Oral Fixations

I OVERSLEPT.

I'd awoken at 5:00 in the morning to the sensation of Lilly's lips wrapped around my wood, moaning as she tried desperately to touch her nose to my public hair, gagging decadently on my length. The air reeked of pot and sex. I closed my eyes again and smiled.

'Fuck,' I thought, 'This is absolutely heaven. Thank God I had that accident, thank God my parents sent me to Martin. I really don't want this to ever stop.'

But of course it would have to stop - eventually. The summer was only so long. Although the deeper and deeper I slipped into comfortable familiarity with Lilly, the longer things seemed to drag out. I swear Lilly had make me lunch and sucked my cock a thousand times by now, but It wasn't even the second week of June. It was as if time just slowed down in the sticky southern Mississippi heat. 'Fine with me,' I thought.

"Lilly?" I finally said, slightly confused and groggy. She pulled her head off my cock, gasping for air.

"I'm sorry, stud," she said, "I had the strangest dream. Something was after me. Something... after time, if that makes any sense. I woke up in a cold sweat and saw your morning wood twitching under the covers while you slept. So I smoked a bowl and decided I'd have you for an early breakfast."

She resumed her ministrations on my dick; her green eyes fixed on mine as she licked my shaft playfully. Her skin glowed pale like the moon and, for a moment, it didn't feel like we were in Martin at all.

"Close your eyes, Nephew. Let me fuck you back to sleep."

When I finally woke up again it was a quarter past noon. I smelled bacon wafting in from the kitchen. Stretching and groaning loudly, I rose out of bed and fumbled on the ground for my boxers from last night, but they were nowhere to be found. I grabbed a bathrobe from behind the bathroom door and walked out into the kitchen as I tied the robe around my waist. Lilly stood at the counter wearing my boxers and nothing else. Her sexy french braided pigtails rested gently on her shoulders as she worked slicing up a couple of big purple tomatoes.

"Hey sleepyhead!" She said, bright eyed and smiling.

"Morning, Lilly."

"Afternoon, more like it." She said, pulling two trays of sizzling bacon out of the oven.

"Breakfast?" I asked.

"You fell asleep in the middle of my breakfast," she said. "No, BLT's for lunch, baby." She raised her eyebrows twice, suggestively.

"Yum!" I said. I watched her breasts sway gently as she resumed slicing the tomatoes. 'This.' I thought. 'This keeps happening. It's not something I'd ever associated in my mind before. Her raw sexuality and the preparation of food. But "this" keeps happening. Over and over. And each time it does I get more and more excited by it.'

"So, Lilly, are you from Martin? My Dad wasn't exactly clear on the details of what brought you here."

She set down the kitchen knife and looked up at me expectantly. There was a long pause. "I've lived in Martin my entire life except for the four years I was away at college with your dad," She said, rather stiffly. "My family has been here forever, long before it was called Martin."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Tunica-Biloxi Indians, on my mother's side. There was a different word for this place back then. I can't pronounce it."

She picked up the knife again and started slicing another juicy tomato. She looked at me again with burning expectancy.

"Are we forgetting our duties again, Nephew?" She asked, her words dripping with innuendo.

I chuckled. "Aunt Lilly! You're insatiable!"

"Sex is a life force, and I am in constant need, lover. Be a good boy and come shove that cock in me while I make your lunch."

I don't know if it was the smell of bacon, or her perfect tits, or this strange blending of memory with the present, but I went to her, as if in the throes of a spell. My cock quivered as it swelled beneath my robe. I untied the belt and stood behind her, my hand petting her ass gently as I positioned one of her legs slightly to the side. She stood on her tippy toes to improve my access. I took my throbbing dick and began to glide it slowly over the wet folds of her pussy. She moaned contentedly, her hands still busy assembling our lunch.

"Good boy, put it in."

I did as I was told without a moment's thought. My cock plunged into her depths. She gasped loudly as I took her in one rough, deep thrust.

"Oh fuck. Yes! Give it to me good. Wreck your Aunt Lilly's little pussy. Fucking stretch that tight fucking hole. Rail me. Harder! Oh fuck yes that's it, fucking harder. Really fucking give it to me. Give your filthy cum slut what she fucking needs. God I love your giant cock. Oh God! Yes!!"

Her dirty talk surged through me like a narcotic. Each filthy phrase making my hunger for her burn hotter, forcing me to thrust harder and harder into her as she struggled to assemble our sandwiches.

