Memoirs of an Immortal

Sarah Norman once had sex with a god, which is why she's now over 6,000-years-old and still looks 36. When you're immortal you find yourself in a lot of interesting situations, and in a lot of bedrooms, leafy glades, and other sexy spots. You might even find yourself in the bed of an oversexed erotica writer.

The book is still being written, but so far Sarah (or Zara, as she was originally known) has spent time as a priestess in a Moronite temple where giving thanks involved the worshipper getting his cock sucked or her pussy licked, screwed her grown son, the Moronite god Oroyna, and her demigod son, Nalaro.

More recently, she’s attended orgies in Imperial Rome, been involved in threesomes with Robin Hood and Maid Marian, carried on a passionate love affair with her companion in Restoration England, written pornographic novels in Victorian England, possibly had an affair with an Alsatian in an Atlanta suburb, appeared in sex movies in the ’70s, and, of course, fucked around with me.

It’s also possible she wasinvolved with William Shakespeare, Caligula, Jack the Ripper, Sherlock Holmes, and a few other historical or fictional sorts.

Expected publication date 2019.

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Marian dropped to her knees and began to lick Robin’s cock. Her pink tongue flicked at the tip, traced a wet path down one side and back up the other. She wrapped her fingers around the big rod, pulled back the foreskin to expose the fat, purple tip, and ran her tongue slowly around the corona.

 

“Very tasty,” she said, looking at me. “Come, have a sample.”


I knelt beside her. Her lips covered one side of the swollen glans while I pressed mine against the other. Our tongues snaked out under his cock, licking him, touching, moving wetly against each other.


We moved out, pressing our lips together, letting our tongues explore, before again sliding back and forth along either side of Robin’s fat cock. Marian moved up to the head now, opening her lips and taking it between them. Her mouth slid tentatively down his cock, taking him deep, pulling back, then engulfing him again.


I dropped down lower onto the rush-covered floor, sucking on Marian’s pink, puffy nipples, letting my kisses trail down her body and through her blond bush. I pressed my tongue between her pussy lips. She responded by parting her thighs, never once breaking the rhythm of her body as it arched and straightened while she sucked Robin’s cock.


I moved around behind her, sliding my head between her legs. Lifting my head, I again pressed my mouth against her cunt, sucking on the inner lips, driving my tongue as deeply as it would go into her officially-virginal depths, licking along her slit, circling, probing at her pee hole, working my way up to her pink, pearl-like clit.


Delicious juices began to make their way from deep inside her, coating the pink, pulsing flesh between her cunt lips. I loved the taste; I always have. My tongue flicked rapidly against her clit. Her hips began to rotate, pressing her pussy harder against my mouth. With her thighs pressed against my ears, I could hear the pulsing sound of the blood rushing through my veins. One of her hands was tangled in my hair, pulling me tighter against her.


She gave a sudden gasp and a hard jet of hot pee burst out of her and shot into my welcoming mouth. I pulled myself tighter, my mouth surrounding her pee hole, my tongue licking up the last few drops.


Marian rose to her feet, walked over to Robin’s bed. She climbed into the bed, face down, resting her weight on her elbows and knees, her lovely, round ass raised conveniently. Robin got into the bed behind her, pressing his beautiful cock against her asshole.


You recall what I said about officially-virginal, no? Marian loved toys in her cunt—I’d placed a few of them there myself—but she was taking no chances on turning up with child before there was a wedding ring securely on her finger.


She looked over at me, smiled, and ran her tongue over her lips. I moved over to the bed, sat down in front of her, and slid my pelvis forward. Marian lowered her head and kissed the peak of my cunt, sucking gently on my clit, still hiding beneath its hood. While Robin plowed her ass, she began to graze on my pussy. I settled in, my back resting against the rough wall behind the bed, my body glistening with sweat in the warm hut, my cunt tingling, pulsing, as the fair maiden who would soon enter a nation’s folklore ran her tongue over all my secret places.


I suppose Marian had brought Robin nearly to a peak while I was eating her, for it could have been no more than two minutes before he was groaning, arching his back, and emptying his balls into the dear girl’s ass.


As he did so, she grabbed my behind, pulled my cunt hard against her mouth, and increased the speed of her tonguing. In moments, I was crying out myself. I could feel the muscles in my pussy contracting and relaxing in a beautiful rhythm, feel the warm, ecstatic spread of orgasmic energy as pleasure overwhelmed me.


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