SFA Guerrilla
02-03-2009, 02:29 PM
This is the first time I've ever posted a story I've written. My style is such that I like to build up slowly and realistically to the action. I've never been a 'wham-bam thank-you-ma'am' kind of guy!
This story, in full, is really quite long. I've posted the first three chapters here to get some feedback. For info, if you can't wait for the good stuff, you'll find it in chapter three. For the more discerning readers amongst you, hopefully you will enjoy the full work.
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Tales of the Communal Lover
Vol. 1: Florida Sunset
Chapter One – Arachnophobia
As I gazed out on the wonderful Florida sunset, I saw her divine shape climbing out of the pool. I had only been here a few hours but I had seen more hot women in bikinis in that short time than I had seen in a lifetime in the UK. It was like a uniform here in summer. The girl in question lived next door. She was young – somewhere in her late teens I thought, though it was difficult to be sure being that I was looking down on her from my upstairs window – and her long blonde hair was darkened by the pool water. She had fantastically long legs which made her look taller than I suspected she actually was.
When I say I was looking at her from “my” upstairs window, what I mean was I was just staying here. The house actually belonged to a friend of a friend. My marriage had recently broken up and I needed some space to get my head together. My friend had suggested I go away for a bit and if I fancied Florida, she could arrange a very cheap deal with her friend who owned this place. So here I was.
I kept myself to myself for a couple of days, enjoying the sunshine and the solitude. On my third day, I was fixing myself some breakfast after another long lie-in when I heard a scream coming from next door. I went outside onto the patio where I heard a female voice whimper: “Shit, shit, shit.” I peered over the fence and saw her, the blonde teen in a state of mild shock.
“Is everything OK?” I asked. She jumped as I spoke and spun round to see me.
“Spider…” she stuttered. “A huge… spider…”
I smiled. I know that most women’s idea of a huge spider is one that is little more than 2mm across. “Would you like me to catch it for you?”
She looked at me with a cross between suspicion and relief.
“I’m Rob,” I said, introducing myself. “I’m staying here for a couple of weeks.”
“Can you catch spiders?” she asked quietly.
“Ha ha. Yes, I can catch spiders. Would you like me to catch yours?”
“I can’t go back in there until it’s gone, but the front door is locked. How are you going to get in?”
“I can climb the fence.”
She stepped back a little, allowing more space between the fence and herself. “OK,” she said. I scrambled over most inelegantly and almost landed flat on my face on the other side. The pretty teen giggled as I clambered to my feet.
“Now, where is this enormous beast?” I said.
“In the kitchen,” she said. “On the wall by the refrigerator.”
I entered the house through the patio doors. It was quite untidy inside, though not dirty. I suppose this is what you get when a teenage girl is home alone. I found the kitchen and wandered inside. As I turned to face the fridge, I saw the huge arachnid.
“Holy crap!” I said out loud to myself. I have to say, when this girl said huge, she was not exaggerating. This was a monster. The damn thing must have been three inches across and I swear I could see its eyes staring back at me. Now I’m not afraid of spiders, but I’m not particularly fond of them either. They give me the creeps, especially monster ones like this. Besides, for all I know, it could be venomous. There are no spiders like this one in the UK!
I grabbed a glass and covered the creature, its legs poking out around the edges. Slowly I lifted the edges of the glass and it moved slightly so I could release its legs and cover it with the glass again. Now all I needed was a base I could slide under the glass, trapping the spider inside while I transported it outside the house at a safe distance. Trouble is, all I could see was a cereal packet. It could be torn, sure, but I had one hand holding a glass to the wall. I needed help.
“Excuse me,” I called. “Can you come here a moment. It’s OK, it’s safe.”
The girl appeared cautiously at the kitchen doorway.
“Could you tear a piece of that cereal packet off and hand it to me, please?” She looked over at the cereal box, then back at me, then at the spider in the glass on the wall. She squealed.
“It’s OK, it’s not going anywhere.”
The girl entered the kitchen and proceeded to tear the cardboard. She handed me the torn piece at arm’s length. I took it and slid it under the glass. The spider wriggled as I did this, but the operation was a success. I removed the glass from the wall. The girl screamed again and ran as fast as she could out onto the patio. I carried the glass outside and she screamed once more.
“What are you going to do with it?” she quivered.
“I’m going to set it free,” I replied.
“No way, not out here.”
“Well, where then?”
“Out front.”
“Well you’ll have to go in and open the front door for me,” I instructed.
She ran in and I followed. I took the glass to the end of the drive and walked a few yards up the sidewalk before setting the glass down, removing the card and letting the spider go. It scurried quickly away, obviously trying to get as far from this hysterical human female as it possibly could.
I watched it peg it up the sidewalk before it disappeared into a bush in a neighbouring garden. I stood up and looked back at the girl.
“Gone,” I said. There was a huge look of relief on her face.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re so brave,” she said, smiling.
“Ha! Me? Brave? It was only a spider, not an alligator.”
“I don’t care, I hate spiders.”
I was walking back towards her house by now. She looked at me with suspicion once more.
“I don’t have my key,” I told her. “I’m going to have to leap the fence round the back to get back in.”
She smiled and let me through. “By the way,” I said as I passed her. “What’s your name?”
“Brianna,” she replied.
“Well Brianna, if you have any more creepy crawlies you want getting rid of, just scream and I’ll be right over.” She giggled again.
“Thanks. Hey, you want coffee?”
“Well I was just about to have breakfast myself, some warm croissants. You’re more than welcome to join me if you like.”
Brianna thought for a brief moment, then accepted my invitation. We went outside onto her patio and I clambered over the fence, this time managing to land on my feet. I pulled a patio chair over to the fence so I could stand on it and help Brianna over. She didn’t need much help. Her fit, lithe body swung over and landed perfectly on the patio floor. I flashed her an admiring glance and she smiled back before we headed for “my” kitchen.
