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.
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?”
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.
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.
“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.
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?”
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.
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.”
It was my 23rd birthday and I discovered what a glory hole was…My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney (Australia) back in the early 1980’s. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a little too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his hands up my wet knickers, and teasingly caressed my clit until it was hard, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his warm fingers into me. I hungered for him to push his whole hand inside me, I was so wound up. It didn’t take me long to flood over his fingers. I wanted to fuck him then and there but he didn’t take my hint. In my lustful state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm.
It was a warm balmy night and my hubby suggested we go for a walk. A little reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the city near Chinatown. There were a few couples walking around and my hubby seem to direct me towards a store. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was older, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate vicinity. There was a slight stench of stale urine. The shop was an adult bookstore with a doorway with stairs leading up to the first floor. There were lurid, cheap flashing lights and I think it was called the Pleasure Chest. My hubby suggested we have a look. I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a store but that night, I was horny, frustrated and curious. I mindlessly followed him up the stairs.
There was a “Suckatorium” on one side of the shop, but that was for full gay/bi guys and I don’t know that couples were welcome in there. There was the smell of old smoke and I could hear in the background indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porn videos being played. I noticed racks full of porn magazines and hardcore videos. On the opposite side of the store, through a door into a dimly lit area was a row of three or four video booths with what I was soon to learn were Glory Holes. There was an old guy at the counter who casually looked up at my hubby and me. There were about four or five other men in the store and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the only woman there. As it was summer, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midriff with a short skirt and 5-inch wedge heels. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 pounds, pale skin, thick long wavy dark brown hair with 36-inch breasts with large brown areolae and bulbous nipples, soft curvaceous hour glass figure, wide hips with prominent buttocks, large muscular thighs and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy kind of experience but for some odd reason, I felt kind of slutty and aroused at the same time.
My hubby suggested we choose a booth to watch some porn. We walked over to the video booths and asked for a booth. Immediately every guy in the store stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was dark but the men all seemed to notice me as they glared at me like a little piece of meat. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I felt like a filthy slut, my heart was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and anticipation. I was shaking and was aware of the heat and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and pussy. The smell of the place filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies.
My hubby took my hand and led me to the second door on the right. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our door it seemed but then the door was shut and locked by my hubby. Inside the booth the floor was all concrete. The only thing in there was a chair and a trash can with a paper towel dispenser. I sat on the chair as my hubby switched through the channels of the TV finding many explicit porn films and stopping at one of a girl in the middle of a gang bang. He knew that was one of my fantasies. The sounds of lust with cheap background music filled the room.
I was in a bit of a daze and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed there was a hole in the wall to my right. It was dark in the other booth next to us and I could see dried up cum covering the wall from the hole down. It was pretty gross as I thought about it.
Before I could ask my hubby about the hole, I noticed an eye looking into the booth from the hole.
My hubby told me to stand up and face the wall opposite of the hole. He had me stand with my arms against the wall and told me to push my ass out. I did as I was told, getting turned on as I thought that this was what he wanted me to do, show off my body to a bunch of strangers. The booth was small and cramped for the two of us and my hubby cupped my breasts from behind with his hands, and my nipples rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his fingers on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My hubby’s hands headed south. He pulled at my panties, revealing my swollen mound. He started to rub my ass, pulling the dress up around my hips, sucking my neck and fondling my swollen breasts. He then began massaging my large engorged erect clit and moist cunt.
He had me turn around and I looked at the hole to see a cock sticking through the hole. I gasped as I saw it and leaned back. I’d never seen anything like this before and momentarily I didn’t know what to do. Looking at my hubby he pushed me to my knees and I was in front of it. It wasn’t very big at all, not very thick either. I could tell it was an older man’s cock and it wasn’t very hard yet. It probably belonged to an Asian as his pubes were black and not very curly, his penile shaft had a yellow hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a nice set of pigeon egg-sized balls. I started to fix the situation as I licked across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my mouth as I sucked the tip. My lips locked around the head. As I sucked, my hubby’s hand was on the back of my head as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the stranger’s manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My lips rubbing along his shaft as my tongue flicked around and across his rock hard cock, as the glans pushed into my throat. I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden he shot into my mouth. I tried to pull away but my hubby stopped me, telling me to swallow it all. As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five little spurts of semen. As soon as he left, another came through.
I knelt down in front of this new circumcised penis. As I laid my head down I could feel this stranger’s cock hardening. He was bigger than the first cock with thick engorged veins. I rubbed my soft cheek up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing. I could feel the stranger moving and heard him moaning. His cock was so warm and smelt musky. I swallowed the stranger’s cock. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his warm cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with shot after shot of cum. His penis withdrew and left my mouth empty and dripping with saliva onto my top. My eyes watery from the deep-throating. I looked up at my hubby who told me to wait there. I looked back into the other booth through the hole watching the cock I had just fellated leave the room and another man walk in. He quickly undid his pants and pushed his virile member into the hole.
This guy had a very large uncircumcised cock. He was so thick. I had difficulty getting my mouth around him as he grew in size. I brought my hands up to help my mouth and it was only then I really appreciated the true stature of this magnificent cock. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana. I couldn’t help but mentally compare how small my hubby’s 5-inch erection was compared to this stallion’s manhood. My cunt flooded. I could feel that my knickers were now soaked with my juices. I had always wanted to worship a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his balls very gently. I know he wanted release as he thrust his cock hard against the hole. His heavy balls which had been hanging low in his ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin.
I could hear him groan, so I closed my hands, very lightly at first, completely around his trembling, burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his body. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the length of his erect penis, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.
His boiling semen could wait no longer – a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the length of his erection, exploding past my firm grip – a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this time missing me, arcing high into the air past my head. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further spurts of semen were propelled past me with decreasing force.
The next cock poked itself through the hole. It was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really thick, circumcised with a huge purple head that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect penis a few times and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of arousal. I swallowed it down in one long motion, his cock head pushing at the back of my throat. My tongue flicked across the sensitive ridge and probed at his tiny little pee hole before I closed my lips around him again. I could smell the sweat and the musky aroma of his arousal and it only added to my excitement as my head bobbed up and down, the pace increased. He really started to pump and thrust through the hole, fucking my mouth with such force I almost gagged. I could feel my lips bruising and burning, my saliva running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.
I eagerly sucked him, using my mouth on him, fast, sloppy and deep, pushing his cock in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a horny little slut. He pulled me off the cock with his hands in my hair and told me to stand up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump white ass against the stranger’s over-sized swollen cock, twitching as it stuck out from the hole. I sunk onto it with no condom, no protection, just skin of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected tight hairy wet pussy. Wow, he was BIG! I stiffened briefly in pain mixed with sheer pleasure as my pussy accommodated him. My tender white ass touched the wall of the booth. When the guy on the other side realised what had happened, he started to thrust more vigorously through the wall into my cunt, fucking my pussy hard and fast. The guy fucking me throbbed and shot cum into my pussy filling me with so much, it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my thighs. I felt it sliding out into my high heels as I shivered from his exploding cock. I gasped as my hubby stroked my clit harder and harder until I could feel my knees weaken. I tried to focus on the stranger’s pulsating still hard cock in my pussy as I felt the familiar feeling of mounting arousal in my womb. My love juices flowed freely as my hubby rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of ecstatic pleasure swept over me.
When we left the booth, there was a herd of men waiting (and probably disappointed they didn’t get a chance). I felt like a filthy whore, but I was enjoying that feeling.
The next day I woke up feeling like a slut. I wondered what my hubby was thinking. The whole night seemed like some kind of vivid wet dream. My jaw still felt sore from all the cocks I had sucked.
It’s 3 am Lester is awakened by
his massive hard-on Lester hears the water running in the shower. Walking into
the bathroom, he sees his daughter best friend showering Lester admires the
young ladies sex body his cock gets even hard. Pulling the curtains back, Raya
sees a huge cock right in front of her, dropping her towel at the excitement
of Stepping out of the shower to a cock that size made Raya’s pussy wet Can
I touch it she asked. Yes, Lester said, grabbing Lesters huge cock made Rayia
so fucking horny without warning Raya’s mouth was all over Lester’s cock.
Lester grabbed his phone and pulled up blow job videos for Raya to watch to
learn how to suck a man’s cock Rayia did just as the woman on the video did and
it drove Lester wild Raya made Lester cum in ten seconds flat drinking every
drop of his cum. After she kissed Lester forcing all the cum back down his
throat, Lester spread Raya’s legs apart slowly feeling the warmth of her
teenage thighs. Lester warm breath made Rayia shiver when Lester applied his
lips to her clit licking and sucking her gently running his finger softly over
her hard nipples made Raya scream out loud for more of Lester’s touch pinning
Rayia’s leg behind her head Lester lick her pussy causing Raya to squirt into
Lester’s mouth. Try to push Lester’s head away from her clit Raya moved her
hips slowly so she would squirt even harder with the next wave of orgasms that
was to follow shortly after. Lester rubbed his huge cock head over Raya’s clit
nonstop Raya moaned and squirted as hard as she could. Now Lester said let’s
see how you handle getting fisted pouring baby oil all over his hands Lester
slid his whole hand inside of Rayia’s tight pussy slowly going in and out
letting Raya get past the pain. Now picking up the paste Lester started to go faster
Raya’s body shook nonstop faster and faster Lester went the more Raya squirted
pulling his hand out slowly Lester plunged his huge cock deep into Rayia’s
pussy. He is not giving Raya time to finish her orgasm, pounding her pussy so
fast Raya squirt seven times back to back.
