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I grabbed her arm, pulled her in the house, and shut the door.

She threw a punch at me with her other arm, but I ducked.

“Hey, ease up. Please let’s talk.”

"Ease up? Don’t forget. I'm Emma's sister." She said while watching for my reaction.
I felt my face get hot. "You took advantage of her...you ....you...sex maniac." she spat. “My sister told me all about your little episode."
“Which one” I said, then instantly realised I had made it worse.

“Which one? There have been more? Tell me everything or I’ll make it bad for you.”

“Are you sure” I asked “Everything?”

I went into brief detail about the various times Emma and I had ‘met’ and then decided to tell her in full all about the latest session with Kayleigh. I said that Emma seemed to be more than happy, and not in any doubt of what she was doing.
Sarah stared, and seemed to breathe in when I told her about Emma and Kayleigh.

She spoke more quietly now. "First you stalked her, then lured her into your office where you took advantage of her."
Now, she was making me boil. "Sarah, you know I never stalked her and I didn't take advantage of her. It was almost the other way round. If anyone was taken advantage of, it was me. Your sweet Catholic sister has nearly exhausted me."
She raised her hand as if to slap me and I grabbed her wrist to stop the movement. Not too hard but enough to stop the momentum. It threw her off balance and she toppled backwards. I tried to hold her to stop her falling on the hall table and hurt herself. She grabbed my at my sweatshirt to steady herself, and I went with her, landing on top of her. The large vase of flowers fell over, and the water covered her shirt.
“What the fuck did you do that for?" The water made her top almost transparent and it moulded to her breasts. Her nipples became very visible as the cold made them hard. I could also see the dark area around them, almost as if she wasn't wearing anything. I was spellbound and could do nothing but stare...what a sight. Her breasts while small were so different to her sister. They kind of heaved as she shouted her indignation at me.
“What are you staring at?" She said grabbing my chin and raising it so I was looking into her blazing eyes instead of a those beautiful breasts. "Look at my face when I'm talking to you. Stop staring at my tits."
"Again, nice language for a teacher” I stammered. " Look Sarah, I’m sorry, but when Emma came on I couldn't help myself. My God she is so like you. Bloody gorgeous!"
Perhaps saying that was the right thing. I noticed her grip change and her voice become more questioning than accusing.

"Is that how you looked at my sister too” she said slowly “That lustful look in your eyes?"

I bowed my head a little, knowing she was right.

The she seemed to snap out of the sensual depth we were falling into.
"And then you started fucking her?" The accusing look in her eyes had me on the ropes. There were issues since Emma is a still a few months below the English 16 legal age and, even though she is, or rather had been a very willing partner, it could create a very difficult situation for me if she starts shooting her mouth off.

“Sarah. I know it would be difficult, but Kayleigh and even Jay would also get into a mess. Emma is a little minx. And all their college work will be screwed up.”

She looked at me, knowing that it would be tricky for us all.

“I would have trouble too” she said even more quietly “But it has to stop…”

As I was thinking of the potential consequences, I realized my hand was very close to her breast. Had she manoeuvred that? No... surely that couldn't happen. It must be my imagination. I started to back away and found that we had moved to the stair well and my back was up against the wall.
"What did you do first? Put your hands all over her breasts?” I felt my hands gently being drawn to her. So it wasn't my imagination. I could feel her hard nipple pressing into my palm as my hand moulded around her breast.
"So this is the game you want to play." I thought to myself as I spun her around and pressed her against the wall with my hands on her breasts. I pulled her back into me her soft crotch pushed against my hardening cock.

"You're exactly right." I shot back at her. “First I grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple like this" With my thumb and forefingers, I pinched and pulled both Sarah’s nipples through her shirt.

Sarah tried to squirm away but I held tight to her nipples.
"Then I kissed her on the ear and neck." Acting out the part as I talked.
At first she pulled her head back but by the time I was nibbling on her neck, she had settled down and pushed back into me.

"Yes." She moaned. “Then ?”

“I lifted her top and undid her bra, but you aren’t wearing one, so I’ll just hold your nipples, like this!”

