Hey there. Another retro video game review I did back on January of 2019.

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Hey there, folks, it's my second review. This time, I will be reviewing probably one of the first adult games I ever played: Planet of Terror. Sure, it sounds more like a horror game than an adult game, but I guess it could be considered a little bit of both?

Planet of Terror is a flash game* developed by Swiss Made Games. In this game, you're in space and your spaceship crashes on a planet full of creatures who want to take you out for ice cream.

And fuck you. Actually, forget the ice cream. They just want your goods. But fear not, your heroine is packing some serious heat and is not afraid to defend herself. Shoot your way through five stages and you're back on a spaceship and the horrors are behind you … or were they really horrors?

Now, I love this game, but I can see where people wouldn't. This game is not hard … at all. Truth be told, that could be why I like it so much. But it's a simple point and shoot and most of the enemies are pretty slow. There's only one stage where I would consider it a little challenging and that is the tentacle monster, but emphasis on a LITTLE challenging.

Each stage works the same. You shoot multiple targets and at the end of each stage, there is a boss fight. The bosses are a little more challenging than their cronies, I guess you'd call them (I don't know. There isn't a Planet of Terror wiki that I could find!). But for the most part, the bosses are really easy too and some can be defeated by just shooting them a couple times.

Despite that, I'd love to see a sequel be made. Hey, Swiss Made, you looking for a writer? I'm serious! This game is very easy, yes, but the animations and art is pretty good. If you're into monsters, aliens, or whatever, then this game is right up your alley. I replay this every now and then just for nostalgic purposes and I have fun with it.

This game is also partly responsible for inspiring me to write my series, Monsters Under My Bed.

Yes. Short review, but it's a short game. If there is an adult game you'd like me to review, then by all means, get a hold of me and I'll definitely look into it. Take care and keep playing!

*Despite Flash going the way of the Dodo bird a couple years ago, the game still works on all the sites I've tried it. 

I didn't go back to sleep. I just couldn't, not after what happened last night. I brewed some coffee and sat at the kitchen table, watching the sun rise from the horizon.

I thought about the nightmare, but no matter how many times I told myself, it was just a nightmare, I knew I was lying to myself. I woke up with the taste of that demon, Brimstone's, tongue still in my mouth. I felt violated. Scared. What did he mean by 'trials of fear'?

Soon, my mother wakes up. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I ... had a really bad nightmare last night."

"I'm sorry."

"I was thinking, Mom, would you mind if I go home early?"

"You can't."

"Why?"

"I need you to stay with me."

"Mom, you're fine."

"No. I'm not fine."

"Then what's going on?" I say with a bit of agitation. I know I shouldn't get mad at her, but she's been pulling these stunts since I could remember. I told her that if she's scared of being alone, then come live with me, but she always says no.

She stammers for a second before saying, "I have cancer. It's terminal. There's nothing they can do. No radiation or anything can cure it. I only have a few months to live."

It was like a bomb dropped on me. I was stunned. "Get a second opinion."

"My last was my third, Alura. I had three doctors look at me. All said the same thing. Soon, it will spread all over me. My whole body. I wanted you to stay so you would remember me."

Without giving a moment's thought I said, "Come home with me."

"No. I don't like the city life. Besides, I made out a Will and I left this house to you. I know how much it means to you, because of how close you were to your father. I figured you could get accustomed to things around here again before it's my time."

"I'm fine where I am now. I mean, yes, I love this house, but ... you should have told me." The nightmare is totally out of my head. I don't know whether to cry or to lash out at my mother for not telling me. I'm about to do both before I reach over to her and hug her.

After a few moments we depart and she tells me that she doesn't want to hear about it today. She wants to just have fun.

"Okay, Mom."

We spent the day at the beach. Walking on the hot sand; dipping our toes in the lukewarm water. I wish I brought my bathing suit, it felt so nice. We had some ice cream, sitting at a picnic table on a pier. I tried bringing up the cancer, but she absolutely refused to go into it. Repeating her previous statement that she just wants to have fun. I decided to not push it.

