The Immortal, Volume 1
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - Having outlived yet another wife, Jim is a lonely widower. When new neighbors arrive, he shunts aside his solitude to rejoin the world he protects, and has protected for several thousand years. He rediscovers old talents and skills, using them to bring pleasure to himself and others along the way. (2nd edition with updated prose uploaded 03242026.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction Paranormal BDSM MaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Water Sports Public Sex
The morning after the return from Mt. Aristeia, my sweat-coated frame stepped into the house. The runs along the steep mountainous trails meant the gentler slopes had been a cake-walk. Right as I was stripping for a swim, the phone chirped.
First thought? Mandy. Nope, but my grin widened as I scanned the picture. Four perky, sun-reddened, naked tits and two wide smiles.
Take good care of Mom, Uncle Jim.
Just like that, Susan and Desi headed back to college. Well, they wore tops as they drove away, waving. The smiles had faded a bit. Mine also, once they disappeared around the corner.
Yep, the usual routine began. Earlier, I’d exchanged quick waves with Charles as he headed off to work. My glance kept wandering to their home. Sure, told myself it was to taunt his sexy wife, but did she really need any more taunting?
Ah, but the universe loves to play.
Still dripping icy pool water and with teeth clenched, I was doing deadlifts when a vision appeared. The same ultra-short fluffy pink robe from the cabin was wrapped tight to Mandy as she marched nearer. Yes, marching. Brows knitted and dark hair flailing in a cloud. My chest tightened.
Second thoughts? Gonna tear into me for the picnic. Demand the deletion of the photos and videos. After lowering the barbells, I tensed, and my heart was pounding.
“Um, good morning, Mandy,” I said.
“Slut, master,” she replied, flinging the robe to her ankles.
Before my brain could process that wondrous view, she disappeared, dropping to her knees. After gripping my dangling mast in both fists, she aimed its head at the blast furnace that was her soft mouth. Velvet warmth parted over my thick knob.
“Oh, fuck,” shot from me as my legs wobbled.
After a slow, twisting descent to a sweaty groin, stretched lips returned to my tip. Her eyes blazed. No, I wasn’t in trouble, and no, she hadn’t forgotten her new trick.
“Mmm, that’s good.” I chuckled while raking my fingers through her silky hair.
The abrupt collapse of her cheeks ripped that laugh from me. As I gasped for air, her muffled giggling sent the most amazing vibrations along my trapped flesh. Point made.
“Okay, okay! Slut!” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Her blue pools twinkled. Soon, other than her languid bobbing and the slow stroking of those tight, swirling fists, the universe faded into a haze. Each time she pulled far enough away, her eyes gleamed up at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.
With a cock-vibrating groan, she took my balls into her fingers. As they fondled, my breathing sped. Muscles tightened. Her blue pools glimmered, and the magical bobbing quickened.
“Oh. Ah. Mmm, my...” Every nerve inside me twitched. “I’m gonna...”
As my body arched skyward, I thrust deep into her racing mouth. A massive wave of relief thrummed along my dick, and a loud, echoing groan escaped me for the high heavens.
Warmth disappeared. Chilly air gripped my engorging knob. With a grunt, I dropped my eyes right as a blast of thick creaminess shot across her wide lips. The world shuddered as more glittery strands followed.
With eyelashes blinking only if they got caught in a rope, she gazed up at me. One hand still on my nuts, the other directed spurt after glossy spurt over her face and body.
Oh, I tried to say something, but words wouldn’t form. Nothing existed but her smile, dripping ooze, and the tight grip on my flexing cock.
At long last, after squeezing the final thick white strings onto swaying breasts, she leaned to suck hard on my tip. As I gasped in the chilly air, she placed her signature deep kiss.
With her eyes twinkling, she let my well-drained hose dangle, snatched her robe, and rose to her feet. The fingers of her other hand drew a ropy strand from an angry nipple to her shiny lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, master,” she said before bouncing on her toes to kiss my cheek.
After flashing me a smile around another finger full of glittery jizz, she turned and gave me another one of those ultra-sexy sashays towards home. Hips swinging wide, enhancing every motion of that gorgeous, tanned ass.
Oh, she knew I’d be watching. Took a while once she’d disappeared to corral my speeding heart.
“Fuck, she’s amazing,” I whispered, then grinned. “And all mine. My slut.”
The next morning, I woke up early to take a conference call. No run. No swimming. Charles hadn’t left by the time I stepped outside to cram in a brief set of weights.
So, no Mandy, right?
Wrong.
After finishing deadlifts, I noticed the sway of the curtains. Once they’d swished aside, her sleek figure appeared in that robe. After a peek over her shoulder, her hands moved, peeling apart the pink terrycloth. With those shiny eyes locked on me, she dropped one hand between widening legs. As her trembling lips parted, the other fingers tugged and twisted stiff nipples.
It was quick. Primal. Even as my fist roamed my hardening shaft, she shuddered into pumping digits. The glass fogged ever quicker before her mouth as she shook again, then once more. At last, she crumpled to her knees while tugging the curtain closed.
A few minutes later, my phone chirped.
Am I your naughty little slut, master?
With a chuckle, I typed the only possible answer.
Yes.
When she replied with a happy face emoji, I laughed aloud. Not long after, her husband drove off to the office. The rest of the day, I expected his wife to appear at my front door, but it never happened. My slut or not, she was also playing her own game.
Oh, and I did not mind at all.
The following morning, she upped that game.
After Charles’ early departure, I’d just stepped from the pool when she appeared. No robe. With a broad grin, her naked curves strutted across the grass. Despite the icy water dribbling over my frame, heat roared within me at her look of determination.
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