jjonah
12-30-2013, 06:28 PM
Chapter 1
"Come on Ashley, touch it."
"Uh uh."
"Come on, please?"
"No."
"Please? Just once?"
"No Mikey! Now put it away before Daddy comes in and catches us."
"Ashley!" he pleaded one last time.
"No! It's time for you to go!"
Mikey groaned in frustration and began trying to bend his steel-hard dick back into his pants. He'd thought tonight was the night, finally. He and Ashley had been going out for 4 months and tonight she had allowed him to sneak into her room after her dad and step-mom had gone to bed. But after half an hour of her fending off his roving hands while she deigned to allow him to kiss her, he had finally whipped it out in an attempt to entice her into a little more contact.
No dice.
And now she was kicking him out. He grumbled to himself as he got to his feet and finally managed to wrangle the massive boner into his jeans. Ashley looked up from the bed and giggled as he carefully eased the zipper up over the resulting bulge. He frowned severely at her but she pretended not to notice as she stood also and closed her eyes, puckering her lips for a good night kiss.
She was 16, same as him. Petite, blonde, and beautiful, she stood only 5'2" and weighed no more than 98 lbs, thanks to sticking her finger down her throat after every meal. She had big blue eyes and full pouty lips that were made for wrapping around a cock. Her tits were a decent 32C, but looked bigger on her tiny frame. She was a cheerleader, popular, and a major-league prick teaser.
For a long moment, Mikey glared at her, fantasizing about throwing her down and raping the shit out of her, but in the end he merely settled for a rapid, angry smack of a kiss as he kept his lips tightly closed. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of tongue. He turned away quickly before she could test his resolve.
Heading straight for the door, he didn't even look back as she called after him, "Call me tomorrow."
Gritting his teeth in frustration, he went out into the darkened hallway and promptly smashed his crotch into the corner of a table. Biting off the curse of pain, he froze long enough to be sure that the noise hadn't woken Ashley's parents, then pulled out his cell phone and used it to light his way. He was almost to the front door when a voice out of the darkness nearly startled him out of his skin.
"Freeze motherfucker!"
Mikey jumped so violently he dropped his phone. He spun toward the sound, raising his hands automatically.
"Don't move fucker, I've got a gun!" It was a woman's voice.
"M-M-Mrs. Jones?" Mikey queried timorously. At least he hoped it was her. And hoped that she would recognize him. He'd only met her a few times. "It's me, Mikey."
There was a long pause. He heard the tinkling of ice in a glass, then saw the glow of a cigarette in the darkness of the living room as she took a slow drag.
"What are you doing here, Mikey?" the voice asked coldly.
"Uh..."
"Come here."
After a brief hesitation, Mikey shuffled forward nervously.
"Oof!" He nearly tripped over the coffee table. Then a click sounded and he was squinting into the sudden glare of a table lamp. He still had his hands in the air, not sure if he was about to be shot. As his vision came into focus, he located the source of the voice. It was indeed Vanessa Jones, Ashley's step-mom.
Mikey's eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of her. She was a lot younger than Ashley's dad, in her late 20's he'd guess, with a dark latina complexion, beautiful face with big lips and huge dark eyes, long black hair, big round tits, curvy hips and a Kardashian ass. He'd whacked off thinking about her on more than one occasion. But he'd certainly never seen her like this.
She was sprawled on an easy chair, lounging back with one leg thrown over the chair's arm, the other foot folded up under her. She was wearing a very short, very sheer, white nightgown that did nothing to hide the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Through the gauzy material, he could clearly see her huge titties, with their large, dark nipples. He could even see a landing strip of black pubes and the pink cleft of her open vagina.
Mikey gaped at her, slack-jawed, as she coolly regarded him, casually smoking her cigarette. How long that lasted, he couldn't say, but finally she broke the silence when she stubbed out the cigarette and reached for her drink.
"You can put your hands down, Mikey. I don't really have a gun."
"Huh?" he asked stupidly, then blushed as it finally registered. He lowered his hands with an embarrassed chuckle. She watched him over the rim of the glass as she took a long pull of her whiskey drink. His momentary reprieve of apprehension was short-lived, however.
"Did you fuck my daughter, Mikey?"
His heart skipped a beat. "No!" he answered quickly. "We were just... talking."
