Blow Me
Nikki Flynn
Cover Image By: Pixomar
Copyright 2011 by Nikki Flynn
Smashwords Edition
Getting Hard
I
could wax elegantly about how I met her but that’s not what you
want to read. You want to read what happened after I saw her with her
friends at a block party. Her name is Melanie Rogers and she is about
5’9, a tall skinny blonde with a nice C cup rack. The rest of the
girls in the group were paired off with a guy so I knew I could
approach her without infuriating some young punk. She was dressed in
a white halter-top and denim blue cutoff jean shorts and the sexiest
pair of sandal high heels. The heels accentuated her long, firm legs
and caused her butt to jut out just right. Her hair was done up in a
ponytail that held her wonderful below the shoulder mane in
place.
Now I’m 38 and divorced and knew I had to look like a
big perv approaching an 18 year old but I had an ‘In.’ I
overheard her saying she needed a job to get a car for when she went
off to college. I’m not exactly a neat freak but I thought I could
get her to come over to do some light housekeeping.
Nothing
happened that night or for over a week. She took my business card and
said she’d stop by if she were interested. She looked me over and I
think I might have passed her perv test but I couldn’t be sure. I
went home feeling pretty confident I would have some wonderful eye
candy spicing up my life and cleaning up my house.
A week
passed and Melanie showed up on the following Saturday morning. I let
her in and showed her around my place. She wore a pair of denim
overalls with a pink top and white tennis shoes. Her hair was in
pigtails with pink ribbons and she was wearing pink gloss lipstick.
She said she thought I had a great place and apologized for not
coming over earlier. She said she was enjoying her summer vacation
and wanted sometime to hang out with friends.
We talked about
what she knew how to do and she was perplexed. She frowned and said
she hadn’t really done much work before and that her mom and dad
never really gave her any chores. I decided to start her off easy
doing the dishes and after twenty minutes went in to look at what she
had done and found her playing with the bubbles. I had her read up my
study but had to stop her when I found her throwing out all my
important papers. She was trying hard but we were having a difficult
time finding something for her to do. I really wanted things to work
out as I enjoyed having her around and watching her tight young body
as she moved.
I had her go out back and weed my flower beds
and that didn’t work out very well either as she didn’t like
getting her hands dirty and didn’t have the strength to tear out
the weeds. I was sort of perturbed because she didn’t seem know how
to do anything and I wasn’t getting anything done. I did enjoy the
eyeful I was getting as I mowed my lawn and watched her bending over
towards me and away from me. She would catch me now and then and
smile shyly as she knew she wasn’t cut out for the work she was
trying to do.
About my third pass with the lawn mower I
noticed Melanie kneeling with her hands covering her face and
stopped. The mower chugged to a stop as I let off the gas and I moved
slowly over to her. She didn’t move from her spot on the ground so
I walked up to her and kneeled beside her and put my hand on her
shoulder. She felt my hand and looked up. Her face looked flush and
she frowned.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I searched her
face for any indication.
“I suck at this,” she said
bluntly with a frown and I think she thought she’d never make the
money for a car.
“Relax, let’s go inside and have
something cool to drink and you can catch your breath,” I said,
taking charge. She was right but I didn’t want her quitting on me.
She shook her head in agreement with my idea and walking
beside me she acted like it was a relief to get up and take a deep
breath. As we walked, I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to
comfort her. She was wearing cologne and it filled my nose. I didn’t
know the scent but liked it. I could feel the warmth from her body
and although she was tall and skinny, she appeared small to me and
fragile. I opened the door to the back of the house as we reached it
and let her in.
I had only a couple of cool options to drink
and fewer for her since I couldn’t offer her a beer or glass of
wine. I led her to the kitchen which was nice and cool because of the
tile floors and because it was near the back of the house and didn’t
get any direct daily sun. Melanie leaned against the kitchen cabinets
as I went to the refrigerator. She didn’t speak and I was feeling
guilty for checking her out when she seemed to be upset.
I
handed her a cold glass of lemonade after I poured it and she took
it. Her hands were shaking a little but she took a big gulp of the
liquid and let out a sigh. I grabbed a cold beer from the
refrigerator and popped off the top. It tasted great and I realized
that I had worked up quite a sweat in the afternoon sun.
Melanie
blushed now and she spoke, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came
over me out there.” She looked at me and nervously looked away. “I
didn’t tell you but I broke up with my boyfriend this week and I
guess I’m not over it,” she revealed. She looked at me and sipped
some more of the yellow liquid.
