” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher ” by blueheatt

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher

* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*

__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.

I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”

She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”

I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”

I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.

I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.

I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”

Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.

On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.

Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head yes.

“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”

The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)

She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg…there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt…..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt…tell me Kurt.”)

Well….I sure did as she asked…. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“….oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.

(“Kiss them Kurt…kiss them hot, I know you want them…kiss them all over and lick them all you want….lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes…your doing beautiful Kurt…keep that up Kurt…”)

Mrs. Clay, (Jill)

It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.

I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.

We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.

I’m still waiting.

When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.

Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me….and that’s just what I wanted too.

Kurt…..

She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,…. I’m late for my next class, can you…. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.

This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine….besides….your in no condition to leave…just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.

Jill……

This was so risky!…but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went….mmmm…all gone.

Poor Kurt’s eyes…they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not…to smile.

Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and…..wait….my classroom…it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.

It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually….and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure….

10 am, and my class filed out….all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”…the other students thinking he was in trouble with me …again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.

Kurt….

My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “…Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?…do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?…is that what’s your after?…tell me how bad you want me Kurt…tell me.”

I thought…OK, it’s one of her weird games again…so I told her…. “ Mrs. Clay…I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…I want you so bad…”

Well,…. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.

Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy….all warm and wet…I must go kiss it now.”

She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume…strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.

Jill……
My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was…,
let’s just say…‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.

Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride…..

Oh my…the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive….everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “…oh Kurt…baby…do you want to ’own me’?…do you want me that bad?…” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.

That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.

He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.

He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him …and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had…then…it was like the world stopped. …

He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me….we just couldn’t stop fucking…and fucking…until we both went weak…and just held on tight….squirming…

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Jill…..

It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:

“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.

“No mam,….. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘…., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”

Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“

We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.

I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.

I taunted him.

In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”

That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone….”

Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.

I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go…..and again….and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.

This was the kind of fucking I wanted.

Kurt…..

She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me…..well… ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.

I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped….that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.…what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy…..

She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before…as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep……

*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.

“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way….now wait…Kurt…you’ve got that look in your eyes….not now…please Kurt…..we’ll both be late for school….Kurt…stop baby…you’ll mess up my hair and clothes….mmmmm…not on the living room rug….oh damn you…we’re going to be late again…mmmm…oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me…Kurt…Oh my god…..

Oh Yes!….deeper baby…. deeper!…”

You Made Me Cum About Ten Times by Don’sdick

Introduction:

It’s a fact… naked bodies will attract, regardless“My goodness, Don, I think you made me cum about ten times. How do you last so long?”

I had just emptied my nuts into my 24yr old neighbor, Nancy. The girl (at 58, It’s still permissible for me to call one that age a ‘girl’) was in a serious relationship with her boyfriend, Al, but he was out of town… and she was horny.

“Honey, you should have known me in my younger years. As the saying goes, “I used to do it all night… now it takes me all night to do it.” I’m not sure I’m able to do this good of a job every time, but I sure do hope this ain’t the last time. You, young lady, are good… mighty good.”

************

It all started a couple months ago, when I moved to the small mobile home next door to Nancy and Al. He saw me unloading a few furniture pieces and asked if he could help. 
Of course, I accepted and we knocked out the pickup load in no time. 
Nancy was cooking some burgers on the grill and I was invited to join them.

I learned that Al worked at an independent auto parts store and Nancy trained horses. As with most girls that ride a lot, she had a plain face, wide ass, and an absolutely awesome, firm set of tits. 
Nearly always, she would be home two to three hours before Al. They had been together for almost two years, but had no kids. I filled them in on my hobbies… cooking and writing. It was a good evening and the next day, I smoked a delicious pork roast, smoked corn-on-the-cob, and baked a blackberry cobbler. 

This time, they came to my small patio for supper, “Wow, Don, this is the best corn I’ve ever tasted. What did you do special to make it so good?”

I explained to her about leaving the corn inside the shuck and cooking it slowly on the upper rack of my smoker. I also told them the long, drawn out, story of my divorce. 

“Yeah, well, The corn is really good, Don, but I’m kinda partial to the pork,” Al spoke up, “What kind of rub do you use?”

Again, I love to cook. I rarely glance at a recipe. But I tried to explain what seasonings I used. What I didn’t tell them was that I had ‘rubbed’ my cock and mixed my cum with the other spices, then smeared it all over the roast. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?

Each time I fixed a meal for my new, young neighbors I managed to serve my body fluids to them in one way or another. Yeah, I know… I’m a sicko bastard..

But a couple weeks afterwards, Al had to go out of state for a ‘car accessories’ convention. I cooked a pot of venison chili, thinned it a little with some piss, and when I saw Nancy get home, I spooned up a big bowl full and slipped on some clothes. For the record, I’m single; nobody lives with me; so I rarely wear any clothing around the house.

About twenty minutes after she drove in, I left my back door and walked across our back yards. As I walked up the steps to their deck, my eyes were treated to a sight I wasn’t expecting. 

Just inside the glass sliding doors, lying in the evening sunlight shining through them, was Nancy… naked and masturbating. Many thoughts went through my mind, but only one thought went to my dick…

The sunlight was bright enough that she kept her eyes turned away from the doors… she never knew I was watching. When I saw, and heard, her having an orgasm, I set the bowl of chili on the patio table and walked back home.

Ten minutes later, I sent her a text, “Did you find the bowl of chili I left for you?”

The return text read, “Yes, I did. Thank you. It’s still hot, when did you bring it?”

“About 15 minutes ago. I was going to say ‘hi’ but I could see you were….. ‘busy’.”

It was probably another ten minutes before she responded, “You saw me?”

“Every beautiful inch.”

“OMG!”

“No problem, I have to do that, too. I’m single, remember?”

“OMG! I can’t believe this. Please don’t say anything to Al.”

“No problem, enjoy the chili… and I’ll enjoy the sight embedded in my memory.”

I didn’t hear anything else from Nancy that evening. The next day, I got a text, “Chili was very good. Supper’s on me this evening. My place, ok?”

“Wonderful. Do I need to “dress” up?”

“Whatever…. I’ll be dressed the same as yesterday.”

“Sounds fantastic to me. I’ll plan on doing the same.”

“Ok… eyes only, though. No sex.”

“Grrrrr… but I can live with that. 5 o’clock?”

