Friday, November 28, 2014
by Tommy Crown
Well, here I am alone during the holidays. I shouldn't be surprised.
After another disastrous break up, I’ve turned to my usual comforts; sitting poolside on my patio, drinking and chain smoking. Bailey, my little Yorkie and constant companion, lies serenely across my lap snoring.
Okay. So it's a bit eccentric, but I'm a 40'ish bachelor with a junkyard of broken dreams and promises in my wake, so I'm entitled to some self loathing occasionally.
Curiously, I find myself looking at the biggest moon I have ever seen as I try to get to the root of these ongoing problems that seem to plague my relationships with women.
After countless of them start with a bang, they typically go out the same way.
Most of the time, the issues revolve around other women…and me.
This one was no different.
Traditionally, I try to do my philandering outside my immediate neighborhood, but the old 'don't shit where you eat' theory was for other people. Not me.
I live in a small gated community on a tiny island called Sanibel along Florida’s Gulf Coast.
Unfortunately, my very young, very beautiful girlfriend Bella has family on the island.
The ‘family’ consists of her parents, Randal and Roxanne Hunter and her older brother Kenny. The Hunters have a spread in the Hamptons, a Manhattan penthouse and the cash and accent that goes with it.
Their winter home in Flordia is one street back on the ninth fairway of the Gold Coast Country Club, while my home faces the beach and the Gulf of Mexico.
Now, I have always been sketchy when it comes to getting too close to my neighbors since my lifestyle isn’t exactly main stream.
The full sleeves of tattoos that adorn both arms along with my long hair don’t exactly make me a poster boy for a country club environment.
But, the size of my wallet tends to make me more respectable.
I did enjoy the Hunters and had them over at least twice a month for some grilling and boozing. It was one of those events that I first met Bella.
Bella was only 20 and still shuffling around college with books stuffed under her ample tits when she popped over with her parents that afternoon.
My eyes soaked her up as she dropped her books on the kitchen bar before stepping to my open patio door. She propped herself on one foot, the other resting on her knee in the doorway that led to my spacious tiled patio.
Wind swept her long blonde hair over her face as she sucked on a long neck Corona.
I’m a big guy and reasonably well-endowed so my walk over to introduce myself had me tentative because the outline of my swelling cock in my beige linen shorts was plainly visible.
It was a warm day and my soft white shirt was unbuttoned revealing my bare chest.
“Uh huh…I’m Bella and I know who you are Mr. Carkos.”
Mister? Damn, that hurt.
“Really? How’s that?” I asked whimsically.
After growing up around lawyers and watching Perry Mason for years, I should have known better than to ask a question without already knowing the answer.
But, once again, my failure to learn from the past was about to bite me in the ass.
Bella replied, “You’re that guy!” then dropped the long neck Corona bottle in the trash and pulled my pack of cigarettes from my shirt pocket. She shook one out, and then tossed the pack on my glass patio table.
My obsession with pink glossy lips on blondes had my cock stirring and it stirred even more when she slipped the cigarette between her lips and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger and winked.
I was a fucking goner.
My hands frantically searched my pockets for my lighter and found it buried under a wad of cash. I whipped it out and held the flame to the tip. My cock grew harder watching her lips wrap around the filter as she hollowed her cheeks on the inhale. Twin streams of smoke shot down the barrel as she puffed twice before doing a long French inhale. The thick smoke curled over her lips and drifted up her nose.
Damn, she was sexy. My cock twitched three times.
Long yellow hair with ringlets dangled over her shoulders, a delicate nose centered between ocean blue eyes, and a full pink mouth had my full attention.
My cock struggled to get to my waistband to take a peek at whatever had stirred him from his comfortable nest above my balls. Happily, he didn't make it.
Bella exhaled as I asked, “What guy?”
Ass bite number two coming up.
“You’re that rich biker dude that writes porn for those trashy magazines.”