Coming to the realization of what had just been said and done, she whirled to face me again. "You Bastard! You think I'm a pushover like my sister." Her eyes shot fire at me as she spoke.
I reached out, put my hand behind her neck, and pulled her to me, spinning around so her back was against the side of the stairs. She started pounding on my shoulders with her fists before I could grab them. With one hand, I held her tiny wrists over her head, grabbed a nipple with the other, and squeezed. "Are you going to calm down?" I asked.
She shook her head as she struggled to free her wrists. So I pulled the bottom of her wet shirt off her arms. Once free, I couldn't help but stare. Her small beautiful breasts were now free and pointing out at me...just begging to be sucked. Still holding her wrists, I bent down and sucked one nipple into my mouth. At first she struggled but the more I licked and nibbled, the calmer she got.
“This is what I did to your sister." I calmly informed her as I moved to the other breast. Sticking my tongue out, I swirled it around and around her hard nipple. Then I grabbed the hard nub between my lips and pulled out until it popped from my mouth. I thought I heard a moan. When I looked at her face she was calm, her eyes closed. I went back to licking, sucking and nibbling...first one nipple...then the other.
I relaxed my grip on her wrists and felt her hands to behind my head, pulling me into her breast. As I sucked and played with them, my hands began to wander....first up and down her side...then her hip...then her leg. Slowly, I caressed, working my way to the sweet spot between her legs.
I felt her initial stiffness, then she relaxed as I rubbed her pussy through the material of her sweat pants. After rubbing for a few moments, I slipped my hand past the waist band, into her panties and down into her wetness. I could feel the heated moisture escaping her body. After a moment, I could feel her pressing herself into my hand as I rubbed...first her clit...then down...slipping a finger between her lips into the warm wet chasm between her legs.
Not expecting any more fight, I reached up. Immediately she started kissing my neck as I played with her nipples with my tongue and lips. First one finger, then two, slid deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned and pushed harder into my hand. I continued to fuck her with my fingers as I nibbled and sucked on her breasts. I could tell she was getting really hot so I backed off and lifted her up on the hall table. I lifted her and slid her tracksuit bottoms and panties down. This put her pussy right in front of my face as I moved in between her legs.
Starting out with one long lick, from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, I licked away and using my fingers to spread her pussy lips, I stabbed my tongue in deeper...licking....flicking. I moved up and down her slit...stopping at her clit for a few moments, then teasing, going away from it. By now her hands were on the back of my head...pulling my tongue deep into her. All of a sudden, her body stiffened and I thought she was going to smother me and she held my head until the orgasm subsided.
"Wow!" was all she could say.
When she finally calmed down, I lifted her off the table pulling her to me as she slid down. I pulled her legs apart and let her settle on my hard cock. It felt amazing when I slid into her. She was so wet that there was no resistance. Not being that much heavier than Emma I could lift her up and down, her legs against the table, impaling her on my cock, with very little effort. Up and down we went for what seemed like hours but I know it was only minutes before I could feel the familiar sensations as I prepared to erupt into her. It was all I could do to hold off until I felt her body stiffen again. That was all it took to send me over the edge and I pumped wave after wave of white sticky cum deep into her. As the sensations subsided, we slowed to a stop, my softening cock still buried inside her.
She put her arms around me and said, "That was wonderful. No wonder Emma likes it."
“ You aren't still mad?" I asked, as I stroked her wet pussy, and not saying just how good Sarah was at being naughty.
“Me mad?" she looked at me with sparkles in her eyes. "Well, I was sort of mad. But I do know Emma is a tricky kid. I guessed she was in it. Rather you than some guy who just fucks and leaves. And I just wanted to see what happened."
I dropped her then, laughing.

“Well, I hope you aren’t going to just fuck and leave!”

She thumped me, and I turned and ran. She chased me upstairs until I let her catch me.

She pushed me on to the bed, and straddled me.

“You touch Emma again, I will have to do all this again! In fact I know I will have to do this again. Don’t tell Emma…..please!

All I could say as she spread her cunt lips and lowered herself onto me was “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready for both of you!”

 

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Chapter 1

It was a dark and bitter cold winter night in the suburbs, a gentle snow fall covering the neighborhood in a pristine sheet of glistening white. It was almost midnight, all the street lights were off. Mostly all of the house’s lights were off too, everyone having gone to bed hours ago. The air was still, the night silent but for a gentle wind howling against loose windowsills here and there. In the distance, at the tree-line on the edge of the field behind the bucolic neighborhood, emerged a figure from the deep black of the woods. He was covered in winter-attire, keeping his head down to protect his naked cheeks from the sub-zero windchill. He trotted along in the paper-white field, his destination a house that shared this very field as a backyard. It seemed closer in the summer times, now a never-ending test of endurance and will. By the time he reached the back porch, he was in no mood to discover that the backdoor was locked. In fact, it didn’t seem as though anyone were home. His parents usually stayed up late, and he had been counting on this fact the whole walk here. He sighed heavily, upset with himself, turned back. He circled the house towards the garage, found the spare key ‘well-hidden’ under a flowerpot just outside the doorway, and let himself in. He closed the door behind him. Noting that his parent’s vehicle was gone, he realized he would not be waking anyone up tonight. He headed for the doorway and walked into the unexpected warmth of his home.

She awoke with a start. Something had just broken, the resulting noise having startled her from sleep. It sounded like it had come from downstairs. She was a light sleeper, and had been her whole life. Another sound, movement, cabinet doors opening and closing. Somebody was in the house. Her heart beat in her chest rapidly, her adrenaline rushing. She looked at her cell phone on the coffee table in front of her, her eyes re-adjusting to the dark. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the den again. She looked around, looked for anything that could be used as a weapon. Remembering where she was, the girl got up, tip-toed to the closet, and began her search. Seconds later she carefully opened the door to the hallway, making sure to make as little noise as possible. She gripped an old baseball bat in one hand, and her cell phone in the other. She was a tiny girl, and knew she couldn’t very-well defend herself, even with a bat, but was hoping her mere presence would be enough to spook any intruder into fleeing. Then she would call the police. There was no reason to call them yet though. She had to be sure. She tip-toed down the steps, was now positive that someone was moving around in the kitchen. She could even tell that the kitchen light was on. She took a deep breath at the bottom of the stairs. She headed for the kitchen.

He was sweeping up the remains of a broken glass into the garbage can. Just as he was putting the trash back under the sink, someone spoke behind him, nearly causing him to die from a panic-induced heart attack right then and there.

