Where it happened: Louisana
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I was surprised to hear Darrell’s daughter to come to New
Orleans to see me. Darrell is my best friend, co-worker,
and the guy in charge. WE known each other for almost 10 years.
When his daughter, Allison, was born you should of seen his
personality change. He bagan to talk with a smile on this face more,
and his tone became cheerful. He lived for Allison, as he claimed
“she is my daughter, she is my only joy”. Soon, Darrell and his
wife divorced, the custody battle was damn near terrible. Darrell
would not sleep for days at a time. You could really tell what the future
outcome would be, no judge wants a young girl torn away from
her mother. Darell could of been Jesus and he probably still would
not get Allison. I on the other hand lived close to
Allison’s mother, and visited her frequently.
The last time I saw Allison before she visited she was only
10, very shy and quiet. But she loved me as a male figure when her Daddy
was not around. Allison was a very pretty girl back then.
Her hair was dark, her figure so petite-like, turned all the boys’
heads at her school. I lived in Texas at the time, and soon I became
tired of the life. I longed to move to Louisana, the smell, the sights,
the people are totally different. But, I did not want to leave Allison,
for she loved me. If I was to leave, it would be like her brother
dying.
You should of been present when I broke the news to Allison.
The way she made me feel, I felt like a beast, a cold-heartless beast.
She did not want me to lave, but I knew I had to. Allison’s tears
flowed down her tender cheek as her fist beat against my legs.
I have to admitt, she was very strong 10 year old. the pain was
more physically unbearable than emotionally.
The years passed by, and I have not seen Allison. Louisana
was beautiful, but the tearful face of Allison popped into my mind
everytime I thought oabout the beauty of this land, Louisana. We
kept in touch through birthday cards, and occasional letters. She
would tell me every letter on how Darrell was doing. I always wanted
to know on how my best friend was doing. But, the most I wanted
to learn abotu was Allison. I never seen a recent picute of her,
beacuse I never asked for one. I bet she was a beautiful 19 year old,
like her personality, like how I feel about Louisana. I had plenty
of women in my life, but this young 19 year old girl seemed
more special than anyone else.
I looked in the foggy mirror, the Louisana weather was at its worst today.
When I stated myself in the mirro I saw a middle aged excited man.
I just turned 31. My eyes were dark, my hair was completely shaved off.
Most girls enjoyed my lack of hair, it kept things cool. I mostly kept my hair
gone because of the nusiance of it, the sweat that weighed down my head when
I practiced boxing. I enjoyed boxing like crazy, that was my third love.
I discoverd boxing when my father would turn on the TV and behold! Muhammed
Ali would appear. All my heros were boxers, I wanted to be just like them.
Build and attitude..Most of all I wanted to look good for Allison. She loved
boxers as well.
After staring at myself in the mirror for 30 minutes, I knew I was going
to receive the best birthday gift. Allison would be arriving soon, in my
mind I pictured her. She was now 19, out of school. I often wondered if she was
still a virgin. Just the weak thought of another man touching her made me
feel jealous. I felt like a bodyguard to her, making sure
nobody coudl break her heart. She never mentioned boys in her letters, and I never
mentioned women. It was hard to believe lil Allison was now a woman.
I just borke up with my fiancee Terri. Terri and me were engaged for a very
short time. I felt I knew Terri like the back of my hand,but then I might not
know the back of my hand as well. She cheated on me, not just once but
later 4 more times…I later found out. I walked in the bedroom only to find
Terri in bed with another man. The red sheets twirled around her, while the
echoing moaning gave me a sudden headache. I never asked her why she did it,
beacuse I was afraid she would blame the majority of it on me. The room itself
smelled sweaty, and the overwheling heat and humidity didn’t help. The surprising
thing was that Terri did not stop when I walked in. She probably did not know.
The guy was lying on this back on MY side of the bed, I’m sure he didn’t care because
Terri was ontop of him, the sappy groans escaping from his mouth. I didn’t want to
see it no more, I ran out slamming things around.
I don’t think Terri paid the least bit attention, her mind was on other
things (obviously). I took my belongings (along with some clothes I bought her
with MY money) and wrota a single word on a piece of paper. The word was
“BYE”. I walked out, and never seen Terri again. I don’t think revenge is
a good thing, I never did revenge, and I don’t regret it either.
I moved into a complex by myself, swearing off women forever. Except
one, Allison sweet Allison. I felt very dirty longing for a younger woman,but
the urge always was with me. The way i would remember her was to walk out of my
complex and watch beautiful Louisana in the sunset, the mystic beauty itself,
gave me a full image of Allison.
