Libertine Adventures

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Arkansas, Carol

I woke early Saturday morning to the sound of my father sticking his head in the room saying, "Come on boy, let's go for a run."

I clambered out of bed, dressed, then met Dad out front. He was out front stretching lightly as I let the screen door bang shut. For a 42 year old man he was in great shape. Maybe being in the army had something to do with that. Waving toward the porch, "Good job on this yesterday, Grandma and Grandpa are happy with the way it turned out."

I looked over my shoulder at the porch, "Thanks, but I think next time we should replace the roof. Looks like there is some damage up there."

Dad nodded after glancing up and muttered, "Let's hit it."

We took off at what he called an 'easy' pace or about 8 minute miles. A clear sign that he had something to talk about.

It was already 80° and sweat began to pour down my back. "Out with it dad, what's up?"

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and said, "You came home pretty late last night, or more properly this morning."

I nodded, "Yeah, I was at Aunt Mary's until around midnight then jogged back to Grandma's."

Images of fucking Donna floated through my mind along with the couple hours in the back yard with Terry on one side of me, and Donna on the other.

He muttered something like, "Okay," and we kept going. After another half mile or so I asked, "Dad, if I wanted to do something that might upset a lot of the family, do you think I should?"

He looked over at me and shrugged, "If you are talking about fucking Terry I would suggest you not. But if you do, or have, use condoms and make sure she is on the pill."

I am sure I blushed furiously, because I could feel the heat on my face. "No, I don't want to fuck Terry. I want to marry her."

Dad stumbled a few steps before stopping. Looking at me he replied, "I... I think that would not go over well with anyone in the family." He looked at me and continued, "You know the whole incest taboo thing and all."

I looked down at my feet dejected. "You know that isn't a biblical stance, and as far as I know mostly an American one."

There was a sadness in his voice, "Yes, I know both of those. But you understand that the entire family lives within twenty miles of where we are standing, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

We started running again, back towards Grandma's house and about half way he said, "I recommend one of two things. The first is just move on as much as you can. Painful but productive I think."

I grunted and he continued with, "The other is to seduce her, fuck her and get it out of your system. Hopefully she would be a terrible fuck."

At that I laughed, "Terry terrible at anything? I can't imagine how that would be possible."

Dad chortled and said, "There is a lot of truth to that."

Terry already had three full ride offers and while she hadn't decided on which one to accept, I knew, we all did, that she was an overachiever in every single thing she did, and was going to change the world. Her motto seemed to be "If it's worth doing, it is worth doing perfectly."

When we arrived at the house, Uncle Ash was sitting on the porch with a Dr Pepper (and Crown Royal?) in one hand, his feet up on the rail. "Hi," he greeted as we stopped.

Dad looked at me and said, "Go pack boy, we are headed home."

I looked at him and asked, "I thought we were going to leave tomorrow morning?"

Uncle Ash, short for Asher, said, "Hold on now Caleb. What's the rush, tonight is river night, and I wanted to take Dave with me."

Dad's face settled into a Stony mask which was a good sign it was time to shut up and obey. He responded to Uncle Ash, "You are too damn old for that, Ash."

I didn't know what river night was until Donna and Terry talked about it last night, and I certainly wanted to go. A bonfire on the river bank with beer and babes? Hell yeah I was in.

Uncle Ash replied, "Someone has to babysit the kids with all that fire and what knot that goes on."

Dad shook his head and said, "No, you are nearly 30, time to grow up and let the kids be."

Ash laughed and said, "Well if you are gone, who is gonna stop me?"

Dad's face changed to something I could only describe as rage as he hissed, "I will break you Ash."

My jaw dropped as I stared at my father, and Ash, dumber than I thought, quipped, "Now, now, that's no way to talk to your brother."

Dad looked at him and growled, "Don't push me, Ash. I can and will if I have to."

I heard a car pull up and glanced back to see Terry's blue pinto pull up. She hopped out of it and walked over, and I stared openly at her. She wore a tight black cropped tank top over a bikini top and Daisy Dukes. Her tanned skin glowing in the morning sun. She gave dad a hug then wrapped her arms around my waist. I returned the gesture and we stood side by side.

She looked up at me and asked, "Are you ready?"

