Baby Sitting

I was an industrious and dedicated student and spent most nights of my last year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding microwave dinners and chocolate to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off. 

It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me – I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my provisional license. 

It was late February when Mr. Jameson called the first time. I gave my phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.

“Hello?”

“My name is Jeff Jameson. I’m looking for Rachel,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.

“You’ve reached her,” I said. 

“Oh, hi Rachel. I’m a friend of the Richards, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”

I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”

“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything…”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”

“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Ryan, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late." 

"Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.

Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Jameson’s, but decided against it – three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favourite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it – not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.

I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties – not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.

I didn’t know about Mr. Jameson, though. The Richards were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Jameson might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my perky breasts, small but fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.

My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighbourhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.

The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled. 

“Mr. Jameson?” I asked.

“Yeah, you must be Rachel?”

I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Jameson led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.

“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Jameson said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling. 

“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed. 

My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Jameson turned and lifted the boy. 

“This is Ryan,” he said. Ryan looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.

“Hi Ryan,” I said. “I’m Rachel. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”

“Say hi, Ryan,” Mr. Jameson said, nudging the little boy.

“Hi,” Ryan said quietly. 

Mr. Jameson put him down and Ryan ran back into the other room. 

“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Ryan?”

“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Ryan looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch. 

“Do you want to play?” he asked softly.

By the time Mr. Jameson poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Ryan and I were playing cars. Ryan hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.

He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Ryan told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Ryan knew about it – especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. 

It was probably a bad decision on my part – the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Jameson had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.

After Ryan was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Jameson had on the coffee table, checking on Ryan every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.

I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Jameson entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.

I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realise I had fallen asleep.”

He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Ryan wear you out?”

I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Jameson said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”

I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about… about his mom… and I just…”

Mr. Jameson smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. “I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Jameson. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since… well… she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”

I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”

He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”

I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”

“Well, thanks. It really helped.”

I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”

“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.

I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialling my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.

“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”

I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”

“That explains why you didn’t answer your phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Rachel, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”

“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.

“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”

I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Jameson was still sitting on the couch.

“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”

“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialled. 

The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up. 

“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”

I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Jameson. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.

He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Ryan.”

I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”

I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Jameson’s.

“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Jameson make breakfast tomorrow.”

I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Jameson. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”

I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Ryan’s. Mr. Jameson came out as I was walking towards it. 

“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”

“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”

He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things… I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”

I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Jameson quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall. 

We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Jameson referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. 

He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.

I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”

He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.

I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by colour. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it. 

There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Jameson had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Jameson, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.

“Mommy?" 

I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Ryan’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.

"No, Rachel. Remember me, Ryan?” I asked softly. 

His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Jameson came out of the ensuite.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked. 

“Want Mommy!” Ryan shouted, then began to wail.

Mr. Jameson glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”

I watched as Mr. Jameson picked Ryan up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.

I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Jameson’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my breasts with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be – they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone. 

I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.

“Rachel?” I heard Mr. Jameson call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Jameson standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”

I blushed. “Ermm… sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realise… well, it’s just that… I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”

He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”

I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Jameson wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.

When I stepped into the room, Mr. Jameson’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.

Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Jameson, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Jameson stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.

“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No… it’s fine…” I couldn’t help but grin as his voice cracked a bit more and he held his hand out. “Your toothbrush?” he offered, still not looking at me.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I walked towards him, swaying my hips a lot more than I usually would. I grinned as I stepped closer than I needed to, letting my fingers brush against his as I gently pulled the toothbrush from his hand. He was staring hard at the carpet, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly.

“Thanks,” I said softly. “Is Ryan okay?”

He nodded. “Just misses his mom sometimes,” he said, still staring at the floor. “He should sleep through the rest of the night though. Usually only wakes up the one time.”

I smiled, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Jameson’s gaze shifted. Only slightly, but I knew his eyes were back on my tits.

“You can touch if you want,” I whispered. 

I nearly expected him to back away from me, the way his eyes shot up and looked at me. I looked back at him, still smiling.

He reached out tentatively and put his hands on my hips, looking nervously into my eyes. I bit my lip softly and stepped forward, nearly pressing against Mr. Jameson. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders.

“This is wrong…” he muttered, pulling me a bit closer and pressing me against the hard bulge in his pants.

I grinned at him again. “It’s okay if I want to, too,” I whispered.

“You’re the babysitter. You… I just met you…”

“We both want it…”

“You’re so young…” he continued, nearly pulling back. 

I laughed. “You seem to be enjoying it so far,” I teased, rolling my hips a bit, rubbing against him.

He groaned and roughly pulled my hips, pushing me against him before he stooped down a bit and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, my hands resting loosely around his neck. I ran my tongue along his lip and he groaned again, his hands trailing around from my hips to my ass, rubbing up along my back and shoulders, and then finally cupping my breasts. I moaned softly against his mouth, biting down softly on his lip.

“I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door,” he said gruffly, his lips suddenly on my neck as he fondled my breasts. My nipples hardened under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against me. “I thought about you my entire meeting. Jerked off in the bathroom before I drove home.”

I moaned when he said that, my hands trailing down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groaned and pressed into my hands. He was sucking on my neck, one hand on my breast and the other rubbing up and down my hip and stomach. I tilted my head back, moaning as he touched me.

Without warning, he put his hands on the back of my thighs and nudged my legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifted me off the ground. I squealed, shocked, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he turned, carried me over to the bed, and gently set me down on the edge, his lips pressed against mine the entire time. 

He pulled away from me gently, grinning for a moment before he went to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. I grinned at him as he turned back to me, leaning back on my arms and spreading my legs a bit. 

“Fuck,” he said, looking at me. I giggled and he walked back, sitting next to me on the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Each time his lips touched mine I felt a tiny shock shoot through my body, nearly leaving me short of breath. I let one leg rest across his lap, and he ran his hand up my soft, smooth leg. I shivered as he touched me, his hands leaving a trail of goose pimples behind them as I felt what seemed like surges of electricity run through my body.

His hand trailed up my leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of my stomach, and finally stopped on my breast, overtop the pink tank top. My nipples were already hard, and he pinched the left one lightly through my top. I gasped when he did and he kissed me harder. 

My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and each time he rolled one between his fingers, my clit throbbed. I moaned against his mouth and he reached up with his other hand, cupping my other breast and pinching that nipple, too. 

I could hardly take it, and I broke the kiss suddenly. He looked up at me, slightly alarmed, but I just giggle and pushed him back on the bed. I straddled his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as I started to unbutton his shirt. He flicked his tongue against my mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on my ass. 

As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I gently rubbed my covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groaned loudly and thrust up, grinding his hard cock against my clit. I moaned and pushed his shirt off. The second he shrugged it off his arms, he started to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top I was wearing. 

I let him push it up a bit before I leaned back a bit, grabbing the hem myself and pulling the tight material over my head. My breasts bounced out of the shirt as I pulled it over them, and I heard Mr. Jameson inhale sharply as I finished pulling it over my head and drop it on the floor. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at my breasts.

“Everything okay?” I asked. I looked down at my body. My nipples were dark pink, medium size, and incredibly hard. My breasts seemed to be swollen from just the little bit of kissing and touching we had done. I was getting so hot, and I knew my skin was flushed, the pink tone spreading from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Mr. Jameson seemed to be enjoying it, at any rate, and he stared at me for a long moment before saying anything.

“Your tits are fucking amazing,” he gasped. He gently pushed me off him so I was lying on my back, then immediately pressed his mouth to my breasts. I moaned as he licked and sucked them. He lavished attention on one before switching sides, cupping my other breast with his hand as he rolled his tongue around my nipple. 

My legs were spread and he was lying between them, and before long my cunt was throbbing so much that I had to arch my back and grind against him, needing some friction on my clit. Without moving his lips from my breast, he reached down with one hand and gently rubbed my slit through the shorts.

It felt amazing. His fingers were skilled and felt so good against my throbbing pussy. It still wasn’t enough, however, and I gently pulled his head off my tits, kissing him hard as I reached up to unzip his pants. I undid them quickly and he let me push them down and throw them to the floor. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing me. I ran my hands along his chest and stomach, before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock.

He groaned again, leaning down to resume sucking on my tits as I started to stroke his cock. It was smooth and throbbing in my hand, and bigger than I expected. I rubbed it gently and he pushed forward in my hand, his moans stifled by my tits as he pressed his face against them.

I stroked a bit harder and he thrust into my hand again, moaning. He pulled his head from my breasts and kissed me, still rubbing my clit through the shorts.

“Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum way too fast,” he gasped. I giggled and he shook his head. “I’m not joking. I haven’t gotten anything near this since Ryan was born.”

I raised an eyebrow and he blushed a bit. “My wife…” he started to say.

I kissed him quickly and giggled again. “You don’t need to explain,” I said quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groaned and rubbed my clit again.

“So good…” he mumbled, and I moaned as touched me. I started stroking his cock a bit faster and he groaned. 

After a moment he reached down and grabbed my wrist gently, stopping my movements. He kissed me hard, on the lips and then along my jawbone before trailing his lips down my neck, sucking gently. He pulled my hand out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. He licked down my chest and gently ran his teeth on my nipples, making me gasp. I felt his lips trail down my breasts and onto my stomach, where he licked and kissed down to the waistband of the shorts. He then started to pull on them, sliding them down my hips, his lips trailing along behind them and gently kissing my pussy as he slipped the shorts off.

He sat up and just looked at me for a moment. I blushed a bit when he didn’t say anything, and he noticed, laughing a bit.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my inner thigh. “My wife was nowhere near as sexy as you. She had no tits, no hips.” He kissed up my thigh, spreading my legs a bit more and kissing my pussy lips. “You have such a hot body.” He reached up and cupped one of my breasts as he kissed my pussy, touching everything but my clit. “Big, firm tits.” He reached under me with his other hand, cupping my ass. “Nice, round ass.” He finally kissed my clit, sucking on it gently. I cried out, arching my back against him. “Sweet, tight pussy.” He plunged his tongue into my cunt and I moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against me.

