Clark is absolutely obsessed with your thighs. And yes, I think there would be a time when Clark would want you to try your damndest to suffocate him while he eats your pussy out as you ride his face. The pure euphoria that finds him as his arms wrap around your waist while you squeeze and grind against his head & tongue makes his heart beat rise just as much as his dick does in his briefs. You can always feel the smile gracing his lips underneath you as your body rubs back and forth; seeking out the best point and pattern of pleasure for yourself. Even still, Clark knows that you are kind. Your pussy may be on his mouth and your ass in his face, but your thighs instinctively leave an opening for him as if he needs air to breathe. As if. One of his hands slides down from your waist to your thigh as he gives it a quick smack—more loud than painful—as to bring your attention back on him. You both have had conversations about this little habit of yours. Clark has expressed his needs thoroughly: that he wants to be nothing more than your chair when he eats you out in this particular position. No thinking, no worrying, and no doubting from you that you're "too heavy" or that "you'd hurt him". All the man wants is for the love of his life to grip the ever loving life out of his face with your thighs and to taste your orgasm all over his tongue like the fucking reward it is to be the man underneath you. To be the man that you chose to be this vulnerable & comfortable with. To help bring you this great amount of pure and carnal pleasure that erupts all throughout you. Your body jolts from his smack, and you remind yourself of what he's told you before. Clark's smile returns to his face as he feels the pressure of your thighs come around his head; more permanently. His hand leaves its place on your thigh and returns back to your waist, but not without an accompanying kiss he gives to your asshole that makes a moan leave your lips. He enjoys the smothered feeling. He enjoys the act of this privilege that you've bestowed upon him. Clark is honored that you can use him as your own personal toy to bring yourself to one of the highest forms of pleasure. Fuck, the gratification of it all is so intense that it makes him cum in his briefs; hands free.
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
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Animation time works differently. Fifteen seconds for them is five hours for me. Kinda makes you wonder. Five hours for me must be like five days for my animator
Look, it’s a weird hill to die on, especially when I don’t really explain, but children deserve to experience fear, disgust, and discomfort in safe scenarios where they can process those sensations.
Media for children used to be scary and that’s important.
“Since it is so likely that (children) will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker.”
― C.S. Lewis
OP: "Decarbonized formaldehyde is great. Just wash daikons with decarbonized formaldehyde and they turn white."
"Decarbonized formaldehyde" (脫碳甲醛) is an online phrase used to make fun of people that blindly avoid chemicals. Formaldehyde (H2CO) decarbonized is water (H2O).
Sulfur combusts on contact with air to create stunning blue lava-like rivers of light in the Kawah Ijen crater on the island of Java | Ph: Olivier Grunewald
Summary: Your in Oklahoma for a trip and meet a couple storm chasers, Scott and Leah, and they show you one hell of a time.
CW: Little Plot, Smut, V Fingering, P in V, Oral Sex, Choking, Finger sucking, Long Smut Scene, Threesome-FFM, V Licking & Eating, British Reader, Hook-up, Creep Man (Not Scott)
WC: 6.2K
AN: Probably my most niche story. A Reader and OC, crazy work. I wanted to write another Scott Threesome with reader and a women but I don't think any of the women from the movie would sleep with Scott so Leah came about, I named her after the Twilight character since the two bond over it.
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Oklahoma is a dry hot dusty place, empty in most parts and breathtaking in its beauty. The nights of endless skies and open plains, the Native American landmarks and wild bison. And the twisters. Coming to America had taken years of preparing, doing a road trip across the country has led you to this often over looked state but you wanted adventure and getting up close and personal with a twister seems a good way to get it.
You stand with the others, those who booked a tour, they drive you up near a tornado, you take some pictures get to feel the wind and rain then they take you home. When you sent your sister the conformation information despite how late it was, she called to ask you if you had lost your mind. Laughing you said you’d be find. And you will be, you think.
There’s a lot of people moving around, trucks pulling in, laptops being pulled out and groups hunch around them. You hadn’t realized there was so much work in finding a twister, they weren’t a weather condition you’d ever had to concern yourself with. The tour guide and bus driver went up to one of the groups and started talking to them and you bored and wanting some answers to look for someone.
They were the only group in a uniform so you concluded professionals. It also helps the man you’re walking up to is tall, broad shoulder with muscular arms. He stands alone a laptop sitting on the hood of his car and he checks back to a second one.
“Are we going to get lucky tonight?” You ask.
He stops and looks up at you from under his ball cap. He’s eyes are blue and mean, lips turned into a sneer. You roll your eyes asking yourself how even in another country the men you find attractive have an attitude problem.
“A twister?” You ask in a voice that gets across you think he’d dumb.
“Dang and here I thought I’d get my wish. A beautiful British women in my bed.” The voice came from the open truck window and you angle you head to see a redhead sitting in the driver seat. You check her out, eyes roaming up her body. She’s pretty, tan skin, full lips, her eyes reminded you of a cat. You give her a smile and she returns it.
Getting out of the truck she’s wearing the same uniform as the guy. She’s shorter than you and much curvier this doesn’t intimidate you, you find you like women as much as men.
“Don’t worry about sourpuss here, he thinks if he glares enough everyone will get the memo to leave him alone.” She leans over the mirror and adds. “To bad is just attracts more people to him, kind hearted people who thinks he’s got no friends. The names Leah by the way and this is Scott.”
You look back at Scott who is ignoring the both of you and still tapping away on his computer. You give them your name and he finally acknowledges you when Leah tells him too.
“No. There’s not enough pressure. Any funnel that tries forming breaks up to quickly. Looks like your adrenaline chase isn’t happening.” Scott says looking back at the bus you had come from. “Too bad.”
Giving a condescendingly sweet smile you say, “Luckily form me I will be here tomorrow. And the tour will continue to let me come until I get to see my twister.”
“Well if you’re going to be here tonight come join us at our bonfire, it’s always a fun time.” Leah says.
“Yeah, I’ll be here.”
****
That evening you hitch a ride with some of the other tornado tourist and make it back to the motel that the chasers were staying at, the tour stayed at a slightly better place across town. The chasers motel parking lot is packed a few campers and RV’s set up with groups of people mingling, music coming from all corners, room doors open and people passing between them.
You get swallowed up with the crowd accepting an unopened can of cold American beer from someone, you’ve developed a taste for it. You don’t see a fire or Leah or Scott for that matter but if there’s one thing you’ve leaned in your months of travel it’s going with the flow. Talking to other foreigners who are interested in the uniquely American weather condition and chasers giving their stories of crazy twisters and close calls.
The drinking, the slipperiness of the night, the lack of any rules, the coming and going has you letting your guard down. You find an open room, asking the guys if you could use the bathroom and one waves you in. Your head is dizzy and your thinking its time you head back to your motel but you haven’t seen the people you road with since you got here, they may already be gone. You’ll ask around, someone might be doing a beer run soon. When you finish up and head out, only there is one guy in the room now and the main door is shut.
“Sorry, I’ll get out of your way if you’re heading to bed.” You say aware your voice is slurred.
“You can stay. Thought the two of us could talk but it’s so loud so I shut the door.” He’s sitting at the chair next to the desk and he’s leering at you and the warning sparks are firing in your brain but your body is slow to the response.
“No, I need to be getting back, I have a big morning tomorrow.” You say.
“I love your accent. What part of England is it from?” He asks.
“I need to be going.” You say walking to the door. He gets up to stop you but a thundering knocking gets you both jumping. It’s louder than the music and the crowd outside and it’s continues causing you to grab your head to stop the splitting headache. The creep opens the door just a crack but its slammed in all the way and he falls to the ground. You’re confused seeing Scott in the doorway sneering at the guy on the ground and he looks at you and asks.
“Were you wanting to stay in here?” You shack your head no then wince when your head hurts again. He takes your hand and leads you out. There is still music and over all rowdiness going on, some watch you while most continue on with their night.
“How did you know?” You ask as he takes you across the parking lot to the other building of rooms. Stopping he turns to look at you. “How did you know I was in there?”
“Leah saw you head in. She doesn’t trust that guy, he’s been creeping on some of the women here. She saw you go in, saw he shut the door a minute later. Came and got me.”
“Oh…Well I’m lucky she’s watching out for me.” You feel as if you might cry but that would make the headache worst so you suck in your breath and wipe your eyes. Scott moves standing between you and the building and for a moment you think he’s about to walk away but he just stays there and you realize he’s hiding you from the commotion, allowing you to reset without other prying.