Chapter Two – The chase
“So, are you on holiday like me, or do you live here?” Brianna had relaxed somewhat since our first encounter and she was happy to engage in conversation with me.
“We’re on vacation,” she replied. “We’re from Ontario in Canada. You’re from England, right?”
“Well yeah, kind of,” I responded. “Wales, actually, though I am English, not Welsh.” Brianna looked confused and I had to explain UK geography to her. “Whatever you do,” I warned, “Don’t call a Welsh person English. That’s akin to calling a Canadian American.”
Brianna certainly was gorgeous. Her hair was golden and flowed down her back. Her eyes were a piercing blue and needed no make-up to make them stand out. She was wearing a skinny-fit t-shirt with a Fall Out Boy print on it and a light, short skirt which exposed her beautiful long legs. On her feet, just a pair of flip-flops.
During the next hour, she told me her parents were visiting friends and were going grocery shopping later. She didn’t fancy any of that and was probably going to lay by the pool and sketch. She enjoyed drawing and sunbathing, and the colour of her lightly tanned skin pretty much confirmed the latter. “I’ll have to be careful seeing as you’re staying here,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I enquired.
“Well, I don’t want to show too much of myself off in case I embarrass you.”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “There isn’t much left in the world that could embarrass me, much less the sight of a pretty girl sunbathing.” Brianna giggled. I sipped my coffee.
“How about a pretty girl sunbathing naked?” I spurted my mouthful of coffee halfway across the room. Brianna laughed. “See, I thought that would embarrass you!”
Regaining my composure, I answered: “That wouldn’t embarrass me, but surely it would make you feel uncomfortable with me here.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. You’re real nice.”
“Thanks, but, you know, you wouldn’t feel…vulnerable?”
Brianna grinned a rather wicked grin. “I can take care of myself,” she said. “Hey, how about we sunbathe together?”
If I had taken another sip of coffee, I would be spurting it across the room again. This girl was naughty – but I was secretly enjoying every second.
“Well, I don’t really tan,” I said, making excuses. “And besides, I’m not sure I would want to inflict any of my naked flesh on you. It’s not a pretty sight.”
Brianna was having none of it. “Come on, it’ll be fun. There’s no one else around, I saw all the neighbours leave for the beach this morning.”
What could I do? I can’t deny I wanted to, but I felt sure I would embarrass myself and possibly even get myself into trouble. But I’m a weak minded guy and I never do what my head tells me. A diversionary tactic was called for.
“Fancy a swim first?” I suggested.
“Sure,” she said. “Last one in stinks!” With that she rushed outside and removed her t-shirt to reveal a bright yellow bikini top.
“That’s not fair,” I said. “I’ll have to go and find some swimming trunks. You’re wearing your costume already.”
“Don’t bother,” Brianna said. “I prefer skinny dipping, anyway!” With that, off came her bikini top and the most perfect pair of young boobs were exposed. They were small, but just right, and they were not completely white. Sure, they were paler than the rest of her marvellous body, but there was a light shade of tan there. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. The next thing I knew, she had lowered her skirt and was untying her bikini bottoms. I watched as she pushed them over her long legs and stepped out of them, leaving just this gorgeous creature as nature intended, as naked as the day she was born, not a hair to be seen other than that on her head.
“Looks like you stink,” she giggled as she jumped in the water.
I really didn’t know what to do. I know what I should have done, but sadly it was completely at odds with what I wanted to do, and as I said, my head rarely wins out in this kind of dilemma. My main worry was not that this teen tease was being so overtly risqué with me, but that my cock was as hard as a rock and there was no hiding it once I stripped off. I thought I’d wait until Brianna went under the water, then quickly strip and get in while she wasn’t looking. My plan worked, but even when in the water my old boy showed no sign of retracting. I figured I’d be safe enough as long as I kept away from Brianna. Unfortunately, she had other ideas. She appeared at my side within seconds.
“Race ya!” she said.
“I’m not a very good swimmer,” I replied. I was telling the truth. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t like water much at all, but when a beautiful teenager invites me to swim naked with her… well, you know...
“OK, well, try and catch me.” With that, Brianna swam off. I decided to play along and chased after her. Her youth and obvious athletic ability paid off and she eluded me for a while, but eventually, I got my chance. I had her cornered, one swift move and she was mine! She was giggling as I approached her. I was in competitive mode and all thoughts of our nudity were banished. I just had to catch this playful little minx. Suddenly, she disappeared under the water, trying once again to give me the slip. I was ready for her this time. As she tried to slink past me on my right, I dove under and grabbed her waist with my hands. She pulled me along with her for a couple of metres before I started tickling her. That was it. She had to give in and rose to the surface, squealing as her head left the water. I was right behind her but kept a hold of her waist. She writhed trying to free herself from my grip, but I wasn’t letting go. We reached the side of the pool and I allowed her to turn around to face me.
“Looks like I win,” I said.
Brianna giggled. “Looks like you do. What do you want as a prize?” Now there was a question!
“What’s on offer?” I asked, suggestively.
“Well,” Brianna said, a thoughtful expression on her face, although I strongly suspect she had long worked out her answer. “I could buy you an ice-cream, or get you a beer from our refrigerator, or…” she tailed off.
“Or what?”
“Or you might like to kiss me.”
OK guys, here’s today’s 10,000 dollar question: what did I choose? Think carefully now – what would you do?
Chapter Three – Heaven… and Hell
Brianna’s soft lips touched mine. My hands were still on her waist, although my grip had loosened. Her breath was warm and our fooling around had left us both a little puffed out. I pressed my lips lightly onto hers. We gave each other soft kisses, our lips enjoying the contact and revelling in the forbidden moment. Brianna’s hands held my sides and she moved herself closer to me. My penis was stirring again having succumbed to the coolness of the water a little earlier. I opened my mouth a little and the tip of my tongue brushed against Brianna’s mouth. She responded by parting her lips and meeting my tongue with hers. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her to me and we kissed open-mouthed, passionately.