“5 is fine.”

When I tapped on the glass door, Nancy waved for me to come in. She was at the kitchen range, wearing an apron, only. Her fine, wide ass made my dick stand at attention, immediately. I removed my light robe and laid it on the back of a dining room chair.

“Wow!” she pointed at my stiffie, that didn’t take long.”

“He likes your ass… and your tits… and that sweet little bush down there.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. Sit right there, I’ll put the chicken and dumplings on the table.”

“Mind if I pet him a little? If I don’t, I’ll probably get splinters from the underside of the table.”

She set the big bowl on the table and smiled, “Here, let me do it. That way we can eat while it’s still hot.”

Nancy took my rod in one hand and my nut sack in the other. She stroked it for a minute or so, then dropped to her knees. Her small mouth was full when she engulfed about half of Ol’ Fat Boy. Another thirty seconds, she was pulling cum from my toes and lungs, out the end of my hard cock. It wasn’t her first rodeo… she never lost a drop.

“Whew! I’ve had blow jobs before, but never had one that good. I thought you said ‘no sex’ this evening.”

She stood and began spooning the food into the plates, “That’s right. You have to remember, Bill and Monica swore that blow jobs weren’t sex. I’ll accept that. Now, eat.”

After the delicious meal, I asked, “What about if I eat you, would that be having sex?”

“I’m not worried about getting splinters. I don’t think it would be a good idea. This is Al’s pussy, Don. For now, I think it better stay that way.”

We watched a little TV and had some strawberry shortcake for dessert. She teased me by licking the whipped cream with her tongue, and scraping the skin off the berries with her teeth. It was easy to see that she was pleased with herself as her manipulations made my shaft hard again.

“You do know I’m not going to be able to take much more of that.”

“So?”

“So spread those legs and let me eat that cunt. You won’t regret it…”

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That brings me back to where this story started. Nancy and I have been pleasing each other for nearly a year, now. She just found out she’s pregnant and was worried the baby was mine, which would end her marriage to Al. I told her not to worry, I’d had a vasectomy several years ago.

I didn’t… but it eased her mind… and I’m still fucking her.

Horny Aunt Addi by Don’sdick

Introduction:

My wife’s new ‘aunt’ was horny for cock and didn’t even realize it.Horny Aunt Addi

This isn’t a story about an overgrown kid with a monstrous cock; nor is it about an aunt who is still young and built like the proverbial brick shit house.
At this point, it’s fantasy… but it could happen, if things fall into place, soon.

Carly’s uncle, Rob, had gone thru a bad divorce and, being unable to disprove some lies told about him, spent a few years behind bars.
He never wanted revenge on his ex-bitch, but he didn’t want her to receive his military pension when he died, either.

So… enter Addison. Addi is several years younger than Rob, a close friend of his daughter, who we’ll just call ‘Bitch-II’. 
Supposedly, if Rob married again, any final benefits, including pension, would go to the last spouse of record.

Addi is also an LPN and certified in home health care. Sooooo… Bitch-II gets Addi to agree to move in with her dad and take care of him. After a few months, he decides she’s a good woman and, although there had never been a kiss or a night spent together, he asked her to marry him in order for a good woman to be the ‘last spouse of record’ and cut Bitch-1 off completely.

So it happened…

Carly and her uncle Rob had been close when she was growing up. He is about 10 years older and loved teaching her how to catch, clean and cook fish. Even after many years of our marriage, he would call his fishing buddy and the two of them would take off for the day. 
Bitch-1 never liked Carly but used to flirt with me a little… but she was 100% Bitch and I wouldn’t have anything to do with her.

Rob and Addi’s ‘arrangement’ remained the same. She drove the old guy to his doctor appointments, his parole officer appointments, to church functions and dropped him off at the dock, where he and a few other old vets would shoot the shit and catch a few little ones.
They still never slept together; nor did they show any kind of romantic affection towards each other.

Each time Carly and I would make the hour drive to visit them, she and Rob would talk about going fishing.
On one such day, I was inside the patio doors on the couch, working on a short presentation I was going to have to make on Monday.

Addi, who (in her early 50’s) is 12yrs younger than me, plopped down on the couch and asked what I was working on. I told her I knew that the main topic of conversation outside was going to be about fishing, so I had brought my laptop to work on my stuff.
“Yeah, that’s all Rob thinks about. He’s told me stories about teaching Carly how to catch fish, and how one or the other had fallen into a pond at one time or another. He tells the same ones over and over. Between that and his war stories, which change every time he re-tells one, I usually try to slip into my room and work on my drawings, or maybe I’ll try to design some jewelry; just for the heck of it.”

“Drawings? I didn’t know you’re an arteest,” I smiled, “and an aspiring designer for Cartier, too. Cool! I’d like to see some of your work.”

I had been through her bedroom one time since she moved in with Rob. That was to look at a leaking faucet in her bathroom lavatory. I was struck by the theme in which her room was decorated… Religion.
There were pictures of angels and Jesus everywhere. All four corner posts of her bed were fashioned into crosses. Her matching curtains and bedspread were lavender prints, filled with images of more angels.

Her drawings were pretty much the same themes, as were her designs for silver and turquoise jewelry… 
Then I spotted a stack of older oil paintings.

“Those are my dad’s. Some of them aren’t very nice; he liked to paint naked people.”

Some of the artwork was beautiful sunsets, depicted from the decks of ships, “He was in the Navy. He could sell the naked paintings for ten times more money than the scenery. I always thought he was pretty good, but he was more proud of his writing… which is also, mostly, not very nice.”

I ran across a small painting of a little, naked brunette; she was turned with her back to the artist, but had her cute little head turned, looking over her shoulder and down at a kitten, “What a cutie. Is this you, by any chance?”

Addi blushed and took the canvas from my hand, “Uh-oh, I thought this one was in the closet. Yes, it’s me. The only person he painted more than me was my sister… but that’s a story that’s not very nice, either. Dad and Delilah were too close… more than they should have been, if you get my drift.”

As a matter of fact, I WAS getting her drift. Delilah and her father were lovers… somehow, ‘lovers’ was never one of my favorite words, when it came to just having sex. Loving is one thing… fucking was another; Not taking away the fact that one definitely complimented the other.

The more we talked, the more comfortable Addi became. She agreed to pull the rest of her dad’s things out of the closet so I could see them on our next visit. 
I suggested that she work on Rob; and I would encourage Carly to take her fishing gear along next time.

