Part 1
Prologue
House hunting has been a fun adventure and, like any adventure, it took some weird twists and turns for me. Thousands of people go on property viewings every single day to find their dream home, but house hunting isn't always smooth sailing. I have encountered some of the weirdest, strangest and outright creepiest things that have happened to people during house hunting. But I was not prepared for what happened when I was about to give up the search.
Garden Of Delight
On a very warm Saturday afternoon, driving around aimlessly in an upscale leafy neighborhood on the outskirts of town, I spotted a lovely house with a curb appeal. A sign on the manicured lawn said: "For Sale by Owner." Wow I thought pulling into the driveway. I was greeted at the door by a very attractive older woman with a lovely smile. I told her of my interest in her house... Inside, I was impressed with the immaculate dΓ©cor; the exotic potted plants have turned the place into a veritable garden. There were books of history, biography, poetry, art, myth, the occult, mostly by and about women. Much of the music collection was Modern Jazz.
My curious fascination for her seemed to extend to her house as well. The exotic, seductive fragrance; mingled scents of anise and jasmine and clove. The place felt as though it held me in its arms. I felt exhilarated, very much at home. I wanted to imbibe, absorb the very essence of it... As she gave me a tour she kept saying she knew me from somewhere. I told her I am Oscar Rabat the actor, now doing mostly commercials on TV.
"That's it, that's where I'd seen you" she said excitedly. "I'm Tara Velour" she added.
"The well-known and widely published writer of Mysteries of the paranormal and macabre kind?" I asked. "The very same" she smiled.
"It is a small world indeed" I said hugging her.
"I am also a psychotherapist and well versed in parapsychology and the occult," she said modestly. I was stunned by Tara's beauty and commanding presence. She looked very chic in a wraparound summer dress, her ass clapping, jiggling. Her premature grey hair contrasts with thick black eyebrows, her arms covered with dark downy hair. I was impressed by her knowledge, her wisdom. She claimed to be from an upper middle-class family.
I enjoyed her rather lascivious, lubricous smile as we talked at length on a variety of topics. There is something about her that is different from most women I've met, and the difference is a kind of magical charm...
"Yesterday was my 57th birthday" said Tara fixing me a drink.
"Wow, but you look at least ten years younger" I said.
"Well thank you" she smiled. "Indeed, I feel ten years younger," she added.
"I turned 38 a few months ago" I said.
"You do look good, athletic, suave, dashing; I bet the ladies are clamoring for you" she said solemnly.
I told Tara I was interested in buying her house. She said there were two others also interested and she will go with the best offer.
"Meanwhile I'm enjoying your company very much Oscar" she said, her liquid brown eyes twinkling...I began to stroke her hands, caressing her soft palms initiating intimacy between us. Our intimate conversation had intoxicated me as much as the cognac. We looked at each other with shared lust; I had become attracted to Tara. I told her she was beautiful, feeling the strong magnetism between us, the sweet possibility of sex.
In an attempt to break the sexually charged atmosphere, Tara offered to show me her collection of exotic carvings, sculpture and paintings. They were such beautiful works of art. Then I embraced and kissed her for the longest time, pressing my pant covered tumescent dick against her lower abdomen, rubbing her nipples with my fingers. The die was cast.
"Oh Oscar, I'm so fucking wet my pussy is all yours" she whispered, her body trembling.
"Shhh," I said following her to the bedroom...Tara slipped off her dress smiling again, sweetly, revealing a skimpy bikini panties that cannot hold the profusion of thick, black hair covering her cunt; her inner thighs festooned with black curls. Slipping off her panties she lay on the bed watching me undress, her legs wide open. She gasped at the sight of my erect dick.
"OMG, what a huge beautiful cock" she said, pulling me on top of her embracing me. Grasping my cock she squeezed hard, "Jesus, it's so fucking hard and thick," she squealed, guiding my dick into her slick wetness; her turgid labia capturing my cock sucking it inside, her muscles contracting around it deliciously. I began to fuck Tara deep and slow with expertise, grinding my cock against her erect clitoris with every thrust, her moans and cries filled the room. We moved together in rhythm, my cock rodding her cunt, giving her enormous pleasure.