"Oh holy fuck just like that you're going to make Aunt Lilly cum on your cock! Oh FUCK!" She screamed, setting down the bacon slices she was stacking on top of the tomatoes as her orgasm took hold of her, her ass backing up to meet my relentless thrusts, her pussy juice dribbling down the length of my shaft to coat my balls. I stopped my thrusts and let my cock just linger there. She gasped for air, her tits heaving as she panted heavily.

"Such a good boy." She said, finally. She capped the sandwiches and passed a plate over to her side. She stood up straight, letting my throbbing hard dick fall out of her pussy and turned around. "Eat up, Stud." She said, dropping to her knees on the kitchen floor.

'This experience, getting a blowjob from Lilly while I eat a sandwich. It just keeps happening over and over.' I thought, though I didn't bother to question the matter too hard. Something very strange was happening in this town, in this apartment. I bit into the BLT, the creamy mayo, tangy sourdough, and juicy Cherokee purple tomatoes marrying deliciously with the bacon. Lilly bobbed up and down on my cock slowly. The sounds of the bacon crunching in my mouth mixing with her gags and schlurps. She pulled her head off my cock and began to stroke it furiously.

"Such a naughty nephew. I fucking love it. Your dick is so fucking hard for me. Now eat that sandwich like a good boy and give me a load of cum to spread on my sandwich. She resumed her deep throating technique as I took another big bite of my BLT. It was overwhelmingly delicious in every conceivable way, and I truly felt out of time and space as I savored the food on my tongue and Lilly's tongue on my shaft. The heat and tension started to spread across my abdomen, my heart racing as her eyes occasionally glanced up to watch me eat as she took my length deeper and deeper down her gullet. And then, I was back in the thick of it. Back in this very peculiar place. It seemed like only Lilly could take me there. That instant before I came everywhere, as though her mouth became a portal to another dimension. Gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck shlurp schlurp gluck schlurp.

"Oh fuck Lilly!" I shouted, taking another big bite of my sandwich. My cock exploded. Lilly kept her mouth tightly wrapped around the tip of my penis, stroking the shaft furiously as she gazed up at me proudly. I practically collapsed on the floor from the intensity of it.

"Mmmm, you never disappoint, Jack." She said, giggling as she let my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. She stood up and spit out my cum onto her sandwich, the cum soaking into the porous crumb of the sourdough. "Fuck I love having your cum for lunch," she giggled. But you really should show your manners here and fuck me again while I eat."

My mouth dropped in shock. Watching Lilly using my cum as a condiment was a new twist on this time-bending tradition. "You'll have to give me a minute, Lilly," I said, "you know, to recharge."

"Don't be silly, Jack. You're still hard as a board."

I stared down at my cock curiously. My dick was still rock hard, throbbing and twitching, as though I hadn't just nutted in her mouth at all.

"That's not possible..." I said, deeply confused.

"Everything is possible here, sweetie. Come on, be a good boy and sit on this bar stool so I can bounce on your cock while I eat my lunch."

I sat on the bar stool and grabbed my dick, holding it straight up in the air. Lilly took her sandwich in one hand and straddled me, her tits just centimeters from my face. I sucked on her nipples as she eased herself onto my length. I heard the crunch of the sandwich as she took her first bite and began to bounce on me. A messy bit of bacon and mayo dribbled onto my chest as she began to hump me faster, and she greedily lapped it off of me before taking another big bite and shoving her tits into my face. I don't know if I've ever experienced something so arousing. I wanted to cum more than anything in the world, but for some reason it wouldn't happen. No matter how aggressively she rode me, my body seemed permanently stuck in the space between arousal and orgasm, as though I was fucking my way into infinity.

"You'll cum when I say you cum, Nephew." She slapped my cheek lightly and giggled. On and on she fucked me like this until she shoved the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. She chewed slowly, my length fully inside her pussy, her hips grinding back and forth against me.

"Now!" She commanded. "Fill your Aunt Lilly's tight wet cunt!" I could feel her pussy clenching tightly around me as my cock again released a white hot load. She moaned in ecstasy, and our simultaneous orgasm sent me into orbit.