“I’m sorry to hear that,”
I told her. Melanie was striking as sweat glistened on her forehead,
cheeks, and arms. “It’s hot today and you needed a break anyway,”
I added, trying to keep the mood light.
“I thought if I came
over and worked for you, I could forget him but I keep thinking of
him,” she said and wiped her left forearm across her forehead,
wiping away sweat but leaving a light brown smear. Her forearm had
got dirt on it from pulling weeds and now she had transferred it to
her head.
“It’ll take time,” I told her and added that
even though I got divorced for all the right reasons, I still thought
about my ex.
“Really?” she said.
“Yeah, from time
to time and especially when I’m lonely,” I stated.
“Aw,”
Melanie said and looked hard at me. She was sympathetic and
frowned.
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t think about my ex
that much really especially not with Melanie in my kitchen. I smiled
and asked her, “Why’d you break up?” I thought I that might be
too forward and added, “If you don’t mind me asking?.”
“Oh
no,” she said and I could tell she wanted to talk about it. “He
wanted to see other girls,” she said with a frown.
“What?
He must be fucking nuts!” I said and laughing, amended my speech,
“He must be crazy!”
Melanie giggled and a smile came
across her face that I’m sure will break a thousands hearts in her
lifetime. “Yeah,” she said with a laugh. She looked at me and I
felt she was gauging me for something. She must have thought I passed
her test because she said, “He says I didn’t put out so he wanted
to get a girlfriend who did.” Her eyes searched mine and I think
she felt weird telling me this and didn’t know what I would
think.
“Aw,” I said, as it was my turn to be sympathetic.
I frowned and started to tell her I commended her for being so
virtuous.
She stopped me mid-sentence and I couldn’t
believe what I was hearing, ‘Its not that, I’m not old-fashioned
or anything like that, I wanted to have sex with him but I just don’t
know what to do and he was always grabbing me and trying to get me to
touch his thing.”
“His cock,” I playfully corrected her
and she smiled.
“I know what a ‘Cock’ is,” she
giggled.
I raised me eyebrows and looked at her
incredulously, “What I thought all the kids today knew everything.”
Melanie smiled and nervously wiggled her ass against my counter. She
sipped her lemonade and looked down at the floor.
I didn’t
want her to change the subject so I spoke, “Well your boyfriend
lost out, because the best sex is the kind that comes from exploring
and learning what your partner likes.” Melanie looked at me like
what I said made a hell of a lot of sense. I moved across the room,
choosing my words carefully.
“For instance, you said he was
always grabbing you,” I said and watched her eyes as she listened.
“To me that tells me he was too rough and never found out how you
like to be touched,” I told her and her head bobbed in agreement.
She bit her lower lip and watched me advance towards her.
“How
did he grab you?” I asked and she giggled and grabbed her breasts
in both hands roughly. We shared a laugh as she felt self-conscious.
She smiled and took her right hand and grabbed herself between her
legs. Our laugh grew louder and she almost spilled her lemonade.
“I
didn’t mean ‘Where did he grab you’,” I said, “I mean how
hard to he grab you?” Melanie blushed as she thought her display
seemed silly now. I liked her frankness and thought her boyfriend had
to the village idiot for passing up on this hot little number.
“Grab
my forearm,” I told her, “like you would want to be touched.” I
offered her my forearm and waited for her to show me.
Melanie
thought for a second and reached forward and lightly touched my arm.
She stopped and I nodded for her to continue. She stroked my arm
gently and I was getting hard just from her touch and her warmth. I
urged her to continue and she did for a minute or two, running her
fingers across my skin and muscle. Her eyes locked on mine and she
giggled, as she felt weird.
I stopped her when I felt she was
ready to go on to the next step. I took her right forearm and pulled
it up between us. Using my fingertips and hand, I gently massaged her
forearm and she giggled and tried to compose herself. She had goose
bumps on her arms and she wiggled when she had a chill run up her
spine. I smiled at her and using my other hand waved for her to spin
around. She wasn’t sure what I meant and as she turned she watched
my face for an explanation.
When her back was turned to me, I
gently touched the back of her neck and she moaned. She dropped her
head forward and exposed more of her neck. I gently rubbed soft
circles on her neck and felt her body relax in font of me.
