The following was a bit of an experiment I did with another writer
here on Asstr. We jointly wrote the story over several days.
(Whenever you see the "......" we switched writers.)
The female character is very loosely based on a much, much
younger me from many years ago but otherwise this is completely
fictional.
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Jack Sullivan sits in the company van of the cable provider he
works for. He's working solo, and checks today's work orders. He
looks to the mailbox of the house he's parked in front of, and
compares the address. He's got the right place. It should be a
fairly simple job. From the looks of the problem there's probably
just a loose wire somewhere.
He exits and walks up to the door. The 6'0 190 lb 27 year olds
toned body is in jeans, the red polo of his company, and a tool
belt. His Caucasian skin is lightly tanned. He has sandy brown
hair and green eyes.
...........
Young Twyla has just turned 16 years old and has entered her
junior year at the local high school. She's home today - her
cover being a swollen ankle from a track meet over the weekend -
though magically she experienced a full recovery from her injury
as soon as the 'rents left for work. Now she's kicking back in
the living room watching a pirated semi-dirty old funny movie on
VHS that she found in her dads drawer, and trying to do some
homework that has put her to sleep twice and it threatening to do
it again.
Twyla is 5'1", 104 pounds - a perfect runners body hampered by a
rack that is slightly too big for her frame. There's some
American Indian in her ancestry with darker hair made lighter by
lots of time outdoors and a suntan built from a summers training
on the school track. She's bored, a bit bothered by some of the
adult content on the movie...
...........
The ringing doorbell echoes through the house, briefly loud
enough to be heard over the movie.
Outside Jack double checks his work form, making sure he has the
right address. He'll wait another minute.
...........
Shaking herself awake, Twyla jumps up to grab the door. Her mom
has a rule about not opening the door for strangers when she's
alone- which is always good enough reason to open the door and
see who's there.
Only once she's yanked it open does she glance back to see that
yet another one of *those* moments has arrived on the video.
Dueling big boobed blondes are seeing who can smother a guy first
with their bared sweater kittens. She chokes down a gasp and a
giggle and decides to ignore the whole display.
"So hi there stranger, what brings you to darken our door?"
...........
Just around the corner, Jack can't see the display. He offers a
friendly and even handsome smile, especially one for a stranger.
In his work clothes, it's obvious who he represents, his eyes
fall to his clipboard then up to the girl.
"I've got a service call here; I'm looking for David or
Veronica?"
She greeted him in a friendly and unique way, but Jack decides he
should stay professional to start.
.........
Twyla notices the stiff and professional attitude of her visitor.
Being a teenager, she has contempt for authority and a lack of
respect for social conventions simply because it seems to annoy
her elders.
"Well, if you were looking to service David and Veronica, you'll
have to come back later as they are both out."
She smiles when she realizes that sounds a bit dirty though she
hadn't intended it to be when it flew out of her mouth...
"Seriously though, my parents are both at work I don't know
anything about a service call, though mom does seriously have a
screw loose."
...............
The repairman cracks a smile at the teen's attitude.
"Well I still get paid to come out here, no matter how long the
drive. I guess they'll have to pay me twice."
The more he speaks, the more it shows he carries a bit if an
accent from somewhere east.
"You *are* still having issues, though, right?"
..................
Twyla laughs... "Oh we have issues aplenty in this house, no
doubt." She glances back to see the blondes and their boobs
have thankfully left the tv screen, and just as suddenly realizes
that she's still in her PJ's and not wearing her Boulder holders.
God, could one trip answer the door get more embarrassing?
"Come on in and go to it. Don't mind me."
She opens the door completely to let the repairman in and turns
her back to him as she runs to turn off the VCR. In doing so she
realizes that she's probably traded a booby show for a display of
her thin young runner's ass. Her summer weight pajama bottoms are
shorts made of thin yellow material and the panties underneath
are showing through like a big baby blue triangle.
Geez, her new boyfriend hasn't seen as much of her body as this
guy has.
...............
Jack can be professional, but he's still a male. With her sudden
turn, he can't help but notice the slight bounce of an ample
breast. They sit high on her chest and seem to be braless. The
youthful look of her face explains why, her young body is
unaffected by gravity.
And then, after her turn, his eyes glance to her bottom. They
need to glance a long way, the girl is a bit on the short side,
but its worth to see a toned bottom.
He steps inside, but only inside the threshold, he doesn't follow
the girl.
"Oh, um...well...see if they aren't around, I can't do the work,
company policy, y'know?"
...................
"No - you can work... I'm sick of not having tv. I've been
watching whatever video tapes I can find while the cables out."
She glances back at the tv and then at the man she's allowed into
the house. "I found that in my dad's drawer - I guess I
understand why it was hidden."
Afraid the man really will leave; Twyla decides to put the
attitude in check for a bit. "I can sign for the work when
you're done and I know where the problem is - it's a broken box
up in the parents' bedroom. I'll lead you up there if you don't
mind the mess."
In a move to make the decision for this guy, she takes her first
steps up the stairs and looks back from about 8 steps up. Not
being a stupid as she looks, she knows that he's probably looking
straight up the sides of her shorts, but he saw her underwear
anyway through the fabric. (Men can be awfully easy to
manipulate sometimes. They think with such a small head most of
the time.)
"I'll show you where it is. Grab your tools and follow me."
....................
Being no stranger to women, Jack sees the nice act she's putting
on. She must really want the work done.
He walks upstairs, trying to step lightly in his heavy work
boots. He joins her at the top.
"Ok, if it's quick, I'll take care of it for you"
This house is a little too far out of the way, a return trip
would be a big annoyance.
.......................
Entering her parents' bedroom, Twyla was yet again reminded by
why she was always so embarrassed by them.
Dad's perfect suits were hung perfectly in his side of the closet
with a perfect personal pants press and one of those little
special hangers for his perfectly hung neckties, each more boring
than the last. Rows of polished shoes were placed carefully by
color and above stiff white shirts were hung evenly and with an
almost mechanical precision exactly an inch apart. It was all
testaments to the anal retentive nature of her semi-autistic but
high functioning father.
