She seems so familiar?
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The
girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp
skin of her back. Although I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little
more, I didn’t want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around
for her sweater when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking
it up, I recognized it as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing
around her waist. At some point while we were having sex, the ribbon had
come undone and the tail fell off.
“You've lost your thingy” I said.
“My thingy?”
“Here” I said, giving her the furry tail.
“My
lucky tail; Here, you keep it,” she whispered, “and think of me.” She
handed it back to me and gave me one more kiss. After the kiss, her lips
stayed near mine, as if she was hesitating. “But; If you want; I'd;
really like to spend the night with you”
‘Spend the night’ didn’t
mean just more sex, it also implied waking up together. It was as close
to asking me who I was as was allowed. It meant I wasn’t the only one
who felt something special had happened here tonight.
“Little
lamb, I wouldn’t want anything else” I whispered, “But; I can’t. Not
yet. There’s something I have to do first; I…” I didn’t know what to
say, how could I tell this girl that I loved her, but that I first had
to dump my girlfriend of three years, and not sound like a complete
douchebag?
I tucked the wooly tail in my pocket and got up. We
didn’t say another thing while we dressed ourselves and reluctantly got
ready to part. I hesitated to let her go while her identity was still a
complete mystery to me.
“I…” I started.
“Shush” she said,
laying her finger on my lips. “It’s okay, I understand; But, if you
change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you in Old Jim's barn. And please,
for God’s sake, be quiet” she whispered. Then she stepped back and
disappeared into the darkness. She was gone, and I missed her already.
Almost immediately she reemerged and gave me one last sincerely
affectionate kiss. Then she disappeared for good, and I was alone.
After
I had gathered my belongings, I sat down on the rock wall and replayed
her words, digesting them and making sure I remembered them correctly.
Despite its obvious intention, it was a strange request. Old Jim, or
uncle Jim as we called him at home, was a grumpy old bastard who was
known to chase people off his property with a loaded shotgun. He was my
mother’s uncle and I knew him well, so he probably wouldn’t shoot me,
but the girl couldn’t know that. Why then would she ask me to go to such
a perilous place? Was she testing me? Did I have to prove my valor by
risking my life to be with her? Or had my rejection angered her and was
she now playing a cruel trick on me?
Then another idea came to
mind. What if she had chosen Jim’s barn because she knew nobody would
look there but me? It was the option I liked best, but I knew there was
only one way to learn her true reasons, and that was to spend the night
together and ask her in the morning. It was another reason on my already
long list to go there, but before I could allow myself to take one step
in the direction of Old Jim’s barn, I had to find Amanda.
Suddenly,
I was feeling terribly guilty. I had cheated on my long-time
girlfriend. Even if Amanda turned out not to be my true love after all, I
still betrayed her when I had sex with that gorgeous lamb. It was an
act I disapproved of wholeheartedly, despised even, and I could not
understand what had come over me to let myself go like that. What made
my infidelity even worse was that I didn’t regret it, and longed to do
it again. Making love with the little blonde, even as rushed and
anonymous as it had been, was so much more intimate and passionate than
it had ever been with Mandy. It had been everything I yearned for these
last months, and much, much more.
I decided that first, I had to
find Amanda and figure out my feelings for her. Only if there really was
nothing worth salvaging, and I had formally broken up with her, would I
allow myself to think about that other girl again. The only problem was
time. I had no idea who the little lamb was or where she lived, I only
knew that she would be waiting for me at uncle Jim’s barn. It meant I
had to hurry if I wanted to see her again. Who knows how long an angel
would wait for someone like me? Half an hour? An hour? Two?
One
thing was clear; if I wasted too much time looking for Amanda, the
identity of the blonde goddess would remain a mystery forever. With
renewed determination to find my girlfriend, I fastened my duffel coat
and hurried off into the darkness. Having already checked all the
familiar places, I decided to revisit the ones I checked first, in case I
had missed her before. My first stop should be somewhere nearby; a
small forest known as Jack’s grove. Hidden in the heart of that dense
group of trees was a little pond and next to it a patch of mossy grass.
It was one of our dearest spots on the island. It was there, on that
secluded pasture, that Mandy and I had made love for the first time. It
was also where I had found Mandy on our first night of sheep-shaggin’,
three years ago.
When I first visited that place, there was a
dressed-up girl hiding by the pool. A lamb I initially thought to be
Mandy, had it not been for the stale taste of cigarettes on her lips and
a coldness in her kiss. While I was still undecided, she quickly broke
off the kiss and a resolute bleating sealed her rejection. That was
three hours ago, but it felt like years had passed since.
It took
me a while to figure out where I was exactly, but then I was off.
Running most of the way, I made it to Jack’s grove in under ten minutes.
