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http://www.incesttabooo.com/heat01.html
The HEAT
chapter 1
On July 11th, the temperature in downtown Willyville topped
94 degrees, a considerable jump from the high of 78 the
previous day. The high pressure area that Bob Katt, the
weather forcaster for TV station KNUT, had been predicting
all week had finally arrived. The sun sat hot and brassy
in a sky devoid of clouds. Bob Katt had predicted that the
temperature would only increase for the rest of the week,
at least. The heat wave had begun.
Three days later the temperature broke 100 and everybody
knew the heat was here to stay. The air was hot and heavy.
Those unfortunate enough to be working outside or without
benefit of air conditioning groaned and cursed the sun,
giver of all life and bringer of all misery.
Skin became a much more common sight as uncomfortable
humans stripped down to the bare neccessities, if not
farther, in search of some relief. As clothes fell away,
so did inhibitions as the human, the horniest animal on
earth (who was actually capable of becoming sexually
aroused at the mere sight of the uncovered body of a fellow
human of the preferred sex! Imagine that!) began to follow
the urges that nature had imbued them and that they
themselves had honed to a fine and wonderous art.
In other words, once the night cooled off, they started
fucking like rabbits.
But human nature can be a two edged sword, and while one
edge was sweet, the other was very bitter indeed. Hot
weather and its attendant ills caused tempers to flare
where they otherwise would have been held with discretion.
Many great home truths, which had been considerately
unmentioned by friends, lovers, relatives, etc., suddenly
came out in full force with the expected arguments and
fights following. Frustration at the endless discomfort
caused human to strike out at fellow human in a futile
substitute for lashing back at the true source of their
aggravation, a safe 93 million miles out of reach. The
local constabulary spent a great portion of their time
quelling these arguments. Of course, being human and just
as uncomfortable as everybody else, their tempers were
somewhat shorter than they would normally have been, and
guess who they took it out on? Quite a number of offenders
made their way to the local lockup by way of the local
emergency room.
But all of this was simply human nature, and none of it was
very serious, at least not on a grand scale. Civilization
had survived much worse. But on a personal level some of
the catastropies were very serious. Some lives were
changed completely. One such person who'd had his life
changed by the heat was Harold Sykes. And here's what
happened...
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The moon poured in through the open window, flooding the
bedroom with an eerie half light. The air was warm, a
pleasant 75 degrees. Perfect temperature for nudity.
Cindi settled back on the pillow with a satisfied sigh of
pleasure not yet faded to memory. Harold still kneeled on
the bed between her knees, his erection pounding almost
painfully against his belly. The moonlight spilled across
her nude, fluid form, and he lovingly eyed her firm, small
breasts, still hard nippled in the aftermath of her orgasm.
His eyes roamed down her smooth, taut belly to the wiry
mass of her pubic hair, where he had but moments ago spent
so much time carefully and artistically bringing her to a
powerful climax. Whatever else you could say about his
performance in the sack, he knew how to give head. It was
one of the skills he was especially proud of.
But enough wool-gathering (bad pun intended). Harold
leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed on either side
of her. He kissed her fully and deeply as he gently
lowered his weight onto her. For a moment they simply lay
there, as he savored the full body contact, the feel of her
naked skin against his own. Then he raised his hips and
she gently guided him into her.
For Harold, at least, no sensation in the world could ever
compare to the warm, slinky feeling of penetration. He
thrust deep, and her hips moved in response. His
excitement towered to new heights, and his balls ached for
release. Take it slow, take it slow. He kissed her again
and ran his hand along her side, from thigh to shoulder,
feeling, touching, loving.
He began to pump in a slow sinuous rhythem, her hips moving
with his. Her legs raised and locked around his waist as
her hands moved along his back. Her breathing became short
and rapid, and Harold knew she was building to another
orgasm. With each thrust, his own pleasure mounted to a
new height until finally he poised, breathless, at the
brink. Too soon, too soon...
Too late. He cried out as his seed shot into the warm
depths of her body. Face straining, he pumped again, one
last time, trying to squeeze what last litle bit of feeling
might be left after that almost painful explosion of
pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
For an endless time he lay, gathering strength. Finally it
soaked into his sated conciousness that something was
wrong. Cindi lay beneath him wooden, unmoving. He looked
down into eyes that stared back with cold fury. "What-
what's the matter?"
The anger in her eyes flared as she placed her hands on his
chest and pushed him off. Her strength was surprising, and
Harold fairly flew against the wall by the bed. Blinking
back stars, he looked at her in confusion.
"God dammit!" she yelled.
Frightened now, Harold could only gasp, "What... what..."
"You didn't even try to make it last!" Hands on hips, her
bare breasts jiggled fetchingly as she shouted. But Harold
wasn't exactly fetched at the moment.
"I sure did try! It's not my fault-"
"The fuck it isn't! You don't even TRY!" she yelled, "Two
pumps, a tickle, and a squirt and that's all you're ever
good for! I'm sick of it!"
What the fuck was this? It was hard to believe she had
been so intimate and caring a minute before. Miss Jekyl
had just turned into a raving Miss Hyde and Harold was far
too stunned to properly defend himself. "You mean to say
you haven't gotten any enjoyment out of tonight?"
"Ha!" She was gathering her clothes and putting them on
now. "Hasn't it ever occurred to you that I might get a
little tired of being frigged and licked every single
night? I want a MAN, dammit! Not some little boy who
shoots his wad five seconds after he gets his pants off!"
He watched, unbelieving, as she stomped around the room.
This was the woman he had been so in lust with the last few
weeks? Was he really such a terrible lover? "Why are you
doing this to me?"
"You did it to yourself." she snapped. She was fully
dressed by now. Shouldering her handbag, she turned to
him. "I'm leaving now. Until you learn how to fuck, don't
bother calling me." Her pretty features twisted into an
ugly ironic smile, "Have a nice life."
And then she left. Harold stared at the door a long time,
his stomach churning along with his mind. Cindi had
deliberately set about to hurt him in the worst way she
possibly could. The only thought that kept running through
his head was WHY?
The sound of a car starting and pulling out floated in
through the bedroom window. Somehow this sound seemed to
bring reality back into focus and his mind started working
again. With a snarl he jumped off the bed and ran to the
window, throwing the curtains aside.
He screamed something out the window, causing lights to
come on all over the neighborhood: "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
He ducked back inside before anybody could see him,
collapsing back on the bed. Nothing was resolved, and some
painful issues would have to be dealt with in the near
future.
But he had to admit that, for the moment, he felt a little
better.
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