.
Annie, startled, pouted at the outcome of the match, then smiled. It is so Huey Lewis, she blurts, as Ricky leaned over and popped her with a kiss, then laid back onto the blanket.
Annie crawled over to him, upsetting the chess board, and laid next to him. His hands began to explore, taking aim at her shirt and what was beneath it.
He found her breasts and began to rub and massage them, pressing his groin against her.
Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, she says, her question mumbled as they kiss.
I’m happy to see you, he mumbles, still kissing.
Time out, Annie calls, jumping up and taking off her top, revealing a red lacy bra. She strips out of her black Lees, her black panties covering her privates fully.
Ricky grins and sits up, pulls off his t-shirt, showing his toffee-colored bare chest. He unzips his jeans and lifts up his ass and pulls them off. He stands up, only in his blue tight briefs, his cock straining to be free. Annie’s pussy ignites, seeing the outline of his cock.
Ricky turns toward the Charger, the speakers suddenly silent, the cassette ejected.
Annie smiles, staring at his rear end, which she has fondly named Tight Ass. She rubs her tits and her pussy heaves, knowing she soon will be enjoying her guy and everything that comes with him.
Ricky turns toward her, his hand holding his hard cock, stroking to a beat that has permeated the air.
The bog pulsates in time with Ricky’s throbbing cock and Annie’s heaving pussy.
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Each day you hear the sand as it moves and whispers
Come and sail on my golden sea
Maybe one day you'll be just like me and that's free
--Ronnie James Dio
The music turns from a pulsating beat to a sweet song of whispers that seduces the young couple.
Ricky, his cock hard and still stroking, watches as Annie pulls off her panties and, knees in the air, starts rubbing her clit, circling it faster as the whispers grow louder.
Cum, cum with me, the bog lady pleads. Cum all over. Her whispered words become finger-like touches and soft kisses that massage, pinch, tickle and prod the couple's nipples, holes, necks, thighs, sending them higher.
Ricky grunts, his cock twitching as he watches Annie and hears and feels the sensual whispers. He stands over Annie and groans as he releases, his creamy cum splashing on her tits and chin.
Annie opens her eyes, just as Ricky spills his seed. Her body jerks and heaves three times as her orgasm sends intense spasms throughout her pussy. Annie cries out, her moans joined with utterings of pleasure from the bog.
The bog ripples as a tentacle slips beneath the surface, and then becomes still.
Come and sail on my golden sea
Maybe one day you'll be just like me and that's free
--Ronnie James Dio
The music turns from a pulsating beat to a sweet song of whispers that seduces the young couple.
Ricky, his cock hard and still stroking, watches as Annie pulls off her panties and, knees in the air, starts rubbing her clit, circling it faster as the whispers grow louder.
Cum, cum with me, the bog lady pleads. Cum all over. Her whispered words become finger-like touches and soft kisses that massage, pinch, tickle and prod the couple's nipples, holes, necks, thighs, sending them higher.
Ricky grunts, his cock twitching as he watches Annie and hears and feels the sensual whispers. He stands over Annie and groans as he releases, his creamy cum splashing on her tits and chin.
Annie opens her eyes, just as Ricky spills his seed. Her body jerks and heaves three times as her orgasm sends intense spasms throughout her pussy. Annie cries out, her moans joined with utterings of pleasure from the bog.
The bog ripples as a tentacle slips beneath the surface, and then becomes still.
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Ricky's head rests on Annie's right breast, his mouth against her left one, his tongue lazily seeks her nipple often.
His hand on her furry mound, he lightly squeezes one of her outer labia between his thumb and forefinger, tracing its length steadily. He craves the feeling of her pussy juice wet on his fingers with each pass.
Her fingers never stop dancing as she caresses his tossled locks, his cheek, his lips.
High on black hash, they talk and laugh, and often become silent as their sexes spark.
Annie's favorite song, the one that always makes her cry, plays from the speakers Ricky installed a few years back in the car trunk.
https://youtu.be/xuZA6qiJVfU
Ricky always teases when he sees her tears. But he is taken with her heart, so soft and genuine.
They lay together under the tree, as creation communicates wonderfully with itself, and for those mortals fortunate and smart enough to take the time to hear it.
Ricky and Annie analyze their recent orgasms and how they both felt hundreds of fingers touching them and heard the whispers. And the incredible releases they both felt.
Must have been the hash, they say.
The music from the speakers continues as creation suddenly becomes silent. A breeze picks up at Mossy Grove.
His hand on her furry mound, he lightly squeezes one of her outer labia between his thumb and forefinger, tracing its length steadily. He craves the feeling of her pussy juice wet on his fingers with each pass.
Her fingers never stop dancing as she caresses his tossled locks, his cheek, his lips.
High on black hash, they talk and laugh, and often become silent as their sexes spark.
Annie's favorite song, the one that always makes her cry, plays from the speakers Ricky installed a few years back in the car trunk.
https://youtu.be/xuZA6qiJVfU
Ricky always teases when he sees her tears. But he is taken with her heart, so soft and genuine.
They lay together under the tree, as creation communicates wonderfully with itself, and for those mortals fortunate and smart enough to take the time to hear it.
Ricky and Annie analyze their recent orgasms and how they both felt hundreds of fingers touching them and heard the whispers. And the incredible releases they both felt.
Must have been the hash, they say.
The music from the speakers continues as creation suddenly becomes silent. A breeze picks up at Mossy Grove.
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C’mon, Annie said, standing, extending her hand to Ricky’s. It’s freezing here. I need sunshine.
Ricky grabbed her hand and nearly brought her down with him while trying to rise. Still high, Ricky’s long legs wobbled a bit then found their strength just in time to steady Annie as her breasts brushed against his arms, her nipples ripe from the cool breeze.
He held her long, kissing her fully before grabbing her hand again. The old shade tree gave up a trio of leaves, carried by the wind toward the bog.
They walked hand in hand to the bog’s edge and stood, facing the sun, eyes closed, arms extended downward, hands still clutched. Ricky, opened one eye, the other squinted shut and sneaked a peek at Annie, his face still sunward. Her delicate face shone in the light, her lips in full smile, her dark lashes contrasting against her pale complexion. She was beautiful and all his.
https://youtu.be/fxhueyC70cU
Ricky had pulled on his jeans. Annie, her black panties. They sat at the bog, watching the stillness. The breeze had died and their partial nakedness was warmed by heat. They were still talking about their remarkable orgasms. Talking things to death was a favorite pasttime, especially after sex.
They smoked some more hash, and recalled the time at the Billy Idol concert when Ricky was rubbing his dick against her backside. They laughed and Annie rested her head on Ricky’s shoulder as he excitedly recalled losing his load in the Charger in the parking lot after the show and messing up Annie’s new Rebel Yell tee-shirt.