After dinner at a seafood restaurant, we went back to her house. She looked so frail. As soon as we got in the house she said she's going to bed.

"Oh." I say. I really wanted to talk to her about the cancer, about treatments, anything to keep her alive. She's young--only forty-seven, which to me is too early for anyone to leave this Earth. "I was hoping we could talk."

She put's her hands on my shoulders. I can feel her hands shaking. Despite her weakness, she smiles and says, "We'll talk more tomorrow, sweety." She goes to bed without another word.

It was until I went in my room that I remembered Brimstone. That I remembered the 'trials of fear' comment. I decided to try to keep my mind off of it with my laptop. I opened my laptop and when it loads, a picture of my father and me is in the background. It's my favorite picture of us. We always went fishing at this quarry only a few miles away. I typed in my password, but it takes me back. Saying "Wrong Password". I try it again and suddenly the picture distorts. It's pixelated and changes colors. The bright colors of the summer day is replaced by mostly red and black. It looks like my father's mouth is open and tears are coming down his face. That's when I see the Password Hint.

Turn Around

I turn ...

It Begins ...

I turn around and suddenly my old bedroom from when I was a child is now like I'm inside something's stomach with a slit in front of me. I was too terrified to talk, but if I could, I'd be saying, "What the fuck?"

I walk up to the slit. I touch it; it's slimy, but warm. From my touch it opens. I look back and see my laptop and desk are still there, along with the wall, but there's nowhere else to go, so I go into the slit and once I'm inside, it closes.

It's dark. I can barely make anything out, but what I'm walking on is squishy. I sink every time I take a step. Finally, my eyes start to adjust to the dark and I see something on the ceiling that looks like stars. My eyes adjust even more and they're not stars ... they're eyes and they're all looking right at me.

I look at the sides, towards the ground, and see these long, but thin, strips (for a lack of a better term). They're alive and moving with me. They stretch out and that's when I notice they have very small pinchers. They don't look like they will hurt, but I still stay away from them just in case.

I keep walking until a hole above, a few feet away from me, opens. Brimstone drops down and stands before me.

"Where am I?"

"Didn't I tell you not to speak unless I tell you?"

I decide to play along, although I really don't want to. "I'm sorry."

"I'll let you get away with that once more, but next time I will not be as generous. I know your question anyway. 'Where am I?' Am I right?"

I nod.

He grins. "You're in a demon."

My eyes open from the shock.

He says, "You may speak now."

"A demon? H-how?"

"I brought you here, of course. Alura, you will soon find out that I am very powerful and escape from my clutches is impossible. There is not a soul here who can help you. I'm going to answer your other question, 'Why?' Why are you here? To help someone."

"Who?"

"Why, your mother, of course."

"My mother? What does she have to do with this?"

"She has cancer. Terrible disease. Wouldn't even wish it on my worst of enemies. It's awful she has it. She seems like such a nice woman. Beautiful too, or well, was. Too thin for me." He cackles a bit, before looking at me and saying, "But you're just about right."

"If my mother didn't bring me here, then why am I here? What does my mother's cancer have to do with me being in Hell?"

"This isn't Hell, my dear. It's worse." He then disappears in black smoke.
Suddenly, the "strips" I mention earlier, grow fast and grab me. They lift me into the air. I squirm as some others grow and start ripping off my clothes. I have one holding me up by each limb. I see one rising between my legs. It has this liquid drooling out of what I can only imagine is its mouth.

I shake my head and say, "No." But it's too late. It's probing its way inside my vagina. It squirms, making me squirm and I hate to admit it now, but it felt good. But feeling good is not what I wanted. I wanted out, but the grip is too tight. Two more of those tentacle like creatures come up on each side of me and wrap themselves tightly on my breasts. The one fucking me is going harder and harder. I can't contain myself and I have an orgasm. I feel so ashamed of myself.

It doesn't take too long after I came, that the tentacle thrusting inside me cums too. It feels like a hose going off. As soon as that one cums, the other do as well. I'm covered in their rape seed. They then drop me back onto the soft ground. I look at them. They shrivel and die. Can't say I wasn't happy. I was, but I curl up into a ball and start weeping. Weeping to wake up.

