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Seven hundred and fifty words are the minimum required for a Literotica story--that can be less than a quarter page.
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I started this story for Literotica's "750 Word Project" challenge which is a challenge (or contest) for authors to write a story of exactly seven hundred and fifty words, but after writing a couple thousand words and thinking I'd only passed the mark by a few, I gave up on the challenge and moved on.
I finished the story, looking to keep it short, just not that short...
Sam took Danny's warm half-empty beer and swapped it for the cold one she'd put back in the fridge earlier. She placed the cold beer next to the small plate of uneaten purple berries on his tray. She pulled the Tupperware cap off and dropped it next to his beer. She sat on the couch close to her husband's chair, her peach nightgown riding up above her knees, teasing a peak at her skinny thighs and soft smooth skin.
Although approaching sixty, Sam had the same skinny legs she had when she was twenty. Her skin was as smooth and beautiful as ever, even if some veins now showed through, and her white translucent skin with all of its pink undertones still drove Danny crazy.
Looking at Sam, Danny wanted to slide his cheek up her smooth thigh, up under her nightgown, and take her panties between his lips. He wanted to trace the outline of her thin lips with his tongue.
Sam looked at her husband and looked at his eyes.
"Honey, watch your show." Sam frowned.
"The black and white picture looks good on the new TV." Danny looked back over at his wife and smiled. Sam's face softened as she smiled back and nodded. She was a good sport.
Danny knew his wife was humoring him by watching
Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Sam hated horror even more than Science Fiction. She was taking a double hit, but she knew how much he loved the movie.
Danny could still clearly remember the first time he'd seen it. His dad had just brought their first color TV home. It was a giant nineteen-inch thing, the biggest set money could buy. It was enclosed by a large maple colored wooden cabinet. Danny could still hear his mom's whiny voice complaining--
we spent a fortune on a color TV, and we're watching a stupid black and white movie.
Danny could still remember the smile on his dad's face when she finally got up and went to bed halfway through the picture. They were always happiest when she wasn't around.
That was one huge difference between Danny and his father. Danny loved when his wife was around. "Honey, why don't you come sit on daddy's lap." He patted his thigh and smiled at Sam.
"Honey." Sam sounded as if she was scolding one of their kids, the last of which had left for university the prior year. "You know I don't like it when you talk crude like that."
Sam had thrown a fit the time Danny was fucking her, kinky, like a dog, and slapped her on her skinny little ass and told her to come for daddy. That was fifteen years earlier. You'd think he'd called her a whore and tried to fuck her in the ass the way she reacted. He still hadn't given up trying to get her to call him daddy, though, but he never would tell her how much he wished she'd be his naughty little girl.
"And we just had sex last week, so don't try any of your tricks," she said. "Just watch your movie." Sam pressed her lips together, tightly, and smiled, a small
little
smile.
"You know your brother said this is based on a true story, but the government stopped the real thing and hushed it all up." On the TV screen, a man ran down a street pulling his wife behind him. "But they didn't grow copies like the movie." Danny pointed at the screen. "They were more like parasites that came from little purple pea pods, and they burrowed into people's brains."
Sam's brother had worked at Langley for a few years after he got out of the army, and he always told them classified secrets. Only problem, he'd been employed as a janitor.
"Honey, my brother's as crazy as mom was."
Danny laughed. He knew that. (The flu vaccine never turned Danny sterile nor turned his kids autistic, and he was pretty sure they didn't chip him with last year's flu vaccine. But Danny liked to believe some of the things his brother-in-law said; life had more flavor that way.)
"You know you could stand to act a little crazy once in a while."
"OK, Luv. I'll try." Sam sounded like her mind was somewhere else.
Danny thought about sitting next to Sam, slipping his arm around her shoulder, hoping this was his lucky month. Two times in one month was getting rarer and rarer the closer they got to sixty. But he knew he'd just chase her off, so he didn't budge from his chair.
A week later
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"Would you like some more coffee honey?" Sam asked her husband.