Mom's clothes, on the other hand, were strewn all over the floor
in the bedroom and bath. It was an odd collection of short
shorts, halter tops, and other semi-whorish attire worthy of
someone half her age. Her work on a catering truck delivering
sandwiches to the farm hands and highway workers didn't pay well
without the tips that came from a glimpse of skin and mom had
learned to work that angle with all the shame of a pole dancer
and the wardrobe of a hooker.
A lace bra hung from the door knob into the bathroom and another
from the door out to the hallway. A pair of cutoffs lay next to
the bed with an interior layer of panty that looked like it was
skinny enough to also be used as dental floss, both dropped where
she removed them the night before when she stumbled drunkenly to
bed. (Any amateur detective could surmise that Mom slept
commando.)
The bed was unmade and looked like a war zone as always. She
thought briefly about asking the service man if he had anything
in his toolbox that might make the bed squeak less but decided
against it. She was just glad that there was no baby oil or
Vaseline sitting on the bedside table as she'd seen it there
before.
"The TV is there in the corner and the cable box is behind it
where it fell the other night. I bet that's where the wires went
wonky." She said, slightly pleased with herself for the little
rhyme. "You'll have to excuse the mess. Mom's been a little
busy doing other things for the last 16 years or so."
Twyla plopped onto the bed happy to have something to watch other
than the trucks driving by on the state highway and the corn
growing beyond, even if it was just an adult with an oddly alien
edge to his voice. Intrigued, Twyla slid her feet up onto the
bed and looked at the man she had invited in. "So you aren't
from around here are you?"
Realizing once again that the girls were uncaged she put her
hands behind her head in order to keep them standing at
attention. (They were still a fairly new addition to her frame
and while they made it a pain in the ass to run cross country,
she had quickly figured out that they could be used to hold the
attention of just about anyone carrying a penis around.)
Measuring up her bedroom visitor, he wasn't a bad looking man,
and seeing her reflection in the mirror above the bureau behind
him, she decided she looked like a very bad girl indeed...
..........................
After walking in, they split. The girl to the bed, the man toward
the tv
"Oh it's ok, I don't judge. I've seen worse. Way worse. I've
seen....*things*. Your house is fine"
He flashes a friendly smile after a joke that's not dirty, but
has a slight naughtiness to it if she wants to take it that way.
That is, if she's mature enough to.
A fallen cable box is a good reason for the trouble. Jack needs
to check out behind the unit, and in order to slide behind there
he removes his heavy tool belt, his arm bulges as he puts it
down.
"Good ear. I'm from out east, way more out east"
He slides behind the tv and uses the opportunity, while half
hidden, to peep at the girl. Her face is young and pretty,
looking definitely under 18, even if parts of her physique
disagree.
............................
Twyla knows this is a bit of a line - she's been in friend's
houses that look like disaster areas and she's said the same
thing. "Oh, no Mrs. Wilson, the trash and dirty socks on the
living room carpet and the week old dishes in the sink are no big
deal." The lies we tell people to be polite.
It's not the clothing on the floor that really bothers her though
really - heck her own bedroom looks like a laundry bomb went off
in it - it's the dichotomy of it all. Dad's need for neatness
contrasted with mom's batshit insanity and explicit sexuality. It
makes it all seem so surreal.
It's the kind of thought she's been having a lot lately and kind
of disturbing - just thinking of her own mom as a sexual being
and knowing she shares a bedroom and a bed with dad. Disturbing,
but thought provoking in a prurient way and it sure explains some
of the other things she found in dads drawer.
She decides to file this idea away for later review.
Back to the man candy though - a new way she's thinking of him
now as she's getting a better view. He definitely has a bit of a
beefcake quality with the kind of muscles that true athletes
have. (This guy isn't a gym rat - he's done something
competitively and knows how to push himself. She loves that
quality.) He's definitely got it going on under that shirt and
probably below the pants as well.
The crisp eastern tone of his voice - so different than the
slightly nasal monotone of just about everyone she's ever talked
to and more like the words she hears on TV - has a ring to it
that begins in her ear and resonates somewhere just south of her
panty line.
Absentmindedly, she extracts yet another of mom's bras from the
tangled bed linens and holds it up. A light peach color and made
of a slippery and pleasant to the touch cloth that shines
slightly in the light. It would be beautiful if not for the
stains.
If she could she would steal her mom's undies and wear them
sometimes, but the mom was a bit more petite in the areas where
it counted. She might be able to fit in some of moms dental
floss dainties if she really wanted a string up her ass all day
(the very thought she found revolting) but trying to fit her
amble boob into mom's smaller b cup would be like trying to park
a grapefruit in a Dixie cup.
She realizes that she's holding up mom's lingerie as she was
giving a show to the tv guy and realizes that might not be a good
idea. He is a stranger in her house and they are in mom's
bedroom. Then again, it might also be just the right thing....
On a whim, she turns the bra around and sits up then holds it up
to herself as if trying it on in the mirror. Obviously too small,
it does serve to lift and separate her boobs which is a plus. She
shifts her upper body to see the fit from all angles before
losing control and giggling. She lays back against the headboard
again and in doing so shifts where she's been sitting towards the
center of the bed.
"Fuck," she thinks to herself. "Is that a fucking wet spot? Did
I really just sit in a wet spot on my parent's bed?" Ewwww.
..................
The repairman smirks, amused at the sight. On shopping trips to
the mall, he'd see the apparel spin-off store next to the famous
undergarment chain. Victoria might be keep fancy things more
secret but next door everything is out in the open. Jack wouldn't
call it hypocritical, but the dichotomy of 'oh no she's too young
to be looked upon sexually' compared a store where panties are
kept in a large common bin, and the clientele of teens and Tweens
and an occasional college girl hold up panties with 'statements'
on them. Statements which only serve to complicate the
national...
It's a thought that enters and exits his head in the blink of an
eye. Nothing is complicated here, it's just a simple repair job
that he technically shouldn't be doing but is because of the
friendly nature of the girl, who is the reason he shouldn't.
