Listening to Lusty May Ride her September Lover
Monthly Prompt: We heard a few cracks. April said it was probably Septimus slapping May’s fleshy thighs…
I won’t deny I had fun whipping May on our camping trip last August… Nowadays, April and I hardly see her.
Finally, she hooked up with a guy. Which also meant my pole received less attention than normal. Of course April still gave me lots of loving, I don’t know what I’d do without her… wank a lot, probably.
Last week, to celebrate the September solstice, we invited May and her new man for dinner. When I say new man, I actually mean old git! Certainly in the Autumn of his life. Nice enough though.
Over dinner, Septimus, Sept for short — what a name — told us he was born in September and was the seventh son of a seventh son. Apparently, that’s lucky as you are thought to live a long healthy life.
May smiled at him as we all chatted, while thrusting her tits forward, making sure he was kept on sexual alert for the whole meal.
Later that night, they quietly sneaked off hand in hand to our guest room. However, April and I couldn’t sleep for the noise they made…
“Ride me baby doll like I’m a bull in a rodeo,” he encouraged.
“Ah Septimus, take me, fill me up with your loving.”
We heard a few cracks. April said it was probably Septimus slapping May’s fleshy thighs.
Then she screamed out…
“Harder, faster… Big man.”
This was better than a porn audio.
Until, silence. Before May’s voice called for… me!
“Augustus, Augustus, come quick.”
At first, I thought she was mistakenly calling Sept by my name while encouraging him to climax. I have to say with a little bit of assistance I could have shot my load pretty quickly listening to their coupling. But then May literally screeched — Augustus, April — so we jumped out of bed and ran next door.
There was May perched on top of her lover, gorgeous breasts slightly swaying, confusion in her eyes. My cock decided she was inviting us in for a foursome, but then the problem became clear —
He was dead!
It appeared that out of shock, May’s vagina had contracted around his dick. She was unintentionally, internally clasping his penis, with all her might.
We finally calmed her down enough to extract her from the situation, and April took her off to the kitchen for a brandy, telling me to call an ambulance.
Bit late for that… I thought!
September Prompt
New writing prompt time is upon us and the theme is — drum roll:
Twisted May to September Romances
So, age gap relationships gone wrong, kinda thing. Similar to my taster story above. Remember when writing, this is a publication for transgressive fiction.
- The theme can inspire shorter Transgressive Thursday stories or longer featured tales.
- You can use the theme in more than one story over the course of the month.
- We don’t need you to have the prompt as one of your precious tags but please mention somewhere, in the kicker or the subtitle, that you are using the September prompt — so I remember to feature your story in the next prompt newsletter
- Alternatively, forget we have a prompt and give us your best transgressive stories that come from that dark wayward place in your heart. The choice is yours.
We are looking forward to reading your transgressive tales…
Last month the theme was a popular one — Camping! Who doesn’t like to write or read about a disastrous camping trip? I’m sure we’ve all had them!
Thank you so much for sending in your stories…
Have a read of them all here:
Whipping my Wife’s Sister’s Butt in the Wigwam by May More
After ten strikes May was beginning to enjoy the punishment. I could see her slit glistening in the lowering sunlight shining through the opening of the tent.
The Circle Saw Campground by Sonja Glucksberg
I have a special sleeping bag for these occasions. I call it the glory hole. It has a two-way zipper that starts halfway, meaning you can close it up and open it strategically near the middle.
Visitor in the Darkness by Laura Knapke (Nap-Key)
Handing me a bottle out of his worn jacket, I take it from him, taking a big drink. It goes down hard, but warms my insides.
Laura also has a few sexy camping stories over on Micro-Erotica for their prompt: Camping Foursome and Taboo Camping Sex.
The Dying of the Campfire by Paul Mansfield
The last thing I see before meeting eternity are the beasts, with their guns and their camouflaged suits, standing over my sister as they take turns defiling her.
The Nymph in the Woods by Rocky Shores
I was there to absorb as much of this ethereal plane as a mere human could. Having visited this plane of existence before, the beauty I encountered did not surprise me.
Therapy Needed; Camping It Is by Marie A. Rebelle
What they didn’t see was him lifting the back flap of the tent and crawling through the bushes until he reached the trees.
April Through August by Raine Lore
My hand slipped under my loose top. Patchett was right — baggy bits made it difficult to access the knife. I don’t know why I was carrying one again. Hell, I might’ve even sliced off a tit!
The Girl — and the Boy in the Box by May More
After eating a ham sandwich I plucked up the courage to put my hands on the lid. Heart beating. Ready to drop it and run if something jumped out.
The Crackle of the Campfire by Ginger Bangs
“So what are you doing out here, anyway?” the old man asked. “You don’t look to be much of a hunter, as bright as you’ve got that campfire roaring.”
Sweet sixteen, ain’t that peachy keen? by May More
It appears the teenager, who we are unable to name due to her age, stole her father’s shotgun and concealed the weapon within her luggage.
Once again, thank you to everyone who contributed. If I have missed one, please say, and we can amend…
Until next month:
Let each thing you would do, say, or intend, be like that of a dying person.
Marcus Aurelius, The Philosopher King