You love it on my titties, she laughed, rising a bit and presenting her breasts to him, her hands pushing them together and into his face. His mouth was busy licking and sucking until Annie pulled away and started messing with his zipper, threatening to tickle his balls and sucking him dry. Ricky exaggerated his moan, lifted his tight ass, and with Annie’s help, the Jordaches came off.
Annie picked up a handful of damp sand and tossed it into the bog, rippling its surface.
The couple, high on hash, watched wide-eyed and frozen as a beautifully iridescent tentacle emerged from the water, snaked its way onto the shore, taking aim at Annie’s panties. Annie opened her legs wider as the tentacle expertly pushed aside the cloth crotch and began teasing her clitoris.
Holy shit, Ricky muttered.
Ricky grabbed her hand and nearly brought her down with him while trying to rise. Still high, Ricky’s long legs wobbled a bit then found their strength just in time to steady Annie as her breasts brushed against his arms, her nipples ripe from the cool breeze.
He held her long, kissing her fully before grabbing her hand again. The old shade tree gave up a trio of leaves, carried by the wind toward the bog.
They walked hand in hand to the bog’s edge and stood, facing the sun, eyes closed, arms extended downward, hands still clutched. Ricky, opened one eye, the other squinted shut and sneaked a peek at Annie, his face still sunward. Her delicate face shone in the light, her lips in full smile, her dark lashes contrasting against her pale complexion. She was beautiful and all his.
https://youtu.be/fxhueyC70cU
Ricky had pulled on his jeans. Annie, her black panties. They sat at the bog, watching the stillness. The breeze had died and their partial nakedness was warmed by heat. They were still talking about their remarkable orgasms. Talking things to death was a favorite pasttime, especially after sex.
They smoked some more hash, and recalled the time at the Billy Idol concert when Ricky was rubbing his dick against her backside. They laughed and Annie rested her head on Ricky’s shoulder as he excitedly recalled losing his load in the Charger in the parking lot after the show and messing up Annie’s new Rebel Yell tee-shirt.
You love it on my titties, she laughed, rising a bit and presenting her breasts to him, her hands pushing them together and into his face. His mouth was busy licking and sucking until Annie pulled away and started messing with his zipper, threatening to tickle his balls and sucking him dry. Ricky exaggerated his moan, lifted his tight ass, and with Annie’s help, the Jordaches came off.
Annie picked up a handful of damp sand and tossed it into the bog, rippling its surface.
The couple, high on hash, watched wide-eyed and frozen as a beautifully iridescent tentacle emerged from the water, snaked its way onto the shore, taking aim at Annie’s panties. Annie opened her legs wider as the tentacle expertly pushed aside the cloth crotch and began teasing her clitoris.
Holy shit, Ricky muttered.
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Annie gasped, and collapsed backward onto the bank.
Her world had gone all shades of psychedelic as short static pulses held steady on her clit, igniting her instantly, sending waves of intense pleasure through her privates, and down her legs.
She cried out, her moans and unforced grunts soaring skyward, breaking the quiet that had hushed creation.
Her legs fell to each side, her pussy wide open. Her hips bucked in a rhythm Ricky was deliciously familiar with.
He watched in disbelief. His cock rock hard. He heard the gushing sounds of her juices as the tentacle, shimmering in the sunlight, pressed the side of her clitoris, engaging the g-spot below.
Annie’s hands, clawed at the sand, much like she did Ricky’s back when she was nearing orgasm.
Her breasts were heaving, her back arching, greeting her lover with each spasm, sending her higher and higher.
Ricky watched, wanting to touch her, to hold her, to protect her, to fuck her. He cock was dripping, but he didn't touch, too mesmerized with what he was seeing.
Annie’s hand, desperately raking the ever shifting sand, found something to hold onto, to anchor her as incredible pleasure surged through her pussy, bringing her to the edge.
Ricky watched as Annie grasped onto the most beautiful iridescent shell, its colors brilliantly dancing in the sunshine.
Annie's moans sounded from all corners of Mossy Grove, echoing skyward. She was nearly there, her body flushed, her hair wet framing a most beautiful face, evidence of the full pleasure she was feeling.
Ricky yearned for her, his own sex rigid and throbbing. He looked down at his twitching rod, just in time to see a tentacle wrap itself around his knob, its tip teasing his slit.
Oh, gawd, he moaned.
Her world had gone all shades of psychedelic as short static pulses held steady on her clit, igniting her instantly, sending waves of intense pleasure through her privates, and down her legs.
She cried out, her moans and unforced grunts soaring skyward, breaking the quiet that had hushed creation.
Her legs fell to each side, her pussy wide open. Her hips bucked in a rhythm Ricky was deliciously familiar with.
He watched in disbelief. His cock rock hard. He heard the gushing sounds of her juices as the tentacle, shimmering in the sunlight, pressed the side of her clitoris, engaging the g-spot below.
Annie’s hands, clawed at the sand, much like she did Ricky’s back when she was nearing orgasm.
Her breasts were heaving, her back arching, greeting her lover with each spasm, sending her higher and higher.
Ricky watched, wanting to touch her, to hold her, to protect her, to fuck her. He cock was dripping, but he didn't touch, too mesmerized with what he was seeing.
Annie’s hand, desperately raking the ever shifting sand, found something to hold onto, to anchor her as incredible pleasure surged through her pussy, bringing her to the edge.
Ricky watched as Annie grasped onto the most beautiful iridescent shell, its colors brilliantly dancing in the sunshine.
Annie's moans sounded from all corners of Mossy Grove, echoing skyward. She was nearly there, her body flushed, her hair wet framing a most beautiful face, evidence of the full pleasure she was feeling.
Ricky yearned for her, his own sex rigid and throbbing. He looked down at his twitching rod, just in time to see a tentacle wrap itself around his knob, its tip teasing his slit.
Oh, gawd, he moaned.
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As Annie’s moans crescendo in orgasm, the shade tree shudders from a brisk wind, sending a large flock of blackbirds skyward in an orchestral performance of swiftly shifting dark bands dancing across the intense blue sky.
Annie’s after-whimpers aren’t heard by Ricky, who is watching in disbelief as the slim tentacle massages and caresses his hard cock, tracing underneath to his full sac. His spasms too intense, he lays back, giving in to the incredible pleasure that circles his cockhead and trails to his balls. Over and over. A hundred fingers.
Far away in the mortal world, a train whistle, then the distant sound of grinding steel on steel.
The steely grip on Ricky’s sex intensifies as the fingers unify and stoke his sex. The train rushing closer, the earth vibrating in its wake.
