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A Simple Life: Chapter 208
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 16:55:06 +0000 UTCWinona and I sit side by side on the blanket I’d brought along, her arm around my shoulders with me snug against her side, with the cliff at our back and glorious rosy-orange sunset in front of us. She was still naked and I was still mostly that way though I still had my shoes and socks on and my pants were still around my ankles. We keep each other warm as best we can but the sun’s heat was ebbing as it began to disappear over the horizon and the sea wind had rapidly cooled our sweaty flesh. The swifting cooling had made my pale little package, lit all golden by the sun’s rays, shrink up into a cute little bundle and nub yet somehow Winona’s flaccid penis still laid large and her big balls hung down to rest on the blanket.
“Mmmm.” I coo happily as I lay my head on her strong shoulder. “Where d-did THAT come from?”
“Baby.” She kisses my head. “I’ve been waitin to do that since the moment we stepped aboard the Bella. With Grandpa around I know I gotta be good, but it’s those times I can’t have ya that I want you the most. And watching you pilot the ship and how you’re so in control of things…mmm, very sexy baby.”
“In control?” I giggle. “I d-don’t know about that.” I squirm a little just to feel my slippery pussy glow a little harder. She had fucked me sooooo good. My whole body felt used and fatigued in all the best ways. God I’d needed that. “I really liked that lube!”
“Me too.” She kisses my head. “I think we’ve got a new favorite.”
“Mm hm.” I snuggle closer then lean up and make a little squeak to beg for a kiss. Happily I am given one. “Mmm. I hate to rush this b-but…”
“Getting cold?”
“Mmm.” I nod. “And I’ve still g-got something to show you before it gets dark.”
“There’s more?”
“M-Maybe the coolest thing of all.” I nod off to our right where a second crevice cut through the stone. She leans down for what I thought was another kiss by bypasses my face to hunch over to give my near titty a hard suck and a bite! “Ooo!”
“Heh!” She smirks. “Let’s go.”
We get up and Winona helps me clean up. My panties were stained with lube and cum but they’d be hidden beneath my clothes. Before getting dressed we both needed to go pee and, given the natural splendor of our environment, there was one place to do it. Standing side by side with our dicks in our hands at the edge of the cliff where it didn’t face the breeze directly, the waves crashing far below us, we pee. A golden arc of piss extends through the air as Winona’s stream is the first to start followed closely by a far thinner yellow stream that shot out way higher and further than hers. Showing off I aim my trajectory to cross over hers to darken a bit of the cliff I knew she couldn’t reach. Always the competitive one Winona’s eyes narrow and catch her abs tighten out of the corner of my eye as she tries to pee harder. Despite her efforts her stream only goes half as far as mine and she was running out of ammunition fast. Without a word she glares over at me.
I shrug. “Smaller hose, bigger pressure.”
“Pfff!” Her piss stream starts to jiggles up and down as she laughs. “Ha ha ha ha!”
After we dress Winona goes to shoulder the pack again but I say. “This part’s a tough climb. And we g-gotta go quick.”
Leaving the pack and camera gear behind I lead her up the step, narrow crevice that lead to the top of Bon Mainz. It is short and challenging ascent but nothing to really challenge a pair of fit young ladies in their prime. As soon as we climb out onto the plateau the West wind hits us full force sending Winona’s long straight hair that she’d pulled loose for the photos whipping out like an black flag. Some confused nesting seabirds look our direction but as we respected their space few of them retreated. As wee hike a couple hundred yards across the flat roof of Bon Mainz I again point out some of the cool flora and fauna that obstinately survived up here in the shallow patches of scant soil. In the distance parked at the end of the long channel the white hull of the Bella stands out against the dark sea in the long shadow of the island.
“Here we are.” I say at last motioning to a bare patch of stone in front of us.
Winona, struggling mightily with her wind-whipping hair, looks at me curiously then back to what seemed like a featureless expanse of rock. I smile when I see her eyes suddenly focus. Here and there were a series of perfectly circular depressions in the living stone that themselves formed another precise ring that measured about twenty yards across. In the very center is a pyramid like protuberance in the natural stone about knee high. With the light low the shadow cast by it appeared as a long onyx obelisk stretching out behind it.
“What…?” She says at a whisper as she makes her way to the center.
“Cool huh?” I hurry past her to kneel by the central feature. Rubbing the cold rock face I pat it. “This is the highest point on B-Bon Mainz.” My fingers trace a very slight and extremely weathered little depression on the West facing plane of the pyramid. “Can you see it?”
Winona walks up to look down, her expression reverent. “It’s…a whale. It’s a whale!”
“Woah!” I say, looking down at the roughly oval shaped indent. “That’s r-right. Archaeologists think it m-might be a whale. M-Maybe even Ehkolie itself.”
Her reaction was nothing like what I expected. I thought she’d say ‘cool!’ or run around excitedly like she had on the boat but instead she just…stares. She stares until at last she lowers to both knees and puts her hand over her mouth.
“Um.” I say. “It’s old. Really old. They f-found some flint blades and stuff d-down at the lookout.” I pat the rock. “Th-They think it m-might even be from before your p-people crossed the land bridge to North America.”
Her eyes flash angrily and snaps up to fix on mine. “My people have always been here. Always!”
“Oh!” My heart flutters as her rage takes me aback. “Um…I-I-I’m sorry…um….”
She sighs and with it all her anger drains. “No, Sprout. I’m sorry.” She says, her tone low and serious but apologetic. “We…can be a bit sensitive about this stuff. It’s tough having other people always telling you about your own history. Ya know?”
“Yeah.” I say, moving over to kneel beside her. “I do understand.” With Jack and Mom telling me what I really thought about things and what I really needed to do with myself all my life I knew it right down to my bones. How frustrating it must be for an entire culture to be talked down to like that. Settling in at her side I say softly. “Wh-What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know.” She says, her eyes panning around. “This is a holy place, for sure.” She smiles and splays her fingers over the stone in front of her, careful not to touch the rise itself. “There’s magic here, Sprout. It’s all around us.”
“Yeah.” I smile too. “I can f-feel it. I really can.”
“I wish I’d brought something to offer.” She feels around her clothes but comes up empty. Instead she puts an arm around me and pulls me in tight. “I only brought one for Grandpa.”
“Grandpa?”
“Never mind.” She pinches my nose. “None of your business.”
We stay there in silence for a few minutes. Under her breath Winona whispers some prayers and songs in a language ancient and powerful. At her side I keep quiet and humbly allow this place to open up for me like I never had before. There was a magic here. I saw it now. I felt it now. And it transformed everything. Early on Winona had asked me if I believed in magic and I’d answered no. But this place, this moment, and every step between when she’d asked that question and right here had proved me wrong. Magic was real. Not just here, but everywhere. It surrounded me everyday. It was there in a hummingbird’s wing, in the soft sigh of a valley breeze, in a brother’s sharing, in a roommate’s redemption, in the raucous laughter of a bunch of Misfits, in a new family’s love, in the bliss of an anal orgasm, in the ache of a mother’s alcoholism, in the pride of a stranger-father’s achievements, in a Mama cat’s purr, in this quiet moment of prayer and in a Grandpa’s longing for his missing half. As I look over at my beautiful lover as she softly sang with the wind, her eyes closed and her face a peace, I could feel it most strongly in bond between her heart and mine. I would never doubt again.
Comments
nope
Only vaguely. I remember AI being more advanced was a novel element chosen.
Grimbous
Anybody remember wayyyy back in the creation polls when y'all chose what Ehkolie's mystery would be? lol This has been a long time coming.