That's when I start sinking. The warm wetness of the beast I am in swallows me whole. It then bursts and I land on my bed. I frantically look around and everything seems normal. I even have my clothes on.

I sit up in bed and wonder, what if this is all a dream brought up by the shock of my mother's news? I mean, I don't know why I'm dreaming about a demon (or whatever he is - Brimstone) with a large penis and tentacles having their way with me, but I have always had an overactive imagination.

I decide to call a friend of mine - a psychologist - to see if he could come here to talk to me. He said he'll be there tomorrow. He sounded scared for me.

I don't blame him.

How can I explain how my life changed forever? I was on the threshold between thinking I was having a nightmare or I had gone insane. That's not even the best I can do, but it's close.

I went to bed and I knew I fell asleep. I doze off fairly fast.

"Alura." I hear. A man's voice. Distant.

"Alura." It's closer. More familiar.

He says it again, "Alura" and I feel like I'm being pulled from the abyss of my sleep. I open my eyes. I blurt out, "Daddy!" But I'm met with darkness. It's strange how it has this linger to it. Like it's alive. I can hear scratching underneath my bed.

"Fuck." I think it's mice. My mother did have a problem with mice a few years ago. I'm a brave woman, unless it has eight legs, slimy body, or slithers. Oh, or if it's fucking mice.

I lay on my stomach on the bed. I lean closer to the floor, my long brown hair touching it, and I lift the bed skirting and …

Nothing.

"Alura."

I snap my head up and I see two legs, but with hooves. My eyes open wide as I look up and see the largest penis I have ever laid eyes on. Whatever this is, can't be human. My eyes focus on that for just a second until I hear, "Up here, my dear." I go up. This figure, obviously male, has to be at least 7 foot tall. He is muscular like a more beefed up pro-wrestler. He has sharp fingernails, almost like talons, arms the size of pythons and a gorgeous face that should have a halo attached to the top. Instead, two long, curved horns protrude his forehead. I want to scream, but he says, "Alura, don't scream, because I'm not the one you will fear … yet. Your first trial of fear is underneath your bed."

Suddenly a long tether comes out from underneath my bed, wraps itself around my stomach and pulls me under the bed. I can hear the horned man laughing as I'm swallowed hole and into the another world.

I can't explain what grabbed me or what it brought me into. I'm inside a tube, but it's alive, moving, slimy; mucus helps push me further down. I suddenly drop to the ground. The ground is hard and hot. I stand up and I'm surrounded by monsters. Monsters fucking thousands of women; men as well being fucked and doing the fucking. Some are screaming for help, but most have a look of pure ecstasy on their faces.

Black smoke forms a few feet in front of me and the horned man appears.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am a man of many names, but you may call me Brimstone."

"Why am I-"

He lifts up his arm and his palm faces me, as if to tell me to stop talking.

"Fuck you, pal! You invaded my mother's home-"

Suddenly his eyes turn red and he uses some sort of power to flip me outside down.

He bellows, "You dare speak to me in that tongue?" He moves closer to me. "You're lower than me! All of you are lower than me!" He looks around him, gesturing to the orgy.

He nears me. He grabs my hair, but not rough. He looks me in the eyes and says in a more pleasant tone, "Besides, if you play nice, I may give you a taste." His tongue grows and slithers into my mouth. He nearly goes down my throat and I choke. He laughs and let's go of my hair, but I'm still upside down.

"Sweet Alura, I've been told so much about you. How caring you are for your mother; how giving. You should be among Heaven's angels instead of one of my personal sex toys."

"What?" I couldn't help it, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was smiling.

"Details will follow eventually, but I need to see you naked."

Black, worm like creatures come out of the ground, grab my clothes and take them off. In seconds I'm completely naked.

"I don't understand why you don't walk naked on Earth, you're very beautiful."

It appears that I've aroused this beast as that long, big dick I mentioned is getting hard.

"You seem to have a question? I'm sure you have plenty, but I'll let you ask one," he says as if he's doing me a favor. The favor would be to let me go and have me forget about this whole mess.