“Come on were in the back.” You follow him around the building and see a few more campers and several groups with campfires set up. It’s quitter back here the sound carrying but not as pounding. It’s cooler too, less bodies more space and while the motel is nothing to look at the open space is oddly beautiful. The sky going on for miles and the dark expanses, how big this area truly is. You didn’t even know there were people back here till now.
Leah jumps from her seat and comes to give you a hug. “Do you want to call the police?” She asks.
“And tell them what? I went into a guys room and he shut the door on me? It’s whatever.” You say. She brings you to a folded chair and Scott hands you a water and a bottle of headache relief. You take the pills and sip the water watching the fire crackle and pop. Its quite and calming but your breathing quickens.
Leah’s hand comes to your shoulder and she says. “Let’s play two truths and a lie.”
“Leah.” Scott says.
“What? It’s a good ice breaker and it’ll get your mind off of everything else. I’ll go first.” She stops to think then says, “In 6th grade I snuck out to go to a midnight lunch party for the New Moon movie at Barnes and Nobles. I’ve never left the country. I have a twin sister.”
You laugh. “I believe the New Moon one, I begged my mom to take me to the London premier when I was fifteen, I think for Breaking Dawn. She didn’t. I’m going to say haven’t left the country isn’t it a thing that a large percentage of Americans don’t have a passport.”
“Scott?” Leah asks.
He looks uninterested but replies, “You have a twin brother not sister.”
“Righto!” She says.
“That’s not fair you two know each other.”
“You go then,” Scott says. You think for a minute.
“Okay. I work for my parents. In year 9 I was suspended from school because I was taking text for other students. I’ve been married and divorced.”
Scott and Leah both eye you up and down. Then Leah asks for your age which you give and the two debate. Finally Leah say, “Married and divorced.” Scott agrees.
“Wrong. I work for my sisters company not my parents.” You say.
“Dang. Well I guess if you get married young you divorce young too.” Leah says. “Scott your turn.”
“I’m not playing. Besides we should be heading to bed soon anyway.”
“Ahh you’re no fun.” You say but getting up. “I need to find a ride back to my hotel.” Scott gives you a look and Leah jumps up.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. To much drinking and all. You can stay in my room tonight. We’ll drive you back in the morning.”
“You don’t have too. I’m sure someone is heading that way tonight.” You say, you don’t want to put Leah out. Besides you wanted to be alone tonight.
“Don’t worry about it. You can have my room and I’ll bunk with Scott, he won’t mind.” She says. You look at Scott and he gives a shrug not annoyed or even bothered by the suggestion of having to share his room.
“If you’re okay with it. What time do I need to be up?”
“Eight.” Scott says as he pours water over the fire then stomps on it when he’s done. The embers die down and without it’s heat the cold travels up your skin. Leah lead you to her room and points that Scott’s room is right next door at the end of the second building and the other room is another StormPar employee. The guy’s room from earlier is across the parking lot but it’s shut and quite and Leah says if you have any problems call over.
You get in and let Leah grab anything she needs before shutting and locking the door. You pull off your clothes and wash your face before crawling into bed in just your underwear and you’re out fast.
****
The next morning you’re up the sleep was fine but you want a shower badly and to brush your teeth. There’s a knock at the door and it’s Scott, gathering your things you following him to his truck and the two of you are heading down the road. The sun is bright and hot and you find the hot and cold temperatures of this state its most annoying quality.
When Scott pulls a piece of gum from his middle conceal you taste the grossness of your own mouth and ask, “Can I have a piece?” Eyeing you he holds it out.
“Thanks, sorry I didn’t bring a toothbrush last night so my mouth feels so gross. Sorry for putting you and Leah out last night too.”
“You didn’t.” He says. “Just glad she saw before things got worst. I don’t think that guy will be there tonight. He’s being acting weird to all the women, between StormPar, Tyler’s rednecks and Nator Squad he’ll get the message. He’s been trying to get with a twister groupie and assumes every women he talks to is one.”
You laugh, you didn’t mean to this was a serious problem but you couldn’t help it. “Twister Groupies? That’s a thing?”
Scott pulls into your motel parking lot turns to you with a grin and you think he’s cute when he smiles. “There’s a groupie for everything but yeah twister groupies are real, I’ve had a fun time with a couple of them over the years. Leah too.”
You laugh again, “Is that so. How does one know if they are a twister groupie? Do they just follow you guys around from state to state? Do they get to live in the van like Rockstar groupies?”
“Some do, some just stick to one area and show up every year when we’re in town but they are normally very passionate about chasing, know about twisters, the big storms the freak incidents. And they want to hook up with chasers, are very thrilled to do so.”
“Fascinating, there’s a whole side to this community I wasn’t even aware of. Why did you get into chasing? The groupies?”
He rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head no then says, “To many of the guys I went to school with have become apathetic and I don’t want that to happen to me.”
You nod, “Hard to be apathetic when facing disaster most days of your life. Thanks for the ride.” You get out and head inside ready to wash the smoke and grim of last night away.
After the shower, food and cheap motel coffee you feel better. You meet up with your tour group and head out to chaser’s ground control area. There’s a storm coming you can see it in the distance and there are less chasers at their meeting space many already out on the hunt. The tour guide goes over protocol again and hands out ponchos.
You won’t be that close but you will get wet and wind conditions will be severe any phone or camera needs to be strapped to you and at no point are you to walk away from the bus. If shit hits the fan you need to be able to get back onto it with in two minutes of the warning call.
Your heart is thundering in your chest and as the bus drives and you see the wind in the distance you think your mom and sister were right. You step off with the others the wind whipping your hair and rain pelting your skin. The poncho does little and when you walk you fell your body being pushed parallel with the bus.
The twister is long and skinny and even from a distances its power overwhelms you. Holding up your phone strapped to your wrist you take a few pictures unable to check if they are turning out, you change to video and catch a part of a roof being ripped from barn. Whipping at your eyes and spluttering you fall to your knees. The wind is getting stronger.
Pulling yourself up you hold on to the side of the bus and use the tiny pair of binoculars, you see StormPar trucks driving along side the twister. Impossible small next to mother nature. They are scrambling around, and a few others too. From the bus you see one of the trucks pull off and two people get out. It’s hard to tell at first to much wind, debris and distance but Leah’s hat flies off and her red hair makes her stick out. The guy with her has to be Scott, from his stance to the way he hold one hand to her back as they run back to the car.
They drive away and you see what ever they had taken out almost intensely gets sucked up into the twister. A blaring whistles sounds and you jump recognizing the warning call to get back onto the bus. There is a mad dash by every and you fall again splashing yourself with mud and probably something else but you laugh getting yourself back up and being the last aside from the tour guide. The bus peels away having to go towards the twister before finding a road to turn around in. From your seat you watch the disaster disappear and the hard rain and strong wind lose its hold. As the bus turns down onto the main road the StormPar truck comes up behind it and you give a smile to Leah and Scott.
****
It’s pandemonium back at the chaser’s motel. Several had touched down and the adrenalin was running wild. It helped too that the areas affected were open empty spaces, so no casualties or even severe damage which does make the whole idea of paying to watch disasters an easier pill to swallow.
There are people everywhere. Drinking and the smell of pot in the air. Music blaring, someone pulled out a karaoke machine from somewhere and a guy in a cowboy hat stands in the bed of a red truck with a friend sharing a mic and singing a off key rendition of, “Running up that Hill.” You have a buzz but you haven’t drank anything, when you got back you were laughing so hysterically you were crying. You were more afraid then you had known and you felt like you had ran a marathon. Your body was so tight.
You got another ride with the same group because you couldn’t be alone with these feelings. You wanted to feel the peek with everyone, mainly with Leah and Scott. Finding Leah in a group of other women shotgunning beer you get splashed by one and when she’s done she grabs you and gives you a hug.
“Welcome to the club of chasing! Did you piss your pants?”
“No.” You shout. “I did cry.” You’re both laughing and she hands you a beer. Finding the week point you do the same drinking what you can but spraying yourself mostly.
“The jackass is gone and you got me and Scott so let loose we won’t let anything happen to ya.” Leah says.
“Don’t go crazy.” Scott says coming up behind you. “You either Leah we have to work tomorrow too. Everyone’s acting like they don’t see twisters everyday.”
Tossing the can and going for a soda instead you say, “I haven’t. Probably be my first and last, unless I come back next year. Would that make me a groupie?”
