Chapter 28: New Old Okasan

“For a fifty years plus old woman, you sure got some cute little tit-ties.” I murmur.

Murmuring to Carlita, as I make my way around the circuit again, sucking on one tender puffy, now swollen and very sensitive nipple, then moving to the next. Two, barely budding, pectoral breasts, she created herself, just for me, and four more juvenile puffy looking teats, peek over the rim of the outer lip of her pouting pouch. Her pouch lip pouts, because I deliberately rolled it down a little. It’s very sensitive just inside, below the lip. I enjoy the way Carlita shivers as I run my tongue along the pussy flavored rim, when moving from breast to breast.

Why is her pouch lip pussy flavored, Hmmm, a good question.

I trace the sensitive lip with my wet fingers, recently inside Carlita’s sopping spasming vagina. A pair of pussy lips, an errogenous zone wide pouch lip, and six sweet tits in total? I really need to lick this! Of course, we fuck, too. Considerate Carlita re-surrenders her virginity every-time. Carlita also reminds me, she isn’t always a tease. She has reverted to the fixated chick, Flor needed to constantly strong arm, just to give me privacy. She’s back! Fixated worse than before.

When Luz punctually shows up for her appointment, and just a bit anxious, is she? Carlita and I invite her in, and beg her to join us. We nearly have an argument over it. NEARLY? Shit, it results in violence and oral rape. Carlita is squatting naked, cross-legged in the center of the bed. Luz, dressed as a school girl still, sits on the edge of the bed, her toes barely touching the floor. I’m in my desk chair.

Frustrated, the discussion grows heated, lends nothing, doesn’t contribute anything, to a better understanding between us Carlita suddenly loses patience, grabs Luz by the shoulders, pulls her down on the bed, and pins her there.

“Eat her pussy, Phil. That’s the way to calm her down. Jiji? You just relax and let him eat you out. You like it. You know it and I know it. I’ve eaten your pussy often enough to know all about it. This stupid argument is over. Eat her then fuck her!”

Blame miscommunication as the culprit. Luz was begging us to allow her to join in with us, while I was pressuring her to put her inhibitions aside and participate with us. Confusion reigned because no one bothered to listen or realize, we all want, and are all asking for the same thing. Something similar to a double negative canceling itself out. Nobody really listening, too busy arguing. Argument’s over.

Moving to the bedside, I study the situation. I don’t believe in forcing anyone to have sex. Totally unnecessary, is my experience. Lots of very anxious pussy, just waiting and wishing to be fucked. Luz opens her legs for me. An open invitation?

Pulling up her skirt, I expose her little kid panties, with a teddy-bear appliqué. Don’t like teddy-bears or bears of any kind. I remove the offending underwear.

As soon as my lips touch her downy peach-fuzzed mound, Luz breaks loose from Carlita’s grip, and grabs my head, mashing my face against her plump wet twat.

Luz humps my mouth so hard, I think I feel some teeth shift. Need an appointment with my orthodontist. Carlita isn’t to be ignored or left out in the cold. Straddling her Grandma’s head, she sits on her face. Considering all the jizz I pumped into Carlita, I’m surprised Luz isn’t drowned. I’m pleased Luz enjoys sucking Carlita out. Makes room for more. I’m being left out in the cold now. Charger feels chilly.

When the girls finish shuddering, I get Carlita sitting on the bed edge, and a push topples her backward. Your turn Luz. Hold her down, this will be rough! Luz squats on Carlita’s face, pinning her arms with her wide spread knees. I plug Charger into Carlita’s warmth, none too gently. My intent is to fuck the shit out of Carlita, one last time this evening. Luz and I have some intimate acquainting to do.

Mission accomplished. Carlita herself, suggests she is finished, wiped out, fucked out, need a shower, then bed. Passionate kisses speed her on her way, to her old quarters with Bebe, Flor, and Nana. Luz won’t need any other bed than mine, is my plan. Showers do sound like a refreshing idea, and I am quickly refreshed.

Luz, I now call Sugar, short for Asuka, Spanish azucar, is taking her time. Fine. Her real name is Asuka. In Japanese that means, Perfume or fragrance of tomorrow. Gorgeous meaning, and a lovely name. A foraging trip to the galley fills a plastic bag with finger food munchies. Memo to self. Invest in a real picnic basket. More elegant. Want to impress the ladies? Not probable with a waste basket liner picnic sack lunch. Finally, here she is. I offer her a vee-neck cashmere sweater, as a gown. Reaches to her knees, and so the arms do too.

Luz rucks up the arms into balloon puffed sleeves. Looks gorgeous. She admires her mirrored reflection, and agrees. I’m taking her someplace cool. Chilly, too.

All the way to the top. The sailboat mounted on top of the bridge. It is breezy up here, so we eat and chat at the dinky cabin’s dinette. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Trudging through the disgusting sex muck, to finally arrive here. The deep conversation, where Luz bares her soul and opens her heart. This is the romantic location, where this innermost unveiling conversations takes place.

More to the story? You bet. Yes lots more. If you can only contain yourself, if you’re patient, I’ll be happy to tell you ALL I KNOW ABOUT IT.

We rehash the earlier misunderstanding, I make apologies for being insensitive and almost forcibly eating her pussy. No apology needed for that, she assures me.

Personally, I was thinking, believed Luz would be difficult to seduce, being terrified of me, and horrified by my cock size. This false perspective blinded me, made me deaf to what Luz was actually saying. My bias inverted her words, when she pleaded with us. I have no notion at all, to where, for what, Carlita’s equally sparse lack of empathy is due? Earwax?. Luz thinks all this is pretty funny, now, we are comfortable and intimate together. Not funny at all while it was happening.

Where could I ever have acquired such an erroneous and silly notion, she was terrified of my cock and me? Luz demands to know. It’s too ridiculous to even comprehend. My Mom informed me, I justly accuse poor Mom. Well? It’s the truth, she did! Luz laughs long and uproariously at this revelation.

She is actually terrified of herself, she claims. Of her reactions to me. Lust for me.

Keeping her cover as a nine year old, is important, or was. That means, not being overly mature in language, ideas, manner, or actions. Overt sexual activity, like attempting to seduce me, is definitely out of character, for a nine year old cutie.

She had to struggle to control her own desires, and powerful impulses that were pushing her ever closer, even to fantasize physically sexually assaulting me.

Especially provoking, was the selfie of Mom being fucked by my enormous cock. The photo that Mom shared, and made the rounds, drove Luz crazy with lust!

She HAD to see my giant cock in person. She hungers for more than just seeing it. She was the leader, the instigator of the peeping Jane squad, and all the privacy invading forays to Mom’s bedroom window.