“Don’t move,” the girl spoke with as much authority as she could muster. He turned ever so slowly to stare the unfamiliar voice in the eye. She was a petite girl he didn’t recognize, though she was extremely beautiful. She wore a baggy t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Her hair was died an auburn/red. She had beautiful eyes and a wholesome girl-next-door look to her. She almost resembled Hayley Williams from Paramore, probably her school’s little punk-rock princess. And she was definitely still in high school too. That much he was sure of. She looked scared, trying to hide behind a false shield of confidence, the bat shaking between her hands.

“Who are you?” he asked. “Who are you?” she replied. When he didn’t answer, clearly confused, she continued.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. So just... leave before I call the police.” Beads of sweat ran down her forehead, her hands still shaking. She was clearly attempting to control her breathing. The man could see this, glanced over at the phone on the kitchen wall. It was on the far wall, just outside the dining room. He was between it and her.

“You think you can make it to the phone?” he asked.

“I have a cell phone,” she replied coldly.

“The way you’re gripping that bat, I’d say doing anything but keeping your hands on it and your eyes on me would be a mistake. The slightest window of error on your part could be fatal.” He didn’t know why he was saying these things to her, but the words came out of his mouth. He wanted to play with her. He knew there was an honest reason for her being in his house (what it was he didn’t know), but it suddenly became clear to him what was going on. She was staying at his house for some reason, heard him drop the glass, and concluded there must be a burglar downstairs. He wasn’t that afraid, he knew he had the upper hand in this situation, that she’d never be able to swing that thing at him before he was able to move in and knock it out of her hands. He waited for her to make the next move.

She looked confused, more frightened of the burglar’s ability to access the situation. Clearly she was loosing control and that scared her. Call 911! She wanted to, but knew if she tried, she would loose. He might hurt her, or worse!

“Take whatever you want... just don’t hurt me, please.” She was now pleading. Tears were welling up in her eyes. She still clung to the bat, but knew it wasn’t her who was in control of the situation.

“I’ve no intention of hurting you. And I will take whatever I please, thank you. After all, I do live here,” he added comically.

“No you don’t. I know the people who live here. I’m house-sitting for them right now,” she said sternly. That was his answer!

“And doing a piss-poor job of it I might add. Not only has someone broken-in on your watch, but you’ve also just offered them everything but the kitchen sink and yourself. Do you have references?” He was now having fun, smiling at this last question.

“What? Why would I...I don’t think they’d...just shut up, okay!” She didn’t enjoy this game one bit. Tears fell down her cheek, though she attempted to remain in control of her emotions as best she could.

“I’m not lying. You know Mr. and Mrs. Reznick obviously. I do too. They’re my parents,” he stated as matter-of-fact as he could. She looked at him curiously, the way one looks at a familiar stranger just before realizing they do in fact know them. A light suddenly went on in the girl’s head, an indescribable wave of relief washing over her.

“You’re Aaron?”

“At your service.”

She smiled, laughed dryly, at what she didn’t know. They continued starring at each other, though she never lowered the bat.

“You going to lower that thing?” he asked smiling. She lowered it. He approached. She tensed. He took the bat from her, and for just a moment, her heart sank. Aaron studied the bat thoroughly. “My old little-league bat. Haven’t seen this thing in ages. Nice,” he added while returning the bat to the girl. “And you are?”

“Heather.”

“And you’re house-sitting because my parents are out-of-town no doubt, but where is the question?”

“Chicago, visiting family.”

“Ah, and you know my parents...” He trailed off, gesturing with his hands.

“I moved in next-door,” she stated, pointing to her right. “About 3 months ago. They knew I was looking for babysitting work and hired me to watch the place whenever they traveled, which has been quite a lot actually,” she added, still very nervous, her body attempting to calm itself down.

“It’s what they do. Well Heather, I’m Aaron. Pleased to meet you.” He extended his hand to her. They shook, she smiled.

“You scared the crap out of me! I thought you were a burglar.”

“And your first instinct was to confront an unknown number of criminals in your pajamas while wielding a weapon that they would no doubt turn against you. Next time... call the police.”

She smiled, nodded. “Yeah. Will do.”

“Great. Well I just came home for a couple days while my roommate’s girlfriend is in town. He lives back East in New England somewhere or another. How long are my Mom and Dad going to be done?”

“Another 4 days.”

“Well, I promise I won’t get in your way then. And I think it’s in both our interests to leave this whole incident out of your status report upon their return, hmm?”

Heather smiled. “I think so.”

“Well I’m going to make a midnight snack. You want anything?” 

Chapter 2

Aaron was busy in the kitchen making a late night breakfast for the two of them. Heather was upstairs in the shower, no doubt calming her nerves after what she thought to be a near-death experience. He was distributing the eggs and toast onto separate plates when he heard Heather return. She was now wearing a pair of slim jeans, a studded belt, and a full button down shirt and tie complete with a v-neck sweater pulled over top. She had put on a bit of make-up to accentuate her gorgeous eyes and beautiful smile. She wore glistening lip-gloss that distracted Aaron a bit more than he would have appreciated at this hour. The girl had style, no doubt about it. A contradiction wrapped in a marketable image. A punk-princess indeed. No doubt still had her innocence in every sense of the word too. Heather noticed Aaron do a double-take of her appearance, but didn’t know what to think of it. She was glad he did though.

“You’re a bit over-done for scrambled eegs, aren’t you?” he said while setting the table, handing her a glass of milk.

“It’s not my house, I like to look my best.”