However, seeing his penis getting hard, there is one thing on my mind. "You're going to rape me, aren't you?"

"Rape? Rape is involuntary and an atrocious act that I look down upon. Tonight is easy compared to what trials of fear lay ahead of you. Tonight I only wished to see you nude. Tomorrow, however, will bring something else. Something worse. The question is, how much do you love your mother?"

Just like that, I snapped awake as if coming out of a dream. I'm in my bed, my clothes are on, and nothing is out of place. Anyone would go back to sleep, thinking it was just a dream. But I sit at bed, crying, because I know it's not a dream.

I still taste Brimstone's tongue in my mouth.

Chapter 2 coming soon ...

When I was a little, I would make my father look under the bed for monsters. I think a lot of us as kids did that. It was normal. It made us feel safe. My father would always look. Sometimes he would act like he was getting sucked under the bed and I would have to save him. He was always a prankster. So funny. But now he's gone. I no longer have the hero that would save me from the monster under my bed.

Of course, up until recently, I never believed in monsters, ghosts, demons. But I was about to be taught a valuable lesson. One I have to deal with for the rest of my life and I'm afraid my afterlife as well. I've been taught that all those entities; the ghosts, the monsters, the demons—they all exist. They're some good, they're some bad, and then they're the evil. The evil ones are not human evil. Human evil and demonic evil are two different aspects. Worlds apart from each other. Literally worlds apart, I should say.

The night I figured out all those exists was I was back home for a week. My mother had fallen ill all of the sudden and she called for me and my brother to come home and see her. Just in case. 

Just in case. 

We both knew what that meant. She thought she was dying. We thought she was lying. My mother, always the hypochondriac. 'Paranoia is her middle name,' my father would always half-joke, but the roll of his eyes showed resentment and probably wished my mother would change that about herself. My brother passed on it, telling her she wasn't dying, and that he was taking his wife and kids on vacation and to call him once she stopped being a schizo. So that left me. 

It was that night I would realize that my mother's paranoia was justified. 

When I got there she seemed okay. A bit pale, black around her eyes, but she was standing. We talked about her sudden illness and she told me not to worry about it. 

"You know me. I just get paranoid. I'm sorry for bringing you out here without no real reason, but it's good to see you. You hardly come here now since your father's been gone."

Well, that stung a little. 

"It's not because of dad being gone. I've just been busy, mom. You know about the promotion …"

"Of course! I'm so happy for you." She breaths heavily for a second like she's having trouble breathing. I almost jump to see if she's okay, but then she says, "Let's go out for dinner. We can go to Johnny's. You haven't been there since you were a little girl." 

We went out to dinner, went shopping, and came home. Again, everything seemed fine. She looked like she had a cold. That's it. Shortly after coming home, she went to bed. I didn't stay up for much longer myself, as I was tired after the three hour ride to get there, plus the hour ride to Johnny's, and shopping (really just looking at stuff) for three hours. 

I was only suppose to stay for three days. 

It's been six months. 

Here's my story ... 

----> Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

Hey there, you horny ... little ... I have no clever name for you perverts. But welcome regardless! I did say I am going to be writing adult video game reviews and let's start with an old review I wrote all the way back in January of 2019. This about the brothel simulation game, SimBro. I'm not even sure if you can find this game anymore, considering it was a flash game and flash has gone the way of the dinosaurs. I know some adult game sites have an emulator, but I'm not sure with this one. To be honest, haven't checked. But this game was really popular back in the day. So popular, and you're not gonna believe me when I say this, on their Patreon they were getting $20,000 a month from supporters. Holy shit. I think I mention that in the review too. But over time, the developers just weren't developing shit for this game and the support went down and down. But I enjoyed this game. Even though the characters looked kind of odd, it was actually pretty fun.

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Hello ladies and gentlemen, I decided to bring a new feature to The Erotic Cave (Future me: That's an oldie. Nah, it's Dark's Erotica now). Stories are not coming in at all (aside from my own), so why not try something new?