A tentacle teases Ricky’s hole, lightly, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure to his sac that surges through his cock and out his slit. Ricky grunts, the strength of his vocals rivaling that of the oncoming train.
Ricky’s chest heaves as his orgasm nears, anticipating a release he’s never experienced before. The train is upon him, its steely grind exploding on the tracks, vibrations shaking his body to the core, the steady horn deafening.
Ricky screams as his cock pumps out streams of cum, flowing like gravy. Ricky’s body convulses with each spasm, creamy spurts, with each grunt. Sweat covers his body, his cock still twitching with each spasm. He loosens his fists, clumps of sand fall from his hands.
His breathing settles as he recovers, eyes closed, exhausted.
Annie at his side, traces his brow, kisses him on his lips, lightly touches his spent sex. She adores him and lightly kisses him there, too.
Leaning into his ear, she whispers, What a trip, huh?
Ricky opens his eyes, sees her piercing gaze and grins. I can hardly move, he says. I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.
Yah, Annie chuckles, touching his lips, I think we need to go easy on that hash.
The blackbirds return to the tree, exhausted from their dance in the sky.
The surface of the bog ripples as a tentacle submerges into its murky depths, ready to embrace a time of slumber.
https://youtu.be/Uquv6qTPOBw
Annie’s after-whimpers aren’t heard by Ricky, who is watching in disbelief as the slim tentacle massages and caresses his hard cock, tracing underneath to his full sac. His spasms too intense, he lays back, giving in to the incredible pleasure that circles his cockhead and trails to his balls. Over and over. A hundred fingers.
Far away in the mortal world, a train whistle, then the distant sound of grinding steel on steel.
The steely grip on Ricky’s sex intensifies as the fingers unify and stoke his sex. The train rushing closer, the earth vibrating in its wake.
A tentacle teases Ricky’s hole, lightly, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure to his sac that surges through his cock and out his slit. Ricky grunts, the strength of his vocals rivaling that of the oncoming train.
Ricky’s chest heaves as his orgasm nears, anticipating a release he’s never experienced before. The train is upon him, its steely grind exploding on the tracks, vibrations shaking his body to the core, the steady horn deafening.
Ricky screams as his cock pumps out streams of cum, flowing like gravy. Ricky’s body convulses with each spasm, creamy spurts, with each grunt. Sweat covers his body, his cock still twitching with each spasm. He loosens his fists, clumps of sand fall from his hands.
His breathing settles as he recovers, eyes closed, exhausted.
Annie at his side, traces his brow, kisses him on his lips, lightly touches his spent sex. She adores him and lightly kisses him there, too.
Leaning into his ear, she whispers, What a trip, huh?
Ricky opens his eyes, sees her piercing gaze and grins. I can hardly move, he says. I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.
Yah, Annie chuckles, touching his lips, I think we need to go easy on that hash.
The blackbirds return to the tree, exhausted from their dance in the sky.
The surface of the bog ripples as a tentacle submerges into its murky depths, ready to embrace a time of slumber.
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Just fantastic
Would love to spend some extended time with Annie
Would love to spend some extended time with Annie
As Annie’s moans crescendo in orgasm, the shade tree shudders from a brisk wind, sending a large flock of blackbirds skyward in an orchestral performance of swiftly shifting dark bands dancing across the intense blue sky.
Annie’s after-whimpers aren’t heard by Ricky, who is watching in disbelief as the slim tentacle massages and caresses his hard cock, tracing underneath to his full sac. His spasms too intense, he lays back, giving in to the incredible pleasure that circles his cockhead and trails to his balls. Over and over. A hundred fingers.
Far away in the mortal world, a train whistle, then the distant sound of grinding steel on steel.
The steely grip on Ricky’s sex intensifies as the fingers unify and stoke his sex. The train rushing closer, the earth vibrating in its wake.
A tentacle teases Ricky’s hole, lightly, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure to his sac that surges through his cock and out his slit. Ricky grunts, the strength of his vocals rivaling that of the oncoming train.
Ricky’s chest heaves as his orgasm nears, anticipating a release he’s never experienced before. The train is upon him, its steely grind exploding on the tracks, vibrations shaking his body to the core, the steady horn deafening.
Ricky screams as his cock pumps out streams of cum, flowing like gravy. Ricky’s body convulses with each spasm, creamy spurts, with each grunt. Sweat covers his body, his cock still twitching with each spasm. He loosens his fists, clumps of sand fall from his hands.
His breathing settles as he recovers, eyes closed, exhausted.
Annie at his side, traces his brow, kisses him on his lips, lightly touches his spent sex. She adores him and lightly kisses him there, too.
Leaning into his ear, she whispers, What a trip, huh?
Ricky opens his eyes, sees her piercing gaze and grins. I can hardly move, he says. I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.
Yah, Annie chuckles, touching his lips, I think we need to go easy on that hash.
The blackbirds return to the tree, exhausted from their dance in the sky.
The surface of the bog ripples as a tentacle submerges into its murky depths, ready to embrace a time of slumber.
https://youtu.be/Uquv6qTPOBw
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Ricky and Annie gazed skyward, arms crossed behind their heads, watching the fluffiest of clouds move through.
There’s your cock, Ricky. Looks just like your crooked rim.
And there’s your pussy, Annie. Gawd it looks just like your lips. That dark spot, see it? It’s your hole.
Annie turned her face toward Ricky, who then turned and looked at her. Sexy, he said. Sexier, she returned.
They stared at each other for a bit, then turned skyward again.
Hey, I was just thinking about the time I took you fishing at Craig’s place. ‘Member that?
Annie sat up, her bare breasts falling into position. She loved to tell the story of when Ricky showed up early in the morning in his Charger and told her he was taking her on a road trip. They drove, holding hands and singing along the best they could to Dio’s Last in Line, cranked up, windows down.
Annie was a good sport. She loved to fish and even baited her own hook. She would pinch the night crawler in half and thread it on the hook.
They fished from the dock at Ricky’s friend’s house, who was out of town. The property was secluded. They sat on the dock, legs over the edge, watching bobbers float. They played a game. Every time they heard a car up on the road, they took off a piece of clothing. They weren’t wearing much so it wasnt too long before they were naked.
Annie let Ricky fondle her tits. And Ricky let Annie fondle his cock and balls. One hand holding the fishing pole and the other holding your pole, Annie laughed. One eye watching the bobber and the other eying your button, Ricky countered.
They drank some Molsons. Then Ricky caught a blugill and another and another and another.
Annie, a bit miffed, stood up and gave her pole to Ricky. Be right back, she said, lifting her leg over Ricky’s shoulder, pushing her bare pussy into his face. Ricky lunged full face against her sweet pink lips, causing her leg to push Ricky’s pole out of his hand and into the water.
