Whispers from Mossy Grove

[Sweet_Lara]

Laura opened her eyes and met Dereck’s.

His heart surged, recalling the night she first opened her door to him, her auburn locks tousled and her pajama top unbuttoned.

And now, all he wanted to do was love her. He wanted to make love to his sweet girl.

Dereck eased his penetration, and began a slow, rhythmic steady glide in her pussy hole. He closed his eyes, moaning softly as he felt her muscles tighten around his hardened flesh, her soft walls caressing his sex, her juice warming his rigid cock.

Dereck, she moaned, her face relaxing in a smile. She welcomed his gentle way, desiring this to be the way he splashs his seed into her. His seed in her forever.

He cradled her face between his hands and leaned in, kissing her mouth, slow and tenderly as his cock rocked her pussy. He continued to kiss her, savoring the feel of her soft lips against his, then the sweetness of her tongue on his.

Tears welled in his eyes as he made love to her, the woman who he wanted to be with forever, the woman who he wanted in his marriage bed, the woman who he wanted to have his children

His mouth was so delicious on hers, his hands so intent and deliberate on the places she wanted him to touch. He took his time massaging, tending to her flesh, loving on her breasts, her nipples, her ear lobes, her neck. He caressed her belly, all the while telling her how much she was cherished, adored, loved.

She was in bliss, their union nearly complete. His cock, like waves against the shore, was steady, each slide glancing her sensitive spot deep within.

Raising up, he looked into her eyes, and she into his. Holding her gaze steady, his hand reached for her clitoris, circling it. She gasped, and raised her breasts, presenting them to him. He lowered his mouth onto her left nipple and suckled. Her breaths became heavier and quicker as he fingered her clitoris faster, knowing she was climbing and soon would release.

His cock pumped a little faster but held its rhythmic pace as he tended to her nipple and her clitoris. He raised from her breast, looked into her eyes, glazed in pleasure and fixated on his. He felt his own pleasure, his climax near.

They held each other’s gaze and Laura spoke first. Dereck, I’m cumming, she gasped, and let herself go, crying out, spasms overtaking her body, thrusting her hips against Dereck’s groin. Dereck, watching Laura’s eyes grow wide in ecstasy, let himself go, shooting his hot seed, splashing deep inside her. His cock needed several hard spasms to fully release his seed.

Their eyes still on each other, they see tears in each other’s eyes. Dereck was first to look away. He leaned toward her, kissing her deeply, holding her tightly, loving her fully, intent on staying this way forever.

https://youtu.be/96N6R_Gssfg

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The sun dims at Mossy Grove. Creation mostly silent, with some preparations for darkness that soon will spill over the bog. The shade tree, casting a long shadow before it, slowly gathers sparrows to roost in the safety of its dense leaves.

The couple, naked, continues to embrace affectionately, after an intense yet gentle display of love making.

Sitting, facing each other, they hug and hold each other, hardly letting go. They kiss each other deeply, whispering words, looking at each other often, sometimes laughing. Most times melancholy.

He traces the curves of her breasts, the circles of her aerolas, then touches the tips of her nipples. She traces his in turn, kisses his nipples and watches his cock react.

They touch each other, taking turns bringing each other’s flesh pleasure, their bodies reacting. His cock grows long. She opens her legs to allow him access to her sex, which he touches. He gathers her on his fingers, presses it on her lips then on his.

She whispers in his ear, his eyes widen and he looks into her eyes and nods. Yes, baby.

Blushing, she stands and straddles his body. He watches her pussy, her lips, waiting. She relaxes and sighs as warm fluid releases from her body and splashes on him. He opens his mouth, catching some of her amber fluid, allowing her to flood his body, the warmth bringing him extreme pleasure. He watches as her pussy lips descend toward his face. She sits on him, her sex on his face, and he eagerly sucks and laps up her liquid that still glistens on her lips and clitoris. She grinds against his face, her clitoris ignited by his tongue.

He raises her from his body and flips her over on her back. On his knees, he takes his cock in his hand, slaps it against her tummy a few times, then aims. She opens her mouth, taking in some of his stream as his warmth dribbles down her chin and onto her breasts. The urine stream separates and runs around her erect nipples. He leans over her and suckles her breasts, then finishes emptying himself on her.

He lays on top of her, then quickly rolls her over on top of him. His hands grasp her buttocks, pressing her into him. They kiss, his hard cock rocking against her wet pussy lips.


https://youtu.be/HqgsE0l_Uhg

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The sun dances it finale for the day. The moon, off stage, gets ready for its entrance.

The couple still embrace, his cock firmly stroking her wet pussy, his lips on hers. Their lips break from each other's. They share whispered words. He touches her lips with his finger, then wipes away her tears. He guides her face to his and they kiss, his cock still touching, rocking her pussy.

Creation is silent except for the sound of gentle raindrops that have begun to fall on Mossy Grove.

Tears from heaven.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The couple, their passion not cooled by the rain, unaware of anything else but each other’s flesh. Their sex heightened with pleasure, all points tingling and aroused.

Dereck lifts from Laura, his cock rigid, and pierces her hole.

He feels her contract around him, milking his cock with her muscles. He sighs. She moans. They are both were they were destined to be, in each other and complete.

Dereck, his cockhead thrusting against her spongy pleasure spot, brings his love closer to her heaven. She wraps her legs around his torso, coaxing his length deeper with every push.

Rain drops splatter on his back, on her face, mixing in with her tears. Droplets caught in his hair, mixed with his tears, fall to her flesh.

They fuck.

They fuck as rain washes away tears but ushers in the inevitable.

Creation is unbearably sad even as the couple climaxes together, one last unified, amplified groan shattering the silence.

The earth shakes, its fist tightened, scattering the flock of sparrows from the safety of the tree. The tree, a witness to the couple’s history, allows one of its limbs to crash to the ground in defiance of what’s to come.

The sky still cries. The earth settles and is still.

