by Iaz Grant
She was wailing like a whore feeling his nose sinks into her hot love pit and she screamed so loud that Paul hoped that the neighbors didn't come to investigate.
Licking and licking her, he licked her faster, and licked her harder, while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy deeper. Just when he had her moaning and sexually moving her naked body, he abruptly stopped.
As if he was a diver diving for crabs, after parting her clam with his tongue and searching her pussy for her bean with his finger as if looking for a pearl, he briefly came up for air again. He reached his hands up to feel her breasts, fondle her tits, and finger her nipples while continuing to eat her.
With Paul eating her clit harder, fingering her pussy deeper, and licking her faster, it didn't take Rose much longer to cum. As she shuttered from yet another climax and Rose began to beg,
"Give me that young cock, please fuck me, I need that big young cock deep inside of me."
Paul stood up, kicked off his shoes and stood directly in front of Rose. She laid her back on the sofa and spread her legs almost begging to have him insert his hard member into her waiting pussy.
Without a word, he got into her sliding his cock inside her and gave out a yell of pleasure. It stretched into her enough to hit every spot. She groaned as she began to rock back and forth while he placed a hand on her ass to firmly press into her clitoris fucking it meticulously in circles as she began to beg him for more.
Rose began to moan louder and louder and she pushed against every minor thrust not wanting to wait for the penetration of his young hard cock into her throbbing pussy. She was moaning like a whore, this was way too good, as she was feeling a sexual bliss she had never felt knowing she was getting a huge young cock, in her own home by a rival of her own profession.
Every slid gave her an incredible thrill she couldn't have possibly imagined just an hour ago. Her delicate right hand held his shoulder and the other on his smooth ass, as she bumped her hips up in sync to engulf the shaft plunging into her.
Once he started sliding faster inside of her, she humped him and he slid deeper. Humping harder and humping him faster, while slowly rotating her hips. Then, done with making love in that position, she allowed Paul to roll her over, mount her from behind, and fuck her tight asshole really hard. Fucking her harder and fucking her deeper, it wasn't long before Paul pulled out and was pounding her pussy in the way of a high revving piston in a machine.
The clapping sound of their fucking filled the living room along with their grunts and groans. She felt herself being lifted her front side suddenly on the table as he began to fuck her doggy style. She cried out as she felt his dick curving into the right angle of her g-spot her wetness now dribbling down her leg.
She felt herself being lifted entirely onto the table with him planting a foot on either chair he began to pound into her wildly, they were now completely on display.
Lovingly tilting his head, he asks, "Do you like that baby?"
"Yes," she replied, panting as he drills into her soaking pussy.
Almost without thought, she blurts out, "I want you to fuck me harder, make me scream just before you cum." She requested.
Obeying her commands, he became rough and grabs her flesh as his pelvis pounds into her. Rose was flipped over, remain lying down but with her pelvis slightly lifted, he enters her from behind again.
She felt his mouth on her shoulder as he gently bites her flesh, sucked and kissed her neck; Paul softly pulled strands of her hair through his fingers and tenderly allowed his breath to brush the nape of her neck.
The breaths become shorter and faster as he grinds and pounds into her. His cock provides a good pressure against her g-spot and progressively louder moans escape from her mouth.
She wanted it harder. She wanted it deeper. She wanted it faster. Reaching around, his soft fingers run circles around her pounding clit, causing her pelvis to rise and allowing him to work his magic. Her rounded ass lifts higher, allowing him deeper. His fingers frantically rub her boobs as his hard dick is smashing into her tight pussy. She screamed with delight.
His naughty hands wander; tugging her hair, smacking her ass, caressing her tits. The pace is becoming rapid, rough. Back on her boobs, he massages her nipples with his hand becoming rougher as he approaches climax.
With a swift movement, he pulls out and flips her over. He continues to touch her while her hands quickly find his cock. With skillful rhythm, they caressed each other into ecstasy as she screams aloud, feeling the tension building; her pussy pulses and his body jolts of an approaching orgasm.
She slammed herself into him relishing the deepness and strength of each thrust. She felt her breath hitch as she crossed the line she recognized as the point of no return and within seconds her walls were squeezing around him, milking him for all he was worth.
Now, fuck me," she ordered while grabbing a handful of his naked ass and squeezing. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you will fuck your wife. Make me cum with your cock in the way you made me cum with your mouth and finger and me’ll give you the best blowjob of your young life."