I felt Brianna melt in my arms and I caressed her wonderful body. My cock was pressing against her and I was certain she felt it. How could she not feel it? It was obviously not bothering her otherwise she would have pulled away. On the contrary, she was pushing herself onto me, her right leg wrapping itself around my right leg. My cock was at a right-angle and now, with her lifted leg, was resting against the underside of her pussy. Our tongues spiralled around each other and I could hear her sighing into my mouth.
When we parted, Brianna looked at me deep in the eyes. She was about 5’4” and had to look up at me slightly (I’m only 5’7” myself so not considerably taller) and her eyes said it all. She wanted me, even though we had met only a couple of hours earlier; even though I was probably nearly 20 years older than her.
“Do you want to go inside,” I asked her. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. I love it when a girl does that, it looks so sexy. Is that strange? I took her by the hand and helped her up to the side of the pool, her nakedness revealing itself to me once more. God, she was stunning. I climbed out after her as she stood. The hot Florida sunshine beamed down on us as we embraced again before turning towards the house.
We may have been soaking wet, but I didn’t care that we left a watery trail through the house and up the stairs. I cared even less that my bed was going to get wet from our bodies and hair. The only thing I cared about was Brianna, and what the two of us were going to do. We kissed at the edge of the bed before slumping onto it, never once parting. My cock was the hardest I think it had ever been and Brianna couldn’t wait to have it inside of her. She didn’t want foreplay, she just wanted to be fucked. She lay back, parting her legs and guided my shaft into her waiting pussy. She was wet, not from the pool, but from her lust. I pushed slightly and felt the head of my cock enter her. We were still locked at the lips, but now we were joined in a second place. I hadn’t even thought about contraception as I pushed another inch of my naked cock into Brianna’s cunt. She was incredibly tight, but her wetness more than compensated for that and I was able to get half of my 7-incher into her without too much trouble.
I began to withdraw slightly and Brianna broke our kiss as she gasped. She looked up at me and started uttering things I never believed one so young would say.
“Fuck me, Rob,” she sighed.
“You don’t hang around, do you?” I replied.
“Why should I? I want your cock inside me now!”
“And you’ve got it.”
Brianna raised her long legs and wrapped them around my back. This allowed me to penetrate her deeper and after a couple more slow pushes, I could feel her cervix on the tip of my cock. This made her moan loudly and I kissed her neck. Brianna raised her hips off the bed and pushed onto me. My cock breached her cervix and I could feel myself entering her teenage womb. She shuddered a little at the feeling and I was worried I might have hurt her, but instead, her hands grabbed my buttocks and held me in her while she lowered herself back onto the bed.
“Oh that feels so good,” she moaned. “I want you so much.”
“I want you to come on me,” I told her. “I want to hear you cumming.”
“Oh god, you’re going to make me cum so hard,” she moaned back, more intensely.
That’s when I began to pull out of her slowly before re-entering her. With every push, Brianna rose to meet me and we built up a good rhythm very quickly. She was so tight, I really didn’t think I could hold back for long, especially as it had been a while since I last had sex – Brianna was the first woman I had slept with since my marriage broke up. I wanted to make her cum before I did. Luckily, she was so turned on, she didn’t disappoint me.
“Oh GOD, I’m gonna cum… OH FUCK!”
She thrust up hard onto my dick and stiffened, her legs squeezed my sides and her pussy clamped my cock in place. Brianna let out loud gasps of pleasure as her body shook uncontrollably. I was on the verge myself and knew it was only seconds away.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too,” I warned. “Where do you want it?”
After a brief pause to catch her breath between gasps, she forced out the two words I was hoping to hear: “Inside me!”
With that, it happened. My final thrust forced my dick firmly into her womb and I let out stream after stream of sticky white cum, more than I had ever shot before. It wouldn’t stop – four, five, six spurts, then a seventh… this was intense. Brianna was full of my semen and the smile on her face told me she wasn’t particularly unhappy about it.
“Oh my god that was good,” she said. “I’ve never let anyone fuck me bareback before but I couldn’t wait for you to put a condom on, I just had to have it.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, completely oblivious to the possible consequences of unprotected sex. Well, OK, not oblivious to it exactly, but it certainly wasn’t very high up my list of things to think about at that precise moment in time.
“I love the feel of you cumming in me, it’s so warm.”
“Well I love the feel of you cumming, too.”
Brianna smiled and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed again, my cock still buried deep inside her surprisingly showed no signs of deflating. It must have been her tightness or something. As we kissed, Brianna started undulating, pushing herself onto my still-hard penis.
“You want more?” I asked her as I briefly released her lips.
“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed.
This time, we took it slower. Brianna and I kissed deeply and let our hands roam all over each other’s bodies. Her young skin felt like silk and she purred with contentment as I felt every square millimetre of her wonderful flesh. We slowly ground our pubic bones together, creating a stir in both our loins which pre-empted the sensations that would follow. Brianna’s breathing was heavy and erratic, it felt like she was close to orgasm again already. Her legs remained clamped around my back and her movements became more pronounced. Despite having cum myself only minutes before, my cock was still phenomenally hard, Brianna’s tight pussy giving it a life I never knew it had. She moaned louder as her second orgasm approached and I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her before pushing slowly back in. This caused Brianna to call out to God once more (though exactly what He had to do with it I’m not sure). I repeated the act and Brianna became even more turned on, pushing up onto me as I pushed deep into her. Within a few minutes, she was cumming again. She emitted a long, low, loud moan, the likes of which I had never heard from any woman before. She spasmed in a fit of orgasmic delight, her body at the mercy of the small yet powerful area between her legs. I sucked on one of her gorgeous nipples giving her even more joy. Her legs were clamped so tightly around me, I was finding it difficult to breathe. I wasn’t going to let that stop me, though as I continued to lick and suck her breasts and move my cock in and out of her perfect teenage hole.