I shut my eyes. When I opened them, I wasn't in Lilly's apartment anymore. I wasn't anywhere. As far in every direction as I could see, nothing but white expanse greeted me. I shuddered before my eyes began to acclimate and a wave of calm greeted me. Amid the white backdrop, I saw a stone wall, like the concrete overpass on Beauregard street about three blocks away from the Strand. There was graffiti all over it, none of it intelligible. In forest green a broken word was painted "Mo..c.a.e" The paint looked old and weathered. But for some inexplicable reason it called to me, pulsing in the air around me like the pace Lilly had set riding me moments before. I walked through the white nothingness to the wall and reached my hand out to touch the lettering. My hands retreated and my fingertips were stained with wet green paint. The pulsing grew louder and louder in my ears, giving me a faint headache. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

When I opened them again, I was no longer in the sea of white. The stone wall had disappeared. Instead, I was in a forest glen, by a small brook. The waters forked, and on a small island in the middle of the stream there was a large oak tree, its roots scrambling over river boulders and plunging into the cold water beneath it. Resting up against the tree, naked and glowing with that same pale moonlight, sat Lilly. She was rubbing herself, her eyes closed. Her legs trembled faintly. I slowly walked toward her.

"Lilly?" I asked.

"Hi there, handsome."

"What's happening? Where are we?"

"The french called it Cagnard," she said, matter-of-factly, though her hands did not relent in her masturbatory efforts. "We'll call it that for now. It's Martin, before time killed everything."

"Martin?" I asked, looking around. The landscape was lush, verdant, and without any trace of civilization.

"Shhh." She said, smiling and lifting a wet finger to her lips. "Don't disturb the waters." She leaned forward and reached out a hand. I was naked, and her fingers gently squeezed my dick. "Love me, and don't disturb the waters."

I blinked and there I was, back in Lilly's kitchen. She'd dismounted me and was on her knees again, cleaning my cum soaked cock.

"Lilly, what the fuck just happened?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked, still stroking me gently.

"Just now. The river. You. The overpass on Beauregard."

She looked at me with deep confusion. "Jack, sweetie, I don't know what you're talking about. We've been fucking in the kitchen together this entire time. I was just savoring what's left of me and you on your dick. Do you want me to stop?"

I scratched my head. It was as if i'd had an out-of-body experience or something. For a split second, terror coursed through me, but the touch of Lilly's soft hands on my dick quickly dispelled it. "No, no. Please don't stop. Thank you. Wow! That was unbelievable."

"It really was, wasn't it!" She said, licking me from balls to tip again playfully. She squeezed me hard, and a nice drop of cum oozed from my cock again. She slurped it up and giggled. She threw her tank top on without a bra and pulled up my boxers around her hips. I threw the bathrobe back on and we walked out to the little balcony overlooking the courthouse. Martin's town-square was sleepy. Past church-going hours now, the entire downtown of the little hamlet was deserted. Lilly lit a joint and kicked up her legs.

"You are quite something, Nephew," she said, a smile curling her lips. "I'd hazard to say you're the best dick I've ever had."

"Oh fuck, Lilly, your pussy is incredible. I think i'm becoming an addict."

Her smile widened. "Good boy. That's how I prefer it to be." She let out a big cloud of smoke. "Ok, let's talk about Blythe."

I sighed. "Do we have to? I'd prefer to go back inside and fuck your brains out again."

"In time, Jack. In time." She ashed her joint into a small coffee cup on the balcony. "But we need to take care of this situation, or else we'll end up being found out. A scandal like that in a small town is no good. But I'm not about to let up on getting my vitamin D from you, so you're going to play nice with Blythe so that we can all have fun together when you're done."

"Fun together!?" I said incredulously, "Lilly, Blythe doesn't strike me as having that kind of a... drive."

"Oh I know a little slut when I see one," Lilly said. And judging by the way her mouth was watering when she was speculating on your package in the bathroom the other day, that little slut is looking to have her coming out party."

"So what are you suggesting exactly?" I asked.

"You go with Blythe to the lake next weekend. Hell, I'll give you both Saturday off so you'll have more time. You go up there, fuck in the woods or whatever it is you kids do these days. Get her hooked on that dick. Then, when you get back, Blythe and I will have a little girl talk. With your dick on her mind, she'll be all primed and ready. I'll convince her to join me for a little girl fun, and then we'll introduce your dick back into the mix. Wouldn't you just love to have us both at the same time?"

The thought was certainly delightful to consider. Lilly's perfect tits and Blythe's tight round butt both on full display. "Of course, but doesn't it seem, you know, risky? Letting her in on this secret."

"Blythe has a reputation to uphold too, Jack. She'll go along because your time at the lake plus what I lay on her will give her more secrets than she knows what to do with, and thus a shared interest in keeping the whole thing under wraps."