“Fair enough,” he said while digging into a much needed warm meal. Aaron was a good looking guy, in his early twenties, having just graduated college in the spring. She had seen some old pictures of him, but he had obviously matured a great deal since his senior year picture that currently hung on the staircase wall. He had short cropped hair styled up, side-burns, what appeared to be a decent body, and even a decent sense of style. She had noticed he was wearing a designer’s t-shirt and made a comment on it in while looking for something to break the awkward silence that hung between them. Awkward for her that is. Aaron was reading the newspaper, clearly preoccupied.

“Yeah, it’s just this store in town I really like buying from. It’s no big deal.”

“Well it looks good on you,” she stated honestly.

“Thanks. So how old are you anyway? You’ve got to be in high school still I’m guessing?”

“Hey it’s my junior year. I’m 17 already thank you very much.”

“Wow, 17. That’s like way more mature than those 15 year-old freshman” he added playfully.

“I like to think I’m very mature for my age,” she stated quite seriously.

“I don’t doubt it. Friday night, probably 90 percent of your class is out getting wasted or doing drugs, and here you are all alone in my house.” 

He was good at observation, she gave him that. And that’s what she liked about him. Not only was he mature, but he saw the world for what it was, was able to recognize that she was a true-independent. Not that she didn’t have friends, but only a small group of true friends she could honestly rely on. When they were together, they didn’t need to be like everyone else to have fun or be popular. She figured he wasn’t all that different from her in high school. Would they have hung out?

“That’s true. I don’t know. I’m not into all that stuff anyway. It’s no big deal.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Ex,” she replied. He nodded. “It’s high school. It happens. It seems like everything now, but that’ll quickly change. You won’t even give him a second thought when you’re my age.”

“I hope so.”

“What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?” Her intentions weren’t simple curiosity, but that was lost on him. He was actually still distracted reading the paper in front of him.

“Not really. Had one, but it was complicated. She was complicated.” He said the words without any real emotion behind them, turning the page to continue a story he was reading on the front page. It was almost as if he was just reciting the words from memory and not immediately describing his true feelings.

“Ugh, I hate dramatic girls. They give us cool ones a bad name.”

“You’re telling me. Don’t worry, a girl like you, I’m sure you’ll find that special someone in no time.”

“I doubt it...” she said melodramatically.

“I don’t. Excuse me.” He got up and made a phone call in the living room, was touching base with one of his friends about hanging out tomorrow afternoon. They were going to grab lunch somewhere. After he hung up, he looked at Heather.

“After I clean up here I’m going to hit the hay, I have to get up early to see a friend tomorrow.”

“Cool.”

“Make yourself at home. If you need anything, my bedroom is upstairs on the right. It’s unlocked, so if any real burglars break-in, come get me.” He stated it so seriously it made Heather laugh out-loud. She nodded.

Chapter 3

It had stopped snowing outside, but it was still bitter cold. The wind would cause the window right above her head to rattle uncontrollably. Her nerves were still shot from her so-called near-death experience earlier. The body reacts to high stress situations in such a way that it may take more than a couple hours for it to return itself to normal. Every rattle made her heart race that much more, and when it finally calmed down again, the window would rattle again. It was like clock-work. Heather couldn’t take it anymore. She glanced over at the clock on the stereo and saw that it was just past two in the morning. She’d been tossing and turning for nearly two hours now. How much more of this torture could she take? She turned on the television, flipped through the channels. She watched a few minutes of a show here and there, but nothing caught her interest. Even the infomercials weren’t lulling her back to sleep. She needed a glass of water, something to snack on maybe. She shut off the T.V. and headed down the hall as quietly as she could. Something creaked behind her. The wood settling. She turned. It had frightened her. She turned back around.

“Boo!” Aaron shouted. Heather screamed, fell back. He caught her before she tripped over her own two feet, one of his hands grabbing onto her wrist, the other on the small of her back.

“Jesus Christ, how many times are you going to scare a girl in one day? I can’t sleep because of you ya’know?”

“Sorry. I saw you walk past my room and couldn’t resist.” There was an in-the-moment honesty about Aaron that Heather found attractive. She wondered how deeply it ran, if she could exploit it. Why would she exploit it? What was she talking about? She had never felt this way about a guy before, why shouldn’t she have a little fun? After all, everyone else was having more than enough fun at her age. Why wasn’t she entitled to goof-off every once in a while. She couldn’t be the good girl all the time.

“I was just going to get a glass of water. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well if you’re bored, you’re welcome to hang-out. I’m just playing video games hoping I’ll get tired sooner or later. I got some two-player games somewhere in there.”

“Sure.”

They had been playing Mario Kart on Aaron’s old Nintendo 64 (which he had to dig out and plug in) for nearly twenty minutes now. They chatted about school, friends, pop-culture, and everything else that they could think of. It was Heather who drove the conversations though, interested to hear Aaron’s opinion on everything she could think of. They found they had a lot in common, though Aaron felt a bit odd being alone with a 17 year-old high school girl he found attractive. It’s not like she wasn’t turning 18 sooner than later, but it was the principle. He couldn’t just act on a whim. Especially with a girl so innocent as her. Heather was a video game addict at heart, having owned at least a better portion of all the classic games at one point or another in her childhood. Aaron dropped his controller in amazement. She was starting to impress him, that much he would admit to himself.

“That’s twice now I beat you.” she said with a playful grin. He looked over at her. They were sitting on the floor in front of a small T.V. hooked up on his dresser.

“That’s game. You want to go again?”

