Whispers from Mossy Grove

[Cabooseluvr]

You are on a roll this week!!

Mother moon, high in the sky and keeping an eye on her immediate heavens, cast a warm glow over a calm Mossy Grove.

Above, the heavens were abuzz. The father of the sky had claimed an earthen girl as his and talk was of a new goddess, perhaps.

In a near gallop, Tomcat rushed out from the tall flowers of the meadow, his lady cat just behind. His nose high in the air, the moonlight revealed the golden flecks usually buried deeply in his hazel eyes.

The scent was hypnotic. Her scent. Moonyean’s scent. Her pussy had just released its sweet nectar and the delicious aroma still hung heavily over Mossy Grove. Tomcat couldn’t drink it in fast enough and soon was rolling in the moss where she had laid. His lady cat, also overcome by the exquisite smell, was purring and rubbing against his gray fur.

The felines, tumbled together, were soon drawn to the sky, allowed to witness the source of their pleasure. No mortal was meant to see such wonder.

Her human mouth was wrapped around the cockhead of the celestial god, sucking his swollen cap, pulling it inside with her eager tongue and then pushing it out. A rhythmic motion that mimicked waves drawn to the ocean beach.

She paid special attention to his rim, swirling her tongue around and below, and again, each time higher, then each time lower.

Jove was on his back, his dark curled locks partly covering his pleasured face. His midnight beard moved with each low groan from his lips.

Her lips were plump and wet and her cheeks flushed. Her tongue found his slit, then quickly moved down and away, only to return again to drive him mad with pleasure.

The felines watched, awestruck by her complete attention to his cock, prominent with veins of lightning bolts and oh so ready to cum.

Jove’s body was already shaking, overcome by her energy and his near release, when Moonyean tapped his ass hole with her finger, sending a ripple of exquisite delight surging through his shaft.

Jove let out a thunderous shout as he orgasmed, the heavens flashing with a blinding white light. His seed spilled, flowing like a river through the stars. Thunder shook the sky and stars were jostled from their places.

Down below Tomcat and his lady cat were wide-eyed and up on their haunches as the sky flashed a brilliant white and then dimmed. The ground shook violently, then simmered.

Mother moon, shakened a bit by his release, settled again, her glow steady on the grove.



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[Sweet_Lara]

Jove plucked Moonyean’s nipple with his thumb, his finger lazily tracing her aerola. They lay together effortlessly, her body melted into his.

She cradled his cock in her hand, not wanting to give up possession of it just yet. His beautiful face, framed by a tangle of jet black hair, pleasured in orgasm, played over in her mind’s eye. She reached over and kissed his full lips, separating them with her tongue.

Jove’s cock tightened, prompting a slight squeeze from Moonyean’s hand. Her tongue warm against his, his tongue hungry for hers. They kissed deeply, savoring each other for quite some time.

Jove felt Moonyean’s heart race each time he left her mouth and raised his lips to her ear.

Her leg was wrapped over Jove’s thigh, her wet pussy pressed against his flesh.

They savored the sparks of sexual energy, the currents of pleasure that zigzagged through their bodies.

They watched spectacular splashes of color meander through space, some floating like a lullaby singing them to sleep, others raging like storm-driven waves crashing against the shore.

Space was silent with blended colors swirling among a glimmer of distant lights.

They watched as a brilliant fireball from below, like a bat out of hell, shot past them, soaring heavenward, flashing fiery oranges and reds on its way up.

The fireball never fizzled but instead was captured through a thin crack of heaven that opened just in time to receive its latest treasure.

Down below in Mossy Grove, a short distance away from the bog, Annie and Ricky were in the front seat of his parked Dodge Charger.

They were barely dressed, the radio drowning out any sounds, their bodies oh so close, illuminated by the dashboard lights.



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[Cabooseluvr]

Lovely! It has been awhile and wondered if this was going to continue

Jove plucked Moonyean’s nipple with his thumb, his finger lazily tracing her aerola. They lay together effortlessly, her body melted into his.

She cradled his cock in her hand, not wanting to give up possession of it just yet. His beautiful face, framed by a tangle of jet black hair, pleasured in orgasm, played over in her mind’s eye. She reached over and kissed his full lips, separating them with her tongue.

Jove’s cock tightened, prompting a slight squeeze from Moonyean’s hand. Her tongue warm against his, his tongue hungry for hers. They kissed deeply, savoring each other for quite some time.

