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This is a work of fiction that may include incest, under-age sex, paedophiliac
sex
and/or bestiality. If any of these offend you, are illegal in your location or
if you are
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MOLLY and ME
by Jules Chavrien
© 1995
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
Sailor@ocean.bottom

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