The surface of the bog ripples, sending waves toward the shore where the couple, clinging desperately to each, exchange sweet whispers and kisses.

Waves, warm yet unwelcome, wash against the couple. They ignore as persistent waters advance and surround them, beckoning her to come home.


https://youtu.be/6AqK5pqjtE0

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Laura pulls from Dereck, takes his hands and looks into his dark eyes. It’s time sweetheart, it’s time.

Dereck leans forward and kisses her madly.

A bolt of lightning flashes against the dark sky, stopping the rain. The couple look up to the cloudless sky, lit brilliantly with thousands points of light and galaxies unseen except by them.

They stand. Laura leads Dereck to the shade tree where they embrace. He holds her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, tears streaming down their cheeks.

The crescent moon dimly lights a path back to the water.

Laura guides his gaze toward the tree where there is a faint outline of a heart. Her hand on his shoulder, she stands behind him.

I will always be here sweetheart, she says. No matter the season of life, you will always find me here. My love is yours forever.

Dereck stands, eyes on the tree, tracing his finger round and round the worn heart. He cries.

Laura backs away, tears falling on her path as she walks toward the water. She stops at the water’s edge and looks back at Dereck, who still is mesmerized by the heart that has become prominent.

Laura looks up at the heavens. She looks down at her belly, her womb full with seed, and walks into the water.


https://youtu.be/J6kP7O1tCK0

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The crescent moon casts faint light on a somber Mossy Grove. The bog now still, its surface recently disturbed.

Dereck, startled by the bark of a coyote, wakes from his enchantment, his eyes on the prominent heart on the tree trunk. He turns toward the water, the soft sand of the moonlit path indented with footprints.

His heart heaves. His heart, stone cold, missing her. He slowly traces her walk to the water’s edge and his heart hurts all over. Again.

He holds his fist to the sky and curses.

He crumples to the ground, his hand hitting a hard object. A stone, a heart-shaped stone. So smooth, like her skin. He rolls it over and over in his hand, warming it and looks out over the bog. Laura. He smiles, tucks it in his pocket.

The water ripples. He feels warmth radiating from the stone, spreading toward his cock. It begins to twitch and stiffen.

Dereck, standing at the water’s edge, moans as his cock is massaged by what feels like thousands of hands. Fully erect, his cockhead trembles as a tongue licks his slit, then trails down the underside and around his rim. A light gentle touch. The sensation so intense.

Laura, he moans.

His cock erect, sucked from the base to his slit. His ball sac cradled by soft hands.

His mind goes back to the muddy bog where he and Laura sat immersed, their flesh assaulted by the magic of watery silt. Laura’s clit brushed with eddies of water. Her ample breasts squeezed, her nipples pinched. Nearby, Dereck’s cock, in a tight sleeve, griped by many hands and tongues pleasuring his pole.

Singing interrupts his memory, bringing Dereck back. Back to the water’s edge, the warmth of the stone stroking his hard cock, ready to explode with her and for her.

Laura, he moans, and feels the mouth suck vigorously on his cockhead. He orgasms. The climax brings him to his knees.

A song permeates the air. Her song. The siren’s song.

Dereck rises and stands before the bog. The surface of the water ripples, and a tentacle flashes in the moonlight.

The song continues, even sweeter.

Noooooo, Dereck mutters. Damn you, bog lady.

Never again bitch, he screams. You took her away. You made her walk into the water. Go back to your hole at the bottom of the bog.

He reaches into his pocket for the stone, so cold, and throws it with intensity into the bog. The stone bursts into flames before extinguishing, sinking into the water.

Dereck turns toward the tree, the heart on the trunk glowing. Her ember. Her warmth.

Laura, he whispers, his face aglow.

The sky lights up as a meteor flashes, its brilliant fiery tail sizzles, breaking the silence at Mossy Grove.

https://youtu.be/rOpQjD-rX0g
she gets high

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Summer fades at Mossy Grove. A swirl of leaves from the shade tree skims across the meadow and tangles with wildflowers long gone to seed.

The sun low in the sky sends intense rays over the grove warming the earth from its morning slumber. A flock of song sparrows noisily welcomes the new day, flying from tree top to tree top warming their wings. Goldfinches hang upside down on thistle weeds cracking tiny seeds with tiny beaks.

A tomcat slinks toward the meadow, its feet barely leaving the earth. Its eyes trained on its prey as it moves forward. It stops. Its ears perk. It crouches and hisses.

The tomcat springs up, takes off running, sending finches skyward and out of sight. The sparrows scatter to the safety of dense trees.

A sweet song sounds, becomes louder as creation falls silent. The muddy bog stirs, its surface radiating the tiniest of ripples toward shore.

https://youtu.be/b0slQ1-2emQ

The song stops. The bog becomes still. The tomcat back, still hungry, sits watching the sparrows return to flight.

A twig snaps, the tomcat turns.

Damn, damn, damn, she says, stepping out from behind tall brush and onto the grassy path, sucking her finger, holding a stem adorned with a cluster of wild roses. She looks at her finger, stained with blood where the thorn had been.

Her white sleeveless shift is tight around her breasts and even tighter around her belly. She is barefoot, her hair, long and tousled. She tucks the stem of pink roses into her hair.

Facing the sun and smiling, she tugs on her shift and pulls it up over her head. Her full breasts lift with the dress, then spring free and settle just above her rounded belly full with child.

Francie closes her eyes, and sighs as the sunshine warms her bare flesh. Her pregnancy so far kind to her body, her skin unblemished, milky white with hints of blush.

Hearing a meow, Francie opens her eyes, drawn to the cat’s stare. She breaks away first. Feeling a bit of an exhibitionist, she laughs and starts posing suggestively for her new friend. She jiggles her breasts, pinching her plump pink nipples with her fingers and, not surprisingly, feels a jolt of pleasure to her pussy.

Still pinching and tugging on her left nipple, Francie’s right hand trails over her bulging belly toward her ripe pussy.

