Haiku Deck Superstar

1 Haiku Deck

Serendipity

1 Slide

By now JP’s cock became a steel rod and firmly stood out. His precum was also oozing freely, lubricating everything it touched, including her hand. His pants painfully restricted his penis. He then felt a second hand pulling his waistband down, freeing his cock.

Through the cacophony of the yelling and swearing of the other passengers, he heard a distinct, "Do it". It was a soft feminine voice, coming from her, just above a whisper, yet loud as a jet engine to JP’s ear.

With his free hand JP lifted her skirt and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks. He felt her hand angling his cock guiding it towards her sphincter. As his cock rested at her entrance, he heard a soft moan that escaped her lips, unheard by anyone except to JP’s attuned ears.

Her ass felt lubricated and slippery. JP wasn’t sure that her slipperiness was from his precum or if she prepared herself before this encounter. For that matter, he couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t "sloppy seconds". He didn’t care. All he cared about was that her tight hot opening was expanding, welcoming, inviting him in.

By now she released his cock and grabbed his pants, drawing him in. She was definitely in charge of this trip, he was just along for the ride. The entire wild scene was too much for him. He felt like a virgin in high school who didn’t know how to control himself. Between a week’s worth of jism, the incredibly tight, smooth ass that gripped him, and the thrill of being discovered any second, he only lasted two strokes before coming deep in her ass. Only the simultaneous yelling by everyone else prevented anyone except JP from hearing her soft moan as he pumped his hot fluid into her, coating her inner walls.

As quickly as it started, it ended. JP felt her pull away clenching a firm seal locking in his semen as his cock pulled free. He felt a slight rustle of her skirt as she smoothed it over her ass. Almost mechanically he pulled his cock back into his pants. Fortunately he was just in time as the power returned to the subway. The lights came back on and the subway continued smoothly for another 30 seconds until it reached its next stop.

JP was about to ask for her name and number when she walked out the door, turned, smiled, winked at him, then turned and walked away. In his post orgasmic stupor, JP could only wave an automatic goodbye before the subway door closed as it progressed to its next destination. For some reason James Blunt’s song "You’re Beautiful" kept going on inside his head as JP kept a blank look in his eyes and a smile on his face.

"Yes, she caught my eye As we walked on by She could see from my face that I was, Fuckin' high And I don't think that I'll see her again But we shared a moment that will last till the end"

Over the next few weeks JP tried to wrap his head around the experience. He went to see his doctor to get tested for STDs. The doctor didn’t believe JP’s story and lectured him about picking up hookers. Fortunately all of his tests came out negative. He vainly sought her at the subway station and deliberately missed his train a couple of times to see if she would come again. Driven to distraction he took a week vacation to go on a long drive to the coast.

JP wanted to avoid traffic and left mid-morning Tuesday. He probably over analyzed the preparation but hoped he would miss the normal morning rush hour traffic, people returning home from the weekend traffic, and before the lunch crowd traffic, a boring well-planned time to leave. He picked up a Venti size coffee for breakfast and some snacks in case he got hungry.

About two hours into JP’s drive, his "itty bitty bladder", or IBB, signaled its capacity was reached. He pulled off the main road and managed to find a rest stop off of the side of the road, nestled near a clearing surrounded by trees. It was a peaceful setting and JP mentally noted it as a place he could come and relax for future trips. If the site allowed camping, he might even consider camping here for a restful vacation.

For now, his IBB had more pressing needs. There was one car parked by the rest station. The car was a black sporty two-seater and was tricked out with front and back spoilers. It looked low to the ground. JP speculated that at night, the undercarriage would glow and the headlights were probably modified, too. As much as JP wanted to admire the car he had more pressing needs, or more specifically, he had needs pressing on his bladder.

Going into the bathroom JP heard distinct moans and voices.

"Yeah babe, your body is hot and your pussy so tight."

"Oh stud, your cock is so big, it fills me up. Bang me, fuck me, fill me up with your hot jism!"