He licked my pussy and then moved his mouth to my clit, sucking on it as he pushed two fingers into my cunt. I moaned and couldn’t keep myself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as I wound my fingers in his hair. He licked eagerly, biting gently on my clit as he thrust his fingers inside me.

“M-mr. Jameson…” I panted a few moments later. “I’m gonna… oh God gonna c-cum…”

He responded simply by sucking harder on my clit and pushing his fingers faster. I came hard, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm crash through my body. My toes curled and I arched my back. I wasn’t sure if I had shut my eyes or just temporarily blinded myself from the amount of pleasure I felt. 

When I came down a bit, I could feel Mr. Jameson still licking my pussy, lapping up my juices. I was panting as he did so, and he finally moved his head away and crawled up, laying down beside me. I looked over at him and he grinned. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“My wife hated that,” he said. 

“What was wrong with her?” I gasped.

He laughed and leaned over, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his lips.

“You’re so fucking young,” he murmured as he kissed me, gently rubbing my breasts. “This is so wrong.”

I laughed. “I don’t see you complaining.”

“I’m not,” he replied, rubbing my nipples lightly. “Just can’t believe how hot this is.”

“Can’t believe you’re fucking a young little high school babysitter?” I asked teasingly. He groaned and kissed me, flicking his tongue against mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers off, sliding them down and pulling his cock out. 

He was uncut, his cock a bit longer than usual, and very thick. I licked my lips as I looked at it, and he laughed.

“I’d ask you to suck it,” he said, “but I want to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, moaning as I felt him enter me. His cock felt huge inside my cunt. I hadn’t had anything but my fingers in there recently, and the only guy I’d been with previously had a much smaller cock than Mr. Jameson’s. 

I let it enter me slowly, allowing myself adjust to his thick meat. He moaned as my tight pussy inched down on his cock, until he was finally buried hilt-deep in my cunt. I stopped for a moment, letting myself get used to the foreign feeling in my pussy. Mr. Jameson reached around me and put his hands on my ass, pushing me down even harder on it. I moaned when he did, and slowly started moving myself on top of his cock. The feeling was amazing, and I moaned as I let his cock slide in and out of my pussy. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, and his hands slide to my hips, guiding my movements on top of him. I started to ride him a bit faster, panting as he thrust up into me. My breasts started to bounce as I moved faster, and he reached up with one hand to cup them as I rode his cock. I moaned as he pinched my nipples, moving faster and harder on top of him, and moaned even louder as he used his other hand to rub my clit. I loved the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my tight, stretched hole, and before long I could feel myself nearly ready to cum. My hips bucked and he pressed on my clit and pinched my nipple at the same time, and I came again with a loud moan, tilting my head back as he thrust himself up into me. I rode my orgasm out, before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulled out for a second and pushed me gently onto my stomach.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said softly. I obeyed immediately and he moved behind me. He reached one hand under me and gently stroked my dripping pussy, and with his other he reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed something - I didn’t know what until I felt a hand spreading my ass cheeks and a gentle, slippery finger probing at my hole.

“Mr. Jameson?” I asked nervously.

He pressed a soft kiss on my back. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered. “Please, Rachel. I love doing this and my wife never let me.” He kissed me again, reassuringly. “It might hurt a little, I’m not going to lie, but it feels really good after a bit.”

I hesitated at first. “Okay,” I finally said. 

He slipped a finger into my hole, and the feeling wasn’t bad. He wriggled it around a bit and I even moaned softly. After a moment he took it out and when he put his finger back, it felt even better. This time, he slowly added a second finger. I moaned and pressed back against him as he repeated his movements from before. 

He laughed softly and I could hear him using a lot of the lube. His tip pressed against my hole. He pushed with a bit of force and I felt his tip slide into me. My asshole stretched around it and I started to breathe a bit harder. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, letting me adjust to the size. It was uncomfortable at first, but before I knew it his entire cock was buried in my ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. It didn’t hurt as much that time, and the next time he did it, I moaned.

He was moaning as he started to thrust a bit harder into my ass, though nowhere near as hard as if he had been fucking my pussy. It still felt amazing, and by the sounds he was making, I was guessing he thought so, too. He reached around me and gently stroked my clit with one hand. The other was braced on my hip as he pushed his cock inside me. 

“Fuck, Rachel,” he groaned, “this is… fucking amazing… you don’t know how fucking good this is…” He moved a bit faster, not too quickly, and I moaned as I felt his balls slap against me as he fucked my ass.

He kept talking, though I couldn’t really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like “so good” and “so tight” and “fuckfuckfuck.” But I did understand when he cried out “Fuck, Rachel, I’m gonna cum!”

His body shuddered against me and I felt his hot load shooting into my ass. He was leaning against my body, supporting himself as he moaned and came hard. Panting, he finished, holding his cock inside my ass for a few moments before he gently pulled out. 

I practically collapsed on the bed, and he fell right next to me. We lay there, and I listened to him pant for a minute or two before he said anything.

“I haven’t cum like that in years,” he finally murmured, sitting up. I watched him move off the bed and walk, naked, across the room. He flicked the light off and walked back, pulling the covers up. I pulled myself under them and he lay down beside me, reaching over and wrapping his arms around me.

“So it was good?” I asked, giggling.

He laughed. “Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking… wonderful.” He held me close to him and I could hear his heart pounding. “Just what I needed.” I sighed contently. “I can’t thank you enough for this, Rachel. For everything.”

“I enjoyed it too, Mr. Jameson,” I replied.

He laughed again. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Jameson,” he said, yawning at the end of his sentence. I agreed silently, starting to fall asleep as our warm, naked bodies pressed together.

The Family Way

I was naked and resting in the morning sunlight. The sun was starting to pump its warmth into the world and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while my entire body felt buzzing and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful… wanted… claimed… And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn’t help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm ass. I felt so insanely fuckable.

Speaking of which… as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I’d experienced before as I knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k’s. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.

In the moment following my introspective question of “did the last 24 hours really happen?” I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not just semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman’s countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest night’s worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. “This is what happens when a woman sleeps with a man.” I thought to myself, smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it tight wishing it was Jeff, my new boyfriend, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escaped from my now drooling sex. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I’ve ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my boyfriend’s attraction to me… To my young, ripe body.

’“Fuck” I thought. “No protection! Oh fuck”.

The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn’t have the time to actually think. “Was he married? Does he even remember me? Why would he be with me? He’s got everything. I’m nothing more than a one night stand.”, I reminded myself, “You just met him and he’s at least ten years older than me! I might be carrying his baby!! I’m insane!!!” I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be him. I first met Jeff years ago, mature and kind, hot but well out of my reach. He was affluent and independent. He was successful and well educated. His family always lived next door and as I grew up I always remember his kindness. 

But I also remembered his strict parents and his bad boy little brother. I remembered gazing at his younger brother in my teens with naughty thoughts in my head. He was my first real crush… maybe even my first boyfriend. Joseph was closer to my own age but just as I had matured… life tore us apart. Now he didn’t even see me at all.

“Fuck! I’ve just slept with Jeff!” The thoughts continued to echo through my mind as the memories of our intercourse made a satisfied smile appear upon my lips. He was good… we were great together… maybe it was a one night stand… maybe we could just have a fling – that would be fun, right? That boy though… sorry, man!… one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I’d want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I’d fallen for him. It would be awkward but that didn’t mean it was inappropriate. I put my fingers to the oozing mess between my gaping labia. “Fuck!” I never wanted kids. Now Jeff comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.

Maybe it’s instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully take her chosen mate to breed with? 

Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time… and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn’t think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman he first met as a baby.

And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps his mother knew. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, my dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says “I swallowed your son’s cum on the drive over here.” And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tried and failed to get the image of us breeding out of her mind’s eye. It all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, oldest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive young body.

Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest “oh shit!” moment in life to date. “That’s so fucked up, Rachel, oh my fucking God!” I screamed in my head as I rose from the bed, realisation drawing. “This is not my bed! This is not even my house!”. I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t realised I was next door… in the childhood bed of my lover who had long since left his childhood home. I was alone in his old bed and the room still carried the faint aroma of our sex.

I needed to get up, find my clothes and somehow get home without being seen. I climbed out of his cramped double bed but having spent the last six or more hours on my back, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jeff did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping my lovers seed. “Fuck.” I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the adjoining bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturated and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jeff.

The text read: “You’re incredible” along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.

I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in his bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself groaning into my reflection trying to kid myself into thinking Jeff was between my thighs. “No! Someone might hear you!” I scolded my horny alter ego and chose to turn on the shower. After a few minutes of washing the sticky ejaculate from my flesh I emerged from the hot cubicle and grabbed one of his towels to dry off. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, checking my face in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

“Ok Rachel, you now at the very least look presentable… but naked.” I said leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day and I had just made it incredibly awkward.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I blushed. Jeff was standing at the bathroom door, staring intently at my burning face.

“I - I want to be here, Jeff. With you…”

“Then stay.” He said, his eyes smouldering. “Last night was unexpected-”

“That’s the problem isn’t it? I’m too young. I’m not what you want-”

“You are exactly what I want, Rachel!” He interrupted, “It’s like I was always meant to be with you.”

“My parents wouldn’t be happy. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.” I said as if trying to convince myself that what other people think would be enough to make him turn and walk away.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” he said. “I can tell." 

"Your brother…” I sighed, “When I was younger… we nearly…”

“You didn’t, and what if you did? I want you, Rachel. Stop fighting this. Stop looking for excuses.” He moved in close so I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could smell his aftershave, and sweat, and damn – I suddenly wanted to lick his bare chest. I wanted him to –

“I bet that if I touched you now you’d be wet,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“That’s one thing you’ll never find out,” I whispered.

Without a word he picked me up, hands around my waist, and sat me down on the sink and gently, firmly, opened my legs. He started to stroke my thighs with his thumbs. I’m so in shock I forgot where I was once more.

“Mmm, lovely,” he breathed, his thumbs roaming higher. They reached my vulva, and began to stroke my sensitive lips.

“Stop it,” I murmured. Yeah, I really sounded like I meant it.

He didn’t hear me, as his thumbs slid between my labia and pressed into my cunt.