It worked….

On the next trip, Carly drove Rob’s old truck to the big lake, about thirty minutes away; their overdue fishing trip was underway.
I chose to stay at the house in order to work, quietly, on a novel.
Addi told them she was going to take a load of old clothes to Goodwill…

As soon as the truck was out of sight, I asked her about her father’s work. The boxes were on the floor of her closet, ready to be explored.

Her father had sold all but three of Delilah’s paintings before he died. As she opened up her stash of treasures, she was quick to point out, again, “Like I told you, some of these are real nasty. I would never pose like this for anyone, thank you, Jesus.”

My mind was whirling, “If these are so bad, why was she so quick to share them with me? I think the woman is in bad need of a good fucking.” 

We sat on the couch and picked up the few on top of the stack. Both of us were wearing loose legged shorts.
The first painting was Delilah as a teenager, leering at the artist with a seductive look. Just below that look was a set of small, but beautifully painted, tits. Lower, the girl appeared to have fingers stuck in her pussy, which was covered by light brown hair.

“I’m not sure how old she was in this one, but dad made her have sex with him just before he painted it. Blessed Lord, it’s shameful.”

I laid my hand on her bare leg and patted her for reassurance, “It’s alright, Addi, with my limited knowledge, the artwork itself is brilliantly done. This could be worth some good money some day.”

She didn’t object when my hand remained on her bare skin. Looking at the second canvas, it was a close up portrait of Delilah’s face, “What a beautiful sister you have. Is she still in the Chicago area?”

“You didn’t say anything about her mouth, Don. You do know what that is, don’t you?”

I squeezed her lag and rubbed it up and down between her knee and the bottom of her shorts, “Of course, it’s a load of sperm. Was it your dad’s, too?”

“Yes… thank Jesus he never made me do that with him. He really didn’t force Delilah to, she was always ready to please him… and yes, she’s still in Chicago. She’s been married to the same man for almost 30 years.”

I stopped my hand where her shorts leg began and spread my fingers, my pinky slipping just under the material, “Let’s look at this last one.”

Delilah was lying on her back, her pretty face propped on a pillow, looking between her widespread legs. Her father had done an amazing job of capturing a flow of white cum, draining from her slightly open cunt. A small puddle on the sheet indicated it had been a massive ejaculation.

“Damn! Somebody fucked her real good. She must have got a pint dumped in her. Your dad was one helluva artist.”

Her hand gently pushed mine away from her shorts, “I don’t believe in playing games, Don. Let’s put these things back and say a prayer.” 

“No problem, let’s have a look at the rest of these, first.” There were four or five more small paintings of Addi, but in all of them, her back was turned and her father never portrayed her front side in any of them… good art work, though.

In the bottom of the box were some old porn magazines that had gone out of publication years ago. She moved closer to me so she could point out the articles her dad had written, “There’s one of the worst ones. I’m sure The Lord never forgave him for writing things like this and for the things he did to us girls.”

“Did he ever have sex with you at all?”

“Heavens, no! But not because he didn’t want to. He tried all kinds of things… money, treats, bicycle… he even bought me a car when I turned 16. Praise Jesus he never persuaded me to do it. 
“I’ve never told anyone about this, though; not even my first husband. Only the Lord and I know about it… Daddy was getting me into position for the painting you saw last time, the one with the kitten. I didn’t know what he was doing when he coated his finger with Vaseline. 
“He turned me the way I was supposed to sit and told me to raise up. His hand slipped under me and his finger slid right inside me. I screamed because it hurt. He broke my hymen but pulled it out because he was afraid I would tell. As much as I didn’t like it, I loved my daddy and never wanted to get him in trouble. 
“He never did anything like that again… not to me, anyway. 
“Lord, please forgive me for telling that secret.”

Addi’s leg was against mine and, once again, I patted her for reassurance and suggested we put the ‘treasures’ back into the closet, “Maybe I’ll just read the articles next time.”

Unbeknownst to anyone else, I had excused myself to the bathroom as soon as Carly and I had arrived. I had hoped an opportunity would present itself, so I popped a 100mg Viagra… it was working.

I could tell that Addi noticed my ‘tent’ when I carried the box into her bedroom. She had to squeeze beside me to show me exactly where she wanted it placed. I made a point to turn, causing her to brush against my hard cock.
With that chore finished, I reached the bedroom door ahead of her and closed it. Her eyes were wide as I turned and told her, “I think we need to get you naked.”

“What? Oh, Heavenly Father, don’t let this happen.”

With my hands on her shoulders, I gently pushed her toward the bed. She was whispering a prayer and a tear made its way down her cheek as I loosened the buttons on her blouse. Her clasp was in front, so I released her 36B’s next, “Your tits are amazing, Addi. The finest set I’ve ever seen.”

I slid her shorts and bikini panties to her ankles while she was pleading with God to stop what was happening to her. When I eased her ample ass onto the edge of the bed, her clothes finished dropping to the floor.

Her sobs were a little more pronounced as I raised her legs into the air, but there was no resistance. She was expecting me to rape her, but my mouth was watering… I had to eat her first. Her pubic hair was thick, but had been trimmed. The second I kissed her labia, she involuntarily caught her breath… she was horny as hell and didn’t even realize it.

I sucked her hard clitoris between my lips and worked the top of it with my hungry tongue. It seemed only natural to insert two fingers in her, so… 

In moments, Addi was writhing on the bed as I finger-fucked her harder and harder. She was getting so moist her pussy was making wet, sucking sounds and her juices were splattering on her legs with each thrust of my hand. She began to cry out as she felt herself about to cum. Her pussy contracted around my fingers so I pushed even harder and deeper, forcing her to orgasm against my hand.

Soon, she stopped wriggling and I withdrew my slimy hand from between her quaking legs. She watched through lidded eyes as my mouth continued to work, holding her in an expanded state of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt my tongue gently lapping against her tender and sensitive clit. “Oh…oh…oh, Don! Oh, Blessed Jesus, that feels so good,” she murmured. She began to slowly move up and down, again, humping my bearded face. 

