My proof copy of the print edition of The Guitar Hero Goes Home, arrived this morning, and while I love being able to hold it in my hands, the cover art is skewed by about 1/4 of an inch on three of the borders, front & back.
It has been such a pain in the butt. Valerie keeps making the art work fit perfectly into the template, and then it keeps not printing correctly. So she’s going to try again…
Meanwhile, the book is actually already for sale, and so is the eBook. (Linked at the drop down menu above.) You might not notice the cover art being off, but we both sure did.
Well, I spent all of today on the new erotic short story, “1954 Powder Blue Pickup”. I am really , really happy with how it’s going, gang. It will probably run close to 20 pages when it’s done.
And while it’s intense and seriously skirts the boundary of “questionable consent” throughout, it is nowhere near as extreme as “Half-Moon Bride” was, so I’m going to go ahead and post a short excerpt here on the blog. I’ve tried to pick a segment that wasn’t too extreme.
However.
Please keep in mind that it is sexually explicit, it deals with subject matter that some readers could find offensive and it won’t be suitable for everybody. Thanks, gang!
Approx. 3 pages
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Excerpt from “1954 Powder Blue Pickup”
© 2020 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
When he was finished with her, she sat up, and grabbed a fresh Kleenex from her purse. She cleaned up her face as best she could, while he pulled up his trousers and zipped his cock back in.
Her skirt was still bunched around her waist and her panties were still down in back, revealing her ass, but first she reached for her blouse and put it back on.
“Wait,” he said. “Don’t button it up yet. Don’t hide those beauties!”
She smiled at him as he reached for her and pulled her breasts right up to his mouth. He licked her nipples and nipped at them and sucked on them. And while he did that, he reached a hand down her ass, feeling inside her underpants. “You’re soaking wet down there, you know that?”
She smiled, getting shy again. “I know,” she said. “I don’t know why.”
“It’s okay to like it,” he assured her. “Lots of girls like that.”
“They do? Are you sure? Because I’ve never heard about anything like this before.”
“Lots of girls do it – and like it. They just don’t admit it. It’s a secret.”
She gave it some thought “I guess it would have to be. Who’d ever talk about doing something like this?”
“Sure. Girls do all kinds of things that they don’t talk about.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” He took out a cigarette, lit it with his lighter and then passed it to her. Then he lit another one for himself.
They smoked in silence as she sat there with her blouse still unbuttoned and her naked ass hanging out of her soaking panties. Then she spoke. “Can you show me something else that girls like that they don’t mention?”
He gave it some serious thought. He knew he wasn’t going to get it up again; his dick was spent for the night. What could he do that would still suit his agenda – keep her focused on her asshole, this new thrill?
“I tell you what,” he finally replied. “Lie back on the seat there. Just lie down and lift your legs.”
“Can I keep my cigarette going?”
“Sure.” But he rested his own in the ashtray. Then he pulled her panties all the way off and spread her legs wide apart.
She laughed in delight. “I already know all about this,” she said. “Not that I don’t like it…”
“This’ll be a little different.”
She lay there and smoked her cigarette, and watched him get the little tub of Vaseline from out of the open glove compartment. “Is that what that was,” she said. “Vaseline?”
“Pull your knees up high,” he instructed her. “Up there close to your tits.”
She did as she was told. And she watched him scoop a big smear of Vaseline from the little tub and then felt it rubbing all around her asshole, and even up inside it.
She moaned as she sucked intently on her cigarette. “I think I might know what’s coming next,” she said.
“Maybe you do,” he said, tossing the tub of Vaseline back into the glove compartment. “But maybe you don’t.”
He got down between her legs and began licking her. She was already a sopping mess, but he didn’t care. His tongue went straight for that little spot she loved so much, and then he pushed two of his fingers right up her greasy ass.
“Oh god!” she cried out. “That’s too much! Just use one! Please!”
He licked her clit and he wiggled it with his tongue and he sucked it, while his two fingers kept a steady pace, fucking in and out of her asshole.