He eyes you up and down and you stretch knowing your shirt will lift exposing your mid-drift. “I think you want to be.” You bite your lips fingering the rim of your soda and he steps closer to you. He reaches in to the cooler but skips over the drinks and instead grabbing ice and pressing it to his neck. Your body is getting hot watching him, seeing the droplets travel down his skin disappearing below his collar. He opens his arm out and says, “Leah.”
She comes up to them still holding a beer her face freckled and red. She tucks herself into his open arm resting her chin in the softness of his chest and shoulder. His hand wraps around her waist his fingers sliding into her front pocket. Leah licks her lips giving you a flirty smile.
Your lips quirk and you lean back into the truck the music still loud, someone still singing off key, beer being drank and spilled and pot and wood smoke burning your nose. You hadn’t expected this, the two of them together. They were opposite, Leah loves to play and Scott’s sour seriousness. But they were good looking, they were probably hot together.
You trace over there intertwine bodies with your eyes, opening yourself up towards them. Opening your drink letting it fizz up before taking a sip. The three of you all stand there like that, watching, interpreting. You pass your drink off to Leah who takes a sip and she to Scott. After his drink he sets it on the truck and the three of you walk together through the crowd unnoticed and unimportant.
Inside Scott’s room it’s messier then you expected. A small table filled with papers and several old coffee cups, a bag he’s living out of and an unmade bed. You go to it sitting down on the end kicking off your shoes and crossing your legs. Scott locks the door behind him and draws the curtain while Leah leans again the table.
“Just to be clear. You’re up for this?” Scott asks. “The two of us.”
“I was going to try to sleep with one of you, both is better.” You say.
Leah laughs. “I knew you were a adventurous women. How do you want to begin? As the guest.”
You gesture Leah over to you and she takes a seat on the bed next to you. Bring your hand to her shoulder you brush her hair back running your fingers through it before resting them on her neck and pulling her closer. The kiss is light and soft, your lips pulling back and recapturing hers and her doing the same. It’s a kiss that needs to feel good but also look good.
Leah slides her hands over your knee across your thigh to your shorts. Her hand pulling at your shirt while her mouth becomes more greedy, pressing harder and biting into your bottom lip. You give a laugh and reach down grabbing the hem and pulling off your shirt breaking the kiss for a moment only to take Leah’s face and pull her on top of you.
She tastes like the cola you shared and smells like smoke and sweat the weight of her straddling you feeling good. She moves her kisses down, over your neck and collarbone. She’s a good kisser, most of the women you’ve kissed are but Leah kisses for a reaction. She bites the top of your breast you jot grabbing at her hair.
“No…no…I can’t have you doing that.” She says shifting herself up to her knees and giving her leverage to pin your arms above your head.
“You don’t like your hair getting pulled?” You ask.
“Not my favorite.” She looks down at you her eyes big, lips red. Her hair falls past her shoulder and tickles your face. “Do you want him to just watch us or is he participating?”
You bit your lip and answer, “I think this bed can hold three of us.”
The bed dips and Scott comes into view. He slides in next to Leah and kiss over her shoulder to her neck. She angles her head away giving him more skin to tease. You swallow hard and Leah moans when he bits at her ear his blue eyes heavy and looking at you. You press your thighs together the burning in your pussy growing and the thick inseam of your shorts giving some friction.
Scott runs his callused hand up your stomach pushing your bra up and cupping your breast. You give a soft gasp when he squeezes and arch your back, his thumb swipes over your nipple making it hard. You’re wrestling under them trying to get some leverage but Leah keeps you pinned. Scott nuzzles into her face and they make out above you while Scott pinches your nipple between his fingers.
“Heyyy…” You whine, eyebrows scrunched and feeling way to hot. “I want to too.”
“What?” Leah asks. A cat like smile on her lips, they were also glossy with Scott’s spit. “Making out with Scott?”
“Or teasing Leah’s breast?” Scott counters. You throw your head back on the mattress and give a high pitch yelp. He had pulled up on your nipple twisting it in the process. He bites back his smile enjoying too much of your locked in place state.
“Both.” You say. “And I want to see you both naked. What’s the point in having sex with the lights on if I don’t get skin.” Leah lets you go and sits back onto your legs and Scott drops to the side next to you. You sit up and with out any fuss take off your bra. Leaning back down onto your elbows you raise your eyebrow at Leah. “Come on Leah give us a show.”
Scott breath tickles as he comes closer and kisses your shoulder. You mouth begins to water and skin go prickly when he brushes his fingers up your side and you focus on Leah as she grabs the bottom of her shirt revealing tan freckled skin, curvy hips and a surprising butterfly tattoo in the valley of her breast. She tosses the shirt to the side and goes to undo her bra. Scott finds a pause point in your neck and sucks on it, your fist clutching his shirt pulling him closer and feeling the wild heat seeping out of him. Leah’s breast are smaller then yours and side set, her nipples already hard.
“Go on. Touch her.” Scott whispers into your ear. You sit up, grabbing Leah at her thighs and pulling her onto you. Scott moves behind you and while you don’t see him, he removes his shirt and presses his chest against your back. Bring your hands to her waist, pressing your fingers into her skin you kiss over her newly exposed chest.
She moans her hips rocking into you. Scott’s cock presses into your back and his hand find your breast again. Being sandwiched between the two of them is winding you up. You’re so wet, pussy desperate and wanting, your skin is practically burning. You lick down between Leah’s breast and she arches back her head fallen between her shoulders her hands gripping tight to yours. Scott pulls on your nipple creating a dull pain that you love and press your ass into him whispering a soft ‘yes.’
“Come on.” He says to you. “Let me see that mouth suck her breast.” His hand comes up and grabs you jaw pinching at your cheeks. You suck in a breath and he loosens his grip. “Is this okay?”
Releasing the breath you nod then say, “I’ll tell you to let go if it gets to be to much.” He nods and with his guidance you lick over her breast, swirling your tongue in big loops, coming in closer and closer until you were circling around her hard nipple. You use Scott’s hand more of a rest then a cage and when he sticks a finger into your mouth you lick around it and Leah’s nipple in a figure 8 pattern.
Leah moans leaning forward pushing more of her breast into your mouth and you drag your hands up her back holding her tight and biting down on Scott’s finger. He groans into your ear whispering sweet denigrating nothings in your ear. His free hand wraps around your stomach and he undoes your shorts slipping his fingers past your panties. They’re sticky and wet and you can smell your lust. He finds your slit pressing his middle finger at the opening, just barely inside starts going back in forth with easy madding strokes. You pop your mouth off of Leah and your head falls back onto his shoulder.
Your face is flushed and sweat is dripping down your back your nails dig into Leah’s skin as you start rolling your hips. Scott moves the hand that had been holding your face to your neck holding it snug but not squeezing. Leah’s hands cup both sides of your face her fingers brushing back your hair the action more gentle then anything Scott has done to you. She kisses you biting at your lip her face red and blotchy her eyes heavy.
She gets up off the bed and undoes her belt pulling it from her pants then with some effort pulls her jeans off. She’s got a big ass and wide hips and the tiniest pair of underwear you have ever seen. She loops her fingers through the straps and pulls them off leaving her stark naked.
Scott pushes two fingers into you, fast and too the knuckle. You cry out lifting yourself off the bed and into his chest. “She looks good doesn’t she?” He asks. “She’s a sexy fifty little thing. I saw how you checked her out the other day. Knew you would want to be in our bed.”
You give him a dopey smile your head leaning back not able to see his face well but able to see the glint in his eye and the tightness in his jaw. “I ended up in hers first.” You say thinking of last night. You bring your hand to his face and give him a pat he grabs your wrist and starts sucking on your fingers. His cheeks hollow in and tongue swirl around. He’s able to do this and continue to pump his fingers into your pussy with out a misstep.
The bed dips again and Leah had crawled back in place her hand finding your shorts and pulling them and your underwear off in one go. You spread your legs wider and she lays on her stomach in front of you. Your breathing becomes heavy and you grip tight onto the sheets. Leah rest her head on your knee her fingers strumming up and down the opposite leg. Scott removes his fingers, glossy with your essences and brings it to you. You pull his fingers into you mouth with your tongue and clean him off, tasting the musk of your lust.
“I don’t think I’m the filthy little thing,” Leah starts. “She might not be a groupie but she is a slut.” You can’t respond Scott’s fingers are still in your mouth but you nod.