There was a sudden knock on the door, how I was nervous. A grown man
shouldn’t be nervous. I opened the door, my breathing halted. There she was,
the pinnacle of beauty, just like Louisana was at my door. The sunlight highlighted
her long dark hair. her face represented something beautiful, something I cannot
descirbe. Her slender figure hidden beneath her bulky clothes. She wore
a oversized blue shirt and jeans that did not show her figure. I stared at her face
still speechless. “BRIAN! I missed you so! you look so great!”, her arm
wrapped around my neck immediately bringing me closer. My nose was buried in her hair,
her hair reminded me of the scent of peaches that thrilled me so.
She felt my arms, her small hands wrapping around my biceps.
“I see boxing did miracles to that build!” she exclaimed. I felt weird in
a way that she was hinting something sexual to me by her touch. Maybe it was just me.
I let her into my apartment, and let her sit down on my couch. I just stared at her,
not knowing any woman could be so beautiful.
She combed her hair with her hands through that long dark hair. I wanted
to walk up and put my hands through her hair as well. I cleared my throat
“Where are you staying?” I asked, she gave a long sigh “Nowhere now I lost the
confirmation number” I immediately felt like i had to help.
“Why don’t you stay here?” I offered. The look on her face brightened,
“Oh that woudl be splended Brian!” I felt good, and asked for her bags. She immediately
frowned, “the airport lost my luggage on the way here”…I felt like it was dead end,
then I remembered I left some of Terri’s clothes in the spare room.
“Maybe you can borrow some clothes, my former girlfriend left behind” I added, I felt
dumb saying that, but Allison smiled with her pretty face “thank you”.
I led Allison in the spare room, the foggy mirror reflected light around the room
from the large window. I opened the closet with gratitude showing the vast amount
of clothes that was once Terri’s. I was thinking of giving away these clothes, but now
I was grateful I didn’t. Allison’s face brightened again. “OH THANK YOU SO MUCH BRIAN!”
she hugged me again
It was nearly 4 hours since the arrival of Allison, and I couldn’t be a happier man.
I showed her to my shower so she could wash away her trip troubles. I read
a book in my bedroom naked, but as i hard the water running I imagined Allison naked as
well in the shower, her hair wet, her body glimmering in the artifical light. I felt
dirty again and stopped thinking about her, and went on reading my book.
After awhile I fell asleep on my bed, but awoken about an hour later with a grumbling
stomach. I got up, put my sweatpants on, and walked out of my bedroom. As I walked down the
hall I could see through a crack in the door in the spare room. Allsion was combing her long hair,
I lvoed looking at her when she messed with her hair. Then I noticed she was wearing Terri’s
underwear. The ting with Terri is that she knew what underwear could turn a man on.
Allsion looked better in it. Her slender figure her concabe belly. I stopped in the hallway
and stared at her. It was like I was seeing a revelation that only a god could see. She was singing,
I stared at her slender neck only thinking oh now I would like to kiss it. The bra
she was wearing was the same bra I gave Terri for our anniversary. I picked it out myself because
I liked the way it looked next to a woman’s skin, how it could hold up a bust
so well. The sheer white silky cloth could almost be nothing but air. Her breasts were a perfect
D cup, I didn’t care much for breast size, I was more concerned that her breast might tumble out anytime.
She had a beautiful figure, I noticed the french-cut panties on her, GOD they looked so great. They
left me imagining what was behind those panties, they were very lacey, I almost forgot what
lace felt like, and how I would like to feel them again on her. I assumed she liked Terri’s clothes
because she would reach into the closet pick out a garment and hold it against her modelling them in front
of the mirror. Then she would murmur something “Brian O Brian!”, escaped her moist supple lips. I became
shocked and backed further down the hall but not taking my eyes off that body. She would laugh occasionaly like
it was role playing by herself, “TAKE ME NOW! I DON’T WANT TO BE A VIRGIN ANYMORE” she would whisper. I felt bad
for watching her, but I could not help it. Then she reached in the front
and unhooked her bra. i became fully aroused at her beautiful breast. They fell out gracefully
exposing her naked torso. Her breasts were firm while I stared at her pink
nipples that were pointing toward the celing. Her bra fell to the floor as she flipped her long hair over her s
shoulder. Those nipples looked like virgin’s nipples, unsucked, unfelt…They were dime-sized.just perfect.
She looked herself in the mirror..and walked away topless. Then a SCREAM!