Long stroking Raya just made it worst now Raya is speaking in tongues but Lester till long dicked her down any way till finally, Lester came inside her causing her to shake uncontrollably still speaking in tongues Raya was out of it, so Lester claimed her down and cuddled with her till they both drifted off to sleep. The next day Raya and Carly went to the mall her dad Lester had work he had to finish, so he dropped them off, Carly and Raya spent the day shopping and trying on clothing Carly was in the dressing room taking off her panties to try on the new ones she bought bending over to sild them up. Carly showed off her massive pussy a security officer walking by looking down saw panties on the floor, so Roy opened the door which Carly forgot to lock walking in Roy saw her bending over to take off her new panties damn Roy said that’s one big pussy I would love to suck that shit. Carly tried to cover herself but stopped after he had already seen her pussy out sorry Roy said, but your body is sexy Roy told Carly would you like to taste me she asked for real Roy said yes but take it easy on me I’m a virgin you know. Locking the door, Roy walked over to Carly lifting her off her feet and standing her on the bench Carly opened her legs slowly to give Roy access to her clit. Roy sucked Carly slowly as Roy did, so Carly moaned softly I never had a jamcan man lick my pussy before Carly said, but Roy’s mouth was full with Carly’s huge clit in it. Grabbing Roy by his dreads, Carly face fucked him right in front of the camera sucking and licking Carly fast now she squirmed as she was about to cum. Stopping Roy pulled his enormous cock out slipped it right into Carly’s wet cum soaked pussy. Carly screamed as Roy had about eighteen inches of dick he was pounding on her with tears flowing down Carly’s face, but the excitement of getting fucked right in the dressing room with people and the camera looking at them made her pussy that much wetter fucking Carly deep made her cum so fearlessly. I want to suck your dick Carly told Roy after she squirted cum all over his huge cock dropping to her knees Carly tried to fit all of Roy’s massive cock into her mouth, but it was just too big for her to do so. But Carly did put one hell of a head job on Roy’s dick head tho she worked Roy head so good he came so hard cum shot out of Carly’s nose. Taking his cock rally deep down Carly’s throat Roy came again and again damn Roy said wow that was good. As they got dressed and kissed Roy gave Carly his number And said call me any time my queen Carly grabbed Roy taking him back into the dressing room and riding his dick again damn I love this dick Carly told Roy. Roy’s stroke was so powerful it made Carly’s legs shake constantly fucking the shit out of Carly Roy bend her over and fucked her ass intensely Carly screamed and didn’t care who could hear her holding Carly by both of her wrists Roy long stroked her tight asshole making Carly shit the floor around them. O I’m about to cum again Roy said as he fucked Carly ass faster finally Roy shot his sperm right inside Carly’s asshole filling her up good pulling their pants back up and walking off Carly left her panties on the floor as well see as they were soaked in shit. Raya came just in time to see Carly walking funny as she exited the dressing room what have you been doing she asked will tell you later right now we have to get something to eat stomach is killing me. (Hi, this is Raya and Carly if you would like to read more of our hot slutty sex stories then smash that like button and our writer will bring you more of our sexy sex stories. Thank you for reading.)
A young virgin becomes a bestiality whore to repay her debtPrologue
My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t even hear the motor rumbling. The black sedan I had been forced into sped along, swerving through traffic. Whoever my kidnappers were, they were in a hurry. But that’s not what worried me the most. Neither of the abductors seemed to care that I saw their faces. This could mean one of two things. Option one: Their plans didn’t involve anything illegal. Option two: What they had planned for me was so horrific they cared not who or what I saw. As desperate as I was to believe it was the former, I had a bad feeling it would be the latter. And if that was the case, then my life expectancy had just shrunk to a few hours. A few days it I was lucky.
I’m not sure how long the trip lasted, but it felt like hours. Then again that may simply have been because time seemed to pass in slow motion. I guess that’s what happens when the end draws near. Time either slows down or speeds up. I guess I was desperate to delay the inevitable.
The sedan pulled up to the most imposing mansion I had ever seen. It looked like a modern-day castle, with a gold-plated gate, beautiful landscaping and columns lining the front of the building. The vehicle screeched to a stop and my captors dragged me to my feet. I considered fighting, but the men were veritable giants. One stood at an imposing six and a half feet. The seconds was even taller. And bigger. But the most imposing part was the size of their muscles. I had no doubt they could snap every bone in my body with their bare hands. So I let them lead me up the marble steps and past the stained glass front door.
The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful than the outside. The floor seemed to have been carved from a single slab of pink marble. Priceless artefacts from all eras of history lined the perimeter of each room. Beautiful paintings hung from the walls. Even the furniture was breathtaking. I caught a glimpse of a gold-plated coffee table. At least I think it was gold plated. For all I know it was pure gold. Whoever owned this mansion was rich. Filthy rich.
“Welcome,” said a voice behind me. I jumped and whipped around. A man was making his way down the stairs that linked the first and second floors. He wore a black tuxedo. The manner in which it hugged his frame left no doubt in my mind that is had been hand tailored. In fact, everything about this man was flawless. His haircut was immaculate—not a single strand of hair was out of place. His watch twinkled with unblemished intensity. Even his shoes shone brightly. I could have seem my reflection in them. That is, had I not been so busy staring at the man’s face in disbelief.
I had met Mr. Black only once, but it was a memory I would never forget. The man was a loan shark. He would lend money to anyone, be they a gambling addict or a young woman with bad credit and an unwavering desire to attend medical school. I was the latter. I had once believed him to be a small fish in a very large pond, but the size of his mansion proved me wrong. Then again it had been five years since our last encounter. A lot can change in half a decade.
It wasn’t until such a thought occurred to me that I finally understood why I was there. It had been five years since I had borrowed money from Mr. Black. My reimbursement deadline had been reached and I was nowhere near paid up. I tried to swallow my fear, but only managed to choke.
By the time Mr. Black reached me I had regained my composure.
“Miss Sweet,” said Mr. Black as if we were old friends. But the coldness of his gaze didn’t fool me. “Or do you prefer Tiffany?”
I shrugged to indicate I had no preference. What did a name matter when I could very well be reaching the end of my life?
“How have you been?” asked Mr. Black.
“G-Good,” I stuttered, though at the moment I felt anything but “good”.
“That’s good,” said Mr. Black.
There was a moment of silence during which he looked me up and down. I’m not usually embarrassed by my appearance, but I was on my way back from the gym when Mr. Black’s goons had picked me up. Suffice it to say I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game. Mr. Black didn’t seem to mind. Or if he did he didn’t show it.
“Follow me,” finally said the man. He turned tail and walked off. One shove from the goons was enough to tell me I had no choice in the matter. I followed Mr. Black through a series of rooms. Each one was more beautiful than the last. It’s why I was slightly disappointed when we finally reached his office. It was fancier than most offices I had seen, yet the simplicity of the décor made it stand out from the rest of the mansion. There were three pieces of furniture in the room. A massive steel desk and two chairs. Mr. Black took a seat on the one behind the desk and gestured for me to do the same with the one that faced it. I took a seat while the goons stood at attention by the door.
There was another short silence before Mr. Black spoke.
“I assume you know why you are here.”
I nodded. I wanted to beg him for an extension, but I knew it would do no good. I wanted to cry and draw pity from him, but the tears refused to come. All I could do was sit there and wait.
“I know what you are thinking,” claimed Mr. Black. “But if I give you an extension, it will set a precedent. And I cannot allow that to happen.”
Mr. Black studied me again. The intensity of his gaze made my skin crawl, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. So I just stood there and waited for him to speak. It took a while, but his lips eventually came to life again.
“The fact that we are here right now leads me to believe you are unable to pay the entirety of your debt in the allotted time. Am I correct?”
I nodded, fearing what such an admission would entail.
“In most cases I would have my associates here,” he nodded to his goons, “break your legs. But I am inclined to make an exception. Do you know why?”
I shook my head.
“You are quite beautiful. In fact, you are breathtaking,” said Mr. Black. It was such an unexpected revelation that my fear momentarily vanished. Only curiosity remained. Where was he going with this?
“As you may have guessed, my business has grown over the last few years. I now supervise a great number of different endeavors. One of my latest undertakings is proving to be quite profitable. Yet my profit depends entirely upon the satisfaction of my clients. And the only way to keep them happy is to provide only the best… That is where you come in.”
I had no idea what he was saying, but I nodded for him to continue.
“Here is what I suggest; you agree to come work for me and in a year’s time your debt will be repaid. Once the deadline is up, you can choose to remain in my employment or we can part ways as friends,” explained Mr. Black.
It sounded good in theory, but I knew there had to be a catch.
“What is the nature of the work I would be doing?” I asked.
Mr. Black smiled. “Let’s just say it involves beautiful young women and rich, lonely men.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.
“Are you saying you want me to be a whore?” I asked.
Mr. Black chuckled.
“‘Whore’ is such a filthy term. I prefer to think of my girls as ‘escorts’.”
Mr. Black may have given it a pretty name, the fact remained that he was asking me to have sex with strange men for money.
“What if I refuse?” I asked.
I expected the man’s good humor to dissipate, but he remained as nonchalant as ever.
“If you refuse I will be forced to revert back to more archaic measures. It would be a shame to ruin that flawless body of yours, wouldn’t you agree?”
I now had the whole picture. Either I agreed to become one of Mr. Black’s whores or his goons would break my legs. Or worse. Given the pathetic state of my financial portfolio, it was unrealistic to believe I could repay the debt even if I was given an extension. This left me with only one option.
“I’ll do it,” I finally said.
Mr. Black’s face lit up. “I knew you would make the right decision.”
I wanted to point out he had left me little choice, but chose instead to remain silent.
“There is no denying you are pretty enough, but before I can send you out on your first assignment I need to make sure you possess the necessary skills,” explained Mr. Black.
I tried pretending like I didn’t know what he was implying, but his words were impossible to misinterpret. He wanted me to prove to him I was willing to debase myself for his benefit. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.
I started to strip. Thank god my clothes were still wet with sweat, because it gave Mr. Black a chance to object.
“What are you doing?” he inquired.
“I-I thought you wanted me to…” I started, but the last few words never left my throat.
Mr. Black chuckled.
“While I admire your enthusiasm, I am afraid my schedule for the day is full,” he explained. “My associates will escort you home. We can pick this up in the morning.”
Those were the last words he spoke. Moments later Mr. Black’s goons were leading me out of the office. A little less than an hour after that they were dropping me off in front of my apartment building.
“See you tomorrow,” said the shorter goon, speaking for the first time.
“And don’t even think about running,” added the other. “There’s nowhere you can go we won’t find you.” On that happy note, the two bulky men slipped back into the sedan and sped off, leaving standing on the sidewalk, alone and confused.
I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. It felt like I had only just fallen asleep, yet it was morning. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was six o’clock. I hadn’t gotten up this early on a Saturday in… well I don’t think I had ever awoke at such an early hour on a weekend. The fact that my fear and nervousness had kept me up for most of the day didn’t help. Still, I knew keeping Mr. Black’s goons waiting wasn’t a good idea, so I stood up and slipped into a nightie. I made my way to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. I hesitated for a second, then opened. The goons didn’t wait for me to invite them in. They pushed past me like they owned the place and took a seat on the couch. It groaned beneath their combined weight, but held strong.
“Go take a shower,” said one of them.
“We’ll pick out your clothes,” added the other.
I knew resisting was a waste of time, so I headed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The water helped wash away the remnants of sleep that still clung to my frame. By the time I stepped out, I was both clean and fully awake. I was halfway through blow-drying my hair when there was a knock at the door. I was still fully naked, so I slipped back into my nightie before answering.
“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”
He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
“What about underwear?” I asked.
The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.
I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.
The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.
“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.
Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.
The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement.
“What’s the dog for?” I asked.
Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”
It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.
“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.
Mr. Black nodded. “That’s right. I want you to have sex with my dog.”