After cumming for what seemed like hours, Brianna finally released me, her legs and arms flopping onto the bed. She was spent – but I wasn’t. I let her get her breath back, all the time buried to the hilt inside her, grinding my groin against hers, kissing her neck and lips and teasing her nipples. But still my cock begged for more.
“I want to cum in you again,” I told Brianna. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Jeez, this girl was beautiful in every way.
“You wanna use me?” she panted.
“Yeah,”I replied. “From behind. You OK with that?” Brianna smiled and craned her neck up to kiss me. She slowly propped herself up onto her hands. I slipped out of her, expecting a torrent of cum to flow onto the bed. All that I saw was the wetness of her ultra-slick pussy, there was none of my cum anywhere to be seen. It was well and truly deep inside her.
Brianna swung herself around, propping herself up on her hands with her arse up in the air. Words cannot describe how the sight of this made me feel. I squeezed her cheeks and she giggled. But I wanted to get off again, so I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed deep into her in one swift movement. She moaned loudly as once again I met with her cervix.
“Fuck me Rob, hard!” she begged. Who am I to argue with that?
After a couple of long slow strokes, I began to speed up. Before long I was slamming into Brianna like a crazy man, and she was loving it. I had a hold of her hips and fucked her like there was no tomorrow, and all the time she moaned, squealed and yelled filth. I was in heaven.
My second orgasm took a while to build as it always does. I fucked Brianna stupid for about fifteen minutes, forcing her to endure numerous orgasms of her own. Just when I thought she wouldn’t be able to stand anymore, I felt that familiar welling of seed rising up my shaft. This was it.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum in you again…” Brianna was incapable of speaking. I gave one more hard push into her and let it go. She squealed as my cock passed through her cervix again and unleashed my second furious dose of sperm into her womb. I was surprised how much more I had to offer. I had cum so much the first time, I really didn’t think there would be much left, but I must have pumped three or four good spurts into her.
Brianna collapsed, my cock slipping out of her as she did so. Cum dripped from my dick onto her legs and I could see her wetness dribbling from her, although again, I couldn’t make out much that resembled my cum oozing from her. It was as I was admiring the aftermath that I became aware Brianna was crying. She wasn’t sobbing loudly, but there were definitely tears and the erratic breathing of someone in distress. I lay down facing her. Her eyes were closed tight and there were tears running down her face.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, running my fingers through her hair. I was genuinely concerned.
“N…nothing…,” she whimpered.
“You don’t cry for nothing,” I pressed. “Did I hurt you?”
“A l… little, but it’s not… it’s not that.”
“I’m sorry babe. What is it, then?”
Brianna looked at me with her extraordinarily deep blue eyes. “No one has ever made me feel like this before,” she said, more composed. “That was the best feeling I’ve ever had.” I was touched, but I knew there was so much more I could do for this girl.
“You’re still young,” I said. “There’s so much you have to experience yet.”
“I wish I could experience it with you,” Brianna said, lightly stroking my chest.
“We only met a couple hours ago,” I reminded her. “And in a couple of weeks, I’ll be back home in the UK and you’ll be back in Canada. Let’s not get too into this, because that’ll hurt like hell.”
“It’s already hurting…”
We drifted off to sleep, recovering from the best sex session I’d had in a very long time. If this is what being single is all about, I thought, I’m all for it!
I awoke a little before Brianna. I looked at her sleeping quietly, admiring once again her perfect teenage frame. What I wouldn’t give to take this amazing young woman home and keep her by me forever. I stroked her skin, from her thigh to her neck via her belly and back again. She stirred under my touch and opened her eyes. We just looked at each other for a few minutes before I spoke.
“Tell me,” I started. “This may seem like a strange question, but am I the oldest bloke you’ve ever slept with?”
Brianna smiled and answered: “Probably. I’ve only had sex with guys a little older than me before. I think the oldest was 17 or something.”
I suddenly felt a shockwave surge through me. Seventeen was older than her? How young was this girl? I wasn’t sure of the age of consent in Florida or Canada, but in the UK it’s 16, so I suppose I was still OK in terms of my own morals if that’s how old she was.
“How old are you?” Brianna continued.
“I’m 38,” I said.
“Wow, you look much younger,” she said, genuinely surprised.
“Really? How old did you think I was?”
“About… 27, 28 maybe?”
“Whoa, I’m flattered. Are you grossed out that I’m so old?” Brianna laughed at my semi-serious question.
“No way, not after how you just made me feel. I don’t think I’ll ever fuck anyone under 30 again!”
I had to know for sure. “So, how old are you, exactly?”
“Guess,” she replied, grinning, propping herself up on her elbow.
“Well, I thought you were probably about 18 at first, but now you’ve told me you slept with a 17-year-old who was older than you, I suppose you must be about 16, right?”
Brianna laughed out loud. Something told me there was nothing for me to laugh about.
“You really think I look 18? That is so cool.”
“So… how old are you?”
There was a pause. Then she hit me with it.
“I’m 13.”
At first, there was nothing. My brain hadn’t processed what she said. It was like my memory was full and I wasn’t able to store anything else. Then, after a few seconds, it clicked. I started sweating; fear, panic began to set in. I was floored.
“Thirteen? Thir… THIRTEEN? You’re only fucking 13? Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit…” I was spouting incomprehensible nonsense, repeating the same vulgarities over and over. “Oh fuck, shit, fuck…” I was pacing around the room, my brain on fire, my body powered by a huge rush of adrenaline which had burst through me as soon as she mentioned that oh so unlucky number. Thirteen years old. I had just had wild, unprotected sex with a 13-year-old. In a foreign country. In a state which has the death penalty. Oh boy, was I in deep, deep doo-doo. And to think, less than an hour before, I felt like I was in paradise. In actual fact, I was descending into the ever darker, deeper, more sinister levels of hell.