*For those unaware, Erotic Cave used to be an erotic blog I had a few years ago. Like Tumblr allowed porn a few years ago. I would write stories, but would also receive stories from other people. It was fun. Then died a slow, miserable death. 

Adult video games!

Woo!

Okay, got that out of the way. Yes, I am one of those dirty son of a bitches who enjoy playing these scandalous games and one game I want to make the first review of is SimBro.

SimBro is a brothel simulator. Yes, it deals with sex. Lots of it, but the developers at SimBro make claim on their Patreon page that the game isn't all about sex. It's also about management and RPG style gaming. The claim is true, as you actually need to manage your brothel in order to advance in progress. But there is sex and lots of it, as said before.

The game let's you pick what gender you want to be, so I'll just go with what I did. I picked female. No, I'm not female, but normally when given the chance I always pick female. Not sure why, but I've always done that. (Future me again: I lied. It's because I want something nice to look at.) And no, I have no desires to be one. Although, it probably would be fun for a day … Never mind. (Future me: No. Fucking say it, wimp). 

The game automatically gives you a name, but you can change them if you want by just clicking on the name in your staff tab. My characters name is Allison and I'm okay with that. The story is, your character has inherited the family estate, however, you owe a lot of money, and there are people who REALLY want it. You have an assistant named Alice, who is innocent, and has no interest in sex. So you suggest running a brothel. She's reluctant, but warms up to the idea.

Finding entertainers isn't all that difficult. The first, and only, place it seems to find some hookers is the Slums. You're warned not to go there without anyone, but I've never been in a fight with anyone in the slums. There are altercations, yes, but if you're playing a lady, all you pretty much do is say you want peace, then offer yourself to the thug for a good fucking and that's that. Later on in the game, I would bring bodyguards with me and do a fight. If you win, you, uh, enslave the girl in a cage in the cellar. I mean, if that's your thing, then they have it. It isn't mine, so I only did this once and that was it.

You also have to manage your whores, as they have wants and needs. Such as food, shower, and they get tired after fucking all night. They can fuck more when you upgrade their stats. However, eventually they will get tired of fucking all the time, unless they're a nymph, then they're fine and dandy with doing the deed all night long, seven days a week. But normally if one of my ladies started getting sick of it, I would either stick them in the bar as a stripper, a maid, a bartender, or if they were really down in the dumps, I would have them work the front desk.

There's also a photo option, where you can take photos of your ladies to entice more potential clients. You can change their pose, what they wear, or you can even have sex with them.

Just like real life, sex sells and makes everyone happy. Sometimes you will get a disgruntled employee who is not too thrilled about staying. You can convince to stay by giving them a piece of your booty or your, well, 'piece', if you're playing a dude. Have sex with them too quick and their happiness will sink even further, so have sex for quite a while and they will be back to normal. Sometimes one of your thugs will join in for a threesome. Or another lady.

There are other areas to get more girls to work for you. There is a bar, but that's where the more pricey ones hang out and I could never get any of them to join my brothel, because my reputation was too low for them. I also believe you can convince a lady cop to join your brothel as well, but she never really took a liking to me. So, I would get all my girls from the Slums, but it's alright, you can keep upgrading them to be of a high status.

There's also some problems that happen along the way. Such as the bank sending thugs to get the money that your estate owes. You can either pay them, seduce them (if you're a lady) or fight them. Once my brothel was making enough money, I just paid them. You can also go to the bank and convince the guy there to keep the thugs off your back. All you have to do is … you guessed it … let him fuck you. The game rewards you nicely depending on how much of a slut you are, so if that's your thing … slut it up. I don't think that's a saying you want to use in real life, though.But I would avoid fighting at any cost, because the fighting aspect of the game was pretty much one of the weak points for me, so I avoided it at all costs.

Although this game doesn't have the best of graphics, I did thoroughly enjoy playing it. This is up until the Simbro developers stopped releasing their free updates every month. Basically how this worked was, they would release the new update to their Patrons and then give the people who couldn't afford to pay the previous, old update. I believe it worked out nicely for them. When this game was in its high point, I checked their Patreon and they were making over $20,000 dollars a month. That's crazy! But soon, things would go downhill.