There's definitely an extra friendly vibe he's picking up from
the girl, although he's not 100% sure what the game is. He's no
narcissist, but he does know he keeps in good shape. Experiences
with a respectable number of women have convinced him that he is
appealing to the opposite sex. So what does he have here? Is she
working up to something to brag about to her friends? "Ohmygod I
put a bra over my shirt and he said I was pretty!"?
Well, she *is* pretty. He'll play along and give her whatever
thrill she's looking for. He steps out from behind the TV set and
reaches down into his bag. He sees her eyes follow, betting she's
wondering what strong tool he'll heft up to complete his work.
Alas, all he needs is a small hex wrench. He holds it with two
fingers and smiles then uses it to gesture to the mirror, and her
'display', before turning back to the wires
"I'm here for the cable...I mean, that's what I *know*...but I'm
pretty sure it fits better under the shirt"
............................
Twyla loves the man's comment. Nothing overtly sexual, just
recognition of her doing something obviously provocative. If the
guys her own age were this calm cool and collected, dating inside
the local gene pool would be lots more interesting.
"Well, that's not the way mom wears them... Not half way
anyway... If at least half a cup isn't visible her tips won't buy
a newspaper at the end of a day." She scowls at herself a bit --
this isn't really about mom and her slutty attire. This is about
her and attention he's paying to her ... well that and slutty
attire.
She decides to the get over her mommy complex and switches gears
saying "You really think I could fit into this?" She holds it
up to herself again - this time taking a moment to smooth the
cups around her bosoms in a clear show of how much bigger she is
than that cup size. Well, let me try."
She bounces off to the bathroom moving fast to avoid her
embarrassment that her ass is damp - she thinks from the dampness
of the bed stain though to be honest she's not 100% sure. There
does seem to be some accumulating humidity in her panty area.
Once inside she closes the door and thinks to herself (not for
the first time) "holy fuck T, what have you gotten yourself into
this time? When did you decide to play cock teaser?"
The dye, though, is seemingly cast and it's either step out with
the girls penned in or slink out feeling foolish, and being
outrageous has always been more fun than being safe.
The jammie top comes off and she tries to maneuver herself into
the small vanilla colored cups, but finds the narrow straps make
her look a bit fat because of the way they cut into her sides.
It looks sloppy - not sexy - and maybe even a bit like she's got
a weight problem instead of just over sized hoots.
Looking around she finds yet another bra on the ground similar in
color though very different in size and it looks much better on -
the spillage happening around the top and sides with also a bit
of an under-boob affect she quite likes. Sexy. Slutty even. The
look is very much "Watch out as they are building up pressure and
about to make a break for it" rather than just "Big girl in a
small bra." Her nips are poking out like puppy noses too. If
she could find a bikini top like this, she might even wear it.
Turning around in the bathroom mirror, she realizes the seat of
her jammies are wet and wonders if Mr. CableCandy spotted the
problem when she had flounced into the bathroom. Removing them
she is surprised to see the dampness has soaked all the way
through.
Glancing around she sees a load of clean laundry stacked in a
laundry basket and rummages for replacement coverage, finding a
pair of her own panties that more or less match the bra, a pair
of daisy duke cutoffs, and a matching "hillbilly halter." (A
hillbilly halter is a button down sleeveless blouse which cuts
off at the mid drift and "ties" at the bottom.)
She slips them both on and likes the affect - kind of a cross
between Ellie May Clampett and Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. Enough
of the bra shows to make it look like she did the wardrobe change
and her legs and ass look awesome.
It might just be a good idea to raid mom's closet once in a while
after all.
She runs her fingers through her hair, silently thanks the gods
that she's showered and shaved her leg hair lately, and opens her
door to what she decides might be a fun adventure. She re-enters
the bedroom with a smile and a slight shutter...
....................
As Jack looks up to her, the TV suddenly clicks into action, and
the sound of the program startles them both. He comes around the
side of it and turns the power off and once again they are in
silence.
He stands in front of the tv, fingering the wrench as he gives
her a once-over. His eyes travel down once, and back up. His
mouth and eyes both show a smile.
"You know, I didn't actually doubt you *could* dress...I'll blame
myself, you country girls can't always pick up sarcasm"
It's a moderately risky gambit. It could be taken as an insult,
or a tease about their differences. Jack is hoping that the tone
of his voice conveyed the fact he's just trying to have fun with
the girl.
....................
Twyla feels at first a bit insulted and belittled - she's
actually been pretty bold and had guessed the man would enjoy the
give and take. The remark stings for a second like a slap across
the face, but recovery is quick.
Once again she reminds herself this is a man, not a boy, he's
probably being more judicious with his words that the boys at the
high school. Either he's really not interested or he's REALLY
interested. She's not really sure and honestly she's not 100%
sure she's interested either. God, someday she's going to have
to learn to think before she acts.
My, what a tangled web we weave. Where to go from here? She
decides to push her luck a bit - there's a whole thing going on
here and she's got all the time in the world to see what it is.
This is her turf after all, and a few end games are clear. He
can put his tool away and scamper back to his truck, or make some
bullshit excuse about having to do a whole check on the system to
make sure all is well to buy some time with her, or maybe
something in between. Worst case she can scream rape at the top
of her lungs and the busybody next store will probably call the
local keystone cops, but she doesn't really see that as a viable
option.
Twyla sits back down on the bed and looks at him with the kind of
look she's practiced a few times in the mirror. She'd like to
say it's a smoldering look but she just doesn't have the eyes or
maturity to really pull that off. Instead it signals a pretty
good "Are you fucking serious? Because boy you are fucking up!"
kind of look. That would have to do.
"One other thing we country girls know is what bullshit looks
like, and I smell a bit of it wafting over from you." She cracks
a smile and gets up on her knees on the bed, striking a "tits
forward" pose. "You might have known these would fit, but I
didn't. It was so tight I might not even be able to get them back
out."
She acts first and thinks second - which is actually one of her
favorite pastimes - and unbuttons the single button on the blouse
and lets the slip knot fall open. Her breasts expand from their
confinement and do a good job of saying hello by themselves, but
she grabs the little tie ups and opens the blouse farther to
really let them be seen.