“Told you,” he said horsley. “I could slip in there right now – you’re lovely and wet, Rachel. I bet you taste nice too.”

He stopped stroking me and licked one of his thumbs. He then knelt down in front of me and forced my thighs wider.

“No, please don’t.” I’m beginning to panic through my haze of longing and struggle against his grip. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my pouting lips labia. His tongue slowly snaked up and down my lips, dipping in and out, flicking over my clit. I felt his mouth kiss me, then – jeez, he was sucking me. No-one had ever done that to me before, and it hurt, and it ached, and I tried to stop myself begging him to just fuck me. He was sliding his fingers into my cunt, two, three, I don’t know, and I could feel the goose bumps on my thighs starting to prickle.

“Oh Jeff!” My nipples were tingling along with my clit, and I needed him to do something, anything. I wanted him to bite my nipples, to suck them so that the blood rushed and burned, I wanted to feel his cock filling me, hurting me.

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

He kissed me firmly, then opened my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself, tangy and musky, and my clit throbbed again. I sucked on his tongue and lips and felt him groan.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. His hard-on rubbed my pussy through his jeans and I nearly exploded with lust.

“Please,” I begged.

One hand squeezed my breast, catching my nipple between thumb and finger, sending fire through my body. With the other he unzipped his jeans, and hitched them down. I couldn’t see anything, but oh boy, I could feel it. He rubbed his prick up and down, following the path his tongue had taken, massaging my clit with its head.

He kissed me again, then slid his cock oh so slowly into my needy cunt.

His was not the longest cock in the world but it was thick, and the way he teased me, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in hard, I knew I was going to cum very soon.

“How does that feel, Rachel?” His lips were on my neck as he pinched my nipples harder.

My pussy was starting to twitch and jump. As he bit my neck I couldn’t keep it in and cried out as I climaxed, my vagina squeezing his gorgeous cock.

I held on tightly as my orgasm burned through my body.

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

“Thought I just did,” he smiled. He was still inside me, still hard. He kissed me – god, I was starting to love his kisses – then fucked me until he shuddered and groaned into my shoulder.

We clung together for a moment, then he leaned back and grinned.

“And I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.

“I was just a girl.” I grinned back. “Now I am a woman.” I stroked his face. He kissed my palm, then gently sucked my fingers.

“I can be anything you like, anything for you,” he said happily.

“Jeff… do you love me?” I crooned as I held onto him tightly, his sperm once again inseminating my young body. I awaited his response until we were both startled by a shrill female voice.

“Jeff, are you done in the shower?” His mum called from beyond the bedroom door. We both froze in position. His member softening inside me.

“Er, yes mum,” he replied, “Rachel and I will be down in a minute.”

“Oh, Rachel’s here? That’s nice. I’ll make you both some breakfast.”

“I need to get dressed!” I hissed as his cock slipped out of its new home.

“I guess it’s serious, Rachel, I’m introducing you to my parents.” He laughed.

“They already know me. They are going to think I’m even more of a slut.”

“They will love you… because I already do.”

“Really?" 

"Really.”

“Maybe we should meet up tonight,” I said, “then maybe I can repay some of the attention you’ve paid me.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled and handed me my clothes. He zipped up his jeans, and I slipped off the table and dressed myself quickly. Fixing my top and smoothing down my skirt. When we were sure we looked decent, we headed downstairs to face his parents.

——–

“It is lovely to see you Mr and Mrs Richards” I said, “it has been ages.”

“We didn’t realise you had spent the night.” Mrs Richards replied disapprovingly. Her gaze fell on me then her oldest son who just brushed her off.

“Yes it has been far too long since we last saw you.” Then he paused as he looked directly into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. “Far too long indeed.”

I smiled in return and quickly flicked my eyes over him. He was definitely my type, older and self sufficient, handsome and looked as though he was visiting a gym. His well-defined arm muscles were obvious as he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which hugged his torso well enough to hint at the work he was obviously putting in. He was not muscle bound, but nicely toned.

I watched his eyes as they darted across my chest, he was obviously inspecting me in the same way that I had done with him a second before. What a shame his view would not be a patch on mine. I was brought round from my musings as Jeff’s parents looked at each other. They went about their breakfast routine and someone asked if I wanted another drink and I declined. 

I felt so uncomfortable. Growing up next door to the Richards wasn’t easy. Our families couldn’t be more unalike. My parents had girls, they had older boys, we all took jobs and struggled through college, they were intellectual and in well paid jobs. I still lived with my parents but Jeff had moved away years ago… I hadn’t seen him for the best part of a decade… before last night. To make matters worse, when I was a teen… I had my first kiss with Joseph, Jeff’s brother. I was innocent and he was hot, my preteen years were spent dreaming of him and I must have pestered him incessantly before he agreed to kiss me. He dragged me to his bedroom and that kiss was wet and sloppy but made me feel desirable when he could have any one of the girls who seemed to flock to him. It ended in disaster as just as things were getting interesting, Mr and Mrs Richards burst into his room and I was dragged from the house, labeled as a slut and worse as I was thrown through my own front door. I was devastated and I never really spent any more time with Joseph. My mum understood and helped me recover from my first broken heart. Things were always frosty between our families. Mr and Mrs Richards looked down on us… and now I was in their kitchen, sharing breakfast with them carrying their oldest son’s seed in my womb. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before Jeff spoke again. “Rachel was locked out of her house last night so I gave her my old bed. I slept on the sofa. By the way you look great Rachel, I love the way you have done your hair and that dress is perfect for you.” 

“Jeff, you’re such a gentleman,” Mrs Richards smiled adoringly at her son.

“Yes, I must admit I was surprised to find you snoring on the sofa this morning when I came downstairs.” Mr Richards said, frowning. Ah! That makes sense! That’s why I woke up alone. He sneaked downstairs anticipating this meeting. Clever boy - I mean man! “I hope you slept well, Rachel,” he continued, “I understand the boys threw a bit of a party last night. I’m sorry they got you involved.”

His words were said without feeling, as if he were reading from a script. I understood, he was trying to be polite but there was still bad blood between our families.

“Thanks Mr Richards, I appreciate that a lot. Yes, I think your boys had fun last night.” I saw Mrs Richards eyes widen and she smiled as Jeff chuckled under his breath. Mr Richards scowled.

“You look radiant, Rachel,” Jeff made the compliment but glanced at his mother seeing if she could read into his words, “Everyone thinks you are lovely, we always have. Coffee?”

I blushed and was grateful for his presence “Yes please. You look as though you have been taking good care of yourself too Jeff. You have certainly grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

Jeff made no reply for a moment, but I could see he was looking directly at my cleavage which my dress was highlighting with its black lace vee neckline. His eyes wandered down my body and settled on my thigh which was slightly exposed as the skirt had ridden up when I sat down. The top band of my stocking was just visible. I adjusted my hem to pull it down and maintain my dignity.

Realising I had spotted where he was looking; he hurriedly looked up and said simply “Yeah, errr… Thanks.” His mother was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. This time his father was the one who was smiling.

We sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on our respective drinks before Jeff spoke again. “Let me walk you home.”

Without thinking I stood up rather awkwardly, eager to escape his family’s scrutiny and Jeff caught my arm as I struggled to extricate myself from the seat whilst maintaining my dignity. Once I was safely up, he moved his hand to my back and encouraged me to walk towards the back door and into the garden. The sounds of a suburb Saturday morning filled the air as we slowly placed one foot in front of the other walking side by side in silence. Jeff was the first to break the silence.

“I am glad we got that out of the way. Mum and Dad are going to see a lot more of you. They need to get used to that.” He held my hand and looked into my eyes, “I meant what I said just now, it doesn’t matter what they think. I have always thought you are very lovely. You are beautiful and intelligent and fun to be with, I’ve been away too long and I have missed you growing up… into this.” He stood before me, palms open, his eyes following the curves of my body.

I didn’t know what to say and was turned away from him as I felt my face burn, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to an excess of hormones coursing through my veins. I would have jumped on him then and there if I could. When I eventually found some words I struggled to get them out and stammered the first two. “Ahhh emmml, err, I mean, I am flattered Jeff. Thanks, but… you should be saying that to some of the beautiful women your own age. I am sure you must have a girlfriend… a wife?”

“I’m not married,” he laughed, “but I have been in a serious relationship over the last few years. It ended.” He looked distant. “Can you believe that I came back home to get away from women?” The words sounded sincere, but I thought I had put the right amount of force into them, but not enough to cause offence. He decided to change the subject. “How are your parents, Rachel?”

As he finished speaking, I swung around and stood directly in front of him. “They are well thanks, mum had a scare a few months ago when she found a lump, but she got the all clear last week. But you are changing the subject, which is you. Us.”

“I want you, Rachel.” He said and his words spoke to something directly in my soul. I wanted to melt into his arms, kiss him and be with him forever. But I needed to be sensible about this. This was all too much too soon.

“Jeff, you can’t say things like that, you have been away making a success of life, you are literally old enough to be my father! I am just me, trying to make ends meet. We come from very different… worlds.”

He started to object, but I cut him off in mid-sentence, insisting he walk me to my front door. To my great relief, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding and leading me back the way we came then into the street.

“I would say the same thing every day, Rachel,” he said as we carefully made our way over the grass. “I know I can’t let you slip through my fingers, I’m not crazy, I know what I am saying.”

It was time to pull out the big guns. “Jeff, it is lovely that you think that way, but I am a young woman looking for a purpose in life and the ex-girlfriend of your brother! Your parents hate me and always have. You can do so much better than me.”

“I don’t suppose you realise this, but I wanted you back then. I was jealous that you only seemed to have eyes for my brother. I think last night was more than just a one night stand. It was a taste of what could be… every day of my life. Everything felt so right with you. Give me a chance?”

I was once again struck dumb as I struggled to make sense of what he was saying and, if I was honest, my very real ego boost from his words, even if I did suspect lust for a younger woman was doing most of the talking. I decided to continue on a firm track.

“Look,” I said with not nearly as much conviction as I felt might be appropriate, “you are treading very thin ice approaching a girl who is almost half your age like this, I think maybe we should drop the whole subject now.’

