by Kojo Black
She was still touching me. Trying to assuage my anger. Not allowing my distaste to dissuade her. “Mand, haven’t you enjoyed being with me? This holiday? Everything we’ve done together? Haven’t I brought you pleasure and happiness?”
“Yes!! Yes, Veronica! That’s just it! I’ve done things with you that I’ve never done in my life. And I loved it!! But I wish I’d known that you’d been dispensing the same to two generations of…….of……uhhhhh….”
Veronica’s imploring eyes had never left mine. But her hand had craftily located the oblong controller and switched it on. The vulgar spheres in my cunt leapt back to life—buzzing faster and throbbing harder than they had before. A surge of rage welled up inside me. Why wouldn’t she take me seriously!? Did she think I was some sort of fuck toy to be switched on and off!? But, maddeningly, shamefully that hot flush of anger had the accompanying effect of intensifying my arousal.
I stammered, “You can’…. Veronica…… Lisss….listen…..”.
“Please don’t be angry, darling,” she pleaded. “I only want to make you happy….”
Her hands slid between my legs and her fingers became immediately wet with the flow of syrup that had barely stopped since I’d collapsed in orgasm only a short time before. She put her fingers to her lips and suckled my nectar from them.
“An angry girl wouldn’t make all this sweetness just for me, would she?” Veronica teased.
“Nnnnnnn…..” I struggled through gritted teeth, as a fresh bolt of resentment crackled through me. “Not fair…” I spat. I tried to rise again, but my pussy was already contracting toward orgasm. And all those tightening muscles would never set me free from my stone ballast.
“If I’ve brought you but a fraction of the happiness you’ve brought to me, then I have no shame. Because you’ve made me so happy here.” She raised up on her knees to kiss my lips and then my neck.
My eyes were already closing. My head drooping. Through slitted eyes I watched one of her hands slip back down between my legs and become immediately saturated with the copious fluid found there. My clit popped out like a gooey sweet from my swollen, orgasmic pussy. And Veronica began to swirl her thumb rhythmically over the glistening pink pearl.
“Ohhhhh…..fuuuuuuuck…..” My words dwindled away into a groan.
Her thumb kept swirling. Easily. Almost lazily. She reached behind me to her table, embracing me and kissing me as she did so. She settled back into place, resuming the position on her knees. Through my sex-addled haze, I saw she held something in her hand. A smooth, black teardrop—a little larger than a golf ball. She shook it once, and it began to hum. Again, and it purred a little faster. And one more time. She lowered the narrow end of the buzzing tear to my clit, focusing all of its happy humming straight to the little cap of all my pleasure. All my pleasure, all my joy, all my disgust, and all of my insane and inexhaustible lust imploded with the power of a dying star. My cunt trying to squeeze the life out of the vivacious balls inside it. The balls, in turn, pressed up against the peristaltic walls by the fat plug trapped in my ass. And all that pulsing and squeezing and throbbing unbearably exaggerated by Veronica’s busy buzzing against my clit.
The shuddering began again, and this time I knew I would pass out. I spat out waves of obscenities attached to Veronica’s name until those words turned to incomprehensible noise. Little black spots flashed before my eyes as the super nova of my orgasm exploded through my body, leaving me reeling in a red haze. Tears welled up and then spilled from my eyes as I wailed through the pleasure and joy and shame and rage subsuming my quaking body and tearing me apart all at once.
When I came too, I was crying. When my wracked and depleted body could feel again, when I could make sense of my surroundings, when the synapses in my brain began to reconnect—I found I was sobbing uncontrollably into Veronica’s shoulder. She’d removed her vibrator from my clit, and held me in her arms. She pressed me into her bosom, whispering soothing words into my ear, her hands stroking my back. My pussy throbbed painfully, abused with pleasure, while my confused rectum slowly ceased spasming around its serene intruder. I hadn’t even known my own body was capable of these things. These sensations. These emotions. So much lust and joy. So much frustration and rage. I wanted to tell Veronica, but I was long past the use of speech. Consumed with pleasure and rage and so much confusion, I wept openly. Through it all, Veronica held me and kissed me and caressed me. And strangely, even without words, I felt like she understood.
Veronica got me to relax and breathe deeply, just as she had done before. I pushed gently and the jade bulb popped free from my once-virgin rectum, to sit atop the alabaster dais as glossy and unassuming as it did upon my naïve arrival. I followed Veronica like a dazed puppy as she led me back across the room to the expansive bed. Wordlessly, she eased first one and then the other of the now-silent spheres from my exhausted vagina, before covering me with the light, summer duvet. She brushed her hand through my hair and kissed my forehead. And within moments I’d plunged into a deep and welcome sleep.