Seemingly enlivened and invigorated with the promise of a blowjob, Paul humped Rose harder and humped her faster. With Rose returning his humps and with them matching one another’s humps, it wasn't long before they developed a syncopated rhythm.
They fucked like teenagers in the backseat of a car on prom night. With this sexual arrangement apparently working for both, he was sexually attracted to slightly heavy brunette, working women as much as she was sexually attracted to young, single man.
"I’m going to cum," said Rose. "Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster," she said pulling Paul from the couch to the carpeted floor. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
He fucked her as if he was a prisoner who had been locked away in prison for years without the conjugal visit of a woman; he pounded her as if he was a sailor who had been away at sea for too long without the sexual release of a shore leave. He fucked her as if she was a cheating, married, drunken woman.
“Oh, God, Paul. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming," she said wrapping her legs around his back, grabbing his naked ass with both hands, and pushing him even deeper inside of her.
"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me as I cum." She pleaded he humped her faster and she humped him harder until she stiffened her legs and screamed out her sexual pleasure.
They stayed like that with Rose basking in the afterglow of sex for several long minutes.
"Don’t cum inside of me," she whispered in his ear. "I can get pregnant. Instead of cumming inside me, I”ll suck you," she said licking his ear before blowing her hot air in his ear.
She looked at him and smiled before she reached her hand down to fondle Paul’s still hard cock. Then, slowly stroking him while turning her head to kiss him, she made him harder with her fingers and with her hand before making him even harder with her mouth.
Slowly, as if she was a sexy snake sliding and slowly slinking her way down to engulf a rat in her mouth, she opened her mouth and took Paul's cock inside.
With him humping her mouth and putting a heavy hand behind her head again to fuck her deep down her throat; it didn't take Paul very long to explode his sexual lust. She didn't stop sucking Paul’s cock until she sucked him dry and swallowed every drop of his cum.
Once she was done with him, as if he was an empty gin bottle, she discarded him. She moved from the floor to the couch while still naked to make herself comfortable.
She grabbed her cigarettes, lit one up, and blew a blue cloud of smoke in the air. With him still on the floor and looking as if he was about to fall asleep, she gave him a gentle nudge in the ribs with her toe.
Paul got up and crept on the Couch, they rested in this way for a few minutes and then he put on his clothes. Before he left he once again reminded her of the deal and drove home thinking of when next he will meet her.
----- The End -----
Halos
Book 1
Jeff Grant
Copyright © 2016 by Jeff Grant
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Published by Grant Publishing
His Ancient Lullaby
On a cold starry night in a world very different from any other, a young boy is beginning to fall asleep and the deeper he falls into sleep he begins to dream vividly. This dream is not just a fabrication of the young boys wild imagination – no, this dream, was a memory lost hundreds of years before the boy’s lifetime. This memory has reoccurred in the boy’s mind thousands of times, for every night he had ever fallen asleep this far into his 9 years of life, the dream replayed like a dusty record. Though he had never understood why or how he was having these dreams, this boy
– Aero as his parents named him – was on the verge of a lifelong journey that would lead to the answers to those questions.
Here again the dream began to replay and even in his sleep, Aero watched the dream for what seemed like the millionth time.
The dream began with the glowing amber color a piece of metal emits when it is heated up to the highest of degrees. A large metallic clinking sound began to ring through Aero’s head as a hammer could be seen striking a large piece of what looked like steel.
***500 years ago***
On the other end of the elongated handle that connected the hammer to it’s user, a tall middle-aged man, with jet black hair that reached far past his lower back, swung his arms in an arc that brought the hammer high into the air, and brought it back slamming down on the piece of steel in front of him. This swing was the mark of an expert blacksmith, and that is exactly what this man was.
His name was Silus; he was the prince of a clan of people of called the Easelon, they were highly intelligent people with an inherent gift for magic. Through meditation and intense research, the Easelon people could form a bond with the planets primary elements, allowing them to create and control different forms of whichever element they had formed a bond with. After centuries of mastering this elemental magic, the Easelon clan had become highly skilled blacksmiths, passing teachings of the trade down through each new generation, they crafted brilliant weapons that almost never tarnished or shattered, swords, bows and armors of all kinds were designed through the years of their heritage and eventually, the two skills that the Easelon people were so proficient in, elemental magic and blacksmithing, became one.
Silus was the only son of the family that originally mixed these skills. They called it Sword-Shaping, a process that involved crafting a weapon and infusing it with elemental magic before shaping the weapon. Essentially, they bound spells with elemental properties that never faded, unless the weapon was to break. Though all Easelon were gifted in this special trade, Silus was considered a prodigy, and here after he repeatedly slammed his hammer into the anvil underneath the sword he was creating, he pulled the hammer back and placed his hand inches above the scorching heat of the metal.