“Nah, I don’t want to embarrass you anymore tonight,” she said. He smiled, impressed by her ability to keep up with his sense of humor. He found that very attractive.

“You going to bed?”

“Nah, I’m actually less tired now than I was before,” she said.

“Yeah me too.” They both laughed. “So... what should we do to pass the time now?” The comment came out a bit more awkward than he meant for it to, and they both met eyes after he said it. She wasn’t sure if he was making a move, but didn’t want to act since she probably was just misreading his signals. She’d only had one boyfriend, and they only made-out a couple of times, and the few times it happened, she hadn’t seen it coming. She went with the flow usually, always aware of her boundaries (and making sure her boyfriend knew them too). It was rarely a problem, as she suspected he was perfectly happy with just making-out at the time. She broke the awkward gaze, but held her smile just in case.

“We can play another game.”

“Like what? I think the only other two-player game I have is Goldeneye, and you already said you’re no good at that.” He turned around, began digging in one of his old junk drawers.

“No, not video game. Just... a game.” Even Heather wasn’t sure what she was getting at.

“Like Monopoly?”

“Like Truth or Dare.”

“Truth or Dare? I think I’m a little bit old to be playing that game. Plus, I don’t even think I should be playing with someone as young and innocent as yourself.” He stated honestly, though his heart burned for this night to continue running it’s course.

“I’m not that innocent!”

“That’s what all innocent girls say.” Aaron stated.

“You want to bet?” she asked.

“Are we playing then?”

“Yeah, and it’s your turn apparently.”

Aaron looked at her, unsure of what might happen. At any moment he could cross a line, she would walk out on him, tell his parents. Then what? He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t like that, but this was such an unusual circumstance. Was she telling the truth? He was dying to know. What were her real intensions here? He decided the best thing to do was take things one step at a time, being cautious with each one. If he crossed any lines, he’d apologize, blame it on a late night and too much junk food.

“Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” She said, hear stomach in knots.

“What is it... that makes you...not so innocent?”

“I don’t know...” she bumbled, embarrassed by the question. She was happy it was asked though. She was definitely getting horny, even more so than when she was with her ex-boyfriend. Usually when they kissed or made-out, it was because she felt obligated. They didn’t last long because she didn’t feel as passionately about him as he did about her. It almost turned her off from the whole ‘having a boyfriend’ notion. Tonight might change her mind though.

“That’s no answer. You wanted to play. You have to answer or take a dare!”

“Fine!” The notion of being dared to do something enticed her though. She liked playing this game with someone older, more mature, more experienced. “I think about sex sometimes. Okay?”

“Like, how?”

“It’s not your turn. Truth or dare?” she asked.

“Truth.” he stated flatly, not knowing what to expect.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Yes.” He was thoroughly impressed by the question, impressed by this girl.

“With who?”

“My ex-girlfriend. It was a long time ago. My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Not really.” “Not even with your boyfriend?” “No. We only went out for a few months, and it wasn’t even that serious. My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

Heather’s eyes widened. She wasn’t expecting a dare for quite some time. “Um... I dare you to... kiss me on the nose!” So... she was an amateur at this, so what? The game was only just beginning.

“Kiss you on the nose? Okay!” He crawled over to her, she scrunched up her face playfully. He looked into her eyes, held her gaze, and softly kissed her on the nose. He pulled away and returned to his original position. That definitely got Heather’s gears going. She wanted to do more than kiss on the nose for her next dare, that much was certain. She was just testing the waters, and she was certainly happy with the outcome. 

“Okay. My turn. Truth or dare?” asked Aaron.

“Dare!”

“I dare you to let me kiss your belly button,” he said, holding his breath afterwards.

She made a goofy face, smiling. “Okay.” She laid back down, pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal her belly button. Aaron crawled over to her and bent down. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it much further up. He could now see her whole flat stomach, and even the bottom of her white bra. Her eyes widened at this, but she definitely did not stop him. Nor did she want to. He kissed her on the belly button a couple times technically, slowly, but she did not stop him. Then, just before pulling away, blew gently down her stomach. Heather arched back just a bit, but Aaron noticed. It had definitely turned her on. He smiled, looking at her just as she looked back at him, a surprised look in her eyes. He returned to his original seat on the floor. Heather got up slowly. “Okay. My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth” He knew what he was doing, how to play the game with this girl.

“Um... what turns you on?”

“Plenty of things. I guess just fooling around with a girl is pretty hot. You get to see her naked and make her feel good at the same time.” This was both true, and the right thing to say.

Heather was getting hornier by the second. “What do you mean ‘fooling around’?”

“You know, like fingering and handjobs, stuff like that. Have you ever done that stuff?”

“No.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Are you horny right now?” he asked, She nodded her head.

“I’m getting a little wet too.”

By this point Aaron was fully hard, attempting to hide the fact by crossing his legs. It was a good thing he was still wearing jeans.

“Wow, that’s a big turn on,” Aaron stated.