“You are a slut.” She laughs. Her long slender fingers flutters over your slit and you buck your hips. Your pussy is a pulsing dripping mess desperate for relief. Scott removes his hand from your throat and his fingers from you mouth and crosses his arms around your waist and holds you tight to him.
“Please! Please! I need something…please.” You beg holding onto his arms and looking down the barrel of Leah’s wicked smile.
“What do you need.” She asks.
You sob out a pathetic response, “Both of you. Fuck me and suck me.” You feel Scott’s body jolt under you and Leah licks her lips. You need to be fucked you can’t keep up with the teasing.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Scott says. He releases his hold on you and your body drops, you’re tenser than you realized and when you turn to look at him the stretch feels good.
“How do you want me?” You ask them and Leah rearranges herself to lying on her back with a pillow under her head to give her reach and you hover over top of her in a 69 style your ass up and facing the headboard. Scott had removed his renaming clothing and pulls a condom from his bag.
You watch him. His muscular arms and hard stomach, the farmers tan and bruised skin. He not as hairy as you expected, his chest relatively bare but a dark curly patch at his stomach going into his groin. The men back home you’ve hooked up with are often big on manscapting but you like the dirtiness that comes with less upkeep. He rolls on the condom, his cock long and skinny, twitching in his hand and flush with his stomach.
He comes to the bed and moved behind you. His hands grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. Leah’s hand holding onto the outside of your thighs. Scott’s hand presses into your lower back angling you downward and opening your pussy to him.
“Are you ready?” He asks.
Looking back at him you reply, “Yes.”
You feel his head at your entrances, feel him push in spreading you open. Clenching to the sheets a long moan spilling from your lips, then you feel Leah’s tongue on your pussy. Your body tightens, muscles contracting in, your walls squeezing around Scott’s cock. Leah use her tongue in delict curls, over your spread pussylips and teasing your clit. You start to move, needing more, wanting more.
Scott grips your hips and matches your movements, thrusting into you as you thrust back. Leah’s sucks, licks and uses her fingers at one point Scott pulls out completely and Leah’s tongue spikes into you, then Scott thrust back in hard and all the way causing you to cry out. The sound of skin hitting skin, your breathy moans, Leah’s wet mouth and Scott’s filthy remarks fills the room. And the squeaky bed frame.
You drop to your elbow pushing you hair out of your way you look down in-between Leah’s legs. Her pussy is wet, glistening and pretty enough to eat. You brush over the entrance with your finger and feel her stop her assault to groan in pleasure. You move fast, your fingers playing her pussy like it’s a guitar. Leah hump into your hand her feet pressing into the mattress and then her mouth wraps around your clit and she sucks hard.
Groaning and dropping your head on to the bed your body shakes. Scott keeps up his brutal pace, in all the way to the base, out to the tips back in, your skin rippling, sweat dripping down your temple and tickling your back.
Changing hands and shifting to your other elbow you plunge your fingers, two, into Leah’s wet and ready pussy. She sucks you in and squeezes around them. You twist and curl and when you hit the right spot her body spasms and she releases your clit with a pop. Scott curses his body falling forward over your back, he’s shaking and kissing across your shoulder blades. You give a smile and kiss Leah’s thigh continuing your fingering adding a third and fanning them out, opening her up more.
Leah, as you’ve leaned gives as good as she takes. So when Scott pulls out of you, she fills in where he left. The pad of her tongue pressing into your gapping pussy and rolling it. Her fingers coming to your overly sensitive clit. Even though Scott had his orgasm he wasn’t done, he came up next to you. You take the opportunity to shift, dropping down to your side your back pressing into his chest. Leah follows her leg hitching around both of you.
“Eat her.” Scott says into your ear. “She loves a women’s tongue on her cunt.” You take his word to heart and kiss her pussy in fast little kisses. She groans and tightens her hold with her leg. Scott’s hand comes to the back of your neck and presses your face into her holding you there. You don’t mind.
“Fuck, you sound so good. You like this don’t you. Such a messy eater.” He says to you. You choke back your sob wrapping your whole mouth over her and sucking, your hand wrapping around her leg to hold her still when Scott starts bobbing your head into her. Leah pinches your clit and you jerk into her face unable to stop the rush coming over you.
It white hot and leaves you still. You can see yourself in the aftermath between the two of them. Scott pulling you away and kissing greedily his tongue pushing into your mouth tasting his girlfriend off your lips. Leah breathing heavily her red hair damp with sweat coaxing your release out of you, her fingers brushing over your pussy in a soft gentle nature so different to the sex the three of you just had.
When you come back to your body you’re hot, sticky and sore. It’s still to bright and early in the day to got to bed but you can’t imagine going back to the party after this. Scott gets up first pulling out a couple towels from his bag and tossing them to you and Leah. You clean yourself and eventually move to sit up on the bed. Modesty would have you covering up, but you look good naked so you don’t.
“So did I make the club? You ask.
“The threesome club?” Leah asks.
You guffawed, “Please I’ve been a card carrying member of that club for awhile. I mean groupie.”
“Depends, groupies stick around the whole season. How long do you plan to be here.”
You roll your eyes, “Sadly as much as I like the idea of just hanging out here and having sex with you two I’ll be on my way to Nevada tomorrow. Grand Canyon’s waiting for me.”
“What time tomorrow?” Leah asks.
“Oh no real time limit, I have three weeks before I’m due to head home. And I need to make it to the west cost.”
Leah gets up, still naked, her skin flushed and a bite mark bruising on her shoulder, Scott’s doing. She heads to the bathroom, “Plenty of time for a second interview. Join me in the shower for it. Scott can listen in.”
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Summary: Finally after some work Lois and Clark get to have there long weekend away. No kids, no work and no Superman. Just the two of them at an isolated cabin in Michigan where they will live out some of their filthiest fantasies. However being parents mean they're always available and does Superman really ever take a day off and when a story fall on their lap are they going to ignore it.
CW: Porn with Plot, Established Relationship, Nipple Play, Lactation, Lingerie, Safe Sex.
WC: 6K
AN: Second chapter! Again I've had this written for a while just not on her but I'm almost done with the story. Hope you all like and I can't wait for this Friday to see Supergirl!
Friday
Clark is awake. Lois doesn’t know or at the very least doesn’t care. She’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth and hair and even put on some lip gloss, cherry scented. She had changed too, from his undershirt she had thrown on after her second bath and fell asleep in. Now she wore a bright yellow high waited one piece lingerie. It is new, the cut showing off the heart shape of her butt and the V in front the perfect frame for her breast. He palms his cock, slowly waking up to the visual arousal of his wife running around in sexy underwear.
When they had first started dating and moved to staying the night at each others apartments she would do this. Sneak out of bed before he woke, make herself clean and pretty and sneak back into bed. He was always aware of this but it made him feel special, that she cared so much about her impression to him first thing in the morning. Seeing her do it again after all these years that feeling he could feel it again, square in his chest.
She comes back to bed, tucking her self back into the comforter that they borrowed from another bedroom as the original one was drying in the basement. She slides herself into him her butt pressing into his lower stomach moving down and perching at his groin. Rubbing into him. Another one of her tricks as if he couldn’t smell her want. He doesn’t even make it thirty seconds before he’s all over her. His hand grasping her thighs, his mouth on her neck moving up to lick around the shell of her ear, his legs pushing between her legs to rub her cunt against his thigh only to discover unobscured heat and wetness. Crotchless.
He moans into her ear biting at it while she arches her back, gasping while bucking into his hard muscles. Pressing his hand into her stomach, holding her still. “Slow down baby. We got all morning.”
“Clark…I want you…so bad right now.” She moans.
“Yeah? Why’s that? Last night not enough for you?” He asks nibbling at her neck and pressing his thigh up against her cunt feeling her wetness seep out.
She groans rubbing herself on him spreading her want. “I was dreaming about us. I woke up so hot.” Her words come out clipped and huffy and when she turns her head to face him she takes his lips and uses her teeth. She’s pulling out all her tricks today.
He grabs her by the waist and pulls her on top of him, she scrambles to twist herself and fits against him nicely, her hands wrapping around his neck the filly lace scratching against his chest and stomach and her cunt still press snugly against his thigh, her thigh caught between his legs pressing against his cock. She kisses him hard pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Clark with his hands on her hips, fingers digging into her butt begins bouncing her on his thigh. Her breathing skips as her nails dig up into his scalp and the scratch of them sounds like thunder in his ears sending a jolt all the way through him. She grinds into the taut muscles riding his thigh squeezing her legs around him. He can feel her stomach tighten can smell the wave coming, she arches away and he watches her face. Her brows knit together her mouth open and the long moan of her orgasm.
