by Gabi Moore
“You’re going to get your pretty dress dirty,” I said, although in all honesty it wasn’t really a protest. When she had that look on her face, fuck, she could do what she wanted with me, and I sure as hell didn’t care whether she ruined her clothes doing it.
She took one more look at the dribbling water, then at me, then winced and quickly ducked her head under the stream, laughing like a crazy person.
“Evie!”
She came out form the stream, drenched, smiling at me.
“Well? Now I’m already wet, so it doesn’t matter,” she said and pattered her feet up and down in the mud to make her point.
“You’re wet, you say?”
She bit her lower lip.
“So fucking wet…”
I grabbed her waist and yanked her in for a deep, delicious kiss. Her pigtails hung damp and limp on my bare chest and instantly sent goosebumps all across my skin. Her cool, tight little body against mine in that hot and dusty barn felt like pure ecstasy. A few chickens were rummaging near the entrance of the barn but besides them we were all alone. The day was hot, my cock was rock hard and my beautiful wife was asking for trouble. Life was good. I could literally think of no way it could be better. Sure, gallons of precious water were pouring away over our heads with each second, but when I caught sight of her brown little nipples under her wet sundress, that didn’t seem to matter quite so much.
She pulled me under the stream as well, and that silvery rope bent and spread over us, dousing us in cool water that had been pumped from deep under the earth beneath us. The stream hit the top of our heads and then slipped over our skin, wound its way over our lips, dribbled down over our chins and finally went spluttering over the rest of our bodies. It felt amazing. She smiled at me, drops in her eyelashes, the water streaming down over her and giving her a strange, glassy look. The mud pooled at our feet but I didn’t care.
I reached down, pulled up the edge of her little white sundress and slid the clinging fabric over her head, revealing her naked, puckered body underneath. She let me do this, lifting her arms and then shaking her two pigtails behind her, sending little droplets spraying behind her. The rope of water was falling right on her chest down, hitting square between her breasts and splashing out. She seemed to love this. She surrendered her weight into my arms and let her body flop backwards, opening up to the pelting of the water. She looked like some stripper in a cheesy nineties porno.
It was fucking fantastic.
I tore off her little panties, which weren’t holding up well against the rush of water, and she in turn pulled me close so her small hands could finish their work at my zip. She reached her hand into my still-dry boxer shorts and cupped the bulge there, before guiding my cock out through the slit in my pants and immediately gliding her fist up and down my shaft. Like I said, sexual desperation was a good look on her.
As her hand worked feverishly over that veined rod, I glanced down with concern at the mud, now splashing higher and higher up our calves.
“You’re a dirty girl, Evie, and nobody would ever say otherwise…” I said admiringly, then looked down at the pale stripe of skin on her scalp, between her two braids. Almost immediately, she dropped to her knees with a splat, sending mud flying in all directions, and leaning into my crotch so the water drizzle was now raining down hard onto the curled nubs of her spine.
Watching the water fan out and rain down over the curves of her hips and ass was just about the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. She took me in her mouth, just the tip, and swirled a hot, busy tongue over it, her lips locking around the shaft while her other hand stroked my abdomen. I leaned all my weight back against the tank and let my eyes flutter closed. Evie never slobbered. She never took the whole thing in her mouth. But fuck, she never needed to.
After she had worked over my cock till it stood straight up and ready, she pulled back and let the stream of water land at the base. It was wonderful. I reached down, grabbed one of her pigtails in each hand and gently guided her up to her feet again for another kiss. She was filthy; covered in mud and with a face full of mischief.
She didn’t need to be given any direction. With each of her hands propped against my shoulders, she lifted her one knee high to wrap her leg around the back of me, and jumped up a little to bring her hips level with mine. I grabbed her ass and hoisted her the rest of the way, bringing both her muddied feet clear off the floor. She smiled with pleasure at how easily I could carry her. She always loved that; loved how I could always pick her up with ease.
Now I was leaning back against the water tank, Evie was leaning into me, one leg hiked high up around my waist, and the water kept raining down on us both, first against her and then against me, depending on how we moved underneath it. I looked down at her sweet little pussy lips spreading open and pressing against me. I trailed a tender hand down from her navel to the start of that soft strip of fuzz. Her C-section scar was so light you could barely make it out anymore, but I still knew it was there, and took a moment to trace a little cross line over it before continuing my way down.
With one of her arms linked over my neck, she took the other and split her folds open for me, showing me those glorious silky ruffles that I’d start a new religion for if I could. The water was pummeling down onto the flesh of her belly now, sending little sprays of water onto her clit as I took a thumb and rubbed gently on that swollen spot. Her head fell back again. I did the same with the underside of my cock, her body slick with its own kind of water, twitching beneath my dick in anticipation. I excitedly lifted my hips to grind against her and felt the tank wobble and lurch behind me, sending a fresh burst of water through the top.
She laughed hysterically at this.
“You should totally plug that hole up,” she said and lifted her head to me again, impish smile all over her flushed face.
