I could see the swell of her breasts through her nightclothes, her small nipples hard, though, as I mentioned before, it wasn’t cold. She didn’t say a word, her face seemed etched in stone. She spun on a heel, tucked her nightgown beneath her and sat down next to me, her body leaning up against mine, her head resting against the side of my shoulder. She felt wonderfully warm against me. I had to have her closer. I reached up and over her head, putting an arm about her much smaller frame. She nudged nearer, placing her arms about me just below my chest. Her face was nestled comfortably in the crook of my arm. I could feel the eyelash of her left eye tickling my pectoral muscle on my right side.
“You’re up early,” I said after a long while, not wishing to spoil the moment, trying to ignore the fact my beloved city was tearing itself apart.
She breathed a laugh. “So are you.”
“I couldn’t sleep… something was calling me.”
“You were calling me,” she whispered, looking up at me. “In my dreams,” she added seeing my brow knit.
“I hope it wasn’t as bad as the last time I lost control.” I hoped, having to revisit that madness wasn’t a good thing.
“No, it was very subtle and only for me… I think.” She tilted her head to the side. “I was the only one it awakened.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it.”
She smiled as her orbs warmed. I found I liked it when she smiled, because she didn’t do it all that much.
“Your beautiful, Leda,” I murmured, my lips barely moving.
“So are you…”
The next thing I felt was not unlike one magnet pulling at another. Suddenly, I was being pulled downward and she was drawn to me, a moment later, our lips met and our arms tightened about one another. Our kiss deepened as our tongues danced about, each of us tasting the other. Her palms clenched and unclenched against my back. My free arm came forth to hold her by the waist. I slid to my right and she slid to her left, so our bodies were more or less facing each other, our knees scrambled before us. I stiffened and grew, my penis struggling against my cotton boxers until it began to find the convenient folds of the hole at the front.
We continued to kiss, trying to get closer so we could touch along the entire length of our bodies, but the position was awkward and the slope of the roof didn’t allow for much more. The tiles were rough and bumpy, so lying down would’ve hurt and getting our knees would’ve been even worse.
Unexpectedly, Leda straddled me, her nightgown billowing as she moved and I was shocked to feel the bare, puffy flesh of her vagina in my lap. My cock turned as hard as stone and popped free of my boxers. My breath caught as her wet labia’s slid along its length as our bodies settled. Her lips never left mine. We kissed harder, more comfortable than we had been seconds before, our hands freer to roam.
Leda wrapped her legs around my waist, putting more pressure on my manhood, grinding her hips, her moist pussy rubbing. I could feel the tiny button of her clit, hard and anxious, against my delicate flesh. Every time there was friction, she exhaled explosively into my mouth. I could feel her whole body tremble.
“I don’t know how you do this to m-me,” she confessed, bucking hips forward and then back, massaging my cock between her vaginal lips. “Y-you make me crazy.”
“You’re not d-d-doing a bad job yourself,” I admitted, struggling for air, my heart pounding in sync with the blood coursing through my dick.
She rocked her hips against me once more, then repeated it again and again, making us both writhe in ecstasy. Her breathing turned ragged, her chest and neck flushing with heat, with lust. She broke our kiss. She arched her neck, exposing it to me, her eyes staring up at the lightening sky, her girlish breasts heaving before my chin.
I came toward her, my mouth finding her neck. I kissed and sucked and licked and nibbled her there, the swaying of her hips became more urgent, the muscles in her thighs straining with need. She wanted release. It was so plain.
“I-I-I w-want to break your m-mother’s rules, E-Estefan!” she said huskily. Abruptly, she was staring directly into my eyes, either hand against the side of my face, her fore- and middle-fingers scissoring my earlobes. “I w-want to feel you inside me so badly, it almost hurts.”
My hands fell to her butt and squeezed. “Since when have you ever followed the rules?” I challenged, my eyes burning with desire.
“I don’t like rules,” she agreed.
“Neither do I,” was all I said as I lifted her from my lap. She felt as light as a feather in my grasp. My penis came from my boxers to bob in the air, though I couldn’t see it underneath Leda nightgown.
She didn’t hesitate. She canted her pelvis backward, sticking out her butt, her flat belly bugling in the opposite direction. The movement positioned my cock directly below the eager opening of her vagina. Her eyes were still locked on mine as I lowered her until the tip of my manhood was touching her wet folds. They flared then and I could tell she wasn’t breathing anymore. I lowered her more and pressure began to build between our sex organs, the base of my cock throbbing sweetly from it. I continue until the sensation became unbearable.
She arched her neck once more. “I’m yours, Estefan, fuck me,” she exulted, a hand coming to the top of her chest.
Her lips parted like petals of a flower, opening before the warming rays of an early sun. A breath later, I was inside her, my organ grazing against the walls of her pussy as I lowered her body the rest of the way. Her body took all of me. She quivered as though she’d been lowered into a pool of freezing water. I could feel the very tip of my cock brush against her cervix, my smaller hole kissing her larger one. A moan escaped her lips, and then something amazing happened. She shook again only this time she didn’t stop. It took me a few heartbeats to realize she was cuming. She had an orgasm the instant my penis had touched that deep portion of her insides.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” she trembled as her vagina gripped me tightly, then loosened only to do it a few more times before her orgasm began to subside.