She keeps bucking herself on him as she rides through it her movements erratic. She tucks her head into his shoulder her breathing heavy and body shaking. He hold her brushing her hair from her face and kisses her temple. Laughing he says, “Must have been some dream. Got you all ready for me, I barely had to work for that one.”
“Who needs foreplay when your mind does it for you.” She says. “But we do have all morning and that was a little one.” She sits up pulling her leg out from between his and sits across his groin, his cock still hard and throbbing even more so when she sets her messy cunt on him.
“Gosh…Lois your going to be the death of me.”
She laughs looking down at him. “Don’t worry during your eulogy I’ll let every know you died doing what you love. Fucking me.”
He groans as she starts rubbing herself on his cock, right along her slit her wetness being soaked by his boxers and leaving a mark. His cock was leaving one too and angry it was so close to it favorite place but so far. He brings his hand up to her lingerie, the sunshine yellow a color he loves on her but she doesn’t wear often.
“This is new.” He says his finger tracing down the seam before looping and pulling to the side to show off her breast. Motherhood had changed her breast, they were bigger, longer too and sensitive. He loves her body, how it changes and ages. She had been so self conscious after the birth of both their kids and he understood why it is human. But he is always going to want her, want this soft, hard, sexy, ugly, hot, cold, healthy, sick body and the women inside it. Who breaths life into his.
“Yeah, the color reminds me of you. Thought you’d like it.”
“I do.” He says his thumb swiping over her nipple. She moans and starts to leak a little a drop of her milk coming down his thumb holding strong at the meat of his palm. They were in the process of waning Jon off but she was still producing, a lot actually, still pumping and donating the excess. He’s tasted it, more then once and there is a difference in the taste from back when Lily was a baby to Jon.
He sits up, adjusting Lois so she’s sitting back and licks the drop from his hand before wrapping his mouth around her nipple. He sucks and more comes out and she grinds against him her head falling back while he swipes his tongue across her nipple.
Bringing his hand down to her cunt feeling her dark curls and gathering some slick from her pussy lips he with feather lightness presses on the hood easing her out. Lois bucks into him her knees pressing into his side. He releases her breast her taste lingering on his tongue and kisses across her chest nipping her skin and leaving little marks for her to wear all weekend.
“Clark…Clark please I-I want you baby. Your cock. Please…please.”
He groans his hand wrapped around her waist tightens as he presses his lips to her neck. “Get the lube. I want to watch you get your cunt ready.” She shudders, tumbling off the bed to get the bag that held all their dirty little secrets.
He pulls off his boxers his cock springs up hitting his lower stomach. He was leaking heavily, the head a bruising red the veins pulsing. Taking it in his hand he rubs himself down a bit of relief to hold him through till he has her.
“Cowgirl? Missionary? Or Doggy?” He asks.
“Cowgirl.” She says.
He arranges the pillows up and takes his seat in the center of the bed and toss the comforter to the floor not wanting to have to clean another one so early in the trip again. His body is vibrating with need, the blood rushing in his ears and pain in his cock, he would not last long.
“Fuck Clark. Why do you have to look so damn perfect.” She says getting back on the bed. Sitting in between his legs and depositing the bottle of lube and condom next to him. She brings her hand to his leg and roams up over his thigh to the V-line or as she calls it his ‘cum gutters’ pressing into it going up into the hard ridges of his stomach. She leans forward putting all her wight into her hands her hair falling forward the sent of her coconut shampoo tickling his nose her face so close to his that when she speaks he can feel the brush of her lips against his. “It’s not fair.”
“I’m not perfect. I have stubby fingers.” He says.
“Ohh I can hear Michelangelo crossing you off his list of models now.” They kiss for a second before she falls back and spreads her legs.
Her cunt is swollen the morning light catching the glistening wetness of the dark pink pussy lips, the dark curls crowning it. She opens the lube spreading some into her hands and then drizzling some over her cunt. His cock twitches and his fingers fidget watching the thick bead travel down her slit, then brings her hand down and spreads herself open. They were always generous with the lube it made penetrating feel so much better though he didn’t like eating her out after, lube even the flavored kind tastes bad. He prefers her natural flavor. Or olive oil, they’ve use olive oil before and that tasted good.
She pushes her fingers in, slow spreading the lube deep. Her body jolts and he sees the heat spread up her. Can pinpoint the breath that turns into a long moan. Watches the concentrated line of her mouth twist into a soft o, her eyelids go heavy, her hair fall back wet with sweat and her neck bobs, the skin irritated and flushed. When he watches her touch herself he is watching all of her. The curl of her toes, the flick of her wrist the strain in her shoulders. A beautiful sight, one she shares with him.
“Get yourself ready.” She says breathily.
He tears open the condom and rolls it down his cock giving himself a squeeze at the base. His hips roll, his muscles tight and ready for relief. Taking the lube from her side he fills his palm and rubs it around his cock feeling his strong fingers flex around himself. He cleans his hand by rubbing the access over his groin knowing that having some where their skin will connect will keep Lois from getting any frictions rashes.
Lois does the same her small hand spreading her fingers over his thighs and ‘cum gutters’ before spreading a little on her own thighs. The way she grabs at her inner thighs and the squishy sound her skin makes as the lube spreads out between her fingers has him biting down on his lip hard.
“Lie back.” She says moving to crawl over him. He does falling onto the bed of pillows. She moves up hovering over him and when her hair falls down in front of his face her takes it in between his fingers smelling it, pressing it to her lips.
“What are you going to do if I go bald?”
“Kiss your scalp.” He says.
She pulls herself upright her cunt hovering over his cock, just barley grazing her opening. He fought to keep himself still, she wants this position, she wants to be the one to bring herself to him. Grabbing his cock he groans and then she begins to rub him against her slit. The head moving up and down her opening her fingers pumping his cock then she pushing him in.
Just the tip, he groans and his hands grab at his hair. He didn’t want to look away from her cunt gaping to house him. Even his tip is a lot, her face cringes with the sting, he should’ve fingered her first. She drops down a bit more, just his head is in her now. She bits her lip one hand still hold him the other spread out over his stomach. Her thighs were quaking mostly due to holding herself up but because of him too.
He brings his hands to her thighs squeezing them between his fingers and he feels the energy of himself encompass her. Its the same energy he uses to keep planes or building from snapping in two when he catches them.
“Ccclark.” She whines. She wants to be in control.
“I’m just h-holding you…up.” He says as she drops a bit more. “F-ocus on talking m-my cock, into your tight cunt.”
She moans no longer having to use her strength to keep her self up she holds firm to his cock and begins to rock her hips. Clark whimpers at the movement, her cunt hot and choking, her hand soft and moving. The motion moves her down him, his own hips rocking with her.
“God…you’re so big. Barely got half of you and I’m so full. You fill me up so good. So…good.” He loves it when she talks to him like this. When she praises him or is desperate for him. She pushes down hard, her legs starting to spread and he jots and she hisses in pain.
“Lois! You can’t go that fast.” He says his hands moving to her hips.
“I know…I know.” She starts. “But I want your cock so bad…so bad and you feel so good…the stings already passed.” She moans her hands coming to his chest, her finger teasing his nipple. “Just a little more.” She grinds down and finally they’re complete.
He throws his head back relishing the feel of her fingers playing with his nipple, her cunt tight and contracting around his cock and she takes one of his hand and brings it to her face kissing his palm before lowering it to one of her breast. He squeezes and she chokes out a moan.
Lois starts to move. Short little bounces. Not to much range of motion but the sound of her butt slapping down on him and the press of her fingers he starts rolling his hips with her. She makes stuttering little whimpers, cut with ‘yes’, ‘right there’, ‘more.’
He fondles her breast, switches hands to fondle the other, more milk leaks out of her and it pains him he can’t lick it off her. She shifts falling back her arms catching her as she grinds into him at a different angle.
“Golly baby…I wish you could see sexy you look. Baby.” Her head is thrown back and she’s riding him her lingerie open, her breast swaying with the motion, her milk having leaked all down her torso, her cunt gaping around his cock.
Using his x-ray vision he watches himself insider her, his cock pricing her and her folds squeezing him for everything he’s worth. (Like what he had done to her breast) The spring in his body breaks and his muscles contract and shouts her name his hands holding tight to the sheets.