"Talking, huh? Why do I find that so hard to believe?"
Mikey gulped and fidgeted nervously.
"Are you lying, Mikey?"
"No, ma'am! Honest!"
"Pull down your pants," she commanded.
"H-huh?"
"I said pull down your pants, Mikey." She shifted in her seat, bringing both feet to the floor and sitting up straighter. "I'm going to find out if you're lying to me."
Mikey stood paralyzed, staring at her with wide, frightened eyes.
"Or I can go get Big Jim and you can see if he believes you. And he does have a gun."
After a long uncomfortable moment under her cold scrutiny, Mikey woodenly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. She cocked an eyebrow at his underwear then looked back up expectantly. Blushing profusely, he slid his boxers down also. He had no idea how she was going to tell by looking, but this was the first time in his life that he was glad he hadn't gotten laid.
She snapped her finger and pointed to the floor in front of her. Mikey awkwardly waddled over to stand in the spot indicated. He looked down in disbelief as the beautiful woman leaned in close and sniffed his dick.
"Hmm," she mused. "I guess you weren't lying. I don't smell any pussy on you. How about your fingers?"
She took each of his hands in turn, sniffing each digit like a bloodhound.
"Didn't even get a finger wet?" She looked up at him. Her voice had taken on an incredulous, almost sympathetic tone. "Did you at least get to second base?"
"N-not really," he answered, his mind in a daze.
"I didn't figure that little bitch would put out," Vanessa snorted scornfully. "I bet your balls are bluer than Papa Smurf."
She pinched the head of his cock between her thumb and finger and lifted it to check out his hanging nuts. She lifted them with her other hand and rolled them gently with her fingers.
"Uh huh. Lover's nuts," she confirmed. "Poor things are all backed up and swollen."
Mute with shock, Mikey looked down at her painted red nails as his dick immediately began to respond. It had shrunken with his fright, but now his frustration and the sight of her hot body, not to mention her touch, had it taking flight anew. Vanessa looked straight at it as she massaged his balls. She kept hold of the head until it was fully erect, hard as a rock. Releasing his balls, she ran her fingertips lightly along the entire shaft, sending tremors throughout his young body, then took her hands away and sat back in the chair, studying it like it was a painting in a museum. Finally, she glanced up at the helpless look on his face.
"I'm gonna suck your dick."
Mikey's knees nearly gave out at that statement.
"I wouldn't send a man out in that condition," she continued with a nod toward his aching hard-on. "I'm no cock-tease like your little girlfriend in there. But first, since she didn't even give you no titty..." She slipped the straps of her flimsy nightgown off her shoulders and let it fall below her breasts. "How'd you like to get to second with these puppies?"
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed him by both wrists and pulled him down to his knees, then guided his hands to her massive chest. Mikey gave a little involuntary moan as each trembling hand was filled with soft, pliant tit-flesh. Vanessa picked up her drink and sat back placidly, giving him free reign to explore for himself.
Her tits were big. Each one was much more than a handful, heavy and firm. He experimentally squeezed and kneaded the supple, spongy flesh, growing bolder and more excited by the second as she gazed at him with a detached air, occasionally sipping from her glass. Her erect nipples were three-quarters of an inch long and as thick as his index finger, ruddy brown with areolae so wide his palm could barely cover one.
He pinched and twisted the fat nips, fascinated by the feel of them. She did nothing to either encourage or discourage his play. Emboldened, he squeezed one large tit between both hands and brought his mouth down to the poking nipple. Still, she gave no reaction, as if it really made no difference to her what he did, so he licked and sucked and nibbled on each one in turn to his heart's content. For how long, he really had no idea, but by the time he came up for air, his cock was so hard it was painful, throbbing madly with his rapid heartbeat.
"Ready for your blowjob?" she asked nonchalantly.
Mikey nodded eagerly, aware that he was grinning like an idiot but unable to stop until she suddenly grabbed him and pulled him in for a hot, passionate french kiss. Taken aback by her sudden change of pace, he quickly reciprocated, sticking his tongue in her mouth as enthusiastically as she was his. He could taste the alcohol she'd been drinking, and idly wondered somewhere in the back of his mind just how drunk she actually was, but he could really give a fuck at the moment.