She once again looks at herself in the mirror above the bureau
and is kind of shocked to see that while both of her boobs are
still confined, one of them has re-arranged itself and is mostly
out of the bra. Her left nipple - probably standing out
straighter and harder than it should be - is half out.
She is slightly embarrassed but what is done is done, and she
decides to go with it. "Well, looks like I'm wrong - they
definitely aren't stuck in there." She makes a move to tuck
herself back in when the front latch of the bra pops open
completely. The laws of gravity and velocity take their course.
................
When the girl came out of the bathroom dressed as she was, Jack
was pretty sure the story had changed from a girl telling her
friends 'I can't believe he said that!' to 'I can't believe I did
that!". However, he has a feeling the story will end up being one
that she could only tell her friends if they're a very
understanding group.
The laws of physics, aided by a theory of well-worn
undergarments, equals a catastrophic failure of the bras security
systems.
And he finds no problem with that. The young girl's tits are
amazing.
He noticed a photo of Mom on the wall. Pretty, nice body, and
he'd probably do her, but that's all a passing thought. Her
daughter is situated before him, with shirt and bra open and big
round tits sitting superbly high on her chest. Her body doesn't
have any sag.
He sees her bite her lip as he approaches. Amazingly, they both
look down at her globes at the same time. Discretely, Jack is
unbuckling his belt, and undoing the snap at the top of his
jeans. His closed zipper will keep his pants up in the meantime,
but this'll allow them to move faster when it's time to get his
cock out. By now he assumes that'll happen.
But first he attends to her. His hands are large and strong, but
are also still clean and un-callused. He closes them around her
breasts, one on each, and fondles the young flesh. His thumbs
press on her tiny pink nipples.
All women are different, and he's about to find out if she's
sensitive up top and will like it, or if this will be a quick
prelude to something else. Either will be fine, he schedule two
hour for this repair job.
.......................
So many "oh my Gods" in so little time. The weirdness of playing
with man candy and letting things go so far so fast. The wardrobe
malfunction. Now a man latched onto her before she's had a chance
to process exactly what might be going on.
This was going to be great.
She was already enjoying the attention of a set of hands on her
boobs without the usual layer of clothing between the hand and
her skin. (Allowing a trip to second base was not something she
did with any frequency, and the first time ever without being at
least slightly drunk or high.)
As he moved towards her she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Part
of her thought kiss, while another was hoping to feel those lips
on her nips. Directing where his mouths attention would go
seemed to be something that she might be able to direct, an idea
that provided quite a spark in her libido as she began to realize
the implications. This was a man - not a boy - and one that
seemed like he had some worldliness about him. She might be able
to get him to do... that.
Deciding a kiss was exactly not what she wanted - or at least not
yet - she grabbed his head and pushed it lightly to her bosoms,
where his mouth started to work on her hard nubbin-like nipple
with a naught enthusiasm. She let her arms fall and with them the
open bra and blouse fell away to the bed.
She had been completely topless with a few boys before - but
usually only after pawing hands have made a knotted mess of her
sweater, blouse and bra during lengthy and athletic make-out
sessions. Just starting this session half naked was so much
different. She felt free in a way that she hadn't really known
was possible.
His hands were roaming all along her body in a delicious dance
and she was lost in the movement. The way he slid his warm hand
across the skin of her back and belly was intoxicating and
coupled with the attention of his mouth she found herself
mentally off balance. When his hands moved to unbutton her short
shorts she was completely unprepared for it and she was too
startled to even object when they slid down her legs with her
panties in tow.
This was completely untraveled territory for the young girl.
.......................
To Jack, when she pulled her breasts away from his oral attention
she in turn pushed her hips forward. The miscommunication had no
negative effect as he feels her butt rise to assist him with the
final removal of any clothing the girl has left.
Her breasts fall naturally on her chest, as expected. Seeing her
flat smooth midsection go into what looks like a very smooth
private section is a pleasure to see. He can't see everything
just yet, however. The girl keeps what's left of her modesty by
keeping her slim thighs closed. Her legs only part below the
knee, calves and feet apart.
It's no worry right now; he feels the need to even the score. He
pulls his polo off, revealing a strong, lightly haired up top,
chest. It takes him an awkward moment to kick off his boots, and
he fills the moment by keeping contact with her hungry eyes.
Once barefoot, he drops trou. Jack is in a navy colored pair of
jockey shorts. The thick jeans hid what he had, but the jockeys
show off a quite-sizable bulge.
It's the first moment where something automatic didn't happen,
where someone needs to make a decision and place and order or
request. A potentially tricky moment.
He lightly puts his hand on her bare foot, holding his vision on
her upper legs to make sure she sees where he is gazing, then
looks up.
"Open them for me"
........................
Okay, big, big decision ahead and it had to be made in a few
split seconds. What to do?
She had been saving herself for a while now and had set herself
the goal of waiting for a long term boyfriend or maybe at least
junior prom. She had pissed off a few boyfriends along the way to
hold that line. (A few hand jobs, a drunken "boob job" that
didn't go far, and one incredibly awkward and amateurish attempt
and at oral sex had helped, but eventually a boy was just a boy
and wanted what he wanted.)
Now in a manner of minutes she'd dressed up like a slut for
presentation, been undressed like a toy in a manner of moments,
and now a man was holding her ankle basically telling her it was
time to open up and say "aahhh." No romance. No birth control.
This was fucking insane.
Everything here was wrong and yet her body was screaming fuck
yeah.
She quickly went through a mental checklist and decided offering
up a hand job or blowie wasn't going to get it done this time.
This was a "go - no go" decision and it was time to make it.
Somewhere within the whole "tearing my clothes off" timeline she
had moved a hand to her V - a purely instinctual move of the kind
that happens when you are taking a shower and someone jiggles the
door knob to the bathroom. Quickly touching herself she realized
she was already soaking wet and that seemed to make the decision
for her.