JP couldn’t believe this was happening. He entered the rest station and saw a single urinal against the wall to the right. Adjoining it was a single wooden bathroom stall. A sink was opposite of the stall on the left. He looked closer at the bathroom wall and saw a well-worn hole, about cock high.

A glory hole!

"Oh babe, let me smell your sweet pussy. Bring your panties to my face. I want to smell your pussy juice while I fuck you."

There was a brief silence followed by some rustling sounds and some giggling. Two moans pierced the silence, one high pitched and one lower pitched. The moans continued without pause punctuated by "fop, fop, fop", the unmistakable sounds of a wet pussy being slammed.

Curiosity got the better of JP and he quietly approached the glory hole, bent down, and peered in. He saw a surreal sight almost like a scene from poorly acted class B porn movie. A naked young man was seated on the toilet with a pair of panties on his face. A bra affixed the panties to his head so he couldn’t shake it loose. A naked girl faced him riding his cock. She had full breasts around a B cup. Although the breasts were smothered by the boyfriend’s hands, JP could tell they were natural and he would have enjoyed sucking on her nipples. Her ass was firm and smooth, evidence that she took care of her body and worked out. She was wearing her high heels, the extra height helped her to bounce up and down on his cock. Her pussy juices coated his cock and made a rivlet that dripped into the toilet.

Transfixed, JP watched the surreal scene when she turned to face him. She had an elfin face and small sheen coated her body, in part from her arousal and in part from her exertion. Unbelievably, she winked at him, brought her forefinger to her mouth to signal him to be quiet, the started to suck three of her fingers to show off her oral skills. Her fingers worked deep into her throat to show she could suppress her gag reflex.

A minx!

Shocked, JP stood up. As he looked down he saw a petite glistening forefinger poke through the hole. It curled upward beckoning him, signaling him to poke his cock through the hole.

WTF!

Mesmorized, JP unzipped his pants and thrust his cock through the glory hole. It was immediately grasped by a firm, yet delicate hand. Then a warm moist mouth engulfed his cock, bathing it in spit while her tongue expertly probed and massage the underside.

JP remained silent while the young man continue to moan, "Yeah babe, your hot wet pussy will bring me off."

JP’s body struggled to accommodate the new sensations. The internal and external urethic sphincters heroically and painfully shut close in preparation for the oncoming orgasm. JP felt like a high schooler again with such incredible and sensual stimulations on and in him. Between the vision of the couple fucking, the hot mouth engulfing his cock, his bladder and muscles warring and placing incredible pressure on his crotch, he felt his orgasm immediately building. Dutifully, his body leaked copious amounts of precum for the oncoming rush of hot fluid.

Tasting and sensing his orgasm, the minx swallowed his cock, pulling it into her throat. Feeling the tight throat muscles massage massaging his cock was too much for JP. He felt his balls tighten and with a painful sudden burst, his cum surged through his cock directly into her throat and stomach.

Once JP’s body finished releasing its seminal fluid, it switched over to the other pressing need. JP could feel his bladder sphincters painfully relax and release the hot pee fluid directly into the girl’s throat and stomach.

For the girl, the prolonged hypoxia from cutting off her air supply, her boyfriend’s cock pounding on her cervix, and the feeling of fluids pulsing deeply into her gullet triggered a deep and convulsive orgasm. Literally fucked silly, all of her senses short-circuited and she only knew of her release and throbbing throughout her body.

For her boyfriend, feeling her convulse and smelling her pussy juices put him over the edge as he yelled, "Yeah babe, I’m pumping you full of my cum. Take it all!"

JP was astounded. He couldn’t believe the entire situation, the minx, the boyfriend, everything. How could this be happening? How could she hold her breath for so long? He found a minx while looking to pee. It developed into a DP with her BF and JP. She DT’d JP until he creamed. And how did he thank her?…. because of his IBB, he peed. JP knew it would serve him right if he got STD.

As JP withdrew a few drops of urine squirted into her mouth. At the same time JP heard the boyfriend say out loud, "That was great babe, come here and kiss me." JP quickly zipped up his pants and silently left. As he was exiting the door he heard the boyfriend exclaim, "What the…..YOU TASTE LIKE PISS!"