Jove felt Moonyean’s heart race each time he left her mouth and raised his lips to her ear.

Her leg was wrapped over Jove’s thigh, her wet pussy pressed against his flesh.

They savored the sparks of sexual energy, the currents of pleasure that zigzagged through their bodies.

They watched spectacular splashes of color meander through space, some floating like a lullaby singing them to sleep, others raging like storm-driven waves crashing against the shore.

Space was silent with blended colors swirling among a glimmer of distant lights.

They watched as a brilliant fireball from below, like a bat out of hell, shot past them, soaring heavenward, flashing fiery oranges and reds on its way up.

The fireball never fizzled but instead was captured through a thin crack of heaven that opened just in time to receive its latest treasure.

Down below in Mossy Grove, a short distance away from the bog, Annie and Ricky were in the front seat of his parked Dodge Charger.

They were barely dressed, the radio drowning out any sounds, their bodies oh so close, illuminated by the dashboard lights.



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[Sweet_Lara]

It had been a decade since the original vagabond, disheveled from a sleepless hours of words and musical notes, called a former lover from a Midwest phone booth excited about the story song he had just penned.

It had been a decade since the barefoot Madonna, prompted by the unexpected phone call under a full moon, wrote of diamonds and rust and a relationship lost.

That song hung with the early morning fog in Mossy Grove, a serenade played from a worn-out cassette popped into the tape player mounted under the dashboard of Ricky's Dodge Charger.

The naked couple sat in silence, lulled by the beauty of the otherworldly voice that offered a bit of a respite from the sticky heat that gripped the grove.

What do you think it was that he gave her, Annie asked. Think it was the clap?

Ricky laughed, reached his hand forward and rubbed away dew from inside the windshield. His eyes narrowed as he skimmed the still surface of the bog, visible under a curtain of heavy fog.

Annie snuggled in a bit closer and nestled her head just under his jaw. Ricky wrapped his arm tightly around her, his hand holding her plump left breast.

They both stared out the window, their eyes trained on the bog, each replaying memories of tentacles, orgasms and a beautiful lady.

The song ended, and both were startled by the sound of the cassette ejecting itself.

They watched as a ripple appeared in the still waters of the bog and radiated outward, approaching the shore.

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[Sweet_Lara]

Annie squeezed her eyes closed, as she picked up the acceleration of Ricky's heartbeat in her ear. The air in Mossy Grove was heavy with a sort of excited energy, the kind that prompts goosebumps.

Ricky felt it, too. He rolled down his window, the handle squeaking with each full turn, and took deep breaths of the saturated air.

Annie shivered, not from cold but from an ignition on her flesh.

Her mind went back to that time they were at the bog's edge, mesmerized when the tentacles appeared from the water and gave them so much pleasure but scared the shit out of them.

They had laughed it off to a few hits of Ricky's black hash. There was no smoking this time, though. Annie had used her smoke money to buy a well-used Epiphone at a Nashville pawn shop.

It's happening again Annie, Ricky stammered, breaking the silence and forcing his back further against the seat, his best attempt of escaping whatever it was approaching the car from the water. His cock was stirring.

Ricky, Annie gasped, her clitoris swelling with surges of overwhelming pleasure. Her head still on his shoulder, she rolled onto her back and propped one heel on the dashboard and the other over the top of the front seat. Her pussy opened wide to her lover.

Fuck me, she cried, her voice almost unrecognizable. Ricky watched as her hips lifted rhythmically from the vinyl seat. He caught glimpses of her raised rosy bud, her butterfly lips, imagining it was his tongue tasting her.

Massaging his cock with his left hand, he watched her breasts heave with steady moans. He reached over and fingered her right nipple first, then her left. Baby, he whispered.

He stroked her arm, watching his girl being pleasured by someone other than him, something other his mouth, his cock, his fingers.

Damn, Ricky muttered, his cock hard and leaking. He was looking at the crystal clear image of the beautiful Laura, her eyes brighter than any blue, her long auburn hair flowing almost as if it was underwater.

Her porcelain fingers were working untold magic on Annie's pussy.

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[Sweet_Lara]

Ricky cradled Annie, her body flushed, coming down from her orgasm. He held her tight, kissing her wherever his lips could reach. His hand was cupped over her quivering pussy, a protection of sorts at her most vulnerable state.

