Gateway to Bliss

Lola Down
4 min readSep 6, 2023
Jennifer Battistoni Kincade

[Continued from Sunstroke]

We hiked up the steep incline of the steps back to the parking lot. I was behind Lo and could see her ass cheeks and pussy as she lifted her leg for each tall step. The old man’s cum was running down her inner thigh and glistening in the sunlight as the setting sun illuminated her tan skin. After a harrowing time getting the car up the cobblestone drive to the road, Lo said to me, “That was interesting.”

“That’s one word for it,” I replied.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked.

I remained silent.

“There was something you didn’t see.”

“What’s that, Lo?”

I looked at her and her face blushed.

“What?” I asked again.

“Well, when the boy was tickling me. . .”

She was clearly having difficulty admitting whatever it was.

“Yes,” I said, drawn out.

“Well, he. . .”

“He what?”

“He put his, his pecker in me.”


“I know.”

“Just like that?”

“Well, we were wrestling and he was tickling me. You know how panorgasmic I am.”

“Every zone is your erogenous zone.”

“Yes! And I’m very sensitive to being tickled. He was tickling my side, my breasts, even my pussy.”

“That little devil!”

“I don’t think he intended to. I was just squirming around and his hands were everywhere.”

“Perhaps, or were you squirming in such a way as to get his hands. . .”

Interrupting me, and ignoring my question, she said, “And I squirted on him — completely involuntarily!”

“Can one ever voluntarily squirt?”

“And when I did, somehow, his little erect penis found its way to my pussy.”

“Inside your pussy?”

“Yes, but like only for a second. I was like, ‘Did he just do that?’ But I’m sure he did.”

“A wide target for a precise and small instrument.”