This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead, or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I’m psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I’m not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes. And a proofreader.

Be forewarned, these writings, including this warning, may trigger some issue or issues that you have. Either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, you have to make a decision now. You have two choices. One, you can decide, you can be a mature adult about things and continue. Or Two, you can’t, in which case just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this.

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Serendipity Pass

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Chapter 7 – Paths of Sickle and Scythe

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I tickled her in that sweet spot just behind the lower ribs. She squealed, swiftly spun around and wrestled me right into the cushions on the floor.

I tried to fight her off.

Really! I did.

But she just completely overpowered me, pinning me flat on my back with her legs on either side of me, staring down triumphantly, with a lustful look in her glare. I could feel my cock getting fidgety as her ambrosia permeated my senses in a spicy, sweet, savory succulence.

That heated, heavenly elixir, radiating from her feminine sex and enveloping my shaft, was like the aromatic tease of a fresh pot of coffee to an overtaxed mind.

A silent enticement to awaken.

She hovered over my face, eye to eye, pursed her mouth, formed her words and let them flow, with an intensity, “I would like you to fuck my ass again.” Then she turned bright red and coyed away.

*”Sure you don’t want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?”

I watched her eye lashes flutter, as she looked around behind squinted eyelids, sorting out her thoughts. Then, as if sparked by a realization, they flashed open wide, “No. Let’s save that for later, just before the lecture.”

*”Give it a little more time to let the soreness fade?” I inquired, while grabbing her ass with both hands and massaging her cheeks. Seductively spreading them then pressing them together, in a calculated tempo to the widening of her eyes.

“Mmhmm… Shhhhhhhiiiihmmmm… Yes, please,” she affirmed, with a nod of her head and a smile tinged with bliss.

I teased two of my fingers along her slit. She was so very wet and getting hotter with each manipulation. I played there happily, tenderly feeding her want. Then I slowly feathered my fingers, up, from her folds to that quaint little hole nestled in that valley of plump, delicious flesh. I could feel her steadily hardening against me, chaperoning me, further on my path, with deep grinds and involuntary throbs.

She stretched her way up like a lioness. “You really… oh… gohd… sucha… tee… eeee…”

*”I know.” I slid a finger back through her pussy lips, got it nice and slick, then slid up over the ridge and probed. With an, exploratory purpose. Pushing ever so gradually into her welcoming hole. I could feel it open then close back down around it. Swallowing me in. She pushed back, hungrily, and it slid in without contest. Just a comfortable pressure. Slowly, steadily, right up to the web. I pushed just a little deeper, *”You good?”

“Oh yeah, don’t move.” Her eyes were half closed in sensorial concentration, her face placid and euphoric. She put her head to my chest and quietly purred. I felt her fingers slip around me and stroke.

Moments of tenderness and building sensations passed and my cock regained it’s full steel. She angled me to her, I sidled my hand away and she guided me through and across her labia, spreading a slickness on my head and shaft.

When she was ready she raised her butt, angled me right where she wanted, then she took me inside her, at a very tempered pace. I just laid there and let her follow her need.

Through the rises and sits, and the trembles and sighs, I could feel her relaxing, opening. Engulfing me, deeper inside her, with each downward motion. Then, with a satisfied ‘aah’, she found herself over the ridge as she smoothed herself down to the end of the line. She pressed her clit to my stomach, and started moving at her own pleasure. Slowly. Lovingly, Passionately.

The warmth and the hardness of her cock gliding across my belly button, was, a bit… different. But far from unenjoyable. It had a pleasurable warmth and friction to it. Her clit, pressing into the muscles of my abdomen, and the erotic musings, trembling her vocal chords, were more than enough to keep me rock hard and erotically invested.

She nibbled a nipple then laid her head on my chest and nestled in.

*”Mmmm, Sandy. You feel so fucking good around me.”

“Shhh. I’m listening,” she ribbed, rubbing her ear harder into my chest while rolling her hips in tight smooth circles. Her back arched and she tilted her head up and back, then she slowly lowered her gaze and looked at me with amethyst desire.

I lifted my head up, put my mouth alongside hers, cheek to cheek, and asked, half hushed, *“Hey Starbuck, Whaddya hear?”

She laughed, and retorted, “Nothing but the rain.”

*”Then grab your gun and bring in the cat.”

“Boom, boom, boom… Nerd.”

*”Nerdette.”

With a renewed sense of purpose she stole my tongue and started climbing. Short steps up, with pauses, then long, slow, steady slides down. Her pace became more hurried, the pressure became more passionate. She pushed her third eye right into mine and stared.

The anxiously, anticipating smile on her face betrayed her nearness.

“Damn you fuck good.” She stated, simultaneously going a really bold shade of ‘did I just say that?’.

*”Me? I’m just laying here. You’re doing all the work. And yes, you do fuck quite nicely. Hold on tight.”

Her arms wrapped around me, her legs gripped into my lower back. I sat us up and pulled her in tighter.

*“Lean back just a bit, keep me inside you.”

I picked us up, turned us around and lowered her back to the makeshift bed, pulling her closer so her butt rested on my thighs. *“You did wanna try this, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

*”Good. Cause I LOVE this position.”

I started long-stroking into her. Slowly, at first. I could feel her moist, hot flesh, just above where I was inside her. Tauntingly slicking against my stomach. I pushed myself into her clit, then curved my back, shoulders forward, so that my abdomen was pressing on her shaft. I was fucking her entire sex. My hardness sliding in and out of her welcoming backdoor. My abdomen pressing on the head of her cock, gliding on the entire length of her shaft and grinding against all that wonderful, feminine flesh in between.

I guess it was too much. I can’t even imagine what that was like for her.

But It sounded,to my ears, something like…

“Oh fuck! I’m! Ohhh, you fuck…”

She pushed me up by my shoulders, raising my chest, then looked down. I followed the focus of her eyes, and was greeted by a very intriguing sight.

Her crown was being rolled and pressed and kneaded between us. The slit, in the center of its now glazed head, was opening and closing. In a way that gave the impression that it was the source of the gasps and moans that emanated from her. Precum was seeping from her dome, glistening on her skin and mine. Thin, delicate threads, of angel-hair webbing, shimmered between us. Connecting us with translucent sinews of impassioned liquidity.

I felt her fingers pinch my flesh to her palms, like she had bunched up the sheets during our first joining.

Fingernails scraped at my skin. Her sex pushed up and into me.

Her spine went taut, her breathing stopped.

I saw the first shot of her orgasm surge from inside her onto our bellies. And then…

I was lost… In a hail of hair, tongue and erotic mumblings.

It didn’t take long for me to follow. The passion, the shakes, the scent and the noises kind of triggered me off.

You know how it is.

At least, I hope you do.

I plowed, deep and strong, sending my seed into her. Multiple times. Then I teased myself through the last of it with long, slow, languid strokes. My body racked one last time. From the soles of my feet to the roots of the hair on my head. Tingles raged from my spine, spasming every muscle in delicious rapture. I fought at the need to swoon. I was out of breath, spent and euphoric, but she looked too beautiful to collapse upon.

And I did not want to lose that captivating view, of that shy, content smile that haloed her face and that look of adoration and bliss that was radiating back at me.

Her hair was tossed, tussled and matted to her cheek.