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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
author's note: After this, two more parts 'envisioned'.
"Par-don the Hard-on" ~oafish
part 5
So close!... wet and gleaming!... poised right above me, I could see up
into the heated magenta of her most secret depths! That little
bordering frill of pinkly swollen flesh, with it's exotic tinge of
lavender-blue, seemed to tremble in invitation! Her curves of
dampened, sweat streaked, coffee-brown flesh hovered just above me!
I could smell it! Ripe with lust! Juices wantonly dripping in
hunger! It thrashed and humped before my eyes in slowly bouncing
circles... emptily... practically begging...*so ... close!*
Just below the tenderly moist, wide open, mysteriously black pools of
her eyes, the rock-hard, deep rose-pink of her rampant, little nipple
quivered in need, as her slim, brown fingers gently squeezed and offered
up a swollen, almost purpled, pre-teen bud. Her plump lips
mouthed... _*'please...?!'*_, but it was just beyond my reach!
Wildly waving tresses of auburn hair with brilliant orange highlights
trailed tantilizingly across my abdomen... and my untouched balls ached!
I could feel the needfilled throbbing of my cock straining... it's
grossly swollen head seeking... and finding... *nothing!*
The wide, black face of an unknown, older woman seemed to smirk, with a
downward smiling twitch of knowing lips, somewhere in the background! *I
couldn't move!* My arms were pinned to my sides! My head was
pounding! A leg was trapped at an odd angle! Pressure on my rib
cage was making it nearly impossible to breath!
Suddenly, I found myself wide awake, my heart pounding in my chest, held
fast by the cloying, sweat soaked, tangled bindings of my sheet! One
leg was still trapped in the covers, and my head and upper body hung
awkwardly over the side! A maniacal effort and I managed to lever my
self back onto my bed... yes, *my* bed!... and started the process of
clawing my way out of the panic twisted linens!
_*'What a dream!... a real nightmare!'*_ Yet, I realized that it had
been the most erotic dream I'd ever had! My cock could split rock!
_'Who was that big woman? ...Oh, yeah...,'_ I remembered, _'She had been
waiting on the porch when I brought Pam and Penny home.'_
_'But what was she smirking about in my dream?'_
My mind still filled with the wonderously salacious images of the
tormenting dream, I found my clock on the floor... 4:30... and decided
that I was done with sleeping for the night. Oddly, I didn't feel
tired... in fact, I felt great! Even well rested! I must have
slept deeply, at least part of the night, with all of the exhausting
'extra-curricular' activities that had happened the day before!
_'But what of that crazy, super-intense dream?'_ I asked myself.
_'Obviously...,'_ I realized, breaking out in and 'ear-to-ear' grin,
_'I'm still hungry for *more!'*_
Laughing and cackling to myself, I replayed yesterday's memories, as I
made my coffee and distractedly took my time getting ready for work. The
girls certainly were curious, and they had no trouble comprehending the
need to keep it all secret. And Pamela, the gorgeous mutt of absolute
perfection, seemed to have a knowledge far beyond her years... I'd have
to ask her about that. And then pudgy, little, citrine tinged Penny!
She seemed determined to not be left behind! She'd even insisted
that I finger her blubbery little wonder-cooze on the way home, as Pam
busied herself with watching us and straightening out her school
clothes! Wet and humping, I hadn't dipped into the little six year
old too far, as she'd clutched my arm and blankly gazed out the
windshield. That tiny pussy'd had a field day on my fingertip!
Both girls had seemed totally relaxed and happily babbling by the time
I'd pulled up to the large, well kept, victorian house. I'd reminded
Pam about the swimming cap for her 'other' lessons... and watched them
joyfully skip, hand-in-hand, up the front walk.
"Hi, Mae... Sorry we're a little late!" they'd chorused.
'Mae'? But just who was that gargantuan black woman who was
obviously waiting for them? Her stare at me had been 'direct', but
not unfriendly. In fact, her expression hinted at the harboring of a
'pleased secret' of her own.
Questions, questions... so many questions!
Out the door and into my Chevy, my mood seemed to match the promise of
the early light of dawn. It was going to be another hot one today!
Halfway through my commute, an unknown gift caught my eye. Glowing
in the reflected orange light of the sunrise, something was peeking out
from under the front seat.
*Panties!* Little girl's cotton panties! I just chuckled as I
scrabbled them into my fist and held them to my nose. *Ripe* cotton
panties!