Follow me kitty, she whispers to her friend and skips over to the shade tree, sits down and spreads her legs open, her pussy lips - as pink as the tomcat’s nose - unfold. Tugging at her left nipple, she touches her sex, running her finger up and down her slit. On the third pass, she plunges her finger into her hole and scoops ample juice and rubs it on her clitoris. She leans against the tree, her belly cushioning her swollen breasts, and thinks of her Johnny. Her lover, still asleep on his birthday.

Francie loves the quiet, the mystery of the bog and the beautiful woman she and Johnny often encounter. She enjoys early morning orgasms here while Johnny sleeps after his late-night gigs.

Her finger finds her clitoris, and starts rubbing, just to the side igniting her gspot below. She moans as her pleasure awakens and comes in waves, closer and closer. Her sex heightened from pregnancy, she feels herself rising. She adjusts herself, her legs even wider, her clit fully exposed from its hood.

The tomcat sits a few feet away watching intently but Francie isn't aware, her eyes closed, her head filled with Johnny, his hard cock pushing between her swollen tits, his slit soon to erupt.

As Johnny spills his creamy white cum all over her erect nipples, Francie tumbles over the edge in orgasm, spasms rolling through her legs and heaving her ass off the ground. Her cries of joy rise to the heavens and the sun bursts free from behind a cloud.

Francie’s body shakes as she comes down from her high and whimpers in pleasure.

She opens her eyes and meets those of the tomcat, which purrs and licks its mouth, its pink tongue lingering.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie shifts, settling firmly against the tree, taking in her beautiful and peaceful Mossy Grove. The sun spills scattered light onto the bog through the canopies of the heavily colored leaves of the forest. The landscape is colored majestically with shades of oranges, reds and golds.

The cattails in the bog are fuzzy, their brown spikes of summer turning to seed. The bog is still except for a couple of mallard feeding at the shore a ways away.

Francie hears the familiar purr and she smiles, realizing the tomcat is still around. But the tomcat, now disinterested in her, licks its chops one last time, and scampers away, drawn to the flurry of fluttering wings in the meadow.

Francie looks at her belly and sighs. She smiles, though, delighted she still is able to touch herself, pleasure herself, despite her belly. Johnny, knowing her too well, has promised to finger or suck her to orgasm whenever she wishes. Even here, at her treasured Mossy Grove.

Closing her eyes, she holds her pussy, content with just that. A cool breeze stirs, and she feels a hand brush across her nipples, bringing instant pleasure to her points, sending a surge of electricity to her pussy. She holds herself a bit firmer and squeezes together her thighs.

She moans. She looks at her breasts, milky white with pink areoles and nipples. Her nipples stiffen and the glands around them become prominent.

She moves her hand slowly against her pussy, tracing her slit, feeling her wetness. She imagines Johnny sucking her nipples, drawing around the crescent of glands, asking her intimate questions.

Francie opens her thighs, exposing herself to no-one, and starts fingering her clitoris while Johnny sucks her breasts.

She can smell herself, a scent she loves as much as Johnny does. She scoops juice from her hole, smells it and rubs it on her tits. She goes back for more and tastes it. Johnny. Suck me, she moans.

The tomcat is back, sniffing the air, and lays in a section of soft grass, its tail twitching, its eyes on her.

Oh, kitty, Francie gasps, you’ve come back to watch the show. Francie opens her legs wider and pulls apart her pussy lips, her clit appearing from beneath its hiding place.

The tomcat suddenly stiffens, perks its ears and jumps up and runs off.

Francie looks around, then she hears it. The sweet song. The siren’s sound. She is coming for her.

Francie’s pussy heaves at the thought. Oh, gawd, yes, she moans.

https://youtu.be/FBXqEZbxsg8

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The call becomes sweeter, her need more urgent.

The song fills the heavens, fills her mind. Creation is silent and still, except for the lure of the siren.

Francie’s sex throbs with anticipation, her breasts heavy with sensation, her nipples send short sparks of steady pleasure to her wet pussy.

Her gaze trained on the bog, crazily churning with heightened desire, bringing up mud from the depths of where they sleep. The muddied bath beckons Francie to join them, let them pleasure her flesh.

Francie, no longer resisting, follows the call to the muddy bath, where she submerges her needy body into the warm mire. The arms of many cradle her and she rests her head on their chests and closes her eyes.

The silty hands of many swarm her flesh, teasing and pinching her swollen nipples. They ease apart her thighs and silty fingers of many prod and explore the valleys and peaks of her sex, entering her holes, separating her folds, spreading her hood, exposing her clitoris.

Francie succumbs to the exquisite sexual massage, her body relaxed, taunted pleasurably by eddies of sand.

Her moans audible but not as loud as the sudden gasp she makes when a coarse tongue of sand begins to lap against clitoris.

https://youtu.be/893EQWpF55k

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie’s body jerks, writhing in short waves of both pleasure and pain as the coarse tongue targets her clit. And almost as soon as it starts, it stops.

Francie’s body heaves a heavy sigh, almost a collective shrug as all pleasure stops at once. Still cradled in their arms, her head against soft chest pillows, Francie, hearing no sound and sensing an odd stillness, opens her eyes.

She immediately closes them, holding tightly her lids long and purposefully. She opens her eyes. She can see them. All of them. Beautiful men and women. All naked. All looking at her, cocks erect, pussies splayed, breasts of all sizes. Some are masturbating; others fucking, some sucking each other. But all sexually charged and looking at her.

Francie feels an incredible sense of calm. She isn’t afraid. Even when the dark-haired beauty’s fantastical long cock starts teasing her pussy hole while his hand, which shouldn't have been able to reach her, starts carressing her breasts. Another beauty, this one an older woman, begins to massage Francie’s swollen belly occasionally allowing her fingers to wander to her clitoris for a few passes before going back to her belly.