He comes and he can see himself filling up the condom. He adjust his eyes and grabs her waist, sitting himself up and still feeling himself coming and rocks her on him. Her legs move to wrap around him while she lays sprawled out over his.
She’s groaning, eyes closed and so close. He can feel her contracting around him. Her walls pulsating to the beat of her heart and he sees her face make her o face for the second time in twenty minutes. Kissing her chest he feels her come her body tightening then relaxing. Her arms going limp and falling complete back onto the bed.
They’re both breathing heavily and while he doesn’t get sore or tired he feels a sleepiness coming over him. Pulling his legs from under her he pulls himself out; removes the condom tying it off and tossing it in trash can. He cleans himself off then returns to Lois who hasn’t moved.
“You’ll need to go to the bathroom soon.” “I will. But you fucked me so good I’m ready for bed.”
“Well a good fuck still comes with the risk of UTI’s.” He says. She peeks at him but eventually gets up and does her business before returning to the bed no longer in the lemon color lingerie but an old t-shirt of his. She climbs into bed garbing the comforter with her and cuddles herself in.
“Only wake me up with food or more sex.” She says. He laughs pushing her hair from her face and kissing her cheek. She was out in the time it took him to get up off the bed.
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Clark drove into town while Lois slept. Stopping at the local grocery store to stock up for the weekend. He considered himself a good cook and he loves sharing his food with people. He truly believes cooking for Lois is what kept her around when they first started dating, when they were still just co-workers he’d share his lunch with her on the days she hadn’t brought any and didn’t have time to pick something up. Home made Chinese after working late was; in his mind their first date. She considers Sunday morning brunch two weeks later their first date.
Walking down the aisle he put together the meal he’d make for her tonight. He already had the orzo, seasoning packets, and broth. When he headed to the produce he grabs a bag of brussel sprouts and one head of garlic, off the sale rack.
Two older men sat in a little alcove off the deli counter talking loud so even though he wasn’t trying he heard them.
“I’m telling you Craig I was in my deer stand real early in the morning, had my bow and was just waiting. I had maybe been out there all of twenty minutes when a deer came shooting down the ridge, something had spooked it right towards me. I draw my bow and then a leopard. An actual leopard the kind you see in the zoo came running through these here Michigan woods. I about fell out of my stand.”
“It was probably a mountain lion with spots,” said Craig sipping his coffee.
“I’m telling you a leopard. Haven’t been back out in those woods since.”
“It reminds me of that story my son told me a couple years back,” Says the deli women. “He and his friends were out in the wood smoking pot and they all started freaking out thinking they were hearing a gorilla. They came running back into my house like bats out of hell.” She stops and realize Clark is at the counter. “Sorry Doll what can I get’ya.”
“Can I get a half a pound of sweet country ham and a half a pound of the smoke swiss.” He says. The women nods.
“You’re a tall man and new. You renting one of the new cabins out on Watercress Road?” Asked the first guy.
“Yeah me and my wife but were on the north side of the lake, Lake Lane rentals.”
Both men perk up. “Ah Willa and her daughters property. Good on you young man supporting a local. Willa’s about the only one who hasn’t sold out to some of those big shots from out east. You and your lady come to the lakes sports rentals I’ll give you two the local price. Just ask for Jim.”
“Here Doll anything else.” He takes the deli and ask for some macaroni salad and pickle onions.
“I’ll let her know but she’s more of a enjoy nature from inside not in it.” The two men laugh.
“Well the offer still stands. If your able to convinces her to go on a hike be careful there’s a leopard on the lose.”
“There is not. Don’t believe him our woods are very safe. Bear season is over so the worst you’ll come across is a feral cat colony.”
The men go back to arguing and the deli attendant hands him the rest of his food. Clark grabs a few more snacks and chicken for dinner. Driving through town he takes in the charm, it reminds him of Smallville, busier with tourism being such a large part of the community. He sees a group of kids heading into an old school arcade and bowling ally and next door to it is a pizza place. Stopping he orders him and Lois lunch and grabs a brochure of things to do on the lake. As he waits he feels a rumble coming down the road. A couple cars outside alarms go off as a cop car escorts a large truck down the center of the main street.
“Dang it. Excuse me I got to go shut off my car alarm.” Says the front counter girl. She races out and Clark watches the truck continues down the street. Its massive, hauling heavy machinery an oversize load banner across it’s back a second cop car following behind it.
“Pretty big truck,” He says as the girl come back in.
“Yah, they drive through ever couple week. My dad hates it though, says our roads aren’t built for weight like that.”
“What are they doing?”
She shrugs, “Something I think with land. Some company has been buying up a lot of land, here and the next town over. They tried to get lake side property. Last year me and my class went to the town hall to give our reasons against the purchase, got extra credit in civics. And city counsel agreed not to sell any of their ownership.”
“Well that’s good. Hey is there a coffee shop in town I haven’t seen one.”
“Open Curtains Coffee, it’s not on the main street so a lot of tourist miss out but if you go to the only light in town turn left then the next right its there. They’re a bakery too.” She goes to get his pizza and Clark drives back the twenty minutes to the cabin.
When he gets back he can hear Lois is up and in the tub. He quickly puts the food away, grabbing the pizza and a bottle of Lois’s favorite beer, that he chills with his ice breath, and a diet Pepsi for himself. She’s in the outdoor tub, much larger and straight out of the 80’s but its well taken care of and looks out down the canopy of trees and the crescent sliver of the lake so blue it looks like a piece of sky had fallen.
Her back is to him water dripping down her skin and a rather large hickey is forming on her neck. Her hair is up but damp, she must’ve taken a shower first and the water is cloudy with the smell of Epson salts and lilac. He can see her legs laid out and the curve of her butt, her skin pink from the heat of the water.
The sight of her takes his breath away every time.
“Keep looking. I know I’m an art piece.” She turns her head giving him a smile.
“Lunch for the lady.” He says offering her the pizza, setting it on a wooden bench, then cracking open her beer and handing it to her.
“Thank you kind sir, I’m absolutely ravenous.” She takes a gulp and tearing into a slice of pizza. “You know. This tub is soo big and soo deep, and I’m drinking. Dangerous. You should get in, hold me in your arms so I don’t slip and drown.”
He laughs but unclothes and steps in. The water is warm but he shivers still goosebumps running up his legs and body till he’s submerged to just under his chest. Lois comes to him resting her back against him and he wraps one arm around her holding her securely.
“No risk of drowning now.”
They eat and cuddle and Clark reheats the water when it starts to go cold. He’s holding her at her stomach thumb running along the c-section scare. Jon had been born through cesarean after a nearly 20 hour labor it wasn’t as chaotic as Lily’s birth but waiting was tedious and Lois most likely due to the chaotic nature of Lily’s birth was adamant about sticking to her birth plan.
“Can you believe this time last year you were pregnant with Jon.” He says cupping her stomach remembering the swell and the feeling of feeling him kick. “He’s going to be one in October.”
She makes a sound, “Don’t remind me. I cried for ten minutes when I went through his baby clothes to donate. Jon wasn’t a small baby but seeing what he use to wear at three months I can’t imaging him being so small.”
Clark laughs pressing his lips into her hair. Lily and Jon both took after him. They were both chunky, Lily was thirteen pounds and 4 ounce and Jon, Jon had come out a whopping sixteen pounds and 8 ounces. The Planet’s bet pool had gone crazy and Jimmy had won. And Clark had up his push present by another hundred dollars.
“I know, Jon turning one, Lily about to start school. I’m going to miss having a baby in the house.”
She turns pressing her hands on his chest her face unamused. “I swear if you’re about to suggest we have another baby you can sleep on the couch the rest of the weekend. I don’t care there are three bedrooms.” He looks at her furrowed brows and straight lips.
Pressing his forehead to hers he spoke. “I like the size of our family how it is now.” Which is true. Lois, Lily, Jon that’s perfect. It’s more then he thought he would get and having them now he can’t imagine life with out them. “Just wish they could stay babies forever.”
“Me too. Everyone thinks you’re going to be the mess when we take Lily to her first day of school but I know it’s going to be me. And what if people are mean to her, she so sweet.”
“She is sweet and friendly and kind, and a good sister and friend and daughter.” He says.
“You don’t have to repeat your morning affirmations to me, I hear you do them with her in the bathroom. But Clark Lily looks so different from her classmates, she’s not even seven and she’s already taller then most nine year olds and she’s…” Lois tappers off and he scrunches his face. “She’s fat.”