As I neared my destination, I heard the sound of male voices hollering
in the dark. I decided to check out the source of the commotion and
headed in the direction of the voices. Maybe I’d find one of my mates,
or someone who might know Amanda’s whereabouts. A couple of yards ahead,
I discovered the clamor of voices originated from inside Jack’s grove.
As
I made my way through the trees, the hollering fell silent for a brief
moment. No longer drowned out by the loud male voices, I could now hear a
series of hoarse moans. It was a girl who was doing the moaning, and
she sounded suspiciously much like Mandy. I could not yet see what was
going on inside the clearing, but the noises that echoed in the forest
left little to the imagination. The loud, lustful moaning was cut off by
muffled gagging and slurping noises, and accompanied by the rapid,
repetitive sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
At last, I
reached the opening in the forest, and the source of the racket. As I
looked through the trees, I saw the small patch of mossy grass was
illuminated by the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. Carrying a lantern or
flashlight was expressly forbidden by the unwritten rules of
sheep-shaggin’, but I did not care about that, because it allowed me to
see what was going on. There were at least thirty guys standing in a
semicircle, drinking beer and scratching their balls as they gazed at
the lewd display that was taking place next to the pond. Peering through
the group of men, I saw a glimpse of not one, but two naked girls, one
of them being Amanda. She was on all fours and had her head buried
between another girl’s long, shapely legs, while some fat guy was
fucking her hard from behind.
I quietly crawled through the brush
to the other side of the pond and hid there in the darkness. From this
position I had an unobstructed view of the action across the water.
There was no mistake, the girl was Mandy. The legs wrapped around her
head belonged to her new friend Diane, also known as the biggest whore
on the island. I did not know the guy that was fucking my girlfriend,
nor did I know either of the two Neanderthals who were having their
cocks sucked by Diane. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls
didn’t know them either.
I had already suspected that Mandy’s
friendship with Diane was partly responsible for the growing divide
between my girlfriend and me. She knew I didn’t like her associating
with people like Diane, and she assured me she had nothing to do with
her, barely even knew her. Like all her lies, I had believed it at the
time. It was only later, when Dave swore me that he himself had seen
them going out together, getting drunk and having fun with guys in bars
that I started to doubt her words.
Now there was no doubt
anymore. She claimed she hardly knew Diane, yet here I was, less than
twenty feet from my whoring soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, watching her lick
Diane’s hairless pussy like it was made of ice cream. I had no idea
Mandy even had any lesbian or bisexual appetites, but it was obvious
Amanda was well versed in the art of eating pussy. She was slurping
lustfully on Diane’s clit and fingered her sloppy hole at the same time.
Her friend was grabbing handfuls of hair and moaned loudly whenever her
mouth wasn’t filled with one or more cocks.
All this time, the
nameless fat guy was pounding away at Mandy’s pussy. His bloated, hairy
belly slammed against her ass with smacking sounds that reverberated in
the forest. After another minute of this brutal fucking, the man
bellowed that he was going to cum. He slammed into Mandy’s ass one last
time and then clenched his butt as he flooded her canal with his sperm.
Amanda didn’t even look up as the guy came inside her, she just kept
lapping and sucking Diane’s pussy.
When he was completely spent,
the guy withdrew his wilting cock, pulled up his pants and staggered
away. A flood of his slimy semen gushed from Mandy’s inflamed pussy and
oozed down her legs. Judging from the amount of cum already dripping
down her thighs, this man wasn’t the first to unload inside her tonight.
Nor would he be the last.
Right then, one of the guys who Diane
was blowing grunted a few words and yanked his cock from her lips. He
pumped his fist up and down his shaft a couple of times and then poured a
dozen squirts of cum into her wide-open mouth. Then he too tucked his
cock back in his pants and stumbled back to his mates in the pasture.
Meanwhile, the other guy was also jacking off and within a couple of
seconds he too ejaculated into Diane’s gaping mouth. After he had added
his load to that of the first guy, Diane closed her mouth and got up.
With
her mouth full of cum, Diane pulled Mandy up on her knees. She grabbed
Mandy’s head and, while the crowd was going insane, let the slimy cum
drip from her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and let her friend feed her
the double dose of cum straight from her mouth. The girls kissed and
swapped back and forth the large mouthful of sperm until Mandy swallowed
it all. She then proudly presented her empty mouth to the audience, and
promptly called out to the crowd for more men to fuck her.