The exquisite movements made my penis pulsate and I couldn’t wait anymore. Using my hands upon either side of her waist, I lifted her a few inches, arching my back so I could pull out a few more. Then I thrusted forward, bringing her down simultaneously, sliding my cock back into her pussy. It felt so deliciously good, my eyes fluttered as my body tightened to repeat the motion. Again, I brought her up and down upon stiffness of my pole, a little harder this time, loving every scintillating millimeter I moved within her. I did it again – over and over – building a rhythm.
She seemed to come back to reality after a while, shifting her weight so she balanced herself upon the balls of her feet. This gave her more control and opened her even further. She began to impale herself on my dick, pouncing on me, taking me all the way, and then pulling nearly free, only to repeat it.
I kept my back arched, no longer moving, letting her get everything she wanted out of the firmness she was riding. Instead, I grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pushed it over her knees, so I could see our bodies joined together as she continued to grind herself along my hard length, her butt moving up, then down.
The site was incredible. I couldn’t believe how big I appeared, the skin of my cock was stretched as far as it could manage, and still she swallowed all of me into her small body. I continued to stare and saw she had her public hair trimmed into a perfect downward triangle where her underwear would cover her. Below, she was completely bare. In the early light of the dawn, I could just make the skin of her pubis. It glimmered with the juices of our lovemaking – a milky, white sheen covering both of us.
She peered down as well, groaning with pleasure. “God, Effy, y-your c-c-c-cock is perfect. You fill me completely.” She was gazing into my eyes, her face pink with exertion, her hair beginning to plaster to the side of her face.
I smiled, my eyelids heavy with the craven sensations pumping through my body. All of them were centered on my cock. Led
a was fucking me with every ounce of strength in her body. I could feel a wave beginning to gather and grow within me, gaining momentum, power, as it did so. Leda went on with her furious movements and I felt a tightening at the base of my scrotum, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced, my voice no more than a wheeze.
“Cum,” she retorted, shifting her grip, so she held me by the shoulders, slamming her twat on my cock.
“W-w-where?” I asked, barely managing.
“Just cum, Estefan, I want to feel every drop of it inside,” she answered, purring like a feline, beginning to dig her nails into the meat at the beginning of my arms. She pulled herself even harder onto my stiff flesh.
I could feel my cock go entirely rigid. Her vagina was like hands gloved in silk, stroking me again and again. I felt my body strain and my loins gird.
“Cum, Estefan, fill me up,” she begged, both of us sweating now.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came into her like a freight train into the station, holding her as tight as could against me, pumping rope after rope of semen into her, hot, burning. She arched her back, letting go of me, her feet going flat, engulfing every fraction of my dick with her sex. I spasmed and spewed, so many times I lost count. She drained all the sperm from my balls, my cock jerked inside her. She flexed internally, a Kegel holding me tighter. She never stopped kissing me.
Finally, she came against my chest, our bodies still one, hugging me loosely about the neck and shoulders, her eyes smoldering lumps of carbon. “I will follow you anywhere, and everywhere, you desire, Estefan Ernando. I will follow you until the world ends…” She came forth and kissed me, holding me about my head as she held my semi-hard manhood with the muscles of her vagina, double-clutching me, showing me how much she meant what she’d just said.
I should’ve felt like a man atop the world. How many times could a young man like me, upon the roof of his parents’ house, make love to a girl as exotic and erotic as Leda Quintanilla? Not many. She was so far out of my league, it was laughable, and yet she had fucked me so hard she had bruised the bones of my pelvis. I should’ve been ecstatic.
Yet, her words thrummed the cord in me I had been dreading ever since I’d first heard Lisa Cardenas had gone missing. I thought myself a stupid, inept young man for even thinking it, but what if the end of the world was coming?
What the fuck were we going to do?
Nothing.
I kissed Leda until my lips were chapped, staying inside of her for as long as I could manage. I had to or else I would’ve fallen into despair.
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~ Chapter 69 ~
(Summer – 2018)
The Stuff of Stars
It was the thump! that awoke me from my slumber. It wasn’t a hallow bump in the night. It wasn’t random. It was loud enough to have shaken the windows next to my bed. I was certain, though, the sound had originated from the other side of the house – and on the ground floor.
I sat up, or tried to at least, but a sizeable portion of Sandy’s upper body was pinning me to the bed. Gently, I lifted her shoulder just enough, so I could slide from underneath her. I came erect then, sitting on the edge of the bed, my ears straining to hear anything.
For nearly ten seconds, I heard nothing.