He gives a long sigh, this isn’t the first time this conversation has come up. Lily takes after him, he was a tall fat kid until puberty hit then he shot to 6’4 and all that extra weight melted off. He was positive that the same would happen to Lily.
“She isn’t fat Lois just big for her age.”
“Fat isn’t a bad word Clark and I want Lily to see it as neutral. Like being sick or having curly hair is neutral. But when she starts school it’ll be a harder fight, and honestly I’m more worried about the adults then the kids. My own dad made a comment about how much she ate and I held off my blowup until after Lily was distracted. I didn’t want her to associate me being angry with negative feelings about food. And all those packing lunch videos I watch online and how judgmental people are about mothers packing so much food for their daughters.” She was getting worked up, Clark could hear her heart beating faster. He sat up pulling Lois closer to him and hugging her and she rest her chin on his shoulder.
“I know your worried that she’s going to meet some bully and that bully is going to destroy her self worth but firstly, mine and her morning affirmations, it’s proven to boost the confidences of participants. Secondly she has a loving family who tell her she is smart and beautiful all the time and thirdly if an adult wants to make you their enemy then they aren’t very smart. And lastly the internet is the worst place to see honest human interaction and opinions, you and I both know anger and controversy sells.”
Lois pulls away her heart rate coming back to normal. “You’re right. Most people aren’t as bad as they seem and Lily has more confidence in her pinky then I did my entire seventh and eighth grade year. Probably why in ninth grade I started hanging out with the older boys who gave me attention, to young and naïve to understand an 18 year old interested a 15 year old was weird.”
“If I had been at your high school back then I would tell you how incredibly beautiful and smart you are.”
“You would have been to nervous to talk to me.” She says giving him a smile. He shrugs and agrees with her laying back and pulling her with him. They sit until the sun moves out from the tree line and the water starts getting cold.
“I think it’s time for me to get out. I’m pruning.” She moves to get up, him passing her a towel and he follows after her. They dry off together and when she grabs her hair brush he speaks.
“Can I brush you hair?”
Her eyes crinkle and a flirty light shines in them and his balls tighten cock already partially hard from the bath. “Sure.”
He pulls the lounge chair from its corner in the bedroom to the side of the bed and has her sit. She’s still in her towel, shoulders bare and pink. Her hair was still up but some flyaways had falling lose and a singular drop of water flows off her hair over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm.
When he grasp her shoulders she shudders and he feels the goosebumps spread. She’s cold. Bringing his head down to the back of hers he breaths hot air onto her and she sighs stirring in her chair. Pressing her legs together, her hands rubbing over her exposed arms. He meets them and warms up her arms his chest tightening and his vision blurring at the edges.
He pulls on the hair tie and it gives easy her hair tussling out across her back. Her coconut sent fills his nose and he licks his lips, flexing his hand, pumping them, calming them so he can began. Taking the brush, a simple everyday brush she uses for travel he starts at the ends.
Small slight brushes, slow and gentle. The scratch of the bristles against the hair sends a tingle down his back. Moving up working out the knots being easy, she relaxes back and he pushes in his seat. His cock was nearly fully hard the pulsing in tandem with the tingling he fells spreading over his shoulders and down his chest. He can smell her want, can feel the heat pooling at her center.
He holds locks of her hair as he moves up running his fingers through the silky softness. His skin burns when he touches the back of her neck, moving along her hair line to her jaw tilting her head back. Her eyes are closed, cheeks red, the towel loosening and revealing the top of her breast. Never mind she had been naked and he had a perfect view of them in the bath. Licking his lips and keeping his hand on her chin he brushed her hair back. The ends tickle his legs and his cock hides behind it like a curtain.
Clark had discovered his enjoyment of brushing Lois hair late in their relationship. When they were trying to get pregnant and everything was planned out and very little room for romance or fun. She would sit and brush her hair before, smoothing it out before putting it in a ponytail. One night he had asked if he could brush her hair and she had let him. The sex they had that night was the least clinical they had had in awhile. He likes to think the intimacy of that is what got them back in a grove.
After that it became a common occurrence. He would brush her hair at night, not every night but most, sometimes it would lead to sex and sometimes it was service. Something he likes doing and she likes receiving, he also liked doing it as part of aftercare. Watching her face relax, her body go limp and fall asleep against his chest. He also likes that it turns her on. Gets her blood boiling, her body frigidity and her cunt dripping. Like now. Steve was right this trip is all about sex.
He sets the brush aside and starts rubbing small little circles with his thumb at the back of her neck his fingers massaging her shoulders. She sighs and he kisses her temple moving his hands down and opening up her towel. She shudders at the cold air and squirms.
Smiling against her ear he whispers, “Open your legs up form me baby.”
“Clark.” She whimpers but does so anyway hooking one leg on the arm of the chair the other spreading out pressing onto the wood floor. He ghost his hand down her body, his lips also traveling to her neck and kissing and sucking the skin. Another hickey to match the one on other side.
He runs the pad of his finger over her slit before moving up to her clitoris and tapping in quick but even movements, walking her up. His other arm wraps around her, cupping her breast and he mirrors his tapping with her nipple. Lois grunts pushing back into the chair and if it hadn’t been up against him it would have fallen back.
“Yes…more..mhh,” her breathing hitched as he goes faster back arching and a long moan spills from her lips. He bites her ear, pinching her nipple and twisting it in between his thumb and pointer finger.
“You look so good baby.” He starts his chest press up against the back of the chair. His own breathing becoming shallow and loud. “Such pretty noise you make for me.” She respond with a little chocked gasp.
He pushes two fingers into her, her head falls onto his shoulder and he watches her mouth form the little o and a similar sound. Using his palm to grind her clit while his fingers curl and scissor in her she starts bucking into his hand. Her arms come up to wrap around him in an awkward hold her nails scraping at his shoulders and neck finding purchase in his hair and pulling it hard.
The jolt of his hair being pulled tips him over and he just barley manages to grab his towel to catch the cum keeping it from getting into his hair or the back of the chair. She doesn’t last much longer after him, feeling her body tense seeing her stomach muscles flex and hearing the long curses come from her mouth.
He removes his hand from her cunt and cleans it on the ruined towel then wraps both his arm around her shacking body. He listens to the sounds of his and her body reset. Their heart rates return to normal, their skin began to repair from the irritation, there blood gets back on course. Lois complains she can’t mark him up, can’t leave bruises or hickeys or bite marks be he can hear his body fixing its self after her. Even right now when he was servicing her orgasm, he still has to repair himself because of what she does to him.
“We’ve had sex four time and I still haven’t gotten you to cuss. I’m losing my edge.”
“Holy smokes Miss Lane. You just knocked my socks off.” He says in his very rarely heard Kansas accent.
“Funny.” She says running her fingers through his hair. “I’m also going to be at bath five. Well two baths and three showers.”
“And we’ll need to do laundry again.” He says in regards to the towel.
The two get up and jump in separate showers as neither are big enough to hold both of them. Once cleaned up again, Lois starts the laundry and take the dry comfort from last night and returns into it proper bed. They call the Conner and the kids to check in with them and spend an hour calming Lily down when they tell her they won’t be there tonight. They have her tell them all the fun things they’ve done and about all the barn cats she’s made friends with and what Conner has planned form them tomorrow and by the end of the call she had forgotten she was ever upset.
The rest of the day is casual. The two of them happy in each others company, finding a puzzle in the living room cabinet to do while they catch up on adult TV, something that doesn’t happen often with young kids. They go on a short walk not worried about, leopards, bears or feral cat colonies. When they get back Clark starts on dinner. Lemon pepper chicken and orzo.
He had just seared the chicken when he hears someone coming up the driveway hurriedly. Lois only reacts when she hears feet on the wooden stairs and then three loud knocks. Turning the stove off he goes to answer while keeping Lois back. A women not much younger then them stands on the other side looking frantic, eyes wide hair a mess.
“I’m sorry for disturbing your evening but have you seen a little girl. Blonde hair, jeans and pink t-shirt, nine years old?” Lois comes up behind him then.
“We haven’t what happened?” He asks his Superman voice taken over.
“Me and my husband we’re in the cabin just down from you. We were grilling out front and going back and forth from the grill and kitchen, our daughter she wondered off. We’ve looked all over the cabin for her and he’s searching the woods nearby and I thought maybe she followed the road up here.” The women says in a panic then starts crying. Lois come around and putting her hand on her shoulder and rubbing her back.
