Posted by Anne2Snakie on February 01, 2009 at 17:57:32:
Hello. Hope some of you remember who I am :) And I hope I remember who
some of you are too :) Anyway, I just wanted to let y'all see the start
of a story I am working on :)
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Sally
walked up the sidewalk, humming idly to herself as she went. She kicked
at the rocks without thinking, her mind on something else. She was a
girl of only medium height, barely over five foot six, and her
brilliant copper hair rolled in thick waves down to her shoulders,
hanging in thick ringlets at the ends. She had piercing green eyes
behind the granny glasses she wore, her face a delicate white oval. Her
mouth was expressive, her red lips always in a small smile. Today she
wore a white sun dress, pastel flowers blooming.
At last she reached her destination; a smaller house painted in green, the white picket fence in sad disrepair. The owner of the house, Mr. Halmer, was already sitting on the porch in his rocking chair. He was just rocking, eyes closed. He was a man of just sixty years and his hair was mostly white with a hint of remaining grey. His wife had died after a long illnes some years before, and Mr. Halmer had never really recovered. Sally felt so sorry for the man- she had befriended him years ago when she was just ten years old and his wife was still dying.
“Good morning Mr. Halmer,” she called out as she opened the fence gate. When his eyes opened, he smiled and his face lit up.
“Well, good morning to you too,” he said. “What brings you to this old man’s house?”
She laughed- she had been coming to this old man’s house for eight years now to talk.
“Well,” she said as she opened up another folding chair on the porch. “I always come here, you know that. But today is a day I couldn’t miss. I promised you I’d come here today,if no other day.” She sat and leaned forward. “Today is my birthday, you silly. I’m eighteen years old.”
He smiled again at her. “Well, it is a special day for you then. There’s a lot of things you can now legally do, but you have to be careful. You can vote-”
She reached out and touched his mouth with her finger, hushing him.
“I’m also now legally considered a woman and not a girl any more.” She stood up from his chair and kept her eyes on his. His face had flushed a little as he looked at her body again, beginning to think of her now no longer as a silly young girl. She began to unbutton her dress and he licked his lips- he looked uncomfortable with what was happening, but also didn’t stop her.
When she stood nude before him, but for her socks and shoes, his face was red and he was trembling a little. Her body had the beauty that only the young have. Her breasts were large and full, firm, tipped with cherry red nipples that were hardening as she stood before him. Her waist and belly were thinner, her navel a cute little indent in the soft little pooch of her tummy. Her hips flared outward and he could see that she had shaved her pubic region just that day, leaving only a firey strip of hair a few inches above her vulva. Her thick, meaty outer lips kept her secrets firmly tucked away as she stood. He closed his eyes and held his breath a moment.
“Remember what I’ve been telling you all these years, ever since I turned eleven?” she said. He could feel the heat of her body against his face, could smell the thick, musky odor of her sex wafting to him. It was wonderful, evocative.
“That you loved me, and when you turned eighteen, you were going to-” his voice caught.
He could hear her footsteps on the porch, then felt her sitting on his lap. She took him by his shoulders and brought him forward, his face against her breasts. “Open your eyes,” she said, smiling. “You silly.” She watched him, and when his eyes did slowly open, she nudged his mouth with a bullet-thick nipple.
“I told you that when I turned eighteen, I wanted you to make love to me. I wanted you to be the first-”
He cut her off, voice muffled with the nipple between his lips. “Sally, I’m sixty years old, you need a youngster, someone your own age-”
“I don’t want someone my own age to by my first,” she said. “I don’t want a fumbling goof who barely knows how to use his cock to pee with! I want a man who knows how to use a woman’s body just as well as he knows how to use his own!”
He finally smiled again. “Well, I do know a trick or three…”
“I bet you do,” she said, leaning into him. “And you remember the rest? When you’re done making love to me, I want you to feed me to your python.”
His eyes finally lit up. “Oh Sally,” he whispered. “He
hasn’t eaten a woman in ages! This would make him as happy as you’re
going to make me!”
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Hope y'all don't think it sucks.
Anne