A new
guy walked up to the girls and dropped his pants. I knew the guy, a
total asshole. The girls couldn’t care less about his personality, they
only had eyes for the big, throbbing, pre-cum drooling erection he
offered them. They both jumped at it, but it was Mandy who won. She
gobbled up his cock and really went to town on it. Diane, formerly the
biggest slut on the island, was forced to play second fiddle to her
friend and pupil. All she could do was lick the guy’s balls and asshole,
and hope Mandy wouldn’t have sucked him dry before she had her chance
to blow his cock. To add injury to insult, while my cheating slut
ex-girlfriend was slobbering on the asshole’s cock, a second guy grabbed
her ass and rammed his cock in her sodden pussy.
With Mandy
being fucked from both ends and having no cock inside her herself, Diane
was feeling left out and she also called for more guys, practically
ordering the audience to come and fuck her. A small group of volunteers
emerged from the crowd and not much later she was sucking cock, bouncing
up and down in another guy’s lap while a third guy fucked her ass. With
all her holes stuffed and her role as top slut somewhat restored, Diane
was happy again. The audience was cheering wildly as the five men
proceeded to fuck the girls in all their holes.
I gazed at the
depraved spectacle for maybe fifteen minutes while I was trying to
digest this new information and decide what to do next. I figured I had
only two options; either make my presence known and give Amanda a piece
of my mind, or just leave and forget about her. As I watched her
thirstily gulp down another load of cum and then hoarsely call out for
more, I decided to take the second option. Making a scene would be
humiliating, risky even, and utterly pointless.
Besides, I really
didn’t care that much anymore. I had seen how my cheating girlfriend
was being passed around like a 5-dollar whore and cummed in by one guy
after another. There was no doubt as to whether she was participating
willingly. Whenever Mandy’s mouth wasn’t on a cock or pussy, she was
asking for more guys to fuck her ass or pussy and ordering them to fill
her holes with cum.
I also understood now that the girl I had met
here earlier had indeed been Amanda after all. She undoubtedly had
known who I was when I kissed her, and she chose to reject me. Maybe it
was at that moment that she decided she didn’t want me anymore, or, more
likely, she and Diane already had their little gangbang prearranged,
and she didn’t need me hanging around. Frankly, it didn’t matter, I had
seen enough.
The sounds of Mandy’s infidelity were fading quickly
as I distanced myself from Jack’s grove. My feet carried me away
aimlessly, and soon I was completely alone again, surrounded by silence
and darkness. Once again, my path was cut off by one of the low rock
walls and again I had to decide where to go. But this time, before I
could pick a direction, I first had to determine my destination.
I
sat down on the hard, cold rocks and tried to make up my mind. There
was a lot to think about and I had to clear my head a bit before I made
any rash decisions. I had set out to find Amanda, and I had found her.
Seeing her and discovering her true nature, didn’t make me feel angry. I
didn’t even feel betrayed. I already didn’t want her anymore before I
even entered Jack’s grove. If I felt anything, it was relief that our
decaying relationship was truly and undeniably over.
I pushed my
hands in my pockets and let the furry tail slide between my fingers. The
little keepsake was the only evidence I had that the encounter wasn’t a
dream, that the girl was real and the time we enjoyed together really
happened. The girl’s whispered request to meet her in Old Jim's barn was
firmly etched in my mind. At the time I couldn’t take her up on her
offer, but now that I had declared myself single again, I was morally
allowed to see her, and even spend the rest of the night together. Maybe
I should just go there to see if the girl was really waiting for me.
I
really, desperately wanted to be with her again. Not just for more
awesome sex, but to hold her in my arms, smell her hair and kiss her
lips. And of course, to spend the night together and get properly
acquainted after sunrise.
At the same time, there was another
voice inside my head, warning me that it might not be the best idea to
rush into another relationship just yet. While I couldn’t ignore the
fact that there was wisdom to that voice, the idea that I might lose the
only chance I had to find out who the lamb really was, scared me. It
was almost an hour already since we parted. Bad idea or not, I just had
to go back to her, back to Old Jim’s barn.
But, where the hell was I?
Not
surprisingly, I was once more completely surrounded by darkness. I knew
that behind me was a hayfield and on the other side of the rock wall
border there appeared to be an empty meadow. I could see the stars in
the sky above me, and far away in the distance a few buildings, but no
recognizable landmarks. I climbed over the wall and continued my hike in
the direction of the houses. Maybe I’d know where I was when I got
there, or else there would be a road that would lead me back to
civilization. I made my way through the knee-high grass until I arrived
at a barbed wire fence. As walked along the fence, I had an almost
religious experience.
The building I was heading for was none
other than Old Jim's barn. Fate, or maybe the spirit of Linus, had
guided my feet directly back to my little lamb. There was only one thing
I could do. I hopped over the fence and tiptoed towards the big old
shed.
Uncle Jim was probably asleep, and I happened to know that
his aging watchdog was practically deaf. Still, the dog could see well,