I reached up with my hands and cupped her ample tits, my fingers closing in around her hard nipples. The combined sensations were too much for Addi; she felt overwhelmed and began cumming again in moments. My rough hands were squeezing and kneading her titties harder and harder while my tongue worked over her clit. Her hands went to her mouth and muffled her screams of pleasure, mixed with prayer, while she squirted more pussy juice all over my tongue and face. I continued to lick lazily while Addi’s breathing slowed down and she collected herself. 

She raised her head as I lifted myself up, my face and beard glistening with her wetness. She looked down between my legs and saw my cock was harder than ever. “Fuck me, Don,” she whispered.
It had been eight years since the Addi had been the recipient of a stiff dick. I was more than ready to fulfill her needs. My Viagra had been at work for almost two hours and Fat Boy had been standing solid for half of that time. 

I pulled her body to the edge of the bed and entered her, easily, “OH, MY PRECIOUS LORD!!! OHHHHHH, Don… Ohhhhhh… God, that feels sooooo good.” 

Addi went totally, fucking hysterical while I pumped my meat in and out of her. If she’d been a Holy Roller, I’d swear she was talking in ‘tongues’. I don’t believe I ever read anything in the Bible that would indicate an incestuous relationship between Jesus and his mother Mary, but Addi was yelling things to that effect. 
How anybody could be so starved for hard cock is still a mystery to me.

She was getting tired and wearing down when my nuts began tightening. She had already cum half a dozen times, but once she knew I was hitting her cervix with hot pulses of my own cum, she squealed one more time, “GOD YES!! OH SHIT! PINCH MY TITS… HARD!!” I seriously thought Addi was going to pass out with that last orgasm, but she bit a hole in her tongue and the pain kept her lucid.

I kissed the forehead of my aunt, by marriage, twice removed (I’ve always heard that term but never had a clue what it meant). I would have loved to kiss her full lips, but I was concerned she would think I was in love with her. Fucking this woman was great, but I didn’t need the problem of a love-sick female.

She asked if I wanted to shower with her, but I elected to wash my cock and cods in the other bathroom… good thing, too. Rob and Carly drove back in while Addi was still bathing. Not much action on the fishing front.

Two weeks later, Carly and I made the trip again. When they left for the lake, Addi gave me a hug, “Thank you for leaving the Viagra pill last time. Rob puts so much stuff in his coffee that he didn’t even taste it. He got really hard and didn’t know why. He said it was the first time in five years or more. 
“I simply told him that I was his wife and I would take care of him. It took almost an hour, but he finally shot a pretty good load. I had a few orgasms, but not like the ones you gave me.
“Now for the hard part… I’ve decided that I won’t cheat on Rob again. I talked to our doctor and he gave me a prescription for Viagra, but told me not to push my luck. More than once a week could cause him to have a stroke, with the blood pressure problems he has.
“Thank you for what you did for me last time. I asked Jesus for forgiveness, and told Him there would be no more, okay?”

I kissed her on the head and told her, “Sure it’s okay… if that’s what you really want.” I turned around and loosened the belt on my shorts. When I dropped them to the floor, Fat Boy was hard enough to use for a splitting wedge, “I’ll just sit here and play with myself until you change your mind.”
Once she got a good look at the sausage that had broken her celibacy and given her so much pleasure, she crossed herself and said, “Forgive me Lord, I can’t help it.” Her clothes flew in every direction. Once naked, she bent over the arm of the couch, “From behind this time… please?”

Behind the Church Shed by Squirrelboy

Introduction:

This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church.

When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She and her husband taught Sunday School to a few of them every week. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. At 27, she wasn’t THAT much older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her.

Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a bust just full enough to contribute to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys. There were a lot of wide eyes that night.

As the boy out the window walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew him. His name was Brian, and he was one of the least popular kids in the congregation; a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. And once you opened him up, he’d talk to you as freely as anyone else.

She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and made his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda concentrated on her dishes once more, glancing toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued.

He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt.

Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. The church doors must be locked, and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unaware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were bright in the cloudy light.

And they had a very noticeable bulge in them.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Melinda decided to let this play out. Besides, she reasoned, cluing him in on her presence would probably make him more embarrassed than peeing his pants. As reasonable as this was, she couldn’t come up with a good justification as to why she was still watching, but she didn’t leave.

Hand still pressed to her lips, Melinda watched as Brian slowly pulled down his underwear, his penis springing free. Her eyebrows rose; the kid had a stiff boner. She’d seen her husband try to pee with one of those once and had asked him about it. It was evidently not much fun.

Feeling a bit guilty now, Melinda couldn’t help but compare Brian’s penis to Matt’s. Her husband’s dick was much fuller than this kid’s, and probably a little longer, but the teen in front of her must have been extremely horny, because she’d never seen a dick so hard. It gave her a perfect view of his balls beneath, lightly covered in hair.

For a while, Brian just stood there, as if letting his genitals soak in the autumnal air. Tentatively, the boy wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

Eyes bulging out of her head, Melinda realized that Brian wasn’t there to pee. He was there to jack off.

She watched, entranced, as his pumping became more pronounced. Both of them had their mouths open the slightest amount.

“That horny little bastard,” she whispered, giggling a little again and blinking several times in succession. Almost as if he could hear her words, Brian looked around. Melinda took a step back and almost went inside, but the kid still didn’t see her. Turning away from her, he bent over and shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles, giving her a perfect view of his butt, balls dangling between his legs. It was a nice rear end, if thin, and she felt herself biting her lip.

“I really shouldn’t be watching this,” Melinda said to herself, but she didn’t take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. No sane, straight woman would have the willpower to look away from THIS. Brian dropped down and laid in the grass, belly first, and started humping the ground, butt in the air. If Melinda hadn’t been so hypnotized by it all, she would have been slightly disgusted, but as things stood, she found the scene… well… “cute,” was the only word she could think of. Maybe even “endearing.” His dark hair waved a bit in the wind as he turned over onto his back, stroking his member yet again, this time much faster than before. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but she thought his eyes were closed. His entire body was tensed up, little muscles bulging from his arms, legs and abs.

Dish towel still in hand, Melinda leaned forward, putting her elbows on the deck railing, hardly blinking. Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before.

Forcing herself to remember that this kid was quite a bit younger than her, and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next.

The revving of an engine made both her and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck drove toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone other than her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction.

Did he cum?

Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.

“Are you satisfied?”

The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.

“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.

Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.

What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”

These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.

This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.

Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.

“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.

“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.

Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.

“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”

Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.

“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.

“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”

He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”

He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.

