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MOLLY and ME
by Jules Chavrien
(c) 1995
Sailor@ocean.bottom
It was along toward the end of my marriage.....it would drag on
another four years or so, but it was over, all right. My wife was off at
another of her interminable religious meetings and I was home watching our
three year old.
Ever since Bobby was born, Pat had gotten more and more into this
weird "off-shoot of an off-shoot" of some Protestant sect. I could tell
you which one, but it wouldn't mean anything to you so, why waste the ink?
Bobby was asleep in her crib, and I was enjoying the warm California night,
on a lounge on our patio. The raccoons had been raiding our Goldfish-pond
lately, so I had the light off, in hopes of catching them in the act. I
guess the two years of drought had brought them down out of the mountains
for water.
As I lay there with my eyes closed, my mind wandered through the
chorus of the musical comedy I was working for at the time. I am a
stagehand , and was working backstage, in San Francisco, on a touring show,
so I had plenty of opportunity to inventory the chorus line, from up close,
and in detail. I hadn't done anything about it, but as my mind went over
the selection, I settled on a slender red-head, and had her mentally half
undressed.
My cock had gotten hard, just thinking about her, when I felt a
nudging at my crotch. Without opening my eyes, I reached down to push my
dog away. He was notorious in the neighborhood for nosing into every
crotch that came his way. And unlike his species, he'd made friends with
the Mailman who lived next door, to provide him with another available
crotch.
My eyes exploded open when my hand encountered, not the fur I
expected, but, rather a mass of soft curly hair, mounded over my crotch.
As I looked down, the mound raised up, and I was looking into a pair of
huge Hazel eyes, under fine, light red, eyebrows.
I'd better back up a little here, so you aren't completely lost, in my
rambling! The Mailman I mentioned, living next door, worked the night
shift at a routeing facility, and his wife worked days, as a nurse. They
were trying to get ahead on their mortgage, so she took a double shift,
when she could. The Hazel eyes and red hair, in my crotch, belonged to
their seventeen year old adopted daughter, Molly. I knew her well, as she
had been baby-sitting my Bobby since she was born, and she was in and out
of our house, as if it were her own. Molly had become attached to me, in a
way I hadn't understood, for the first year or so I'd known her. Then,
summer before last, I'd gone to our fence to ask if she'd be available to
sit that evening. When I looked through the space between the planks, to
see if she were there, before calling out, I was dumb-founded to see her
sprawled on the grass, on her back, with her shorts and panties holding her
ankles together, and her knees pulled up and spread as wide as possible.
Her father, John, was on his knees, straddling her head, his cock dangling
in her face, and his face buried in her pussy. As I watched silently, she
opened her coral pink lips, and sucked his cock into her mouth, raising her
head, until his bush completely covered her chin and nose. John's head was
bouncing up and down, and thrashing from side to side, as he ate her cunt.
Her head was rising and falling, as she sucked his prick, and their moans
and slurping noises were beginning to drown out the twittering of the
birds, and the creech-creech of the crickets, when he shuddered, pulled out
of her mouth, and shot his cream all over her face. She moaned loudly,
bucked her pussy up tighter into his face, and subsided, trembling, into
the grass. As they rolled apart, I snuck quickly away, considering what I
had seen, and beginning to understand why Molly had attached herself to me,
as she had.
I must confess, that what I had seen had given me a raging hard-on,
which I proceeded to use on my wife, Pat; thinking, as I fucked her, of the
glistening red hair and pink pussy-lips I had glimpsed, when John raised
his head from Molly's cunt. In the two years that followed, Pat and I
drifted farther and farther apart. Even the bed part became less and less
good. Pat had never been enthusiastic there, but at least she had been
available. In six years I hadn't been able to get her to blow me. Even
when I ate her pussy, which I loved to do, she wouldn't reciprocate as I
wished. I had gotten to the point where even pretending it was Molly under
me, or whose cunt I was eating, no longer worked. On the night I was
telling of, it had been six months, since I had been able to get Pat to
spread her legs for me. The only thing warm I had had my dick in, was my
own fist, and I was getting damn tired of that. Pat's religious activities
were becoming more consuming with every month that passed, in almost exact
proportion to her loss of interest in fucking.
When I saw those beautiful Green-brown eyes looking at me over a wide
smile, from the bottom of my belly, my hard-on grew even larger, until the
head poked out of the top of my trunks. Molly felt the movement, and
lowered her head, to lick softly across the split on the under-side of my
dick, as it lay, held tightly to my belly, by my trunks. My hands went to
the sides of her head and gently held her in place as she continued her
soft licking. My dick was throbbing in response, and I was sure I would
shoot my wad at any moment. Molly pushed her fingers under the band of my
trunks and raised them and my prick, away from my belly, until she could
get the head into her mouth about an inch. We remained that way with her
sucking and licking and poking her tongue into the hole in the end of my
dick, until I grabbed her ears and hair and squirted a quart, it seemed, of
cream into her vacuuming mouth.