Owning my own business made my day easier. My shop crew were all
professionals and needed very little supervision. That was a great
thing! ...'Cause I spent a good part of the day in a 'honey-brown-haze'.
At one point, the quiet, smiling looks I was getting was explained
by my overhearing the end of a quietly chuckling conversation.
"Yeah... really out there! When I pulled into work this morning, he
hadn't even opened up yet. He was just sittin' and grinnin' in the
parking lot, sniffin' on a pair of panties!"
Like I said, they knew what was up... or thought they did, anyway.
Over the years of building my sheet-metal business, my workers and I had
become pretty close. We'd struggled together to meet demands through
the boom-times... and lately managed to keep the business afloat through
the economic 'down-turn'. I was poised to grow again, the minute
major construction returned to it's pre-recession flourish. How I'd
pay for expansion... I hadn't a clue... but I'd always managed to work
something out! And today wasn't the right time to try to bust my
skull about it.
_Hell!, in my mind, I was already swimming with a certain *little 'amber
fishy'!*_
Today *I* sat on the edge of the pool! Ostensibly I was 'observing
and instructing'; actually I was actively 'observing and lustfully
admiring'! Those tawny legs wetly flashing as they beat the water;
her ass bunching, one halfway covered bun at a time, as she kicked!
"Keep your knees straight! Point your toes! Yeah...lemme see those
little pink soles!" I had Pamela learning to bring power and skill into
her swimming by practicing while holding onto the edge of the pool.
The harder she kicked, the more that little green suit slipped into the
crack of her succulent little butt! In less than a minute, those two
smooth, wetly glistening coconuts were frantically bobbing before my
eyes!
"OK... now over on your back. No, Sweetie... arms extended to the edge
of the pool; keep your back flat; the back of your head in the water.
Watch the ceiling... or look up in my eyes... I'll watch what your legs
do!" _'You bet I will!'_ "Kick! Point those toes! Knees
flat! Power... Every stroke with *power!*"
Those firm buds above the surface! The hard slabs of her
coffee-colored abdomen! That little green-clad camel-toe rocking
side to side! Those long, lanky, muscled thighs beating the water!
Her lips were firmed in determination as her nostrils flared with each
breath! The intensity of the stare in her liquid eyes! The water
churned! *I was in heaven!*
"Ok... enough... break time. Next I'll show you what I've learned
about co-ordinating a frog-kick and breast-stroke combination. Most
people don't realize that it's both a powerful stroke, but also breath
and energy conserving." I told her as I slipped into the water with her.
I demonstrated about alternating... using the underwater armstroke as
you set up your legs for the powerful frog kick; and then using the
forward movement of the kick as you re-setup the breast stroke. Each
one kept your forward movement going as you positioned for the next.
Then, standing at her side with her face down in the water, I supported
her with the flat of my palm on her abdomen. Soon she had it down.
I was using my palm to guide her in a large circle as I watched the
spread of her knees and the sideways reach of her feet before each kick.
My face was inches from her butt. And one point, I leaned over and gave
her a quick 'nip on the ass'! A sideways smile and a little shiver
doubled my reward!
An underwater view helped me describe how the bringing of the hands
together to extend in front would cut water resistance. Not that I
didn't peruse the lovely curve of flesh that disappeared into the
pointed, stretched cloth of her miniscule top, while I was there!
She didn't falter once in her efforts. Even when I realized that my
supporting palm wasn't necessary and began to surrepticiously stroke and
fondle her underwater. I let my hand flutter over the wide-open
protrusion of her vulva as she spread her legs to kick... and once let
my hand be momentarily trapped in the delightful squeeze of her closing
legs! Those firm tittie got their share of gentle pinches... and on
she stroked. Finally, I'd let the figers of my left hand slide under
the waistband of her suit, and as she'd closed her legs about my
labia-invading-finger, I'd used my right hand to slide the right side of
top up to kead and gently pull on her lovely pre-teen bud. I just
held her horizontal in the water while whispering in her ear.
"So very nice! ...you are such a beautiful water-nymph! I want to
hold and stroke you forever! I dreamed of you last night... and...
and sweet Pamela... I need to see you naked! Not just bits and pieces...
but, *all of you... gloriously naked!"*
Her thighs tightened on my finger and her dangling hand found and firmly
gripped the hardness in my trunks.
"Sauna...! I need to kiss you!" she murmered back through quivering
lips, as her hold on my boner pulsated with our desire.