They float, this lot, in and out, as if under water. Is this what it feels like to be in the womb, Francie wonders, swirling in psychedelic fantasy.

Francie’s pussy heaves. The long cock has entered her and is pumping fast. She locks eyes with her lover, knowing instantly his story is tragic and he is thinking of the woman left behind.

She looks at the older woman caressing her pregnant belly and knows immediately she has lost her young child. The woman, realizing the sudden connection and not wanting to relive any memories, turns her attention to Francie’s clit, desperate to bring her to orgasm. Francie’s clit reacts and climbs toward orgasm, the cock’s steady rhythmic motion inside her.

The hands and fingers of the many are back, sending her higher and higher. Francie, nearing the edge, nearing her climax, pictures the many watching her, watching her pleasured face, tugging her erect nipples and sucking her swollen pussy. His cock serenades her gspot. Her fingers press the side of her clitoris.

Francie steps over the edge, her pleasure like a flower bud unfurling over and over. Spasming for her lovers, delighting that they are watching.

Coming down, she whimpers in exhaustion.

Anticipating their approval, she opens her eyes.

They are gone. She is alone in her muddy bath. She is no longer cradled. The mud is rather cold.

A red-tailed hawk flies overhead, chased by a noisy bunch of crows.

A twig snaps and she hears a familiar voice nearing. Her Johnny. He is talking to tomcat, then spots her in the mud bath and flashes a wide grin and shakes his head.

How much fun can a mud bath be by yourself, he asks, taking off his jeans.


https://youtu.be/LM0uWS5AIwk

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Intermission (kinda like you’d see in the old movies)

First, thank you for reading Mossy Grove.

It has become quite special to me and I wish it was a real place I could escape to. Oh, the orgasms to be had.

I’m curious if you have a favorite couple: Laura/Dereck? Francie/Johnny? Hippie Girl/Hippie Guy? Annie/Ricky? I fancy them all, each for different reasons.

I sometimes wonder what you think. Some of you have shared your favorites and why. I appreciate that. Feel free to write me here or PM me. I promise, I’m nice. I’m not the bog lady. But then, that really isn’t a bad thing, is it.

 

[Cabooseluvr]

Annie/Ricky

I love that one

Intermission (kinda like you’d see in the old movies)

First, thank you for reading Mossy Grove.

It has become quite special to me and I wish it was a real place I could escape to. Oh, the orgasms to be had.

I’m curious if you have a favorite couple: Laura/Dereck? Francie/Johnny? Hippie Girl/Hippie Guy? Annie/Ricky? I fancy them all, each for different reasons.

I sometimes wonder what you think. Some of you have shared your favorites and why. I appreciate that. Feel free to write me here or PM me. I promise, I’m nice. I’m not the bog lady. But then, that really isn’t a bad thing, is it.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

thank you all for the feedback. fun stuff


They sit against the tree. Her back against his chest. She between his thighs. The weight of her pregnant belly pulls her legs up and apart, much like the position she will take when she gives birth.

His arms wrapped around her, his hands holding her swollen breasts, his thumbs brushing over her plump nipples. She feels the length of his hard cock against her back.

Still covered in mud, she turns her face toward his and they kiss. Her arm lightly glances against his left nipple, and his cock throbs even more. Reaching around her belly, he covers her pussy slit with his hand before forcing it open, plunging his fingers into her juice hole, and rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. He pulls away from her mouth and tastes her pussy on his fingers.

Tomcat, watching the two, perks his ears and sniffs the air, catching the scent of her.

His tail twitches. As does Johnny’s cock.

Francie, aroused, rubs her feet against Johnny’s legs, muddied from helping his girl out of the bog where she had been pleasured by many. He wasn’t shocked about what she had told him. He knew about the bog. His grandfather had talked about it little over the years but his tearful warnings were clear. Stay away.

But he and Francie were drawn to Mossy Grove, lured by sweet song. They had seen things so beautiful and had experienced things so pleasurable they couldn't stay away.

Johhny sniffs his finger, goes back for another dip and rubs his finger under her nose. Her pussy heaves. His cock trembles. Her scent intoxicating to both of them.

The bog is still, its heavy mud settling back to its depths where they sleep, her among them.

Francie feels Johnny's cock move and presses hard against it.

I want to ride you, she whispers.

He lifts her ass, helps her settle on his hard wet pole. Grasping her hips, he helps her move up and down on his cock, separating her ass cheeks with his thumbs all the while watching his rod appear, then disappear inside her pussy hole.

Tomcat licks his chops, brings up his paw and starts grooming himself, still watching.

Unlike Johnny, Tomcat can see Francie’s titties bouncing, her unkept mound kissing Johnny’s thick cock with each thrust. Tomcat can see Francie’s pleasured face, captured in ecstasy. Tomcat can see Johnny’s strong hands griping her hips, helping and guiding her movements. Faster, he moves her, faster.

The couple is noisy, grunting and groaning. Creation, well aware of the copulating couple, is still.

Francie calls out Johnny’s name as she climaxes, her pussy tightening around his cock with uncontrolled spasms. Johnny lets go, filling her pussy with his heat. He cries out, joining her calls.

They rock against each other, milking the most from their orgasms.

Tomcat, satisfied but suddenly hungry, scampers away toward the meadow.

https://youtu.be/0m-0wabABgA
put 'em in the Hall while at least two of them are still alive

 

[Cabooseluvr]

Mmmmmmmmmm

That is sooooo erotic

thank you all for the feedback. fun stuff


They sit against the tree. Her back against his chest. She between his thighs. The weight of her pregnant belly pulls her legs up and apart, much like the position she will take when she gives birth.

His arms wrapped around her, his hands holding her swollen breasts, his thumbs brushing over her plump nipples. She feels the length of his hard cock against her back.

Still covered in mud, she turns her face toward his and they kiss. Her arm lightly glances against his left nipple, and his cock throbs even more. Reaching around her belly, he covers her pussy slit with his hand before forcing it open, plunging his fingers into her juice hole, and rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. He pulls away from her mouth and tastes her pussy on his fingers.