Jeff simply nodded and we increased pace slightly as we entered the pool of light from my front porch. We parted without words as I entered the house. I made my way to the drinks cabinet as I realised I was now shaking with the shock and, yes, to be honest, the excitement of what had just happened. Did I lead him on? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

I felt the sticky mess in my panties and knew that it could already be too late. I drank an entire glass of wine in short order before grabbing another and began to plan my weekend. This certainly had not been part of my plans.

Sometime later in the day, after cleaning the house and completing my chores, I once again made my way outside and walked into the garden to try and stop the whirling maelstrom of emotions rampaging in my head. I stopped at the garden seat. I didn’t sit down, but continued walking slowly as I thought. Eventually I was as far as I could go and sat down on a tree stump that had been cut down and shaped into a sort of high backed throne.

I was still wrapped in my own thoughts as I spotted a shape moving and approaching. I sat dead still Jeff’s voice cut through the cool evening air.

“I saw you sneaking out and decided to follow, look, I am sorry if I upset you earlier, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“There is no need to apologise Jeff, I am sure you didn’t want to cause any offence, but you need to remember what I said.” I was certain that my words sounded decisive, even if I wasn’t. The truth was that I was very flattered by his attention and it had been a long time since anyone had said anything like it to me. I hoped it didn’t show.

Jeff stood in front of me, breathing deeply I noticed as I observed his chest rising and falling. He really was very handsome and I couldn’t help my mind wandering off and imagining him naked once more. I remained in this mode of thought for quite some moments as we faced each other in the growing darkness, features just visible in the tiny glimmer of light emanating from the setting sun. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of my daydreaming. I started to rise.

Whoever had cut the tree into a chair had taken the seat a bit low. This was a fact that I realised as I tried to rise from my sitting position. Realising my difficulty, Jeff offered both hands to assist which I gladly accepted. As I rose, propelled by those strong arms, I realised that he was standing very close to me. As I straightened my legs, those same strong arms pulled me into an embrace and held firm against his body. I could feel him, lithe, muscular and toned, solid in comparison to my softer body so that I moulded to him as he pulled me close.

His lips met mine and all of my defences fell away instantly. Eagerly I accepted his probing tongue and pushed back with my own. His hands, still firm against my back, began to slowly caress and run over it. I melted and submitted to him totally, trusting him to hold me and not to let me fall. His hands slipped down the small of my back and ran down over my buttocks. Again he applied pressure pulling my lower body into him applying force to my behind. Such was the pressure that I became aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. He was very hard indeed and I felt a sudden flood of excitement in my own loins.

More urgently now, he pressed his lips, his tongue flicking and darting into my eager mouth, my own tongue responding in kind, probing, testing, tasting. His grip slackened as he ran his right hand around my side, under my arm and directly onto my left breasts. My nipples sprang hard, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers sliding, testing, before finally locating my hard nipple and squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through the core of my being. His left hand joined his right on my other breast before rapidly slipping down my body, under my skirt hem and up the inside of my thigh. I felt him tremble as his hand ran over the top of my stocking and onto bare flesh.

In seconds his probing fingers had found my crotch and I willingly thrust my hips forward allowing him better access. His fingers ran around the leg of my panties and effortlessly parted the material from my inner leg and made their way to the slick excited wetness that lay below. He ran a finger over the outside of my pussy lips, spreading my juices around their outer edge. I felt another thrill of excitement as first one, then another finger entered me, easily sliding up into my most sacred place, spreading me and making me ready for what must surely follow.

Suddenly my head sprang back into action. I wanted this, I wanted it very badly indeed, but to be caught out in the open was bad enough, but to add regret at hasty actions was a step too far. Roughly I pulled away from him, causing him to groan.

“No… We can’t do this, Jeff,” I said, sounding as though I was about to burst into tears. “We can’t because… we aren’t being sensible… and it’s just wrong.”

“How can it be wrong, we both want this?” he whispered. He looked like a little boy who was lost and I nearly gave in on the spot. I held my resolve and set off back to my house vowing not to come out again until then next day. I would not look back. This was far too sudden… too fast… it wasn’t appropriate! He was older, I needed to think about the morning after pill, and our parents would kill us then each other. I think he was initially startled by the suddenness of my departure and it took him a few paces to catch up. He took me by the arm and begged me to stop.

“Rachel, I need you,” he said, “I have needed you since forever and I want to have you, urgently, here and now. I want this and everything that follows. I want you.”

I had to think of something to say and I was struggling against the fog of confusion and my own urgent desires. “OK, here’s the deal. You say that to me again when you and I have been on a date… just one date, no sex! Then we will see what happens from there.”

I could tell he was almost as confused as me as it took a while for my words to sink in. Eventually he nodded his agreement and we continued our journey towards the house. I have never been so glad of a decision as I was at that moment as I spotted my Mother approaching.

“Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over for you, it is nearly time for dinner.” I was sure that my face was about to give the whole game away, but just about held it together to make an excuse. “You remember Jeff from next door, don’t you?”

“Yes of course, hello Jeff, how are you? It has been years! I am glad to see you are getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Are you staying long?”

“Until I get my own place. Rachel and I were just having a catch up, I didn’t realise the time.”

“Oh that’s nice, but I am afraid I really must tear her away as I need a little help in the kitchen.”

With that we set off along the path to the house and I was glad of the darkness inside for hiding the redness of my face. I worked almost mechanically as I fought my conflicting feelings again. Feeling quite sensible and calm now, I knew that my feelings for him were wrong. I had never been tempted so badly before and I vowed I never would again. As I climbed into bed that night, I thanked my good sense for stopping things before they went past the point of no return. It was a close call and I genuinely felt sorry for Jeff, I had undoubtedly let things go too far. I caressed my tummy and wondered if it was already too late.

——–

The next morning, a Sunday, I was spared the need to further cover my embarrassment with my parents as I got up late, just in time to say goodbye to them as they departed to spend time with friends. They did this every Sunday. I smiled at how much of a habitual creatures they were. I would at least have some time to further distance myself from my guilt trip from the previous night’s events and make plans that didn’t involve carrying Jeff’s baby.

That was a mistake. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Jeff and the pleasures we had shared. I did allow myself a smile recalling how desperate my new boyfriend had been, how aroused he was and how quickly he had found his way into my underwear. I made a coffee and sat in the kitchen slowly recovering before wandering to the shower room for a long, hot, soapy drenching, just what the doctor ordered. That afternoon I would make a visit to the pharmacy for a pill to ensure I didn’t complicate things further. I wasn’t on birth control and a baby with a man I had only just met shouldn’t be on my agenda… but how I wish it was. I imagined our little family… our perfect lives. He was an amazing lover and was an eligible and self made man.

Some considerable time later, as I was drying my hair with a towel, I became aware of the doorbell. I decided at first it was probably some religious nutcases trying to drum up members of their community. The ringing persisted and I felt obliged to answer thinking that my parents had forgotten something and their door keys. I quickly threw a robe on and ran to the door. There, standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand, grinning from ear to ear, was Jeff. My mouth hung open, I had been certain that he would never come to the house again. My mind was racing, I had better not let the neighbours see, gossip from them would be the undoing of me. Quickly, I beckoned Jeff inside the house. I was still standing slack jawed when he spoke.

“You said you wanted to go on a date. Well, here I am and I want to do this properly, Rachel. Will you go out with me? My brother knew your folks would be going out as they always do on Sundays. I checked for the car as I passed the house, went to the florist and bought these flowers, then came straight here. Are you free?”

I could only meet his words with silence. He continued.

“Anyway, I was serious last night, you make me tremble all over when I think of you, I have always wanted you and I want you desperately now and forever. I wanted you desperately last night too. Every sinew of my body aches for you. I would like to date you… I want to find my happily ever after… I don’t want to lose something so special. Please… say yes.”

He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Wow. I forgot how good you are with words.” He didn’t blink, or turn away, he just stood there, taking me in. It made me blush, the way he was staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, abruptly remembering the flowers he had brought. He handed me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmured, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He announced to me proudly, grinning. “They’re pretty, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I asked, perplexed, waving him inside so I coulf set the flowers in water.

“For our date, if you’re interested?” he responded.

“Really?” I asked, wheels turning. Where was he going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughed immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it! Do you want to give this relationship a chance? Please, say yes?” He begged.

“Ok, ok,” I giggled, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. I was hoping to see you again and have this… romance… play out properly,” I told him softly in his ear.

He pressed his temple against mine and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would happily skip to the end and declare my undying love for you, Rachel. I really want to do things right,” he sighed. “I’ve been frantic all day. I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pulled away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I corrected myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I could feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I said it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Jeff hugged me again, then lifted his hand to my jaw. He lowered his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. We shared one single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispered. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looked down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

He walked me out to his car, a Porsche, and like a true gentleman he opened the passenger door and saw me inside. He then joined me and we set out on our magical mystery tour. He pulled in at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of its lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There was something magical about being here in the evening, as though we had accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmured, momentarily paralysed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Jeff grinned, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeezed his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughed. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looked shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kissed his cheek and thanked him. This was perfect.

We wandered inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascaded down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arched over the concrete paths. I held his hand as we walked through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stirred our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jumped.

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

“A butterfly,” I admitted, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinched again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

“Oh,” he said with adoration and love in his eyes, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him tightly, pretending to be offended. “Flappy giant bugs!” I cried in self-defense.

“But if you watch closely you can see the beauty in them,” he smiled, “just like you”.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I ducked as another one made a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I buried my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he looked crestfallen, “I’m so sorry Rachel, I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assured him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit but he held onto me protectively.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiled, kissing my shoulder. He pointed out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I followed him to a small bench and we rested for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights came on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, memorising this moment. He was so protective of me. Yes he was older but he looked at me like I was fragile and precious to him. I liked that a lot.

We walked through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I filled my lungs with the aroma of the plants and the scent of Jeff, absorbed by the beauty of this place and dizzy with attraction. I had never felt so close to someone I barely knew, but I guess our connection was far from typical.

“Time for me to take you to dinner,” he announced when we neared the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want. There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggled.

Jeff laughed, but I caught his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looked away quickly.

“I promise not to call you sugartits.” He said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

I returned a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrugged, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. I immediately started to formulate some pet names for him in my head.