Still the whole big boss man move had made her a bit confused -
submissiveness had never been part of her nature and she wasn't
sure she liked it yet. The hand wasn't moving though - and
instead her legs did. Spreading them wide so he could see the
almost obscenely close trim she had maintained to look good in
her swimsuit all summer, she was absolutely sure she felt a small
trickle of liquid slide down from her cooter and thru the crack
of her ass where it soaked into the bed. How fucking
embarrassing that she was already so wet.
Looking first to the bulge in his underwear and then into his
eyes, she used the only words she could think of to try to regain
a feeling of control.
"You cum in me and I swear to God I will rip your balls off."
..................................
He doesn't balk at the threat.
"Good heads up"
Then his jockeys come off and his manhood is unveiled. His
phallus engorged and swollen, a stiff rod of circumcised flesh
sticking straight out from his short trimmed pubic hair. Jack is
comfortable with his size, he's knows it's a touch above average
but not anything legendary. He wonders what her young eyes see in
it.
He climbs up on the bed and positions himself over her. He gets
between her legs, but does it slowly. His cock isn't near her
hole yet. He decides to give her the chance to grab him, and
engage in other foreplay.
The girl seems to be moving quickly to the main event, and he'd
comply happily, but there are always appetizers.
..........
So there it was. She'd seen a few - she shouldn't be shocked -
but there was always something about seeing one live. (Guys
probably felt the same about boobies.) It's just a bit hypnotic
to watch it as it moves around - a bit "other" compared to the
rest of a man's body. His had the helmet which she thought was
so cute and not so scary.
(She'd heard that some of them look like a snakes head or
something and that sounded gross.)
He was slow on his approach. Was he fucking posing or something?
She realized he might be just as enamored with looking at her
down there as she was with him. There might be something there
worth pursuing.
She knew that some guys did with their mouths what she was
periodically pressured to do with hers - only hers was an "in-ny"
instead of an "out-y." It had always been something she'd kind
of dreamed about. A tongue in there seemed kind of friendly and
maybe there was a way to make it happen with this man. (The boys
she went with certainly wouldn't do it.). Despite the fact that
she knew there was an ocean bubbling up already, she decided to
give it a shot. Worst case he'd ignore her.
"Wait wait.....I'm not wet enough yet. Can you make me wetter?"
She licked her lips and looked down at him as it to imply that
what goes around might come around. "You're so big I don't know
if I'll be able to handle it unless you do."
She put an arm around his neck and gave the kind of gentle little
push she'd gotten a few time in her life and hoped he wasn't as
good at failing to take the hint as she often was. If this was
going to be an evening of first, getting her pussy licked was
definitely one of those things she wanted to be able to detail in
her diary later.
................................
She was wet enough, he's sure of that, BUT Jack is not sure to
eat down at the Y. He flashes back an immediate smile, letting
her know there's approval there. Then he readjusts his position.
He could just slide down and lay on his stomach down there. But
that would only allow her access to his head. It'd be a shame not
to let her having something to play with. So he slides his body
out to her side, head to foot. Their bodies aren't completely
parallel. If this was geometry class, their bodies are probably a
45 degree angle. Anyways, the end result is that Jacks head finds
its way between the teen runner's thighs, and his own 'parts' are
well within her reach.
With her smaller size, her body is easy to move. With hands on
hips, he turns her bottom half onto its side. It leaves her body
turned, as her shoulders are still on the mattress, but he
figures she'll find a way to get comfortable.
He wraps his arms around her legs and grabs her ass, pulling her
puss into his mouth. He's not shy and immediately gets his tongue
working in an around her young slit. He pokes it in, rubs it on,
and slides it up to press her clit, listening for reactions of
what she likes.
It isn't a full 69, not yet. She could reach over to stroke him,
but couldn't yet place her lips on him. He holds her bottom half
solidly, but is receptive to her movements, feeling for any
pushes or pulls she may want.
...................
Twyla can't remember the first time she ever had chocolate, or
felt a cool breeze on a hot day, or any of 100's of things he
enjoys that make life worth living, but she'll always remember
the first time that tongue ran across her widespread sex. It was
so much better than her boyfriend's probing fingers and even
better than her own during masturbation. This was definitely
something she was going to make a habit of.
At first she thought it was weird that he didn't just get down
there like they do in the movies (though you only ever see the
back of his head between the actresses legs in the shot.) But
once he got into position it made sense. Their bodies didn't fit
together right for a complete "69" thingie but she understood
that maybe at some point the bodies would shift again and then it
would be her turn to return the oral sex favor.
She didn't mind the idea of putting that cock in her mouth - in
fact she actually found the idea exciting. She'd used a "binkie"
(pacifier) until she was practically in kindergarten, and really
did know how many licks it took to get to the center of a tootsie
pop as the candy was something of a passion for her when she grew
up. (As coincidence, she had recently found love for the
pacifier again as she learned that when you go to a rave on XTC
you practically need one or you'll grit your teeth till they
break.) Sucking a cock was something she'd been training for her
whole life - she had only avoided it because she didn't like the
way boys would try to make her feel like she owed it to them.
She knew sperm came from the same hole guys pee with and that did
bother her if she let herself think about it. It also did seem to
have the same consistency as someone else's spit, but she'd
gotten a bit in her mouth the last time and it wasn't THAT weird.
It was certainly better than a guy's tongue probing around in her
mouth which she still considered kinda gross though she'd learned
to like it anyway.
After just a few minutes, thinking about any of this was no
longer an option anyway.
She's played with his cock as much as she could before she
started losing concentration and started to just hold on for dear
life. That fucking tongue was making its way into places on her
body she never even knew were there and also a few she knew were
there but never thought she'd feel a tongue touch.
It was her first real orgasm not triggered by her own fingers and
it caught her by delicious surprise. (She'd thought it was an
orgasm when her boyfriend and her had been fooling around that
time and he had his hands down her jeans, but it turns out that
was just the beginning of how good it could feel.) She felt
like her body started tingling at her pussy and suddenly that
tingle surged up and blew through the back of her head. She
almost fainted at first, and then just started flailing as the
pleasure of his mouth got to be too much and she literally had to
fight to move her sex away from it.