“Now
isn’t that better than having your boyfriend just grab you?” I
stated the obvious. Melanie nodded her head and didn’t speak. I
leaned to beside her so I could see her face and could see her eyes
were closed. She was concentrating on the feelings and I could tell
she was enjoying herself. Not wanting to stop but not wanting to go
too far, I said, “We can stop anytime you want.” I waited for her
to say something but she didn’t.
I gently massaged her neck
and her shoulders. She had slender shoulders and her skin felt soft
to the touch. I worked her muscles in my fingers and I could feel her
body melt in my hands. I moved lower on her shoulders and came to her
overall straps. I slid them outward so I massage beneath them and
Melanie made no move to stop me. I heard her moan as I touched a
tight spot in her muscles.
“How does that feel?” I asked,
wanting to see how comfortable she was with me proceeding.
She
didn’t speak for a second and I asked again. She laughed as she
realized I had to ask her twice and said, “I’m sorry, I’m
enjoying it so much I didn’t want you to stop.” She leaned over
the counter a little further and her ass pushed back at me. I looked
down and could see down in the sides of her overalls and she was
wearing a thong with the straps that tie at the hip.
I kneaded
her muscles some more and asked her if she had ever had a massage
before. She said yes but only from girlfriends when they were just
hanging out and they couldn’t massage her as deeply as I was doing
it. It was my cue to move on and massage her even harder as she was
enjoying the deep muscle rub. I took a risky move and stepped closer
to her from behind and taking my right thigh brought it up between
her legs. Melanie didn’t say a word and if anything she leaned
further against the counter and back against me.
Seeing this
embolden me to ask her to undo her overall straps so I could rub her
back. I tried to be cool when I asked not to scare her and still
sounded like a perv. I waited for an agonizing moment but was
relieved when she brought her hands up in front of her and crossed
them to unsnap the clasps. Her overalls didn’t slide off her but
instead hung to her shirt so I was forced to fold down the back.
Melanie didn’t protest but did reach her hands down on either side
of her to keep her overalls from falling down off her hips. With her
hands there I was free to run my hands on her back and shoulders. I
grabbed her shoulders roughly and rubbed my thumbs into her muscles
there.
Melanie moaned and her chest and belly leaned on the
counter finally and she rested there. I now had this beautiful blonde
bent over my kitchen counter, clinging to her overalls so they didn’t
fall off her. Her ass was pushing back at me and my right thigh was
rubbing between her ass cheeks. I don’t know what effect it was
having on her but my cock was rock hard and wanted to replace my
thigh.
My hands moved down her back and pushing down I was
able to pop her back in about five different spaces. Each time
Melanie’s back popped and cracked she ooh’d and ahh’d. I ran my
hand across her pink cloth top and massaged her middle and lower
back. As I got to her lower back just above her ass, I could feel
Melanie tighten up and I wondered if she going to make me stop. I
moved lower and rubbed my hands on the top of her ass cheeks.
Melanie didn’t move but adjusted her hold on her overalls
at her hips and moaned as my hands massaged the flesh on her upper
rump. She had been quiet throughout most of the process but spoke up
now as I slid my hands lower and stuck my fingers under the denim
fabric to knead her ass cheeks.
“Ooh that feels so good,”
she said, startling me as she broke the silence. “My lower back has
been bugging me for awhile,” she added.
I increased the
pressure on her lower back and was more brazen in my attempt to get
my hands lower on her ass. My hands slid between her overalls and her
ass and I squeezed her ass cheeks in each hand.
“Oh god
that feels good, it tickles a little but feels good at the same
time,” Melanie moaned as she glanced to the side and tried to look
back at me. I smiled at her and stepping back from her, I reached to
either side of her and took her hands in mine. Without much prying, I
got her to release her grip on the side of her overalls and they fell
to the tile floor. I looked at her and winked to let her know I was
impressed with her backside.
Melanie has a slim waist and a
tight ass and her thong fit snugly where it was suppose to cover. I
turned my hands so my fingers faced upward and squeezed her cheeks
again. Massaging them in a circle, I alternated between spreading her
crack and pressing it together. Melanie moaned and then giggled. I
wasn’t getting any signal not to press on so I didn’t hold back
and told her to step out of her overalls so she could spread her
legs. Using her hands on the counter to brace herself, she lifted her
right leg and stepped it out of her pant leg. She did the same with
the left leg until her feet were free to spread her legs.
Bending
down, I crotched behind her and looked at her lovely ass and the
sweet pouch between her legs. I slid my hands down her ass cheeks so
that they grabbed her upper thighs and massaged her muscles there.