When she had siphoned the last clear drop out of me , and swallowed it
all, she looked up and said the first word she had spoken that evening;
"Is Pat inside, Sam?"
"Christ, Molly! Is that all you're worried about? What the Hell have
we done? If anyone had seen us, I'd be on my way to jail."
"Don't worry about that. I've passed the age of consent, and I've
wanted to do that for a long time. I've seen you watching Daddy and me,
through the fence, for a couple years now, and knowing you were there
really turned me on. I would pretend it was you on top, and inside, of me.
Now, where's Pat?"
"She's at one of her damn Church meetings, and won't be home for a
couple hours. Bobby's asleep. Why'd you wait so long, if you've known
that I knew, all this time, and you wanted me?"
"I was afraid you'd turn me down, and tell my Mom. She doesn't know
about Daddy and me, or that I'm not a virgin. Lately, though, it looked to
me, as if you and Pat aren't getting along and I thought you might be
getting horny, so I decided to take a chance. I'm glad I did! You won't
tell, will you?"
"How can I? I'd be in as much shit as you would. John might even go
to jail, if the whole story got out. I like your Dad, even though I've
been jealous of him, since that first time I saw him, eating your pussy. I
love eating pussy, and you've got the most beautiful one I've ever seen. I
love that wispy red hair, and have been wanting to comb it, with my tongue,
for two years now. I even pretended it was you in my bed, when I screwed
Pat. But it's been six months, since she's let me in, and I'm about to go
crazy. That's why I came, so fast, in your mouth."
"Where can we go, Sam? I want to see you naked, and I want to be
naked for you. I want you to see, and kiss, my whole body at once. I want
your tongue on my pussy, and I want you inside of me, until I melt and gush
out, like you did."
"We can't leave. Bobby's inside. We can go inside, to my bedroom,
and draw the curtains part way. When Pat comes back, we'll see the car
lights, and you can get out by the patio door. O.K.?"
"C'mon! I can't wait. I'm wet already, and the thought of your
tongue inside me, and your teeth on my clitty, is making my pussy drip."
Molly rose from her knees, at the side of the lounge, and took me by
the trunks, pulling me toward the patio door she knew led to my bedroom.
As she backed toward the door, I gazed at the points her nipples made in
the front of her Tee shirt, capping the perfect cones of her nubile
breasts. It was all I could do to restrain my hands, saving the first
contact of them, with that firm young flesh, until there was no cloth
between them.
With her free hand, Molly reached behind herself and opened the
slider, stretching the shirt tautly over her breasts, and emphasizing the
points that drew my eyes. She backed until the back of her knees found the
edge of the bed, and sat down, with her eyes turned up to mine. I knelt in
front of her, between her knees, and laid my head against her chest, as my
hand went to the bottom of her Tee shirt.
I leaned back and slowly raised it up her torso, and off her up-raised
arms, gazing at the perfect mounds, revealed as I moved. Her arms came
down and out, to grip my shoulders and pull me into her body, moving
slightly to one side, to place one nipple in my mouth, as it finally made
contact with her body. As my teeth trapped the nub for my tongue to lave,
a moan escaped her lips, and she pulled me in tighter to her breast.
Molly moved her bottom to the edge of the bed, separated her feet on
the floor, and opened her knees more, for me to kneel between them. I
could feel the warmth of her cunt, through the fabric of her shorts, as she
slowly lay back, pulling me down with her, as I mouthed her breasts and
teased the nipples, with my tongue and teeth, sucking the points ever
higher and harder. As her center squirmed under my belly, her hands gently
urged my head downward, toward the junction of her thighs. While I gave
into her urgings, my hand caught the elastic band of her shorts and took
them with me, revealing a small thicket of fine red hair, matted down with
her juices, by her shorts, and outlining the drenched lips of her pussy.
The perfume rising from her core drew me, like a moth to a flame, and I
drove my mouth against that velvety carpet, licking the aromatic juices
into my mouth and throat. Like a kitten, I cleansed her fur and arranged
it with my tongue, before moving down- ward to spread her lips and un-hood
her clit, for my mouth to worship, with nips and sucks and flicks.
I stood up and went to the slider and drew the draperies half closed,
and returned to the vision in my bed. When I took hold of Molly's shorts,
still on her thighs, she raised her legs straight up in the air and I drew
them off. As I stood admiring her naked body, she sat up and reached out
to the band of my trunks, slid them down my legs, letting my prick stand
out in front of me, with it's swollen head bobbing gently, in time with my
heart-beat. She leaned over and held the trunks to the floor, as I stepped
out of them, then sat up and took my cock in her warm wet mouth, sucking
and licking as she swirled her tongue around and under it When I thought I
couldn't hold out any longer, I pushed her back on the bed, hearing the
"pop" as her sucking mouth lost contact with my prick. I knelt again
between her thighs, and put my mouth to her cunt, licking and tonguing
until she was dripping wet, and my tongue had opened the way into her hole.
"Put it in me, Sam. I want you to fill me with your body."