“Really?” shed asked innocently enough. He nodded. They both wanted each other. Heather could have sworn the thermostat was over 90! She was hot, starting to sweat, felt like asphyxiating in the still heat. She wanted to jump onto Aaron and grind against him. She imagined what the sensation would feel like between her legs. It was everything she could to keep herself under control. Aaron felt the same way. He kept thinking about how good it would feel to whip his dick out, go over, and force it down Heather’s throat. He’d lay on top of her and fuck her face uncontrollably. He’d remove, no, rip her clothes off, and then fuck her in every position he could think of. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer to anything. And when he came, it would feel better than any orgasm he’d ever felt before. Just earlier tonight, he was packing a bag, expecting to spend a quiet weekend at home with his family. He spent the better part of 2 hours walking through the backwoods and suburbs not knowing what true excitement laid in wait for him. Heather had fallen asleep early, watching re-runs of some VH1 special she had seen at least once before. She had finished a little homework before hand, and had even invited a friend over earlier that afternoon. They ordered a pizza on Mr. Reznick’s credit card and had a good time gossiping about school and the future. Now, here they were. The moment of truth. Anything could happen.

“Truth or dare?” managed Heather.

“Dare.”

“I dare you... to show me your dick!”

Without hesitation, Aaron stood up, undid his belt, and pulled down his jeans. He was standing in his boxers, pitching a tent. Heather had never seen a penis, let alone one erect. It was much bigger than she was expecting, well over average she assumed. She didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Take off your shirt,” he demanded.

“It’s not your turn,” she stated incredibly, her stomach twisting and turning, her cunt soaking through her pants. She crossed her legs, attempting to remain in control of her body which was acting in ways she’d never experienced before.

“It won’t stay like this unless, and I’m kind of embarrassed, so that doesn’t help. If I see your boobs, I’ll be horny enough to stay hard. Please.” He wasn’t asking anymore, he was begging. She hesitated, but realized it was the least she could do. She had a general understanding of sexuality and the male body, so she knew he wasn’t lying when he said any of this. Plus, she realized she was looking at this man’s most private area on his body. Would showing him something as trivial as her boobs even be equal? It certainly wasn’t an uncalled for gesture. Slowly, she pulled her baggy t-shirt up over her head, and laid it down carefully next to her. She was now sitting in front of Aaron, who’s massive cock was starring right at her, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms and a bra. She hesitated a moment.

“I’ve never shown a guy my boobs before...”

“I bet they’re great. I can’t wait to see them.”

She smiled, he was practically begging. She liked that she had control over him. How much though, she wondered? She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and then...pulled it off her chest. She had small breasts, but they were supple, beautiful. Her nipples were perfect, tiny, pink, and fit perfectly on her small milky white mounds. She half-attempted to cover herself, but the other half liked being stared at with such lust and desire. She carefully bent down and places her bra on top of her shirt. She stood back up, unsure of what to do. He was eye-fucking her, she could tell, his hand slowly stroking the length of his throbbing cock.

“Do you masturbate a lot?” she asked.

“I masturbate sometimes. I wouldn’t say a lot.”

“I don’t mind if you do it front of me....” she stated, sitting back down and leaning back so that Aaron had a perfect view of her tits. He didn’t waste any time. “Okay...” he let out as he slowly began to masturbate in front of her.

“What do you normally think about?”

“I think it’s my turn...actually...” he grunted, he didn’t want to loose himself, but wanted to at least enjoy himself in this perfect moment. That didn’t mean he couldn’t gamble for more.

“Fine...dare,” she added mischievously, tracing one of her hands gently over her nipples beginning to get even more turned on by the fact that this was the first time a guy was masturbating to her with an accurate image of her nude body in his head.

“I dare you to take off your pants and let me finger you right now!”

She thought for a moment. Was she ready to go that far? She decided she wanted to take that chance. Worst case scenario; she stops him and asks that he finish in another room while she redresses. “Okay, but I’m really nervous. Can I at least turn out the lights?” she asked.

“Not a chance. Seeing your pussy is half the fun!”

She sighed heavily. “Okay... just, if I tell you not to look, promise you won’t?” she said while beginning to stand up.

“I promise...” added Aaron who was attempting to slow his pace down, realizing what was about to happen. He had to keep himself in check. He didn’t want to cum now, and it was everything he could do not to run over there and rape her. Heather stood up, pulled down her flannel bottoms, and stepped gracefully out of them. Now, all she was wearing was a pair of cute underwear. It was no thong, but they were cut-off above the butt-cheek, leaving little for Aaron’s imagination to fill-in. Aaron’s head spun as she finally pulled her underwear down, revealing a decent patch of pubic hair just above her swollen virgin pussy. She was hairy, but definitely was keeping it partially under control. It was hotter than sin, a true sign of an innocent girl not trying to be like every other girl who shaved, pretending to be a pornstar.

“Nice...”

Heather was blushing. “I would have shaved a bit more if I knew anything like this was going to happen...”

“It looks perfect, don’t worry. You look hot.” Aaron walked over to Heather. She took a step back, forgetting what she had promised to let him do. She laid down, on her back, keeping her legs closed.

“Make out with me first?”

“Show me your pussy first...and I’ll do whatever you want!” demanded Aaron. Heather could see the hunger in his eyes. She didn’t want to give him blue balls. She had heard of girls doing that to guys when they stopped too early, but she didn’t know exactly what happened. She also didn’t want to be a prude when she was the one who initiated this dangerous game. She hesitated, but after a moment, opened her legs revealing her swollen pussy. Aaron took it all in, could tell she was wet, her juices glistening on the outsides of her labia. He turned back, looked into Heather’s eyes, and leaned in to start kissing her. He went for her breasts first, rubbing them gently, kneading them like dough. He was being a bit rough, but he couldn’t help himself. He flicked her nipples between his fingers, tracing small circles around them. Her nipples stiffened while he did this. That’s when he went straight for her pussy. He slipped two fingers in immediately, could tell it both hurt and excited her. She broke off the kiss.