I couldn’t believe it. Having sex with a man I barely knew was one thing, but losing my innocence to an animal was something I knew not if I was capable of. But then Mr. Black said something that convinced me refusing was not an option.
“I know it may be an imposing challenge, but I urge you to consider the alternative.”
I did. I pictured what my life would be like with two broken legs. I could kiss my internship goodbye. No hospital wanted an intern that was restricted to a wheelchair. And if I didn’t complete my internship, I would never become a doctor. Not to mention the fact that refusing Mr. Black’s request would mean having to repay the entirety of my debt, something that would take years. As much as it pained me to admit it, I knew there was only one way to ensure my future was a bright one. I had to have sex with a dog.
“All right,” I finally said. “I’ll do it.”
“Don’t worry,” assured Mr. Black. “We’ll take things slow.”
“Please remove your clothes,” instructed Mr. Black.
I hesitated for a brief moment before finally deciding the best approach was to dive right in and get through my first sexual encounter as quickly as possible. A few seconds later my dress was floating down do the ground. Mr. Black complimented me on the flawlessness of my body, but I was so nervous I cannot remember the exact words he spoke. I think it had something to do with the bounciness of my butt. Or was it the plumpness of my breasts? Or the tightness of my slit? It doesn’t really matter.
“Please lie down,” instructed Mr. Black as he gestured to the bed. I hesitantly hopped on. Following the man’s instructions to the letter I placed myself on my back with my head propped up by a pillow and my legs spread wide. Moments later, the dog jumped up. My heart rate quickened as he neared my slit. Closer and closer he got until his muzzle hovered mere inches from my labia. He sniffed a few times, then outstretched his tongue and took a lick.
“Fuck!” I yelped as the slimy appendage slithered across my labia. It ran the length of my slit before reaching my clit. I expected the animal to be a selfish lover, but he began stroking my clit, teasing me like I had never been teased before. This was not the animal’s first sexual encounter with a woman.
At first the boxer’s tongue strokes were sensual, but at the seconds ticked away, they gradually intensified. Before long, the fear and repulsion were gone. In their place now stood arousal. Part of me felt ashamed by its presence, but the rest of me was simply relieved. The hornier I was, the easier my first sexual experience would be. So, although it was incredibly perverse, I closed my eyes and began moaning softly as my canine lover teased my clit. Mr. Black was clearly impressed, because he ordered an escalation moments after the first moan toppled from my lips.
“Fuck!” I moaned as the boxer’s tongue slipped past me labia and shot into me. Deeper and deeper it travelled until every last inch of it was inside me. I was wetter than ever before, tough I had no way of knowing if it was a result of the arousal that inhabited me or the slickness of my lover’s tongue.
I don’t recall how it happened, but one second the dog’s tongue was standing idle and the next it was darting in and out of me with increasing intensity. Within seconds my moans intensified. Soon after my limbs began to tremble. I would like to say it was excitement, but for all I know it was fear. After all, it’s not every day a virgin feels a dog’s tongue invade her slit. The fact that Mr. Black and his goons were watching my every move somehow made the entire thing more enjoyable. Perhaps it was the incredible perversity of the situation. Or the knowledge that my performance would mean the difference between my debt being repaid in full and my legs being shattered.
I’m not sure how long it took, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. My body began to shake. My head was thrust back and my back arched. My moans intensified. They were now so potent I could hear nothing else. In fact they overpowered me so totally that I didn’t immediately understand what was happening. Then my slit tightened around my lover’s tongue and it finally dawned on me.
“I-I’m coming!” I stuttered. Then I lost control and the only sounds to escape my mouth were powerful shrieks of ecstasy. The boxer continued propelling his tongue in and out of me, luring a little more arousal to my frame with each new penetration. My slit grew increasingly wet. I kept expecting a squirt to escape my crack, but the time had not yet come for me to lose my squirting virginity. In a way that was a good thing, because it allowed me to fully enjoy every second of my first interspecies climax. By the time the shivers stopped rippling through my frames, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep awake. Thank god I was lying down or I would have toppled over. It took all the strength I had just to keep from slipping into a post-coital coma.
A lot had changed by the time I opened my eyes. First of all, I was no longer a virgin. Second of all, the arousal that had once inhabited me was gone, and with it my skewed sense of right and wrong. I now realized how wrong bestiality was. Not to mention illegal. Then again, borrowing money from a loan shark wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of legality. Nor was prostitution, yet that was exactly what I had agree to. And for a year no less. But as much as I regretted my actions, it was not in my power to change the past. And the only way to ensure my future was a bright one was to keep Mr. Black happy. But then he said something that made my determination waver.
“Suck his cock.”
It took a few seconds before I found the right words to express how I felt. I wanted to refuse, but I knew that was not an option. Hopefully Mr. Black would agree to an alteration.
“Can’t I just jerk it?” I asked.
Mr. Black considered me proposal for a moment.
“Very well,” he agreed. “But on one condition.”
I nodded, indicating I agreed to whatever his condition was. I expected him to voice it, but he kept it to himself. I guess he would let me know when the time was right.
I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be, so I acted before I lost my nerve. The boxer still lay between my legs, only now he was on his back. His hind legs were spread apart, revealing the rigid member than stood between then. It was bigger than I had anticipated, but size mattered little as my hand would be the only part of my anatomy to touch it. Still, I took a moment to study it. Its bright shade of red seemed to glisten in the light. The large knot that stood at its base made me nervous, as did the pointiness of its tip. But in the end none of that mattered. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the spear.
“Wow!” I couldn’t help gasping as I felt the intense heat emanating from the shaft. Focusing on it, I began thrusting my hand up and down. It travelled the length of the animal’s shaft. The boxer began whimpering in delight. I focused on the animal’s joy and blocked out the rest of the world. It seemed to fade away, leaving only the boxer and me. I now felt confident enough to increase the force of my jerks. Within seconds, I was working the animal’s shaft with such intensity that he began howling. Then the member started trembling and I realized the howling had nothing to do with the speed of the handjob and all to do with the animal’s impending climax.
The dog’s cock shook and shivered. Then it started convulsing and the howling intensified. Just when I thought the seizures had reached their peak, they intensified again. Moments later the first wave shot forth. The semen flew through the air, headed right for my face. I was about to turn away when Mr. Black’s voice reached my ears.
“Swallow it!” he commanded.
I had a very short window to decide how to proceed. Either I refused and ran the risk of angering Mr. Black or I did as told and debased myself even further. I would like to say I did the righteous thing and refused, but I was afraid. Not to mention a little curious. But in the end, it was a realization that convinced me to cooperate. This was the condition Mr. Black had referred to earlier. In exchange for allowing me to substitute the blowjob for a handjob, I now had to swallow my lover’s cum.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A split second later the boxer’s semen made contact with my tongue. My taste buds went to work, gorging themselves on the hot cum. It took a few seconds and just as many squirts, but I eventually decided I enjoyed the taste of cum. Or at least dog cum. It was slightly salty, but also quite nutty, not to mention highly addictive. I swallowed every squirt that found its way into my mouth, moaning each time the hot nectar slithered down my throat. By the time the final squirt was ingested, a great warmth had invaded my body. But that was not all that had changed. I’m not exactly sure how it had happened, but I now felt as aroused as I had when my lover had licked my slit. To be perfectly honest, I was actually looking forward to another escalation. Luckily I wasn’t the only one.
“Keep jerking,” instructed Mr. Black as soon I released the animal’s shaft.
The boxer’s member had softened somewhat, but it was still rigid enough for me to keep jerking. And jerk I did until my lover’s spear was yet again stiff as stone. I continued working until Mr. Black game me permission to stop.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
He didn’t have to ask twice. No sooner had the final word left his lips than I was on all fours. Moments later, the boxer hopped up and mounted me.
“Fuck!” I yelped as his front legs squeezed my waist. Meanwhile, his hind ones worked overtime, forcing his body forward. A split second later the tip of the cock made contact with my labia.
“Fuck!” I moaned again. And that was exactly what he did.
The cock shot into me with such speed that I barely even felt it. Then his knot was forced past my labia and I felt everything. There was a brief moment of pain, then nothing. At first I feared my slit had torn and the intensity of the pain kept me from feeling it. Then I thought perhaps I had gotten accustomed to the oversized penetration. Then my lover started rocking back and forth and I knew the truth. The pain had vanished because the knot had been pulled out of me. But now that the pounding had begun, it was repeatedly thrust into me. Each time the large knot invaded me, pain shot through me. Then it was pulled out and the pain was gone. But it returned each time the boxer thrust forward. At first the intermittent pain was a distraction, but then it combined with the arousal, creating a surprisingly enjoyable pain/pleasure cocktail. The next thing I knew I was begging for more. And that was exactly what I got.
“Faster!” I begged, having fully given in to the perversity of the situation. I no longer cared that bestiality was wrong. Or that I had up until recently been a virgin. It didn’t even bother me that I had been blackmailed into my first interspecies experience. The only thing that truly mattered was the rock-hard shaft that drilled me with unwavering consistency.
“Don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Please don’t stop!”
The boxer kept riding me like his life depended on it. For all I knew, it did. My life—or at least my legs—was intrinsically linked to the quality of the performance I gave. But then an orgasm started growing within me and all else lost meaning.
“I’m gonna come!” I warned, though I’m not sure who I was telling—my lover or Mr. Black? I guess it doesn’t really matter, because my body began convulsing moments later.
It may have been my second orgasm of the day, but it was no less potent. In fact, it was even more powerful than the last. It took all the strength I had just to keep from being pounded into the mattress. But then something happened that made me lose all control. I began to squirt.
I had often tried to reach what most consider to be the pinnacle of female orgasms, but never before had I succeeded. I guess it had taken a dog to accomplish what my fingers had failed so many times. Squirt after squirt gushed out of me, drenching both my thighs and my lover’s hind legs in cum. I moaned like I had never moaned before. My body shook with such intensity that my elbows gave out. My face slammed into the mattress, putting an end to my high-pitched moans. Only muffled cries now escaped. Meanwhile, my lover continued drilling my slit, which, with the rest of my lower body, still remained in the air.
I was aware that part of the cum that gushed from my slit belonged to my lover, yet I was unable to tell if the majority of the drops that rained down upon me belonged to me lover or me. Then again, it didn’t really matter. Only my lover’s cock within me meant anything to me. Well, that and the overpowering orgasm that controlled my frame.
I’m not sure how long it lasted, but I blacked out moments after the final squirt oozed out of me. I didn’t even feel my lover pull out of me. I only know that the boxer was lying next to me, licking the cum from his shaft, when I finally recovered. The next thing I realized was the fact that I had come down from my sexual high. I expected to feel regret for my actions, but all I felt was a great sense of relief. My first sexual experience was over and my feelings mattered little.
I glanced at Mr. Black and found him smiling. That was a good sign.