Tomcat, watching the two, perks his ears and sniffs the air, catching the scent of her.

His tail twitches. As does Johnny’s cock.

Francie, aroused, rubs her feet against Johnny’s legs, muddied from helping his girl out of the bog where she had been pleasured by many. He wasn’t shocked about what she had told him. He knew about the bog. His grandfather had talked about it little over the years but his tearful warnings were clear. Stay away.

But he and Francie were drawn to Mossy Grove, lured by sweet song. They had seen things so beautiful and had experienced things so pleasurable they couldn't stay away.

Johhny sniffs his finger, goes back for another dip and rubs his finger under her nose. Her pussy heaves. His cock trembles. Her scent intoxicating to both of them.

The bog is still, its heavy mud settling back to its depths where they sleep, her among them.

Francie feels Johnny's cock move and presses hard against it.

I want to ride you, she whispers.

He lifts her ass, helps her settle on his hard wet pole. Grasping her hips, he helps her move up and down on his cock, separating her ass cheeks with his thumbs all the while watching his rod appear, then disappear inside her pussy hole.

Tomcat licks his chops, brings up his paw and starts grooming himself, still watching.

Unlike Johnny, Tomcat can see Francie’s titties bouncing, her unkept mound kissing Johnny’s thick cock with each thrust. Tomcat can see Francie’s pleasured face, captured in ecstasy. Tomcat can see Johnny’s strong hands griping her hips, helping and guiding her movements. Faster, he moves her, faster.

The couple is noisy, grunting and groaning. Creation, well aware of the copulating couple, is still.

Francie calls out Johnny’s name as she climaxes, her pussy tightening around his cock with uncontrolled spasms. Johnny lets go, filling her pussy with his heat. He cries out, joining her calls.

They rock against each other, milking the most from their orgasms.

Tomcat, satisfied but suddenly hungry, scampers away toward the meadow.

https://youtu.be/0m-0wabABgA
put 'em in the Hall while at least two of them are still alive

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The couple is reclined near the water; she on her back, her legs spread eagle; he on his knees, his face buried in her pussy.

Mother moon and father of creation wait in the sky. All is good, a symptom of the universe.

Below, Mossy Grove is calm. The bog still. A few critters rest in the shade of tall seedy weeds. A flock of starlings scatter as a tomcat rises to its feet and scampers by, its nose high in the air.

An azure sky broken only by the brightest of globes radiates hot rays of sunshine onto her flesh, illuminating every sexually charged goosebump of her body, awakened by the heat of his touch.

Francie’s nipples, ripe from impending motherhood, are prominent, made firm by purpose and his nimble fingers. Her areolas are puckered, made taut from sexual awareness and erect glands that will help lubricate a suckling mouth.

Her body heaves with every slurp from the depths of her hole as Johnny’s tongue greedily laps her juices. Her body heaves as his lips suck her clitoris from its hiding spot, his tongue flicking against her sensitive button.

He pulls his face from her pussy to get a glimpse of her pleasured face. He fingers ample juice from her pussy and traces her slit, dipping into her well and then teasing her other hole.

Her eyes closed, her smile so sweet. His lady, his love, riding through the sunshine from above.

He leans down, his face in her pussy hole and laps her juice with his tongue before lowering it to her asshole. His tongue traces around its edge, then penetrates her tight hole.

The bog’s surface boils. And reveals part of an inhabitant from deep down. A sleek silver tentacle wraps around Johnny's throbbing cock while another remains poised, ready to enter his hole.

credit: iommi, osbourne, butler, ward

https://youtu.be/fLOb4KVS-S8

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The tentacles, one around his cock and the other at his hole, pulsate rhythmically, driving Johnny into an ecstatic fit. The length of his cock is massaged, tiny pinpoints in circular motions up and down and around. A feathery tongue tickles his slit sending pleasure coursing through his groin. Fingers dance around his cock rim while a soft finger massages the underside of his cock head, his most sensitive spot.

Johnny, still on his knees, steadies himself with his hands, flat on the ground at Francie’s hips. His moans nearly as loud as hers, his tongue still probing her ass.

Francie starts to cum, his tongue in her ass sending her up into the universe where she rides psychedelic wave after wave of orgasmic energy.

Mother moon, not yet set, wobbles from the guttural sounds emanating from the earthly couple, the force shifting the land’s waters.

The other tentacle tap-dances around Johnny's hole, sending surges of extreme pleasure to his engorged cock. His pleasure is nearly unbearable when soft fingers enter his hole and bull’s-eye his prostate with steady vibration.

Johnny loses control and falls away from Francie, still orgasming. Not able to control his spasms, his legs stretch out, his feet curl and his cock spurts cum loads high into the air.

Together they come down from their incredible highs.

They lay spent, their bodies heaving. They look at each other. Francie giggles. Johnny, wide-eyed, feels something brush against his privates and watches as two silvery tentacles slip back into the water.


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[Sweet_Lara]

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Johnny and Francie

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie traced the scar on his chin, picturing him as a teen, his hair a little longer, traces of hair above his lip line and a skateboard under his arm.

A penny for your thoughts, Johnny said, smiling, pushing strands of hair away from her cheek.

She shared, retelling his story of how he smashed face first into a car parked at the curb, nearly dislocating his jaw. Skateboard under his feet, headphones on, his head in music heaven listening to Humble Pie, and trying to impress a girl, he didn’t see the squirrel. To avoid being the second thing that ran over it, he jumped it and spun himself right into the Nova. Ouch.

Francie stifled a small grin by reaching over and kissing his scar. There, all better.

Johnny kissed his girl full on her lips, wrapping his shirt around her shoulders. He fiddled with his backpack. He had brought along breakfast and his horn. He fed his girl fruit, a granola square, cheese and crackers. A kiss between each bite, along with some orange juice.