My mind raced to find a way to make me seem like something more than a smut peddler.
“I don’t know about rich, but I do ride a Harley and I do write some erotic stories occasionally for a few very fine men’s magazines.”
I did my best to look and sound respectable while tossing my ponytail over my shoulder with a quick, but stylish head snap.
Bella took a step towards me and ran her finger down the center of my bare chest.
The cigarette dangled from her lips as she ran her hand under my shirt and across my nipples.
“It’s cool baby. No need to be pissy. I LIKE nasty older guys!”
Then as she took the cigarette from her lips, I glanced around for her parents. Satisfied that they were occupied with other guests, I turned back to the kiss I knew was waiting.
This was no ‘let’s get acquainted’ kiss. This was an open mouth, tongue rolling, tongue sucking, wet sloppy kiss that lasted way too long for my anxious cock.
I felt the tip sticking to my shorts since I usually go commando in my own home. She wrapped one leg around my calf and did a slow grind against me. The palm of her hand rubbed up and down my linen shorts, making my cock nervous as hell.
We pulled from the kiss simultaneously, and stared at one another for what seemed like forever before she asked, “You want me daddy?”
“I want you, but not if you call me daddy. I’m not old enough to be your daddy.”
Okay, a small lie at this point seemed rather moot.
She kissed me softly, “Okay, baby…whatever you say. Now, are you going to fuck me or are we just gonna stand here and tease each other?”she dragged heavily on her cigarette before flipping it in the hedges.
Now, I am not a man that hesitates when it comes to situations like this.
I grabbed her ass and pulled her to my raging hard on.
“Just so you know sweetheart; I’m no fuzzy chinned college boy.”
Bella pressed her lips to mine and nibbled on my bottom lip. I tasted blood immediately. There was no stopping her now.With a flick of her tongue she mopped the blood from my lip and replied, “ Just so you know baby; I quit playing with Barbie’s years ago!”
Bella was on her hands and knees on my bed with my cock stuck in her hot ass in minutes.
That was almost a year ago. Her sweet ass has seen plenty of action since then.
My Bella was actually a dream girlfriend.We went everywhere together. From dances at the country club, to rock concerts; Bella had a way of fitting in. She had the pedigree, the name, the exotic sports car, and connections to the corporate world that I certainly never had.
Her parents run with the jet setting rich crowd. I run with bikers and pimps.
In public, she was elegant and classy. But, behind closed doors, she was completely uninhibited; fresh as the spring rain and as unpredictable as a tornado. To her, sex was an Olympic event and I should point out the only thing that kept her from being an Olympian were her 34 D’s. The girl was limber and nubile.
As a student of the Karma Sutra, I thought I had just about done it all. The Japanese beetle fuck and the Madagascar - I had down pat.
But, when she tossed me a Durban, which flushed my system so completely, I couldn't walk like a man for days, I knew she was the girl for me.
Think about having a rope with knot in it stuck up your ass while your woman sits reverse cowboy style on your face. One hand squeezes your balls while the other strokes your cock. The moment of truth arrives when she squeezes your balls until they feel like they’re about to pop, feels your cock swelling in her other hand, jerks it real hard and fast, grabs the other end of the rope with her teeth and yanks it out of your ass!
It’s too scary to describe further; just imagine drowning in your woman’s cum as your legs jerk, your ball sacks draw up into your body and your asshole quivers while your cock convulses.
It's ridiculously erotic in a very painful way. But if you ever get the shot, I highly recommend it.
Sadly, after catching me with another bronzed beauty last night, she dropped me faster than Tyson dropped English Bob within seconds of the opening bell.
Bella had never displayed jealousy before and accepted my carousing with no hesitation. I mean, where the fuck were we going anyway?
Since monogamy and I parted ways long ago, settling down with anyone at this point in my life made no sense. Especially with one so young.
