A Hearth Stopping Brew [M]

I’ll admit this is a bit of unorthodox writing for me, first time attempting something like this. Enjoy if you can.

A Heart Stopping Brew

My alarm wakes me from a deep sleep at 5:00 a.m , vibrating and playing the default alarm. I want to hit snooze but can’t, damn testing all day. “Marty, shut that darn thing off” my wife Heather mumbles under her breath facing away from me. I turn the phone to mute and rise up on the edge of the bed, for 35 years I have done this exact same routine. Same wife, same bed, same house and same job.

My name is Marty Thatcher, I teach full time at Buckley High School in a small midwest town outside of a medium midwest town. I stand up and hear the creaking of the knees and ankles. My age is really starting to show, at nearly 65 nothing works right anymore. I walk to the door and head out in the hall towards the stairs. It takes me a few minutes, but I get down them, the same way as I’ve done for 35 years. I walk to the kitchen and turn the coffee pot on, she is old and takes a bit longer than she used. Turning on the kitchen light overhead, I walk to the back door in the kitchen and unlock the deadbolt. The step outside is a warm morning welcome, a feeling of a hot day approaching is evident, but still dark. I walk my small stone path to the detached garage, and look near the entry door at the large rock on the right. It’s hard to kneel down but I get level with the rock and feel around the backside. I pull out a plastic walmart bag, once I open it I see exactly what I was waiting for.

Back in the kitchen I set the bag on the table, and check the coffee pot. The pot is ready and I release the filter holder, I reach in the cabinet and pull out a filter. I walk to the table with the coffee pot filter and set it next to the bag. I open the bag and pull out four polaroid pictures, and four separate bags.

The polaroid pictures are of Katie Mccormick. A slender 125 pound athletic blonde. I teach Katie mathematics, a senior this year, she turned 18 in June before school started. Katie happens to play multiple sports and is an aspiring Tennis star. Unfortunately Katie’s grades are awful and she is at risk of not getting a scholarship. Katie is not nude in the pictures, but wearing our high school shirts and showing off her backside in a purple thong. The thong appears to be Victoria’s secret. I set the photo down and reach in the Walmart bag, I pull out a clear sandwich bag which holds one pair of purple panties. Look the same to me. The three other photos are of similar substance. A photo with a matching pair of panties. I open one of the bags, lower my head to the opening and enhal. “Fuck thats ripe” I say aloud. These must have been her tennis match pair.

Katie is considered one of the “Hottest” girls in school. She actually approached me with the proposition. Ya see, Katie saw how I was looking at her in class, she knew her power of seduction would be too much for a dirty old man like me. Katie is a smart girl, though not academically, she would not sell out for anything but a way to improve her life. So Katie approached me one day after class, asking If I would like to see what was under her dress, she lifted up her uniform and flashed a fantastic pair of pink cotton panties before I could even try to say no. After that it was a tease session at school, day after day. Katie would wear tight see through leggings, or skirts far too short. One day she finally asked If I wanted a pair, for a better grade. A fair trade she called it, no one knows but us. At the time my dick didnt work, nor did I have any desire to fuck Katie, but a used pair of panties would do better than 4 viagra I would soon learn.

At the table I took all four panties out of the bags and placed them in the coffee filter. My cup was secure on the coffee maker bottom, the filter was slid into place with the panties being added. The brew button was hit, noises were made and the water began to pool from the nozzle. A thin yellow clearish liquid began to pour into my cup. I stand eagerly watching the brew, salivating over it. The taste of 18 year old dry pussy juice, and piss in the morning is better than any fucking Startbucks. The coffee is barely done brewing when I remove the cup from the coffee maker. I raise the glass to my mouth and blow steady with steam rising. I move my lips to barely taste the hot liquid, to try it. The liquid hits my lips and an iron and musty taste hit my tastebuds. I swallow the brew and it goes down hot, but ripe and delicious.

I lost my erections in my early 50’s and even Viagra didnt help, but for the last two months of drinking pussy coffee in the morning, my morning wood is like i’m a teen again. I take 15 minutes to drink the brew, while sitting I need to decide what I will do today. Will I jerk off to these pictures of Katie and burn them, or will I wake up heather and fuck her? I look at the pictures again, and my penis makes the decision for me, the pictures of Katie. I walk over to the coffee pot and pull out the filter. I select the purple panties and ring out the excess water. The panties are hot, but it will help. I head to the bathroom quietly and lock the door. I sit on the edge of the toilet and begin to sniff and lick the crotch. I tug myself faster, and faster. I’m envisioning licking Katies sweet and ripe labia, all over and down to her ass. I’m jerking faster, and faster and faster when all of the sudden.

I fall off the toilet and clench my chest. “What the fuck I scream out” as I struggle for air. “Aw fuck, I’m having a heart attack” I mumble to myself. I had one last year, and three prior. I know what they feel like. Right now I have a pair of panties, with a photograph of a student. I’m more worried about hiding this and dying than anything else. What will Heather think? I slide open the door and try to crawl back to the kitchen. The pain is building, my airway narrowing. I crawl, and crawl still clenching the panties in my hand without realizing it. My eyes get heavy, the crawling stops. I pass out.

To be continued ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gsk8iq/a_hearth_stopping_brew_m

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