"Yes, dear. Could you turn the sound up." Sam took Danny's empty cup and re-filled it. He was off today, but his coffee habit wasn't. For thirty years, he had two cups to start every day. A squat little telly sat on the edge of the kitchen counter, Sam turned the volume up.
"You have to try some of these Alaskan berries." Sam implored him for the twentieth time. She set a plate of the funny looking purple berries down next to his cup of coffee. She plopped one in her mouth, looked at her husband, licked her lips and bit down on the sweet fat berry. Purple juice dripped down her chin. She used her finger to wipe it up then she licked her finger clean, a little suggestively. Maybe he would try one after all.
A few days before, their oldest daughter had overnighted them from Alaska where she and her boyfriend were both research assistants. Danny couldn't believe the waste. Neither of them had any money, yet they could afford to overnight wild berries from Alaska. Insane. And they'd sent ten pounds of the damn things.
He'd never seen such funny looking berries. They looked more like squishy little plums than berries. After he'd refused to try one, Sam had moved on to the neighbors to show off her amazing find. Yesterday, she'd even brought some in for his boss to try. Danny didn't care how much people raved. He wasn't trying some weird looking berries that had sprouted up from the melted permafrost of the wild.
"My lord, that's a big girl," Danny said, looking at the small telly. Three police officers were carrying a large woman. They had her feet and hands shackled with plastic restraints, and she looked like she was screaming. The images were taken from a student's cell phone at a local high school.
The empty head with perfect hair, the one that annoyed the hell out of Danny, had earlier reported the police removed a lunch lady from the school cafeteria. The smug little idiot had smirked and claimed the woman had been showing a couple students a few things in the kitchen. Someone must have written that line for him; it was funnier than his usually drivel.
"My lord, that's Elizabeth's mother." Elizabeth lived next door with her father and his new wife. Danny hadn't recognized their old neighbor. She'd gained a lot of weight.
"I didn't recognize her. But she was always upright when I'd seen her." Danny laughed at his Joke. Sam laughed too, and she never laughed at his jokes. That made him smile. "You missed that earlier. They reported she'd been caught showing a couple lads a thing or two in the kitchen."
"That doesn't surprise me. I'll never forget the two young men John chased out of their house." Sam paused and smiled. "And their skinny, naked white butts running up the street." Sam got a dreamy look on her face.
Sam got up and went to the counter by the stove. She retrieved her hand beater. "Daddy I wonder if she was showing them how to properly use a beater." She held the beater between her legs and turned the handle, pressing the turning metal against her panties.
Sam's robe was open, revealing her pink cone shaped nipples and small breasts. "Here let me show you how to do it." She smiled at her husband, and his jaw dropped wide open.
Sam glided over to Danny. She stood in front of him, and placed a foot on his chair. She gave him the beater. "Here like this."
Sam helped him turn the beater, and she pressed it into the wet material of her panties and humped her small mound against it. "Yes daddy. Beat me." She started moaning.
Sam kept her soft warm hands on his and helped him turn the beater against her panties. He could feel her heartbeat through her hands as she humped the turning blades; they slipped and spun against her sensible panties, soaking them more as they did.
Then Sam's panties lay on the kitchen floor, and her sharp knees pressed down into his thighs. Her pussy pressed itself against his face. She was wetter than he'd ever known her to be, wetter than he'd ever known anyone to be, and there was a heat to her pussy, like a hot summer kiss straight from the sun.
His wife's hands curled through Danny's thinning hair and forced his mouth onto her steamy wetness. "Come on daddy, eat me. It's what's for breakfast."
Danny didn't know what had come over his prim and proper wife. But whatever it was, it had made his cock so hard he could have crushed rocks with it.
He slid her off of him and bent her over the kitchen table with her face smashed down on his plate of half-eaten eggs and toasts. He took her from behind and fucked her hard enough to break a hip, his hands choking her little waist as he fucked her harder than he thought possible.