June 2017 was the last free update we got. But checking their Patreon right now, the last time their Patrons received an update was August of 2018. And that lovely twenty grand they were getting? Now it's only a little over $2,000. I think it's fair to say Simbro is a shell of it's former self and will most likely never recover. I wish they would, it was a fun game. I haven't played it in a while due to a few reasons: the biggest one being I lost the USB stick I saved my game on and the game does this weird thing where it will erase your game after a while. The other reason is because they haven't updated the game in well over a year.

I do hope they either hand the reigns over to someone else to continue the series, give us new updates, and stuff. But if not, it was fun while it lasted.

Well folks, I hope you enjoyed my first adult game review. I have a few more up my sleeve, so look out for them. Take care.

Brief introduction by Dark: 

First story and probably the more popular one I wrote. This one is from 2016. Remember then? Before Tumblr banned NSFW content. That was nice. Anyway, this is a good ol’ older/younger lesbian story. If you enjoyed it, please give it a like and reblog it. I am currently trying to be approved by Subscribestar, so if people want to tip me, they can. But I need to show them proof that I exist ... I guess? So, that’s why I’m posting this story.

Some photos inspire stories from me and the photo that inspired this story is this one (warning: it’s naughty, which is why I couldn’t post it on here). 

I hope enjoy the story!

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If boredom could kill, I'd be dead a thousand times already on this family trip. My father decided to take us (my mother, myself, and my brother) on a trip to see the Grand Canyon, then to Las Vegas. To be honest, I'm more excited for the latter. I guess the Grand Canyon would be something I'm into much later in life, but right now, I'd rather be on my phone. I know it's stereotypical, but I'm sorry, I just can't get into a big crater. I'm more into flash. I'm more into ... different types of holes. 

Okay, so I've been really interested in sex. Male or female. I don't care. I'm a pretty woman; I'm sure I can serenade almost any guy into sleeping with me (I think I'm being a bit cocky, but it's good to be optimistic), but my temptations can't handle the word no. I don't feel guilty. 

Women though? I remember the first time I saw a vagina. In person, I mean. My friend and I just got out of the swimming pool at her house. We went upstairs and I was going to shower, but she asked if she could go first, because the chlorine really bothered her. Something about how it made her hair feel weird or ... you don't give a shit. Let's move on.

"Why don't we shower together?" I suggested. 

"Okay." She said as innocent as she is; very innocent. 

We both got naked and got into the shower. We both lather soap onto our hands and wash our bodies. Not each others. I know, but ... 

She starts giggling. I ask her what's so funny. "This is how a porno I watched the other night started."

"You watch porn?!" 

"... I'm a little curious, so I watch porn on TV when everyone is asleep."

"On TV? Wouldn't your family know?"

"My dad never knows, because he's the one who records it. I just watch what he's already watched. They never know." 

"Well, that's smart, I guess." 

She pauses for a sec, then asks, "Have you ever licked a pussy?"

"No." 

"I ... want to. Like really, really badly." 

"So?" 

She twirls my hair on her finger. "How about I lick yours?" 

I could've acted like I hated the idea or whatever, but I didn't. I said, "You skank! ... Let's do it." 

I sat down on the shower, spread my legs, and she took one lick and ... 

Hated it. 

Fuck! Really? I was waiting for hot lesbian sex, but nope. Just a little lick and that was it. But great things come for those who wait. 

We stayed at some cheap hotel off the highway on our way to Vegas. I was relieved that it had a swimming pool and a Jacuzzi. My family and I went swimming, my parents sat in the hot tub for what seemed like hours, and when they were going to head in, I pleaded to stay. 

"We have to get up early tomorrow," my mother said. 

"I know, but I'll sleep. What do we have - another three hours, maybe? You guys had your fun at the big hole in the Earth," the Grand Canyon, "let me have my fun tonight."

My mother is about to argue, but my father says, "Fine. Just don't go to bed too late." 

"I promise." 

