Note from the author
I've received lots of feedback regarding the lack of character development in the first chapter; the sex depicted was allegedly indiscriminate, without reason and without emotion. Well, that was intentional, and here is why: it is the opinion of this humble writer that in the whole wide world of porn, with all its preferences, fetishes and perversities, not enough attention is given to the specific niche of casual sex. Sex without seduction, without any feelings at all. Sex as an act as common as breathing or eating, where boundaries such as gender, family ties, social status, marital status play no part.
I understand that this series is not for everyone, and I respect that; all I ask is that you respect my fetish and that you let me do my thing in this little town called Heaven. If you truly don't have the stomach for it, feel free to read one of my other stories. Otherwise, have fun!
Who-is-who
: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister, Cindy.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Cindy is engaged to Jason.
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When I got out from under the shower, I headed to my room and put on some fresh clothes; a black bra and matching panties, a red halter top and some skinny jeans. When I got back to the kitchen, Cindy was waiting for me, wearing black mini-boots, a dark grey miniskirt, brown nylons and a white top. She informed me that mom and dad were taking a shower together.
"So, I am meeting Jason later today, but I was hoping we could first spend some time together?"
"I'd like that very much," I replied.
"What, or who, do you wanna do first?" she smiled.
"Let's head into town and take it from there, shall we?" I replied, fighting a smile myself.
We walked over to the bus stop and after Cindy had filled me in on town events and the latest gossip, I started telling her about my bus ride into town, getting both of us horny again. We hopped onto the bus, along with several other people, one of which was a young man - in his late twenties. As we sat down in the front of the bus, facing the back, the young man seemed to be taking a long, hard look around. As I continued telling Cindy in great detail what I had done on my way into town, I kept my eye on him. For some reason, his behavior seemed both suspicious and interesting. After about ten seconds, he walked up to the mid-section of the bus and put down his briefcase, right next to an older lady - probably in her early fifties - who was sitting on a single seat, alone, looking out the window.
After glancing at his watch - probably making sure that curfew was over - he reached out and grabbed one of the hanging straps above the isle, pushing his pelvis visibly closer towards the older woman. As soon as the bus took off, the young man moved his free hand - the one he wasn't using to hold onto - down to his crotch and started fidgeting with it, also drawing the attention of the woman, whose face was barely eight inches away from his crotch. She looked up at him as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his half-hard cock. He slowly rubbed it up and down, getting it big and hard, while he looked out the window. After glancing up at his face and then down at his growing cock a couple of times, the woman turned her head indifferently and simply stared out the window as well. The guy's cock grew and grew and after a minute or so, it had become so big that his hand bumped against the old hag's face with nearly every stroke. As I was having difficulty concentrating on my story, I simply stopped talking.
Unlike everyone else on the bus, the old woman continued to ignore him, even when - after six minutes of furious wanking and regularly bumping his cock or fist against her face - he exploded and started shooting thick, fat strands of cum on her forehead, cheek and nose. Even when he pushed the spurting tip of his cock behind her glasses, the old cum slut simply closed that eye and disregarded him as he creamed that eye shut. At that moment, Cindy cupped my left tit and jiggled it up and down a few times, without taking her eyes off the spectacle. When the young man was out of cum, he pulled back and disrespectfully wiped his tip on her right ear lobe before zipping back up. Next, he picked up his briefcase and sat down two seats behind her. For some reason, I couldn't quite look away and just kept gawking at the woman's face, literally dripping with fresh cock juice.
Suddenly, Cindy gave me a little nudge and whispered, "You're staring!"
I quickly turned my head, found a point of interest outside of the city bus to focus on and tried to wrap my head around what I had just seen. Two stops down the line, the young man got off the bus along with several other passengers. The old cum slut was still on the bus when Cindy and I got off, three stops later, and still hadn't cleaned up any of the spunk on her face.
"Jeez," I said as we crossed the street, "That was fucking hot."
"My my, aren't we sensitive?" Cindy smiled as she gently tweaked my right nipple.
I gave her a shove, as we both laughed, and said, "Go get me a bagel, will ya?"
Cindy glanced at the bakery right in front of us and said, "Are you hungry again? We just had breakfast half an hour ago."
"You mean you had breakfast, I just had a cup of coffee and dad's cock," I replied.
"Fine then. What kind of bagel would you like?"