We held eye contact for a moment, and it was like nothing else existed. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

“Italian please.” I whispered.

“Your wish is my command,” he breathed, “your carriage awaits.” With that we linked arms and made our way back to his car then onwards to the restaurant.

——–

“Good choice, Rachel,” Jeff nodded as we finished our meals, “This is a top class restaurant and the food was amazing.” Jeff said happily, paying his respect as I popped the last of my pasta into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallowed and grinned. “It’s not cheap either. I wish I could eat like this every day without gaining any weight.”

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

"Trust me, I could get used to this,” I added, reaching for my napkin.

“Well, I could arrange that,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “I love spending time with you. You are fascinating.”

I clinked my glass against his and smiled. He wasn’t kidding, it was written all over his handsome face. I loved it.

“So,” he continued, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“My brother… How far did things go with Joseph?”

I almost choked. I didn’t need a mirror to know how red my face was at that moment.

“That seems like such a long time ago now.”

“He used to talk about you all the time. I just…” he carefully chose his words,“…didn’t want to… make things awkward… between you both.”

“I was young, and I was besotted with him… but your parents ended it before…” Now it was my turn to stumble on my words.

“Did you have sex?” He asked, curious. His eyes searched mine.

“I wanted to,” I confessed. “I think I was ready. But we only did… a few things together." 

"I see.” He said. I tried to read his thoughts and could see that he was trying to come to terms with what might or might not have happened. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“We fooled around. He made me cum with his fingers. I gave him a hand job. The night your parents found us we were going to have oral sex for the first time.”

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

I set down my napkin. I was embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I didn’t want him to look at me any differently than he had tonight.

“Does it bother you, if we did things?”

I held my breath.

“Oh! No no,” he laughed. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional that you were with him but I can see why he was into you. Rachel, I just want you to be completely at ease with… me.”

“I am, Jeff. Joseph and I were looking to conquer a few firsts. We were young and he made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It was years ago. I’ve barely seen him since.”

“Then I’m glad that you both found a way to make each other’s life a tiny bit better. I would never hold that against you, Rachel.”

He reached for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he told me, his voice thoughtful, “even if you were, you know, a thing back then, I don’t think I mind. You care about people. I would never want to change that or hold you back from being who you want to be. Or being with who you want to be with.”

I can’t believe how understanding he was. His brother and I were never more than friends. Yes, we shared a clumsy fondle and an orgasm or two, but Jeff was keen to let me know he didn’t care.

Actually, he seemed grateful.

I squeezed his hand, relieved. There was nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want me to either.

“Do you think we should grab a drink?” He asked once he had polished off our meals and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smiled. I didn’t care where we went, I just didn’t want this night to end.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth and slid out to stand beside him. He held the door open for me as we left, exiting into the fading heat of a summer night.

We only made it a block when it happened. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracked open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasped as torrential rain hit the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies were drenched and dripping.

Jeff grabbed my hand and we darted into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He was leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night. I was still giggling when I saw that he stopped, that he was watching me intently… Staring at the way my dress now clung to my wet body, my nipples obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. As if caught in a spell he reached for my face and kissed me.

He wasn’t slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moaned, grabbing onto his back. I wrapped my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moved to my collarbone and his bicep tensed, I pressed my hips against him in response.

He moved his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slipped the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh was cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he drew one into his mouth.

I shivered as he flicked his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I ran my hands through his thick hair and tilted my head back. The rain was still streaming down around us, there was nobody else out there, but I didn’t think I would even have minded if there was. I didn’t care who saw me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Jeff’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on the warm pavement was filling the air, filling our future with nostalgia for that moment. A story to tell our grandchildren.

His hand reached up to cup me as his mouth met mine again.

“Can I take you back home?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

——–

We barely made it through his parents’ front door when Jeff kissed me again. I dropped my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, feeling his body pressed against mine as we made out. His erection jutted hopefully against his pants. I wanted to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his shaft.

He didn’t give me the chance.

He knelt down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peeled my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers teased between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

“Yes.” He replied before letting out a slight sigh of approval when he sensed how aroused I was, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been fingered in this house. Jeff wasn’t the first Richards to have his fingertips on my most sensitive and private parts. But his touch was more experienced and pleasure inducing. He removed his probing finger, now coated with my wetness, before plunging in once more, adding another finger and doubling my pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned when he lifted my dress and brought his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirted with my clit while his fingers moved softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble with desire.

“Jeff,” I whispered, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continued working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I moved my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increased his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I was getting so close.

“Oh, Jeff. Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

He increased his pressure and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Right there.” I tilted my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

I was over the edge as soon as he said the words, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pumped inside of me.

“Ahhh…You taste amazing…” he said in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probed gingerly between my slick folds then he replaced his fingers back inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I wanted to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body as no more than a puddle. It was taking every ounce of energy I had to remain upright.

Jeff looked up at me and smiled, and I covered my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm so quickly. I had no idea he could do that to me. I was in awe of this man.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughed, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm. “At least, I hope not,” he added.

I don’t know what to say so I kissed him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my nectar.

I continued kissing him as we held onto each other, leading him to his old bedroom.

I lifted my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He paused to look at me again, to take my body in now that I was fully nude. I could see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ached for it. I was throbbing, seeing how badly he wanted me. Knowing how badly I wanted him. I unbuttoned his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands worked their way down to his zipper.

We pulled his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He held me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands grazed my hips, my ass, my breasts.

Oh how I needed him. I briefly considered contraception but I knew I wanted to take his sperm and cherish it. I wanted my eggs to be bathed in his potent seed. I wanted to be his, joined to him forever and a day. I needed to be his woman, inseminated with his babies. Fuck! What was I thinking! But I smiled secretly to myself - we would create beautiful children together.

I lowered my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his magnificent cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guided him to his small bed and let him lie back as I kissed my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face was now level with his pelvis, and I brought my mouth down to his gently throbbing. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I moved my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moaned as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I moved up and down his sweet cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down,” Jeff gasped and struggled as I began to suck. I released his manhood with a pop and looked directly up into his dreamy eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, knowing the sight of me worshiping his erection, wide eyed and innocent looking, would drive him insane… making him putty in my hands.

“Oh quite the opposite,” he sighed. “You are incredible, Rachel. I just got too close. I don’t want to let go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmured, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Watching you suck me, looking into your eyes,” he began, “it was so hot. So dirty!” He blushed.

“Oh, I know how to be a dirty girl, Jeff.” His eyes lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I was wondering if you could do that for me.”

His penis bobbed as he said the words. He was ready.

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

“Play with your dick for me, Jeff,” I instructed him, softly.

I looked to him for approval and he smiled then closed his eyes, his breath quickening as he wrapped his finger and his thumb around his shaft.

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

He covered his cock with his hand and I sigh. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and returned to slowly stroking his cock. Gliding his fingers down his length and over his head.

I loved watching him like this, imagining how he looked when he was alone. His manhood looked beautiful, no more than average in size, but I knew it fit me perfectly. It turned me on that he was pleasuring himself for me, that he was embracing that feeling. His eyes were still shut and I wondered, would he notice if I touched myself too? And if he did, would he mind?

I decided to find out, lowering my hand between my legs as he continued jerking himself off for both of our enjoyment.

“I’ve never sucked such a beautiful cock before,” I whispered to him, cautiously massaging my clit. His eyes were still closed but I was going to become the dirty girlfriend of his dreams.

“You’re lucky I even let something that wide into my mouth,” I said huskily, “I nearly choked on it.”

He pulled himself faster, then slower again. I missed feeling his purple head against my tongue and the salty tang of his manhood.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you,” I whispered confessionally, even though it was lie… Jeff was always out of reach… older, sexy and desirable yes, but to a preteen I only had eyes for his brother, Joseph. “I wanted to tell everyone I was fucking you. I couldn’t believe such an attractive older guy could want a little slut like me.” I watched his cock jump in his hand and smiled.

“I am so much younger than you, I’ve never given myself to a man so willingly. I want you Jeff. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want to scream your name in ecstasy as your parents bang on the bedroom door. I want to have your babies!”

He let out a small cry of pleasure, his cheeks flushed. I rubbed my clit faster, hands trying to calm the throbbing elicited by this new experience.  My breathing was now as fast as his own.

“I always had a thing for older men, I guess,” I offered honestly, “You know just how to treat a woman. My pussy has ached for you all day, Jeff. You’re not like the other boys… you’re nothing like your brother. I want you,” I gasped, “I want you inside me!”

“I want you… you’re incredible… I’ve never met anyone like you…”

“Is there anyone else in your life, Jeff?” I questioned. “Can we really be together?” In that moment he would have agreed to anything but it made my nipples tingle and my womb throb to ask. I paused, wondering if I had said too much.

“Rachel, I belong to you,” he murmured. “There is only you.”

Ok, then, on we go.

I continued moving my hand between my legs, shocked at how wet I was. I know he wouldn’t care if he saw but I felt a little guilty that he didn’t know I was touching myself too. That I was enjoying it as much as he was. My finger tip was flicking my exposed clitty when I noticed he had stopped masturbating. His eyes were open, locked on my vulva as my fingers strummed incessantly.

I stopped and looked up at him, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. “Jeff, doyou want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do, baby,” he reassured me. “But… mmm…” he was silenced as I quickly found his cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. He loved my attention on his cock, but he wasn’t ready to give in and do me yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty.

“Do you want my hot little mouth back on your cock, Jeff?” he groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with his cock. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?” I looked him directly in the eye, “I think my older lover wants to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth?” I inched closer to my prize as I spoke, breathing on his  semi-erect cock. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. “Jeff?” My soft lips barely grazed his cock in a teasing kiss and he jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture.

He clenched his jaw as his resolve quickly melted away and his hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to his cock. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

I gave him a wicked smile before sliding down from him and onto my knees on the bedroom carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at his delicious cock. He groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of his swollen member so lightly and innocently that he was ready to grab me by my hair and force his cock down my throat, but somehow he managed to hold back and his patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting him harder by the second. I grinned as I let the rest of his cock slowly eased into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. He felt the restrain of my throat’s natural gag reflex for a moment before penetrating deeply and immediately he was in heaven. He let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking his hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along his member before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that he could watch every inch of his hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. His moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as he thrusted gently.

