Literotic asexstories – From LadyHawke to Hawk Tuah by Norway_1705,Norway_1705
From LadyHawke to Hawk Tuah.
An 18yo girl receives sexual advice from older girls.
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A short contribution to the “Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024.” Please remember to vote for the OTHER tales of this Event if you didn’t like mine. All the characters are adults.
English is not my native language, please forgive my mistakes.###
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Chapter 1: “OMG, Isabelle! Your blowjob is always amazing! But how did you learn these tricks?”
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I had cum down Isabelle’s throat, and I was in classic Post-Nuts Clarity.
The thought runs faster after the penis has ejaculated.
While she swallowed it all, with self-sacrifice and spirit of service (servicing with a smile, have a good day), I had been thunderstruck by the thought that perhaps my virginal girlfriend had learned to give head so well, from some unknown man.
I know some candaulists would be excited by that thought, but I was not. “No-cuckolding” is the first pillar of my life.
Without thinking, I proclaim those words aloud.
“OMG, Isabelle! Your blowjob is always amazing! But how did you learn these tricks?”
I was too weak at that moment to give a suspicious or polite intonation. I just mumbled.
She swallowed with one last noisy swallow, then smiled as the tip of her tongue searched the contours of her lips for a few exiled or fugitive drops. She always wanted to be sure she had captured all my sperm.
With a note of joy, she said, “Honey, you are suspicious! My teachers were two girls, don’t worry. It was the national Nude Day holiday, and I was in Nashville at the home of my two cousins Janine and Karen.”
Amidst the babbling, I muttered, “Nashville, Tennessee.” Then I listened without interrupting.
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Chapter Two. How My Family Celebrates “Nude Day” in Nashville, Tennessee.
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[POV of Isabelle confessing to boyfriend.]
Before I turned 18, I was a shy girl raised in a very bigoted Catholic family. My father never mentioned things like “romance” or “boyfriends,” and my mother was so puritanical that it was the teachers at school who taught me what tampons were.
I won’t say I was in a Stephen King “Carrie”-type situation, but almost.
I was reading many novels but on a very allusive level. The Princess is a prisoner of the privateers, but no one touched her, then on the last page the captain asks her for a kiss, she consents, and they live happily ever after.
Just so you know: half of my T-shirts had the face of a Disney princess printed on them, and not one of those modern nymphomaniacs like Jasmine seducing Jafar half-naked, or Belle who would be willing to practice unnatural sex with Beast in his wild form!
No, my favorites were Snow White and Aurora. One love kiss and nothing else.
My favorite movie was “Ladyhawke,” a very old movie from many years ago. Mind you, it had Matthew Broderick playing a little boy! In the cast appeared Rutger Hauer, who looked so handsome to me, and the gorgeous Michelle Pfeiffer. Her character had the same name as me, Isabelle.
Since it is a very old movie, I will tell you the plot without fear of spoiling anything.
Because of a curse, the two lovers are separated all the time. During the daylight hours, he is a knight accompanied by a Falcon. During the hours of night darkness, she is a beautiful lady, while he turns into a huge black wolf.
Because of the curse, they could never embrace each other!
Oh!
I loved this when I was young! The two lovers who were united with their two souls, but unable to unite with their two bodies!
Oh, tsk, tks! You don’t dare flaunt that perverted face. I know what you’re thinking: many white women get penetrated by the penis of their huge pet dog, and many white men stick their penises into the cloaca of chickens, geese and Hawks.
Well, no.
None of that.
We were in the backyard of my aunt’s house in the rural countryside around Nashville.
There were four of us. Me, my aunt’s two daughters, Janine and Karen, and my cousin Cletus. Yes, I know it sounds stereotypical. But he looked more like the Rabbit from “Bianca & Bernie the Rescuers” (1977). Cletus also had a squinty eye, always seemed to be high on hash, and had as a talisman a pint of clay that we don’t know what it contained. 24 yo, Cletus was tall but clumsy, with arms that were too long and a body that was too skinny. Besides, he was my cousin; I didn’t think of him that way.
Cletus was naked together with us, but he was harmless, with a flaccid penis. I guess his mind was distracted by hashish fumes.
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While Cletus slept naked without even looking at us, I chatted with my two female cousins.
Janine and Karen, are both in their early 20s. Two rural women, not virgins but certainly far more naive than those kinky urban sluts: or so I thought!
I was narrating the last novel I had read: some Sorceress turned assassin, bound by a curse that compels her to obey her father, even to the point of high treason. When her father commanded his daughter to eliminate the future emperor, she failed (because she was attracted to his pure, flawless style). And, sorry but it’s important, the archduke was a hero without blemish, like Aragorn or Faramir…”
My cousin Karen interrupted, in a bored voice.
“Tolkien?
Seriously?
I thought you were 18 by now, Isabelle!
Have you ever done a blowjob?”
I blushed and confessed that I had never done one.
The two girls looked at each other and then said they would teach me everything.
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Chapter 3. Give Him That “HAWK TUAH”
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I asked, “But doesn’t it suck to take it in the mouth?”
“It sucks only if the male has not washed himself with soap. Of course, if you only read novels about barbarians, privateers, and elves in the mud, soap will be very rare. But even the pussy might smell bad if not washed properly.
However, you see, here we have Cletus Deadeye, who despite his addiction to 420, is a very clean person. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed, because he claims that that way it resembles the penises you see in porn movies. And if you smell it, you can see that it doesn’t smell, because Cletus washes properly.”