Annie ran off the dock laughing, leaving Ricky behind to rescue his pole. She squatted near the bushes, releasing a steady stream, light gold. She watched as the warm stream glistened in the sun as it maneuvered in varied intensity through her folds. She dipped her finger and disrupted the stream, splashing warmth onto her inner thighs.
Taste it, she heard Ricky say. She looked up to see him standing, watching her, his cock hard.
Annie stopped peeing and tasted her finger.
Ricky dropped to his knees and started kissing Annie, his mouth trailing down to her tits and then to her pussy where he lapped up her fresh urine still damp on her skin. He sucked her wet lips, separately, licking the golden juice, then went back to her pussy and plunged his tongue in deep.
Annie moaning, let loose again, her urine flowing against Ricky’s face as he desperately slurped her offering.
Ricky lifted his face from Annie’s pussy and moved his body onto hers, sought out her mouth and started kissing, then fucking her. He pumped his cock into her pussy deep, grunting with each push.
It wasn't long before his urgent pushes released his hot cum into her pussy. He collapsed on top of her, his cum dripping from her hole.
It would be a few hours later, after meal of fish, eggs and bacon cooked over a campfire, that Annie would be spread eagle on the dock. Ricky was serving Annie her dessert, eating her out, making her cum. He counted seven times.
https://youtu.be/9uhLDWCqSQQ
There’s your cock, Ricky. Looks just like your crooked rim.
And there’s your pussy, Annie. Gawd it looks just like your lips. That dark spot, see it? It’s your hole.
Annie turned her face toward Ricky, who then turned and looked at her. Sexy, he said. Sexier, she returned.
They stared at each other for a bit, then turned skyward again.
Hey, I was just thinking about the time I took you fishing at Craig’s place. ‘Member that?
Annie sat up, her bare breasts falling into position. She loved to tell the story of when Ricky showed up early in the morning in his Charger and told her he was taking her on a road trip. They drove, holding hands and singing along the best they could to Dio’s Last in Line, cranked up, windows down.
Annie was a good sport. She loved to fish and even baited her own hook. She would pinch the night crawler in half and thread it on the hook.
They fished from the dock at Ricky’s friend’s house, who was out of town. The property was secluded. They sat on the dock, legs over the edge, watching bobbers float. They played a game. Every time they heard a car up on the road, they took off a piece of clothing. They weren’t wearing much so it wasnt too long before they were naked.
Annie let Ricky fondle her tits. And Ricky let Annie fondle his cock and balls. One hand holding the fishing pole and the other holding your pole, Annie laughed. One eye watching the bobber and the other eying your button, Ricky countered.
They drank some Molsons. Then Ricky caught a blugill and another and another and another.
Annie, a bit miffed, stood up and gave her pole to Ricky. Be right back, she said, lifting her leg over Ricky’s shoulder, pushing her bare pussy into his face. Ricky lunged full face against her sweet pink lips, causing her leg to push Ricky’s pole out of his hand and into the water.
Annie ran off the dock laughing, leaving Ricky behind to rescue his pole. She squatted near the bushes, releasing a steady stream, light gold. She watched as the warm stream glistened in the sun as it maneuvered in varied intensity through her folds. She dipped her finger and disrupted the stream, splashing warmth onto her inner thighs.
Taste it, she heard Ricky say. She looked up to see him standing, watching her, his cock hard.
Annie stopped peeing and tasted her finger.
Ricky dropped to his knees and started kissing Annie, his mouth trailing down to her tits and then to her pussy where he lapped up her fresh urine still damp on her skin. He sucked her wet lips, separately, licking the golden juice, then went back to her pussy and plunged his tongue in deep.
Annie moaning, let loose again, her urine flowing against Ricky’s face as he desperately slurped her offering.
Ricky lifted his face from Annie’s pussy and moved his body onto hers, sought out her mouth and started kissing, then fucking her. He pumped his cock into her pussy deep, grunting with each push.
It wasn't long before his urgent pushes released his hot cum into her pussy. He collapsed on top of her, his cum dripping from her hole.
It would be a few hours later, after meal of fish, eggs and bacon cooked over a campfire, that Annie would be spread eagle on the dock. Ricky was serving Annie her dessert, eating her out, making her cum. He counted seven times.
https://youtu.be/9uhLDWCqSQQ
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Annie heard the noise first. Kinda caught in that daze between drowsy and sleep, she opened her eyes to the sound. She was on her side, naked, her knees curled. Ricky was spooning her, his arm draped over her waist, his hand still clutching her breast.
The sun was shining on Mossy Grove. The shade tree casting a long shadow on the bog, which was still.
At first, Annie thought she was dreaming. The music was familiar. Ricky played it all the time. At the keggers, while they were cruising the park Sunday nights looking for friends and to score some dope, and those road trips to his friend’s fishing hole. And there was that one time at the festival.
Ricky always said it was a trip within a trip and was a favorite when he was high. I can see what he’s seeing, Ricky would say, wide-eyed and all cute.
He once talked her into dancing naked with him at the music festival while the song blared through the speakers during a band break. They held onto each other tightly and moved little. His cock grinding against her pussy. Every once in a while he would pull from Annie to get a glimpse of her tits. A few others joined in and later they would all meet up at a local bar where they all fucked their partners in the pavilion out back. They vowed they would meet up every year there for a Caravan reunion.
Every time Ricky would play the song he would say, listen to this Annie doll and get ready to fly. Every time Annie would smile and say, only with you, Tight Ass, my high-flyin’ guy.
The sound was familiar. The haunting voice of a traveler with his lover. Annie took Ricky’s arm and lifted it off her, whispered ouch as his flesh stuck to her flesh, sweaty from the sun. She turned over to face Ricky, whose eyes opened and adjusted to the light.
Hey, sexy, he smiled, letting go of a bit of drool from his slumber. His jet black hair was sweaty around his face.
Hey, cool, Ricky said breaking into a huge grin. When did you put in the cassette?
I didn’t, Annie whispered. The song. It’s in the air. The air is singing it.
Ricky stared at Annie. Huh?
Just then, two figures, with no real form to their bodies, swept over their heads.
It was all a blur, except for the firm tits and open pussy on one and an erect cock on the other.
https://youtu.be/DW3pZjmS3rg
The sun was shining on Mossy Grove. The shade tree casting a long shadow on the bog, which was still.
At first, Annie thought she was dreaming. The music was familiar. Ricky played it all the time. At the keggers, while they were cruising the park Sunday nights looking for friends and to score some dope, and those road trips to his friend’s fishing hole. And there was that one time at the festival.
Ricky always said it was a trip within a trip and was a favorite when he was high. I can see what he’s seeing, Ricky would say, wide-eyed and all cute.