This story, in full, is really quite long. I've posted the first three chapters here to get some feedback. For info, if you can't wait for the good stuff, you'll find it in chapter three. For the more discerning readers amongst you, hopefully you will enjoy the full work.
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Tales of the Communal Lover
Vol. 1: Florida Sunset
Chapter One – Arachnophobia
As I gazed out on the wonderful Florida sunset, I saw her divine shape climbing out of the pool. I had only been here a few hours but I had seen more hot women in bikinis in that short time than I had seen in a lifetime in the UK. It was like a uniform here in summer. The girl in question lived next door. She was young – somewhere in her late teens I thought, though it was difficult to be sure being that I was looking down on her from my upstairs window – and her long blonde hair was darkened by the pool water. She had fantastically long legs which made her look taller than I suspected she actually was.
When I say I was looking at her from “my” upstairs window, what I mean was I was just staying here. The house actually belonged to a friend of a friend. My marriage had recently broken up and I needed some space to get my head together. My friend had suggested I go away for a bit and if I fancied Florida, she could arrange a very cheap deal with her friend who owned this place. So here I was.
I kept myself to myself for a couple of days, enjoying the sunshine and the solitude. On my third day, I was fixing myself some breakfast after another long lie-in when I heard a scream coming from next door. I went outside onto the patio where I heard a female voice whimper: “Shit, shit, shit.” I peered over the fence and saw her, the blonde teen in a state of mild shock.
“Is everything OK?” I asked. She jumped as I spoke and spun round to see me.
“Spider…” she stuttered. “A huge… spider…”
I smiled. I know that most women’s idea of a huge spider is one that is little more than 2mm across. “Would you like me to catch it for you?”
She looked at me with a cross between suspicion and relief.
“I’m Rob,” I said, introducing myself. “I’m staying here for a couple of weeks.”
“Can you catch spiders?” she asked quietly.
“Ha ha. Yes, I can catch spiders. Would you like me to catch yours?”
“I can’t go back in there until it’s gone, but the front door is locked. How are you going to get in?”
“I can climb the fence.”
She stepped back a little, allowing more space between the fence and herself. “OK,” she said. I scrambled over most inelegantly and almost landed flat on my face on the other side. The pretty teen giggled as I clambered to my feet.
“Now, where is this enormous beast?” I said.
“In the kitchen,” she said. “On the wall by the refrigerator.”
I entered the house through the patio doors. It was quite untidy inside, though not dirty. I suppose this is what you get when a teenage girl is home alone. I found the kitchen and wandered inside. As I turned to face the fridge, I saw the huge arachnid.
“Holy crap!” I said out loud to myself. I have to say, when this girl said huge, she was not exaggerating. This was a monster. The damn thing must have been three inches across and I swear I could see its eyes staring back at me. Now I’m not afraid of spiders, but I’m not particularly fond of them either. They give me the creeps, especially monster ones like this. Besides, for all I know, it could be venomous. There are no spiders like this one in the UK!
I grabbed a glass and covered the creature, its legs poking out around the edges. Slowly I lifted the edges of the glass and it moved slightly so I could release its legs and cover it with the glass again. Now all I needed was a base I could slide under the glass, trapping the spider inside while I transported it outside the house at a safe distance. Trouble is, all I could see was a cereal packet. It could be torn, sure, but I had one hand holding a glass to the wall. I needed help.
“Excuse me,” I called. “Can you come here a moment. It’s OK, it’s safe.”
The girl appeared cautiously at the kitchen doorway.
“Could you tear a piece of that cereal packet off and hand it to me, please?” She looked over at the cereal box, then back at me, then at the spider in the glass on the wall. She squealed.
“It’s OK, it’s not going anywhere.”
The girl entered the kitchen and proceeded to tear the cardboard. She handed me the torn piece at arm’s length. I took it and slid it under the glass. The spider wriggled as I did this, but the operation was a success. I removed the glass from the wall. The girl screamed again and ran as fast as she could out onto the patio. I carried the glass outside and she screamed once more.
“What are you going to do with it?” she quivered.
“I’m going to set it free,” I replied.
“No way, not out here.”
“Well, where then?”
“Out front.”
“Well you’ll have to go in and open the front door for me,” I instructed.
She ran in and I followed. I took the glass to the end of the drive and walked a few yards up the sidewalk before setting the glass down, removing the card and letting the spider go. It scurried quickly away, obviously trying to get as far from this hysterical human female as it possibly could.
I watched it peg it up the sidewalk before it disappeared into a bush in a neighbouring garden. I stood up and looked back at the girl.
“Gone,” I said. There was a huge look of relief on her face.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re so brave,” she said, smiling.
“Ha! Me? Brave? It was only a spider, not an alligator.”
“I don’t care, I hate spiders.”
I was walking back towards her house by now. She looked at me with suspicion once more.
“I don’t have my key,” I told her. “I’m going to have to leap the fence round the back to get back in.”
She smiled and let me through. “By the way,” I said as I passed her. “What’s your name?”
“Brianna,” she replied.
“Well Brianna, if you have any more creepy crawlies you want getting rid of, just scream and I’ll be right over.” She giggled again.
“Thanks. Hey, you want coffee?”
“Well I was just about to have breakfast myself, some warm croissants. You’re more than welcome to join me if you like.”
Brianna thought for a brief moment, then accepted my invitation. We went outside onto her patio and I clambered over the fence, this time managing to land on my feet. I pulled a patio chair over to the fence so I could stand on it and help Brianna over. She didn’t need much help. Her fit, lithe body swung over and landed perfectly on the patio floor. I flashed her an admiring glance and she smiled back before we headed for “my” kitchen.
Chapter Two – The chase
“So, are you on holiday like me, or do you live here?” Brianna had relaxed somewhat since our first encounter and she was happy to engage in conversation with me.