I shook my head and replied, "I have to pack, dad wants to go home today."

She looked at Dad, "Uncle Caleb, we were going to River Night!"

He nodded, his eyes shifting back and forth between us and Uncle Ash, who was staring at Terry as if he owned her shit and she was being bad. It confused me and made me uncomfortable. Dad noticed it and hissed in a deep breath.

"Fine, we will stay. But you two are coming with me for a while before heading out on your own. We have stuff to do."

Terry shoved me towards the front porch and said, "Go shower, you stink."

As I headed into the house I heard her thanking and praising dad. A few minutes later I came back outside to see the three of them still in the same places.

"My turn," dad said. He stopped me as he was passing and whispered, "If he touches her at all, break the offending appendage."

I looked at him and saw his steady calmness and nodded, "Yes sir."

I walked over to Terry with a quizzical look, "What did I miss?"

She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Nothing uncle Caleb couldn't handle."

I nodded and asked, "What does dad plan on doing? Until you showed up he seemed hell bent on going home today."

She was looking past my shoulder up at the porch, "I don't know really. But I do know this will be the only time you and I can go to River Night together."

I shrugged and replied, "So? We have our lives ahead of us to make memories, one night should pale in comparison to that."

She shook her head and patted my chest, "No hero, tonight is the night."

As a flash I remembered how she finished me the night before, "Hey, that thing you did last night? You know the finger?"

She gave me a half smile and asked, "What about it?"

"How did you learn about it?"

Her eyes shifted back to Uncle Ash as she blushed and muttered, "It doesn't matter does it?"

It clicked suddenly. I knew. "That motherfucker..."

Terry grabbed me by the arms, her nails digging into my flesh. "Shut up hero! Now is not the time to discuss this. Let's go and talk later."

Uncle Ash took that particular moment to pipe in, "Whatchall whispering about?"

I was about to turn around when Terry shouted, "Nothin. Hero was just telling me about how excited he was to go to River Night."

I growled, "I hate that fucking name Terry."

She smiled up at me and replied, "Then stop acting like one. Jeez, Hero, even grandma and grandpa call you that now."

The screen door squeaked open then banged shut as I cursed under my breath. "Come on boy, you too Terry."

We jumped into our Cutlass and drove into Newport. We spent the day doing stupid shit, well it was important, getting things for Grandma and Grandpa. But it was not what I wanted to do. I needed to talk to Terry but it seemed dad was having none of that. Every time we started talking he showed up like mystical nuisance to stop the conversation.

When we got back to the house, all of the cousins were gathered, at least the ones 17 and older. "Holy shit," I muttered.

Dad said, "Yeah it is kind of a thing here. All the 17 year olds to mid twenties go to the river for bonfires, beer, and whatever else. The younger kids on this side of the river and the older on the other side."

He looked around and cursed, "We should have come back earlier."

I looked at him quizzically and Terry filled in the blank, "Uncle Ash is gone."

I looked at her and mumbled, "Sorry," and walked off.

I heard Terry ask Dad something, but not what not his answer.

Dinner was, grandma out did herself and passed like a cacophonous whirlwind of laughter and joy. As the sun set, cousins started trickling away, toward the river. Terry came up and took my hand, her fingers interlaced with mine. "Ready?"

I nodded and replied, "Sure, but what's this all about?"

"On the last Saturday before school we all meet at the river to have one last fun loving and carefree night. Anything goes with anyone really."

I stopped and looked at her, "Terry," I started.

She gave me a quick kiss on my lips, not quite a peck, and not quite sensual either. "I love you too, Hero, but..."

"Nothing can happen between us because, in part, of Uncle Ash."

She looked at me and asked, "Are you okay?"

I smiled and replied, "Terry, I love you. Always will, always have. If your happiness is with another then go for it. I will always be around for you."

She hugged me tightly for a moment or two then turned toward the river. Her hand still in mine we walked slowly chatting about whatever, while I put my feelings for her down as far as I could. She said, "I love you too Hero, but nothing can ever happen, not because of Uncle Ash but because it would break a lot of hearts in the family."

She smiled and looked up, "As it is we are merely amusing and cute. If you ever take that long cobra to me, then it all changes."

"I know," I blurted with more force than she deserved."