“H-How did I do?” I asked.
The man’s smile widened.
“Let’s just say you got the job.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, but Mr. Black ordered me to my feet before I could rejoice any further.
“Get dressed,” he instructed. All traces of the smile that had once curled his lips were now gone. “My associates will take you home.”
I was taken aback by the man’s sudden change of attitude, but I knew better than to defy him. I quickly slithered into my dress and slipped back into the stilettos I only now realized had fallen off at some point during my first interspecies pounding. I then glanced at Mr. Black, but he seemed busy checking his phone, so I followed his goons out of the room.
“Keep your phone on at all times,” warned Mr. Black right before I reached the door. “I will call with the details of your first assignment.”
My first story, very story-based, so starts quite slow. Hope you like it,It starts the same way. Standing in my living room with the phone ringing. Around me, walls rip away, frames are sucked into the sky, the ground cracks, everything is chaos, and yet, there was no sound apart from that damn ringing. I try to stop myself, but as always, like every other time, I walk over, the dream refusing to end, refusing to let go. I pick up the phone, and hear the words, “Is this David Leonard? Sir, there’s been an accident…”
And as always, I jerk awake, my face drenched in sweat. As always, I just sit by the edge of the bed and while waiting for the tears to stop, think about my past, what I had lost.
I was 16 when I met my wife. It should have been nothing special, just a friend introducing her to me, but from the moment I met Jeanne, it just sort of clicked, no matter how corny it may sound. Jeanne was a pretty 5’5 brunette with brown eyes and a smile that could warm the coldest of days. Despite looking very ordinary, wearing jeans with a loose green top at the time, I found myself being more attracted to her than any of our college sluts who go around wearing tight tops and skirts that look more like belts. She was something different, something special.
We went to the same college, were chosen for the same university, most of my young adult years was spent with her, my closest friend. As we grew older, the line between friends/couple became increasingly strained, sideway glances turning into guilty smiles, guilty smiles turning into flirting, flirting turning into teasing, but neither of us took it any further. Too scared, too proud or the fear of rejection, I don’t know, but it looked like I would forever remain in the friend zone, which is the worst place for a guy to be. Fact.
That changed when Jeanne had invited me as her +1 for cousin’s wedding, both of us being 19 at the time. I had already been introduced to her parents, John and Nadine, and they seemed to like me, so it wasn’t awkward or out of the blue. Anyway, during the reception, I found myself dancing with one of the bride’s sisters, who was very…enthusiastic, let’s put it like that. Especially her hands, which were definitely rubbing against things they shouldn’t. Trying to pull away, and ignoring that sly look in her eyes, my eyes caught Jeanne, who was trying hard not to laugh at my discomfort. And yet, she seemed slightly bothered about it as well.
Managing to pull away, I sat down next to Jeanne, ignoring her jibes. Throughout the evening, the eager bridesmaid tried to catch my eye several times while I was talking to Jeanne, but I smiled back at her, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Of course, that only encouraged her and so, when I saw her approaching me, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I asked Jeanne to dance with me.
Spontaneous. Random. Out of the blue. Jeanne looked at me curiously, before glancing to the bridesmaid, and asked, “Any particular reason?”
“It’s a wedding. People are dancing. Do I really need a reason?”
The way she was staring at me, I half-expected her to decline. But to my surprise, Jean sighed, saying, “Come on, then.”
It was a slow song, and so, finding some space on the floor, I drew her in, placing my hand on her waist and did that classic dance that involved nothing but circling, made for people like me who had no idea how to dance. We moved slowly, just me and her. I had expected for it to feel awkward, having never danced, not even at my prom. But in reality, it was…nice. I found myself enjoying the closeness, the warmth shared between us. Looking down at her, and seeing the small smile on her face, I forgot every piece of restraint I had and kissed her. At the contact, every part of me shivered, and as Jeanne kissed me back, I failed to notice anything else. No idea how long it lasted, could have been years, before she pulled away, and it was only when she gave a small smile and rested her head on my shoulder that my heart started beating again. Both of us giddy as fools, we carried on dancing, oblivious to the world and whoever was in it.
The same nightmare. The same Phone. The Same message. “There’s been an accident. You need to…”
The living room fades to black. The only thing left were the voices.
“Severe Damage…Heavy Blood loss” “She’s going into cardiac arrest!” “Clear!!!”
Then it abruptly stops, moments of silence. And then:
“I’m sorry, Mr.Leonard. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save both of them.”
With a cry of anguish, I was back to real life, in the early morning. Breathing heavily, I forced myself up and went downstairs, not even bothering to try to go back to sleep. How could I, knowing that the funeral was in a few hours?
Three years later after our kiss, a year after our marriage, Jeanne gave birth to our daughter. She had been staying with her parents during the final stages of her pregnancy as per her request, which meant I only heard that she was in labour as I was making my way home from the airport, having been at a conference for the past three days. Smashing the gas pedal of my BMW, I raced to the hospital, driving to the edge of my- no, the car’s limit. Speed cameras, I hear you say? Funny, I didn’t notice any.
Shutting the car door behind me, running as fast as I can, I made my way through the hospital. Darting through hallways, asking for directions impatiently, I finally saw John standing outside a door, anxiously waiting. Apologizing to him for the delay, and finding out that Nadine was with Jeanne, the two of us waited in that hallway, neither one of us saying a word. I was terrified, partly thinking about everything that could go wrong, but most of all, that soon, I was going to be a father. I mean, holy…
The door opened and the nurse told us to come in. I looked at John, and asked, “You ready to meet your granddaughter?”
He gave a nervous smile, replying, “About as ready as you meeting your daughter.”
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room, and that’s when I first saw her, crying in Jeanne’s arms. Walking over, I met Jeanne’s eyes, and we both smiled/cried as we looked down at our daughter. She was a little replica of Jeanne, right down to the bone.
“She looks exactly like you, Jeanne”, John said, in a slightly shaky voice, while Nadine grasped the baby’s- my daughter’s hand.
“Not quite, Kyra got something from her father”, Jeanne replied, her voice filled with exhaustion. “David, come on, introduce yourself.”
My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I walked up to her, and the feeling I got when I held Kyra for the first time, as she cried with surprising volume, it was… inexplicable, and I refuse to even try and explain it. It took all my self-control to not break down and cry with her. Instead, I gently whispered “Kyra” in her ear, and her eyelids opened just a fraction, allowing me to see a flash of grey.
“She’s got your eyes, David”, Nadine said, and it was then that was when I felt like a father, and the emotions running through me…was ageless.
The next few days passed quickly for me. I would come early every day, waiting impatiently by the door until I was allowed in. Jeanne had trouble with the birth and was still quite weak, so I would stay by her, making sure she was alright, never leaving her side or Kyra’s.
The time came when we finally took both of them home, inviting Jeanne’s parents to stay with us for a while, and the next few months, I would forever remember as the best part of my life.
However, the next three years was both amazing and frustrating. Because of Kyra and the fact I was making enough money for the both of us, Jeanne decided to quit her job and became a full-time mother. I was working as a manager for a multi-firm company, and the meetings/deadlines/conferences took so much of my time, I couldn’t be around Kyra as much as I wanted to. But still, no matter how tiring and stressful my job got, when I got home, I would be cheered up instantly by the two people that mean most to me.
And so, the years passed.
The main thing I noticed as Kyra grew up was that she seemed closer to me than her mother, but I figured that this was mainly because I wasn’t around as much as Jeanne was. I still remember her as a toddler, like it was yesterday. Kyra may look like Jeanne, but she had inherited my personality as well as the eyes. Always messing around, always curious, it was remarkable I found myself changing into a child when I’m with her.
Unfortunately, as Kyra got older, I found myself spending less and less time with her, mainly due to my promotion as Assistant CEO in a multi-firm company. But I never forgot certain events. Her first day of school. Her first play. Her first dance class. Things like that.
Jeanne and Kyra had become my whole life. There was nothing more that I could want or need. But my job prevented me from showing that to them, and it left me feeling useless.
For most people, when someone close to you dies, it would be agonizing, but that wasn’t the case for me. Throughout the service, I just felt hollow, empty. Ironically, it was a perfect day weather-wise. The sun shining, a gentle breeze, but to me, the world was lifeless. I just stood there, holding Nadine, comforting her as the rites were being said. John was more composed, mainly because he’s an old-fashioned guy who doesn’t show emotions as much, but even he couldn’t stop the tears rolling down his face.
It was just another ordinary day, and it should have been. But a woman in a 4×4, who was partly drunk, lost control of her car on the road next to the pier. The 4×4 skidded across the road, before crashing into a small, red Fiat coming from the opposite direction, driven by a woman and her 12 year old daughter coming home from her dance recital. Both cars hit the barrier at the edge and went right through it. Both cars fell onto the rocks at the bottom. Jeanne and Kyra died instantly at the impact. The 4×4 driver managed to survive because her car was more robust, but it didn’t stop her spine from breaking, paralysing her from the waist down. Not sure whether to feel pity or satisfaction at that. Not sure if I can feel at all anymore.
People occasionally came up to me to give me words of comfort, after the service, but I generally gave them a general ‘thanks for coming’ before moving on. Rude, I know, but that’s how I felt. After all the friends and relatives left, I just went back to their graves and stood there with Jeanne’s parents, the three of us standing so still, there was no difference between the statues and ourselves.
I arrived home around 10 o’clock that night, exhausted to the point of almost passing out. Every single action, opening the front door, removing my shoes, heating some food in a microwave, seemed to take ten times the effort it normally would. Becoming CEO certainly hasn’t helped me out much, but apparently I was the only man for the job. Besides, it’s not like I had anything to do at home.
Collecting my dinner, I made my way into the living room and fell onto the sofa. Turning on the T.V, I mindlessly switched channels while eating, thinking about Sarah, a woman in my office who has asked me out (for coffee, for dinner. Etc) at least 4 times so far. My friends, the few I still have left, think I’m either gay or stupid to refuse her offer, as she was very fit and looked nothing like her 36 years. I can’t think of a reason why she would be attracted to a wreck like me, but it made it difficult for me to say a straight no. I would always make an excuse, and I hoped that eventually, she would think, too many coincidences and get the message. Harsh, maybe, but it wasn’t as harsh as saying no to her face. Was it?
Clearing my thoughts, I wasted about an hour, watching a half-decent crime movie, before I decided to turn in for the night. Turning the TV off, I made my way upstairs, leaving my plate on the table. Luckily, I had arranged the next week off, and so was looking forward to actually having a decent amount of sleep for a change.
After a quick shower, I caught myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. I still looked pretty much the same as I did 10 years ago, but being in my late 30’s, you could definitely tell I wasn’t exactly in the prime of my life. My eyes, hollow and empty, gave that away. I rolled a few grey hairs on my head between my fingers and ran a hand down my stubble, before deciding to ignore it and carried on cleaning my teeth, just wanting to sleep.