They went to bed and I swam for a little bit, but then I heard the hot tub calling my name ... hypothetically speaking. I sat and let the bubbles massage my back. But then I started thinking, if this feels so good with a bikini on, what would it feel like without? I looked around, took off my panties. I then positioned myself, so I'm facing the door, and my pussy is facing the blower. I played with the switches, so the bubbles came out easily. 

Oh, did it feel good. 

As it blew on my snatch, I reached between my legs and massaged my lips with my fingers. I massaged my pussy, slowly making tiny circles with two fingers, and then I thought, 'Faster?' I wanted it, so I turned the knob a little bit and it came out faster. I matched the blower with my fingers and let out a loud moan. It echoed so loudly, I instantly sat back down like I had been caught, but when I looked around, I didn't see anyone. 

I should just stop, I said to myself. There's too much of a risk of getting caught, especially if my family comes back down to check on me. Buuut, I can still stay naked. Nobody can see my boobs below all these bubbles. Fuck it. This is my vacation too. I take my bra and panties and sit on them. I just sit there and relax. 

I must had fallen asleep, because a voice jerks me awake. 

"What?" I say. I look up and see the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen ... in person, at least. She has to be at least early 40's; nice curvy figure; handful size tits (that are barely being contained in her teal color bra). Her curly, brown hair went down to her shoulders.

"I said, can I join you?" She says to me with a smile. 

"Oh. Yeah." 

She dips her toe into the water and says, "That feels nice. You have it just the way I like it." 

"I like it hot." 

She smiles at me, but this time it was seductive. At the time, I thought, no, I just want it to be seductive, but ... well, you'll find out. She then gets in the tub with me and sits across. 

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she says, "You're not from around here." 

"No. I'm here with my family." 

"Oh." She seems surprised. "The good old family trips. I figured you were at least twenty."

I laugh. "Close. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago." 

"Great age. I wish I had the figure I had back then." 

"You're kidding, right? I'd love to have your figure." 

She quietly giggles and says, "Honey, you have a great figure." She looks me up and down. "Believe me." 

"How can you tell with all these bubbles?" I try to be cute.

"Well ..." She slides over next to me and whispers, "I saw everything." She then moves back to where she was and I would notice if my heart wasn't pounding. 

"You--you saw?" 

"Oh, yes." She now giggles. "I've been there before. It's hot, isn't it? Playing with your pussy in public, worried, but excited you might be caught. I wasn't going to say anything, but I figured you needed the compliment." 

"So ... you're a lesbian?" 

"No, no. I love cock, sweety ..."

"Oh." I say, trying to contain my disappointment. 

" ... As much as I love eating cunt."

Well, that perked my interest. "You've experienced having sex with a woman?"

"Women, sweety. Women. I didn't think I was ever going to fuck another woman, but then my husband sold me onto the idea of having a threesome. I told him I hated it. That was until he caught me jamming my tongue down my girlfriend's ass that we had the threesome with; and now he's my ex-husband." 

"He divorced you?" 

"Yeah, but I don't blame him after I confessed it was more than once without him and one I slept with was his very own sister. He was always loyal to me and I was the bitch that cheated on him. I feel kind of bad. He was nice; we do have kids together, but ... life moves on and now I can sleep with whoever I want without consequences."

"Wow." 

"So ... now my turn to ask the questions: who were you thinking about? Some hot stud back wherever you come from?" 

"No. I wasn't really thinking of anyone, but ..." I had to force myself to say this next part. It could be my only chance. "If I met you before I did it, I would've definitely been thinking of you." 

She doesn't say anything for a moment. She just stares at me with a half grin. I'm about to talk before she says, "Oooooh, you're good. I haven't felt my pussy twitch like that in a long time." 

I'm blushing and I say, "Sorry." 

"Don't be sorry. You're curious. Nothing wrong with that, baby. I do have one last question for you."

"What?" 

"Can you keep quiet while I go under water and eat your pussy? We don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?" 