Melanie didn’t move but I could tell she was wondering what my next
move was. Enjoying the view but getting harder by the second I
decided to go for broke and brought my mouth up to her thong covered
pussy lips and gummed her through the soft fabric.
‘Oh my
god,” Melanie said out loud and I was glad no one else could hear
her loud verbalization. She didn’t move to stop me but instead
lowered herself towards my mouth. I didn’t hesitate to suck on her
lips through the thong material once she began to moan her approval,
“Oh yes, Ooooooh, Yesssss,” she moaned through clenched teeth and
breathed short, rapid breaths.
Using my hands I massaged her
upper thighs and ass cheeks while I mouthed her thong covered pussy.
I used my hands to provide better access and to increase her
pleasure. My mouth wet her thong but I could tell it was getting wet
from within. Expertly using my tongue, I pushed aside her thong and
my mouth came in contact with her honey pot. The moment my tongue
stuck its way between her lips, Melanie began to moan loudly and
wiggle her ass.
‘Oh my god,” she groaned as she held the
counter top and slowly pushed back against my mouth and tongue. I
licked along her slit and worked my way to her hood. She knew what
was coming and her hips rolled backward in order to give me better
access. Her moans continued and I knew I had a loud moaner on my
hands.
Taking my fingers I pulled down on the fabric between
her legs. It gave some resistance but snapped free at her hips and
fell to the ground. Looking between her legs now I gazed up at her
beautiful pussy and asshole. She was clean-shaven and I could tell
she had done it recently as I didn’t notice any stubble. Taking my
fingers I spread her ass cheeks and peered at her tight sphincter.
She had shaven it too and I found that erotic and my cock throbbed in
my shorts.
“Do you like to masturbate?” I asked her now,
throwing all caution to the wind. If Melanie was going to balk she
would have already.
She giggled at the question and murmured a
shy, “Why?” She turned slightly to peer down at me and smiled.
I
playfully smacked her on the ass and didn’t relent, “Do
You?”
She giggled and gave in and shyly admitted,
“Yes”
“All the time?” I pried, I studied her face and
I could tell that although I had slowly seduced her, she probably had
wanted this to happen.
“Sometimes,” she answered and her
hand came up to her mouth as she tried to stifle a laugh.
“How
often?” I asked and slowly inserted my middle finger in her
pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as her mind dealt with the
finger and she stopped her answer.
“How often?” I asked
again and added my index finger to her quim. She bit her lower lip
and murmured something inaudible.
“Ahhhhh,” she groaned as
she twitched on my digits. She tried to answer but stopped as I moved
my fingers in and out of her twat. She giggled and let out a guttural
moan as she came quickly on my hand with my two fingers buried in her
up to my hand. “Oh god, oh god,” she moaned as she wiggled her
ass on my fingers. Her hands held the counter to steady herself and
she peered over her shoulder at me with glazed eyes.
‘Hmmm?”
I pried as my fingers slipped from her pussy and rubbed her engorged
lips. She smiled and swung her head back and forth as she enjoyed my
petting. I didn’t get the answer quick enough so I smacked her on
the ass again.
“Ooooh,” she cried out and I could tell she
was now withholding the information from me as a game.
I
stood up and leaned over the counter behind her. Melanie laughed as
she felt my body push on hers. My chest lay heavily on her back and
pushed her down towards the counter top. I bit her on the neck
playfully and she jumped and wiggled. She was enjoying our little
game and I grabbed her around the waist and shoulders.
“Ooh,”
she uttered and playfully tried to wiggle free. She was pretty strong
for being so long and slender but I held her tightly. Being naked
from the waist down made her vulnerable to me and as she tried to
fight free. Taking my right hand, I brought it down between her legs
and cupped her pussy and mound. My left arm stayed around her chest
and kept her from climbing away from me over the counter top.
Melanie brought both hands down on my right hand and she
didn’t try to pry it off but instead held it there and pushed her
hips back into me. She ooh’ed again and turned her head to the side
where my face was and tried to kiss me. I kissed her back and our
tongues met. Using my left hand, I pulled her pink top up and grabbed
her right breast. The girl who didn’t like being pawed by her
ex-boyfriend was tangoing with me in my kitchen. I swung her around
slowly until we were facing each other and her hands went for my
shirt and she pulled it up. Seeing how tight and slender her young
body was, I was glad still worked out two hours a morning.