“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.

“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”

Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.

“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”

He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course.

All of these things converged to the following accident.

When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were paying attention, and his fingers knocked it out of her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet.

Gasping from the cold, Melinda jumped back. She and Brian both started laughing, and she bent down to get the cup. So did he. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the wet carpet.

Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for them both; it let the tension out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other.

“I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.”

She turned around and went up the stairs, realizing that Brian had a great view of her wet butt. The sweatpants clung to her skin. It turned her on a little more.

Reaching her room, Melinda decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. Sliding down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the crotch. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her to do.

Slowly, she slid down her panties, too, as her body won the internal battle, grabbing her tiny sweat shorts and putting them on with nothing underneath. Melinda wished that she’d shaved her entire lower body this morning while showering, instead of just her legs; her beaver was slightly unruly, although the hair wasn’t nearly long enough to stick out of her shorts, thank goodness.

Cup in hand, she exited her room and let herself bounce down the stairs.

Brian’s eyes widened a bit when he saw her, but he didn’t say anything. As she passed, Melinda noticed that the boy hadn’t adjusted his penis. It still created a painful looking lump in his pants. They were silent as she filled up the glass again and brought it to him.

“Eyes on the cup,” she said, giggling, and Brian’s eyes went from her thighs to the water.

After he took a sip, she sat down on the recliner across from him, legs up against her chest. It had been a while since she’d seriously flirted with anyone, and she knew that she was probably doing this like a club to the head, but she was so horny she couldn’t be very subtle. Of course, the idea was to make him think she was covering her breasts with her legs while giving him a great view of her camel toe. Maybe even a peek of pussy lip or hair, if the shorts rode up high enough.

As expected, Brian’s eyes locked on her crotch and he froze in mid drink. But obviously thinking the display was unintentional, he tried to act casual.

“How long have you been doing that?” Melinda asked, motioning her head toward the direction of the church shed.

“I’ve never done it there before,” Brian answered, and Melinda was happy to find that their earlier laughter had done a lot in easing the boy’s tension.

“Well, I probably would have seen you if you had,” she said, giggling. “I mean… how long have you been, you know… masturbating?”

He blushed. “A couple of years now. I played with myself a little before that, but, yeah….”

“Well, it really IS okay.” Melinda adjusted herself, spreading her legs briefly and closing them again, feeling her shorts digs further up into her crotch. “I know it feels SO good and relieves tension. Plus, for guys it gets rid of… fluid. So, really, it’s a win win win. But why are you doing it outside, for Pete’s sake?”

They laughed for a few seconds, and he dropped his eyes from her privates to the floor.

“Well, a couple of months ago I was in my house… you know… without clothes, just relaxing, when I saw these two girls across the street looking at me. I kind of freaked out and ran away, up the stairs, but when I looked outside, they were gone. So I knelt up on a table to look around more and all a sudden I saw them waving at me, in the window across the street, giving me thumbs up.”

Melinda raised her eyebrows and Brian glanced at her pussy again. It was starting to tingle and she thought that her shorts might be getting damp.

“Well, they obviously wanted to see me, so I stayed. Then they showed me their…” he swallowed, looking briefly toward her leg-covered breasts “…their chests. And I … couldn’t help myself. I started to… to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away.”

He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. “Ever since then I’ve been wanting to do it ALL the time. I’ve been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you’re the first person to catch me. I really am sorry.”

Melinda smiled coyly. “Again, don’t be sorry. It really didn’t upset me. I actually thought it was kind of… cute. And you’re very handsome, you know.”

Brian blushed even more furiously than before.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants.

“Yeah, kinda,” he mumbled.

“You can adjust it, you know.”

“But it… it sticks up out of my pants a little.”

“No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it.”

“Oh.” He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be otherwise visible.

“Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up.

“Yeah.”

Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Melinda took a deep breath and said, “I don’t believe you! It can’t still be that hard. Lift up your shirt.”

Brian stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning shyly and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably wouldn’t have been the case if he’d been standing up.

Melinda leaned back in her chair and giggled for a minute, Brian joining her as he dropped his shirt back down.

“So you never answered my first question,” Melinda said after another few moments of awkward silence.

“Which one?”

“Were you satisfied?”

Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but he had already opened up quite a bit to her, far more than she would have opened up to someone like her at his age.

“No, that truck scared me away,” Brian finally responded.

“Well, that thing probably isn’t going to go down until you finish, you know,” she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. “And I REALLY wouldn’t recommend walking home like that.”

Melinda and Brian both giggled again. Here goes nothing, she thought.

“You can finish here. If you want.”

“Like… in the bathroom?”

He looked at her pussy again.

She shrugged, folding her legs under her and putting her hands on her knees. The teen’s eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Melinda looked down briefly. Her wet crotch had created a small front-wedgy.

“Anywhere you’d like,” she answered.

Brian swallowed and Melinda smiled shakily. Her heart went into overtime.

For a long while, the kid just stared at her, straight in the eyes, and she stared back. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, like he was about to pet a cobra, Brian reached his hand down and raised his shirt up, once again revealing the tip of his penis. He kept the shirt up with his left hand and awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear with his right.

Melinda, breathing hard, stared at the young, circumcised penis in front of her. Although there was a hint of veins throbbing under the skin, the member was smoother than any other hard penis she’d seen. The thin hair on his tight ball sack was dark brown and no longer than an inch. When Brian bent over to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles, a small bead of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip of his penis.

I can’t believe this is happening, Melinda thought, thumbs rubbing her legs nervously.

Holding his shirt up with one hand, Brian grabbed his shaft with the other.

“Are… are you sure about this? I… might make a mess.”

“Don’t move,” Melinda said, bouncing up from her chair and virtually running the short distance to her kitchen. She grabbed a handful of napkins and rushed back into the living room, holding them out to Brian and feasting on the view of his young dick, even though it was mostly covered by his hand. He’d really not moved, just as instructed.

He took the napkins with the hand that had been holding his shirt, letting the fabric fall over his privates. Melinda sat in her previous position, while Brian tried to figure out a way to hold his shirt up, hold his dick, and hold the napkins all at the same time. Letting out an exasperated grunt, he eventually just whipped the shirt off over his head, revealing a hairless, skinny chest with small nipples.

Now mostly naked, Brian looked back at Melinda. He was shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” he replied, “Just… nervous, I guess?”