He stood, towering above her and put the horn to his lips. Francie watched as his half erect cock seemed to bob with every high note he played. His chest heaved with each breath and she could pick out the Chicago tune quite nicely.

She loved him dearly and listened to his serenade, massaging her prominent belly, full with their child. She knew the day he spilled his life-giving seed into her. It was the first time he had brought her to Mossy Grove, a special place revered by his grandfather, a place mixed with pain and pleasure.

They made love often that summer day, her birthday. They painted each other with mud. They orgasmed together, his cock in her pussy, and apart, facing each other, masturbating. He decorated her with flowers from the meadow. They ate a picnic lunch under the shade tree. She gave him a hand job. He sucked her clitoris and fingered her hole.

They were drawn to the bog’s edge by the most beautiful shell, permanently wet even though water was not touching it. Francie picked it up, instantly feeling sexual pleasure, an urge to mount it. Another time, she heard the whisper.

Hand in hand, they stood at the bog and watched as a vision became crystal clear of a beautiful woman, her belly full with child. They instantly liked her, mesmerized by her, connected to her. Johnny’s heart skipped. Yes, your grandfather, he heard the whisper.

The beautiful woman floated before them, her eyes never leaving them, her hands cradling her belly.

Johnny moved behind Francie, wrapped his arms around her, grasped each tit and pumped his cock into her pussy hole, urgently yet lovingly, and came with a loud grunt, his seed filling her, eventually piercing her own, uniting them forever.


https://youtu.be/pizRRft3_8Y
thankful for love, music

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie smiles at the memory, and reaches over and grabs Johnny’s hand and leads him into the meadow where white daisies densely cover the area in spring.

Johnny picks a bouquet of late summer asters, takes to his knee before Francie, presenting the flowers to her. My lady, he says, his usual playful voice masked with faux seriousness. I am honored gallant knight, Francie returns, giggling and smelling the weeds, scrunching her nose at the pungent smell.

Johnny laughs, kisses her on the cheek and takes her hands and, palm to palm, raises them with his. Her arms and his, stretched above their heads, her angelic face inches from his. He kisses her deeply, then separates, staring into her eyes before looking at her full breasts, naturally lifted from raised arms. Her aerolas, darkened a bit from pregnancy, perfectly surround her thick nipples, beautifully designed to sustain life. The life they created together.

He looks at her eyes again, so full of love for him and their child. His eyes water and hers, too. They connect deeply in every way.

I love you, Francie, he says, breaking their hold to hug her as tightly as he can, her belly between them.

You’re squishing me, Francie says, laughing as Johnny backs away, revealing his hard cock. Now look what you did, he says, grabbing his dick and wagging it at her.

Francie grins, her eyes light up. And look what you’ve done to me, Francie countered, slowly circling her nipples and rubbing her belly.

They both laugh, and fondle themselves, exaggerating the way they touch their flesh. They become quiet.

She leads him over to an old wide tree stump, where she picks a few strands of tall grass gone to seed. Johnny helps her down onto the stump, her belly forcing her legs and pussy open.

She pulls Johnny closer, his cock at her face and slowly outlines his hard cock with the feathery end of the grass. Johnny’s knees buckle as she paints his dick with nature’s brush. His face shows his pleasure, his moans announce his building orgasm.

She takes him in her mouth, his cockhead gently at first, her tongue exploring its ridge and slit. And soon, his length, her hands cupping and kneading his balls. He reaches for her heavy tits. Pinches to her nipples send a surge of double pleasure to her clitoris, and her pussy gushes her scent into the air.

Johnny grunts and releases his hot cum into her mouth. She swallows as his cock pulses with each creamy spasm.

Tomcat, already disturbed from his sleep, sniffs the scent of sex in the air, flashes his tail and licks his chops. Turning from the couple, he pads off in search of dinner.


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[Sweet_Lara]

Tomcat, decidedly bored, pawed at the decaying patch of the old tree stump, still scented with the release of pregnant Francie, who spilled her pussy juice as her Johnny tugged her nipples. Her scent so enchanting, much like her.

Her scent now on his paw, he batted his nose, imprinting her scent forever before grooming himself.

She was one of his favorites in Mossy Grove. She often would dance for him. Well, mostly for Johnny but he was sure she was aware of his attention. Her body, deliciously changing with each month as she grew their child. Her breasts fuller and early on most tender as she often had to swat Johnny’s hands and mouth away. Now, she eagerly insisted Johnny suck her nipples to toughen them up for the baby.

Her belly, beautiful and taut, hiding her hairy mound, which she had let go. Her pussy lips plumper, he was pretty sure, and her orgasms more intense, he was definite.

Tomcat was most attentive whenever Francie came to the bog, usually early in the morning, to play with herself. Watching her slip out of her shift never grew old. Her breasts always gave a quick bounce before settling. And, if she was wearing them, a much longer sniff of the crotch of her panties. Francie liked her scent.

She would settle against the tree, close her eyes and open her pussy to the elements, offering a soft sigh when the brisk morning air kissed her most private place. She would cup her pussy with her hand and rub her slit a few times before opening her lips and dipping her finger into her well, capturing her essence and bringing it up onto her clitoris. Her bottom would wiggle as she settled tighter against the tree just before her finger would begin seducing her sex out of its hiding place.

Tomcat loved her first moan. He sometimes would watch her touch from just feet away, her scent filling his space so intoxicatingly he would lick the air causing her to laugh and ask why he’s eating bugs.

Other times he would be out of sight, and stop whatever he was doing to listen, so in tune with her moans, her tempo, her sounds and knowing when she is nearing climax, about to kiss the universe with her pussy pleasure.

Mossy Grove was Tomcat’s charge and he treasured the couples who showed up for pleasure. Things were pretty chill at the grove but sometimes got messy when the bog lady decided to make an appearance. Tomcat, like the rest of creation, made himself scarce when she sounded her sweet siren. He bristled at the memory of the mortal woman walking into the water.