She wound up with his cock literally in her face after the shift
of bodies - his balls were practically on her chin, and the way
his cock has slid up the base of her know so that the tip was on
her forehead was almost comical. She didn't immediately move
away and for some reason felt a need to reach out and suck his
balls into her mouth sack. She had no idea where the fuck that
idea had come from but he seemed to like it. She felt a few
small drops of viscous liquid actually spurt out onto her neck.
Feeling silly and whimsical she took a moment to actually lift
each with her tongue and roll them around a bit just because why
the fuck not. After spitting them out slowly once by one she
adjusted her body and moved her mouth up the shaft and licked the
head of it. There was that taste again... She decided that
swallowing a bit of that if she had to wouldn't be that bad.
She moved her body out to a bit of an angle at first just like he
had, but decided for what she was doing that was going to be all
wrong. She actually really wanted to do this but just
instinctively felt this position was all wrong, so she rolled off
the bed and pulled him with her as much as she could. She landed
on her knees and that was perfect (he was more of less straddling
the bed.) Looking up into his eyes as she knelt down and
swallowed his cock seemed like the rightest thing she had ever
done....
...........................
"Uhhhmmmmm yessss"
Mike gives some immediate positive reaction as she slides down to
blow him. Honestly, he felt pride in making her cum. Some girls
are too reserved to let loose. He's glad his oral skills could
push her past her threshold. He's also glad that she knew that
his cunnilingus meant she was sucking cock today.
The youngster is showing some valiant effort too. Thankfully, she
not to actually suck and not blow, during a blowjob. Her teeth
stay off his shaft and...
He notices she's starting to rock her body as her head bobs, her
boobs shaking slightly. Then she hits the right spot.
"Fuck. Fuck yes. Just like that, suck me like that...don't stop,
don't stop"
He brushes back her brown hair and leaves his hand cradling her
head. He restrains himself from forcing her head down, instead
just giving gentle pressure to let her know her *wants* this.
....................
Jack slides off of the bed and looks his bed mate over. They
don't need to exchange any words, he has his warning and she's
broadcasting exactly what she wants him to do to her. An offer
like this isn't given usually, again with the shy girls making
him take. Everyone once and a while it's nice to see a Giver.
He steps behind her. She keeps her eyes on him until the angle is
too much, and she turns forward to view the scene on a mirror
across the room. Ohhh is this why she went with the 'over the
bed' position? What a minx. He runs open hands down her back, her
thin physique showing her shoulder bones and spine. Not too bony
though, especially when he gets to her toned ass, which gets
rubbed and squeezed.
Next his cock, wet with her spit, is rubbing on it. he presses it
up against the cheeks and takes the shaft in his hand to direct
it, letting the tip run down her crack, making her shiver.
Finally it gets to her young hole. He nudges it inside, the tip
popping in, aided by the lubrication of her arousal. He slowly
works himself deeper, not wanting to use *too* much of his
strength yet, wanting her body to adjust to his size.
He gives some pleasure short moans, honest ones. She feels
good...this is going to be good...then he realizes she may have a
hymen...and he may hit it very soon.
...........................
She feels him lining it up and it feels like slow motion. Like
watching the pitcher when she played JV softball - an agonizingly
slow windup and then suddenly everything speeds up in a blink.
Every small touch was registered - the way he slid his cock
across her ass touching her forbidden parts before sliding across
her kitty. By the time he started to actually sink himself into
her, she was practically ready to reach back and pull him in.
She knew it was going to be a stretch - she had never tried
anything big. (Her mom's vibrator once, but it wasn't much
thicker than the batteries insides - which were AA's. This was
more like D batteries or more.) As he slowly entered she felt
herself wincing from the combined pleasure and pain. She was so
wet that she knew instinctively that stretching wouldn't be a
problem, but at some point he hit a wall inside her and that did
hurt.
Or it did at least for a moment. Then it was gone. The pain was
was gone. Her "innocence" was gone. And now that she wasn't
innocent anymore, she decided it was really time to be naughty.
She wanted to enjoy this.
She realized he was still tentative in his movements. He was
probably smart enough to know what he'd done and might feel a
need to be a little easy on her. Fuck that. She felt herself
thrust backwards at him almost involuntarily, quickly taking
everything he had to offer and okay that was maybe a bad idea.
Just for a second there she was seeing stars. She decided to
let him take back over the rhythm of the movement and buried her
head in the mattress. The grunting and gasping sounds she was
making that were both lewd and slightly embarrassing.
What is next Twyla thought? Will I start screaming and mouthing
dirty talk full of f'words like some bad porno soundtrack?" She
giggled to herself for a moment, thinking about what they might
sound like coming from her mouth.
While she daydreamed about the filth she might utter, she
mindlessly moved her hand between her legs and her fingers around
his big cock as he thrust. She wanted to feel him moving in and
out of her and did. The movement in her had somehow made it all
the sexier.
Before she realized it the words she imagined she might say were
coming out of her mouth for real, filled with gasps and grunts
and words like "fuck me." Sometimes it was a command. Sometimes
it was a simple acknowledgement of what was going on or a
statement of encouragement like something a cheerleader might
utter one the varsity sidelines. Before long, it was like a
little prayer repeated over and over with each thrust.
........................................
The girl can take a dick well, there's no doubt. He's not exactly
giving her the 'full' amount, bottoming her out didn't look too
pleasurable. However, what Mike is giving her being delivered
fast and strong, pushing her body into the bed.
Mike decides to change that, to see more of her. First she pushes
her legs closed. Her thighs shut below his cock but he continues
pistoning into her.
"Mmmm fuck you've got a tight little cunt."
He returns her dirty talk as they take another few minutes in
this position. Then Mike reaches forward. His hand grasps her
upper arms and pulls them back, lifting her up body off the bed.
Pulling her arms behind her body causes her breasts to push out,
leaving her looking like the topless woman carved into the now of
a ship. Mike slides his cock out some and plunges back in. Her
breasts bounce. He does it again, and slow decent and quick
reentry accompanied by her bounce.