Relieved, JP quickly left the facility. As he passed the car, he still admired it, but knew he would or should never see it again. He now had another event to think about. As he started his car and continued his drive towards the coast he thought of the two recent occurrences, both purely by accident on his part, that made his life a lot more interesting and fun. Although he didn’t plan any of these, he definitely appreciated the happy endings. Even though he tried to pursue one of them to repeat the experience, the opportunity was elusive and only occurred with luck. Perhaps he had a guardian angel that looked over him and arranged for this. He chuckled at that thought, what guardian angel would arrange for such debauchery. Probably more like an impish devil. He knew he was over thinking the situation and should just enjoy it.

By early afternoon JP arrived at his destination. It was an off-grid cabin located a short hike from a protective cove. His uncle built this with the help of many friends and family members. The uncle allowed anyone from the family to use it as long as they helped to maintain it and kept it stocked with provisions.

As JP approached the cabin, he saw that the previous family member recently painted it and did some maintenance on the roof. He carefully opened the lock and slowly entered the cabin. It was quiet and uninhabited. He saw evidence of Delta Dust and boric acid discretely and strategically placed in the corners and other locations to keep the ants and other crawling insects out. He also smelled a hint of cinnamon oil used to also discourage house ants. Arming himself with wasp spray he carefully walked along the perimeter, both inside and out, looking for any wasps or hornets nest. While walking he inspected the cabin for any damage, deferred maintenance work, squirrels or rats nests.

Satisfied that the cabin was well-maintained and habitable, JP started to unload his car. He brought in two carboys of drinking water, a variety of canned and preserved meats and fruits. He also brought in chips and trail mix for snacks. In his previous outings he actually survived on the chips and trail mix. To help the other family members he stocked the pantry with real food for the families to enjoy.

The cabin had a wood burning stove in one corner and simple furnishings throughout the interior. There was a simple table with chairs, a cupboard with basic cups and dishes, and another cupboard that doubled as a pantry. In one corner of the room was a loft, accessible by way of a ladder on the side. If a family came with children, the kids usually quickly climbed to the loft to claim the top space.

It had both a rain cachement system and a ground water hand pump. JP thought it was both redundant and not safe, so he always brought his own water to drink and wash his dishes.

The lavatory was located below the loft. It had a composting toilet, a small window for natural lighting and a built-in table that could hold a lamp at night. Some family members joked that it was like an airline toilet, which led them to kid each other about practicing to join the mile-high club. The cabin was well-planned with outside access to the compost allowing for easy routine maintenance.

Most adults, JP included, brought their own sleeping bags. Some adults brought folding cots or air mattresses. JP did not bother with a cot or mattress, opting for a simpler experience. He planned this trip to help clear his mind and make sense of the recent events. Unfortunately, his experience at the rest stop added to his confusion.

JP decided to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening at the cove. The gentle lapping of the water, the palette of colors as the day met the evening, and the smell of salt air would provide a welcome distraction and help clear his mind of the recent events. He left the cabin unlocked, trusting that no one would be here at the secluded location.

As JP worked his way towards the cove he sensed something was different. He heard conga drums beating to a strangely familiar music, almost like something from a distant past. As he came closer he breathed in a sweet smell.

Rounding the curve he saw a group of men and women playing and dancing to music. The event was equipped with a small sound system playing the strangely familiar music. The women adorned their hair with flowers. Some of them wore white flowing dresses. The men dressed simply, some without shirts. A small group played a variety of musical instruments including guitars, a conga, maracas and a tambourine. The man playing the tambourine seemed to be leading them, as the others asked him to play a song for them.

Incense burners were strung generously throughout the camp, its scent and fumes filling the air. JP recognized the scent as marijuana and thought to himself that person could get high just on the second hand smoke.

The cove was relatively small, so although JP did not intend to intrude on them, he was nearby. As he settled in he felt this was a good way to relax. He could sit back and enjoy the scenery, the scents, and the sounds.