“Nothing to be afraid of. I’ve already seen this, remember? Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes if you need to.”

He nodded and took a rattling breath, but he didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he continued to stare at Melinda. The fact that he was looking at her eyes instead of her breasts or crotch served only to heighten Melinda’s sexual tension, and she was tempted to just rip off her clothes and fuck the kid right there on the couch. But, no, that would be going too far.

Swallowing, Brian finally began to stroke his penis up and down. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Melinda watched, faint from the blood rushing through her veins. His skin moved up and down slightly, and as the pumping became more pronounced it would momentarily cover the penis head completely, only to reveal it completely again, glistening with clear liquid.

Her hands itched to find her clit, but that would also be going too far. She’d have to be satisfied with keeping these images in her head, so she could relive them once Brian had left. What she wouldn’t give to have her phone on hand to record this.

Brian’s mouth parted, and his eyes strayed down to Melinda’s body, his jacking off speeding up even more. His butt muscles were causing his hips to thrust forward, getting into rhythm with his hand.

He’s not going to last long, Melinda thought.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Squeaking, Melinda jumped up off her chair, intent on telling whoever was at the door to go away. She bolted toward the door, only partially conscious of the fact that her nipples were pointing out of her shirt and that the crotch of her shorts were almost dripping wet.

Opening the door a crack, Melinda was about to say, “Not interested!” but the words died on her lips.

A girl the same age as Brian stood on the doorstep, brunette hair pulled back into a small ponytail. She wore grungy clothes that hid any curves she might have. It was Bailey. Melinda knew her from church; the girl was in the same class as Brian.

“Oh, crap,” Melinda said, her voice shaking. “Hi Bailey, I totally forgot that you were coming.”

“Is… is now not a good time?” the girl asked, and Melinda became conscious of gasping sounds coming from the couch behind her. Bailey tried to look past her teacher, obviously wondering what that sound was.

Blocking the doorway with her body as much as possible, and causing her left breast to squish out of the door, Melinda shook her head. “No. No, it’s fine. The lawn mower is in the garage. The code is just 4123. I really appreciate your help, Bailey. Thanks!”

And she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to forget Bailey’s stunned expression, she turned around. The poor girl had gotten quite the look at the shape of her teacher’s left nipple.

Hearing Bailey open the garage door, Melinda blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of her. Brian, still mostly naked, sat on the couch, leaning back with eyes closed, breathing hard. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his penis, and a great deal of white cum covered his fingers. Some still leaked out of the tip, but his orgasm was obviously complete; the kid was in quite the afterglow.

She had missed his orgasm.

The napkins in Brian’s other hand were squished, but completely clean.

Mouth open, Melinda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Brian’s pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple feet away from the couch.

“Oh crap,” Brian gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. “I totally forgot about the napkins. I… I’m so sorry, Melinda!”

She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Brian seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the cum on his pants and underwear, face red.

Melinda couldn’t care less about the mess. She had missed Brian’s orgasm! She was so horny that it was almost impossible to think clearly.

“You can’t go home like that,” she said softly, and he shook his head in agreement. “How about you go upstairs and clean off in the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes here. I’ll throw them in the washer and we’ll get them clean. You sure you’re not going to be expected at home?”

“Yeah, no one will be there until tonight.”And Brian carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear.

Melinda watched in silence for a while, still standing in the same place, unable to believe that this had just happened in her living room. The smell of sex registered to her brain. Her tingling pussy wanted to be rubbed so bad that her legs twitched, making walking a dangerous aspect.

“I’d take you home, but the car isn’t here.” Matt had it, but she didn’t want to say her husband’s name to Brian right now. Melinda also didn’t mention that Brian’s home was within walking distance. “I’ll make us some lunch while the clothes are washing. And… after I clean up… that.” She pointed.

“Okay.”

Grabbing his shirt, Brian stood up, softening penis wobbling back and forth. He walked halfway across the room before turning around and catching Melinda in the act of looking at his young butt.

“I… don’t have any pants?”

“I’ll get you something,” Melinda said, tearing her eyes away from Brian’s penis.

He nodded and made his way up the stairs, butt cheeks flexing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Melinda swallowed, throat dry. Without Brian in the room, she felt confident enough to walk, so she moved toward the kitchen, trying to think of where her cleaners were. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. Remembering the cum on her coffee table, she also grabbed some hard-surface cleaner.

Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a little longer before kneeling. The smell of cum was still strong.

There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. The cum of a guy who hardly needed to shave every week, let alone every day. How hot was that? 

Melinda looked toward the stairs, hearing the water run as Brian cleaned up. She figured he wouldn’t come down within the next few seconds. Before she could convince herself not to, Melinda put a finger on her coffee table and swiped up some drying cum. The finger went into her mouth.

It had been years since she’d tasted cum. Matt typically stayed with the traditional “it all goes in the vagina” idea. Their first few months of marriage had been different, but that seemed a very long time ago.

Closing her eyes, Melinda twirled her tongue around her finger and swallowed. The water upstairs turned off and she quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth, squirting cleaner onto the mess.

Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she’d have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.

While she cleaned, Brian came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn’t just done that and much more. Melinda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.

Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn’t allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.

Conscious of the kid watching her, Melinda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.

Mess clean, Melinda stood and, smiling sweetly at Brian—he smiled weakly back—she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.

Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn’t appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Melinda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Brian, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.

He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Brian lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Melinda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Melinda couldn’t help but note how… adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she’d seen earlier?

Shaking the thought from her head, Melinda set about washing Brian’s clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Brian didn’t talk until Melinda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said. He’d hardly looked at her since cumming.

I hope this hasn’t scarred him for life, Melinda thought.

“Okay,” was his only response.

Thinking frantically how she could put Brian’s mind at ease, Melinda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.

Maybe she could do both?

Melinda took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Brian sat as far away from Melinda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Brian was still embarrassed or just didn’t want to be caught ogling. Melinda’s nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs… and the still-damp spot on her crotch.

Melinda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.

“So do you have a girlfriend?”

Glancing at her with an “are you crazy?” look, Brian shook his head. “No one would go out with me.”

“I would,” Melinda said, putting her hand on his leg.

“You’re… taken.”

Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. “Yeah, but if I WASN’T taken, I’d totally go out with you.”

“I’m way younger than you.”

He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn’t try to move farther away. Melinda took this as a good sign.