“Ah! Jesus, that’s feels so fucking good!”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little, but I like it! Don’t stop!”

He kept fingering away at her pussy, leaned back in to continue kissing the naked nubile. Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouth. Heather couldn’t take it, grabbed Aaron’s dick, felt it pulsate between her hands. He grunted. She moved her hand back and forth on it amateurishly, but effectively. Aaron grabbed her hand and guided it in the manner he found most arousing, also attempting to slow Heather down. She was out of control! He let go of her hand as she continued to stroke his hard dick back and forth.

“Let me eat you out!” Aaron let out while breaking away from the kiss, but being careful so as not to stop fingering Heather. She was close to climaxing. He began kissing up and down her neck.

“I’ve never been this close...please don’t stop...” she pleaded, looking into his eyes hungrily.

“I’ll keep fingering you while I lick you... down there...” He was attempting to focus on anything but how good his dick felt in Heather’s hands. “How does that sound?”

“I don’t... know. You want to... oh my god... you want to taste me?” She was having trouble talking and breathing now. She was panting like a dog. Her back began to arch, her muscles tighten.

“Yes. I have to taste your pussy, please!”

“Just do it!”

Aaron continued finger-fucking Heather as he repositioned himself, his dick sliding out of her soft hands. She began to rub her clit. She was masturbating, she couldn’t believe it! She had down it before, but never so furiously or passionately. And certainly never in front of anyone. Aaron dug right in, running his hand through her small bush while licking her soaking pussy like his life depended on it. The smell hit him, intoxicated him, the musky aroma casting a smell on him. He couldn’t take it. He began jerking off, but stopped himself just as soon after. He continued eating her cunt, rubbing her clit, running his hand over her naked breasts. She smelled great and tasted great! He couldn’t believe it!

“Heather you taste wonderful...”

“Don’t stop...please...oh my God that feels so great. I’m going to cum!” she screamed. He began licking deeper, faster, his face soaked in her juices, he pushed more fingers into her, harder, faster.

“Ahhh!” Heather came all over, her legs tightened around Aaron’s head, nearly suffocating him. Her vice grip loosened and she collapsed, breathing heavier than ever before. She wanted to fall asleep right then and there, but before she could, Aaron was already laying down next to her, starring at her and thinking of only one thing. Fucking her brains out. She wanted him to do it.

“Did I taste...okay?” she asked.

“Find out for yourself,” he stated, leaning and kissing her deeply. She immediately smelled a musky aroma under her nostrils, a bittersweet taste entering her mouth, dancing off her tongue. It was her own vaginal fluids being swapped back into her mouth! It freaked her out at first, she tried to pull away, though Aaron continued to force himself onto her. Almost immediately, Heather realized how turned on she was by the thought of tasting her own pussy juices, and began to kiss back just as hard. She finally broke away.

“How did you like it?” asked Aaron.

“I could smell myself on your lips while we kissed. I think I caught a taste too...that was so hot!”

“Well I think that it’s my turn now.” Aaron said, not leaving it up for discussion. Heather definitely enjoyed having her pussy eaten out, but she was completely repulsed by the thought of putting a guy’s penis in her mouth. Did that make her selfish? Surly she’d be expected to do it now, especially since he just made her cum, but couldn’t she do something else in return? Before Heather could object, Aaron was repositioning himself so that his dick was in front of her face.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this yet. I don’t think that’s going to fit in my mouth!”

WIthout warning he had pushed his whole dick into the back of her throat and began to ever so slowly fuck her mouth. After a moment, he let go, hoping she could keep up. She pulled Aaron’s dick out of her mouth immediately, looking at it up close. The smell drove her crazy, but she couldn’t believe she had just put another guy’s private parts in her mouth! She looked up at Aaron. Do I have to do this? This is humiliating and gross!

“I need to cum bad too honey, please!” He pushed her back. Almost immediately she was getting wet again as she bobbed up and down on his dick. She repositioned herself so that she could go deeper, but didn’t appreciate when he would buck up and down in her mouth, forcing himself past her gag reflex. She began to choke. Aaron let her come up for air. She coughed a couple of times, noticed that he was starring at her expectingly. “Do you have to watch me do this?”

“Yes. I love seeing what a girl looks like sucking my dick!” he exclaimed. She cringed almost at the phrase. Couldn’t he have rephrased the sentence to use softer language? But then again, she thought, there was no real way to sugarcoat it. No matter how you described it, she was still sucking Aaron’s dick. She began licking his shaft up and down experimentally, slightly turned on by the sounds he made in response. He forced her head back down, his dick filling her mouth, pushing back down her throat again.

“Deep-throat it! Oh yeah! You like that you little slut?”

Heather couldn’t believe that she had just been called a slut while trying to please her partner! She kind of liked it, but knew she should never let a man degrade her (especially like this). She continued sucking Aaron’s dick, coming up for air occasionally, only to be forced back down onto it. She didn’t even realize she had begun masturbating too. Clearly he was getting off on watching her do this at the same time.

“Your pussy tasted so great Heather. Now I’m going to cum all over that pretty little teenage face of yours...”

She pulled Aaron’s dick out of her mouth, gasping for air. She looked at him repulsed. “On my face? That’s gross!”