Just as he sat down two women, probably in their 30’s or 40’s approached. They wore simple white flowing dresses. The fabric was gauze-like and sheer. JP could tell they were not wearing bras nor panties. They adorned their head with a small wreath of flowers, almost like a circlet of flowers. They each held a small bouquet of flowers in their hands. As they approached him, they introduced themselves.

"Hi, I’m Starshine," said one.

"Hi, I’m Sunshine," said the other. She continued on, "We noticed you were alone here and we want to invite you to our celebration.

With that, each of them extended a flower to him.

JP responded, "Thank you, please call me JP." After exchanging greetings he got up and started walking with them. He extended his elbows like it was the most natural thing to do. Both Starshine and Sunshine linked their arms with JP and bracketed him on each side. Arm in arm, they made their way back.

At the camp, JP was introduced to all of the participants. Words like "groovy", "far out", "cosmic, and "I really dig that" floated around. Occasionally he would hear "bummer" and "downer". Sometimes he would here "Gaia" mentioned in reverence. He hoped he would meet Gaia and thank him or her. They all politely asked him his name and he would respond JP. If they pressed him, he freely explained his real name. Some of them asked him where he was staying and he innocently explained about the cabin nearby.

All around people were dancing and enjoying themselves to the beat of the music. Many of the women adorned themselves with strings of beads and a small wreath of flowers like the ones worn by Starshine and Sunshine.

In the back of JP’s mind, he knew something was out of place. They all appeared to be hippies, but even if they were middle aged, they would be too young to have grown up in the 1960’s. Part of him didn’t care. He was feeling good, almost euphoric. The music seemed to resonate throughout his body and almost on its own, his body writhed awkwardly to the music. He inexplicably started to feel hungry, not a ravenous type, but just an urge to munch on some snacks.

JP saw Starshine, Sunshine, (or was it Moonshine?) passing around some baked brownies. JP giggled spontaneously thinking to himself at the thought of the name, Moonshine. While munching on the brownies, he felt much, much better. While taking in the sounds, he felt the urge to move and gyrate to the beat of the music. JP didn’t care if the others noticed, or if they danced better than he did. He just knew he had to move in time to the beat. Starshine and Sunshine soon joined him in a writhing, pulsing, ménage à trois.

JP looked at Starshine and Sunshine and realized how beautiful they were. Their hot, sweaty bodies oozed sexual pheromones indicating their readiness. He reached out to them, caressing their faces. Though the beat was heavy, time seemed to slow down for them as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Wordlessly Starshine and Sunshine linked their arms with JP and the three of them slowly made their way towards on of the tents.

In the tent, JP found more incense burners, each wafting marijuana smoke, filling the tent. JP felt himself drifting towards another high while he asked, in almost incoherent sentences, how they could afford to waste so much pot…why are they so beautiful…he hoped they didn’t mind him saying, but they were very, very beautiful MILFS….he was feeling warm and speaking of warm, they looked HOT!

Sunshine and Starshine smiled like a mother explaining a story to a child. They explained that they grew up in San Francisco with their parents. Later, their families drifted to other parts of the country and raised them in an open environment. They met Gaia on their journey and joined her commune. To support itself, the commune grew medical grade marijuana. Whatever did not past inspection was saved for their annual solstice celebration. They lived off-grid to be one with nature and the cosmos.

Starshine, with a smile, gently pushed JP onto his back and placed her forefingers to his lips, and said, "We enjoy sharing our knowledge, our nourishment, and our bodies with you. Shall I teach you to properly treat a women’s pussy?"

Dazed, JP could only nod yes, like a young child that wants to please his mother. Starshine lifted her skirt and straddled his face, placing her pussy over his mouth.

"Pretend my pussy is like a melting ice cream cone. You want to lick along my sides, lick up the cream melting from my pussy," Starshine instructed.

Dutifully JP started with long deliberate strokes along her labia. Carefully, using both the flat and tip of his tongue he explored and stroked her pussy. He was delighted, like a young child, when he was rewarded with more pussy cream. The more he licked, the more he was rewarded with her wet essence. The music made sense to him and he rhythmically stroked her with his tongue.