I raised my head, leaned forward, and rubbed the head of my prick up
and down her slit, teasing and abrading her clit, and opening her lips as I
moved. When I felt the head bump over the rim of her hole, I stopped, and
leaned a little weight against her , feeling the head slip in just past the
ridge. I stopped to tease her a moment, by pulling back just enough to let
her think I was going to pull out, and then thrust with all my strength,
sinking my prick, to it's full length, into her dripping cunt.
"Oh God, yes!" she grunted, as she wrapped her legs around my hips,
and held me against her grasping hole. I could feel her cunt milking up
and down the length of my rod, her legs holding me tight inside her. I
leaned forward, and fastened my mouth to hers, tasting my come on her
tongue, as we explored our first kiss. Someone watching us, would have
thought we were dead, as we lay perfectly still.
The only things moving were our tongues, and the muscles inside her
pussy. Those milked and gripped and rippled over my prick, as no mouth had
ever done, until I felt the first jet of come, gathering at the base of my
balls. I started to pull out, but she refused to give up her grip on my
hips.
"Come inside me, Sam! I want you to fill me with your juice. It's
what I love!" Her inner movements had increased in strength, and I gave in
to an irresistible force, and jetted my fluid into her.
We lay there, as my prick shrank inside of her. Somehow she managed
to tighten the opening of her hole, so my shrinking, slippery prick didn't
ease out. Her legs kept me locked tight to her crotch, as my juices
settled deeper into her, and our breathing slowed to a more normal rate.
"Molly, I never made love like that before. It was beautiful, but you
didn't come. Don't you want to? I want to satisfy you too."
"My turn is later, darling. First, we've got to get you hard again."
With this, her inner muscles started to stroke me, from root to tip, and I
could feel my prick lengthening, and hardening, inside her drenched hole.
When I was fully engorged, she loosened her legs, and pushed me gently out
of her. She leaned forward and licked my prick clean, before pulling me
onto my back on the bed, and straddling my hips. As she lowered herself
toward my rigid dick, I could see our mixed juices dripping out of her
hole, and into the hair at the base of my prick, and feel them running down
my balls and into the crack of my ass. As the rim of her hole made contact
with my prick, it felt like I was putting it into the biggest opening in
the world. There was almost no contact at all. Somehow, she had learned
to open her cunt, to welcome a hard dick. As soon as I had the head in,
however, she clamped down, and it felt the way I had hoped a young,
adolescent, girl would. Tight and firm! I could feel every ridge on the
depth of her. She leaned forward over my chest, and I could see her clitty
make contact with my prick, and then Molly started to rise and fall on me,
giving a minute twist to her hips, on every down-stroke. I could see the
flush rising between her breasts, and feel the increasing heat in her cunt,
as she neared her climax. With every down-stroke, our mingled juices were
jetting out of her, around my rigid prick, and I could feel the pressure
building in my balls again.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!!" she screamed, as I bucked up into her
spasming pussy, and shot another load of juice, to mingle with the residue
of my last, and with her thinner, clearer flow.
She collapsed on my chest for a moment, then rolled to her back,
beside me. I cupped a hand over her mound, feeling our juices dribble out
of her, wetting my fingers, as they made their way between her thighs and
into the crack between the globes of her ass.
Her hand crept over to my belly, and grasped my flaccid prick gently,
and we just lay there. It could have been five minutes, or an maybe hour,
when I saw car lights flash across the slider. I quickly shook Molly's
shoulder, and said "You've got to leave. I'll talk to you tomorrow, before
your Mom gets home from work. Meet me at the fence, as soon as you get
home." I gave her a quick kiss, and she jumped up, grabbed her shorts and
Tee-shirt off the floor, and scampered, naked, out the door and across the
patio, to her house. I guess she stopped on the way to dress, as I never
heard anything about her coming home naked.
The rest of that Summer, and the Autumn, flew by in an orgy of sex and
love. Molly and I spent every moment we could steal, or arrange, together,
in bed, if possible. As the winter began, I noticed that there was a
definite tension in the house, next door. Molly finally told me that her
Mom had walked in on her and her Dad, one afternoon. They hadn't been
fucking, but they had been naked, in each others arms on the bed, and
John's wife, Sarah, was trying to decide whether to call the police, or
not. This tension made it even more difficult for Molly and me to get
together, but one evening, when her Mom was working a second shift, and her
Dad was at work, we had a final fling, that was more love-making than
fucking. I had broached the possibility of our leaving together, but she
had said no. This night she told me that her Mom was taking her back East,
without turning in her Dad, and she had a scholarship to a good College,
that she wanted to take advantage of.
In the following four years, I couldn't get her out of my mind,
although there was no contact between us. Perhaps, that had something to
do with the break-up of my marriage, perhaps not. At any rate, it did fall
apart, and my wife went back East too. I never saw her again, either, but
that didn't hurt nearly as much as the loss of Molly, to the population
cauldron of the Eastern U.S. In the twenty-five years since I last saw
Molly, I have never found a love as pure, or a pussy that tasted as good,
and was as agile in it's love-making, as hers.
THE END
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MOLLY and ME
by Jules Chavrien
(c) 1995
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