“Hey how long has she been missing. We went on a walk about an hour and a half ago.” When the women goes into the the details Clark slips away to the bedroom. He wasn’t going to pack his suit, this was suppose to be a weekend for him and Lois. But if something happened he wanted to be ready.
Changing quickly he shouts to Lois and the women ‘I’m going to check the area around our cabin,’ then went out the back door and listens. It was late but just now getting dark, many people were still out on the trails, packing up down by the lake. He first cut out the noise not in the immediate area, then filtered out animal and adult voice. Focusing on different areas, closes to the neighboring cabin then out.
‘Mommy? Daddy?’ He’s there as soon as the words are muttered. The girl is dirty and missing a shoe and tears streak her face. She had wondered halfway down the hill side to the lake, the women said they had been looking for her for about 30 minutes but she had most likely been gone for about an hour if not longer.
“Hey. My names Superman. What’s yours?”
The little girl looks up at him clenching her shirt so tight her muddy and scrapped fingers were white. She chocks out a name, ‘Jasmine.’
“Okay Jasmine, I’m going to take you back to your mommy and daddy they are very worried about you. Are you hurt.”
She shakes her head no. “Something followed me.”
He stops then feels around them and realizes they are being circled.
Goodmorning to the Anthropic Claude AI training scraper that suddenly decided to request 660 thousand pages (exactly the number I had remaining on the starter plan) and brought Pikiwedia down.
Sudden switch from diverse user agents like chrome, safari, messenger preview to Just Claudebot. I'm not even mad though, this is maybe the funniest thing possible, because I've inadvertently poisoned their training data with thousands of fucked up articles with normal urls.
Pikiwedia perseveres, back up with a better robots.txt. I hope Anthropic has a gery vood time with Pikiwedia's data :))
Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.
Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
I don't want to buy mass-produced garbage from a big box store so I go to etsy but half of etsy is now dropshipped mass-produced garbage or AI slop so I go to the local arts and crafts street market but a ton of those booths are also selling the same generic plastic objects or identical stickers or 3D printed dragons so WHERE do I buy real trinkets and art from sincere freaks
Yesterday, Joan Sebastian Guerrero — a 26-year-old from Colombia with a wife and 3-year-old daughter — was killed by an ICE agent in Biddeford, Maine. Guerrero was authorized to work in the United States and had been issued a Social Security number, according to the Maine Immigrant Rights Coalition.
Last Tuesday, Lorenzo Salgado Araujo — a 52-year-old Mexican immigrant who had lived in Houston for 35 years, running a small business — was killed when driving to work with three other men. Agents with Immigration and Customs Enforcement began following him and shot him after they said he failed to stop his vehicle.
We may never know exactly what happened to Guerrero or Araujo because, as with Renee Good and Alex Pretti in Minneapolis, ICE’s accounts of both killings have been contradicted by eyewitnesses. ICE says the victims “weaponized” their vehicles — the same excuse they used to murder Renee Good. In none of the cases were agents using body cameras.
Trump is turning America into a police state. His forces are ICE and Border Patrol, the National Guard and the U.S. Army, and the Drug Enforcement Administration and the FBI. Here’s a quick summary:
1. ICE and Border Patrol (Department of Homeland Security)
From early 2025 through mid-2026, federal immigration agents have fired on more than 20 people, many of whom were shot in their vehicles. At leastseven of these people died. In some cases, video evidence has undermined the accounts initially provided by federal officials.
Over the same period of time, more than 50 people have died in ICE custody, often because authorities refused to treat acute medical conditions.
Meanwhile, the Justice Department is bringing charges of “domestic terrorism” against Americans who have protested against ICE.
Eight people were recently convicted in Texas of “domestic terrorism” following an incident last year in which a police officer was shot during an anti-ICE protest outside the Prairieland Detention Center. A ninth defendant in that case, Ines Soto, was sentenced to 50 years in prison for “providing material support to terrorists” because he had transported political pamphlets in his car; his wife, Elizabeth Soto, was also sentenced to 50 years. Seven others convicted at trial received sentences ranging from 30 years to 100 years in prison for Benjamin Song, a former Marine reservist convicted of attempted murder.
2. National Guard and federal troops (Department of Defense)
ICE isn’t the only federal police force killing Americans. Authorities in Memphis are investigating the second fatal shooting in four days of a city resident by federal agents sent there to to deal with crime and drug enforcement. Two days earlier, two National Guard members killed Tyrin Johnson, 20. At least two other people have been killed by federal agents in Memphis over the last two months.
Trump established the federal task force on crime by executive order last year, sending federal troops and law enforcement agents to Democratic-run cities that he claimed were overrun with crime. All four of the Memphis deaths have occurred in the last two months.
Federal agents and National Guard troops remain in Memphis and in Washington, D.C. On Friday, a Pentagon official said the National Guard will remain activated in Washington through Inauguration Day 2029 “until law and order are fully restored in our Nation’s Capital.”
3. The FBI and the Drug Enforcement Administration (Department of Justice)
The Tennessee Bureau of Investigation said that one of the shootings in Memphis was done by an agent from the Drug Enforcement Administration. The DEA, part of the Department of Justice, is targeting drug trafficking in many U.S. cities.
The FBI, also part of the Justice Department, is doing drug raids in U.S. cities. Its recent efforts include “Operation Hard Ball” this July in Los Angeles and Sacramento; “Rancho San Pedro Takedown,” also this July, involving federal agents in Los Angeles; “Operation Powder Island” this July, supposedly targeting a Georgia-based network that extends to Atlanta, Jacksonville, Charlotte, Dallas, and Buffalo; and “Minneapolis Gang Takedowns” in June and July, against Minneapolis street gangs.
4. Trump’s Police State: Blurring the lines
The Trump regime has blurred the lines between federal immigration enforcement, federal crackdowns on crime, and federal enforcement of drug laws. Trump has often — baselessly — equated immigrants with violent criminals, and violent criminals with drug smuggling.
This was Trump’s message last October when he told American troops that he would send “more than the National Guard” into cities. “We have cities that are troubled, we can’t have cities that are troubled. And we’re sending in our National Guard, and if we need more than the National Guard, we’ll send more than the National Guard, because we’re going to have safe cities … . We’re not going to have people killed in our cities. And whether people like that or not, that’s what we’re doing.”
In the same speech, Trump defended U.S. military strikes against small vessels from South America suspected of smuggling drugs. So far, U.S. military strikes on such vessels have killed more than 210 people, without evidence they’re involved in drug smuggling.
Some of these activities may be legitimate. What’s troubling is the size and scope of Trump’s federal police state — now involving ICE and Border Patrol from the Department of Homeland Security; the National Guard and the U.S. Army from the Department of Defense; and the FBI, Drug Enforcement Administration, and federal prosecutors from the Justice Department.
We have no way of knowing what training these forces have received to deal with civilian populations inside the United States, who is deploying them and what criteria are being used to select places for their deployment, what controls and limits have been placed on them, and whether any of them will be deployed at polling places on November 3.
It is time we got some answers. The United States has never before had a federal police force.
5. The People Respond
Many communities across the nation are organizing in response. In Minneapolis: Memphis; Washington, D.C.; Houston; Los Angeles; Chicago; Atlanta; Portland, Maine; and elsewhere, people are mobilizing to protect one another.
They are also preparing for the midterm elections. They are determined not to be intimidated. Nor will they be goaded into violence.
Adam Serwer’s words from his Atlantic article published on January 26, just days after Alex Pretti’s murder, bear repeating. They’re relevant beyond Minneapolis.
“The secret fear of the morally depraved is that virtue is actually common, and that they’re the ones who are alone. In Minnesota, all of the ideological cornerstones of MAGA have been proved false at once. Minnesotans, not the armed thugs of ICE and the Border Patrol, are brave. Minnesotans have shown that their community is socially cohesive—because of its diversity and not in spite of it.
Minnesotans have found and loved one another in a world atomized by social media, where empty men have tried to fill their lonely soul with lies about their own inherent superiority. Minnesotans have preserved everything worthwhile about ‘Western civilization,’ while armed brutes try to tear it down by force.
No matter how many more armed men Trump sends to impose his will on the people of Minnesota, all he can do is accentuate their valor. No application of armed violence can make the men with guns as heroic as the people who choose to stand in their path with empty hands in defense of their neighbors. These agents, and the president who sent them, are no one’s heroes, no one’s saviors — just men with guns who have to hide their faces to shoot a mom in the face, and a nurse in the back.”