With his cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let his cock pop out of my mouth. He almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at him. I looked back at his cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. “Yum… does my baby want to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face.

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth,” I said, crawling backwards. He did a double take, as if he might have misheard, but a moment later he didn’t waste his time. He was on his feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to his cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for him and slipped his throbbing penis between my voluptuous lips. Jeff moaned again as his cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out as he fucked my mouth like a pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he had his way with my face, though I was instantly brought to attention when his hand slipped down and found a breast, roughly mashing it in his hand, his thumb flickering over my nipples. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving him oral pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as he continued to drive his sex in and out of my mouth.

My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of his cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on his rock hard shaft, which sent him over the edge. He was now panting hard. “Aww, fuck, Rachel. Nngh. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah…” he slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of his ejaculate coated my throat. His cock twitched as a few more streams of his salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down his shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out.

He worked his fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Rachel, you are perfection. You know just how to get me off.”

I began to stand and shrugged it off. “Practice makes perfect and I’m eager to learn from my more experienced lover.”

“Haha, I’m just sorry I didn’t have a bigger load for you to take,” he said in a mock apology.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Maybe next time?”

“For all time. Right,” he replied, nodding. “Now,” he started, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, “time for me to take care of you.” He gathered my little body up in his arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on his old bed. He climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed his shoulders as his tongue slid over an already se

The Devil’s Intervention

Jeffery Jameson was an established and career minded teacher. He looked like he might be as old as forty or as young as thirty. No one really knew but he always marched with his head up and intention in his step. He was confident and charismatic, with a presence that put his students at ease and his hunger for knowledge.

He wasn’t perfect. He had broken laws, lived a good life, chased girls, rode motorcycles and done everything from cut down trees to drive sports cars because he loved life that much. Jeffery had arrived upon all the pedestals of the world – over the hearts of his students, and the abandoning loneliness that was his life. He could probably die a happy man.

Except there was Rachel – a sparkling shimmer of youth and the ignorance such agelessness brings. Rachel was a twenty two year old student that had haunted him for the last four years in his undergraduate and graduate classes, as his assistant, gopher and great friend. There was something about how that girl moved, spoke and enjoyed the world like he did that made him shiver. Someone finally met the world with the same eyes that he did – someone reached across the board and grabbed what he had to say with so much admiration and love – but this time it was this strong young filly, not some young man he could pat on the back and send on his way.

He admired her, took her for granted, and needed her.

Her world was consumed by his. She worked for him in his department and stayed around to share stories with him – she left no rock unturned, no drama squished and came out on top by a fluke of her nature. She danced to his music, one of folk singers and ageless tunes by talented musicians, not the things children of this world appreciated. She was a liberal and conservative and was a contradiction of existence because she sat on the fence of both worlds. Life itself is a contradiction. She drank beer, rode horses, got dirty but always looked so collected.

She wore a corset in the office, dressed in sweet skirts and wore pretty sandals. Once she ran with a bunch of boys out of the south part of town in a motorcycle gang and had purple hair, piercings and a knack for being naughty. When the exterior metal was taken off, the hair cleaned up and the boys shuffled off as connections she battled demons and broken promises. She became an EMT, danced around a major, attached herself to Mr Jameson and spent most nights sleeping in the office. She talked, played, laughed, and still managed to be disgustingly human but so pretty with her blue eyes and unwavering smile. She had no invented elements to her and shared, in confidence, all the secrets and troubles in her world.

Jeffery would come in early in the mornings laying on the office couch and her face cloudless, undisturbed. It treated him to some sort of misconception he was missing out. Sure, he had girlfriends and still had sex – but the older woman who crossed his path did not facinate him as much as Rachel did. Sweet, young, Rachel. And he kept her at arm’s length but taught her well. She would be his prodege, a legacy to carry on his knowledge and understanding. He would make her into something special.

Any man able to craft, mold, and frame such a beautiful and experienced creature was one very blessed, he recognised. The man who could enjoy such a woman was one who was probably doing something wrong, he also recognised. The sometimes carnal nature of man wanted to reach out even further into the lessons of life than college or university taught but a good teacher and disciplined knowledge of this world’s taboos kept him away from that one.

Over his Friday evening beer he mulled about the day. He’d slipped up – he’d been slipping up.

She had asked to go get her mail – he thought he heard ‘my male’ and Rachel would be the kind of girl to state something like that. He also knew she caught that when he asked who she was talking about – probably more protective than he should have said it too.

Rachel came back to grab a bag and left abruptly, a little red in her face and in that silent state he hated. She had a telling enough face he got the message. After four years and seeing each other six out of seven days a week for sometimes eight to twelve hours a day they could now just read each other like an open book.

He had to watch himself better – she was too young, he was too old, this should not be an issue. He kicked himself for making it awkward and wondered how he could make amends.

Rachel was picking some groceries up from the open market down the road from the college about two miles a walk from the campus and a quarter mile from Jeffery’s little dot on the map. She was throwing together a fruit dessert she saved for birthdays, holidays and stress days.

This was one of them.

Rachel, since day one, had crushed on Mr. Jeffery Jameson – a sweltering, taller man who was some sort of Highwayman in her dreams – the bad guy, good guy and character that met up with hers. But he was older than her father and the fact that the two of them lived around each other so much it was a sad displacement in their quiet Shangri-la at campus. He was older and wiser, sexy with his salt and pepper hair and he was off limits - much to her frustration.

But she loved spending time with him, bullshitting with him and exploiting his knowledge base. To her it was a misery she could live with – since women, after all, can live with many things that men cannot. Disappointment is usually a woman’s constant battle – men just let things go. 

Rachel had remained single all this time – her love life shattered by the emblematic love she had for her work with Jeff. There was one young man who had remained steady in her life – Andrew. But his career was less academic and more practical which was a problem. He stirred up fights, was brazen more than brainy and had no pretty track record of control. She’d slept with him when she turned sixteen – the only man she’d ever slept with – but in the pitfall of their absolved sexual contact she broke it off.

Still he hounded her, like a puppy dog desperate for a bone, but she wasn’t going to let her guard down with him again. She tolerated his presence in her life because she had so few girlfriends to hang out with. The loved up neanderthal lived next door and would randomly insert himself into her days. Some days she could tolerate him. Today was not one of those days. The fact was Andrews’s persistence was a good reason why they were at the grocery store and as he poked holes in a few watermelons and popped a few grapes – to the shop-keepers horror, Rachel got her dessert supplies together.

“You don’t have to do that every time we come in here.”

“Yeah but what else is there to do?” He had his mouth full of grapes.

“Buy the food?”

“Like you’ve never stolen something.”

“That’s not what I’m saying – it’s about how you act in public.”

“Fine, pay for that crap and let’s go. I’ll meet you in the car.”

Rachel let him truck off in a huff as she got to the counter. The manager was snarling as she checked out.

Andrew left tracks on everything – be it his sexually conquered space, like Rachel, or simply the places he shopped. And because of the inconsiderate stomping he gave them they never would be fondly remembered marks. Andrew really was the guy who would die a certified asshole.

Rachel made it to the car and with reluctance climbed inside. The lift would be worth the unpleasantness… probably. Unfortunately the anger and esteemed hatred they felt for each other was present in full force. Andrew knew how to dig deep into Rachel’s nerve center after the shopping incident and made sure payback was swift.

“What do you fucking expect from me?”

“A little consideration, that’s all.”

“Like I’m not considerate enough.”

“You aren’t.”

“Figures you’d think that.”

“You’re an idiot!”

“So is it the fact you think I’m an asshole or a bad lay, Rachel? Do you enjoy sabotaging me?”

“Bullshit! Absolute fucking bullshit, Andrew. Are we talking about my sister? Are we really going to do this now?”

“I fancied my chances, she was game too - desperate for cock. You’re just angry I’ve stopped trying to get into your panties.”

“You prick! She isn’t interested and you know it. You just do this to aggravate me and you do a damn good job of it. She’s eighteen for fucks sake, Andrew, eighteen! Not some newly post-pubescent teenager you picked up at a nearby high school. You’re sad and desperate. Your association with her has to do with us and you trying to get back at me because you really are that juvenile.”

“Yeah, because you’re so fucking special.”

“I was to you, you jackass. If I remember correc-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Pull over.”

“No.”

“Fuck you, Andrew, pull the god damn car over.”

“Fine.”

He pulled over so fast he almost careened into the bumper of another car and caused a mid-day traffic pile up on the narrow, packed street. Thankfully bad driving was compensated by everyone else on the road and only a few gestures of road rage were broadcast.

Rachel had opened the door, slammed it into the metal 'No Parking’ sign and stormed off – not even willing to shut it as Andrew screamed at her from the car. She’d made it into the local coffee shop before anyone identified why exactly a young man was screaming, beeping his horn and causing a ruckus during rush hour traffic.

By the time he peeled away Rachel had a caramel latte in her hand and contemplated walking home. The walk back wasn’t bad – it was the fact Andrew had her groceries that really pissed her off.

The Friday evening was an empty basin for Jeff. The television was muttering something in the backdrop and the cascading twilight ran through the windows as light filtered out of the day. He was half napping and nearly getting a good buzz going when, like a bolt of lightening had struck, the apartment buzzer went off. It startled him.

He shuffled up from the lounge chair with a grumble to lean on the wall.

“Yeah, who is it?” he asked over the intercom.

“Jeff – hey, uhm, if… if it isn’t a good time, I-”

“Rachel?” A sense of thrill and shock uttered out of his voice.

About two seconds too late his mental filter wondered how well the intercom carried that one. “Come up on up, hun.”

It wasn’t unabashed for Rachel to show up – except tonight it was after their awkward moment. Ever so often he’d do something stupid and she’d walk two and a quarter miles to hand him a folder or he’d call and she’d gopher over something silly.

Tonight he met a somewhat distraught woman at his door.

“Hey,” she said at the door, peppy voice.

Something was wrong.

“Yeah, come in,” he mused. “What’s up?”

She was going to give him the generic nothing but sighed, “Andrew dumped me off here. Got into it with him; drama, you know. Thought I might as well stop by.”