Starshine was getting hot and excited and knew she would build to an exquisite orgasm. "You are doing very well," Starshine said. "Now for your next lesson. Be like the bee that goes to the flower to collect the nectar to make honey."

Dutifully JP used his tongue like a probe to delve deeper into her pussy. Then he remembered that the bees also collect pollen from the stamen. Using his tongue he lightly flicked around her pussy going higher and higher until found a nub, Starshine’s clitoris.

JP laughed silently to himself. It seemed fitting that a bee does its work around the plant’s reproductive organs. With that though he dove into his work with vigor. Using the tip of his tongue, he gently caressed and flicked the sensitive clit. As it grew and expanded, he used his lips to gently hold the clitoris and attacked it with darting, flicking touches of his tongue.

Starshine couldn’t believe JP’s technique and its effect on her. She felt sweat forming all over her body coalescing into small droplets. Her pussy was oozing ceaselessly into JP’s attentive mouth. Instinctively she cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She knew this would be a big one.

Suddenly, JP remembered another thing bees do. THEY BUZZ! Pursing his lips on her clit he started to buzz and hum.

The effect of a living vibrator overwhelmed Starshine. Here she was, straddling JP, treating him like a living Sybian. She yelled, "Oh Gaia! IAMCOMIIING!" and came with a shuddering climax. Her pussy paid its tribute to JP and squirted copious fluids into his waiting mouth.

Starshine slowly climbed off of JP and walked towards the corner where she curled herself into a fetal position to recover. Sunshine couldn’t believe the scene but knew she needed to experience it, too. She climbed and straddled JP’s face and said, "I’m next."

JP’s mind was buzzed by the drugs and experiences and kept thinking he was a bee pollinating flower to flower. He dutifully started to lick her pussy, which was like a dripping ice cream cone.

Starshine’s scream brought the attention of others from the group. Silently they filtered in. They were use to free love but never heard Starshine scream so loudly and passionately. They had to witness it themselves.

One of the girls approached JP’s supine body as if magnetically attracted to it. Sunshine was at one end of the pole and she went to the other. The girl started to play with JP’s cock causing it to stiffen and rise. In JP’s mind he still felt like a bee and remembered bees have a stinger. He felt his stinger growing stronger, longer, more potent under the girl’s ministrations.

While feeling better in his euphoria, he foggily remembered that a bee could only sting once, then it would die. JP didn’t want to die, but he still wanted his potent stinger. He knew if he could focus on other tasks he could prevent his stinger from shooting its load, thus preventing his death. With the plan in mind, he dove with more passion to collect nectar. Soon, Sunshine succumbed to his onslaught and shouted out her orgasm. With quivering legs, she climbed off of him to be replaced by another.

The girl that was playing with JP’s cock mounted his cock and started to ride it like a champion jockey. Soon, she too, screamed out her orgasm, dismounted, and was replaced by another. The girl at JP’s head also quickly came and was replaced with another girl. For JP, he felt a myriad of senses as fingers, mouth, pussy and ass enveloped and stimulated his cock. He breathed in scents from numerous pussies and tasted all of their nectar. All around him he heard moaning, applause, and voices of admiration. Soon word spread throughout the camp about JP’s prowess. He was able to cause sensational orgasms while resisting their best efforts to make him come.

After the last girl climbed off of his face, he sensed something different. The tent grew silent and felt an unusual sensation on his cock. It was smooth yet very firm. Not like lips, more like…GUMS!

WTF!

JP lifted his head and saw a 70 – 80 year old giving him the most incredible blow job. She had removed her dentures and was expertly using her tongue, lips, and gums to stimulate and explore his cock. Without fear that her teeth would nick him, she aggressively munched, kneaded, licked and massaged his cock like he never felt before.

JP immediately knew who she was. She was Gaia. The others stood around the tent. They watched in reverence as Gaia methodically worked over JP’s cock. They watched in awe as this stranger, who made many of the women scream in ecstasy, was about to enjoy the same gift.

JP knew he could not withstand this onslaught. He felt his precum flowing freely. She was expertly using this to lubricate her fingers and inserted one of them into his ass. She massaged his prostate while her mouth continued on his cock. Next, he felt a tightening of his balls. Like a supernova the rest happened very quickly.