He once talked her into dancing naked with him at the music festival while the song blared through the speakers during a band break. They held onto each other tightly and moved little. His cock grinding against her pussy. Every once in a while he would pull from Annie to get a glimpse of her tits. A few others joined in and later they would all meet up at a local bar where they all fucked their partners in the pavilion out back. They vowed they would meet up every year there for a Caravan reunion.
Every time Ricky would play the song he would say, listen to this Annie doll and get ready to fly. Every time Annie would smile and say, only with you, Tight Ass, my high-flyin’ guy.
The sound was familiar. The haunting voice of a traveler with his lover. Annie took Ricky’s arm and lifted it off her, whispered ouch as his flesh stuck to her flesh, sweaty from the sun. She turned over to face Ricky, whose eyes opened and adjusted to the light.
Hey, sexy, he smiled, letting go of a bit of drool from his slumber. His jet black hair was sweaty around his face.
Hey, cool, Ricky said breaking into a huge grin. When did you put in the cassette?
I didn’t, Annie whispered. The song. It’s in the air. The air is singing it.
Ricky stared at Annie. Huh?
Just then, two figures, with no real form to their bodies, swept over their heads.
It was all a blur, except for the firm tits and open pussy on one and an erect cock on the other.
https://youtu.be/DW3pZjmS3rg
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Ricky searched through the pile of clothes in the backseat of the Charger. He was looking for the chessboard. We just had it, he muttered.
Mossy Grove was quiet again. The sky was a brilliant turquoise and the setting moon was faint high in the sky. The Caravan it seemed had passed through and the traveling couple was well on their way to the great god Mars.
Annieee, Ricky shouted, turning to look at his girl. Lookie heeere, he sang, holding up a pink bra. Missing something?
Annie heard Ricky but wasn’t listening. Standing at the bog’s edge, she was watching the most beautiful woman hovering above the still water. The woman’s face was glowing, her eyes brighter than any blue, her auburn hair flowing almost as if it was underwater. She was smiling, the sweetest smile.
Her breasts were full, her nipples prominent. Her swollen belly just as full as her breasts.
She rubbed her belly, still smiling at Annie. Her mound was softened with a small fur tuft, her pussy swollen with sexual excitement.
Annie’s pussy felt heavy and full as well. Each time the woman looked at her she felt a surge of pleasure travel from her left nipple to her clitoris.
It’s OK, the woman said, her voice soft, so gentle. I’m Laura. Let the feelings overtake you. Don’t fight them. I feel them, too. It’s your pleasure, I feel. I would like you to climax so I can.
Annie couldn’t stop staring at Laura, whose hands were massaging her milk-ladden breasts, pinching her nipples.
Laura’s eyes, fixated on Annie’s aroused tits, were glazed as she was experiencing what Annie was feeling.
Annie moaned, just before Laura did.
Annie’s pussy gushed from arousal. She sat down on the soft bank, spread open her thighs and rubbed her clitoris. She shuddered as her sex ignited and watched as Laura trembled with pleasure.
The women, united by shared sexual pleasure, moaned in sweet symphony, their sexes fully exposed, no longer protected. They looked at each other, their eyes locked but not really seeing each other.
Laura, still massaging her breasts and nipples, orgasmed, her cries sending waves of ripples over the surface of the bog.
Annie, her fingers still circling her bud, fell backward as her pleasure soared skyward and exploded into psychedelic colors. She rocked her hips upward with each spasm and cried out with each thrust.
Behind her, several grunts sounded within the grand symphony as Ricky shot hot cum into one of the D cups of Annie’s pink bra, which was wrapped around his cock.
Mossy Grove was quiet again. The sky was a brilliant turquoise and the setting moon was faint high in the sky. The Caravan it seemed had passed through and the traveling couple was well on their way to the great god Mars.
Annieee, Ricky shouted, turning to look at his girl. Lookie heeere, he sang, holding up a pink bra. Missing something?
Annie heard Ricky but wasn’t listening. Standing at the bog’s edge, she was watching the most beautiful woman hovering above the still water. The woman’s face was glowing, her eyes brighter than any blue, her auburn hair flowing almost as if it was underwater. She was smiling, the sweetest smile.
Her breasts were full, her nipples prominent. Her swollen belly just as full as her breasts.
She rubbed her belly, still smiling at Annie. Her mound was softened with a small fur tuft, her pussy swollen with sexual excitement.
Annie’s pussy felt heavy and full as well. Each time the woman looked at her she felt a surge of pleasure travel from her left nipple to her clitoris.
It’s OK, the woman said, her voice soft, so gentle. I’m Laura. Let the feelings overtake you. Don’t fight them. I feel them, too. It’s your pleasure, I feel. I would like you to climax so I can.
Annie couldn’t stop staring at Laura, whose hands were massaging her milk-ladden breasts, pinching her nipples.
Laura’s eyes, fixated on Annie’s aroused tits, were glazed as she was experiencing what Annie was feeling.
Annie moaned, just before Laura did.
Annie’s pussy gushed from arousal. She sat down on the soft bank, spread open her thighs and rubbed her clitoris. She shuddered as her sex ignited and watched as Laura trembled with pleasure.
The women, united by shared sexual pleasure, moaned in sweet symphony, their sexes fully exposed, no longer protected. They looked at each other, their eyes locked but not really seeing each other.
Laura, still massaging her breasts and nipples, orgasmed, her cries sending waves of ripples over the surface of the bog.
Annie, her fingers still circling her bud, fell backward as her pleasure soared skyward and exploded into psychedelic colors. She rocked her hips upward with each spasm and cried out with each thrust.
Behind her, several grunts sounded within the grand symphony as Ricky shot hot cum into one of the D cups of Annie’s pink bra, which was wrapped around his cock.
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The sun, setting on Mossy Grove, casts long shadows over the bog. The bog, still, its surface water sparkles with hues of amber and pink, mirroring the sky’s majesty.
A trio of young gray squirrels, their bushy tails outlined with columns of white fur, plays at the shade tree, chasing each other up and down the heavy trunk.
A brown rabbit scampers through on the way back to its nest after feasting on clover of a nearby small meadow. Crickets sound, as the shade of night is imminent.
And deep in the bowels of the water, deep down where creation dares not go, the bog lady stirs, her slumber interrupted by the wails and angry words of a handsome man, above the surface, at the pond's edge, on his knees, crushed in grief.
The lady’s loins stir, her sexuality awakened by the familiarity of what’s at the bog’s edge. Her pleasure appetite heightens. She is fully awake.
He has come back to her.