What he had for a kitchen table was like a card table – she shuffled over to sit down as he walked over and grabbed a beer and sat it in front of her.

“All right,” he said. That usually ended these things – but he saw she was pondering, fighting, and enduring the idiocies of human whatnots. It was a show he’d seen many times before.

“I’m just pissed,” she said, shrugging, “I’ll get over it.”

And, a little too father like for his taste he answered, “Okay, but this has something to do with the two of you, right? So are you jealous and pissed or just pissed.”

“Just pissed,” she remarked – the honesty latent in the powerful anger she dispelled saying it. “Both at him and myself for this. And the fact I’ve let him leak back into things when he’s so immature I can’t deal with this. I’ll cut my losses and run but, god; it really is so damn frustrating.”

In about ten minutes the conversation went from how bad Rachel was doing to laughter and a few more beers. The television murmured while the evening sun got blotted by running storm clouds that moved in, fickle and drizzling to a very heavy, steady tumble.

Jeff and Rachel moved into the living room, chatting it up. Four years – he thought, looking at her wavy brown hair, long eyelashes and the immature light pink eye-shadow draped with a haughty woman’s smoky edge. She was very pretty, small but curvaceous, her curves lit by the flickering television. Thin lips, pouting mouth and perfect teeth up against a well angled jaw, long neck and shoulders that showed she was not some catfish but a woman with standards. She had small breasts which suited her petite frame perfectly and her ass was to die for! Rachel was very feminine and more than attractive.

The alcohol tipped him a little into over-observation. The conversation particularly useless witty pulls and commentary marveling at nothings. When the non-awkward space of silence fell in with a few more beers Rachel was asleep on the couch.

He felt no urge to wake her up and watched the play-by-plays of sports overviews, chucked at a few idiotic comments. Somewhere in the sprig of alcohol, TV and the sound of Rachel’s slow, rhythmic breathing the darkness landed over Jeffery and he too fell asleep.

A Saturday morning alarm went off that was not his own, a cell phone in Rachel’s bag was ringing with some obnoxious force. It took him two seconds to find it after he bolted up and another ten to make it stop.

Rachel was still fast asleep when he came around to find her, head on the middle couch cushion, sprawled out listlessly.

“Hey, Rachel… Kid-o, wake up.”

An early morning noise broke the young girl’s unconsciousness and she shuddered and looked up, “Oh god…”

“Yeah, one too many?”

“Mhmm… Lager’s too heavy for me on an empty stomach,” she grunted.

“Heh.”

“Ha-ha, super funny,” she drawled.

“Hey, you want me to run you home?”

“Sure.”

She half got up from the couch when an ankle went and Jeffery had maybe a fraction of a second to really move. He caught her around the waist and it would have been fine but, maybe it was the booze, maybe it was just touching her that made him overstep and the two of them ended up on the floor. Rachel managed to land with Jeffery craning one arm around her frame, both hands on his chest, and a definite sense of, “Uh-Oh” pitched into the air.

For Rachel it had been the worst possible choice of drink but the lager soon fell heavy and she’d always been able to drink a lot – and the morning rise was so painful. It was, however when she fell that she felt her stomach fully revolt. The horror of falling on top of someone you crushed on for four years is, well, mind-boggling.

The two of them were deadlocked and trying to stand up meant vomiting over Jeffery or on him – and staying put meant cuddling with her friend and mentor.

Out of some shameful feeling vomiting might be inappropriate she groaned, pained, and relinquished.

Jeffery was in utter shock of how they got here and he heard her make a noise no man, in no world, ever wanted to hear. But a man, single as he was, pitched against a twenty two year old he adored who just groaned was probably a highly volatile situation. 

He sensed the devil’s presence, gleefully making plans to lure Jeff into this forbidden tryst as Jeff’s resolve began to crumble. How could he possibly take advantage of his friend… his prodege… but his sexual desire for the woman she had become skyrocketed. His pants agreed and prepared his older body, pulsing hot blood into his penis which in return signaled that, “We have lift off, Houston.” He struggled and fought the inappropriate response and he grunted trying to break free of this tangled mess of awkwardness.

Rachel quickly noticed that something was amiss and her face went bright red when she felt what was happening. Her heart rate escalated, her stomach literally overturned, the beer made it almost impossible for her to move as it churned over in her stomach and she, in some dull frustration, grabbed his shirt. 

It was happening too fast. She couldn’t work out if she felt sick because of her over consumption, or if the sexual tension was going to make her throw up. In moments one of them was going to give… either Jeffery was going to move, extracting himself from the mess of bodily contact or Rachel was – and at least one of the two of them had a bodily function that needed execution.

It was Jeffery, at the moment the desperate grasp Rachel made, who made the first move – the boldest, brazen move of his life. He grabbed her and kissed her. At first Rachel was relieved he hadn’t moved anymore – and then the horror, thrill, violation and overturning of her stomach. But like some minor relief she was suddenly on her back, okay, fine and Jeffery was on top of her with his tongue halfway to the back of her tonsils.

It felt marvelous, hot and active – the simple act of kissing was one of her favourites. And he went full force at her since she hadn’t broken it yet either. He was great at it, big shoulders laying in over her frame. They fenced tongues for half a second, moaned and she crinkled a little bit feeling the butterflies cool off her stomach and a new ache appear stretching from her nipples to her neither regions.

Any teenager knows it and any woman finds a way to feed it – and like an answer Jeffery complied by settling his weight right there. Her heart started pounding and a new sickness overcame the old. 

Like that the kiss was broken and Rachel opened her eyes and let out an earth shattering moan and her fingers knotted up in his shirt, and her nipples went instantly hard.

Jeffery had no idea where he was really. Completely in the hands of the devil, the blood left his brain and the function all of a sudden reverted – a libido jolt stole it like it can any man of any level of wisdom. He wasn’t powerless but her outcry made the difficulty in decision precise. He was separated by a few layers of fabric from all that reigned supreme in his world – a little girl, a girl a fraction of his age but one steeped in everything he was.

It was wrong, part of him uttered. Wrong why? Because this was taken advantage of a girl, someone so shaped by him his doing this could now destroy their relationship, the foundation of it, the very bridge they’d rode across carefully as mentor and student was being gapped by a carnal desire.

The reality was that Rachel, however, wasn’t stupid to it – she knew this, fantasized about it, loved it, thrilled it and kept it even amidst their controlled relationship. She was more than okay with it and smiled.

But Jeffery was going to bail; she could feel it in her guts. He had approached too fast and too hard in a situation too random. Like the tidal wave of a woman she was she rose her head up kissed him in compliance yet again and bucked her hips against his. An arm rose around his neck and she practically purred underneath him. A second later she broke away, writhed under him while she clung to him and said, very fast and very simply,

“I will let you do this so long as you know this: One, this does not change our relationship unless we say it does and two, you promise to do it again. I want you, Jeff.”

Somewhere, somehow the good angel of intentions got kicked off Jeffery’s shoulder at the motion of this girl, her hips, kisses, and words. He growled in utter, total frustration and pinned her there, “Agreed.”

Like that she felt the long skirt she wore was pulled down passed her knees and he moved just enough to undo his jeans and pull them down. He was completely unceremonious and totally desperate for her.

His shirt was ripped open exposing his chest and he quickly became naked from the waist down. He kissed her, sucked on her lip and put his weight down right on top of her so she could feel it and in the heat of the moment they didn’t care – she spread her legs out and he fell into place – no protection, no worries, heated writhing, hands up her shirt feeling, turning her nipples, molding her breasts.

Jeff moved quickly, parted her knees and poised his now throbbing and bare erection at the entrance of her young, exposed vagina, then pushed the tip of his tool between her pouting labia. He grabbed her head with his hands on either side, leaned into her and put his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her tongue deep inside his mouth, probing to meet his tongue once more.

He pushed his hips forward quickly causing the head of his cock to enter her slippery, young hole. Rachel’s head suddenly cocked backwards with her mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut, her face cringing with pure lust, and the sound of air escaping from her lungs as he pushed into her. Like a hot knife in butter he drove his steel shaft into her delicate, pink depths. She let out a screaming 'yes’ as the penetration hit home, rubbing her clit on the way in. She kicked off her skirt and panties to wrap her legs around his body. He had enough leverage that he hit her home every time, banging with the weight of a big man and a girth she’d never felt before. Her eyes lolled into the back of her head, her body not stopping to reply by squirming under him, bucking back and her entire slicked pussy clamping down on his unprotected cock.

Jeff had a look of pain on his face, as he tightly held her close to him. The feeling of the young girl’s wet tight pussy around his cock almost sent him over the edge immediately. The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt but he wasn’t a young man, he still had an element of control. The years of experience screamed at him to hold on, to relish their love making. He vowed to hold on and they both lay there, motionless, breathing heavily, their heads on each other’s shoulders, and ears locked together with his cock head buried inside her. Mentor and student were joined. The devil had intervened and wickedness engulfed them both.

He pulled her tighter to his body and thrust into her again, sending his manhood deeper into her cunt. He was still not completely sheathed inside his young lover but Rachel’s body quivered and shook uncontrollably as he held her in his arms. He teased her with his tip and probed with his dick between her wet folds of flesh. She stared into his eyes and shivered as another intense orgasm sparked from her uterus to her womb and then out to her small but perfectly formed titties. Her nipples felt like hot bullets and demanded his attention. He dutifully obliged, unbuttoned her top and sucked one into his mouth. 

She shuddered again as his fingers pulled and pinched on one nipple as his mouth sucked and bit on the other. Her blue eyes opened and searched his, lost in love and lust, as they both paused again, this time with his cock buried more deeply inside of her. She was totally out of control of her bodily reactions. She moaned and groaned with her face tightly pushed into his shoulder as each wave of orgasm crashed through her, from her pelvis to her spine, tingling all over. Her pussy now demanded his sex, she didn’t care about concequenses, she only wanted to belong to him.