“We’re on vacation,” she replied. “We’re from Ontario in Canada. You’re from England, right?”
“Well yeah, kind of,” I responded. “Wales, actually, though I am English, not Welsh.” Brianna looked confused and I had to explain UK geography to her. “Whatever you do,” I warned, “Don’t call a Welsh person English. That’s akin to calling a Canadian American.”
Brianna certainly was gorgeous. Her hair was golden and flowed down her back. Her eyes were a piercing blue and needed no make-up to make them stand out. She was wearing a skinny-fit t-shirt with a Fall Out Boy print on it and a light, short skirt which exposed her beautiful long legs. On her feet, just a pair of flip-flops.
During the next hour, she told me her parents were visiting friends and were going grocery shopping later. She didn’t fancy any of that and was probably going to lay by the pool and sketch. She enjoyed drawing and sunbathing, and the colour of her lightly tanned skin pretty much confirmed the latter. “I’ll have to be careful seeing as you’re staying here,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I enquired.
“Well, I don’t want to show too much of myself off in case I embarrass you.”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “There isn’t much left in the world that could embarrass me, much less the sight of a pretty girl sunbathing.” Brianna giggled. I sipped my coffee.
“How about a pretty girl sunbathing naked?” I spurted my mouthful of coffee halfway across the room. Brianna laughed. “See, I thought that would embarrass you!”
Regaining my composure, I answered: “That wouldn’t embarrass me, but surely it would make you feel uncomfortable with me here.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. You’re real nice.”
“Thanks, but, you know, you wouldn’t feel…vulnerable?”
Brianna grinned a rather wicked grin. “I can take care of myself,” she said. “Hey, how about we sunbathe together?”
If I had taken another sip of coffee, I would be spurting it across the room again. This girl was naughty – but I was secretly enjoying every second.
“Well, I don’t really tan,” I said, making excuses. “And besides, I’m not sure I would want to inflict any of my naked flesh on you. It’s not a pretty sight.”
Brianna was having none of it. “Come on, it’ll be fun. There’s no one else around, I saw all the neighbours leave for the beach this morning.”
What could I do? I can’t deny I wanted to, but I felt sure I would embarrass myself and possibly even get myself into trouble. But I’m a weak minded guy and I never do what my head tells me. A diversionary tactic was called for.
“Fancy a swim first?” I suggested.
“Sure,” she said. “Last one in stinks!” With that she rushed outside and removed her t-shirt to reveal a bright yellow bikini top.
“That’s not fair,” I said. “I’ll have to go and find some swimming trunks. You’re wearing your costume already.”
“Don’t bother,” Brianna said. “I prefer skinny dipping, anyway!” With that, off came her bikini top and the most perfect pair of young boobs were exposed. They were small, but just right, and they were not completely white. Sure, they were paler than the rest of her marvellous body, but there was a light shade of tan there. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. The next thing I knew, she had lowered her skirt and was untying her bikini bottoms. I watched as she pushed them over her long legs and stepped out of them, leaving just this gorgeous creature as nature intended, as naked as the day she was born, not a hair to be seen other than that on her head.
“Looks like you stink,” she giggled as she jumped in the water.
I really didn’t know what to do. I know what I should have done, but sadly it was completely at odds with what I wanted to do, and as I said, my head rarely wins out in this kind of dilemma. My main worry was not that this teen tease was being so overtly risqué with me, but that my cock was as hard as a rock and there was no hiding it once I stripped off. I thought I’d wait until Brianna went under the water, then quickly strip and get in while she wasn’t looking. My plan worked, but even when in the water my old boy showed no sign of retracting. I figured I’d be safe enough as long as I kept away from Brianna. Unfortunately, she had other ideas. She appeared at my side within seconds.
“Race ya!” she said.
“I’m not a very good swimmer,” I replied. I was telling the truth. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t like water much at all, but when a beautiful teenager invites me to swim naked with her… well, you know...
“OK, well, try and catch me.” With that, Brianna swam off. I decided to play along and chased after her. Her youth and obvious athletic ability paid off and she eluded me for a while, but eventually, I got my chance. I had her cornered, one swift move and she was mine! She was giggling as I approached her. I was in competitive mode and all thoughts of our nudity were banished. I just had to catch this playful little minx. Suddenly, she disappeared under the water, trying once again to give me the slip. I was ready for her this time. As she tried to slink past me on my right, I dove under and grabbed her waist with my hands. She pulled me along with her for a couple of metres before I started tickling her. That was it. She had to give in and rose to the surface, squealing as her head left the water. I was right behind her but kept a hold of her waist. She writhed trying to free herself from my grip, but I wasn’t letting go. We reached the side of the pool and I allowed her to turn around to face me.
“Looks like I win,” I said.
Brianna giggled. “Looks like you do. What do you want as a prize?” Now there was a question!
“What’s on offer?” I asked, suggestively.
“Well,” Brianna said, a thoughtful expression on her face, although I strongly suspect she had long worked out her answer. “I could buy you an ice-cream, or get you a beer from our refrigerator, or…” she tailed off.
“Or what?”
“Or you might like to kiss me.”
OK guys, here’s today’s 10,000 dollar question: what did I choose? Think carefully now – what would you do?
Chapter Three – Heaven… and Hell
Brianna’s soft lips touched mine. My hands were still on her waist, although my grip had loosened. Her breath was warm and our fooling around had left us both a little puffed out. I pressed my lips lightly onto hers. We gave each other soft kisses, our lips enjoying the contact and revelling in the forbidden moment. Brianna’s hands held my sides and she moved herself closer to me. My penis was stirring again having succumbed to the coolness of the water a little earlier. I opened my mouth a little and the tip of my tongue brushed against Brianna’s mouth. She responded by parting her lips and meeting my tongue with hers. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her to me and we kissed open-mouthed, passionately.