I felt her jerk a little and said, "Sorry. I understand but I don't like it at all."

Leaning her head against my arm, she replied, "I know, but it is for the best."

The Cache River was about twenty five feet wide and a slow moving brown body of water. I could hear people milling about on both sides of the river. A couple boats were in the water with ropes on each end of them. Just downstream of where the boats were, was stack wood seemingly floating in place. I pulled one of the boats back to the bank we were on then rowed us across.

Terry hopped out of the boat no sooner than we touched the bank. She looked at me and said, "I think we better split up for the night."

I must have had a hurt expression as she hurriedly said, "If you tried, hero, I would and then we are in a world of hurt. "

She leaned over and whispered, "I would rather always wonder than know and miss you. It."

She brushed her lips against my ear, which sent a wave of heat straight to my cock and before bounding away, whispered, "Now go fuck someone and make her night."

I watched as she headed downstream along the bank and decided to head upstream. I took maybe two steps and saw Carol chatting with someone I didn't recognize. Her nearly terracotta skin glowing in the fading light. Her braided black hair tied up and cascaded down to her shoulder blades. Not for the first time I wondered how long it would be if straightened.

I walked behind her, smiling at the other woman and touched Carol just below her hair. She turned, her face initially annoyed and brightened as she realized who it was. "Dave!" She screamed as she wrapped her arms around me. I gasped as I realized her stomach was bigger than the last time I saw her last and looking down I saw fuller breasts just above a significant baby bump.

I caressed her stomach and asked, "Wade?"

Tears bubbled into her eyes as she nodded, "He broke up right after I told him."

"Wade is a fucktard," I said. I leaned back and said, "Pregnancy is good on you, hotter than ever."

She laughed and quipped, "Terry put you up to this. Speaking of which, where is she?"

I nodded downstream and replied, "Given the nature of the night, I decided to go the opposite way as her."

I am not the brightest guy but even I noticed something changed in the air when Carol asked, "To spend it with me?"

Her smile was so big and bright that she lit up the entire bank of the river as I nodded. "You are the prettiest one here."

She looked at her friend and asked, "May I use your spot?"

Her friend laughed and shot back, "Yep, have fun," then sauntered downstream.

Carol and I walked upstream a little ways to where the river banked away a little. She knew where she was headed and near a river beach worked down closer to the water.

A little cut out, maybe eight feet long, four or five feet wide and maybe three feet deep was a tarp and blanket. Glancing over my shoulder I could see it had a perfect view of the bonfire about two hundred feet downstream from us.

"Nice layout. How long did you have to camp this spot?"

"I didn't, no one does. They are assigned on a lottery basis."

Shocked I looked at her, "Really?"

She nodded, "Yeah, this year Terry was master of ceremonies and she gave me this one."

I settled down against the washout got comfortable then pat the space between my legs, "Come-on and sit"

Carol settled between my legs, her firm ass cheeks framing my balls. Her arms draped over my legs and her hands cupped the back of my legs perilously close to my ass. Her head leaned back against my collar bone providing me an excellent view of her breasts if she weren't wearing a blouse.

I wrapped my arms around her, hands on her bump. We sat for a couple minutes watching the bonfire be lit and almost as if they were cued to do so, her fingers and mine began making small strokes and circles. It took all of half a moment for my cock to react and it started snaking its way up my leg, along her lower back.

If Carol noticed she said nothing for a couple minutes and when she did say something it was, "Not very fair if you aren't touching my skin is it?"

"Y-, I guess," I stammered. My fingers tremendously began undoing her buttons, and the higher I worked the worse I trembled. When I finally unbuttoned the floral print blouse I spread it open revealing her baby bump topped by an emerald bra containing what appeared to be half a grapefruit on each side.

I had intended to put my hands back on the baby bump, but instead I cupped both tits and gave them a squeeze while trailing my thumbs across the flesh above the satiny fabric.

I moaned out, "Jesus."

Carol leaned forward and said, "Let me.". Half a second later, her bra was discarded to the side and she leaned back. Her nipples were a little bigger in diameter than a #2 pencil and perhaps as long as the eraser and metal sleeve that holds on one.