Her hands rubbed my chest as our
mouths and tongues stayed locked together. I reached behind her and
took her two butt cheeks in my hand and groped them. Melanie moaned
in my mouth and I picked her up and she swung her hips around my
waist and allowed me to carry her.
I knew my own kitchen quite
well and as we continued to kiss, I carried her off to my living
room. I knew to go through my left doorway to the hallway on the
right side of the house, rather than the right doorway that passed by
the open window that faced Mrs. MacGillicutty’s house. The old
bitty would see us passing the window for sure and I’d be kicked
out of the neighborhood or worse for banging one of their young
ladies. As we got to the living room I maneuvered the two of us to
the back of the couch and set Melanie down on it. She broke our kiss
long enough to see where she was sitting and she giggled. Looking at
her hot little body and cute little face, I became overcome with lust
and pushed her over onto her back. She giggled and laughed as she
found herself in a compromising position. She was resting on her
shoulders and back with her long legs and ass hanging in the air
above her.
I took my two hands and spread her already splayed
legs wider and gazed at her open pussy and puckered bunghole. Smiling
down at her, I buried my face in her quim and licked, sucked, bit,
and eat to my hearts delight. Melanie was beside herself as she
enjoyed my mouth on her clit, and pussy lips. She struggled to stay
on the couch as she wiggled her ass in my face. Her two hands came up
and grabbed my head and pulled my hair. She groaned as she pulled my
head down to her pussy. “Oh yeah, eat it, eat it,” she cursed as
she had one of her many orgasms.
I laughed at her
forcefulness and the vibration on her clit made her moan harder.
Seeing this I decided to up the ante and took her tender little clit
between my lips and hum “Little Girls” by Oingo Boingo. Melanie
was so over the top by now that she shook and I felt her hips trying
to buck my face. This only drove me on and reaching down I slid my
hand into her pink top and I took her left nipple in between my thumb
and index finger and tweaked it. I had neglected her beautiful rack
but made a mental note to be sure to play with them later.
“Oh
fuck, oh fuck,” Melanie groaned as she twitched her little honey
pot into my face.
Our tender moment together was interrupted
by light rapping on my front door. I heard it first and as I raised
my head from Melanie’s tasty snatch, her eyes locked on mine and we
stayed deathly quiet and still. I stood up and taking her hips pushed
her over on her side on the couch. She was suddenly conscious of her
nakedness and her left hand went across her chest while her right
hand covered her moist pussy.
I put one of my fingers to my
lips to warn her to shhh. She smiled but I could tell she was a
little worried. I moved to the front of the house and glanced out the
side window beside the front door half expecting Melanie’s parents
with the police. I was relieved to see a young boy of seven or eight.
I opened the door and said ‘hello’.
The young guy ran past
me uttering a hurried ‘hi.’ He was looking everywhere as he hit
the hallway that lead back to my living room where the naked Melanie
was laid out on my couch. I had a panic attack as I thought he would
discover her and his mom would kill me for exposing him to a nude
woman. It didn’t dawn on me that it was Melanie’s little brother
and I could be crucified for what he was about to discover. I
followed him quickly trying to slow him down. I knew I couldn’t
touch him but I couldn’t allow him to find Melanie bare ass in my
living room.
“Hey little fellow,” I said as I tried to
catch up to him but he didn’t listen and worse than that went right
into my living room. I gulped hard as I followed him in and expected
the worse but was amazed to find Melanie gone and the young tike
continuing to search my house for her. He bolted through the door to
the kitchen and as I followed I could hear him shouting at her as he
found her. My mind whirled, as I was sure he had found her naked in
my kitchen.
I entered the room ready to make the little guy a
deal if he didn’t say anything about what he found here. I was
dumbfounded to find Melanie at the sink washing my dishes in the
sink. She had on her clothes and she looked as natural as could be
washing a plate and talking with the young boy.
“Mom says
she wants you home,” the boy scolded her and looked at her hard. He
turned when he saw me and smiled. He looked back at Melanie as if she
was his charge and he was her prison guard.
“Tell mom, I’m
not done yet and I will be home as soon as I am,” she told her
little brother and looked at me. I could tell she was annoyed and she
had this little guy to bust her chops all the time.