I felt Brianna melt in my arms and I caressed her wonderful body. My cock was pressing against her and I was certain she felt it. How could she not feel it? It was obviously not bothering her otherwise she would have pulled away. On the contrary, she was pushing herself onto me, her right leg wrapping itself around my right leg. My cock was at a right-angle and now, with her lifted leg, was resting against the underside of her pussy. Our tongues spiralled around each other and I could hear her sighing into my mouth.
When we parted, Brianna looked at me deep in the eyes. She was about 5’4” and had to look up at me slightly (I’m only 5’7” myself so not considerably taller) and her eyes said it all. She wanted me, even though we had met only a couple of hours earlier; even though I was probably nearly 20 years older than her.
“Do you want to go inside,” I asked her. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. I love it when a girl does that, it looks so sexy. Is that strange? I took her by the hand and helped her up to the side of the pool, her nakedness revealing itself to me once more. God, she was stunning. I climbed out after her as she stood. The hot Florida sunshine beamed down on us as we embraced again before turning towards the house.
We may have been soaking wet, but I didn’t care that we left a watery trail through the house and up the stairs. I cared even less that my bed was going to get wet from our bodies and hair. The only thing I cared about was Brianna, and what the two of us were going to do. We kissed at the edge of the bed before slumping onto it, never once parting. My cock was the hardest I think it had ever been and Brianna couldn’t wait to have it inside of her. She didn’t want foreplay, she just wanted to be fucked. She lay back, parting her legs and guided my shaft into her waiting pussy. She was wet, not from the pool, but from her lust. I pushed slightly and felt the head of my cock enter her. We were still locked at the lips, but now we were joined in a second place. I hadn’t even thought about contraception as I pushed another inch of my naked cock into Brianna’s cunt. She was incredibly tight, but her wetness more than compensated for that and I was able to get half of my 7-incher into her without too much trouble.
I began to withdraw slightly and Brianna broke our kiss as she gasped. She looked up at me and started uttering things I never believed one so young would say.
“Fuck me, Rob,” she sighed.
“You don’t hang around, do you?” I replied.
“Why should I? I want your cock inside me now!”
“And you’ve got it.”
Brianna raised her long legs and wrapped them around my back. This allowed me to penetrate her deeper and after a couple more slow pushes, I could feel her cervix on the tip of my cock. This made her moan loudly and I kissed her neck. Brianna raised her hips off the bed and pushed onto me. My cock breached her cervix and I could feel myself entering her teenage womb. She shuddered a little at the feeling and I was worried I might have hurt her, but instead, her hands grabbed my buttocks and held me in her while she lowered herself back onto the bed.
“Oh that feels so good,” she moaned. “I want you so much.”
“I want you to come on me,” I told her. “I want to hear you cumming.”
“Oh god, you’re going to make me cum so hard,” she moaned back, more intensely.
That’s when I began to pull out of her slowly before re-entering her. With every push, Brianna rose to meet me and we built up a good rhythm very quickly. She was so tight, I really didn’t think I could hold back for long, especially as it had been a while since I last had sex – Brianna was the first woman I had slept with since my marriage broke up. I wanted to make her cum before I did. Luckily, she was so turned on, she didn’t disappoint me.
“Oh GOD, I’m gonna cum… OH FUCK!”
She thrust up hard onto my dick and stiffened, her legs squeezed my sides and her pussy clamped my cock in place. Brianna let out loud gasps of pleasure as her body shook uncontrollably. I was on the verge myself and knew it was only seconds away.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too,” I warned. “Where do you want it?”
After a brief pause to catch her breath between gasps, she forced out the two words I was hoping to hear: “Inside me!”
With that, it happened. My final thrust forced my dick firmly into her womb and I let out stream after stream of sticky white cum, more than I had ever shot before. It wouldn’t stop – four, five, six spurts, then a seventh… this was intense. Brianna was full of my semen and the smile on her face told me she wasn’t particularly unhappy about it.
“Oh my god that was good,” she said. “I’ve never let anyone fuck me bareback before but I couldn’t wait for you to put a condom on, I just had to have it.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, completely oblivious to the possible consequences of unprotected sex. Well, OK, not oblivious to it exactly, but it certainly wasn’t very high up my list of things to think about at that precise moment in time.
“I love the feel of you cumming in me, it’s so warm.”
“Well I love the feel of you cumming, too.”
Brianna smiled and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed again, my cock still buried deep inside her surprisingly showed no signs of deflating. It must have been her tightness or something. As we kissed, Brianna started undulating, pushing herself onto my still-hard penis.
“You want more?” I asked her as I briefly released her lips.
“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed.
This time, we took it slower. Brianna and I kissed deeply and let our hands roam all over each other’s bodies. Her young skin felt like silk and she purred with contentment as I felt every square millimetre of her wonderful flesh. We slowly ground our pubic bones together, creating a stir in both our loins which pre-empted the sensations that would follow. Brianna’s breathing was heavy and erratic, it felt like she was close to orgasm again already. Her legs remained clamped around my back and her movements became more pronounced. Despite having cum myself only minutes before, my cock was still phenomenally hard, Brianna’s tight pussy giving it a life I never knew it had. She moaned louder as her second orgasm approached and I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her before pushing slowly back in. This caused Brianna to call out to God once more (though exactly what He had to do with it I’m not sure). I repeated the act and Brianna became even more turned on, pushing up onto me as I pushed deep into her. Within a few minutes, she was cumming again. She emitted a long, low, loud moan, the likes of which I had never heard from any woman before. She spasmed in a fit of orgasmic delight, her body at the mercy of the small yet powerful area between her legs. I sucked on one of her gorgeous nipples giving her even more joy. Her legs were clamped so tightly around me, I was finding it difficult to breathe. I wasn’t going to let that stop me, though as I continued to lick and suck her breasts and move my cock in and out of her perfect teenage hole.
