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Subject: NEW story pt: "In the Heat of the Day" pt. 2 (Mg-F/bst-pet-fetish-etc)
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read: pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
(M/g - F/bst - oral - pett - fetish)
Author's note: This picks up where, "In the Heat of the Day", leaves
off. Google search recommended to read part 1 first. ...and, yes, other
parts will follow if desired.
Comments?
"In the Heat of the Day" ~oafish
part 2
The old frock just hanging from her shoulders in dust covered tatters,
mud spattered dugs poking her time-worn, thumb-sized nipples through the
rents in the cloth, the wonderous old gal howled in glee as she called
the dog to her side. Little puffs of dust arose from between the dark
stains of semen, sweat and drool that dotted the country driveway as she
scrabbled her feet under her to stand, looking down at us.
My torn-open shirt was twisted around and wadded into my back. Shorts
and underwear still clung to one ankle above the filthy, balled up and
dirt encrusted socks that encased my feet. My shoes? ...I spied one
about half a dozen feet away!
Sticking to my chest, there was this absolutely delectable sweetheart
that I'd met... oh, say... an hour or so ago, in the supermarket parking
lot. And, except for the red, cut-off t-shirt that was still on one
slim, tanned arm and around her neck, the nubile, young thing was naked.
Covered in dust and bodily-fluid mixed mud-smears, to be sure... but
otherwise, very appealingly nude!
Ah yes! She still retained one sock, I realized, as I watched the toes
of the other foot wiggle and stretch in the long rays of the afternoon
sun! Feeling her warm breath on the side of my neck, I became aware of
the two pads of firm succulence that were sticking and unsticking to my
abdomen, as her back rose and fell with her contented sighs. She had an
arm, the bare one, draped about my head; and her tangled mop of dark
hair damply tickled around my neck and face. Her legs were sprawled on
either side of my thigh, bent at the knees, feet langorously waving in
the air.
Her solid-but-soft belly slowly flexed, squishing on my hip as she
mumble-giggled, 'my-y-y cock', and she softly fondeled my half-flaccid
meat with her sticky fingers. Craning my neck, I watched her placidly
return her other thumb to her sweet, sucking mouth, and idly wondered if
I should ask the voraciously horny pre-teen her name.
"Come on, you two... you can't just lie there until you turn into
fertilizer! We still need to check the harnesses in the barn. And I
could use some help with this lemonade."
A resolute sigh accompanied the girl as she peeled her delectable,
sweaty body into a sitting position. We both chortled when a
glued-to-me, bright pink nipple outrageously stretched, before
'poink'-ing free! She sat, curled onto her sock-clad foot, watching me
fumble into my shorts, with her little chin and hands on the opposite,
upturned knee. The gentle, youthfully smooth folds of her abdomen, with
all the demarcations of her pink tipped, white chest, to her mid-riff
and belly tan, and back to her alabaster pale mons (with a delightful
spinkle of sparse, dark hairs!), and then to her honey-tanned legs was a
sight to behold!
Langorous internal feelings of physical satisfaction flooding through
me, coupled with the unconsciously salacious, visual diversion of the
girl's body before me, had me stumbling, shuffling, and all but dancing
in the dust as I strove to get my shorts up over my sweating ass! To
hell with the underwear! I just tossd them, along with my shoes, into
'Bonneville'.
Granma was leaning against a fender, and as she handed me the pitcher of
lemonade, both of the gals howled as they applauded my unco-ordinated
and obviously humorous efforts!
No glasses, we just passed the condensation sweating, iced pitcher.
Bringing it down from a couple of thirst quenching monster gulps, I saw
that the little honey's eyes were fastened at my still unzipped-ness. As
I passed the frosty lemonade to her, she spouted that I'd better 'tuck
it all back in' so that I wouldn't 'frighten the horses'! And away we
all went again!... with the chortles and guffaws! Uncontrolled rivlets
of lemonade dribbled from the girl's snorting mouth, cleaning trickles
down her dust covered body to create a mud puddle under her crotch!