Next year she’ll be a senior in college with the world at her fingertips and after graduating, will be eager to run out and taste everything the world and life have to offer.
At my age, I've already been around the world and tasted most everything worth tasting, so there really was no future for us that I could see.
I had no complaints about our love life except that she insisted on hearing those three little words whispered in her ear so she could cum.
“Oh baby…I'm so fucking close...tell me ..you love me. Please?”
Well, with a fully loaded cock, I couldn't very well deny her at this point now could I?
“I love you.” I whispered softly while my cock went to defcon 4.
“Again daddy! Say my name!”
I could have done without the daddy shit, but I was well past the point of no return.
“Bella…I love you Bella!”
Defcon 5 finished us off.
My sweet maid Olive, a solidly built black woman about 60’ish, and probably a the fuck of her generation at one time, just shook her head after one of Bella’s sleepovers. “Mr. G…you’re gonna end up killing that child someday. I declare the mess that little girl makes on these fine Eygptian sheets.”
As I think about last night now, I suppose Bella wasn’t as jealous as she was pissed.
Well, it was the night before Christmas for one thing.
But, I'm guessing the real reason she was pissed had something to do with the bronzed beauty on her hands and knees with her ass up being stuffed with my happy cock was her dear mom…Roxanne.
I was working up a good sweat pounding the stunning Mrs. Hunter's ass like it was the last ass in the world and all mine. Bella strolled into my bedroom bearing an armload of gifts.
The next thing I knew, the gifts crashed on the tile floor and the Popsicle she was sucking on zipped through my rubber antlers Roxanne insisted I wear, knocking them slightly off kilter. Then it smashed the nude painting of Maria Valenzuela that hung proudly over my headboard. Maria slipped down the wall behind the headboard- nose first like the Titanic, taking the cherry popsicle with her.
Subtlety had never been Bella's strong suit.
The wind slammed the door behind her as her mom and I tried to get back to some serious fucking to Vince Vance and the Valiant's bluesy , “All I Want For Christmas Is You.”
I found it hard to concentrate wearing rubber antlers and Roxanne's Santa hat didn't help much, either. But, what the fuck? I figured it was Christmas, I may as well get in the spirit of things.
“Yes, oh yes baby…just like that!”She screamed.
Roxanne was panting like a tiger as my cock slammed in and out of her ass with a renewed vengeance. I held onto her hip with one hand while I reached around and under her to molest her swollen nub with my fingers.
Damn, the woman sprayed my new sheets when I brushed rapidly over her clit.
I slipped two fingers inside and finger fucked her cunt while my cock owned her ass.
“Oh Jesus!...Oh Jesus…That’s right…Fuck that ass baby! Then cover it with cum!”
Since I do love fucking older women, my cock started reaching its potential.
I took my hand from her hip as my cock swelled. Then grabbed her long red mane and pulled her head back with a jerk.
She screamed, “Fuck yes!…hurt me!”
I brought my hand up from her squirting pussy and slapped her ass while I still had her hair twirled around my other hand. Luckily, I'm well co-ordinated. Pulling a womans hair while slapping her ass and fucking it hard is no job for a klutz.
“Harder! Harder and don’t stop!” Roxanne begged.
My hand began turning as red as her ass.
Pushing back hard against me, “Give it to me baby. Put it in my wet cunt!”
Never one to argue, I slipped my cock from her hot ass, rammed it deep inside her dripping pussy and paddled her ass raw.
Roxanne Hunter was one of those women that just had to say something... even when she was fucking.
The dialogue went something like this:
“I’m a nasty bitch!”
“Yes, you’re nasty bitch!”
“I’m such a fucking whore!”
“You’re most definitely a fucking whore Mrs. Hunter!”
“Roxy, you’re definitely a fucking whore!”
“I’m a cock sucking slut, too!”
“A cock sucking slut?”
“Better. Now, pour that hot cum in my cunt!”
“Aww, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I growled as my cock poured on demand!