I didn’t even bother changing when I was done, just went inside my room, stripped to my boxers and fell onto the bed, asleep in an instant.
Did I just hear that? After a few seconds of listening, I figured I must have imagined it, and decided to ignore it and try to go back to sleep.
The doorbell. With a groan, I tried to push myself up. Failing, I settled to look at my watch, learning that it was quarter to ten. I settled back down, figuring that whoever it was; they can bugger off, and was just on the point of sleep when…
“I’M COMING! “ I roared, as I rolled out of bed. Uttering curses, I grabbed a bathrobe, and stomped down the stairs, wincing as my foot hit the banister. Making my way to the front door, I considered whether to use my fists, as I prepared myself to confront the fucking idiot. Pulling the door open, ignoring the sudden chill of air, I yelled, “Do you have any idea-“, before freezing in surprise.
Standing in front of me was a young woman, looking at me with shock. We stared at each other for a moment, before I finally said, “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong house.”
Yet, I knew I was wrong, I felt like I’d seen this girl before.
She looked me up and down, before saying hesitantly, “Your robe…”
Oh, God no, I thought, but looking down, I saw my bare chest and stomach and unfortunately, due to my tight boxers and the fact it was morning, the very noticeable bulge of my slightly erect dick. With a silent curse, I tied the knot, and looked back at her, in a casual pose, as if I wasn’t fazed.
“Not the best of introductions. Do I know you?” I asked smoothly, still racking my brains to where I’d seen her before.
“It’s been a long time since you last saw me, but you should remember.” She replied, a faint smile on her face.
Slightly irritated but curious, I looked her up and down, waiting for something to click in my mind. Wearing thick leggings and a hoodie, she was around 5”7 (guessing it from my 5”10). Trying to find a resemblance to people I knew, I examined her face closely, which must have looked odd, as she gave a quick laugh. She was very pretty, that much can be said. I couldn’t tell much because of the hoodie, but she had a very attractive face, with a cute smile and dark-eyes blues, and……….wait, the eyes. I stared into them, pale grey into dark blue, eyes I knew, eyes I remembered. In a flash, memories rushed at me. Two girls running around in my garden; a young girl smiling at me, with those same dark-blue eyes before Kyra emptied a jug of water over her head.
I pulled back, and with a smile, said “Hi, Amy”, to which she gave a shy smile.
I stared at her, shocked that Amy, of all people, was at my doorstep. Lost in memories, I was disrupted by a tug on my shoulder. Amy was looking at me with a slight smile, saying “You do realise it’s freezing out here.”
I stared at her blankly, before coming back to reality.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” I said apologetically, flattening myself against the wall to let her through. As she passed, her body rubbed against mine, causing a sudden jolt in my chest.
“Living room is on the left”, I said after she passed. “Take a seat, I’ll just take a second to get changed”. I made my way to my room, still unable to believe Amy was here. After so long, this girl from my past had come back. While changing into a simple t-shirt and jeans, my mind went back, to a happier time and place.
Amy was Kyra’s best friend, from her younger days. Her and her parents lived in our neighbourhood, (the very same place I live now). Jeanne and I had met Adam and Sarah during a social gathering. They were likeable, and Amy seemed like a nice kid, if not slightly inquisitive for her 6 years of age. However, it was when the three of them first came round to our house and Amy first met Kyra, a toddler at the time, that she became part of my life.
Amy loved my daughter, and Kyra seemed to instinctively connect with her. Throughout the years, they never failed to see each other at least four times a week. Despite the 4-year gap between them, the two of them were inseparable.
Time passed, and Amy’s parents started having marital issues and because we were their closest friends, it became common for her to stay with me and Jeanne while Adam and Sarah went on romantic trips or vacations, desperately trying to flare their relationship back into life. When Amy did come over, Jeanne and I always made sure to treat her like an adult, despite her being 11 at the time, partly because she was very mature for her age, mostly because we didn’t want be a parent substitute for her, as it might screw her relationship with her own.
As the issues between Adam and Sarah worsened, Amy stayed at our house more and more, until it came to the point where she was staying with us more than her own parent’s house. Well, I say us, but I wasn’t around that much either. Having been promoted again, I found myself spending even less time at home, so it was just Amy, Kyra and Jeanne most of the time.
Over time, despite my original thoughts, I found myself thinking of Amy as a second daughter, and treated her as such. She would come to me, asking for help, on homework, friend issues or whatever was on her mind. I would put aside whatever work I had, and like I did for Kyra, talk with her in a way that she answers her own question. (People tend to follow the advice you guide them to rather than the advice you tell them to do).
Coming home from the out-of-town conferences, I would bring presents to the two girls and after a while, Amy would expect these gifts. I would sometimes pretend to have forgotten it, but she wasn’t fooled, not even once. As for Jeanne, I had learnt that excessively buying her gifts just made her pissed, and she told me that I shouldn’t feel guilty. Even so, at night, I would try and make it to her, and trust me; she is a hell of a screamer.
Anyway, a year later, out of the blue, Amy’s parents suddenly announced their decision to move up north. Amy was 13 when they left; I remember the day clearly, her parents walking down their garden path with their suitcases, while Kyra and Amy were in the porch, bawling their eyes out. Jeanne was comforting Amy and Kyra, telling them it would be fine, while I talked to her parents, wishing them luck on their new life. Though, by the look on both their faces, I knew that the sudden relocation wasn’t going to improve their marriage. They were just delaying the inevitable, but I kept that thought to myself.
Making my way back after saying my goodbyes, I passed by Amy, walking to the car, with the most miserable expression on her face. After a brief thought, I called her back and embraced her in a small hug, her head just about reaching my mid-chest, before kneeling down and telling her, how a pretty girl like her would have no trouble fitting in her new home, and that she shouldn’t be sad or scared. She gave a shy smile in reply, blushing slightly, but seemed a lot more cheerful, as she embraced me tightly, before running to the car. I lifted myself back up, picked Kyra up, and the three of us watched the car drive away, Amy furiously waving with tears in her eyes. And that was, as the car turned round the corner, the last time I saw her.
Kyra cried waterworks for hours, and it took all our strength and patience to cheer her up. Over the next few months, when Kyra wasn’t doing her homework or her chores, she would be on the computer, chatting with Amy on MSN, Skype, whatever it was called, discussing whatever young girls discussed at the time. They never met face-to-face again, the…..accident happening two years later.
Amy and her parents couldn’t make it to the funeral as they was on holiday abroad, but a few weeks later, I received from her, by post, a beautifully drawn card. Her pain and loss literally poured out of the card, from every care-written word to the small drawings in the corners. It was clear that Kyra’s death had affected her greatly, and I wrote two letters that day, one to Amy, thanking her for the gift and giving words of comfort. The second, to Adam, telling him that Amy had been extremely close to Kyra, thus asking him to keep an eye on her. I had posted those letters, thinking that was that.
“You sure know a good time to visit, Amy”, I said, as I entered the living room.
Amy was standing by the study table, looking through my album, filled with photos of Jeanne, Kyra and me. She hadn’t even heard.
Walking up to her, I placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned round sharply, before wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.
“Sorry”, she said, her voice slightly shaky. “It’s-“
“I know”, I replied softly.
An awkward silence filled the room, and I went to turn on the electric fireplace, trying to warm the place up a bit.
As she sat down on the sofa, I made my way to the kitchen, saying “Make yourself at home; I’ll be back with some coffee”.
It took a few minutes, but I came back with two cups filled with the perfect antidote for a cold morning. Walking up to her, I noticed that Amy had removed her hoodie and placed it close to the fire. I could now see that she had wavy dark-blonde hair that ended in curls, a hairstyle that really suited her. She was wearing a tight grey sweater and with those leggings, I couldn’t help but notice that she had a nice physique, not too thin, curves in the right places. Unconsciously, my eyes went to her chest area for an instant, and found that while she had medium sized breasts, they were very round and stuck out firmly, something I noticed even more with that sweater.
Realising that I had accidently checked her out, I slapped myself mentally for the perverted thoughts before handing her the cup, to which she gave her smile, with the words, “Thank you, David.” I noticed that fact that she had used my first name, and it bugged me, as she had always called me “Mr.Leonard”, but I brushed it aside.
We chatted aimlessly while we drank the coffee, filling each other in of the past 7/8 years. I told Amy about my job and recent life while she told me about her university and her hobbies/interests.
“So how old are you now?” I asked after talking about her course for University.
“21 in four months”, she replied, with a strange smile, like it was part of an inside joke, which confused me slightly, but I disregarded it.
To change the subject, I asked her something that I was wondering about for a while.
“So how are your parents doing?”
At the very question, Amy’s face darkened, confirming my guess.
“That bad, eh?” I asked with concern.
“You don’t know,” she replied with a weary tone. “Mom and Dad divorced three years ago. I lived with my mum for a while, and she couldn’t have been more miserable, always blaming me for everything. I had to get out of there. Dad……I haven’t seen him in a while, not since he hooked up with some local slut called Jade. No idea where he is now, could be dead for all I know, the fucking prick. So yeah, it is that bad”.
Amy returned to drinking her coffee, before she noticed the shock on my face, and asked what was wrong. I shook my head in reply, saying, “Nothing, it just seems weird to hear you talking like this. It only seems like yesterday that you were a child.”
Something, annoyance possibly, flickered through her eyes, and she said softly, “That was a long time ago”.
“I know. It’s just strange, that’s all.” I countered, before asking, “So where do you live now?”
“I stayed with my friends for a while, and when I got a decent part-time job, rented a small apartment. It’s a nice place, good value for money.”
“You don’t live on Campus, then?”
“Don’t even get me started on my Campus”, she replied with emotion, and started giving me a ferocious rant on everything wrong with the place.
“You should have been in my University, that place was wild”, I replied, telling a few stories of my young, foolish self and the troubles we got in.
As we talked, the topics ranging to… pretty much everything, I was surprised by how easy it was; it felt like talking to a lifelong friend. Amy was confident, her enthusiasm infectious and she had an incredible sense of humour, one to rival the one I had. I found myself laughing like I’ve never laughed in the past 7 years, and catching my breath, I realised that she was what I used to be, and seeing how far I had fallen, I couldn’t help but be slightly depressed.
Eventually, I finally got my senses together and asked, “So, what’s with the sudden appearance?” Amy’s face lost its shine. For a moment, I wondered if she was going to cry, but then, she reached into her bag and withdrew a small chain.
“I was cleaning the storeroom in my apartment, and I found this”, She said slowly, before placing the chain in my open palm. “Kyra gave it to me the day I left and I just thought……it should belong to you.”