Somehow, as they were playing tonsil hockey with each other, she twisted him around to where he was sitting in the chair and she was on her knees before him. His head was spinning by the time she pulled away, and he was still gasping for air when her mouth closed over his cock. He groaned deeply as his rampant bone was engulfed with hot wetness.
Both her hands were clutching hard at his t-shirt, holding it up out of the way and pushing hard against his chest. Her head rapidly bobbed up and down in his lap as she sucked as fervently as she had kissed him. His mind reeled, unable to believe this was real, unable to cope with the sheer, indescribable pleasure her mouth was giving him.
It was almost as if things were moving in slow motion. He could feel her heavy tits mashing against his bare thighs each time she drove her head down. He could hear the slurping sounds her sucking mouth made every time she raised back up. Her tongue seemed to slide around the shaft of his cock like a snake twining around a limb. Her slick lips slid all the way up and over the ridge of his swollen cockhead, then plunged back down to the root like a steam piston.
He longed for this feeling to last forever. If there was a heaven, it resided in the lovely, cocksucking mouth of Vanessa Jones. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Nothing could ever be better than this.
And then he came.
He must have made too loud a noise, although he had no recollection of doing so, because one of her hands shot up to cover his mouth even as her sucking mouth milked spurt after spurt of hot cum out of his spasming prick. She gulped down the salty spunk as if it were the nectar of the gods. Her other hand wrapped around his dick and expertly squeezed out every last precious drop onto her lapping tongue. Finally, she let the spent organ drop from between her lips.
She came up licking her lips. Her expression was back to the unreadable mask of indifference it had been before the sudden outburst of passion. She calmly pulled her top back up, putting her arms through and adjusting the straps as she looked into his eyes. Then she reached for her glass, drained the last of her drink, and rose to her feet.
Mikey still couldn't move, totally drained. He looked up at her with awe as she towered before him like a goddess from Greek myth: beautiful, inscrutable, the epitome of female sexuality.
"That was your first time, wasn't it?" she asked.
Mikey could only nod.
Finally a small, satisfied smile came to her lips.
"Next time you do me."
With that, she turned and walked away. Suddenly unable to breathe, Mikey stared at her swaying ass through her transparent nightgown as she disappeared into the darkness.
"Come on Ashley, touch it."
"Uh uh."
"Come on, please?"
"No."
"Please? Just once?"
"No Mikey! Now put it away before Daddy comes in and catches us."
"Ashley!" he pleaded one last time.
"No! It's time for you to go!"
Mikey groaned in frustration and began trying to bend his steel-hard dick back into his pants. He'd thought tonight was the night, finally. He and Ashley had been going out for 4 months and tonight she had allowed him to sneak into her room after her dad and step-mom had gone to bed. But after half an hour of her fending off his roving hands while she deigned to allow him to kiss her, he had finally whipped it out in an attempt to entice her into a little more contact.
No dice.
And now she was kicking him out. He grumbled to himself as he got to his feet and finally managed to wrangle the massive boner into his jeans. Ashley looked up from the bed and giggled as he carefully eased the zipper up over the resulting bulge. He frowned severely at her but she pretended not to notice as she stood also and closed her eyes, puckering her lips for a good night kiss.
She was 16, same as him. Petite, blonde, and beautiful, she stood only 5'2" and weighed no more than 98 lbs, thanks to sticking her finger down her throat after every meal. She had big blue eyes and full pouty lips that were made for wrapping around a cock. Her tits were a decent 32C, but looked bigger on her tiny frame. She was a cheerleader, popular, and a major-league prick teaser.
For a long moment, Mikey glared at her, fantasizing about throwing her down and raping the shit out of her, but in the end he merely settled for a rapid, angry smack of a kiss as he kept his lips tightly closed. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of tongue. He turned away quickly before she could test his resolve.
Heading straight for the door, he didn't even look back as she called after him, "Call me tomorrow."
Gritting his teeth in frustration, he went out into the darkened hallway and promptly smashed his crotch into the corner of a table. Biting off the curse of pain, he froze long enough to be sure that the noise hadn't woken Ashley's parents, then pulled out his cell phone and used it to light his way. He was almost to the front door when a voice out of the darkness nearly startled him out of his skin.
"Freeze motherfucker!"
Mikey jumped so violently he dropped his phone. He spun toward the sound, raising his hands automatically.