The old gal finally just collapsed in mirth, on her back on
'Bonneville's' hood. One leg was waving about in front of her, while she
clutched her sides, overcome with glee!
That thatch of steel-wool of her's, jutting from the torn remants of her
clothes, invited my hand for a little pet-and-grope. All bristly-wet and
openly pliant, she instantly quieted at my touch, and open-mouthedly
smiled... as her eyes closed at our mutual pleasure. For a moment, I let
my fingers curl to dally in the terrific warmth of the woman's loosely
seductive folds. A gentle reminder from down by my feet of, 'my cock!',
had me drawing my now glistening hand up, to find that I had a palmful
of my own cum!
"To the barn, then! Let's move it!" ...was met by a plead of, "Carry me,
please?!", and slim, little, upraised arms fluttering in the afternoon
heat.
Just glowing in her lemonade and dust-streaked health, hard little
pink-tipped tits wavering up into the sunlight, sitting in a
lemonade-dust puddle, that fat little lip pushed out in pretended,
petulant disappointment... how could I not? I just scooped her up under
the armpits and tossed her, grunting, over my shoulder! She hooked her
thumbs into the back of my shorts, my fingers curled around the back of
a hard, tanned thigh to feel the rubbery softness of her hot,
gelatinous, little pussy... and off I strode, with one dangling,
filthy-wet sock bobbing at the end of a little-girl-foot, pointing the
way!
Judiciously picking my way over the ruts and grooves of the old dirt
driveway in my stocking feet, I approached the yawing, cavernous
entrance of the barn. The 'raggety-muffin' looking grandmother stood
grinning by the side of a water trough, a pile of rags and the lemonade
pitcher at her feet. The 'cold-nosed' labrador was grinning at me with a
lolling tongue while his tail happily swept the dust behind him to and
fro.
"I think a little sponging-off of all this dust and stickiness would
feel pretty good, don't you?" The ol' gal eyes were just twinkling with
levity.
..And with a little shoulder shimmy, the tatters of her dress cascaded
off of her, settling into the dust about her feet!
Folds of time... wrinkles of an experienced life, the softness of
comfort... drapped the old woman's hard muscled body. Totally unashamed
of her appearance, she wore her flesh with an unconscious sense of pride
and honor. The flat pancakes of her breasts swung out from her body as
she bent forward to splash herslf with water from the trough. Health and
a sense of contented vitality radiated from her. There was nothing
'matronly' or 'decrepit' about this old gal!... She was awesomely
alive... and amazingly beautiful as she stood, feet apart, with founts
of sparkling droplets adorning the air about her!
"Thank you, Prince,..." she laughed, as the dog gave a little sub-vocal
whine and joyfully nuzzled, slurping that huge, wet tongue in her
crotch!
"Now that's a remarkably 'lovely little mess' you're toting there
mister! Why don't you just dump 'er here..."
..And pitching forward... I did I just that!
The lanky little girl flipped from my shoulder, onto her back, with a
laughing shriek of delight. My arm was still holding her under the
knees, as my mind was filled with a stop-action-photo of her body
hitting the surface of the trough!
A gleaming sheet-cascade of water rose, sparkling up into the sunlight,
from either side of her mud smudged, sticky perfection. Slim arms
flailing akimbo at odd angles; wild, dark tresses whipping about to
masquerade her face: the corrigation of her suddenly expanded chest
holding the ourageously pink-tipped spires of her gravity defying
titties; the hard-sucked tauntness of her muscle-banded abdomen with
it's shell-like centerpoint of a delicate navel; the stark, white ridges
of her hips encompassing the soft tenderness of her belly; the glowing
flush of her mons with her hair spinkled, swollen labia... all led, for
the briefest of moments, to the honey-toned limbs in my grasp... and
then, as the water closed over her... the sublime visage vanished!
The churning water slopping over the edges, two little hands groped for
the sides of the trough as she splutteringly broke the surface with her
gasping face... and I allowed her feet to splash down to join her. She
was wiping the matted hair from her eyes, tiny water droplets twinkling
on her eyelashes, as she rose to sit at the end of the trough.