The bog lady climaxes.
https://youtu.be/s8EUL-O3hRA
A trio of young gray squirrels, their bushy tails outlined with columns of white fur, plays at the shade tree, chasing each other up and down the heavy trunk.
A brown rabbit scampers through on the way back to its nest after feasting on clover of a nearby small meadow. Crickets sound, as the shade of night is imminent.
And deep in the bowels of the water, deep down where creation dares not go, the bog lady stirs, her slumber interrupted by the wails and angry words of a handsome man, above the surface, at the pond's edge, on his knees, crushed in grief.
The lady’s loins stir, her sexuality awakened by the familiarity of what’s at the bog’s edge. Her pleasure appetite heightens. She is fully awake.
He has come back to her.
The bog lady climaxes.
https://youtu.be/s8EUL-O3hRA
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The water’s surface ripples slightly. A swift breeze catches a few leaves, which shimmy on the shade tree.
The squirrels stop in their tracks. Their tails turned up, twitching, they share sharp clicks between each other, then become silent. The musical pulse of crickets ceases.
With creation on hold and silenced, the only sound comes from the man. The man whose body is collapsed in grief at the bog’s edge. The man whose heart is shattered, never to mend, to heal.
He is sobbing. His hands, in fists, pounding the wet sand. His sounds are guttural, unrecognizable if anyone was near to hear.
His mind fogged, his body weak, his will destroyed. What is lucid, though, is the unfortunate memory that plays over and over, tormenting him. He hates the image but it is relentless.
She was watching. He knew she was watching. They locked eyes. And he turned away. He turned away and gave into instant pleasure.
Damn, he cries out. Damn you, bog lady. Forgive me, precious, please forgive me. It’s you I wanted. Only you. I only wanted you.
He sobs into his hands, his wails so loud they vibrate the heavens. His chest heaves uncontrollably and creation cries with him.
The critters began to move again. A songbird sings its melody, a simple gift to the grief-stricken mortal.
The man, close to fainting, falls forward, his face nearly at the ground. His back curved, still heaving with grief. His mind is numb.
A sweet song fills the air. He stops sobbing.
He feels a wisp of a touch against his hairline that traces to his cheek and onto his hands, wet with tears. The touch so warm, so comforting.
He raises up. He lowers his hands from his face. He blinks away tears and looks straight into the Mediterranean blue eyes of his beautiful Laura.
Dereck, she whispers.
https://youtu.be/BHHrWwzQpns
The squirrels stop in their tracks. Their tails turned up, twitching, they share sharp clicks between each other, then become silent. The musical pulse of crickets ceases.
With creation on hold and silenced, the only sound comes from the man. The man whose body is collapsed in grief at the bog’s edge. The man whose heart is shattered, never to mend, to heal.
He is sobbing. His hands, in fists, pounding the wet sand. His sounds are guttural, unrecognizable if anyone was near to hear.
His mind fogged, his body weak, his will destroyed. What is lucid, though, is the unfortunate memory that plays over and over, tormenting him. He hates the image but it is relentless.
She was watching. He knew she was watching. They locked eyes. And he turned away. He turned away and gave into instant pleasure.
Damn, he cries out. Damn you, bog lady. Forgive me, precious, please forgive me. It’s you I wanted. Only you. I only wanted you.
He sobs into his hands, his wails so loud they vibrate the heavens. His chest heaves uncontrollably and creation cries with him.
The critters began to move again. A songbird sings its melody, a simple gift to the grief-stricken mortal.
The man, close to fainting, falls forward, his face nearly at the ground. His back curved, still heaving with grief. His mind is numb.
A sweet song fills the air. He stops sobbing.
He feels a wisp of a touch against his hairline that traces to his cheek and onto his hands, wet with tears. The touch so warm, so comforting.
He raises up. He lowers his hands from his face. He blinks away tears and looks straight into the Mediterranean blue eyes of his beautiful Laura.
Dereck, she whispers.
https://youtu.be/BHHrWwzQpns
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Laura.
It was her voice, her eyes, her body.
Motionless, they stared into each other’s eyes, connecting deeply, restoring the bond that had been prematurely severed just days before.
Creation had willed the two together. The tree, the earth below them and the sky above, all in agreement. They had loved but never consummated their union. The mortal, in her frailty and influenced by jealously of the siren, broke the preordained order by walking into the water.
The heavens and the ground under them mourned heavily along with the broken man left behind. Rain, like tears, deluged Mossy Grove for days as creation took cover in burrows, nests, dens, underground tunnels as sadness reigned. Foliage, burdened with the heaviness of moisture, drooped and lay flat.
The veil lifted, the man ventured outside, his physical state weakened from grief, his emotional and mental abilities nearly destroyed. He wasn't without blame. He, too, was influenced by the siren but readily accepted her pleasure.
At the bog, on his knees, he pleaded to Laura’s memory for forgiveness, pledged her his love. He cried out to no-one, yet everyone was listening.
And now looking at her, his dark eyes again awash with tears, he tentatively raised his hand and gingerly touched her cheek.
Are you real? Is it you? For real?
Laura nodded, smiled, her lips so pink, her eyes bright yet so sad, her auburn hair so lush.
His girl was so alive. His girl, her breasts so full, her nipples erect. Her sex. He knew it like a well- studied map. He knew every fold, every valley, every peak. Her pearl, so excitable, so pronounced. He knew how she liked to be touched, just off to the side. He knew her scent, her taste, her sounds, her orgasms.
He knew everything except how it felt to be inside her warm hole, how it felt to be wrapped tightly by her softness, how it felt to be cushioned by her sweet juices. How it felt to release his seed inside her.
Dereck, broken again, begged for forgiveness.
Laura put her finger to his lips, silencing his words, shaking her head.
Don’t Dereck. There’s no need for that. I know.
Removing her finger, she leaned in toward the man she loved and pressed her lips against his. She felt him shudder heavily, then relax.
He was kissing her back, his heart was surging, and just as creation intended, his cock was swelling.
https://youtu.be/pTTsCGzqMCk
It was her voice, her eyes, her body.
Motionless, they stared into each other’s eyes, connecting deeply, restoring the bond that had been prematurely severed just days before.
Creation had willed the two together. The tree, the earth below them and the sky above, all in agreement. They had loved but never consummated their union. The mortal, in her frailty and influenced by jealously of the siren, broke the preordained order by walking into the water.
The heavens and the ground under them mourned heavily along with the broken man left behind. Rain, like tears, deluged Mossy Grove for days as creation took cover in burrows, nests, dens, underground tunnels as sadness reigned. Foliage, burdened with the heaviness of moisture, drooped and lay flat.
The veil lifted, the man ventured outside, his physical state weakened from grief, his emotional and mental abilities nearly destroyed. He wasn't without blame. He, too, was influenced by the siren but readily accepted her pleasure.