Annie, her head against his chest, whimpered with each of his kisses, almost purring. Her face angelic, her eyes closed, her smile the sweetest.

Ricky hugged her tighter. She was his world and he loved her more than anything.

He had watched quietly as the beautiful woman pleasured his girl, massaging Annie’s pussy with her fingers, bringing her to climax. Ricky’s cock throbbed at the height of his girl’s cry. And, then again at beautiful woman’s orgasm that followed shortly after.

Annie and Ricky had earlier encountered the woman at Mossy Grove. She was part of the water and had introduced herself as Laura. They were instantly attracted to her warmth and beauty that wasn’t of this world.

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows, she comes and goes*

While Laura was pleasing Annie, Ricky watched, her image sometimes clear, other times fading, her long auburn locks swirling around her exquisite features.

As Annie’s body rocked with pleasure, Ricky reached over and stroked her arm. Feeling no threat from the beautiful woman, he still desired to protect his Annie.

Ricky watched Annie’s face as she orgasmed, his gaze steady on her. He touched her cheek and whispered her name, his own flesh feeling her pleasure. He longed to be inside of her.

Startled by Laura’s cries from climax, Ricky looked up and directly into Laura’s eyes, so blue.

They held their gaze. Her face softened, released from intense pleasure. Her eyes welled with tears, dropping onto her full breasts and then to her swollen belly, full of life.

Ricky became incredibly sad, sensing her deep regret.

There's no time to lose, he heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind
Ain't life unkind?*

And then she was no more.

*Credit: Mick Jagger|Keith Richards

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[Sweet_Lara]

The sky was a brilliant blue, a parade of clouds of the fluffy type marching high above the meadow.

Ricky and Annie were sprawled on a blanket laid over the meadow wildflowers, their eyes trained on the sky, shouting out forms they recognized.

Ricky wore his Jordache jeans, nothing else. Annie, her Wham! Choose Life t-shirt and pink hip-hugger panties, her black Lees in a bundle under her head.

I can't believe you can't see the tractor, Ricky said, pointing his finger upward and outlining a huge rear wheel, and the horizontal line of the engine. And, there's the steering column, he offered, just as the cloud dissipated into an unrecognizable form.

All I see is a blob, Annie countered, sitting up suddenly as a flock of Canada geese noisily passed over them in low flight, having just taken off from the bog.

Ricky reached up and pulled her down on top of him and kissed her deeply. He craved her physically, especially so after watching Laura pleasuring his Annie so gently yet greedily and fully.

Ricky wanted his cock inside of Annie, his mouth on her pussy, his fingers on her clitoris. He wanted his cum inside her, his cum on her lips, his taste on her tongue.

He wanted to reclaim his girl in the worst way.

Annie was kissing him back, the rhythmic motions of her covered pussy against his jeans, a steady rub on his cock and sac. Ricky reached under Annie's cropped t-shirt and cupped her breasts, pinching her raised nipples as she humped him, kissed him.

Ricky’s mind flashed back to the time they were in the cornfield, the stalks and their fruit still young. He had his girl pinned up against the rear wheel of the old International tractor, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples while his face was buried in her pussy.

She came on his face and then minutes later when Ricky used the mature corn cob he found from last year's harvest.

Inspired by him

 

[Luvloosepussy]

I love these stories they are so good

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Annie's moans brought Ricky back to the present, back from the farm to Mossy Grove.

Ricky opened his eyes. Annie, still humping his crotch, had taken off her t-shirt. He was mesmerized by the dip of her breasts, moving slightly, perfect globes of flesh with erect tips.

Hey baby, Ricky said, through his toothy grin as he gripped her waist with both hands, pulling her pussy tighter against his covered cock.

Just beyond her pleasured face, his attention was momentarily diverted by a massive flock of blackbirds weaving orchestrated patterns against the blue of the sky. The flock defied any mortal comprehension with such tight movements that turned with precision.

The glint of the sun illuminated one white breast among the hundreds of dark birds and Ricky was reminded of nature's life cycle.

Annie raised off Ricky and slipped off her panties, then started undoing his jeans, taut against his hard cock. Ricky helped her, lifting his tight ass off the blanket and pulling them onto his legs. Annie pulled the jeans from his long legs and tossed them, inside out, off the blanket.