“Age is just a number, right? Besides, I’m not THAT old.”

He gaped at her. “I… I didn’t mean you were OLD.”

She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. “I’m just giving you a hard time, silly.” After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. “So, you like older women?”

“I… I guess? I just like girls in general, I think.”

“What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?” He looked back at her with an “I don’t know?” expression. “No hair??”

He smiled a little, and it warmed Melinda’s heart. She was getting through to him.

“I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”

“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.

Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on “Hot girl with long hair.”

Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Melinda chuckled.

“Now THAT is a lot of beauty,” she said, glancing over to Brian. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. “If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?”

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, come on,” she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. “Which one do you think is the hottest?”

Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, “Her.”

The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.

“She’s not very… busty,” Melinda said. “But she’s definitely hot in that ‘girl next door’ sort of way. Let’s see here….”

She thought for a moment and then typed, “young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs.”

Melinda heard Brian’s breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.

Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn’t be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude.

Brian squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Brian must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.

Melinda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Brian; she was super horny too. It wasn’t the naked girls that turned Melinda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.

“So which of THESE do you like best?”

He didn’t look at her. Instead, Brian leaned forward, shaking, obviously trying to cover the tent that was forming in his pants. He licked his lips. Eventually, he pointed.

“But this girl is the only one with brown hair!” Melinda said with fake exasperation. “I thought you liked blondes!”

He chuckled nervously and widened his eyes when Melinda clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The woman was again young, and her breasts were quite small, but there the resemblance to his last ***********ion ended. She looked at the camera with dark brown eyes, a stunned smile on her lips, cheeks red either from excitement or embarrassment. Her stiff nipples were light in color, and she had one hand covering her crotch, the other palm out toward the camera. The girl was outside somewhere, maybe at a park. She was obviously streaking.

“So now you’re into brunettes?” Melinda asked after several seconds had passed. Brian hadn’t blinked.

“Well, yeah, I… I guess. I told you, I’m not that picky about hair color.”

“Hmm,” Melinda said, tapping her finger to her lips absently. She typed several different things into the search engine, but nothing was coming up with two naked girls, one with blonde hair and one with brown. Many of the images showed couples, both straight and lesbian, having sex. The sight of hot, naked men served to turn Melinda on further.

Finally, out of frustration, Melinda typed, “lots of naked girls.”

Brian’s eyes widened even further as images flooded the screen. Many of the groups of women were naturalists, several were shots of parties turned orgies, and some were just shots of multiple porn stars. All sorts of girls were represented. Most were at least pretty, of course, and large breasts were common. Some were in the process of a sex act, either with another woman or with a man, or sometimes even both at the same time.

Melinda’s leg shook. Her mouth was dry. She watched Brian squirm, her eyes lingering on his crotch when he looked over to her; let him see her seeing him.

“So it looks like multiple girls are a turn on for you,” Melinda said, smirking. “Which picture do you like best?”

Brian immediately pointed at a group of showering girls. Melinda suspected that this was professional pornography meant to look like it was amateur. The girls were all nude, of course, and all stunningly beautiful, their hair and bodies wet. One girl rubbed the small breasts of another playfully while their other three friends watched, laughing.

“Okay, showers,” Melinda muttered and typed “lots of girls taking a shower together.”

When the screen loaded, Melinda was surprised that most of the photos she saw were stills of the same video. Eight girls were showering together, and it looked like the event ended with a lesbian orgy. Brian’s hand once again hovered toward his now-hard penis and this time didn’t stop. He stuck the hand down his pants and stayed down there a little too long to just be a simple adjustment.

“Well,” Melinda said, cheerfully. “I think we found what we’re going to watch! Come on.”

They made their way toward the family room, where a 70’ screen television dominated the west wall. A window showed bushes and the same parking lot and shed where the day’s events had started.

“Give me just a minute,” Melinda said, glancing down at Brian’s tented pants. Fingers shaking a bit, she set up the TV to stream from her computer, found the full video of the eight girls showering together, and pushed the play icon.

“Sit,” she said as the video began, sound a little louder than Melinda was usually comfortable with. Brian sat on the large white couch opposite of the TV and Melinda sat next to him.

The video started with the eight girls undressing in a locker room and as the girls began showering Melinda spoke to Brian.

“You know, it’s okay if you want to masturbate again.”

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”

Nodding slowly, Brian stared at the screen, probably wondering if his Sunday School teacher was crazy. Melinda wondered that too. She very rarely looked at porn and had NEVER watched it with someone else, not even her husband. Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to jack off in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other’s boobs. This was certainly out of character for her.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Melinda’s eyes were mostly on Brian while the video continued; the girls were hot, but she wasn’t a lesbian and there was a living, breathing male sitting right next to her, no doubt hornier than he’d ever been in his relatively short life. His will broke as the girls on the screen began comparing pussies. Half were completely bald; the other half had some hair but not much.

Brian put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND’S pants; the thought turned Melinda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few seconds of this, Melinda spoke.

“I’d really rather not have you get those pants dirty.”

He looked over to her and got the hint.

Hands trembling, Brian stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.

Naked, Brian sat down next to Melinda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated between the screen and Melinda. He was having a hard time breathing.

But he had also orgasmed recently. As hard as his penis was, Melinda still couldn’t see any pre-cum. This might take some time, she thought.

The video progressed to some oral sex between the girls, but Melinda concentrated on Brian’s little head; she wasn’t going to miss another orgasm from this kid. Not after orchestrating this little show. And not while she was so horny.

An eternity passed before a bead of pre-cum finally leaked out of the tiny hole at the tip of Brian’s penis. Melinda was a lot closer to him than the last time she’d watched him jack off, and she nearly came just looking at his hand smear the liquid all over his member. Moans of ecstasy came from the TV, but Melinda didn’t even glance toward it.

Her hands moved. I guess I’VE lost control, too, she thought, as her shirt came up over her head. Brian’s eyes flew from the screen to the woman sitting next to him. Melinda watched him looking at her topless figure. Both of their mouths were slightly open to gain enough air for their gasping lungs. Her full breasts were covered in tiny goose bumps, and the nipples were completely erect; more erect, in fact, than Melinda had ever recalled them being. They were so hard that they hurt.

Her damp shorts came off. And they were both naked, staring at each other.