After cumming for what seemed like hours, Brianna finally released me, her legs and arms flopping onto the bed. She was spent – but I wasn’t. I let her get her breath back, all the time buried to the hilt inside her, grinding my groin against hers, kissing her neck and lips and teasing her nipples. But still my cock begged for more.
“I want to cum in you again,” I told Brianna. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Jeez, this girl was beautiful in every way.
“You wanna use me?” she panted.
“Yeah,”I replied. “From behind. You OK with that?” Brianna smiled and craned her neck up to kiss me. She slowly propped herself up onto her hands. I slipped out of her, expecting a torrent of cum to flow onto the bed. All that I saw was the wetness of her ultra-slick pussy, there was none of my cum anywhere to be seen. It was well and truly deep inside her.
Brianna swung herself around, propping herself up on her hands with her arse up in the air. Words cannot describe how the sight of this made me feel. I squeezed her cheeks and she giggled. But I wanted to get off again, so I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed deep into her in one swift movement. She moaned loudly as once again I met with her cervix.
“Fuck me Rob, hard!” she begged. Who am I to argue with that?
After a couple of long slow strokes, I began to speed up. Before long I was slamming into Brianna like a crazy man, and she was loving it. I had a hold of her hips and fucked her like there was no tomorrow, and all the time she moaned, squealed and yelled filth. I was in heaven.
My second orgasm took a while to build as it always does. I fucked Brianna stupid for about fifteen minutes, forcing her to endure numerous orgasms of her own. Just when I thought she wouldn’t be able to stand anymore, I felt that familiar welling of seed rising up my shaft. This was it.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum in you again…” Brianna was incapable of speaking. I gave one more hard push into her and let it go. She squealed as my cock passed through her cervix again and unleashed my second furious dose of sperm into her womb. I was surprised how much more I had to offer. I had cum so much the first time, I really didn’t think there would be much left, but I must have pumped three or four good spurts into her.
Brianna collapsed, my cock slipping out of her as she did so. Cum dripped from my dick onto her legs and I could see her wetness dribbling from her, although again, I couldn’t make out much that resembled my cum oozing from her. It was as I was admiring the aftermath that I became aware Brianna was crying. She wasn’t sobbing loudly, but there were definitely tears and the erratic breathing of someone in distress. I lay down facing her. Her eyes were closed tight and there were tears running down her face.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, running my fingers through her hair. I was genuinely concerned.
“N…nothing…,” she whimpered.
“You don’t cry for nothing,” I pressed. “Did I hurt you?”
“A l… little, but it’s not… it’s not that.”
“I’m sorry babe. What is it, then?”
Brianna looked at me with her extraordinarily deep blue eyes. “No one has ever made me feel like this before,” she said, more composed. “That was the best feeling I’ve ever had.” I was touched, but I knew there was so much more I could do for this girl.
“You’re still young,” I said. “There’s so much you have to experience yet.”
“I wish I could experience it with you,” Brianna said, lightly stroking my chest.
“We only met a couple hours ago,” I reminded her. “And in a couple of weeks, I’ll be back home in the UK and you’ll be back in Canada. Let’s not get too into this, because that’ll hurt like hell.”
“It’s already hurting…”
We drifted off to sleep, recovering from the best sex session I’d had in a very long time. If this is what being single is all about, I thought, I’m all for it!
I awoke a little before Brianna. I looked at her sleeping quietly, admiring once again her perfect teenage frame. What I wouldn’t give to take this amazing young woman home and keep her by me forever. I stroked her skin, from her thigh to her neck via her belly and back again. She stirred under my touch and opened her eyes. We just looked at each other for a few minutes before I spoke.
“Tell me,” I started. “This may seem like a strange question, but am I the oldest bloke you’ve ever slept with?”
Brianna smiled and answered: “Probably. I’ve only had sex with guys a little older than me before. I think the oldest was 17 or something.”
I suddenly felt a shockwave surge through me. Seventeen was older than her? How young was this girl? I wasn’t sure of the age of consent in Florida or Canada, but in the UK it’s 16, so I suppose I was still OK in terms of my own morals if that’s how old she was.
“How old are you?” Brianna continued.
“I’m 38,” I said.
“Wow, you look much younger,” she said, genuinely surprised.
“Really? How old did you think I was?”
“About… 27, 28 maybe?”
“Whoa, I’m flattered. Are you grossed out that I’m so old?” Brianna laughed at my semi-serious question.
“No way, not after how you just made me feel. I don’t think I’ll ever fuck anyone under 30 again!”
I had to know for sure. “So, how old are you, exactly?”
“Guess,” she replied, grinning, propping herself up on her elbow.
“Well, I thought you were probably about 18 at first, but now you’ve told me you slept with a 17-year-old who was older than you, I suppose you must be about 16, right?”
Brianna laughed out loud. Something told me there was nothing for me to laugh about.
“You really think I look 18? That is so cool.”
“So… how old are you?”
There was a pause. Then she hit me with it.
“I’m 13.”
At first, there was nothing. My brain hadn’t processed what she said. It was like my memory was full and I wasn’t able to store anything else. Then, after a few seconds, it clicked. I started sweating; fear, panic began to set in. I was floored.
“Thirteen? Thir… THIRTEEN? You’re only fucking 13? Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit…” I was spouting incomprehensible nonsense, repeating the same vulgarities over and over. “Oh fuck, shit, fuck…” I was pacing around the room, my brain on fire, my body powered by a huge rush of adrenaline which had burst through me as soon as she mentioned that oh so unlucky number. Thirteen years old. I had just had wild, unprotected sex with a 13-year-old. In a foreign country. In a state which has the death penalty. Oh boy, was I in deep, deep doo-doo. And to think, less than an hour before, I felt like I was in paradise. In actual fact, I was descending into the ever darker, deeper, more sinister levels of hell.