A florescent blue light began to appear in the center of his palm as a small symbol that resembled a water droplet began to appear on the back of his hand. After the symbol completed etching itself into his skin, a large shockwave was produced from his hand.
“Current!” He commanded in a stern, raspy voice.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a small surge of what looked like the purest, most clean water ever produced appeared to launch out of the same place on his palm that the light was shining from.
The stream of rapidly moving water came down on the hot metal creating a thick cloud of steam that rose into the air quickly. Silus took a massive gulp of air in and let out a large gust of wind that blew away the steam to reveal a perfectly crafted wide sword that had glowing blue markings on it. Though the blade was made of a shiny silver material, the sections that had the blue etchings looked see through, almost like glass, and beneath those glass sections, in individual markings that looked like letters, flowing water could be seen as if an entre ocean lived inside the sharp metal that made up the sword shape. This sword was infused with Silus’ water magic, and it was a beauty.
Silus picked the sword up from the hand that came complete with a guard that protected the holder’s hands from oncoming attack. He swung it left and right and performed a few would-be slashes into the air before making a face of approval. He gazed at the blade a moment longer before his face changed to one of grief. Though he was proud of what he created, he was not aiming to craft such a fine weapon.
Usually, Silus only made weapons for the highest ranking soldiers, because of his skill, he could only make weapons for the strongest of warriors, because if wielded improperly, his weapons could cause chaos – but this Aqua Sword he crafted was not for a high ranking soldier, or a powerful ally of his nation. Instead it was for an Emperor from a distant land by the name of Sutter. This emperor was not a good man, he was an unfair ruler who created a great divide between his people over the believe of elemental spirits, Sutter destroyed peoples lives who believed in elemental magic, and now he was getting a weapon made by the Easelon’s most skilled craftsman, infused with the same magic he called “evil”.
This is why Silus was unhappy with how powerful the sword was that he just created. The Emperor demanded Silus’ Father to order his son to create the weapon or his people would attack the Easelon country. As much as he couldn’t bear to hand over such a magnificent weapon, Silus knew he had to, it was the only way to save his people. Two days before Silus began crafting the weapon his father took him into a secret room in their castle, he looked at Silus with more certainty than Silus had ever seen in his father’s eyes. He explained in a whispering voice.
“Silus, my boy…you must pay close attention, I can only tell you this once.” He began as Silus listened intensely.
“The Emperor, Sutter, he is an evil man. When he comes here for the Aqua Sword, Sutter plans to kill our entire clan. He has done this to countless other people with magical blood. He demands the highest grade of technology he can from a civilization, and then when he comes to collect, he unleashes a parasite that will turn our people into hideous monsters with no control or thought.” He said franticly
“But…Father…” Silus began to say before his father stopped him
“Silus, Sutter doesn’t know about a very special gift you have, you have the power to stop him, but it will come at a great cost. I have created an explosive made of magical shadow energy.” He said as he showed Silus a small black cube no bigger than a cube of ice. “Sutter doesn’t know about this bomb, but it has the power to engulf this entire country in shadow, and destroy it forever.”
“Father, No! We cannot use this kind of magic, everyone will die.” Silus interrupted
“Silus, listen to me. We do not have a choice. When Sutter erases a civilization like this, he takes all of their magic and leaves no trace of teachings, so the powers of these people are never seen again. Our magic is special, we can not let it fade.” Silus’ father continued as the look in his eyes became a look of love and pride in his son “Silus, I know of a spell, an ancient spell that can ensure that our peoples magic will stay alive far into the future. When you were born, I asked the elder ones to place this spell on you, my dear boy, when you die, your memories and soul will go on to sleep for 500 years, but after those 500 years, you will reawaken and renew the world with our magic teachings. This is your destiny.”
Silus’ mind and body froze in place, he couldn’t believe what he had just heard, but he knew, in the core of his stomach, he knew what his father was saying was true. This was the only way the Easelon people could continue living.
After revealing this information, Silus’ father kissed him on his head and led him out of the secret room. He brought Silas to the Blacksmithing factory that lay deep underneath the castle. He embraced his son one last time.
“I need to g
o warn everyone, I will see you when we present the sword to Sutter, and when I tell you too, crush this bomb in your hand and with it, save our people’s legacy Silus.”