Then he returns to his previous rate of speed, thrusting his hips
against her ass. In his grasp, her body has nowhere to retreat to
and the main attractions in the mirror are her pert young
breasts jiggling up and down like in a porno film.
...................
Now here's a position she never thought of - there will probably
be a lot of pleasant surprises like this going forward. Not only
is his cock hitting all the right spots but it's making her
boobies bounce and looking fabulous. (If she was admiring any
other girls bodies the way she is admiring herself, she'd feel
like a lesbian.)
The way he's holding her arms back is kind of aggressive - but
she somehow kind of like that. She likes the way he's tossing
her around like a ragdoll - none of her "boy" friends would ever
have the confidence to do that.
Having no choice in the matter right now but to just take the
ride as it comes, she continues her mindless little whimpers of
"fuck me" and accepts her role as a fuck puppet. No action
required on her part.
Her mind wonders to when he will come and where. On her face? On
her back? On her dads pillow? She wants to this to be a
memorable experience to end the memorable experience - and makes
a decision after some deliberation."
"I want you to cum in my mouth." (WTF. Did I just really say
that out loud?) "I want to suck your cock some more and I want
you to cum in my mouth."
......................
Her mouth utters a pleasant surprise to him. At least, if he
heard it right. She's facing away from him, and saying it through
the midst of moans but he heard the important words, "mouth,
suck, cum" with not a trace of a "don't, no, balls off". Jack
will have no problem with that. On his personal enjoyment scale,
finishing into a girls wanting mouth is second only to a bareback
cream pie
Anyways, we'll save that for the end. He's not sure if she thinks
they're *at* the end...some little boyfriend of hers probably
hasn't lasted this long, and couldn't pull this move either. Time
for a new one, though.
He slides his arms to her front side, covering her breasts with
his hand and pressing them into her body. It keeps her upright,
but he leans forward to keep chest-on-back contact. With his hip
movement stopped, and his shaft buried deep inside her teen cunt,
she can't stand straight up.
He moves his mouth next to hear ear. He whispers so his words
tickle her brain as he twitches his cock inside her, as if to
emphasize his point.
"I'll cum. And you'll swallow every drop of it. But I'm not
nearly done yet, I'm gonna fuck your cute little brains out"
With that, he slips out of her. He lifts her up some and deposits
her away from the edge of the bed. Flipping her as he does so.
Now, Jack doesn't have the Kama sutra memorized. He knows that
names of positions change with every different placement of arms
or legs. For his purpose, if a woman is on her back with her legs
anywhere but flat down he calls it 'modified missionary'
He soon scoops her right into one of those modified ones. He
hands slide under we and lift her enough to get her to the right
position in the middle of the bed. From there, he kneels between
her open legs and reenters her tight pink hole. As he pushes
forward he slides his arms under her legs to keep them up, and
places his hands on the bed for support.
Her small stature makes her easy to move into position, quickly
overcoming the fact that she doesn't seem to know *what* position
she's being moved into. Regardless, she's probably no worrying
about that anymore because he is truly clearing her out now.
Away from the doggy position, hitting that too-deep spot isn't a
concern. The old bed frame squeaks and strains as Jack thrusts
his powerful hips between the thighs of its owner's daughter.
Behind his back, the feet at the end of her toned legs are
bobbing in the air. Below, her firm and full breasts bounce
around her chest obscenely. He hands flail around for anything to
hold on to.
Yeah, the girl takes dick pretty well.
.............................
Whoa. "Fuck my brains out?" That sounded vaguely threatening but
then at least he had recognized she had brains. She had worried
about that point.
The new position brought a new round of pleasure and Twyla closed
her eyes to savor the sensations. The constant thrusting was
bringing her to another cliff and she couldn't wait to make her
way over it. When she masturbated she liked to play with her
nipples. She didn't think it would hurt the experience nor bother
the man driving in and out of her if she did it, so she cupped
her breasts and began to pinch her hardened nipples. It was just
what the doctor ordered.
A new wave of went up her back like a bolt of electricity and she
found herself again cumming. The release turned her temporarily
into a bit of a puddle and then she realized she was laying in
one - this time her own and not her moms. A change of position
was in order here - she didn't like the feeling of that sogginess
on her back - and so she pushed her already semi-off balance sex
partner to one side and as he rolled she moved to land on top of
him.
He fell out of her - briefly as she established herself on top -
and went to work on what would quickly be her favorite position
yet. Riding him like a cowgirl she glanced down to take a quick
glimpse of his now glistening wide chest and then a bit farther
to see herself sliding up and down on his long cock. She was
impaling herself - driving him into her as fast as she could by
raising herself with her legs then dropping down onto him. She
slid her hand down again to grab the base of his cock so she
could feel the movement with her hand and could feel his stiff
cock move as her weight shifted continuously. She reached down
to feel his balls (no easy feat) and found the little sack
thingie to be tight and the little egg things in side feeling
hard and full. The whole of him was slick with juices that had
to be from her, which made her just slightly embarrassed.
Looking up she realized that it was almost 3PM. Sometime in the
next half hour her daft and devout older brother would be coming
home and this man had to be out of here or at least dressed to
go. She formulated the question in her head of what it was
going to take to make this guy cum so he could go and part of
that plan had to be to get him out of her pussy.
Deciding that she could go another few minutes, she closed her
eyes and went back to work and looked up again to see it was
3:10. How long would it take to get dressed and change the
sheets?
...................
Jack doesn't mind doing some fucking, but boy is he glad when the
girl takes a turn. He's really glad *this* girl is, too. Being
her first, he wasn't sure shed want to be on display like this.
It's a hell of a display, with her nice legs flexing and lifting
her torso, letting him see his shaft bridge the gap between their
bodies before it closes.
And above that, her flat midsection shows no sign of jiggle. What
does show those signs are her plump tits. He wraps his hands back
around them, fondling and squeezing and actually helping her out.
His attentions restrain her breasts, eliminating their
counter-swinging.