"I could just tell her thanks for the invite, but I'm not interested in her like that."

"You could," Lilly said, "but then she's going to wonder why. She'll get nosy. Or worse yet, some other college girl will come and try to do the exact same thing she's doing now. It risks spoiling our fun, having that contingency out there. And I am nowhere near finished with you, young man."

I nodded, trying to process this strange plan.

"The key to our success," Lilly added, "is to have a confidant. Someone we trust because we've corrupted them too. We get an extra lover, a cover story, and the whole summer to enjoy."

"A cover story?" I asked.

"You and Blythe will be an item after next weekend, obviously. A real flesh-and-blood girlfriend to keep the pressure off us. So that George can imagine it's Blythe's pussy he smells next time I take you up here for a quickie during work hours."

"Ah, makes sense." I said.

Lilly snuffed out the last of her joint and stood up. "Come on, back inside. I promised we'd be in bed all day, and we're just wasting time out here jawing at each other."

She grabbed my hand and led me back inside. I had boy toy duties to fulfill.

Lilly and I fucked all Sunday afternoon and deep into the night. When I got out of bed the next morning to go down and open the coffee shop, my abs were on fire. It was difficult to walk, ever step down to the Strand made my legs scream. Lilly had groaned at the sound of her alarm and begged me to go down and open without her while she recovered from our marathon.

The shop was quiet at first. The first regular shuffled in about 15 minutes after we opened, and he took his coffee to go. For the next half-hour, I was alone in the cafe, cleaning the espresso machine and periodically going into the back to help George with the morning prep. Lilly's Spotify playlist, which had seemed infinite the first few - weeks? days? it was hard to say -- times i'd heard it had now come back full circle, and Thelonious Monk's "I'm Confessin'" trickled and rolled its way through the empty shop.

I made myself a cafe au lait and sat on the little stool behind the cash register, my feet propped on a stack of old phonebooks repurposed as an ottoman. "Sandu," came on next. The more upbeat pace got my mind to wander, and I reached for my phone. I texted Blythe:

"Lilly says she's fine with me going up to the lake and skipping restocking duties on Sunday. She also said we could take Saturday off if we wanted to go up early."

"Oh wow! Awesome! [Heart Emoji].

"Yeah! Just lmk what I need 2 bring and what time you want 2 go."

"K. Let me check w Cassie and Jill. I think they're leaving

at 11 on saturday am so we could ride with them. It's an old

cabin, not real camping. You'll need a sleeping bag. snacks,

drinks. maybe a raincoat. ;)"

'A raincoat?' I thought. It had been dry all summer with no signs of letting up. Then the thought clicked. I tried to act confident like Lilly had instructed.

"Haha, I always buy at least three at a time. ;)"

"LOL!"

We texted a bit more back and forth, getting flirtier and flirtier each time. At 8:00 I knew she had class, and the phone went silent for a while. I looked out from behind the register and sighed contentedly, admiring the artwork hanging from the Strand's red brick walls. My eyes paused half-way across the back wall, lingering at the sight of a small, dark oil painting I hadn't noticed before. I stood up to walk closer to it. It was the Beauregard overpass, just like i'd seen in my vision up in Lilly's kitchen. The tired gray wall, the graffiti, the green paint. That word...in the painting it wasn't quite as obscured as it had been in my mind. "Moicne" maybe, or "Moicane," I couldn't be sure. The painting was unsigned. 'Has this always been here?' I wondered. 'Why didn't I notice it before?'

The little bell attached to the door jingled behind me. I turned. There was a man, probably in his mid-thirties, making his way to a table by the window. He had on a ratty flannel shirt and dark stained bluejeans pulled down over what looked like old combat boots. He had a five-o-clock shadow and long, greasy black hair. He had a newspaper tucked under his arm when he entered, and he plopped it down on the table before taking a seat, turning his head nervously from side to side.

"Hi there!" I said. "I'm Jack, i'll be your server. What can I get you?"

He looked up at me pitifully, clearly suffering from the shakes.

"Toast, butter on the side. Eggs, sunny-side up. Black coffee." He said, in a monotonous tone.

"Sure thing, coming right up."

"You got any bourbon?" He asked.

We weren't allowed to sell alcohol before 2:00pm on weekdays, as Lilly had reminded me several times. But I took one more look at the guy and figured it was a life or death proposition for him.