Waiting, I tried not to show my impatience. It wouldn't do me any
good anyway. She wasn't here with me, but I was trapped in the
sauana with a couple middle aged women. They were quietly communing
little pieces of news about their lives and implied half-pieces of
gossip to each other, constrained, I'm sure, by my male presence. It was
as though we were all playing a game of waiting each other out! One
of them finally gave up, and with a mention of 'on-with-the-errands',
bade her friend goodbye.
The other lady was slumped, sitting on the bottom bench. I was on
the same bench, sitting sideways, my back against the door wall. The
door opens, and yes... it's finally Pamela! She's got herself
wrapped from the armpits down in a beach towel that nearly reaches the
floor.
"Excuse me, Dear..., " says the lady as she slowly begins to move her
flabby carcass over on the bench...
"No, no... don't bother yourself. I'll just grab the top bench." Pamela
replies with a quick, mischievious glance at me.
So there we all sit... sweating. Pam's sitting sideways on the top bench
at the opposite end of the small sauna. I'm facing her, on the bottom
bench, with my feet about a foot away from the slumped housewife. The
prolonged heat has her all but nodding. I'm gazing at the wonderful
roundness of Pam's bare shouders and the graceful length of her arms.
Just that, is enough for me to feel a familiar thickening in my
trunks! The woman's head has fallen towards her chest. Looking
up, I watch Pam carefully unroll the top of her towel, and slowly,
cautiously hold it open! *No swimsuit!* The loveliness of nothing
but her taunt, rich flesh greets my eyes!
"Too hot... More than enough!" is the exclamation as the housewife
begins to struggle to her feet. "You two be careful in here... Don't
let yourself be overcome by the heat... It can sneak up on you!" I hear,
as Pam's towel instantly snaps shut!
Pam, of course, just giggles in reply; and I say someting flippant like
..'Yeah, the temperature sure seems to be rising'... as the cooked lady
stumbles out!
Pam scoots down to mid-bench, and once again... she lets the towel fall
open. My mouth goes dry as it hangs open in the heat! Carefully,
I study every inch of her exquisite nakedness! The miniscule tilt of her
eyes bring me to the delicate pefection of her ear; and in turn, the
long sweep of her neck rounds her shoulder... which leads my gaze
through it's concave hollow to travel the length of her augustatious
collar bone. Pausing to take in the vibrations of her heart at the
base of her throat, my attention swirls to the multi-hued,
double-cupolas of her just-sprouting breasts! The firm, coffeed curves
and glowing rose-lavender of her puffed aureolas! The excitedly
hardened deep pink juttings of her tiny nipples! I can barely tear
my eyes away, as they lift and fall with her slow, steady breathing!
I can feel myself straining within my trunks as I follow the muliple
furrows of her ribs. Watching my detailed inventory, Pam arches her
back, expanding her chest. 'Coffee' goes to 'honey' as her skin
grows taunt... and I'm enthralled!
Her hands are behind her head! My vision swoops through the concavities
of her hairless armpits! The muscled bands of her stretched abs lead
past the precision of her centerpiece navel, to the shadowed softness of
the only fat she posesses... her succulent little belly!
My breathing is somewhere between shallow and non-existant as I allow my
eyes to settle into the complexity of her groin! All those perfectly
precious curves and protrusions! *She's a scuplted symphony!* From
the gentle swelling of her mons, down into those secret junctures of
banded muscles and hollows where her legs meet her sex! Her sex! I
can't begin to describe such infinite grandeur of minute details of
creation! My fingers trembled in awe as I very slowly, softly
trailed down the smoothnss of a thigh... to tentatively pry open a tiny
doorway to bliss!
I found myself laving her toes with my tongue, prying and probing into
their crevices as she mewled at me... and my fingertip felt her wet,
sucking heat!
"Hiya, Mr. Paul! You giving us a ride again? Yesterday was tons of
fun!" as Penny bounced in the suddenly opened door!
Pam casually closed the towel... wild eyed, in her pre-teen lust, she
hesitated, then kind of
stammered and blubbered.
"Oh yeah... Poppy said something about inviting you to dinner... un...
nobody said nuthin', but he's got a way... you know... of feeling
things... sorta..." Pam trailed off in confusion.
"Sure.... Sure I'll give you a ride home." And glancing at Pam in her
towel, "Just as soon as I can stand up! *Par-don the hard-on!*...
.."And, Penny... no 'playtime' this time... I've got a bunch of
questions stored up that need answers, especially if I'm invited to
dinner!"