I had hoped that she wouldn’t mention her. To be honest, even now, it hurts when I think about them. It had taken a whole year to get out of my depression, the worst days of my life. I didn’t know if I had the strength to endure that again. Nevertheless, I opened my palm (no idea when I closed it), and examined the chain.
Silver, with a small heart at the end. I recognised it instantly, as it had been a gift from me. Kyra had always been crazy about chains, that much can be said. Girls and their jewellery, eh? She loved this, it was her most favourite one, and yet, she had simply given it to Amy. That, more than anything, gave me my answer.
“No.” I said softly, standing up. Amy stood up too, looking confused. “I have my memories. But Kyra gave this to you, and I wouldn’t feel right if I had this.”
I put the chain back in her hand, saying, “Besides, I think it would look much better on you”.
Amy’s eyes were wet. I think mine were too, but I didn’t want to check.
“Thank you”, she said, her voice quivering. She put the chain around her neck, and I helped attach it at the back, my fingers slightly brushing the skin of her neck.
“You see, it suits you perfectly”, I said with a smile, after putting it on. She smiled back at me, her dark blue eyes more noticeable than ever. And then, she took a step forward, right up to me, staring at me with a hard look in her eyes. Her head moved forward, and without even thinking about it, I found mine moving back. Amy stared at me as if she had been slapped, and then…
“I should get going, I have to be at the station at 12”, she said suddenly, pulling back.
I too was kicked back to my senses, but I took it in stride, despite the fact I had no idea what just happened.
“That’s OK. Do you want a lif-“
“No”, she replied, in a sharp tone, answering before I even asked the question. “It’ll be good for me to walk for a while.”
Amy seemed very hesitant and confused, as she put her hoodie back on, and believe me, the feeling was mutual. She wanted to say something, but found her unable to do it. I found myself being more scared than I have in years.
“Bye, David. Thanks for the coffee.” She said, opening the front door.
Standing at the doorway, she gave me a hug that seemed to linger before pulling her hood over her head and briskly walking away.
I watched her walk away, before closing the door, feeling unnerved. My mind was spinning, still wondering what the hell just happened. It can’t be what I thought it was. I sat back down on the sofa, staring blankly at the cup on the coffee table, before the ringing phone brought me back.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself being a lot more confident. I found myself changing with no conscious reason. A new self, meeting with people after work, getting drunk and having a good time. My new attitude certainly got me more popular with my colleagues, though I was careful to still do the work and never overdo my new self. After all, I was the CEO, and was expected to be the responsible one.
I also noticed the amount of attractive females in the office, women I hadn’t noticed for years and found myself flirting around them, especially towards Sarah. I found myself spending more and more time with her, enjoying every second we spent together. And yet, even though I am now happier than I’ve been in years, I could not make that final step. I could not ask her out, something was stopping me.
The constant battle between my will and my mind raged within me, until I decided that this was a simple problem to solve. I wanted to call Sarah, to just ask her out, but I couldn’t. Therefore, I decided not bother. I’ll just stay like this, my new attitude, casual flirting, nothing more. And though I knew it was not fair on her, I figured that this was the best way. And sometimes, for a split second, I almost convince myself of that.
It was absolutely pouring with rain during the journey home. After popping into the local supermarket to stock up on food, I was making my way back to the car, getting soaked, when I accidentally bumped into someone, and was it fate or a huge coincidence that it happened to be her?
“Amy?” I asked, still unable to believe the odds. She looked like she had been outside for hours, she was absolutely drenched. Her clothes had been soaked to the point of being shapeless, and her hood was absolutely failing at keeping her head dry. Carrying a small suitcase with her, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
“David? Oh my God, what are the chances?” She exclaimed, cheerful, even in this weather. I gestured her to walk with me to my car.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked with concern, as I opened the boot and put the bags and her suitcase in.
“Just a small problem, I’m supposed to stay at my friend’s house, but apparently, her family decided at the last minute for them to all go to their cousin’s house.” Amy said, her casual tone making the whole scenario somehow amusing. “So I’ve been spending the last hour walking around in the rain, trying to find a hotel in this shithole of a city.”
“Well, you’re definitely handling it better than me.” I replied with a laugh. “If that happened to me, you’ll hear my curses from a 2 mile radius, and random people will be shouted at to the point of crying.”
Closing the boot shut, I heard Amy asking me if I knew there were any hotels nearly, when, out of nowhere, I asked:
“Why don’t you stay with me?”
Did I really just say that? Why did I just say that?
“Stay…….. with you?”, Amy asked slowly, and was it just me, or did her eyes light up? Okay, David, you cannot take back what you just said, so go balls confident.
“Sure, I mean, it’s only one night, right?” I said, making my voice sound as casual as possible. “It’s seems like an easier choice than paying for a hotel, but it’s your choice.”
Amy seemed to consider the option, but somehow, I knew that she had already decided. She just didn’t want to look too eager. So I waited patiently, and then, a few seconds later:
“Sure, I guess that’s fine.” Amy replied, with a smile. As she got in the car, I looked up, knowing that the weather was definitely getting worse. Sighing, I got into my car as well, and started the car. Somewhere in the back of my mind, as I was pulling out of the spot, I wondered if Amy staying over was a good idea, but I chose to ignore that thought, and started to drive back home.
We reached my house about half an hour later, during which the rain had become a storm. Lightning frequently streaked across the sky, followed by the deafening sound of thunder. The rain battered us without mercy as we made our way up the path, and Amy huddled close to me to shelter her from the worst of the downpour. Reaching the front door, I gave my keys to her (I was carrying the bags and suitcase), and she quickly opened the door, before rushing inside, eager to get out of the downpour. I followed suit, closing the door behind me before placing the bags on the hallway, as we laughed our heads off for no real reason.
After calming down, I turned to Amy, and said, “Feel free to choose one of the rooms upstairs to stay in.” She thanked me in reply, and walked up the stairs. A small part of me stared at her ass as she walked up, how it moved with every step, before I forced myself to look away.
“The room on the far right is mine, so not that one”, I called after her, as I placed my jacket on the radiator, before following her upstairs and then to my room, wanting to change into some dry clothes. Rummaging through the mountain of clothes strewed on the floor, I found a t-shirt and some denim trousers, and put them on. After a brief thought, I put on some deodorant as well, to mask the smell of rain. Checking my reflection and finding it suitable, I was making my way back downstairs, when Amy suddenly came out of her room, and walked straight into me.
“Sorry David, didn’t look where I was going” Amy said apologetically.
“No problem, it was my fault, I’m not used to having someone else at the house.” I replied with a wary smile. Budging past her, I was on the stairs when she asked:
“Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom? I really need a hot shower after all that time in the rain.”
My mind flashed on an image of Amy showering for second.
“No, it’s fine. Bathroom’s over there.” I replied casually before going downstairs, telling myself to get a grip. While making dinner (I figured I might as well cook since I had a guest), I convinced myself that the sexual thoughts I had of Amy was just because of the whole scenario. If it was any other girl that was staying over at my house, it would probably have the same effect on me. It had nothing to do with her.
Amy is…….was Kyra’s friend; she’s like a second daughter for me. I have nothing but fatherly feelings for her, and I repeated this to myself several times. And yet…
Having finished cooking, I decided to take a break and watch a football match that some of my friends were talking about for the past week. Sure enough, it was a hell of a game, being tied at 1-all, and some spectacular skills and fouls. I was immersed in the game, that I didn’t hear Amy walking in. It was only when she asked if there was any dinner, then I turned to her, and froze.
Amy’s choice of clothing was very………form-fitting. She was wearing pink pyjama bottoms that clung to her legs tightly, showing off her long legs and ass rather well. To go with that, a white tank top that was slightly small for her, allowing me to see her bust very clearly and the outline of a bra. It also allowed me to see a thin slice of navel, and that combined with everything else, made her look…….
She met my curious glare, and I nodded at her clothing.
“Oh, that”, she sighed. “I was only supposed to be staying with my friend for the night, and only brought my bedtime clothes and the clothes which are now drenched, so that doesn’t leave me much choice. Besides, you should see the clothes she wears at night. ”
“So, both of you spend the night together in one room, with clothes like that. Anything else you want to tell me?” I said in a nudging tone and raised eyebrows, before I could stop myself.
“I guess that it is really true that men don’t age mind-wise”, she replied with a small grin, and I counted myself off the hook, still unable to believe I had said that. More surprising, she didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seems to have the opposite effect.
Walking past me, Amy settled down on the sofa against the side wall. I gave her the remote, asking her if she was sure that she wanted dinner now, as it was only quarter past 7. She replied yes, so I made my way to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with two plates of Italian pasta, with my custom-made sauce, with a dash of spice (Say what you want, but I’ve always been proud of my cooking).
Judging by her reaction as she ate, Amy was definitely a fan.
“My god, this is delicious!” she said, or something similar to that as her mouth was full with pasta.
“Thanks”, I replied. “It was nothing.”
“Spare the modesty, after making food this good, you’re allowed to show off about it.”
“Well, I do what I can”, I replied with a laugh, before turning back to the T.V.
Unfortunately, Amy had decided to watch some romantic film, which wasn’t really one of my preferences, but she’s the guest so I decided to just suffer through it and watched it without really paying attention.
A while later, after both of us were done eating, as I turned my head, meaning to check the clock, my eyes skimmed over Amy, before coming back to fix on her. Because the sofa was to the side, she was sitting along the sofa, her legs resting on the armrest. My eyes ran over her long legs; how the tight pyjamas showed it off, before moving to her breasts, hidden underneath that tank-top. Again, I was fascinated by the roundness of her tits, and told myself it had to be a push-up bra, there’s no way a natural breast could defy gravity like that, unless there’s silicone involved. But she can’t have…
Amy moved slightly, and I hurriedly turned back to watch the film. Of course, after that, every so often, I would stare at her out of the corner of my eye, admiring her body. At one point, her tank-top had gone up slightly as she stretched. Now, I’d never been a navel guy, but seeing her smooth abs and belly button…. Of course, every time I did look at her, I would look away guiltily a few seconds later, telling myself to get a grip. But believe me, it wasn’t easy.
As the movie reached it’s climax (the two main characters getting together, really, are you even surprised?), out of nowhere, Amy asked, “Have you thought about getting married again?”
Funny, I should be offended that she asked such a personal question, but I couldn’t help but notice that I never thought about it. Was there another marriage in my future?
“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully, after a moment of thought. “I don’t know if I could.”
“That’s ridiculous. You can’t stay like this forever”, Amy said passionately. “Imagine if you had died, would you want Jeanne to remain unmarried for the rest of her life?”
Her logic was undeniable, but I chose to ignore it, saying, “It’s not that simple, Amy.”
In response, she turned the T.V off, grabbed a chair and set it down in front of me, before sitting down on it.