Jeff felt her pussy tighten and release around his cock with each spasm of her climax. Her pussy muscles grasping at his big cock, trying to suck him in deeper. The feeling around his throbbing manhood was incredible. This beautiful young girl’s swollen tight vagina wrapped around his huge cock, cumming uncontrollably, preparing itself for the intercourse to come. As she was cumming, he felt the warmth of her juices squirt all over his cock with each pulse of her orgasm. Squirt after squirt, running over his cock and dripping down his legs. This was too much. He had to cum inside her. He had to give himself to her.

He opened her thighs wider and pulled her knees up to him so he could grab her ankles. With his hands on her ankles, he spread her legs apart, exposing her glistening labia with his half buried cock still inside it. It looked beautiful. It looked like destiny.

He stared at her with a look of pure lust. Rachel’s head tipped to the side, she shut her eyes with her hands still clinging to his neck. She was lost in her state of constant climax with his older, experienced cock inside of her. Do it - she whispered to herself.

Jeff needed no instruction. He was going to get his entire length of his penis into her and would pound her pretty vagina over and over until he came inside. He pulled his cock back slightly, with the head still inside, then pushed forward slowly so as to not hurt her. His phallus parted her slick flesh easily and her vagina welcomed his invasion. He kept pushing forward until she said something.

Four inches, five inches, then, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Rachel groaned with a sigh. Jeff’s cock was so thick it stretched her young pussy to the limits.

“Oh my God” Rachel said. “Oh … fuck … that feels soooo fucking good. Don’t stop, keep pushing” she said, as her head tipped back arching her back.

Jeff pushed forward, sending his cock another inch into her sweet tight young pussy.

“OOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” cried Rachel. “Fuck …. Fuck … Oh my God … hold it there … hold it there … I wanna feel it inside!” she groaned, as she felt another orgasm rip through her and on the verge of another one, but much more intense.

He held his cock there for a few seconds then pushed deeper into her, slowly, all the way to his heavy balls. His cock was totally buried inside of her and felt like a tight hose around it, squeezing it. He pushed his groin into her and held her tight, not moving. The feeling of her pussy around his cock blew his mind with lust as his balls hung loosely between her silky smooth thighs.

“Oh Rachel… you’re so… perfect!” He gasped.

“JEFF! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH … FFFFFUUCK” Rachel yelled. Then she groaned in a deep soft tone, “Ohhhh… Jeff…” and suddenly screamed into the room, “you feel SOOOOOO HUGE!!!!” with her head totally tipped backward away from him. Her hips pushing into his groin taking his entire cock to her cervix. Her back arched and her nipples, now like hot pokers, burned into his chest.

They both felt her body beginning to react violently, her pussy muscles beginning to contract around his cock again with short small pulses. Rachel began to moan the most erotic sounds he has ever heard come from a woman as she was cumming constantly on his cock.

He marvelled at the young woman pinned beneath him as she shuddered in ecstasy. He was twice her age but this… this was what he wanted. He wanted her. He had always wanted her… and now he wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck this sexy young woman, good, hard and fast, like she should be fucked. 

“Do it!” She whimpered under him, impaled by his fuck tool. He pulled his throbbing length back slowly until it reached the head, all the while Rachel’s body was jerking and quivering with the feeling of his snugly fitting cock pulling out of her. Then he prepared himself for the assault - they were going to have sex. Hot. Taboo. Life changing sex.

“Are you sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned for a moment, as he held himself above her petite frame. It was an obsurd question in hindsight, Rachel had her legs up with her feet on his shoulders, her finger tips idilly stroked his staining arms. Her body was ready for copulation, there was no other outcome possible.

“Do it, Jeff,” she said huskily as she bit her lip and braced herself for her breeding. Jeff wasted no more time and pushed his erection into her all the way to his balls, then pulled back. He repeated this for several minutes, relishing the sensations of such exquisite penetration, but not yet pounding into her. With each thrust forward, Rachel’s head would tip back and she would arch her back to meet his thrust, moaning and groaning and not saying anything that could be understood. He could feel hitting her cervix with each full thrust into her inviting flesh.

The smell of their sex hung in the air and they started to breath heavily as their bodies worked as one. Jeff’s experience shone through as he anticipated her needs and picked up his pace to thrust into her faster and harder, increasing until he was pounding her young snatch voraciously. He could not believe how tight and how sopping wet her pussy was, his cock sliding in and out of her hole with such ease. His manhood began to twitch, his testicles tingled, on the verge of a massive orgasm… but he was determined to make it last. This forbidden sex was about her, giving her the pleasure she deserved, fulfilling her needs before his own.

Rachel completely lost it while he pounded away, pistoning into her harder and faster. His balls swinging. Her tits jiggling. Her head was violently shifting from side to side with his assault on her, eyes closed and mouth open, screaming, “OH FUCK … OH FUCK … GOD … YESSSS .. FUCK ME … FUCK ME … AHHHHHHHHH … RIGHT THERE, THAT’S IT … YES JEFF … POUND MY PUSSY … MMMMMMMMM … OOOWWWAHH … AHHHHHHHHH … I’M CUMMING … I’M CUMMING … AHHHHHH .. ALL-OVER-YOUR-FUCKING-COCK … OH-MY-GOD … FUCK … FUCK … AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”.

Her young body reacted uncontrollably to his cock as he fucked her like a wild animal, violently convulsing, shaking and shivering while she climaxed again and again and again. Still he continued fucking her. Wave after powerful wave sparked and crashed through her body as his manhood hit the back of her cunt with each thrust. Her pussy muscles contracting and releasing, her strong spasms causing her fluids to squirt out like a constricted hose as he pushed forward making a, “sssppsssssssss, sssppsssssssss” sound as her nectar squirted out of her all over his abdomen and chest.

With each spasm and squirt, Rachel mewed, “AHHHH, AHHHH” as she raised her head up and pushed her hips forward and upward to intensify the orgasm.

She could not believe what his cock was doing to her, it felt so fucking amazing. Never had she cum this violently before. She loved being his submissive slut and wanted nothing more than to fuck like this for the rest of her life.

With Rachel’s body reacting the way it was, Jeff’s cock was swelling beyond belief and getting ready for the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. He kept bucking into her, pounding her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her into his tingling penis. Her tight young pussy wrapped around his cock, sucking it in, wanting his cum inside.

“Oh Fuck …. Oh Fuck … Rachel … I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum baby” he said, in a hasty voice between his heavy breaths. “I’m gonna cum inside you baby. I’m gonna give it to you … Do you want it, Rachel? … Do you want it? … Tell me baby.”

Rachel managed to yelp out a few words while caught up in her own continual onslaught of powerful orgasms. Her young cunt spasms were much closer together, making her voice very broken, only able to speak between each brief strong wave that made her head go back, body convulse, clench her teeth, and between each deep breath, “OH … YEAH … CUM … INSIDE-ME … FUCK … YEAH … I-NEED … YOUR … CUM … INSIDE … ME”.

Jeffery started thrusting wildly, grunted every time, eyes sparkling as he kissed her, gazing down on their rutting sexes and finding her forbidden flesh so utterly intriguing. It was hot, it was wicked and it was probably wrong somewhere in this world – but it meant everything to him.

She meant everything to him, and vise versa.

He fucked her forcefully, growling into high wails and screams, cries that echoed and thumped on the apartment floor for a good twenty minutes of sheer bliss and then like criminals, partners in crime, the two lovers arched their backs… and came. She felt it go first, the point of no return and a sudden jerk of her inner muscles contracting around his already twitching cock. She clamped down on him so god damn hard he felt himself shudder as he buried himself, his slit nuzzling against her open cervix.

He stopped and stared into her dilated blue eyes, his dick was swelling inside her vagina, over stimulated and ready to explode. Her quivering vaginal walls were slick and welcomed his lubricated penis into its folds. Her hold body seemed to vibrate around him, as she held her breath as she let herself go. She was in heaven, her mentor teaching her this one final lesson. Her whole being was in rapturous ecstasy and she squealed in delight. He looked hungrily upon her quivering breasts and with one hard push his penis fully penetrated her balls deep. He withdrew and ploughed into her fertile body, the second beastly push hitting the opening to her womb. He reached out and clenched her breasts under his palms, almost crushing them, while he let his masculinity lay on her – feeling his skin all over her, trapping her, making her ripe for insemination. He rocked with her body and shut his eyes in a tight grimace as his testicles tightened.

“Do it,” was all she said as the first shots of his semen streaked through his dick and splashed into his assistant’s vagina, filling her sex with the first jet of his hot, creamy ejaculate. He impaled himself inside her for a whole minute as he came in powerful spurts into her fizzing vagina. His sperm blasted against her receptive cervix and his seed flooded her womb. She felt it and he grunted seven times as he pumped seven streaks of himself deep inside her forbidden depths. Then, with them both seeing stars, he collapsed on top of her body as she twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Her world went black.

He gathered the last of his strength to rise from her. Their sweat and sex juices glistening on their skin. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples now exposed against his frame. Her eyes rolled a little more before they shut. He slicked out of her, a puddle of their love making left streaking his floor. Jeffery untangled himself from her limp limbs and gathered his woman into his arms. Carefully he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom placing her on the bed and stared in wonder and confusion at the girl he had made love to.

He dilligently cared for his lover, tucking her in before fetching her something to help rouse her from the sex and beer induced exhaustion. A pot of coffee brewed impatiently – this was the second one. When Rachel woke she moaned and he was there, coffee in hand. It was real. It was awkward and she remembered it all.

They looked deep into each other’s eyes once more. His heart seemed to stop. She could feel his spent jizz oozing from her well fucked pussy. The silence seemed to last an eternity but it was abruptly shattered after just a few seconds. She leaned in towards him and they kissed. His heart resumed beating… now for her… as it always should have been. His fingers got lost in her hair as she felt his thigh and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. He almost spilt her coffee everywhere.

It was all fabulous, well and good – except for the look of perplexion mixed with bliss etched upon Jeffery’s face. She smiled at his awkwardness as he sat there and some minutes later, as they sipped on the hot coffee, he looked at his young lover and asked,

“What, exactly, do you suppose we do now?”

The princess that she was smirked, “I’m game for round two actually.” As one they placed the coffee cups on the bedside table and fell into each other’s arms.

Girl On A Coastal Path (1893) by Edmund Blair Leighton (English, 1853-1922).

This young woman. Chiss young woman…

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