"Yes, yes, give it to me...ohhhh yes, Oscar, mmmm...you feel so good, don't stop, don't stop!" she cried, then exploded in a powerful orgasm gasping for air, her body sweating. Tara's nails dug into my back furiously, as I continued to fuck her like a well-oiled machine, smooth and strong, with a purpose. Her body responding to me as I moved circularly touching the deepest places in her cunt. Tara cried out again loudly as she crashed into another orgasm. I held still inside her smiling at her.
"Do you want more?" I asked her; she smiled back and nodded yes, placing her hands on my ass and pressing me deeper into her. She clung to me as I began to pump her twat, riding her wave after wave, rocking her. She rocked with me, breathing in sync with me. Then we both exploded, Tara's body thrashing about as I flooded her with an avalanche of semen, while she caressed my back kissing me.
"Stay inside me and on top of me, I like your weight on me," she whispered. My cock was still hard and throbbing inside her. Tara began to sob.
"What is the matter?" I asked.
"Oh Oscar, I'm so happy to have a real man between my legs, and a huge hard dick in my cunt for a change" she murmured. I placed a pillow under Tara's ass. Her cunt was wide open, soaking wet. I plowed the soft juicy maze of her slippery tunnel with dedicated intensity, fucking her in ripples of unending pleasure. She cried out again and again. Her vibrant rhythm was unremitting, with repeated concentrated contractions of her inner muscles. Tightening, releasing; her thighs, her ass were hard at work. She thrashed about beneath me, the sounds from her cunt getting louder and louder.
She pinched and opened, the tension hardened and expanded, the intensity startlingly climbed, higher and tighter. God, this is one lusty woman who knows how to fuck! And her cunt is a connoisseur's cunt I thought to myself. The pleasure mounted, currents shot thru me. I was stunned, losing control, I tried to focus on the juices that dripped from her pussy like an overripe mango onto the sheets. Tara screamed as another violent orgasm claimed her. Absorbed by overpowering sensations, I went crazy. I felt like I was diving into hot springs. Then a bolt of lightning struck and I surrendered to her, gushing into her like a geyser on and on.
"OMG, this is heaven, you have delivered me to heaven Oscar," said Tara drowsily. I pulled out of her as she began to snore...Tara wanted to fuck all day long with the fervid intensity of a summer heat wave. I loved the feel of the briny pleasure of her gleaming cunt. Moving inside her in slow motion, drawing it out, her wetness flowing, coating my rock-hard cock. Sweat beneath her breasts, juice between her legs, her big clitoris throbbing before she came, again and again. And I came with her, it was so good. Tara pleaded with me to stay for a while and I did.
We were extremely horny for each other much of the time. We were on fire, sharing intense hours of sex all over the house. I fucked her cunt her ass, her mouth. It was the very first time she'd been fucked in the ass and swallowed cum she said. We took pictures of each other and together, in the nude. Tara's body always felt warm and good. Her smile engulfed me, a gift of a woman. She loved spontaneity and surprise. We were. lost in the rhythms, the flow, the laughter. Lost in orgasm after orgasm, in the waves of magic, waves of sensations. I fucked her until she said she'd had enough.
@@@
On the fourth day, Tara's protΓ©gΓ© a young 30 year old woman and aspiring writer called Lela came over for her usual consultation. She is very much interested in Tara's genre of paranormal mysteries. Indeed, she had a manuscript looking for a publisher. Unlike Tara's staid language, Lela's is flowery, obscene, spirited. She claimed to be Goth oriented complete with tattoos and piercings. Tara and I were almost naked, me in my briefs, Tara in only in her bikini panty, fooling around on the sofa, when Lela arrived. She had brought Tara some very good pot which got us very high fast. Amid the chatting and laughter, Tara totally high and uninhibited, pulled out my erect cock and began to stroke it. Lela's jaw dropped looking stupefied, stunned.