“Okay…”
“The tricks to a perfect blowjob are, essentially, three.
Enunciated by the most famous generals of the American Revolution of 1776, and still valid today.
(a) Ambush the enemy army from behind.
(b) Shoot only when you see the whites of their eyes! Ha, ha!”
I hesitated to ask. “The third statement is missing…”
“The first, it means, you must touch the anus of your prey, or victim, or husband/master, you choose. The anus is the game changer. Sometimes you just have to rest a fingertip on the outer skin, other times you’ll have to insert your whole finger wet with saliva and lubricated.
I know some men enjoy seeing how struggling a girl “forced” to give head with her wrists cuffed behind her back–the eye wants its share, too! But in that case, those men give up prostate stimulation, and that’s bad.
The second, means the man craves to see your eyes while you perform. Never deny him this pleasure. The eyes are the mirror of the soul. If you maintain eye contact, your souls will be connected! You will see the orgasm in his eyes before you see it in his cock!
Still, I hesitated to ask. “The third utterance is missing…”
In a thick Southern accent, my cousin burst out laughing, “Oh, you gotta give him that ‘HAWK TUAH’ and spit on that thing!” (she uttered “THANG”) an onomatopoeia for the sound a person might make while spitting.
I could not believe my ears.
The two girls were laughing and even Cletus, though foggy, was smiling innocently.
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My cousin took me by the hand. “Come. Try it now. Cletus, do you mind if we do a science experiment in human anatomy?”
“Be my guest,” confirmed Cletus, in a thick Tennessee accent.
“So, Isa, here’s the plan. Here we have Cletus’s flaccid penis. He is not in love with any of us, he is a completely distracted cousin. Now, the experiment is to get him so aroused that he will cum. And consider that the starting point is totally flaccid!”
“But do I have to suck him?”
“No, go ahead. YOU just have to spit. I’ll do the finger, and I’ll swallow the cum. Yes, swallow it. It’s good manners. You don’t spit out the semen.”
“Okay…”
My cousin wet her middle finger for a long time, then placed it in the middle of Cletus’s bare cheeks, lying on his side.
I could see that just resting her fingertip on the outside had already achieved a first tentative erection in that flaccid penis.
But Karen did not stop. With a decisive move, she spread the cheeks of his ass, and buried her finger deep inside, with knowing calm. She knew what she was doing.
“Now is the time, Isa. Oh, now! You gotta give him that ‘HAWK TUAH’ and spit on that thing!”
I collected the saliva in my mouth and spit.
We used to do this as children to see who could get the farthest.
It was nothing forbidden or transgressive.
But Cletus got excited.
Why? Why was he wet? Why did it simulate precum? Because it had the same consistency as vaginal humor? Or maybe because my mouth was so close to his hard cock?
The saliva from my spit obscenely wet Cletus’s frenulum.
Janine also aimed, and she too decided to give him that ‘HAWK TUAH’ and spit on that thing!
Cletus’ erect cock trembled under that spit storm!
And then, Karen also coughed and then decided to join in. Now it was her turn, to give him that ‘HAWK TUAH’ and spit on that thing!
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His erection pointed toward me, like a huge one-eyed snake (Deadeye Cletus).
Karen grabbed the shaft and gently massaged it.
With her thumb, she smeared saliva on the penis, gently scratching the frenulum with her fingernail.
The other cousin, Janine said, “If you have your hands free, it may be helpful to stroke the shaft, but don’t rush it. Remember that males can jack off for many, many minutes without cumming. You don’t have to rush.
Look at Karen’s eyes. See how she never breaks eye contact?”
I looked mesmerized. For I don’t know how many minutes Karen kept urging his prostate, stroking the shaft, and sucking the knob while staring into his eyes.
Cletus groaned louder and louder, in an ever-closer rhythm.
I could tell he was about to cum.
In a gesture of kindness, he tried to warn Karen, to save her the trouble of swallowing all that mess. After all, it was just a science experiment to teach me!
But Karen gave no sign of stopping; rather, she welcomed the knob deep into her throat. As she sucked even harder.
Whimpering, Cletus cummed in her throat.
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I was wet and aroused. My cousin’s gestures had seemed so full of Empowerment! Cletus was just an inanimate object, while she looked like a priestess of Venus, a sorceress, a witch, and a succubus!
I wanted to be like that, too!
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I stopped reading light novels. I started reading very detailed and graphic pornography.
I never had sex with anyone but you, my love.
But I learned so much from my cousins and from Deadeye Cletus.
Before, my nickname in the family was “LadyHawke Isa.”
Now, the elders still call me that, but my cousins call me “Lady Hawk Tuah”!
Are you happy, my love?”
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I had fallen asleep, overcome by prolactin.
Post-nut Clarity lasted a few moments, then drowsiness took over.
And then there were still other tricks for the perfect blowjob, which Isabelle had not yet confessed to me!
Sooner or later I have to get the story told while I am wide awake.
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THE END.
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### Dear reader, this is an old tale that I have been saving for a long time. But the sudden wave of “Hawk Tuah Girl” on social media (with baseball hats and t-shirts) persuaded me to add a few sentences to an old draft conceived for a 750-word challenge. Years from now, no one will remember that meme or even this story.
A short contribution to the “Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024.” Please remember to vote for the OTHER tales of this Event if you didn’t like mine.
English is not my native language, please forgive my mistakes.###
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