Roxanne was breathless as she whispered, “Ahhhhhhhh” and fell to her chest as I yanked my squirting cock out to spray her ass as requested. I did want to complete my assignment.
Once satisfied her still body was sufficiently coated, I laid down on her sweaty back and moved her long red hair from her neck so I could kiss it.
I noticed there was no pulse. I moved my lips along her neck. Nothing.
“Local porn writer kills socialite in kinky sex games Christmas eve.”
My heart skipped a few beats as I watched my life flushing down the toilet. I’m highly claustrophobic and look like shit in orange.
Suddenly, my life in prison was spared as the redhead began to writhe around under me. I slipped off her sweaty, cum soaked body and lay on my back beside her letting out a huge sigh of relief. She nuzzled under my chin and kissed my neck. Her orange fingernails circled my nipples matted in cum.
Then she glanced up at me with those sexy green eyes, “Wow, baby…that was some major fucking. My pussy is raw and still pouring all over these nice sheets; my ass is stinging, and I can’t seem to stop shaking.”
I rubbed her cum soaked ass and coated my fingers; then ran them over her plum lips. She licked them and said, “Mmm, baby…you’re a nasty fucker yourself. Do you fuck my daughter like this?”
What could I say, “I did, but I suppose I won’t anymore.” Me being the realist here while Mrs. Hunter babbled on.
“Oh, Garrett…she’s a 20 year old baby. What you need is a mature woman that can take that wonderful cock of yours anywhere... anytime. I do give as good as I get you know.”
In her defense, I had to agree. Roxanne loved sucking my cock. She really enjoyed smoky blow jobs. My cock would force the smoke out from her glossy lips and she'd cum everytime. She also loved to deep throat. A lot of women say they love it, but really can't do it and most don't like not breathing for a minute or so, but not Roxanne. She loved to hang her head off the side of the bed while I stood over her and fucked her mouth. When my cock penetrated her throat, she'd reach up and rub my cock's bulge on her neck.
Yeah, she was the supreme cock sucker at that point in my life.
But, honestly...that’s one of the problems with older women. They, and I’m speaking generally here, seem to need validation that they aren’t just as good a fuck as a teenager. They're better.
She sucked and kissed my neck again, arousing my cock from his resting place on my right thigh.
Roxanne peeked over my chest and noticed my cock twitching, “Please don’t tell me you’re ready to go again?!”
I pulled the hair that was stuck to her face and kissed her cheek.
“I just need a beer and a cigarette. Then I’ll be good to go.”
All I heard was a sigh and some snoring.
Maybe this was one older woman that tested her boundaries and found them to be more than she bargained for. I knew she was all in.
I slipped out of bed, went for a beer and my cigarettes, then went back to my chair by the pool and thought about Bella and tonights fuck ups. I watched the moon crawl across the night sky. Bailey strained his neck to look up at the mysterious silver ball with me. I guess he was searching for Santa and the reindeers. He believes everything I tell him.
Subconsciously, my finger rubbed the spot where Bella bit my lip months ago and I grinned.
I glanced down at Bailey who was now on his back, rolling around and kicking his legs. A sure sign something was up.
I laughed, “She can’t stay mad forever…can she? Let's go call her.”
Bailey yipped, hopped to his feet and ran inside.
I tipped the bottle back for the last few swigs of beer, took a last drag of my cigarette, dropped it in the bottle and went back in the house.
Just inside the door, Bailey was jumping and spinning like he does when he wants to play.
There on my leather sofa sat the very naked, (except her Santa hat) very awake Roxanne Hunter. A cigarette dangling from her over glossed lips, a two foot piece of rope twirling in her right hand singing, 'Jingle Bells'.
Sitting next to her, wearing nothing but a smile and a green elf hat, twirling handcuffs? My sweet Bella.
She giggled, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
I glanced down at Bailey who now was on his tummy-his front paws over his eyes.