"Don't move fucker, I've got a gun!" It was a woman's voice.
"M-M-Mrs. Jones?" Mikey queried timorously. At least he hoped it was her. And hoped that she would recognize him. He'd only met her a few times. "It's me, Mikey."
There was a long pause. He heard the tinkling of ice in a glass, then saw the glow of a cigarette in the darkness of the living room as she took a slow drag.
"What are you doing here, Mikey?" the voice asked coldly.
"Uh..."
"Come here."
After a brief hesitation, Mikey shuffled forward nervously.
"Oof!" He nearly tripped over the coffee table. Then a click sounded and he was squinting into the sudden glare of a table lamp. He still had his hands in the air, not sure if he was about to be shot. As his vision came into focus, he located the source of the voice. It was indeed Vanessa Jones, Ashley's step-mom.
Mikey's eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of her. She was a lot younger than Ashley's dad, in her late 20's he'd guess, with a dark latina complexion, beautiful face with big lips and huge dark eyes, long black hair, big round tits, curvy hips and a Kardashian ass. He'd whacked off thinking about her on more than one occasion. But he'd certainly never seen her like this.
She was sprawled on an easy chair, lounging back with one leg thrown over the chair's arm, the other foot folded up under her. She was wearing a very short, very sheer, white nightgown that did nothing to hide the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Through the gauzy material, he could clearly see her huge titties, with their large, dark nipples. He could even see a landing strip of black pubes and the pink cleft of her open vagina.
Mikey gaped at her, slack-jawed, as she coolly regarded him, casually smoking her cigarette. How long that lasted, he couldn't say, but finally she broke the silence when she stubbed out the cigarette and reached for her drink.
"You can put your hands down, Mikey. I don't really have a gun."
"Huh?" he asked stupidly, then blushed as it finally registered. He lowered his hands with an embarrassed chuckle. She watched him over the rim of the glass as she took a long pull of her whiskey drink. His momentary reprieve of apprehension was short-lived, however.
"Did you fuck my daughter, Mikey?"
His heart skipped a beat. "No!" he answered quickly. "We were just... talking."
"Talking, huh? Why do I find that so hard to believe?"
Mikey gulped and fidgeted nervously.
"Are you lying, Mikey?"
"No, ma'am! Honest!"
"Pull down your pants," she commanded.
"H-huh?"
"I said pull down your pants, Mikey." She shifted in her seat, bringing both feet to the floor and sitting up straighter. "I'm going to find out if you're lying to me."
Mikey stood paralyzed, staring at her with wide, frightened eyes.
"Or I can go get Big Jim and you can see if he believes you. And he does have a gun."
After a long uncomfortable moment under her cold scrutiny, Mikey woodenly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. She cocked an eyebrow at his underwear then looked back up expectantly. Blushing profusely, he slid his boxers down also. He had no idea how she was going to tell by looking, but this was the first time in his life that he was glad he hadn't gotten laid.
She snapped her finger and pointed to the floor in front of her. Mikey awkwardly waddled over to stand in the spot indicated. He looked down in disbelief as the beautiful woman leaned in close and sniffed his dick.
"Hmm," she mused. "I guess you weren't lying. I don't smell any pussy on you. How about your fingers?"
She took each of his hands in turn, sniffing each digit like a bloodhound.
"Didn't even get a finger wet?" She looked up at him. Her voice had taken on an incredulous, almost sympathetic tone. "Did you at least get to second base?"
"N-not really," he answered, his mind in a daze.
"I didn't figure that little bitch would put out," Vanessa snorted scornfully. "I bet your balls are bluer than Papa Smurf."
She pinched the head of his cock between her thumb and finger and lifted it to check out his hanging nuts. She lifted them with her other hand and rolled them gently with her fingers.
"Uh huh. Lover's nuts," she confirmed. "Poor things are all backed up and swollen."
Mute with shock, Mikey looked down at her painted red nails as his dick immediately began to respond. It had shrunken with his fright, but now his frustration and the sight of her hot body, not to mention her touch, had it taking flight anew. Vanessa looked straight at it as she massaged his balls. She kept hold of the head until it was fully erect, hard as a rock. Releasing his balls, she ran her fingertips lightly along the entire shaft, sending tremors throughout his young body, then took her hands away and sat back in the chair, studying it like it was a painting in a museum. Finally, she glanced up at the helpless look on his face.
