1. A Little Place Called Heaven


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    cans and a half-empty bottle of booze, his driver’s license exposed. “Shit, Jake!” “I know, Cap. I’m sorry. I’ll just pack up my duffel and hit the road.” “You won’t get a ride way out here. And you’ll die of sunstroke before you can make the highway. I’ll take you over there.” “What about her?” He nodded at the closed bedroom door. “She’s not going anywhere in this heat.” I told Mrs. Periwinkle what was happening and gave Jake a lift. At the interstate he closed the passenger door and bent down to look in the open window. “Sorry again, Cap,” he said, and shrugged. “It’s only money.” *** When the old man called, he gave me some lame-ass excuse as to why it was going to take him another day to put the green together. By then I was morbid and defeated, and begrudgingly agreed. “How’s everything going?” he asked with what sounded like mirth in his voice. “Just get the money,” I said, and ended the call. Mrs. Periwinkle stood in the bedroom doorway in her pink bra and panties, holding the new French-green set up to her. “Would you like to see me in these?” she asked. I tried, unsuccessfully, to force saliva into my parched throat. I nodded. She went into the bathroom and started a tub. “You look all hot and sweaty,” she said. “Why don’t you come in here and join me?” I watched her take off her bra and panties. The tips of her breasts were pale pink, and a narrow strip of short red hair pointed down to her womanly charms. I stood up and started undressing, walking toward her. I ...
    sat in the tub first and she got in and snuggled to my side. The water was cool and refreshing. She teased my nipple with her fingers and sucked on it, and the next thing I knew we were kissing. She was a fancy kisser, all licks and nibbles and tongue-swirls, and soon my phallus was splitting the water like a periscope, stiff as a maypole. “Would you like a handjob?” she asked. “How much?” I said. “Three hundred?” I remembered the tariff she’d charged Jake. “Cheap,” I said. She knew her way around a maypole, and before long I was panting and heaving my hips. “Do you want me to suck it?” she asked. “How much?” “Five hundred more.” “What the hell, it’s only money.” She was an expert fellatrix, all head bobs and fist twists, and all the while gazing up into my eyes. “You can come in my mouth,” she said, pumping my stick. “Is that extra?” “Another five hundred.” “Go for it.” “Swallow for another five?” “Yes, yes,” I groaned, ready to blow just from her hand. She throated me to the root, and I started flopping around like a carp on a dock. “Fuck!” I cried, and blasted out a Vesuvius-sized load. She sucked me like a vampire, draining the life from my body until I felt like I couldn’t stand. When she was finally done, I pulled her up and kissed her, tears in my eyes. “Thank you,” I said. *** Old Man Periwinkle stretched me out for another two days. I didn’t mind one bit. When he finally called to say he had the money, I gave him the drop spot and told him his wife would call him to ...
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