Oops, I did it again…
Amazing things tend to happen when you least expect them.
After another disastrous break up, I've turned to my usual comforts; sitting alone poolside on my patio, drinking and chain smoking.
Bailey, my little Yorkie sits in my lap calmly which is always a comfort.
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 that 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. Let me explain.
Typically, I do my philandering outside my immediate neighborhood since I know everybody and they know me.
It's a small gated community on a tiny island called Sanibel along Florida's Gulf Coast.
Unfortunately, my very young 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.
They live 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 tattoos that adorn my 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 tits when she popped over with her parents that day.
My eyes soaked up her small frame and big tits instantly as she propped herself on one foot, the other resting on her knee in the doorway that led to my patio.
Wind swept her long blonde hair over her face as she sucked on a long neck Corona.
I'm a big guy and well-endowed so my walk over to her to introduce myself had me tentative because the outline of my cock in my beige linen shorts was plain to see.
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. Carr." Mister?
Damn, that hurt.
"Really? How's that?"
After growing up around lawyers and watching Perry Mason for years, I knew better than to ask a question you didn't already know the answer to.
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 got even worse when she slipped the cigarette between her lips.
My hands searched my pockets for my lighter and found it buried under a wad of cash. I held the flame to the tip and 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.
Long blonde hair with ringlets framing her face, a delicate nose centered between ocean blue eyes, and a full pink mouth that had a tiny slit in the bottom lip.
My cock struggled to get to my waistband to take a peek at whatever had stirred him from his comfortable nest above my balls.
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 men!"
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, and knew that she felt my erection as she wrapped one leg around my calf and did a slow grind against me.
We pulled from the kiss simultaneously, and stared at one another.
"You want me daddy?" Bella whispered breathlessly.
"I want you, but not if you call me daddy. I'm not old enough to be your daddy."
OK, a small lie at this point seemed rather moot.
She kissed me softly and said, "Ok then…baby…whatever you say. Now, are you going to fuck me or just talk about it?" she dragged heavily on her cigarette before flipping it the hedges.
Now, I am not a man that hesitates when it comes to situations like this.
My hand 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 eight months ago and her 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 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 that 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 for days; I was done!
Think about having a rope with knot in it stuck up your ass while your woman sits 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, notices your cock swelling in her hand, let's go of it, grabs the other end of the rope 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 while your asshole quivers and your cock convulses.
But if you ever get the shot, I highly recommend it.
Sadly, after catching me with another bronzed beauty last night, she dumped me.
Bella had never displayed jealousy before and accepted my carousing with no hesitation. I mean, where 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, would be eager to run out and taste everything the world and life had to offer.
At my age, I had already been around the world and tasted 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 the words whispered in her ear so she could cum.
"Oh baby…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 baby." I whispered softly.
"Again daddy! Say my name!"
"Bella…I love you Bella"
That usually did it.
My sweet maid Olive, a solidly built black woman about 60'ish, and probably a stunner herself at one time just shook her head after one of Bella's sleepovers.
"Mr. Carr…you're gonna end up killing that child someday. I declare the mess that little girls makes on these fine sheets."
As I think about last night now, I suppose Bella wasn't as jealous as she was pissed.
The bronzed beauty on her hands and knees with her ass up being stuffed with my cock was her dear mom…Roxanne.
I was working up a good sweat pounding the stunning Mrs. Hunter when Bella strolled into my bedroom like she had done hundreds of times before.
While she didn't actually live with me, she was more than comfortable coming and going as she pleased, so she just walked right in.
The next thing I knew the Popsicle she was sucking on smashed on my nude painting that hangs proudly over my headboard.
The wind slammed the door shut behind her as her mom and I got back to business.
"Yes, oh yes baby…just like that!"
Roxanne was panting 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 was soaking my Egyptian sheets as I brushed rapidly over her clit.
I slipped two fingers inside and finger fucked her cunt while my cock slammed in and out of her hot 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.
In just seconds she screamed, "Yes, baby…hurt me!"
I brought my hand up from her squirting pussy and slapped her ass with it while I still had her hair twirled through my fingers.
"Harder! Harder and don't stop!"
My hand began turning as red as her ass.
"Give it to me baby. Put it in my cunt!"
My cock jumped inside her and rammed to her cervix and pressed against it while I 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 groaned 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 to complete her slut check list.
Once satisfied that her still body was sufficiently coated, I laid down on her sweaty back and moved her long hair from her neck so I could get a pulse.
I felt nothing at first.
Then I visualized the headlines in tomorrow mornings' paper:
"Local porn writer kills socialite in kinky sex games"
My heart skipped a few beats as I watched my life flushing down the toilet.
I'm highly claustrophobic and I 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. 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 and said, "Wow, baby…that was some major fucking. My cunt is raw and pouring our juices 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.
"Mmm, baby…you're a nasty fuck 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 the nice cock of yours anywhere anytime. I do give as good as I get you know."
That's the problem with older women. They, and I'm speaking generally here, seem to need validation that they aren't just as good in bed as a teenager, but better.
Then 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 twitch, "Please don't tell me you're ready to go again!"
I pulled the red hair that was stuck to her face back 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 and went for the beer and cigarette.
Now, I'm sitting on the patio again thinking about Bella as I watched the moon crawl across the night sky. Bailey strained his neck to look up at the mysterious silver ball in the sky with me.
Subconsciously, my finger rubbed the spot where Bella bit my lip months ago and I grinned.
I glanced down at Bailey, "She can't stay mad forever…can she?"
Bailey yipped and hopped from my lap and ran inside.
I tipped the bottle back for the last few swigs of beer and dropped my cigarette in the bottle and stepped back in.
My eyes went to Bailey who was jumping and spinning around like he does when he wants to play.
There on my soft butter soft sofa sat the very naked, very awake Roxanne Hunter with a cigarette dangling from her over glossed lips, with a two foot piece of rope that she was twirling in her right hand.
With one eye closed to prevent the smoke from going in it, she asked, "Ready baby?"