The little
guy turned and looked at me and let out an exasperated sigh. I smiled
at him and stood back. He shook his head and walked past me, down the
hall and out my front door. He was careful to close it and I saw him
jart off in the direction of his house. I turned back to Melanie and
she was on me like spots on a leopard. I heard her say something
about ‘Where were we?’ before she tried to shove her tongue down
my throat. She climbed up my body with a quick leap and wrapped her
legs around me. Her arms wrapped around me and she nearly toppled me
to the floor. I caught my balance and putting my hands under her ass,
moved us back into the living room. I dropped her long, leggy body on
the couch and she laid back and smiled up at me.
“Is he
coming back?” I asked and smiled.
Melanie stretched out her
arms and spread her legs and smirked, “Probably”.
I
laughed and went to the front door and locked it. I looked through
the side window to make sure he couldn’t see into the living room
and see us on the couch.
I went back to the couch and Melanie
had sat up and was playing with my remote. She had undone the straps
on her overalls again and they hung at her waist. She was thong-less
and I laughed because she probably couldn’t find them in the rush
to get dressed.
“What happened to your thong?” I asked as
I sat down next to her.
Melanie glanced down at herself and
uttered an’Oops’. She giggled and playfully covered up. “I
couldn’t find them and when I did I just shoved them in the
dishwater,” she said. She looked over at me as I watched her and I
think she felt a little self-conscious as I studied her. She put down
the remote having found a music channel and leaned over to me. Her
mouth sought mine and I kissed her. Her arms came up and she felt my
chest.
Our tongues slithered around each other and I could
tell Melanie was turned on by the taste of her own juices as she
pressed her mouth to mine. I reached my left arm around her shoulder
and pulled her to me. I think the feeling of being manhandled turned
Melanie on as she moaned in my mouth and I could tell she was trying
to suppress a giggle. I brought my right hand to her chest and I
cupped her left breast and felt its warmth and size. Melanie had a
beautiful body but her chest and slender body were the first things
you noticed. As I played with her chest my fingers pulled down on the
fabric of her pink top and freed her tits. The cool air made Melanie
coo as she brought her two arms to her sides and she pushed her tits
forward.
Our mouths broke and I looked down at her beautiful
breasts and Melanie giggled as she watched me ogle them. I smiled at
her and winked and she bit her lower lip.
‘”Do you like
them?” Melanie asked. I didn’t answer because she knew better
than that. Ever since she had grown up, they had been her calling
card. Boys her age to men two to four times her age had ogled them as
they watched her walk past them in school, on the street, or in a
mall. She loved the attention she got from them and especially liked
the gleam she found in her new employer’s eyes. He had gone down on
her and given her her very first orgasm with someone. She had plenty
with her right hand and some with the new jet spray showerhead her
dad had put on their shower.
Melanie had her first orgasm
long before she knew what an orgasm or masturbation was. Several
years back, she had been watching a movie with Freddie Prinz Jr. in
it and she had been hugging her pillow. As she watched, the pillow
made it into her lap and as she pressed it between her legs she
thought it felt funny. She didn’t know what she was feeling and she
was so naïve that she didn’t even close the door to her room.
Rubbing it between her legs became kneeling over the pillow and
rocking back and forth until she rubbed herself delirious. In order
to increase the pressure and pleasure, she stood the pillow on its
side and doubled it over. When she rode it, the tingling was so much
greater and she felt her heartbeat in her throat and her legs
couldn’t splay wide enough and she couldn’t force herself down
hard enough until she lost all control and came for the first time.
She wasn’t aware of herself and her panting and as she came
she moaned and slipped off the pillow. She felt all creamy inside and
her legs twitched and her young pussy became wet inside and outside.
She lay down and watched TV on her side, enjoying the new sensation
she had discovered. It was then that she had noticed her dad looking
in on her. He got embarrassed when she caught him peeking in. He
smiled and tried to act nonchalant to cover his uneasiness and
finally walked away with a terrific hard-on as he muttered something
about her needing to close her door when she was going to do
that.
Melanie remembered that moment like it was yesterday and
though she learned to close her door; she got a thrill thinking some
older man might be lingering outside her door or window while she
pleasured herself. She threw away Freddie Prinz as the object of her
desire, hoping to catch an older man’s, like her dad, attention.
Her dad was always rather standoffish since that day but she caught
him checking her out from time to time. She drew great pleasure from
wearing suggestive clothing and occasionally hiking up her top or her
skirt when she knew he would be watching her. The new guy on her
block was a wonderful substitute for her dad and he was as naughty as
she hoped her dad would be with her. She let him play with her chest
now as they sat in his living room. Her pussy felt all creamy inside
like her first time with her pillow and left her wanting more, so
much more. “Man, they are beautiful,” I complimented her on them.