Oh god – ow – no! It hurt but he wouldn’t stop, so she sucked like crazy on her cigarette, quickly smoking it all the way down, because what he was doing to her clit at the same time felt so good, so good. She wasn’t sure what to do. Oh god, she groaned again, because her asshole had opened now and was bearing down on the steady fingers that were actually fucking her. And her captive clit got stiffer and stiffer in his sucking mouth.
“Shit!” she screamed out, her body shuddering. “Shit! Oh shit.”
She was actually coming – already. “Shit!” she sputtered again, because he wouldn’t let up on her; he sucked her clit so intensely now – like maybe it was a tiny thumb, or a little nipple that milk might explode from if he only sucked on it hard enough. And his two fingers fucked her so deep now and so fast, that she knew for sure her asshole had opened way too much for any girl anywhere to ever be proud of – to ever, ever speak about, to anyone.
When her body collapsed from the orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of her, then leaned up to her face. He took her spent cigarette from her and then said, “Lick my lips.”
“What?” She was panting, delirious.
“I said lick my lips. Go on, do it.”
She pushed her tongue out of her mouth and licked his lips, just like he told her to do.
“What do they taste like?” he challenged her.
She wouldn’t answer.
“They taste like pussy,” he said. “Your pussy. See? Dirty girls like you like all kinds of dirty things,” he said, kissing her full on the mouth then, knowing her own pussy smell would go right up her nose.
* * *
He pulled up to the curb outside of her apartment building, but before letting her get out of the truck, he said, “Give me a Kleenex. You can’t go inside looking like that.”
When she gave him a fresh Kleenex, he spit into it and rubbed every last trace of mascara from around her eyes – from where it had run and smeared. And then he said, “Put a little more lipstick on. You don’t wanna look like you’ve had your mouth anywhere where it shouldn’t have been, do you?”
She smiled at him, and fished her tube of lipstick from her handbag. “No,” she said. Then she took out her little pocket mirror and freshened her Wildberry Lipslicker.
He loved watching her do that to her mouth. He could feel it down in his balls.
“When can I see you again?” he said. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Well, I have to work…”
“I know, but what about after?”
“So soon? Do you think we should? Two nights in a row – my girlfriends are going to start asking me what’s up with you and me.”
“All right, then. Thursday – how’s Thursday sound?”
“That’ll be good,” she said. And as she opened the door to let herself out of the truck, he stopped her.
He pulled her face up close to his, kissing her cheek so as not to disturb her lipstick. “You be good,” he said quietly, “You hear?”
“I will,” she said.
“I mean it – don’t you go giving it away to anybody else. You need something, you get it from me. Right?”
“Right.”
He gently rubbed one of her breasts through her blouse. “Anything. You hear me? Anything your little mind can conjure up; we can do together. So you call me first.”
“There’s nobody else,” she said shyly.
“Okay, then. You have a goodnight. And I’ll see you Thursday. Unless you want me to stop by the store before that and just say hi?”
“Sure. That’ll be nice.”
“All right, then. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” she said.
She let herself out of the truck and he watched her ass in that tight skirt walk away from him; watched her walk up to the front door of her building and go inside. Then he put his truck in gear and started down the road.
Thursday, he thought to himself. How the hell am I gonna wait ‘til Thursday?
* * *
The following night, he drove by the drugstore, slowed down just enough to make sure he could see her there inside, working. He just wanted to know for sure.
His mind at ease, he drove across town – to where the street was better lit, where the people filled the sidewalks and the occasional girl leaned against a traffic sign or a parking meter. When he saw Shelley, he cruised to a stop.
He reached over and rolled down the passenger window and Shelley leaned in.
“Hey, stranger,” she said. “Long time, no see.”
“Get in,” he said,
“How much you got?”
“Enough to work it out. Come on, get in.” So she got in.
As he drove out to the edge of town, where it was dark and quiet and private, Shelley chattered up a storm, like they were old friends. But when he pulled the truck to a stop and parked it, she was all business.
“Really, hon – how much you got? I know what you want, but you gotta pay.”
