The Immortal, Volume 1
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 44
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 44 - 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
Even as Mandy’s giggles echoed across the darkened pool, I withdrew from her trembling rear until only the flared crown remained within that stretched ring. Pink and taut, it gleamed in the starlight.
“Mmm, fuck, master. Such ... I’m so empty,” she murmured as shiny nails clawed at the floating chair’s seat back cushions.
When I shoved again into clenching tightness, her winding groan, unrestrained, filled the darkness.
“Better?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You do have an incredibly fuckable little ass, slut.” My widespread fingers roamed her trembling ribs but froze when she giggled. At the sudden crushing of my rod, I gulped. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just”—another quiet chortle left her—”so weird. When you speak, your cock vibrates. Mmm, so deep inside me.”
“Huh, really?” I gripped her waist and deepened my voice. “Should I tell you a nice, long story?”
“Oh, God!” She tore her hand free of the chair to flail at me. “Stop it! I shouldn’t have said anything.”
My hips moved in a slow circle. “Gonna beg again, slut?”
“Yes,” hissed from her as those fingers slapped onto the seat cushion to once more claw and scratch. “Oh, please, Jim. Mmm, fuck my pretty little ass.”
I did. In no time, splashes coated us as waves surged, mashing the other floats against the sides. While my pounding her grew quicker, the impacts of our colliding bodies became louder. Her cries, again muffled as she chewed the seat, echoed into the night. Over and over, she bucked, smacking the wet cushion as pleasure rippled through that wondrous, toned body.
At long last, muscles tensed, and I drove my cock as far as possible. With my fingers clamping her hips, each thrust was timed to languid pulses as jets of relief flooded her.
“Oh, m-master,” she murmured from beneath scattered dark tresses. “Umm, that’s a lot. S-so warm. Um, and deep.”
“Like that, huh?” I chuckled, gliding my emptying rod back and forth within her.
“Mmm-hmm.” As she nodded, her rear pressed into me.
Just as I was going to reply, she slumped forward, panting. As her nails dug into the cushions, a massive convulsion shot through the small, gleaming woman. The forceful squeezing of her asshole forced air from my lips.
Pulse racing, I leaned forward to rest on the superheated spine. With her heartbeat battering my chest, I nuzzled into silken dark hair. My rod softened, easing from her spasming body, as my teeth gnawed at the rear of her neck.
When at last only the still-fat knob remained inside, I gave my hips a slow twist, tugging it free of her tightening ring.
“Ah! Oh, mmm, that’s so cold.” Her nails scratched the cushions as she writhed beneath me. “Fuck, Jim. You’re so large. Not closed yet ... The water, ah, ah...”
Her voice became a groan when I mashed my pelvis into her. Not a perfect seal, but should help keep her warm.
With time halted and her pulse slowing, if not for tiny pattering raindrops, Charles may well have found us still floating in the pool come morning. As the rain quickened, I got back into my shorts and lifted the trembling imp from the chair.
Despite my care, the motions ignited more forceful tremors, and she moaned as my arm wrapped shaking curves tight to my side. After retrieving the tiny monokini, I took her towards the stairs. A quick bend to snatch her heels and a few more steps had us outside the back door in the deepening darkness.
Suddenly, she stopped. When I looked down, her shadowed eyes were glinting up at me. With small hands on my jaw, she pulled my face closer to hers.
“I’m your naughty little slut, Jim,” she whispered before nipping at my lower lip.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded in the grip of her clutching fingers. “But you’re also my exhausted, naughty little slut.”
Not responding, she simply lowered a hand to my wrist. My heart staggered as she tugged it between her legs. At the warm moisture amid chilled skin, I gulped. With her lips trembling, she pushed sodden paradise into my palm.
“Keep me with you tonight,” she whispered. “Please, Jim.”
After a glance at her dark house, I sighed. How could I deny her, of all people, anything? Let alone her desire to pierce the loneliness of my existence. With a slow nod, I flicked the twisted swimsuit around her neck as she lifted her chin.
Neither of us spoke as the makeshift leash allowed me to lead her across the cold, damp grass through that misty rainfall. It was even darker on my back porch, but I left the lights off and eased her shaking frame into the hot tub’s swirling bubbles. With a groan, she sank into the foam as I lifted the tiny swimsuit from her throat. That impish grin appeared.
“You’re so damned beautiful, you know that?” I murmured as she floated upwards, giving me a view of suds-covered curves.
“No, not really. But I love to hear you say it.”
She grinned and flashed those blue lasers. They gouged deep. Yet, despite her playfulness, the imp’s eyelids were drooping. As I placed her phone on the rim and lowered the bikini and heels to the deck, her head eased backwards to rest on the tub side. When a quiet yawn left her and those lashes fluttered shut, I sighed.
“Back in a sec,” I whispered.
“Okay, my love,” she murmured.
For a brief second, I froze. With the darkness wobbling, thunder hammered within my skull. Not that we hadn’t admitted our feelings, but the casual way she’d spoken? It felt right.
After a slow shake of my head, I went inside. Upon my return, a grin slid onto me. In my absence, her curves had sunk lower. Eyes still closed, and soft snores left parted, shiny lips. Once back in the heated swirls, I placed two glasses of wine on the rim beside her. A careful lean and the binoculars sat next to them.
My focus flicked to her darkened home.
If Charles suspected anything, we at least had the trappings of a decent excuse. A slow exhale escaped me as aching muscles reclined and the heat began seeping into a weary body. With her near, a calm unlike any experienced for far too long swaddled me. The stars, peeking from ever-thinner clouds as the rain ended, seemed so much brighter.
When she coughed and rolled her head, I looked over to meet glinting eyes. Although she said nothing, those shadowed pools sparkled as she lifted her phone. In the glow of its screen, her fingernails clacked as she texted.
At Jim’s. Stargazing. Last warm night for a while. He says I can sleep on the couch again. Will run with him in the morning.
When she exchanged the device for a wineglass, her expression made my heartbeat soar. No, not hunger. Certainty, and she recognized it as well; we belonged together.
Also, she hadn’t asked her husband for permission to stay, nor had she explained anything more. She’d simply stated what would happen, period. While glancing at the phone, I took a slow sip. With him drunk and asleep, neither of us expected a response.
When she lifted the binoculars, I started pointing out stars. She moved closer, and my hand encircled soft, warm curves. Together, our sighs filled the quiet air.
With the universe slowed, the night became peaceful. She felt good in my arms, and nothing mattered but her. Right at that moment, I didn’t give a single crap if she was married or not, nor apparently did she anymore.