"IAMCOMIIING!" JP yelled. All of his energy left him as he pumped his potent, precious fluid into Gaia’s waiting mouth. His stinger spent, JP felt all of this energy gone and his body floating helplessly in space.

JP was high and dry.

The next day, JP found himself in his cabin on top of his sleeping bag. He slowly got up to get his bearings, then carefully made his way to the nearby table. On the table was a letter, addressed to him, in beautiful, clean, and simple penmanship.

The first words, "Dear John…"

"Oh no," JP thought to himself. He received a "Dear John" letter. He decided to put the letter aside and complete the rest of his wake-up routine.

JP reverted back to his normal routine. First stop, the lavatory. His IBB with its pressing need. "Was it only yesterday?" he thought to himself as he relieved himself and relived the last 24 hours. After he was done he made his way to the sink, set up a mirror and was shocked to see his bloodshot eyes starting back at him.

Continuing his routine, JP inserted tinder and firewood into the stove. Soon the stove was hot enough to boil water for his coffee. He grabbed his coffee supplies, started a pot of water boiling on the stove, and set-up his drip filter for his cup of coffee. He rummaged around and decided to snack on his trail mix for his breakfast. When the water was sufficiently hot, he poured his coffee and ate his makeshift breakfast in silence.

After a few minutes the caffeine and high energy mix worked its magic and JP felt more awake and ready to tackle the day. JP carefully cleaned up after breakfast. No one wanted an ant infested cabin because the previous occupant was messy. One young couple was nonchalant about their hygiene and left a mess for the next family. The couple was subsequently blacklisted and told to rent a regular hotel with maid service.

After washing the dishes, JP pumped some water into a basin, then washed the sink and wiped the table. His rubbish and coffee grinds were thrown into a garbage bag and stored in his car to be disposed at home.

After running out of excuses and delaying tactics, JP sat down at the table to read the letter.

The penmanship was beautiful and firm, reflecting a person experienced and strong, with a vibrant personality. JP immediately knew Gaia wrote the letter.

Dear John, You have enriched our lives with your presence. Starshine, Sunshine, and many others deeply appreciated the depth and dexterity of your talents as well as your friendliness and charm.

Due to the nature of our business, though legal, we must keep its location a secret. By the time you read this letter we will be well on our way home. Please do not attempt to find us, it is for our safety we keep the location secret.

We do hope we can remain on a friendly relationship. We will be back here to celebrate the next solstice.

We all wish you peace and fulfillment in this age of Aquarius.

Gaia

JP mechanically and carefully folded the letter and put it away with the rest of his belongings. He walked down to the cove and only saw the waves gently washing all vestiges of the previous day’s activities. Returning to the cabin, JP numbly packed his belongings, cleaned the cabin, refreshed the insect baits, and secured the cabin. Though he had a few more days left on his vacation, he knew he would not be able to rest after that wild adventure.

JP retraced his route home. He stopped at the same rest stop and found the parking lot empty. When he went in, he saw the stall with the glory hole, confirming it wasn’t a dream. After relieving himself, he continued uneventfully towards home.

A couple of days after returning home, JP had a sore throat and felt a sharp pain when he pissed. Concerned about these symptoms, JP went to his doctor. Although dreading the lecture he would receive, he knew it was prudent to see the doctor promptly.

The medical visit was uneventful and he did receive the lecture. The doctor took a couple of cultures and said he would contact him with the results.

A couple of days later, JP was asked to see the doctor about his results. JP related well with his doc and they would sometimes joke with each other. After a short wait the doctor came in. He had a wry smile on him and lightly clapped his hands.

"Congratulations Mr. Finch, you have a routine case of gonorrhea. Fortunately this strain can be treated with a shot of ceftriaxone and an oral regimen of azithromycin. The nurse will come in and give you your shot and I’ll prescribe the medication for you. What I am surprised, however, is that you have an early case of thrush. It is a yeast infection in your throat, very unusual in healthy men."

JP looked dumbly at his doctor and silently mouthed …

WTF

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