“I’ve got enough,” he assured her.
“Let me see.”
He retrieved his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it and let her take out a twenty-dollar bill.
“Okay,” she said. Then she waited as he let himself out of the truck and then came around to the passenger door and opened it. He left it open so that the little overhead light stayed on. When he helped her get out of the truck, she turned around, leaned back in and bent over the seat.
“Let me just look for a minute, okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” she said, “but I don’t have all night.”
“I know,” he said, lifting her dress up high in back and then pulling her panties down. There was enough light coming from inside the truck for him to see her just fine. Then he squatted down and planted light kisses all over her ass.
“Well, this is new,” she said.
Then he spread open her ass cheeks and began licking her hole.
“This is real new,” she said, softly now. “What is up with you?”
But he didn’t reply. He went about his business, licking her asshole. Licking and licking, occasionally poking his tongue in, letting his cock get good and hard.
Shelley moaned and sighed deeply and lost herself for a while – forgot all about working.
And as he licked her hole and caught the scent of her there – the scent of aroused pussy and asshole and soap – he thought of another time he’d smelled aroused pussy and asshole and soap. Another girl who charged by the trick and not by the hour, and how she’d sat her asshole right down on his mouth, riding his tongue, while she leaned over at the same time and sucked his dick. That one had gotten filthy dirty with him, getting into the back of the truck with him, where he’d lain on his back on an old tarp and she’d straddled him, taking his cock straight up her ass and then grinding down on it, taking him in deep while leaning back on her outstretched arms and keeping her thighs spread wide so that he could look at her spread-open pussy while she ground her asshole down on his cock…
There’d been moonlight that night and she’d agreed to get completely naked. Out in the middle of nowhere. He’d seen everything there was to see. And he came in her ass. No condom needed.
“Let me cum in your ass,” he said now to Shelley.
“No chance,” she said. “My night’s just getting started. No man in this town wants to pay for sloppy seconds – you know that.”
“Come on, Shelley,” he urged her, getting up and reaching into the glove compartment for the little tub of Vaseline. “I gotta cum in there. Come on.”
“No.”
“How about an extra ten – will that help?”
She gave it some thought. “Twenty. Another twenty and you can cum in my ass.”
“Will you hold yourself open while I fuck you?”
She sighed in disbelief. “Okay,” she finally agreed. “For another twenty – that you hand to me right now – you can cum in my ass and I’ll hold it open for you.”
* * *
For some reason, he liked it better when the woman’s panties were halfway down her thighs and not all the way down to her ankles. He thought it looked dirtier that way. Like they were getting away with something and might get caught at any moment.
That’s how it had been his first time – because the first time that he’d gotten his cock up a girl’s ass, it had been his cousin’s ass. One summer at a family reunion, when she’d flirted with him until his cock had gotten so hard they’d snuck into an upstairs bathroom together – where she’d known there would be Vaseline.
She was a year older than him and she was the first girl to clue him in about how fucking a girl in her ass kept her a virgin so there’d be nothing at stake. You could both have fun and just walk away.
His cousin had bent over the edge of the tub, still in her high-heels, with her skirt pulled up high and her panties halfway down. She’d been the one to smear Vaseline on her own hole and also on the tip of his cock. They were both so slippery that he’d gone right up her asshole, even though his cock was thick and rock-hard. He’d held her cheeks open and watched his cock push in and out of that impossibly tight hole, while she gripped the edge of the tub and tried not to fall head-first into it – he was pounding her that hard.
How he had loved looking at that – his cock stuck up that snug hole, her panties down her thighs, until he saw a strand of that gooey wet stuff drip out of her hairy pussy and land right in the crotch of her panties. That was all it took. He came. He gripped her hips tight and pounded her asshole so hard that she’d started to cry, she’d even tried to pry his hands off of her to try to get away, but he held her and he fucked her good and then he jerked his load right up his cousin’s ass.
The last time he’d seen her was at her wedding. The whole evening, she barely looked at him…
Excerpt from “1954 Powder Blue Pickup”
© 2020 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
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