I don't even have any time to answer before she ducks under water. I feel her gently spread my legs and it doesn't take long before I feel the gentle caress of her tongue on my lips. Well, this isn't so bad, I think to myself. I can control my temptations to moan. That's until she digs her tongue deeper into me and I moan and this place echoes. I button my lip and I look at her under water. I notice my hands are shaking. Her tongue moves to my clit and I want to tell her no, but I let her, and my moan is getting louder until the point I scream, "Oh, fuck!" I'm waiting for someone to show up, but nobody does. She was only under water for around thirty seconds or something before she comes up and she kisses me. She put's her tongue in my mouth and I do the same to her. She fingers my pussy as we make out. I grab and caress her tits. 

"My lungs ain't what they were." She grabs under my arms and lifts me out of the water and sits me on the edge. 

"Shouldn't we do this in your room?" I ask her.

"My room? I live just a few blocks. The owner's my friend and he let's me use the hot tub for free. Don't worry, we made a little deal that nobody is allowed in here while we have our fun." 

I should have asked what she meant, but I was too focused on my own desires to even care. Before I know it she's back down, eating my pussy. Sticking her tongue deep into me. She then sticks her middle finger in me and starts finger fucking me while sucking on my clit. 

She looks up at me and says, "You're pussy tastes so good." She smothers my pussy with her tongue. "I wish you lived around here. I'd love for you to stay with me, but you'd never leave." She let's out a hot, smoky laugh before devouring my clit with her warm tongue. 

I whimper, "I love this so much." 

I look down at her and she sucking on my pussy lips. She looks up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and asks, "Do you want to eat my pussy, baby?" 

I nod. "Yes, please."

"Tell me."

"I want to eat your pussy."

"Tell me what you want to do to it."

"I want to lick it, suck on it. I want you to cum in my mouth." I could barely get the last of it out as I climax so hard I feel as if I'm going to pass out. 

I have my eyes close. The orgasm took so much out of me. I can feel her licking my whole vagina before she gently grabs my face and pulls me in for a wet kiss. I can taste a sweetness on her tongue. I open my eyes as her lips leave mine and I see a string of my cum attached to both our lips. It drops on to my chest as she grabs my tits and starts to lick them. She pinches my nipple, gently tugging it before putting it in her mouth and sucking on it. 

I'm in fucking heaven. Pure erotic ecstasy. She moves over to my other nipple and does the same thing before she stops and moves across the tub. 

"Why did you stop?" 

"Because ..." She boosts herself, so she sitting on the edge of the hot tub. "It's your turn to taste me." She spreads her legs, revealing her muff. She has a little bit of hair above hers, unlike mine which is completely shaved. I nearly dive into it. I spread her lips and lick deep. I just can't wait for her to cum in my mouth. I want it so badly. I go so fast it's not long before she's wet. God, her juices taste so sweet. She moans, sometimes it's almost high-pitched. 

She starts saying, almost like a maniac, "Come home with me. I'll take good care of you." She moans again, her erratic tone not changing, "I'll give you whatever you want." She screams, "Oh, baby!" 

It's almost like I can feel the pressure building in her as I feel something gush on my tongue. I just want to drink all of it and I try. Some of it dribbles down my cheek. I lick her cunt until I'm sure I got all of it. When I look up, I notice she's lying flat and panting hard. I get out of the hot tub and lay next to her. I feel her breasts and I can feel her chest going up and down in a fast motion. She looks at me and laughs. 

"Damn, baby, you're good." She pulls me in tight. She runs her finger down my cheek before kissing me. "I really meant it. I wish you could stay with me. You're not the best fuck I've ever had, but with how you crave pussy you could be with training." 

"We're done? Already?" 

She giggles, but says sadly, "I do have a life, unfortunately." She then put's her hand between my legs and gently caresses my snatch. "But I will definitely miss you." 

We share one last and long kiss before she get's up. I watch her put on her bathing suit before she grabs a towel and starts to walk towards the door. She stops for a moment, looks behind her shoulder, but then she just opens the door and walks out.

I sit there for a moment before getting back into the hot tub and just thinking about what we did. It happened so quickly it was like a dream. It was then I thought about what she said about how the guy who owns the place won't let anyone come in and "we can have our fun." I look around, but don't notice anyone. I decide to leave the pool area and head to bed with the taste of a woman I've never met still in my mouth. 

The end?