The Immortal, Volume 1
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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
Once Gary and Lucy had departed, I sat motionless in the jacuzzi bubbles while keeping a close watch on Mandy. With eyelids still sealed and red cheeks facing the sun, she remained silent. The only sounds were the burbling jets and the muffled motor.
My mind was awhirl. Was she angry? Disappointed? Frustrated that Lucy had left? After a quiet sigh, I closed the laptop and placed the soggy envelope with her cash atop it.
Yet, she hadn’t fled or yelled. The earlier tears were nothing but crusty tracks.
With a lengthy exhale, I surged across the tub to lean forward on the rim and stare at the distant trees. My chin settled on crossed arms. The thrum in my skull refused to slow. Had I ruined everything? Pushed her too far? Not just Gary’s incisive analysis, but the whole video idea.
At two rubbery points sliding up my back, every muscle in my body tightened. When Mandy’s cheek appeared beside mine, and loose dark hair swirled across our faces, my heartbeat thundered. As supple lips pressed my jaw, her eyes blazed.
“Your friend’s right, you know,” she whispered, hot breath searing my neck.
“About what?” I gulped.
Although her eyebrows narrowed, she remained quiet, gazing into my soul. At last, she exhaled and pushed warm sleekness into me.
“Everything,” she said, before sucking on my throat. “I am your nasty little slut, Jim. Only yours.” A groan left me as her nails wandered down my stomach. “I just ... Sorry, I hadn’t realized. Gary’s a nice guy and all, but...”
With her fingertips on my rising shaft, I swallowed. Her tongue prodded my jaw.
“Hmm, no need to explain,” I muttered. “You tried something new. Didn’t like it. Won’t happen again.”
As she leaned to place a gentle kiss on my shoulder, my heart hammered. Right at her favorite spot, beneath the thickening rim, her fingers gave my dick a soft squeeze.
“Okay”—she giggled—”master.”
“Sure seemed to enjoy Lucy a lot, though.”
“Mm-hmm. She’s, uh, magical.”
The fist tightened, then stroked faster. With a groan, I thrust into her hand.
“Oh, wow,” I murmured. “Well, good. See, you, uh, tried something else and, um, liked that. She likes you, too.”
“Mmm, guess you don’t mind?” she whispered while sharp nails did a slow twist to my balls. “Me, being with her.”
“Nuh-uh. You two together are hot.”
After a quiet laugh, she nibbled along my collarbone. Yet, a soft sigh escaped her, both hands dropped from me, and she collapsed onto my back. Despite her heartbeat battering my spine, she lay silent for a while.
“What did Gary mean?” she finally whispered. “About me not being like, um, your late wife?”
A hissing exhale left me; my turn to be quiet. So many possible answers flooded my aching skull. Lost in a haze as lips again kissed and that talented tongue licked along my shoulder. Time wobbled away until at last my loud gulp resounded. I owed Mandy the truth.
“Debbie was ... She was insatiable. Loved cocks. Any cock, anytime, anywhere. If she’d been riding Gary, he would’ve been out of breath in seconds.”
“Sounds, um, energetic.”
No longer kissing me, she twisted until laser-like eyes could inspect my face. A mirthless chuckle escaped me.
“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it. Maybe a bit too energetic. We’d party, but sometimes she got carried away ... literally. One time, Gary and I had to untie her from a coffee table in a frat house. She didn’t want to leave, punched and kicked and wailed. We laid her, both leaking and covered in cum, in the back of his pickup to drain while getting her home.”
Although her heartbeat raced against my spine, she remained silent. While gentle fingers returned to my thumping shaft, soft lips dragged over my skin. A slow exhale left her.
“I can’t be like that,” she murmured.
“Yes, I’m aware.” My hand moved to caress a silken thigh. “Don’t want you to be her either. Debbie was Debbie. You are Mandy.”