"I'm gonna suck your dick."
Mikey's knees nearly gave out at that statement.
"I wouldn't send a man out in that condition," she continued with a nod toward his aching hard-on. "I'm no cock-tease like your little girlfriend in there. But first, since she didn't even give you no titty..." She slipped the straps of her flimsy nightgown off her shoulders and let it fall below her breasts. "How'd you like to get to second with these puppies?"
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed him by both wrists and pulled him down to his knees, then guided his hands to her massive chest. Mikey gave a little involuntary moan as each trembling hand was filled with soft, pliant tit-flesh. Vanessa picked up her drink and sat back placidly, giving him free reign to explore for himself.
Her tits were big. Each one was much more than a handful, heavy and firm. He experimentally squeezed and kneaded the supple, spongy flesh, growing bolder and more excited by the second as she gazed at him with a detached air, occasionally sipping from her glass. Her erect nipples were three-quarters of an inch long and as thick as his index finger, ruddy brown with areolae so wide his palm could barely cover one.
He pinched and twisted the fat nips, fascinated by the feel of them. She did nothing to either encourage or discourage his play. Emboldened, he squeezed one large tit between both hands and brought his mouth down to the poking nipple. Still, she gave no reaction, as if it really made no difference to her what he did, so he licked and sucked and nibbled on each one in turn to his heart's content. For how long, he really had no idea, but by the time he came up for air, his cock was so hard it was painful, throbbing madly with his rapid heartbeat.
"Ready for your blowjob?" she asked nonchalantly.
Mikey nodded eagerly, aware that he was grinning like an idiot but unable to stop until she suddenly grabbed him and pulled him in for a hot, passionate french kiss. Taken aback by her sudden change of pace, he quickly reciprocated, sticking his tongue in her mouth as enthusiastically as she was his. He could taste the alcohol she'd been drinking, and idly wondered somewhere in the back of his mind just how drunk she actually was, but he could really give a fuck at the moment.
Somehow, as they were playing tonsil hockey with each other, she twisted him around to where he was sitting in the chair and she was on her knees before him. His head was spinning by the time she pulled away, and he was still gasping for air when her mouth closed over his cock. He groaned deeply as his rampant bone was engulfed with hot wetness.
Both her hands were clutching hard at his t-shirt, holding it up out of the way and pushing hard against his chest. Her head rapidly bobbed up and down in his lap as she sucked as fervently as she had kissed him. His mind reeled, unable to believe this was real, unable to cope with the sheer, indescribable pleasure her mouth was giving him.
It was almost as if things were moving in slow motion. He could feel her heavy tits mashing against his bare thighs each time she drove her head down. He could hear the slurping sounds her sucking mouth made every time she raised back up. Her tongue seemed to slide around the shaft of his cock like a snake twining around a limb. Her slick lips slid all the way up and over the ridge of his swollen cockhead, then plunged back down to the root like a steam piston.
He longed for this feeling to last forever. If there was a heaven, it resided in the lovely, cocksucking mouth of Vanessa Jones. Pure, unadulterated bliss. Nothing could ever be better than this.
And then he came.
He must have made too loud a noise, although he had no recollection of doing so, because one of her hands shot up to cover his mouth even as her sucking mouth milked spurt after spurt of hot cum out of his spasming prick. She gulped down the salty spunk as if it were the nectar of the gods. Her other hand wrapped around his dick and expertly squeezed out every last precious drop onto her lapping tongue. Finally, she let the spent organ drop from between her lips.
She came up licking her lips. Her expression was back to the unreadable mask of indifference it had been before the sudden outburst of passion. She calmly pulled her top back up, putting her arms through and adjusting the straps as she looked into his eyes. Then she reached for her glass, drained the last of her drink, and rose to her feet.
Mikey still couldn't move, totally drained. He looked up at her with awe as she towered before him like a goddess from Greek myth: beautiful, inscrutable, the epitome of female sexuality.
"That was your first time, wasn't it?" she asked.
Mikey could only nod.
Finally a small, satisfied smile came to her lips.
"Next time you do me."
With that, she turned and walked away. Suddenly unable to breathe, Mikey stared at her swaying ass through her transparent nightgown as she disappeared into the darkness.