“Oh I plan to,” I said and, still supporting her in my one hand, used the other to guide the red knot of my cock into her. I always loved that first moment. The first few seconds of penetration, that first thrust inside. It was like drinking a tall, ice cold glass of water after a hot day. Like that first bite of something juicy and delicious after you hadn’t eaten for ages.
“Fuck you’re sexy,” I said.
She pulled herself up again and held my shoulders to lower down a little onto me. The water splashed away, the mud squelched beneath, the chickens clucked and fussed a little outside. I’d regret not fixing this leak sooner. But then again, with my cock half way in her already, there was nothing in this entire universe that I wanted to do more now than to put the other half in, too.
“Shut up. You’re sexy,” she said and pulled a tongue at me.
I frowned and flicked my hips up, sending a few inches of cock straight up into her. Her naughty face quickly dissolved into submission. She couldn’t help but to take in everything, take in whatever I gave her, since her body was pinned against mine and gravity made sure that the only way to go was down.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. I smiled. Not so tough, now, huh.
“Is that you wanted? Is that what you came looking for, hm?” I cooed softly into her ear as she struggled to adjust her weight to accommodate me. She nodded, her eyes half closed. I loved the little wet curls glued to the side of her face. She was certainly the hottest wet rat I had ever seen.
“All day, Jack …I’ve wanted it all day long. I needed it,” she said, her body still twitching to open up and let all of me in. My thumb went to work again on her clit, and the wetter she became, the deeper in I pushed, till the tightly coiled fuzz of her pussy lips met the base of my cock and could go no further.
“Fuck,” she said again, this time making the word sound extra dirty.
I steadied the foot she had wrapped at the base of my spine, locked my lips to hers and held her waist close. She winced and yelped a little with each curl of my hips, but soon those little yelps turned into moans, then to screams. The water stream was lessening a little, but still came down in a solid
band onto us, splashing like a glaze over her naked tits and dousing us again and again in cool, fresh water. It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. But it was also hot as hell.
Everything outside was cool and slippery and wet with tank water. Everything inside was hot and squirming deliciously, my cock in her, her little body wide open to me as I fucked her with long, smooth strokes again and again… slapping the flat of my belly against hers and she lowered all her weight down onto that hard pole and grinded away, her pigtails flicking water as they flailed behind her. The water had nearly run itself out. But we hadn’t.
I was fucking her hard now, and we both collapsed onto one another, holding the other’s body for dear life as our hips banged again and again into each other. I could always fucking feel when she was close to coming. I always knew by the way her breath suddenly went a little chaotic, and her hands suddenly clawed desperately at anything in their way, and her mouth slackened and deep inside, the little cunt stopped stretching with each pump and instead started to constrict back, tightening all along my length and pushing me right to the edge.
She snapped to attention and stroked the veins in my neck, staring deep into my eyes.
“Do you have lots of cum for me?” she asked, using a girlish voice she only very seldom used with me.
“Fuck, Evie, so much…”
“Good,” she cooed slowly. “I want all of it. Every last drop. Put it in me as deep as you can.”
I bit down hard on my jaw and felt my balls tighten and spasm, bringing on a huge release that went bursting through me. I cried out, cursing under my breath as my orgasm pelted through me. “Fuck…”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I could feel how the cum I was shooting into her had triggered her own orgasm, and soon she was following me in swearing and gasping, our bodies jerking hard against one another with each delicious shockwave of our orgasms. She hopped off my dick and landed inelegantly in the mud, a look of relieved surprise on her face. We both stared down at the almost instant gush of sticky white that came sliding down her leg, down to her knees. The dribble of water overhead petered out and then stopped.
We couldn’t help but roar with laughter.
“I love it when we get the timing down so perfectly!” she said and gave me a naughty wink.
“Come here, you,” I said and grabbed her for a hug.
My still throbbing cock pinned between us, and her wet pigtails snaking loosely over her shoulders, we stood chuckling to ourselves for a moment, trying to catch our breath. I pushed her back for a second and peered again down at her legs.
“Hm, mud and cum, not your best look,” I teased. She playfully slapped my shoulder and laughed.
“I want to clean off but I’m afraid we don’t have any water left,” she said and took a peek behind me at the poor beleaguered tank.
“Yes. You and I suck at DIY. You know, when they said we’d never make it out here, they were right. I mean, we can’t even go half a minute without getting distracted and fucking. Not only don’t we maintain our farm equipment, we literally just fuck on top of it,” she was laughing loudly again, holding her belly. She knew I was only playing. If she wanted to burn our whole farm down just because it got her off, well, I’d be there first with matches and some gasoline.
I kicked the mauled coke bottle and watched it rolled into the mud.
“Eh, I’ll just call the guys tomorrow to come and look at everything. My two-bit plan wasn’t going to work anyway.” I smiled at her and smoothed away the damp hair from her forehead, and she smiled back at me. Her white dress was barely recognizable, crumpled in the mud, and her panties were completely MIA, so we both ran naked and giggling back to the main house for a shower.