It was after, I heard it – a faint cross between a cackle and a squawk. When my ears detected it a second time, there was a touch of a screech to it as well, but it was a low tone, discrete. I probably would’ve heard it if I hadn’t been listening so intently. It came again, a short while later and from a different direction this time. I turned my head and found myself looking out one of the windows nearest my bed, facing the back of the house. One more time, I heard it, and yet again from another side of the house. The more I was hearing it, the more I was certain it sounded electronic. I couldn’t place it. Its discovery seemed at the verge of understanding.
I stood slowly, glancing over at the digital clock on the nightstand – 4:55 am it read. I crept toward the windows at the back of the house, hearing the strange sound with greater frequency than before. More and more tones were springing up all around the property. All of the windows were open. It was yet another clear, warm summer night. I could easily see the balcony on the second floor, overlooking the large, wooden structure that kept the patio under shade. Beyond the cover of the wood, I could see the swimming pool and the Hot Tub, waters shimmering dully in the pre-dawn night. There was no moon, maybe it had sunk below the horizon already. Only the stars twinkled down through the veil of the heavens. There was little wind, as there had been a day earlier when I had made love to Leda as the sun came up. The only sounds I could hear, other than the strange electronic warbles, were the far away thumps and clattering’s of the battle for El Sereno, which had now spread east to the verges of Alhambra, Granada Park and across Interstate 10 to the northern vestiges of Monterey Park. The NIA was rooting out some of the original Muto strongholds only to find new ones, popping up, rather inconveniently, along the outer borders of Muto-held territory. Some non-Muto populations were now joining the fray against the Northern Intercontinental Alliance.
I pulled the curtain a few more inches to the side, so I could see more of the backyard, but I did so with agonizing patience. I didn’t want undo movement to attract the eye, should there be eyes watching the house.
I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The yard looked just as we’d left it hours earlier when my mother had called us in to get cleaned up and help her with dinner. The lawn surrounding the concrete of the pool and Hot Tub was clear of toys, rafts, etc. – anything we would’ve used, while languishing in those warm waters. We had put it all away.
At the very back of the property was the stout, double-sided wooden fence that surrounded the huge two-acre plot my parents owned. It was ten feet tall and thick, held up by sturdy four-by-four inch posts, driven deep into the ground at four foot intervals. Between the fence and the lawn was a thin two to three foot strip of land, following the edge of the yard as well. It was a long, but thin garden of varying flowering plants, hedge brushes and vines, kept in perfect condition thanks to the gardener who came every Wednesday, for pruning or snipping, or whatever the fuck he did. Whatever it may be, though, he did do a good job. I couldn’t recall a single time I’d looked upon that strip to find something dead or dying. It had always been pristine.
Something caught and held by vision. I froze, leaning forward to try and make it out, but not so far that I leaned out the window itself. I stayed in the shadows. I blinked a few times and rubbed at my eyes to clear my sight. I squinted through the dark, holding my breath, making myself as steady I possibly could.
Then, I realized what I was seeing – a red light - a tiny, glowing crimson light, dipping in and out of sight at the very back of the yard. It was in the foliage, in the narrow garden. For some unknown, I shifted my body to the side jam of the window I was gazing through. Still, I was hearing those weird electronic warbles, more of them in fact, chirping at a greater rate. Two more of those ghostly, red pinpricks of light came into view. They were toward the back of the yard as well, but alongside the southern section of fence.
I moved to the window adjacent to the one I hand been looking out, moving to my right, closer to the night stand where I kept my digital clock/radio/MP3 player, a lamp and my cell phone. I always kept it there, charging throughout the night. I glanced around the Loft quickly before peering out this new window. Everyone was still sleeping, no one had moved.
Then, I saw them - four more strangely suspended lights, again red! They were in the plants in a long row on the northern face of the fence. I was so confounded, I didn’t know what to do. They were like of flock of hellish fireflies infesting the backyard. When I gazed back at the back of the fence, from my new vantage, three additional lights came into view.
Something… or someone… had surrounded… the back yard – completely.
On four se
parate tendrils, from four unknown recesses in my brain, thoughts began to coalesce into one, and I felt my scalp prickle with terror. Oh god, no! As I dove for my cell phone, Ramona sat up, throwing the smaller girls from her body. I grabbed for the smart device, ripping the charging cord from the bottom of it.
“What is it, babe?” she whispered hoarsely.
I ignored her, swiping across the Gorilla Glass, initiating the phone from sleep mode, not bothering to enter my “swipe” code to access the applications. I didn’t need to do that to find what I was looking for, and it didn’t take long to find it either. Right there, in the upper right corner, in the notification bar, I saw it – a small icon depicting the type of connection my phone was set to acquire and another one showing my signal strength. Both of them had red “X’s” over them, screaming at me! My phone had been cut off from both the network and the local hotspot I used, which was my parents’ wireless router downstairs in the Library. They had both been jammed!
“…Also, if there is ever a time where all of your cell phones don’t work, he said to run…” Jacob’s final warning resounded in my head like the toll of mission bells, hundreds of them, all different sizes and sounds.
Oh no, no, no, no, nononono! Fuck!
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