Looking directly into my eyes, her dark blue into my pale grey, she said “David, it’s me. You always been there for me when I was young, I just want to repay the favour.”
I sat there, on the sofa, wondering what I should do. Part of me wants to just go to bed and let this day end, but talking to someone about a problem always lessens the burden, right?
“Ok, Amy”, I sighed. “You’re right, I should be trying to move on with my life, but I can’t and trust me, I tried. There’s this girl called Sarah in my office, I like her and I’m pretty sure that she likes me too, but guess what? Every time I go to ask her out, my mouth clamps shut. SOMETHING STOPS ME, EVERY SINGLE TIME! So, it’s not like I have a choice about remaining single, because I can’t even ask a girl out, even though sometimes, I’m really………well that doesn’t really matter. So tell me, Amy, what’s your diagnosis?”
A moment of awkward silence followed my tirade. To be honest, I did feel slightly better having let out some of my rage.
Amy’s response, when it came, came slowly, as if she was choosing her words carefully.
“Whatever stopping you from moving on is something that you have been keeping inside you for a long time, that much I can say. This is a delayed reaction.”
After a pause, Amy said slowly, “I have an idea.”
“Please, anything to help me out here.”
“Trying to solve a problem through force never helps. It’s like when you are doing an exam. You would never remember the answer by forcing it to appear. But if you try blanking out your mind and letting the answer come to you….”
“Seriously?”, I said with disbelief. “That never works in real life.”
“Have you tried?”
Amy gave me a stern look in reply, so with a sigh, figuring I might as well give it a shot, I slowed down my breathing and closed my eyes.
Right, I thought to myself, trying to ignore the ridiculousness of what I’m doing, Start blanking, Brain.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but incredibly, after a while, I found that Amy was telling the truth, kind of. By letting my mind relax, sitting in silence, thoughts and memories came at me, things I never even thought twice about. I sat there, waiting for it to come to me. I don’t know how long it took, but in a split second, I understood and I couldn’t believe that the answer escaped me for so long. How did I not see this before? How blind must have I been?
Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Amy’s dark blue eyes, staring at me with concern.
“Well, did it work?” she asked.
I gave a sigh, and under Amy’s questioning look, simply said, “It’s guilt.”
She looked at me as if I was crazy, before saying, “Because?”
“Jeanne and Kyra”, I replied, my voice heavy. “I was never there for them. My work took up so much of my time. I…Sometimes, I wondered if Kyra hated me for that. I tried, you have to believe me, but I couldn’t make it to every… Hell, I almost missed her birth, what kind of father would miss the birth of his own child? As she grew older, I spent less and less time at home. You should know about that, when you were staying here, how many times was I also there?”
I paused, finding it difficult to keep talking. What I had always known now hits me with full force.
“I may have earned money for them. I may have provided for them”, I said with effort. “But I wasn’t a good husband, or a good father.”
As I let the words hit me, a deep sense of self-loathing erupted in my chest. Disgusted with myself, I stood up, wanting to go upstairs and sleep.
However, Amy stood up too, and simply said, “You’re wrong.”
I made to argue my point, but she hushed me with a wave of her hand.
“No, listen. It might be true that you weren’t around much, but when you were, you took care of your wife and Kyra better than most fathers who are always around. Trust me, you were a much better father to Kyra than my dad was to me. You worked for them, and you really think that they’ll hate you for it?”
“I know that Kyra never hated you. When I was with her, never a day went past without her saying how awesome you are, at least once. The days that you weren’t there for her, you more than made up for it in the days that you were. Kyra loved you. Your wife loved you. In fact, the only person that hates you is you, and you don’t even have a valid reason for it.”
Amy stepped up to me and grabbed my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes, saying, “The amount of love you had for Jeanne and Kyra was nothing compared to the love they had for you, and they would be heartbroken if they could hear you right now.”
I found myself unable to disagree with her, as much as I wanted to. I don’t know how long I stood there, in silence, but suddenly, my eyes began to water, thinking of Kyra’s laugh, Jeanne’s smile, the three of us together. I had never cried at the funeral, but now, I found tears running down my face, and without knowing why, I just broke down. I barely felt Amy’s comforting embrace, just cried my heart out for Jeanne and Kyra, my lost family.
I left the house a while later, leaving Amy in charge. I needed fresh air, and decided to take a walk to clear my mind. Thankfully, the storm had died down; there was not a cloud in sight. The night sky seemed clearer than usual, and the stars shone brighter than I had ever seen.
Amy’s words still echoed in my mind as I walked, making me realise how stupid I’ve been. It’s doesn’t matter if I wasn’t around as much as I could have been, I did right by my wife and child. I mindlessly walked round town and found myself at the local park. I smiled as memories poured in, Kyra on the swings, her laughter. Sighing with weariness, I walked in and wiped the raindrops off a bench, the same bench where Jeanne and I used to sit, and sat down. The good times rolled through my mind, and I soon found myself laughing like hell. I have no idea why, but the night echoed with the sound of my crazy, giddy laughter.
It was at that moment, while laughing, that I realised that the guilt would never bother me again. I had loved Jeanne and Kyra, and cruel fate had taken them away. But that was no reason to be miserable, I should be celebrating life in their memory, and if that means moving on, then so be it, I know that they’ll support me.
Content, I laid back and watched the night sky, the cold barely affecting me. It is amazing how the twinkle of stars could be so fascinating. Before I knew it, it was 10 o’clock and I decided to head back.
The journey home seemed to pass in no time, my mind completely at peace. Before I knew it, I was opening the front door and was making my way to the living room.
Amy was sitting on the sofa, apparently lost in her own thoughts, and didn’t notice me until I coughed slightly.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she gave me a warm smile. She stood up.
“So, how do you feel now?” she asked as she walked up to me.
“Better, and it’s because of you. I’ll owe you more than you’ll ever know.”
To my surprise, she came up to me and embraced me. After the initial shock, I hugged her back, enjoying the warmth and comfort after being in the cold for so long. My left hand went to her lower back, while my right went up to stroke her hair. I had no logical explanation for doing that, but it felt right. She gave a content sigh at the content and snuggled into me, resting her head on my shoulders. That’s when I started getting nervous, but convinced myself that I was overreacting.
After a while, she pulled back, her hands on my shoulders. There was a hard look in her eyes, the same look as last time. As my mind flashed warning lights, she leant forward, and this time, I found myself unable to move. Her lips brushed mine gently, and before I knew it, I was kissing her back. The feel of her lips brought a part of me that had been buried for so long, and so, I didn’t even think about what I was doing. It was only when I felt her tongue slip into my mouth that I stopped, with surprise.
Comprehension came a split second later. Confused and disgusted with myself, I pushed her away.
“What the Hell!” I yelled, more to myself than her.
Amy looked at me, with a hurt look in her eyes. That look made me feel guilty, even though I technically had done nothing wrong. And then, the look changed into cold fury.
“Amy, what was that about? Why did you…”
“Are you thick?” she asked in a cold tone. “Do you really not understand?”
I don’t think I’ve been this confused in my life. I had no idea what was going on, or maybe I didn’t want to accept what I thought was going on. Either way, I said nothing in reply. There was a long pause while I tried to find the words.
“Amy”, I said slowly. “You’re like family to me. I don’t understand why you would do-“
“Well, I don’t think of you like that. For me, you’ll always be my first crush, the first person I…..had feelings for.”
“Do you want to know the main reason why I came here two months ago?”
I said nothing in reply, just listened.
“Living in an apartment and my parent’s divorce, it just made me feel…lonely. Even when I’m with my friends, it feels like I’m unwanted. I don’t know how you deal with it, but living on your own is hard for me. I’m used to being cared for all my life, and you’re mostly to blame for that. And then, when I found the chain, I remembered about you.”
Her face was red with embarrassment, but she didn’t stop.
“I had a crush on you since I was 12. You were dependable. You cared about me. You-”
She came to a halt, her face scarlet, like she just realised what she was saying.
As for me, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Again, I was amazed by my ignorance and stupidity. How did I not see this before?
“Amy, I don’t understand. Do you-”
“Yes” she said softly, “I don’t want to marry you, or to be your girlfriend or anything like that. It’s just that I want to be with you, and that’s still a type of love.”
“Amy, these feelings you have are not uncommon”, I said with a sigh, ignoring the perverted thoughts ramming into my head. “It’s just an attraction and it will-”
“Do I look like I’m 12? I’m 20 now, and I can tell you the feelings I have for you aren’t going that easily.” I just groaned with frustration, and looking straight at her, said, “Amy, I don’t know what more I can say to make you understand.”
She stared at me for a long time, searching for something, before she sighed and turned away, replying “You don’t need to. I’ll just go upstairs, leave you alone. Thank you for letting me stay here.”
And with that, she left the room, looking to be on the point of tears. I wanted to comfort her but found myself unable to find the words, so I let her go, before falling back to the couch, the inner battles in my head overwhelming me.
I must have dozed off soon after that, for I found myself waking up 2 hours later. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned before stretching my muscles. I enjoyed about a minute of ignorant bliss before the day’s events hit me. Amy staying over, the kiss, her confession, everything.
Placing my hands on my head, I groaned. Who do you blame in this situation? Somehow, I don’t think it can be put on either one of us. I want to be able to help her, like she helped me, but….how I am supposed to sleep with someone who’s like a daughter to me?
Hang on; can I even call her that? I mean, most fathers don’t usually have fantasies involving their daughters, do they? And I’m pretty sure I’m not into incest. Or am I?
Jesus Christ, so many questions! And not one of them has an answer. Not even one!
Slapping the back of my head, I decided to go to the kitchen. It was there, drinking a glass of iced water, that I remembered how Amy had helped me before.
Was it even possible for it to work twice? No harm in trying.
Not wanting to give myself a chance of backing out, I sat cross-legged on the floor, and closing my eyes, focused on my slow breathing. In…out. Thinking of nothing else. I did that for as long as I could, before opening my eyes and letting the thoughts come to me.
Amy staring at me.
Kyra at the swings, Jeanne taking photos.
Sarah laughing at my joke.
How Amy was like a daughter to me.
Not ‘is’. ‘Was’.
Which surely means that I don’t now, right?
It was 13-year-old Amy that was like a daughter to me, and the simple truth is that the woman staying at my house tonight is not her. After she tried to kiss me during her first visit, I could no longer think of her in that way.
Maybe I wouldn’t be saying this if she had been in my life constantly, but she wasn’t. Try as I could, I couldn’t even picture her as a 13-year-old anymore. I just saw her as she is now, a beautiful, witty young woman and all that I need now was the courage to go up and tell her that.
Standing outside her door, I found myself hesitating. Last minute doubts tried to force me back, but pushing it aside, I knocked on the door. I waited until I heard her reply, and walked in. Amy was standing by the edge of the bed, trying to hide her emotions through a blank face.