It allows her to bounce and grind on his cock freely, and she
seems to be taking full advantage of it. Looking up, the girl
seems to be really enjoying herself. She's being so handsy she's
reaching down on him even while they fuck.
After a while, her unrestrained approach is almost too much, but
not in a bad way. While on top, he can control the rate to pull
himself back from the edge. His bouncy new friend is offering not
such rest. But then he notices something, her eyes look to the
side and there's a seconds too long silence before she goes back
to her moans. Jack twists his head to see the alarm clock.
Ahhhh...a time limit.
There's a little more he could do with...or to...the girl, but
what's been done is pretty damn good. Maybe there can be a next
time. But for now, he's going to give her what she wants, with a
twist.
He lifts her off and puts her onto her back, then mounts her
stomach. He pushes her tits together and slides his wet cock
between the soft pillows. His trust in the girl's instinct pays
off, she lifts her head and opens her lips to accept the tip and
give it a quick suck when it approaches.
Jack groans as he tit fucks the teen. Too much could a bad thing,
though. If it goes too long some of the natural lubrication will
dry up. He thinks through his options. From past experience he
knows this isn't the best way for a girl to take a load. If he
wants to keep his chances for a second time with her, he needs to
give her a nice finish, and not a gagging, sputtering one.
"I'm close. When I get off you, get back on the floor."
He twists off her body and she obeys perfectly. In fact she's
almost too fast at sliding out before he moves away from her.
She drops to her knees beside the bed, and Jack slides off to
lean on the side of it. Before he even has to ask, the teen is
sucking him again. Jack closes his eyes and let's himself go.
"That's it...I'm cumming...fuck god I'm cumming!"
He hopes it's a quick enough warning, because it starts not long
after.
........................
On her knees feels so right for this kind of thing. She doesn't
know why - it just does. She kind of liked his cock between her
boobs, but would have been disappointed if it had ended that way.
(Boob sex was high school shit - she had played with it a bit
before.)
She knew this was going to be the big moment - he actually kind
of told her as much - and her thoughts jumped to an article she'd
read in Cosmo about spitting, swallowing or wearing. (That
fucking magazine was just so pervy. If her dad actually knew
what was in it, he never would have allowed is mom to have it in
the house.)
Wearing it would be easy - just let the sperms fall where they
may. The only advice the mag had to say was that the little
buggers could stain clothes and burn a bit if it got in your eye
while you were wearing contacts.
But she'd specifically told him that wasn't what she wanted. She
said she wanted it in her mouth. (Again she wondered exactly
where they hell that had come from. Sometime she felt like she
had to brains and the evil one only chose to speak at the most
embarrassing or dangerous moments.)
That meant swallow or spit - and there didn't seem to be a good
answer there. Where does one spit a mouthful of cum? On the bed
sheets? (Once again her mind briefly drifted to the earlier wet
spot she found in her parents bed, but she decided DO-NOT go
there mentally and quickly retreated.) How about on the floor?
That seemed so trampy. Should she run and spit it in the sink or
the toilet? Those options seemed disgusting and a really bad
way to end a fun fuck. She wished she had brought a towel from
the bathroom, but too late for that.
Like just about everything about today, her window to make a
decision was closing rapidly - she could feel his cock in her
throat swelling up and ready for the final spew.
She decided to give swallow a go. The Cosmo article specifically
said not to let him fill your mouth - don't take a mouthful and
then try to swallow it - instead just take him in deep and let
him spurt it directly down your throat. It's not even swallowing
at that point - it's just gravity.
It turned out that was much easier said than done.
When the first spurt hit the back of her throat her instinct was
to pull back which made the second shot hit her tongue and teeth
and the third her nose and cheek. She overcame her inclination
and caught him in her mouth again just in time for a fourth large
contraction and she found herself filled. A chipmunk with the
stuff from his nuts in her cheeks.
It wasn't even easy to swallow a soft drink when you had it your
mouth this way - and this was warm, thick and salty shit tasted
like cock, not coke. It was dribbling out of the sides of her
mouth so she swallowed what she could, but he wasn't finished and
more cum came to fill the void.
She moved backwards off his cock and closed her mouth to try to
swallow. More cum from his cock dribbled out onto her tits. When
the warm liquid landed on her nipples, she decided that perhaps
him cumming between her tits might have been the right answer.
Maybe next time.
She finished the load and opened her mouth, gasping a bit for
breath. For whatever reason his cock was back inside her mouth
so she licked and sucked out the remaining fluid, but spit him
out when she felt his starting to grow hard yet again. That
couldn't work - she needed to get dressed and get him out of
there now....
.........................
Jack chuckles on the inside. Finally the girl bit off more than
she could chew...well, suck more than she could swallow. So she
got some of the sticky stuff on her face and chest, but hopefully
she'll see it as an occupational hazard and not his fault.
He sits back on the bed, his legs weak from his orgasm. Fuck that
one was good. This girl has some special to her. He needs to
catch a name and a number and that's going to have to be done
quick because she suddenly seems to be in a rush.
Well, he has his card in his tools belt.
...............................
It was only after she had regained her breath and wiped off her
face that she regained her composure enough to share the
impending arrival with her lover. Finding her own clothing in
the bathroom was easy but remembering where things were from mom
was a bit more of a hassle. Some of the clothing she had been
wearing had cum on it now - but she doubted mom would notice.
Safely back in her jammies and boytoy tucked back into her pants,
they made their way back downstairs and with a few hugs and
kisses, he made his way for the door.
"I am feeling a flu coming on about two weeks from now on
Tuesday. I'll figure out which cable to damage."
Leading him to the door she was going to go for one more body
grind when her brother burst in from the kitchen door. Jack went
out the front just ahead of him.
Twyla took a moment to think about what stories she might share
with friends and ultimately decided this would be her secret.
Her girlfriends would know she was a slut soon enough - the boys
she planned on banging now that she knew how would surely talk -
but for now she was content just to go back upstairs to avoid her
annoying brother, act like she her bod was still sore so she
wouldn't have to go to school again tomorrow, and once she had
per privacy masturbate like crazy until the 'rents got home
sometime around 7:30....