I pulled her top clear of them and they hung deliciously on my palm
and forearm. I leaned forward and kissed her again and she sunk into
me again. I kneaded her young breast and enjoyed the feeling of her
cool, soft flesh in my hand. Allowing her right one to fall threw my
hand, I caught her nipple in my fingers and tweaked it. Melanie
moaned in my mouth again and her hands and arms hugged me to
her.
“Have you ever had a guy slide his cock between your
tits,” I asked crudely. I was so turned by this young girl’s hot
little body and the way she was kissing and hugging back told me I
could push on.
“Hunh?” Melanie asked with all the
innocence in the world. She looked at me for explanation and
smiled.
“Wow,” I uttered as I was discovering just how
young and naïve she was. I kissed her hard again and we frenched,
Turning slightly toward her, I turned her shoulder in so we were
facing each other a little more. I broke my kiss and stared into her
eyes. She smiled shyly and giggled.
“You ever touch a guy’s
cock?” I asked her and watched her eyes for her answer.
Melanie
giggled and brought her hand off my chest and threw her head back.
Her blonde hair swung in her ponytails. She tried to look cool, but I
could tell she was nervous. She nodded a ‘yes’ but it was a
tentative ‘yes’. I wondered if it was because she was nervous
about my cock and me or she had never touched a cock.
“Really?”
I asked to try and ascertain her true answer.
“Yeah,” her
voice broke and she added, “My boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend used to
pull out it out when we were out on a date or sitting on his parent’s
couch with me and have me play with it.” She smiled nervously and
giggled as she told her story.
“Really? Where were his
parents?” I said as I pictured the lucky pervert sitting watching
TV as he got her to tug on his hard-on.
“Oh No, this was
after school, they were both working,” she said in an almost
serious, instructional tone. She glanced down at my lap and I could
tell she was gauging my hard-on.
“Did you?” I asked,
enjoying this wonderful little question and answer period.
Melanie
rolled her eyes and laughed, “oh yeah.” From her tone and body
gesture, she did it quite often. Her perverted little boyfriend must
have gotten himself worked up around her all the time. My mind drew
images of her sitting jacking him off as he watched TV.
“Did
you like it?” I asked and smiled.
Melanie giggled at the
question and her hands fell to her lap and she rubbed her palms up
and down her thighs nervously. She paused and answered, “It was
alright, but some times my hand would get tired.” Melanie giggled
as she finished and thought about her ex-boyfriend.
“Wow,”
I said and smiled at her. I was sitting across from a beautiful young
nymphet listening to her sexual exploits. My excitement was almost
too much to bear but I wanted to know more. Her young breasts hung
free and I reached forward and cupped them both and kneaded them as I
kissed her again. Her mouth was so alive and responsive.
“Did
you stop?” I asked her as I broke our kiss.
She giggled at
my question, I think she was amused at my interest in her sexual
lifestyle. She shook her head and said with a laugh, “He told me to
use my other hand.”
We both shared a laugh and I kissed her
again. “So you swapped hands until he was done?’
“Well
yeah,” she started and hesitated to find the right words.
“Well
yeah what?” I asked as her pause grew. I think she didn’t know
how much farther to go.
“I kept doing it until he came,”
she answered with a shy smile. She swung her head and licked her lips
and I could tell our little talk was affecting her just as much and
she was equally antsy.
“Can you show me how you did it?” I
asked and looked down at my lap. She got the hint and shook her head
yes. Her hands came forward but she hesitated.
“He usually
had it out already,” she stated as she noticed I hadn’t moved to
undo my pants and take my cock out.
“You can take it out,”
I said and smiled at her. I moved a little on the couch so that when
she took my pants down she could get them all the way off.
“Oh
ho ho,” Melanie laughed and wiggled her ass forward on the couch so
she was right beside my legs. Her hands moved to the front of my
pants and she undid the button. She found the zipper and pulling up
at the top of my pants, she pulled the zipper down. The sound of my
zipper and the feeling of her small, deft hands playing in my lap had
me throbbing. As I sat there and watched me, Melanie looked at my lap
and what she was doing and back at me. She smirked as she did it and
she reminded me of a woman opening a present she had waited her whole
life for. When my zipper hit the bottom, I pushed my hips upward so
she could wiggle my pants off my ass and down my thighs. I had boxers
on underneath and my bulge stood prominently out for her to see.