Cupping her tits I began the same routine that Terry showed me the previous night. The contrast in our skin color was mesmerizing and I lost track of time until I noticed a liquid oozing from her nipples.

Wiping a little off I brought it to my mouth and groaned in ecstatic pleasure. Her voice sounded surprised as Carol asked, "You like it?

I growled, "Fuck yes. Turn around and sit on my lap."

She stood up and turned around and sat down. Her pussy lips were on either side of my turgid member as she settled into place.

No sooner had she stopped moving my mouth closed around her left nipple and areola. I felt Carol grinding her pussy against my cock as I sucked, nibbled, squeezed and stroked her tits until her milk began to fill my mouth.

Her right hand wrapped around my neck, her fingers in my hair; the left clutching my right arm.

The whole experience was surreal and before I fully drained her tits of milk, I came. My cock pulsating between us soaking my underwear in my man juice. I leaned back and closed my eyes and felt Carol shift and begin to rise.

Clutching her hips, I pulled her back down. Her laughter rang as she asked, "Aren't you done big boy?"

I shook my head and looked up. "No, I am going to drain the other one too."

I couldn't tell what the look on her face was, the bonfire a corona around her whole body. She reached down and caressed my cock and asked, "What about this, will it be able to rise to the occasion again."

Nodding, "For you? Fuck yes.".

My eyes bugged out as she undid the buttons to our shorts. Standing she said, "Take it off Dave."

As she stood, I was kicking my shorts and underwear off, headless of where they went. As Carol started lowering herself down I felt the first twinges of blood flowing back into my cock.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. Slow and gentle to start then picking up heat and strength. Her hips started rolling again, sliding her lower lips across my cock and pelvis.

The light of the bonfire shine around her body as if she were a divine being granting me her blessings. Our kiss slowed down and sped up the pace taking a rhythm of its own. Carol's hips undulated up and down, her soaking pussy smearing her juices all over my length.

No sooner had I finally achieved a hard state, Carol rose up, grabbing the base of my cock with an appreciative coo, aimed it for me and ssnk slowly down my length. It was an incredible feeling as she bottomed out on me.

The hottest wetest sensation molded around my cock and for a moment I stopped breathing as the moment overwhelmed me, even more than losing my virginity to Donna.

My mouth clamped down on her full for and I began sucking on it like a starving baby. The shot of her sweet milk hit my tongue in a short spurt and my whole body convulsed beneath her.

I continued sucking on her nipples, massaging her tits and only one more little spurt of milk was given to me.

All the whole Carol had been gyrating her hips slowly and frankly in my mad obsession to drain her to I barely noticed. She asked, "Can you take he from behind? I really like doggy."

I grunted something akin to an agreement and lifted her up. "Face down river," I suggested, "I want to watch the fire play off your skin."

Carol dropped to elbows and knees, her face toward the bonfire. I moved behind her and stared at her amazing ass and pussy. For a half beat I thought about trying to shove my cock up her ass and dismissed it from my mind.

I grabbed my cock and worked it up from her clit toward her asshole and back down again. Repeating the movement I pressed my hips forward as the head of my cock nestled against her vagina.

A low rumbling groan rattled in my chest as I slowly filled her again. That same hot wet sensation that words fail to describe adequately coated, no subsumed my cock on a level I didn't quite understand.

Suddenly I was balls deep in Carol. Grabbing her hips I paused a minute watch the firelight display the difference in our coloring hypnotically. "Fuck me damnit," she demanded.

My eyes still trapped in the fire lit display on her skin I began to saw back and forth. Slowly in and out my balls swinging to and fro. Bit by bit I sped up, unaware of anything but her, and that place within her that we two became one. Faster and faster I powered my hips back and forth, a low keening wail like sound coming from Carol that pitched higher and louder as we fucked.

My balls slapped between her clit and my ass, her juices flying everywhere. Coating my thighs, balls, pelvis, and her ass and legs, we were a sloppy fucking mess.

Loud too.

I grabbed her hair and pulled with all my might, nearly bending her backwards in double. Holding onto her hair like reins I pounded her, grunting like a neanderthal while she keened like a banshee.

Suddenly she started shuddering and her tight pussy gripped my cock like a needy hand. It was enough for me to roar as the white hot seed in my balls blasted into her pussy.