At the bog, on his knees, he pleaded to Laura’s memory for forgiveness, pledged her his love. He cried out to no-one, yet everyone was listening.
And now looking at her, his dark eyes again awash with tears, he tentatively raised his hand and gingerly touched her cheek.
Are you real? Is it you? For real?
Laura nodded, smiled, her lips so pink, her eyes bright yet so sad, her auburn hair so lush.
His girl was so alive. His girl, her breasts so full, her nipples erect. Her sex. He knew it like a well- studied map. He knew every fold, every valley, every peak. Her pearl, so excitable, so pronounced. He knew how she liked to be touched, just off to the side. He knew her scent, her taste, her sounds, her orgasms.
He knew everything except how it felt to be inside her warm hole, how it felt to be wrapped tightly by her softness, how it felt to be cushioned by her sweet juices. How it felt to release his seed inside her.
Dereck, broken again, begged for forgiveness.
Laura put her finger to his lips, silencing his words, shaking her head.
Don’t Dereck. There’s no need for that. I know.
Removing her finger, she leaned in toward the man she loved and pressed her lips against his. She felt him shudder heavily, then relax.
He was kissing her back, his heart was surging, and just as creation intended, his cock was swelling.
https://youtu.be/pTTsCGzqMCk
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The couple at the water’s edge is illuminated by the sun, which casts it rays from low in the sky. The light cast colors of bronzes and golds on their naked bodies, now fitted as one and slow in motion as they rock.
It almost was if time was standing still, offering its reverence to the ordained consummation taking place, ordered by creation itself.
His sex fits tightly into her sex, perfectly, just as creation has willed. She feels the rim of his cockhead against the sensitive spot inside her pussy hole. He feels her muscle clench around his cock with each deliberate pass.
They kiss deeply, their tongues exploring. They savour each other’s kisses, their feelings of complete intimacy and familiarity, as if they had known each other and coupled together many times before and many times after.
They part lips and start to taste each other bodies.
He takes turns suckling her breasts, first consuming the fleshy mounds, then the erect nipples. Jolts of pleasure shoot to her clitoris, thrusting her pelvis upward against his groin with each tug and bite. She grasps his back, her fingers digging into his skin with each pump of his cock, with each tug on her nipple.
Her moans trigger his cock each time, each pass a little deeper, a little more desperate. He pulls away from her breasts and looks into her eyes, the eyes he treasures, the eyes he loves. He can see her soul, so alive and so in love with him.
She stares back intensely, then looks away and reaches with her mouth for his nipple, tonguing his hard bead as his cock throbs, his heart beating faster. Oh gawd, he cries out, her tongue teasing and biting his nipple.
Nearly losing control, he rises to his knees and pulls her legs up and back toward her head as he pumps her pussy fast and hard. He reaches for her clitoris and begins to rub the pearl as he continues to fuck her.
She moans, her pleasure heightening with each rotation. He holds his finger against his lips, outlining them with her juice then tasting it. He looks at her, so desperate for the moment to last, so desperate to be with her forever.
He slows his pace, and lowers toward her, his fingers playing again with her sex, bringing her closer to orgasm. He stares into her eyes, willing them to stay open so he can see the moment she touches the other side of the universe.
As his cock rhythmically slides back and forth in her pussy, his fingers bring his beloved Laura to orgasm. Dereck, she whimpers, as her eyes glaze in bliss, revealing the moment the flower bud unfurls and the pleasure radiates. She cries out, her body spasms with each orgasmic surge.
His cock still hard in her hole, he lays against her, holding her tightly as she quietly and tearfully comes down from her high, holding onto the feeling he never wants to let go.
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It almost was if time was standing still, offering its reverence to the ordained consummation taking place, ordered by creation itself.
His sex fits tightly into her sex, perfectly, just as creation has willed. She feels the rim of his cockhead against the sensitive spot inside her pussy hole. He feels her muscle clench around his cock with each deliberate pass.
They kiss deeply, their tongues exploring. They savour each other’s kisses, their feelings of complete intimacy and familiarity, as if they had known each other and coupled together many times before and many times after.
They part lips and start to taste each other bodies.
He takes turns suckling her breasts, first consuming the fleshy mounds, then the erect nipples. Jolts of pleasure shoot to her clitoris, thrusting her pelvis upward against his groin with each tug and bite. She grasps his back, her fingers digging into his skin with each pump of his cock, with each tug on her nipple.
Her moans trigger his cock each time, each pass a little deeper, a little more desperate. He pulls away from her breasts and looks into her eyes, the eyes he treasures, the eyes he loves. He can see her soul, so alive and so in love with him.
She stares back intensely, then looks away and reaches with her mouth for his nipple, tonguing his hard bead as his cock throbs, his heart beating faster. Oh gawd, he cries out, her tongue teasing and biting his nipple.
Nearly losing control, he rises to his knees and pulls her legs up and back toward her head as he pumps her pussy fast and hard. He reaches for her clitoris and begins to rub the pearl as he continues to fuck her.
She moans, her pleasure heightening with each rotation. He holds his finger against his lips, outlining them with her juice then tasting it. He looks at her, so desperate for the moment to last, so desperate to be with her forever.
He slows his pace, and lowers toward her, his fingers playing again with her sex, bringing her closer to orgasm. He stares into her eyes, willing them to stay open so he can see the moment she touches the other side of the universe.
As his cock rhythmically slides back and forth in her pussy, his fingers bring his beloved Laura to orgasm. Dereck, she whimpers, as her eyes glaze in bliss, revealing the moment the flower bud unfurls and the pleasure radiates. She cries out, her body spasms with each orgasmic surge.
His cock still hard in her hole, he lays against her, holding her tightly as she quietly and tearfully comes down from her high, holding onto the feeling he never wants to let go.
https://youtu.be/VqW-eO3jTVU
Sweet_Lara
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Her breathing steadies, her blushed complexion illuminated by the sideway rays of the sun, a rosy globe getting ready to call it a night.
Mossy Grove is serene, and creation happy because the couple it adores is back together.
The tree smiles, and sends a leaf happily dancing on its way to exploration and discovery.
A flock of Canada geese, all paired in solidarity, flies low and skims the pond before coming to rest on the surface.
Goldfinches gather the last of the day’s thistle fluff for their nests, while green frogs leave their watery spots to hunt their prey from dry ground.
All is as it should be in Mossy Grove. The grove, happy for the day, becomes a bit restless now that the day is waning. The grove starts aching for its own release as a full moon begins to make its ascent above the horizon.
The heavens sing, filling the air with the low sounds of orgasmic moans have permeated the grove over time.