Melinda became even hotter when she realized that Brian had basically forgotten the eight girls on the screen. He was looking at HER. She was older than the porn stars, not quite as pretty, with breasts that sagged a bit. She had a small, but noticeable, bulge around her stomach where her lack of exercise showed. Her legs weren’t as shapely as she’d like them to be. And her pussy had a mat of dark hair on it.

But he was looking at HER.

Moaning, Melinda began to rub her wet clitoris and, somewhat belatedly, said, “Do you mind if I do this too?”

Brian shook his head, kept staring at her, and kept yanking off. His penis was red and glistening.

She lasted longer than she expected to. Right hand rubbing vigorously at her pussy and left hand pinching a nipple, Melinda felt an orgasm approaching. Turned on as much as she was, she knew there was no stopping it. At that moment she might have been able to cum without moving a muscle. But masturbating in front of Brian made things even better, and she reveled in it.

Glancing to Brian’s young face, Melinda’s first orgasm hit. He was looking at her pussy when it began to flutter, and his hand stopped pumping for a moment while he watched her orgasm. In the distance, Melinda heard other girls having orgasms on the screen, but her eyes remained locked onto Brian’s penis, its tip fully visible now that Brian was just holding its base. It pulsed.

The orgasm intensified and she let out a groan. It continued to escalate, her vision tunneling, seeing only the penis of her Sunday School student, and she wondered idly if she might pass out. Screaming, she pulled into the other side of her orgasm, vision returning to relative normal as a wave of afterglow struck her body.

Her sensations became hyper aware. She noticed that Brian was sweating a bit, could smell his sweat mingling with the scent of her orgasm. Another girl began to have an orgasm on the TV; she ignored it. Most sensitive, though, was her skin.

Melinda’s leg had become pressed up next to Brian’s, a result of her spreading her legs a few seconds earlier; his hair tickled her smooth thigh. The fabric of the soft couch cradled her rear end, feeling like a cloud. And her fingers on her pussy created aftershock upon aftershock, making her body quiver everywhere. The hand on her breast quickly joined the one at her crotch as her body decided that it wasn’t over with its moment of pleasure quite yet.

“Holy shit!” Melinda blurted out as her hands rubbed vigorously. Two of her fingers found their way into her hole and her left hand began pumping into and out of her, her right hand still concentrating on her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” This time she screamed it. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. Each second seemed like an hour as her muscles spasmed out of control. She flopped like a fish on the couch, each brush against Brian’s leg causing her to shake more.

Brian was jacking off again, mouth opened almost comically wide.

“Napkin?” was all he could manage to say. This, the look on his face, and the purple pulsing of his penis, all clued Melinda in. He was about to cum.

There were no napkins on hand; they had left them on the living room table, right next to the soiled People magazine. Even if a napkin had been in her fist, Melinda wouldn’t have used it.

Dropping clumsily to the floor, still coming down from the high of her previous orgasm, Melinda turned to face Brian. Batting the kid’s hands away, she took his penis into her right hand and began stroking it firmly. Her left hand was at her pussy, rubbing.

Movement caught her eye. She had a large mirror across from the window, something of an heirloom, with swirly designs around its edges. It reflected the bushes right outside.

And it reflected the wide brown eyes and white face of Bailey, watching in wonder has her Sunday School teacher began jacking off one of her friends. 

The girl’s young hand was pressed up against her mouth; it was Bailey moving her hand that had caught Melinda’s eye. The girl was obviously trying to hide, peeping between two of the bushes. It was also obvious that she had an amazing view of the couch, but if it weren’t for the mirror, Melinda probably would have never seen Bailey spying on them.

In her orgasm-rattled mind, Melinda couldn’t decide what to do about the situation, so her body continued doing what it wanted; pleasuring the boy in front of her and pleasuring herself. Whatever Bailey was going to do about this, she was going to do. And letting the girl know that she’d been caught spying might be worse than just letting her peep.

Using this somewhat skewed logic, Melinda redoubled her efforts. Brian let out a wordless moan and thrust his hips forward violently. Melinda scooted as close to him as she could, hands still working. Her breasts now hung directly below the boy’s dick, warm pre-cum splattering against her sensitive flesh as she jacked Brian off. She felt his inner thigh muscles constricting against the sides of her breasts as the kid tried to delay his orgasm.

He did rather well, for a kid his age. After a few seconds, a long stream of semen spurted out of Brian’s dick, just after she had forcefully bent it down toward her breasts. He let out a long moan as another round spurted onto Melinda’s flesh.

She held onto his dick as the fluid stuck to her chest. The rest of Brian’s orgasm ended up on her hand. Melinda slowly stroked the boy up and down, lovingly milking him.

Her left hand still idly rubbed her pussy, and she felt another, smaller surge approaching. Melinda glanced over to the mirror and saw that, yes, Bailey was still there, watching, her hand still to her mouth.

The voyeurism sent Melinda over the edge.

This final orgasm was weaker but far longer than even the second one. It burned inside of her as she held onto Brian’s softening penis. Melinda closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, resting her head on the boy’s left knee.

Melinda opened her eyes. Brian was either asleep or in a stupendous after glow, chest slowly going up and down, mouth open. A quick check showed that Bailey was gone. Wondering how much time had passed, Melinda took her cum-covered hand away from Brian’s soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.

Standing shakily, Melinda stared in awe at Brian’s naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Brian, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched.

Waiting for the feelings of dread and guilt to hit her, Melinda moved toward Brian, trying to keep her eyes off of that adorable dick. He opened his eyes without prompting.

“Are… are you okay?” Melinda asked somewhat timidly, conscious of her naked body, covered in sweat and cum. She wasn’t sure if that was the correct question to ask in this situation, but it was all she could think of.

Brian nodded and smiled a little. When he whispered, “that was awesome,” Melinda’s heart leapt to her throat and all negative feelings disappeared. Maybe what she had done was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t feel bad about it.

It took some time for them to get cleaned up. They took turns showering as Brian’s clothes were being dried. After he dressed, they small talked for a while, almost like they hadn’t just had the wildest event of their lives… up to this point, at least.

As the sun slipped toward the horizon, Brian said he had to go. The only indication that anything had happened between them was a slight knowing smile on each of their faces and a small peck on the cheek from Melinda.

“Be careful out there,” Melinda said as Brian walked out the door. “And I’ll see you in Sunday School tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said, his smile widening. “I’ll see you then.”