Ricky’s cock sprang in newfound freedom and any thought of dancing blackbirds was long gone.

Annie lowered herself onto Ricky's face, letting out a long moan at the first feel of his lips touching hers. She wiggled on his face, spreading her juice over his features.

Settled on his face, Ricky felt her hand on his cock, her soft grip massaging the length of his shaft with steady half turns, milking pleasure with every twist. Her fingers danced on his cockhead, tracing his rim, his underside followed by soft pressured turns.

They were both moaning, unaware that a pair of hazel eyes was trained on their coupling. Tomcat, catching the delectable smell of pussy, had wandered over and stretched his body over the stump to watch.

Starman, who was twinkling half a world over, took a quick trip to the bright sky over Mossy Grove, much to Mother Moon's chagrin.

A pair of white rabbits fucking in the meadow stopped suddenly and was still, alert to the sounds of the couple soaring toward orgasm.

Ricky lifted Annie from his face, turning her on her backside, pushing open her legs and kneeling above her, sliding his wet cock along her slit, his cockhead steadily rolling over her clitoris.

Yesss, Annie cried out. Ricky’s cock in a steady rhythm up and over her clitoris, Annie’s bucking hips keeping pace.

It wasn’t long before Annie cried out in climax, her ecstatic sound igniting a strong flash from Starman’s pulsating energy. The flash incredibly was visible in the bright sky.

As Annie continued to orgasm, Ricky thrust his hard cock into her hole, pumped a few times before releasing his seed into her, grunting with each contraction of warm cum.

Inspired

 

[Luvloosepussy]

Once again fabulous writing, Lara

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Annie chuckled, and nudged Ricky in the side. He raised slightly and turned, his gaze following Annie's prompt upward to the clear blue sky.

Bravo! was written in the sky, visible but dissipating fast.

Ricky laughed, and collapsed back on the earthen bed. Closing his eyes, he listened to the quiet sounds of the meadow. Birds chirping. Wildflowers disturbed by a sudden wind swell. Annie's shallow breathing.

Reaching over, he touched the wet spot between her swollen lips, lingering in her soft folds, then brought his fingers to his mouth, savoring her taste.

His cock began to stir as he tasted, listening as Annie hummed softly to herself, content to lay with her lover.

Ricky sat up and looked at her, his Annie, her face soft with a sweet-smile bliss, her aerolas darkened by the kiss of the sun, her soft tummy, and a dark swirl of hair on her mound. He watched her breasts heave with each breath.

He watched her, touching his cock lazily. He wanted nothing more than to spread her thighs and to lower his face to her pussy, intoxicating himself with her scent and taste.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Tomcat leapt from the scraggly bush in Mossy Grove, nearly snagging the dove that had taken flight just seconds earlier.

The fat cat’s hazel eyes narrowed and watched as the dove flew skyward.

Musical notes were falling like plump raindrops from the heavens, a celebration of Ronald Belford Scott, whose short presence on Earth changed the world forever.

Bon. Forever.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Popping in the cassette, Ricky ran lickety-spilt from the Dodge Charger, high-stepping through knee-high weeds more than a stone's throw from the bog in Mossy Grove.

A distance away, Annie stopped fidgeting with the torn jagged hem of her t-shirt and sat upright on the blanket, watching and laughing as Ricky crazily sprinted toward her, his long legs filling out every inch of the Jordache denim, his torso especially bronzed in the sun. His taut bicep held the chessboard against his side, while his hand gripped the cloth satchel holding the game pieces.

Ricky, his eyes on his girl, caught her laugh and he grinned back just as the chessboard begin to slide to his waist. Laughing now, he picked up his pace a few seconds into Van Halen's "And the Cradle will Rock” as the song blared from the car speakers.

Annie, expecting the worse, covered her face.

The chessboard fell to the ground and the pieces scattered as Ricky’s momentum carried him tumbling over the blanket and against the base of a wild forsythia bush.

Ricky was on his back, his jet black curls almost blue in the intense sunlight. His eyes were closed. Annie watched as his chest heaved, his breathing labored.

Are you dead, she asked.

Yes, he answered.

Annie grinned, straightened the blanket, turned the the chessboard upright and, on her hands and knees, crawled over to him. She looked down at his beautiful face, his eyes still closed, his mouth slack.

She leaned in and licked his cheek. Ricky’s eyes opened and he grabbed his girl, pulling her down to his chest, and began kissing her.