Of course I forgave Veronica. I simply couldn’t justify my indignity. Of course I would never admit to my mother that I knew what she and Veronica had done. But I was in absolutely no position to judge. After all, she had done exactly the same things to me. And I’d loved it. Even craved it. I invented circumstances so that Veronica would have to take advantage of me and pleasure me endlessly. And why shouldn’t Veronica and my mother have done exactly the same things at one time? Because they were older? Because they were mothers? Well they were neither of those things at the time. So those weren’t good enough reasons not to enjoy each other’s company.
I tried to stay mad at the woman who seemed to be greedily fucking her way through my family. But I couldn’t. Whenever I saw her laying naked in the garden, or oiling herself by the pool, my mind would invariably wander to how that soft, strong naked body felt; or what those expert hands could be doing to me. It was more than a little frustrating to start off with eyes full of malice, thinking angry thoughts about devious sexual tactics. Only to end up gazing lustfully, flustered and gooey, thinking about glorious sexual acts. But that was who Veronica was, and my whole family had fallen for her.
“And so….how did it end? Between you and her,” I finally asked when we lolled once again upon the beach where all of this began.
“Well….I met Claudio. And I fell in love with him almost by accident. Margaret was very upset. I think she began to feel like there was something wrong with what we’d done, because I fell in love with a man. But in time, so did she—and with a good man. It was actually me who introduced her to your father. They were good together.”
She reached out and took my hand. “They must have been good together. Because they made you. But Margaret and I….we grew apart.”
“Why did you say that you didn’t know my mother?”
“Because I don’t,” Veronica replied simply. “The woman I loved isn’t there anymore. This woman…..the woman that Margret is today, is scared and uptight and closed off. Oh, Mand, you should have seen her. She was wonderful. She was….well, I suppose she was more like you. Now....I hope you won’t mind me saying, she is all fear and mistrust. The Margaret I know is fun and adventurous, naughty and curious. So, no, I don’t know who this woman is at all.”
It was a comfort to learn that my uptight mother hadn’t always been that way. I was almost proud to know that she had once possessed a fun and fiery spirit. But I was surprised that such a spirit could be so fleeting. I would work doubly hard to preserve mine. I grew to understand that Veronica had truly loved my mother. Loved her so much, in fact, that she’d named her only daughter, my best friend Tia—Marguerita—after her lost love, my mother, Margaret.
When we weren’t on the beach, we spent the remainder of our holiday gloriously naked and free. It felt almost sinful to put clothes on. And such a hassle. So much better to be as we are. With th
e added bonus of Veronica indulging me in the most unexpected pleasures, right under the nose of her own daughter—who, if she suspected anything at all, feigned ignorance beautifully. I found myself watching Tia, from behind dark sunglasses, when we lay out together. She had always been a beautiful girl. And I wondered how her taut, athletic body would respond to the things that my body had learned to crave and adore. The things her own mother had shown me….that I could now show to her.
A scorchingly hot day, along with a gloriously unexpected foray of knee-trembling, head-splitting orgasms had left me exhausted. The living room was cool and airy, and I’d reclined on the sofa with a book, while Tia and Veronica went shopping in town. I must have dozed off, because I woke to the sound of footsteps on the veranda. I stood, groggily; stretching as I made my way to the shutters I’d closed against the burning sun.
“You’re back early….” I began sleepily.
But as I spoke, the shutters were drawn open, not by Tia and Veronica—but by a man. I shrieked with surprise and snatched the nearest thing to hand in a bid to cover my suddenly-remembered modesty. As it turned out, I’d grabbed a book from the coffee table. The book barely covered my tummy, leaving more personal areas ridiculously exposed. It must have looked like I’d become suddenly embarrassed about exposing my bellybutton.
The man smiled shyly, not quite sure where to look. His skin was the colour of dark sand. His curly hair was thick and black, flecked with grey. A suitcase as handsome and rugged as he rested by his side.
“You must be Mand,” he said smiling, his eyes creasing at their corners. “At least I hope you are. Otherwise you are the strangest burglar the world has ever known. I’m Claudio. And it seems I’m a little early.”
“Hello,” I squeaked.
“Would you like to put something on before I come in?”
His chivalry was sweet. I smiled too. “Thank you.”
I turned and crossed the floor, returning the ridiculous book to the table as I passed. My shock had worn off and I found myself walking not just with comfort, but with pride. It is impossible not to watch a naked person walking away from you, and I could feel his eyes drinking me in. At the foot of the stairs I flashed another grin to Claudio. His kindly eyes were indeed watching me as he crossed the threshold.
I made my way up the stairs and my easy grin morphed into a wicked smile. If Veronica could fuck her way through my family, I could certainly fuck my way through hers. And I’d have a lot of fun doing it.
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