Laura opens her eyes, and meets his. His eyes trained on hers, waiting for her to come down from her high.
She feels him, still inside her. And aches for his warmth.
Now, Dereck, she whispers. I want you. I need you. I love you.
His cock, still inside, twitches and grows harder, filling her hole as it was destined to. Her hole cushions his sex with her juice as it was destined to.
He cradles her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, longingly, welcoming her eager return. He feels her body start to rock against his, her hands on his back, trailing back and forth from his shoulders to his buttocks, squeezing his flesh.
His cock, fully rigid, begins its slow ride, deliberately moving, gliding with her juices, rubbing her sensitive spot within, pulling her hood open with each slide.
Laura moans and opens her legs wider, her pussy fully exposed, her pearl springing from its protective cover.
Dereck, still kissing Laura, reaches and finds her clitoris, tapping it lightly and massaging its side. Laura shudders and bites Dereck’s lip. The quick pain sends a jolt to his cock, it twitches, then throbs with intensity.
Laura’s body reacts with goosebumps brought on by the chill of the shudder. Her nipples erect. The glands, arranged in a crescent shape, on her right areola raise prominently.
Suck my tits, Dereck, Laura pleads, her hand cupping and massaging her lover’s ball sac.
Dereck lifts his lips from Laura's, pushes his cock deeper into her pussy, and begins to tease her nipples and those glands with the tip of his tongue.
https://youtu.be/12KbOAc8vmk
Mossy Grove is serene, and creation happy because the couple it adores is back together.
The tree smiles, and sends a leaf happily dancing on its way to exploration and discovery.
A flock of Canada geese, all paired in solidarity, flies low and skims the pond before coming to rest on the surface.
Goldfinches gather the last of the day’s thistle fluff for their nests, while green frogs leave their watery spots to hunt their prey from dry ground.
All is as it should be in Mossy Grove. The grove, happy for the day, becomes a bit restless now that the day is waning. The grove starts aching for its own release as a full moon begins to make its ascent above the horizon.
The heavens sing, filling the air with the low sounds of orgasmic moans have permeated the grove over time.
Laura opens her eyes, and meets his. His eyes trained on hers, waiting for her to come down from her high.
She feels him, still inside her. And aches for his warmth.
Now, Dereck, she whispers. I want you. I need you. I love you.
His cock, still inside, twitches and grows harder, filling her hole as it was destined to. Her hole cushions his sex with her juice as it was destined to.
He cradles her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, longingly, welcoming her eager return. He feels her body start to rock against his, her hands on his back, trailing back and forth from his shoulders to his buttocks, squeezing his flesh.
His cock, fully rigid, begins its slow ride, deliberately moving, gliding with her juices, rubbing her sensitive spot within, pulling her hood open with each slide.
Laura moans and opens her legs wider, her pussy fully exposed, her pearl springing from its protective cover.
Dereck, still kissing Laura, reaches and finds her clitoris, tapping it lightly and massaging its side. Laura shudders and bites Dereck’s lip. The quick pain sends a jolt to his cock, it twitches, then throbs with intensity.
Laura’s body reacts with goosebumps brought on by the chill of the shudder. Her nipples erect. The glands, arranged in a crescent shape, on her right areola raise prominently.
Suck my tits, Dereck, Laura pleads, her hand cupping and massaging her lover’s ball sac.
Dereck lifts his lips from Laura's, pushes his cock deeper into her pussy, and begins to tease her nipples and those glands with the tip of his tongue.
https://youtu.be/12KbOAc8vmk
Sweet_Lara
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Mossy Grove was quiet. All creation was still, enjoying the raw sounds of the couple at water’s edge.
Their flesh ignited by passion so hot and deep. Two dimensions uniting on an earthen bed with no restriction. The veil lifted. The sky was their witness. The earth their storyteller. The water their conduit.
Dereck’s lust for her was raging. He wanted her, and wanted her hard. His cock told him so.
Her mouth at his ear, Laura whispered her demands, biting his lobe for emphasis. Her pussy, open to him, heaved forward.
Dereck grabbed her ankles, spread her legs and with his hands pressed her thighs flat to the ground. Her wet creased lips opened easily, her pussy hole contracting, anticipating him. Her clitoris, her beautiful pearl exposed, smooth and pink, was illuminated for his pleasure. His cock throbbed as he watched her most privates pulse with sensation.
He leaned toward her and with a grunt, pushed his hard cock into her. Deep. Immediately deep. She gasped as she felt him hit hard deep inside her well, briefly pained.
Again, she groaned. Dereck pushed hard, and hard again, her body jerking with each deep thrust. He fucked her and fucked her hard. He pressed her thighs down, keeping her hole wide, fucking her as deeply as possible.
Her body reeled from each mad thrust that brought him closer to orgasm. Surprisingly, she was near orgasm. She looked forward to announcing loudly her cumming.
His was an angry fuck. Each thrust was for the sadness she left behind. Each thrust was for his tears. Each thrust was for leaving him.
She knew it was an angry fuck. It was an angry fuck she commanded.
She thrust her hips to meet his hard pushes, his flesh deep inside her. His grunts, her groans.
They both were almost there.
https://youtu.be/L0bcRCCg01I
Their flesh ignited by passion so hot and deep. Two dimensions uniting on an earthen bed with no restriction. The veil lifted. The sky was their witness. The earth their storyteller. The water their conduit.
Dereck’s lust for her was raging. He wanted her, and wanted her hard. His cock told him so.
Her mouth at his ear, Laura whispered her demands, biting his lobe for emphasis. Her pussy, open to him, heaved forward.
Dereck grabbed her ankles, spread her legs and with his hands pressed her thighs flat to the ground. Her wet creased lips opened easily, her pussy hole contracting, anticipating him. Her clitoris, her beautiful pearl exposed, smooth and pink, was illuminated for his pleasure. His cock throbbed as he watched her most privates pulse with sensation.
He leaned toward her and with a grunt, pushed his hard cock into her. Deep. Immediately deep. She gasped as she felt him hit hard deep inside her well, briefly pained.
Again, she groaned. Dereck pushed hard, and hard again, her body jerking with each deep thrust. He fucked her and fucked her hard. He pressed her thighs down, keeping her hole wide, fucking her as deeply as possible.
Her body reeled from each mad thrust that brought him closer to orgasm. Surprisingly, she was near orgasm. She looked forward to announcing loudly her cumming.
His was an angry fuck. Each thrust was for the sadness she left behind. Each thrust was for his tears. Each thrust was for leaving him.
She knew it was an angry fuck. It was an angry fuck she commanded.
She thrust her hips to meet his hard pushes, his flesh deep inside her. His grunts, her groans.
They both were almost there.
https://youtu.be/L0bcRCCg01I