“Oh
ho ho,” she giggled louder this time as she admired the tent my
cock was making in my boxer shorts. She tore my pants down over my
thighs and brought them to my knees. She sat back as I chose to help
her get my pants complete off. I tossed them onto my lounger and sat
back.
“My my my, what do we have here?” Melanie kidded as
she stared at my bulge. She leaned down and looked at my bulge from
the side and was impressed by the way it stood out in my lap. I
laughed as she joked with me. She had a wonderfully perverted sense
of humor that I was just starting to realize.
Her hands
playfully rose above my boxers and she delicately tried to unbutton
the button on the front of them. She had trouble undoing the button
as I had on a new pair and finally she had to wrestle it open. She
played that up to and now peeked in the open slit of my drawers. She
pulled the slit open and the bend in my shaft appeared. The head of
my cock was pushing into the band of my shorts so she was looking at
the middle of my shaft.
“Wow,” she giggled and pulled
harder on the one side of the slit and more of my cock became
visible. “Wow, what a big cock you have mister,” she mocked and
looked at me with a smile.
All I could do was laugh, I’m
not that big, 7 inches hard but I’m pretty thick. I could tell
though that I probably had never been bigger or harder than I was
right then. Eating Melanie out and all this sex talk had me ready to
burst.
Reaching for the waistband of my boxers, Melanie
attempted to help me take them off. I had to pull the front of my
shorts out from my body to keep from having my cock bent downward and
away from my body. It sprang out as she pulled them free of my waist
and stood straight up in my lap. Melanie stopped after pulling my
boxers off my legs to look at it again. She smiled at me and brought
her hands up to it. She hesitated and then took my cock by my shaft
in her right hand. She didn’t begin stroking it but instead
squeezed it to gauge its hardness and pliability. I laughed as she
examined it and stared at it in amazement.
“What?” I asked
as she held me in her right hand as her left hand cupped my
balls.
“Its much bigger then my boyfriends’” she said
and giggled. Her hand squeezed my shaft tightly and pre-cum seeped
from the little slit on top. Her hand felt wonderful but I almost
began to buck my hips in order to get her hand moving.
“Really?
Is it the biggest one you have ever seen?” I implored. Melanie’s
left hand came off my balls and she took her index finger and rubbed
the pre-cum around the head. The sensation and sight of this little
knockout holding my cock almost made me moan.
“Yeah,”
Melanie said almost incredulously. She switched her right hand with
her left hand and she began to stroke my cock up and down. The
feeling was incredible and I sunk back into the couch. I wanted
quicker, faster, and harder but I wanted to enjoy this moment as long
as it lasted. I wanted to see Melanie play with my cock her way
before asking her to do it my way. I wanted to see what her boyfriend
or boyfriends had taught her and what she would try on me first.
“I’ve seen huge ones in movies and stuff, but this is the biggest
I’ve touched,” she intimated. The sight of Melanie staring at my
cock as she gently stroked it was priceless.
“How many
cocks have you touched?” I asked as I brought my left hand up to
rub the back of her neck.
Melanie’s eyes looked to the
ceiling of my living room and she thought. I almost laughed as I
figured if she had to think about it, it must have been quite a few.
She smiled and said, “ Seven, no eight.”
I raised my
eyebrows as I thought of the eight lucky guys who had enjoyed her
wonderful hands.
“No, make that nine,” she qualified with
a giggle
“Wow, a whole baseball team,” I joked. My right
hand came up and I covered her left hand. Moving my hand up and down,
I sped up her hand on my shaft.
“No,” Melanie asserted,
missing my joke and thinking I really thought she had jacked off a
baseball team. She laughed at my joke and shook her head. “I get it
nine, nine guys on a baseball team,” she quipped and picked up the
pace on my shaft to match my hand.
“Nine, so who was your
first?” I asked, intrigued about the details.
“Johnny
Guest,” Melanie said, with a matter of fact tone. She seemed to
think about it and told me how they were an item for a while and at
one of the dances their school held, Johnny tried to get her to blow
him. She resisted and finally she agreed to give him a hand job. She
laughed that Johnny came after only two or three strokes. She said
she really liked him but after that she felt he was only after her
for one thing. She giggled at the notion and smiled. I think she had
come to learn all guys were after one thing.