“What’s wrong?”, she asked with concern, even after everything, still caring about me. That, more than anything else, made me sure I was doing the right thing.
“Nothing, I just realised that… you were right” I replied, walking up to her.
Amy looked right into my eyes, dark blue into pale grey, and in a shaky voice, asked “About…w-what?” Placing a hand on her lower back, I gently pulled her towards me and brushed her upper lip with my finger. Amy shuddered in my hold, and before she could say anything else, I moved forward and kissed her.
Her eyes widened in shock, before she moaned in my mouth and started kissing me back. This time, however, it was me that started parting her lips with my tongue, and with her permission, started venturing its depths. Amy was literally shaking in my hands, and withdrawing my tongue back, I gently tugged at her bottom lip while running my hand up her back, before pulling back, saying “About that”.
Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, as her whole body shivered with the contact, I waited for her reply. She started at me with a hard look in her eyes, a look that made me think I had gone too far and that I was going to get slapped for it, but before I could begin to apologise, she literally tackled me. The momentum forced me back, as she kissed me ferociously. As my back hit the wall, my hands went down and grabbing her ass, pushed her higher up my body. Amy got the idea and wrapped her legs around my waist, the whole time kissing me with so much force, I couldn’t help but think of nothing else.
Locked in our vertical embrace, I didn’t notice the bed in my way, and as the back of my knees connected with it, I fell back on the mattress, Amy sprawling on top of me. I found that gently biting her bottom lip made her even more enthusiastic, and abused it for all I could, until finally, she broke away to breathe.
Both of us were gasping like mad, and my heart was beating so hard that it was actually hurting me slightly. I hadn’t felt passion like this for a while, and combining that with Amy’s exuberance, it was like an old man who had been deaf all his life suddenly listening to… dubstep. Wearing headphones. At full volume. And the effect was good.
“Hell, Amy, I never felt anything like that for a long time” I sighed, with content.
She looked down at me, saying “It’s your own damn fault, we could have done this two months ago… but no, you had to make me wait.”
Grabbing her, I spun around, and moved so that we were lying lengthwise along the bed, me on top of her.
“Two months, eh? I guess I have to make it worth your while” I replied, and kissed her lips, before slowly moving down. Gently brushing my lips along her neck, enjoying her soft moans, I moved at a very slow pace, wanting to tease her. I placed kisses along the collarbone, while slowly moving her tank top up her body. Amy saw my intentions and pushed herself, lifting her arms to allow me to pull it away from her, revealing a dark-blue bra that I quickly unstrapped before tossing it aside. And it was then I finally had the answer to a question I had been wondering about since I first saw her. Definitely not fake.
Her breasts were perfect, I’m guessing a B size, but it stuck firmly out of her body, and it’s firmness… I gently placed my hands over them, and rubbing the nipples with my thumb, squeezed slightly, and hell, did it feel incredible!
Amy whimpered as I played with her nipples, tugging them slightly and watching how they stuck out. I was fascinated by her breasts and couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Grabbing her, I rolled her over so she was on top of me and aligned myself with her left nipple. Seeing the anticipation on her face, I did everything I could to prolong the inevitable, rubbing my hands along her back while brushing her nipples with my lips. I don’t even know why, but seeing Amy frustrated was a huge turn-on for me.
But of course, the human resolve can only be held to a limit, and when she literally tries to force the breast on my mouth, I guessed I had delayed it by enough, and gently licked her nipple. Amy shifted suddenly under my grasp, and continued to move while I attacked her nipple with my tongue. I gently bit her nipples a few times, before I latched onto a nipple and began to suck.
She must be an incredibly sensitive there, for she gave a great moan of pleasure before grabbing my head and pushed it further into her breast. For me, her nipple tasted just like any other part of the skin but the knowledge of what it was doing to her was giving me more satisfaction that I ever thought I could feel without physically wanking.
As this point, she pulled my head up to her and kissed me, forcing our tongues into a savage duel. I was feeling every part of her I could reach, before pushing me down, whispering “Please…”
I didn’t have to wait long to understand what she was asking me to do. As I kissed down her navel, the scent of her arousal caught my attention and with curiosity, I moved down and slowly removed her pyjama bottoms and panties, before freezing with surprise.
To say that she was ‘wet’ is a huge understatement, she was absolutely drenched. Jesus, this girl was horny. Tracing a line through her slit, I brushed her swollen lips, and heard her hiss with pleasure.
It’s been a long time since I last did this, but some things you don’t forget. Lowering my face to her pussy, I gently blew into it, teasing her, before running my tongue down her slit in one sweep, making her jerk violently. The taste of her juices was something that I could get used to, having an underlying sweetness to it, but I was still unsure about it, and so taking things very slow at first, gently laving her outer lips with my saliva, enjoying making her squirm as I hovered my thumb over her clit, brushing it slightly every now and then.
Amy’s increased moans turned me on even more, and when I finally couldn’t resist anymore and there was a chance of her physically hurting me in her frustration, I stuck my tongue and started licking every inch of her pussy, using the sounds she made to judge her sensitive spots. I avoided her clit, wanting to see if I could make her cum without using that, and so spent most of my time searching with my tongue, diving deep into her depths. Surprisingly, I found that the taste did get better and better the more I tasted it, and figured it was an acquired taste that can be picked up very quickly.
I worked her for as long as I could, and every now and then, she would jerk slightly with what I thought to be mini-orgasms until inevitably, I felt her moans increase in volume and pitch, her legs starting to tremble and her entire body starting to lock up. Knowing how close she was, I placed my mouth over her cunt and mercilessly attacked her clit, flicking my tongue against it rapidly.
Amy jerked up and gave a loud cry as her orgasm finally hit, as my mouth flooded with her juices. I did everything I could to sustain her orgasm for as long as possible, until finally, she collapsed back on the bed, and I drew back. Moving so I was lying next to her to her, I drew her in and embraced her while she got her breath back.
Gradually, she stopped shaking in my arms, and found enough strength to say, “That was…unexpected. I never expected for you to be that good.”
“Ah well, Jeanne was pretty wild in bed, and she pretty much gave me… very informative lessons about how to be better in bed.”
Amy fell silent, running a finger down my chest as if lost in thought. Nervous, but trying to hide it, I asked, “So what now?”
“I don’t want to leave halfway. I want to see this through to the end.”
“Are you a- well, have you had sex before?” I asked hesitantly, knowing how some girls get offended by the question.
“Once or twice, but they were pretty forgettable. But with you…”
I smiled, as Amy straddled me and grabbed my dick, the sudden contact causing me to moan. As she aligned the head with her cunt, I said, “Last chance, are you sure you want to do this?”
She gave a wry smile, and taking a deep breath, started pushing herself down. I felt the resistance build and build until suddenly, the head of my dick popped inside her. Amy hissed at the way it was stretching her cunt, a reaction that was shared by me, as she was very tight.
She looked so uncomfortable that I lifted myself up to pull away, but she forcefully pushed me back down.
“Just hold me for a while, please?”
Sighing, I held her against me; my arms wrapped around her as she gradually became more comfortable. As she forced herself down a bit further, her nipples were brought within range of my mouth and so, wanting to help her, I gently started to flick them with my tongue, at the same time, my right hand moving to rub her clit, the combination quickly bringing her to another orgasm, and her newly-lubricated cunt finally allowed my dick to fully sink into her.
We both groaned as we felt the head of my dick colliding with her cervix, and it took all strength to stay still, so Amy can adjust. Of course, the warmth and feel made that job near impossible and it seemed that my dick was getting harder every second, but as Amy’s lips found mine, all that seemed irrelevant. Surprisingly, I found this to be more than just sex, but…
Amy slowly started moving up and down, and every other thought in my head just vanished. I just sat back and enjoyed the sensations it caused. Her pace slowly increased, never lifting herself than a few centimetres. I pushed myself up and locking my arms around her waist, slowly started lifting her higher. Amy gave up and just allowed me to do it as she writhed in my arms. Her moans and whimpers only increased my desire to make her cum, and so, I altered the angle I was penetrating her every so often, watching her reactions, waiting for…
Amy suddenly wailed and her entire body shook as my cock brushed her G-spot, and abandoning all restraint, I flipped her over, gave her a quick kiss and pounded my dick into her.
I kind of lost focus then, the only things I could see was her face and eyes, as she started into me. The only thing I could hear was her screams of pleasure. The only thing we both knew was the feelings, and by god, was it good.
When I felt the pressure building up, I altered my angle so my dick was constantly rubbing against her clit, working her slowly, and when I felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm coming, I moved to her lips and pulling my cock out to the head, paused. As she stared at me with confusion, I rammed my dull length into her, kissing her so that she moaned in my mouth as her orgasm hit. The pulsing of her cunt was too much for me, and I found myself cumming right after her, filing her with my warm fluid. As we both come down from our orgasm, I fell away from her, causing a pop as my dick left her warm hole. Panting with exhaustion, sweat covering my body, I managed to force out the words, “We’re going to need a shower.”
“It can wait”, Amy replied with a smile, before lying on top of me, her head on my chest. As her breathing deepened, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling happier than I have for a while, before I fell into the arms of sleep too.
Amy spent the whole week in my house, as she was on holiday while I had a week off, so maybe fate/destiny/giant guy in the clouds was looking out for me and maybe someday, I’ll find the strength to write about what happened during that week.
But for now, I found myself at the end, having taken her to the local station, and waiting with her for the train. During our many discussions, we had agreed that she would stay with me during her holidays from now on, and that she could visit me any time she likes. Having the excess money from being a CEO, and despite her many objections, I finally convinced her to allow me to make a monthly deposit in her bank, as I figured it would be more use to her, especially with rent. We also talked about our relationship, and we weren’t dating, just caring and helping each other out mentally, physically and sexually. The kind of relationship that would be considered unwise in most cases, but with us, seems perfect.
As we heard the train coming, Amy gave me a very passionate kiss before she pulled away, saying “My next break is in two months, and trust me, look forward to it. I’ll have a few surprises for you”.
Knowing it would drive me mad if I pondered on it too long, I simply replied, “Good to know, I’ll see you then, and who knows, maybe I’ll have a few surprises as well.”
A final hug and meeting of lips, then she got on the train. A final wave as the train began to depart and then, she was gone. For now.
As I walked back to my car, I took my phone out and considered whether I should take the risk, if this was fair on her. For all I know, this could all blow up in my face if she doesn’t understand my relationship with Amy, but that’s the thing. We can’t tell the future. The only way to know is to take a leap of faith.
Dialling her number, I waited till I heard Sarah say, “Hi, David.”
“Hey, are you busy?” I asked.
“Not really, in fact quite bored. Why?”
“Well, I was just wondering… I wanted to ask…if you would like to go get a cup of coffee.”