When the kisses deepened along the back of my neck, I closed my eyes and held in a groan. At the sudden, tiny spatter of warmth on my shoulder, I tensed. A second soon landed, followed by a quiet sniffle. Her little frame shivered.
“Gary was right about something else,” she said in the tiniest whisper. “I do love you, Jim.”
“Love you too, Mandy.”
The suddenly heavy yet light air was shattered by a loud blast of music. My gaze flew to her phone.
After snatching it, she exhaled. “It’s Charles.”
Just as I started to move away, her grip tightened on my rod. Those stunning blue eyes flooded with twinkles. A shiny nail tapped the “Receive” button, and I froze.
“Hi, honey,” she said, flashing me that impish smile
While her husband’s muffled voice sounded, her tongue made a slow swirl along my shoulder. Beneath the sudsy water, her hand was again stroking my aching hardness. My heartbeat thundered in sync with each forceful pull, and the world kept losing focus.
“Oh, no! Sorry, hon,” she replied. “A conference call from Tokyo. How late? Hmm, really? That sucks.” Her palm eased over my throbbing bulb, making me choke back a gasp. “Sure, I’m a little disappointed.” As her fist pumped quicker, she winked at me. “Jim invited us to his place after dinner tonight. He’s got some buddies and their wives coming over to, um, he says, ‘shoot the shit.’”
Once more, those blue pools blazed as her husband’s inaudible words replied. The soft warmth of perfect lips pressed my shoulder. Every gentle suck, plus the ceaseless stroking of my shaft, sent my pulse higher into the stratosphere.
“Mmm, was kinda looking forward to getting out,” she murmured with a sigh. “No, nothing big like last time. Just a few pals.”
He spoke again, and after a forceful shove of her little body into me, those long lashes fluttered. With a tiny groan, she nipped at my neck. Fingers clasped their favorite spot, and my toes curled.
“No, it’s okay,” she said into the phone. “Mmm, I guess, um, I’ll, uh, call and tell him we can’t make it.”
As her husband’s voice came from the speaker, that fist slid lower to grip my base and her compact frame pushed into my spine. My palm glided along the silken warmth of a clenching thigh. As another whimper left her, those shiny teeth tugged at my skin.
“You sure, honey?” Eyes ablaze, she widened her lips as my fingers gripped her leg. “Well, okay, if you really don’t mind.”
While he replied, his wife gnawed harder on my shoulder. When her hand slid further to cup my balls, my jaw clenched.
“Mm-hmm, I know. I do get so sleepy.” She swallowed a giggle. “Oh, pretty sure he’ll let me crash on his couch. At least I won’t be all wet like last time.”
As laughter came from the speaker, the imp’s eyes glimmered. Beneath the jets, her fingers ran along my shaft to clasp their new home again.
“Alright, honey.” She exhaled as her fist tightened, pulling a halting gasp from me. “Um-hmm, I’ll, uh, see you around midnight.” A quiet chortle left her. “Or, worst case, in the morning.”
After his last reply, she ended the call and placed the phone on her towel. As she slid from my back, her fingers remained tight to my shaft as if it were some kind of talisman.
“I really need you to fuck your naughty little slut all night long.”
No. Correction. The look in her eyes. Right then, my cock was indeed her talisman.
“Please, Jim. I need this.”
With a groan, I spun to sit on the seat and tugged her towards me. While staring deep into my soul and straddling my lap, she said nothing. At the heat of velvet folds parting before my achy knob, we both moaned. Although my hands rested on her waist, she sank on her own. Each time silken warmth lodged on my ridges, my slow corkscrewing motions got her sinking again as her gasps filled my grin.
At long last, our pelvises met, but instead of riding me, those sleek curves collapsed against my torso. Twin sharp, heated points seared my skin. My arms rose to clasp her, and neither of us spoke. While a speeding heart battered my chest, luscious velvet insides were throbbing along my embedded shaft. Warmth again trickled onto me from blinking eyelashes.
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