The mad chatter of two squirrels brought him back to the present. Tomcat was the wise one of the bog, spending his time keeping order among the other critters.

Creation is orderly and not chaotic. Nothing is haphazard. Seasons remain and that will not change. It’s the mortals who are unpredictable and mess things up. But it’s the mortals who Tomcat enjoys the most, making him want to stick around. Every one of them different but really the same. Their needy pussys and cocks, always wanting to be sucked and touched. Always needing to copulate and orgasm, their sounds orchestral concerts in the heavens much enjoyed by creation.

Silly beings, Tomcat purred, promptly calling up her sweet scent from the recesses of his small but smart brain.


https://youtu.be/U8IjEyB2Beg
anytime, bon

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Tomcat was the first to notice her. She had been walking down the dirt road when a scampering rabbit with the fluffiest cotton tail caught her attention. She followed it as it led her down the two-track.

She was a brunette - more honey golden when caught in the sun's rays. Her hair was shoulder length and messy with sluggish curls. Her complexion clear, her eyes a blue/gray framed by full lashes. So lovely to look at, he thought.

Tomcat knew immediately she was ruled by her heart. She was talking to a rabbit, after all. She was kneeling, her hand outstretched, her mouth in an upturned smile, encouraging the rabbit to stay still, which gave Tomcat more time to take her in.

She was dressed in white shorts, highlighting tanned legs that seemed a bit longer with her feet bare only protected by skimpy black flipflops. He gazed on her smooth inner thighs, trying to decide what her pussy was like. Were her lips orderly and neatly tucked away until they came out to play or were they butterfly lips always showing even when resting. He instinctively sniffed the air, hoping to catch her pussy scent.

Her white puffy blouse, with powder blue appliqué, should have been off her shoulders but she couldn't be bothered with the constant tugging that would be required.

Tomcat stepped a little closer and licked his chops. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her points sitting way up firm and high. Where’s a cool breeze when you need one, he thought.

A branch snapped and the rabbit took off as the young woman called to it, urging it not to be afraid. But it was long gone. The girl sighed and was about to turn away and return to the road.

Tomcat, knowing he had but one chance, bolted out into the two track and hissed. He caught her attention. She was startled but smiled. So you’re the reason bunny took off. Naughty you.

Tomcat turned from her, swished his high tail and padded down the two track, deeper into the woods. And she followed.

He was leading her to Mossy Grove, where she was about to fulfill one of her fantasies.


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[Sweet_Lara]

Willa tried to step around the water-filled ruts on the two-track, keeping pace with the large gray cat as it kept its distance ahead of her on the way to who knows where.

Willa loved a mystery and wasn’t bothered, even when she walked out of her sandal, snagged in a patch of thick mud. She just shrugged, gathered the shoe and the other one in her hand and continued walking barefoot, mud splashing up onto her bare legs.

Kitty, she called, as the cat padded ahead, occasionally turning back and looking at her, until the dirt track ended. Tomcat stopped and watched her.

Willa, wide-eyed, put her hand against her breast and gasped. Just ahead was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. A bog, framed by lush greenery, its waters still, glistening in the sunlight. It was magical, beads of light dancing on the water surface as the hum of the sweetest sound filled the air. A sandy patch buffered the water’s edge and unkept grasses that butted up against the forest.

The call of a bluejay startled her and she turned to see the bird fly for cover into the dense canopy of a large shade tree, just on the edge of the meadow where wild poppies and sweet William were in full bloom

Willa, enchanted by her fantastical surroundings, skipped toward the tree, curious about what was underneath it. A six-string was left against the trunk and below it a sketch pad.

She picked up the pad and grinned at the crude drawing in charcoal. The woman’s facial features were blurred but her anatomy was quite clear. Reclined under the tree, her legs open, her hand was at her pussy, a bit hairy, her fingers on her clitoris. Her face expressed pleasure, that much Willa could tell. And if not, her exaggerated erect nipples on her full breasts were giveaways.

This beautiful lady, relaxing under the tree, was masturbating. And the little chickadee on her shoulder was there for the show.

Willa studied the drawing, and thought for a second to put her own hand down the front of her shorts and touch her tingling pussy. But she didn’t dare. What if someone saw her.

Willa stared at the drawing, imaging what the voluptuous woman was feeling and if she was close to climaxing.

Willa touched the top button of her shorts, and hesitated when she heard humming. No way, she thought, and listened. The sweet sound again. In the air. She looked over at the bog, it was still. The sound was coming from the meadow.

She turned in time to see a woman walking toward her, a smile on her face and a wave of her hand. Willa knew instantly she was cool. The woman was naked, wearing only a floppy hat and big round sunglasses.

I see ya found my sketch pad, the woman said, beaming. She held out her hand, and at the same time said, nice to meet you, my name’s Pearl.

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[Sweet_Lara]

They sat topless under the tree, Pearl strumming tunes on her six-string and Willa plucking petals from a bouquet of wildflowers the two women had just picked.

They had just finished a rather lengthy conversation about their nipples. Willa lamented hers were too small and often wished they stood out more. She pinched them and pulled on them, stretching her skin and yelping from pain.

Pearl leaned over and swatted Willa’s hands away. Good lord, girl, leave your titties alone. They’re perfect. You worry too much, hon. Whatcha wanna hear?

Willa again reached for her nipples, fiddling with her buds, not yet ready to give up on the tingle that had sparked in her pussy.

She couldn’t help but stare at Pearl’s left nipple, seemingly always erect and peaking from just above the neck of the guitar. Her nipples would make any guy’s mouth water and cock spring to life.

Pearl’s raspy voice and the music she was creating saturated the air with joy, much like it had for days now.

The two had become fast friends. Sisters almost.

Pearl was the old soul of the two, living in the moment, often encouraging Willa to do the same. Take chances, dear. Follow your dreams. Life’s out there waiting for you. Don’t waste it.