Still kissing, Annie positioned her body on top of his, and rhythmically humped his crotch. Ricky was groaning when Annie raised up to pull her shirt over her head, flinging it up onto the bush. Ricky reached behind her back and unclasped the hooks of her bra. Her breasts tumbled free, and she lowered them to his face.

Jungle drums and Tarzan calls sounded from the car speaker as Ricky’s teeth clamped onto her left nipple. Annie gasped and began to rocked against the bulge in Ricky’s jeans. Ricky massaged Annie’s back as he took turns pleasuring his girl’s nipples, sometimes gently, most times roughly.

Annie watched Ricky's mouth and hands took turns feasting on her ample tits. He massaged them, kneaded them, kissed them. She felt intense surges of pleasure to her sex when he bit or sucked her nipples

Annie let out a long moan as Ricky's tongue rapidly flicked her nipple. Yes, whispered, pressing on her guy’s hard cock trapped pleasantly beneath denim.

She bit Ricky’s earlobe, her way of letting him know.

Ricky bit hard on her left nipple. Oww, Annie gasped, raising from his ear, the motion pulling her breast from his mouth. She lifted her face toward the bright sky, let out a long moan and began to orgasm.

And at the same time, over the car stereo speakers, one of rock’s greatest frontmen quipped, “Look, I’ll pay you for it, what the fuck.”

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Creation gathered at the old stump in the meadow at Mossy Grove.

Pearl was sitting cross-legged on the earthen blanket of wildflowers, her back resting agsinst the stump. Tomcat sat upright on the stump watching as Black Dog wandered in from way of the old shade tree.

Ground critters abandoned the safety of their dens and nests and gathered near Pearl. Those with feathers perched in sparse canopies of nearby saplings, creating a constant hum of fluttering wings as young branches struggled to keep upright.

The sky was a brilliant kaleidoscope pulsating with color, casting a magnificent brilliance over Mossy Grove.

Looking skyward, they witnessed a flock of songbirds weaving a graceful pattern across the sky, just before the bright light of heaven gushed from the thin jagged crack that split the sky.

Orchestral music filled the air, musical notes rained down on the grove.

Pearl caught a treble note and held it to her heart, watching as the chorus of songbirds faded except for one.

The lone songbird, her feathers sparkling like diamonds, flew toward the light and disappeared. The crack closed and the sky was one again.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Tom Cat stretched his front legs, warming them with the intense heat radiating from the sun. He had been pond side, dipping his paws into the shore waters, delighting in the sparodic movement of the pollywogs.

The heat drying his fur, he squinted skyward. Against the blue sky, a rainbow flashed vividly then faded. The mournful groan of creation filled the air at Mossy Grove, the summon to dutifully meet in the meadow.

Tom Cat lowered his head in sorrow and padded in the direction of the meadow where others were gathering.

Pearl scooped up the cat, holding him to her naked breast, kissing his furry face. Tom Cat relaxed in her grip, nuzzling her.

Black Dog already was at the stump, his head resting on Moonyean’s thigh. Moonyean was rubbing her friend’s ear, her eyes cast upward watching for the heavens to open.

The heavens became psychedelic, pulsating with the sound of distorted humming, musically pleasing to those listening.

The sky opened, a slim crack brilliant with light, ready to receive her prize. The end of the rainbow, visible again, slipped inside. The colors faded, the sky seamless once again.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Many days later, Pearl still couldn’t shake the sadness that dulled activity in Mossy Grove.

She longed for that dark day weeks back when she and Willa embraced for what seemed like forever.

With Tomcat and Black Dog leaning heavily into their sides, they watched as the wind, with magnificent sound of perfect harmony, carried the essence of Guinnevere skyward.

 

[Erodicus]

Many days later, Pearl still couldn’t shake the sadness that dulled activity in Mossy Grove.

She longed for that dark day weeks back when she and Willa embraced for what seemed like forever.

With Tomcat and Black Dog leaning heavily into their sides, they watched as the wind, with magnificent sound of perfect harmony, carried the essence of Guinnevere skyward.

I've just discovered this thread and am slowly reading it from the start - with great relish. It's been a real joy to read an erotic story by someone who is such a gifted write, a relatively rare talent - even on Lit. Thank you for sharing your talent and imagination. I'm enthralled!