I ran into the room acting like “Johnny Hero” She was backed in the corner still topless
and a lil spider crawled. I laughed and killed it with my book in my hand. “You nearly killed me” I said laughing.
She did not hide herself, she was not ashamed. She looked down noticing the bulge that formed under those sweatpants.
She didnt’ say a single thing, she walked up to me and gave me a tender kiss on my lips, her breasts rubbing against me arm
feeling those nipples tickle that hair on my forearms.
I dropped the book and wrapped my arms around her. Her skin smelled good,
her skin reminded me of the first time I was in Louisana, so beautiful and untouched.
My big bicep arms was like scond skin to her as my tongue touched hers. HEr mouth sucking upon
my lower lip feverishly. Her hands explored my naked flesh, her cold hands felt like it was giving
away life. Every part she touched came to life with such vigor. I began to kiss
that slender neck as she bent her head back, my hand carressed her body as I felt
those nipples with my fingers. I moved my hands down her
torso and to her hips, I slid my figners under the waistlind of the panties
sliding them off her ass and they fell down her slender legs. She was only clothed
and touch by the light now. Beautiful just Beautiful
My kisses traveled from her lips to her beautiful bosom. My hot breath
beating against those scented senstive nipples.
I placed my mouth over one, how it was firm against my tongue. The nipple danced in my mouth
as my hand explored her femine flower. The petals delicately pulled apart as my figners
felt the wetness as if freshly watered. My index figner was like an insect gathering its juices.
her head bent back in pure pleasure as I sucked the other nipple leaving my saliva cold on her
nipple, as if I was giving them a sacred shower of love. like she was feeding a starvign newborn
child. They casually brushed against my tongue, each second I felt
her flower bloom as my fingers went farther in. her hand cupped my crotch, she was still
a virgin, unaware of her role in this exchange of love. I rubbed my cheek against her
concave belly as I viewed her flower. The dark bush reminded me of a forest, waiting for my
tongue to map out a way. I picked her up and layed her slowly down her back not wanting her to be
intimidated by me. I propped her legs on my shoulders as I dived down like a diver. I heard
a gasp from her lips as my tongue left a trail to her clit. My tongue rolled in her tunnel, she felt
new to these certain feelings. I knew it was time.
I pulled down the front of my sweatpants exposing the erect penis ready to
penetrate. I moved my face up to hers careful to show her she shouldn’t be afraid. I ran my
fingers through her hair as I kissed her. I didn’t want to feel what she was going to feel.
I paced my tip at the opening ready to enter, she nodded. I entered with a huge thrust, with such
brutal force…to receive the blow at once to have a quit jolting pain.
A scream echoed…her mouth trembled…a terrible shriek of pain…but she knew.
A tear trickled out of her eye as I kissed it away with my lips. Thrusting farther and
deeper, she grinded her hips, her tightness made me work harder and I kenw it was painful for her, but
I lvoed her. her breast beating and squashing next to my skin with each deep thrust as my hands
met hers and our fingers locked. I couldn’t get over how soft her hair was as my nose buried deep
in it. I wanted to plant my seen in her as i felt a aching need, the veins popping out of my neck.
Her moans getting louder, we were going to make it together, I wanted this to happen.
The seeds of love was deeply planted in her garden, as our juices mixed together..
I fell exhausted as she breathed heavily. I watched her heaving chest
bounce up and down. How beautiful she was she glimmered with sweat, her breast shining like
glitter. Her flower aching as if it were scratched and bruised by my constant thrusting. I pulled
out and pulled my sweat pants up. I kissed her tenderly the last time. She wrapped her slender arms
around my neck. I felt her warm breath beat against my face. Her body pressed against mind, like
we were exchaning sweat..and became one. I held her hand…words couldn’t express anything at that time.
I didn’t want her to go. I cherished her. I knew all along…she was special.
That night the room smelled musky but she was asleep in my arms, and I lay awake.
My hand resting on her naked stomach. Her tender beautiful face resting
on my chest breathing hot hair over it. I eventually fell asleep with good
dreams. THat morning I woke up, she was gone and when I walked out of the room
I found a piece of paper with one word on it “bye”…I turned
over the paper and there was a marking of her lipstick as if she kissed the
paper. The shade of the lipstick was like the blood she shed for me that night.
I put my lips against it, knowing her lips were against it too…I didn’t weep
at all…a tough grown man like me shouldn’t weep over a woman. Instead, I packed my
bags…left Louisana. Yes, Louisana is beautiful…but so is the world.
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