Blinking in her momentary disorietation, her mouth split into a grin
when I unzipped and dropped my shorts. My sliminess gaily wagging in the
sunlight, I peeled my socks off and stepped over the side to join her.
Sinking into the cool wetness, I kept my legs separated, allowing her to
openly gawk at the ephemeral floating of my flaccid meat.
"M-y-y-y cock!" She almost shyly chortled.
When I slid down, to duck my head and chest, I felt little toes come
exploring! Tiny wigglers toyed at my scotum. Bringing my face up out of
the water, I saw her all stretched out before me with the outlandish
hardness of her still excited nipples just breaking the surface.
Retaliating, I let a foot slid up her leg until my heel was firmly
pressed into her crotch. The arch of her foot cuddled my cock, and I
bent my leg to facilitate my big toe spreading her labia. Slowly pushing
forward, with minscule little wriggles, I began to gently toe-fuck the
little girl! Both of her pale, white feet were nestled on my thick, but
still faccid dick, trapping it in the soft pliancy of her opposed
arches. Our eyes were locked, staring, seeing only each other's hungry
souls, as we were each lost in the sensuous feelings of our lecherous
underwater manipulations.
"All right, you two!" The mirthful voice at our side was filled with
with a strangled awe. "Save some for later!"
Still dripping from the all but engulfing water explosion, Grandma's
fists were clenched on the sides of the trough with her forearms along
the top edge. Her weathered face was turned to the sun with her eyes
half-lidded. Feet widely spread, I saw the whitness of her ass temble as
the sounds of the still lapping labrador reached my consciousness!
"I'll... I'll... see if... if things... are ready-y-y. ...Enough,
Prince... Enough... heh-heh... for now, good dog!" She cackled as she
stood with a rag in her hand.
Swiping carelessly at the water on her body, she ambled into the barn.
Prince trotted along, matching her pace, while looking up at her. His
long, pointed, glistening hard-on still fully visable, protruding from
it's sheath!
Tiny-little-wonder-fuck, (that's how I affectionately thought of her...
still not having exchanged names!), gathered her feet under her, and
while holding on the sides of the trough, slowly, cautiously stood. My
foot came up with her... as my toe was embedded in her tightly grasping
little cunt!
She just stood there! Tanned legs spread, with my foot dangling from
the flushed paleness of her groin, her whole body shivered and shimmered
in the sunlight with her salacious, shyly amused fit of giggling... and
then, as her muscle lost it's ardent control... my heel splashed into
the water!
Bending to me for a lingering moment's kiss, my fingers kneaded and
stroked the incredible firmness of her budding breasts, before stroking
to her waist. In her attempt to stride out of the trough, she got one
foot over the side before the glory of that fully puffed, almost
hairless, pinkly glowing, wide open succulence overcame me... and I
helplessly pulled her onto my face! I just lay the flat of my tongue
along the malleable heat of the instantly humping girl's desire, and
marvelled at the contrast of the cool, smooth thighs wetly sliding on my
ears.
"Oh!... unnnnnn... we... uunnnhh... we sho-u-U-L-D... unnnnhHH...
GO-ooooo-OOOH!" The rythm of her voice was co-ordinated with the
movement of my feverish, incessantly foraging tongue!
Somewhat wild-eyed, she managed to pull the other foot from the water as
my craning neck tried to follow the sweetness of her receeding musk!
What a sight! The long, smooth whiteness of the insides those nearly
horizontal thighs holding a freshly bathed, redly hungry little pussy,
suspended a moment, openly winking and dripping, inches from my eyes!
..and then, in a trice... it was gone!
Resigned, I pulled myself from the water.
Joyfully, an unused rag in my hand, my arm around her slim, wet
shoulders, I was walking bow-legged to mimic her step. None too gently
pulling me forward, with her hand wrapped around my semi-turgid meat, we
entered the barn striding in a hip-bumping, comic, burlesque swagger.
"My-yyyyy Cock!" She licentiously crowed up at me in an absolutely lewd,
possessive, gutteral tone! ...as I feasted on the sight of those
twitching, water-dripping, bouncing, little nipples!
"Grams? ....