I ran behind her on the path, and her wet pigtails went bouncing along after her. She had the broadest, silliest grin on her face as she looked behind at me and we ran as fast as we could, drenched and full of mud.
For most of my life, I never believed in anything. Not in God, not in life after death, not in hell or heaven, not in anything. But I just hadn’t been looking properly. It was hard to really explain it all, but somehow, this woman had burst into my life and torn through all of that.
There was a god, and he lived in those live trees, and in the voices of our daughters, and in the generous sunshine that was now beating down on our naked bodies.
There was life after death.
And there was a heaven - after all, I was living in it, out here on this little farm in the sun, running behind my naked, laughing wife.
- NOT QUITE THE END -
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- Gabi Moore
PARANORMAL
Part I
Manipulator of Elements - A Young Adult Urban Fantasy
EARTH
Chapter 1
The Fromatius Mall stood at the edge of the parking lot and dominated the countryside around it.
No one seemed to know where the mall had come from; it just showed up one day in the field and sat there empty until the stores began to open. After six months, the mall’s owners held a “Grand Opening” celebration and employed the local marching band and trade guilds to help in the celebration.
Since the trades anticipated a profitable relationship with the mall, they were glad to help out. The schools were thrilled to have a place where the high-schoolers could work during the evenings and weekends. It would be a much better place for them to hang out in than the local Drive-In or bowling alley.
A few people down at the township hall talked among themselves about how quickly the mall had appeared and were stunned it showed up so fast. Although the building plans were submitted and the proper forms filled out, it seemed strange everything went as smoothly as it did when the mall was constructed.
Some of the local firms were hired to do the finishing work and pour the concrete for the sidewalks around the structure, but no one could recall ever seeing the construction firms who were hired to build the mall in town before. And before any of the trade guilds could complain about a lack of their involvement, it was there. As soon as it was constructed, the other trades were contracted and given lucrative contracts to maintain it.
Granted, some of the stores in place seemed a little odd for a suburban shopping mall, but there were enough major retailers in it to defer any bad thoughts from the local suburban moms. Besides, it was spring and people were getting ready for the summer. The big auto plant in the nearby town of Scipio was planning to shut down for two weeks of inventory. This would allow them the chance to make certain they had everything they needed for next year’s models and allow the employees to take vacations. Some employees had additional time in based on years of service and could take as much as two more weeks of vacation. Therefore, if your father or mother were one of the lucky ones to have started working there right after the Korean War, you could spend an entire month at some pleasure dome in Florida.
Lilly Arrad wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Her father ran an insurance company in Fromatius out of their house. Her mother stayed home and took care of her and her older sister when they were coming of age, but now she was looking into a job at the mall. Lilly didn’t want a job at the mall when it opened. She didn’t care for most of the kids she was stuck around all day at her high school and found a job with a catering company. However, most of the jobs her company pulled were at the mall for the various out of town dignitaries who came in to see how their store branches looked and what the sales represented. So, she might as well work at the mall. Perhaps next week’s job would take her somewhere else.
She sat on the hood of her Pinto and looked at the mall again. These things sprang up everywhere. Was the en
tire country turning into one big shopping mall? The 70’s surely brought with it a lot of novelties. Right now, she could look forward to attending college in the fall at Cincinnati. She had her future mapped out: international studies, find a diplomat, get married and spend the rest of her life throwing parties for foreign dignitaries.
She looked down and sighed.
Her shoes were still in the mall. She’d forgotten them and walked barefoot all the way to the car. She really needed to get beyond that, it was so childish. Now she would have to walk back in that place and get them.
Maybe she wouldn’t. She could drive home barefoot and find her spare sandals in the bedroom closet. She had the dance class tonight her sister taught.
Her sister, Rachel, had learned belly dancing in college and used it to supplement her spending money. Although Rachel married last month and left the house, it still felt as if she was around. With her older sister moved out, Lilly started to feel lonely. She still had a few good friends from the neighborhood, but everyone was headed to different places for college in the fall.
She wanted to stay close enough to come home on the weekend, but far enough to enjoy the life on campus and socialize with the right kind of people. She would be forced to stay in a dorm the first few years, but afterwards, she would find a better place to live. Somehow, the sorority life didn’t appeal to her, and Lilly doubted she would pledge one. She could see herself sharing an apartment after a year or two. Her friend Cindy started college a year early and wrote her letters about how crazy the college dorm life was in Indiana. It was one of her reasons for attending a school in Cincinnati.
The hood of her Pinto started to burn into her butt, so Lilly decided to hop off it and go home. It was early enough in the year to walk barefoot across a parking lot, but she had no desire to go back and retrieve the shoes. They were an older pair and she had more at home. She’d look for them tomorrow. The jeans, on the other hand, were precious. She’d spent the weekend fading them to just the right hue in her mother’s washing machine. They matched the light sweater she wore.