Pearl had shared only once about her life “away from Mossy Grove.” Her friends weren’t the greatest, and took advantage of her for their gain. They weren’t my friends, hon, she had said, but I didn't know it. Shit, I never had a real friend. Until you, she said, breaking into a smile that followed a swell of tears.

Willa had taken her friend’s hand and held it, transferring warmth to someone who needed some.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no

The song brought Willa back to the now. Pearl, her head wrapped in a red bandanna, was singing the familiar tune they both adored for different reasons.

Willa laid back, her breasts spreading, and reached for Pearl’s sketchpad, and flipped over to another page. A new drawing, the same woman but her face now was detailed. It was Willa’s face, pleasured and climaxing from self touch. Laying next to her, another woman, also touching herself to orgasm. Her face was clear, too.

Willa looked from the drawing over to Pearl. Still playing, Pearl’s left nipple was even thicker. Willa looked down at her own two hard buds, touching each briefly with her finger, feeling an immediate jolt of pleasure and wetness between her legs.

Willa looked over again to Pearl, who was grinning. Shit, girl, look at your nipples. Wonder what has them all excited, Pearl said, winking.


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[Sweet_Lara]

Willa blushed and jumped up, her full breasts jiggling and then settling nicely.

Good lord, girl, Pearl said, stopping mid-song, springing up herself, and resting the guitar against the tree. Damn your tits are fine, she continued, her hands on her hips, looking at Willa.

Willa smiled, not knowing what to say.

C’mon girlie, I’ve got something to show ya, Pearl said, breaking the silence and grabbing Willa by the hand. With Pearl leading the way, they scampered into the meadow, scattering birds and an occasional rabbit hiding in the tall weeds.

The sun seemed to be shining especially on Pearl’s flowing golden hair, now free of the bandanna. The sunshine emphasized the pearlized glow of Pearl’s flawless complexion on both her face and body.

Pearl suddenly stopped and held out her arm, her hand, extending her index finger. A yellow swallowtail landed on her finger tip.

Hello you, Pearl said, drawing her finger closer to her face, then flashing a sheepish grin at Willa. Looking at the butterfly again, Pearl smiled, and told Willa, he’s just an old friend of mine.

The butterfly took off, flying in a lazy swirl as it spiraled higher into the sky, now a brilliant purple haze.

Willa watched as her fantastical friend stood mesmerized, her face aglow as the sky swirled all shades purple. Pearl’s nipples were erect, her breasts on point drawn to the sky.

Not knowing if she should but recalling Pearl’s words to do it if it feels right, Willa stepped forward and joined her friend at her side, feeling the desire to present her own breasts to the heavens. Willa felt a warm flush cross her face. And then a pull of her nipples, the feeling intense and pleasurable.

The sky was kissing her breasts.

The wind was whispering their names.


https://youtu.be/r0EMrJTgqgM

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The sky settled, now a brilliant cornflower blue with puffy white clouds.

Creation was still, satisfied actually. The encore had saturated the heavens, climaxing with sound from electrified strings.

Below, the two women lay naked, side by side, their breasts flushed from the barrage of hungry mouths that had teased and taunted their nipples and massaged their soft fleshy mounds.

Watching a V of squawking Canada geese fly over, Willa rivaled the noise. She couldn't stop talking, delirious almost of the incredible high of nearly orgasming over and over. It was always right there, she told Pearl, and then they would back down, only to take me to the top again. It was incredible Pearl. Did you feel it? It felt so good. I wanna do it again. I wanna cum next time. Oh, Pearl. I wanna be here forever.

Pearl, incredibly humored by her friend, raised on her elbow, looked over at Willa. She was on her back, her eyes closed, her face in pleasant smile, her hand cupped over her sensitive mound. Pearl smiled. She knew Willa thought the world of her, her beautiful and free spirit matching that of her own.

Willa had even started dressing like her, showing up on their daily meets in the same patterned flowing peasant skirts that Pearl wore. When they were together, they would strip off their shirts, both proud of their sexuality, their womenhood, their tits, their nipples.

Pearl watched as Willa, unaware her friend was watching, started to gently rub her clitoris. Her finger inched downward, dipping into her hole, finding wetness and bringing it to her clit. A few more rubs. Willa raised her hips in pleasure and moaned softly. She smelled herself on her finger and rubbed the juice over her nipples, letting out a pleasured sigh.

Their pussies, which stayed mostly covered in dress, had yet to be celebrated together. But it was a matter of time, Pearl knew. Not so much a sexual desire but a celebration of the bond they shared as women. Pearl desired to hear Willa’s sound as she released, knowing that same feeling upon release.

Pearl was still watching Willa when she stopped touching herself.

Listen, Willa said, breaking the silence. I hear music, bits and pieces. Almost like it’s piercing through the sky. There, an orchestra. No, bass. Wait, that’s an organ. Ohh, I know that song! I know that song! What’s the name? Pearl, you hear it, too, right? It’s music. All kinds of music.

Willa had raised up, her attempt to get closer and to better hear the sounds penetrating the sky in short blips.

Pearl had settled back, her arms locked behind her head, cradling it, her eyes now on the sky.

She chuckled, assured her friend she could hear everything, too. They’re all here. All of them. You're a lucky girl, Willa. It’s no accident you’re here in the meadow. This is a magical place few people are allowed to experience. Long ago, you invited music into your soul and these sounds are now part of you. Enjoy it, Willa. They want to please you, thank you for getting their vibe. Shit, girl, the coolest part is some desire you as well.

Willa sat even taller as a pleasure bolt surged through her body. She looked down at her breasts, then opened her legs and touched her naked pussy. She looked up to the sky, then over at Pearl, still watching the sky, grinning wildly.

Willa was quiet for a while, muttered a soft wow and said to no one in particular, you mean Bon Scott might actually want to play with my pussy?

Just then, a jagged lightning bolt split the sky.

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