“You came on mine,” he stated. He was right. She didn’t know what to say, but before she could object, he jumped up and forced her up on her knees. He began to face fuck her again! A moment later he pulled her head back, away from his dick, gripping a fistful of her hair so as to keep her from moving her face. She struggled. “Wait...”

He began jerking off as fast as he could, and just as Heather opened her mouth again to object, a thick stream of cum shot out of his dick and onto her cheek. Another stream landed on her nose. She bucked back, horrified by the degrading act that was being done to her. She wanted to be his little slut though. If this is what it took. Aaron gripped her hair, pulled her face back in place, and continued to cum on her face. Another stream hit her in her right eye. He aimed up, shot more of his load on her forehead, pulled down, the last remnants of his orgasm hitting Heather in the lips (which she closed out of repulsion). He immediately let go of her and collapsed back on the carpet as if having just been drained of his life force. Heather was almost worried that he had passed out, but was too shocked to move. She stayed there, on her knees, one eye open, cum dripping down her forehead, nose, cheeks, eye, and lips. Some of it was dripping off her face and landing down on her chest. Another drop landed in her pubic hair, which worried her a bit. She wiped the cum from her eye, opened it as best she could. Aaron managed the strength to pull Heather down next to him. He looked at her cum-soaked face, down at her chest and pussy. 

“Why did you do that! That was disgusting!”

“I would have just dared you to anyway and you would have had too.” he breathed out, mesmerized by the degraded not-so-innocent girl he just met tonight. 

“I guess...but you didn’t have to be so rough....” she said.

“Sorry, you were getting out of control yourself...nearly broke my neck when you finally came!” Aaron stated in his defense. Heather smiled, though found it a bit harder than usual to do so when her face was covered in Aaron’s seed. She reached up to wipe some of it off, but Aaron stopped her.

“No... leave it!”

“What! Why? This is gross...why did you do that anyway?”

“All guys like doing it?”

“Really?” she said in disgust.

“Well...most guys. It’s really hot I think, when a girl let’s me do that. Seeing my cum on your face is a huge turn-on!” he said smiling uncontrollably. 

“I guess...but... it just seems so demeaning. Like a dog marking it’s territory or something.” She wanted to wipe it off and jump in the shower, rinse it all away, pretend that part had never happened. But it was useless. Besides, Aaron was getting semi-hard again, and maybe she wanted to push this to the next level. However, this time she was going to set some boundaries.

“I guess... but that’s the point. Especially because you’re so innocent...seeing my cum on your face is already getting me hard again. Look...how about this... I’ll listen to you from now on tonight... but you have to leave it there no matter what happens. And I get to do it again!”

“You want me to leave it on my face all night?And then put more on it! I’ll be blind! Besides, it’s starting to get hard...”

“I know. But if you do this for me, I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.” Aaron stated. Heather thought about it. She looked Aaron in the eyes. She sighed heavily. It was gross, and degrading, but she loved every second of it too. She liked being used like this. She liked it because she wasn’t supposed to like it.

“Don’t worry. I won’t cum on your face every time I get off. You have to try swallowing at least once!”

He reached over, wiped a small glob of cum of her chin, and fed it back to her. She was repulsed by the notion, but decided it didn’t taste so bad.

“Fine...but you better start eating my pussy right now, because I want to taste myself again.”

Chapter 4

Heather was inspecting herself in the bathroom. She was a mess. Her own juices were drying up on her legs, and her new boy-toy’s cum was crusted all over her face. God. She was disgusted by the way she looked, but at the same, impressed. She never knew she could be such a big slut! Was this a part of who she was? Certainly there would be no photo of her looking like this to look back on. So she had to take it in now. She washed her hands, though she didn’t know why, and returned to Aaron’s room, walking butt-naked and cum-covered down the hallway. Upon returning to his room, Heather caught Aaron holding her underwear up to his face. He immediately dropped them.

“Did I smell good down there?” she asked, honestly, while smiling, still feeling a little self-conscious. Though, after standing naked and looking the way she did in front of someone, what as left to be self-conscious about anyway?

“Yes. Wonderful,” he answered.

“Well you have the real thing right now, so why don’t you hang onto those for another time.” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, the transformation she had undergone since meeting Aaron. Aaron crawled over to her, grabbed her butt, and pulled her naked body towards himself. Her pussy was now staring him right in the face. He began to slowly lick, slowly inhaling the intoxicating smell. Heather closed her eyes, not believing she was letting this guy do this to her, treat her in such an extremely sexual way. She wondered if she’d ever let her husband do these things to her.

“I want to fuck you...” he began.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied.

“Well, someone’s certainly undergone a personality change tonight...”

Heather bent down, looked Aaron in his eyes. She had been changing, was changing. She kissed him passionately, then said, “I’ve spent a long time being the good girl Aaron. I like being the good girl! But tonight... I want to be the bad girl. Tonight, I want to be your whore. I’ll do whatever you say, just so long as you promise to make me cum whenever I tell you.” He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. He nodded in agreement with her. “Good,” she replied. “Now go get me a big glass of water. I’ll light some candles while you do. Do you have a condom?” He nodded. “Okay. When you get back, I’ll be waiting for you. Once it’s on, fuck me as hard as you want!”

When he came back, a number of his candles on his dresser were lit. Heather was laying sexily back on the bed, spreading her legs welcomingly while staring at him seductively. She gestured for the water which she finished in nearly one gulp. Sex took a lot out of you! She put the glass down on the nightstand and looked at Aaron who was opening the condom. She looked down at his dick which was less than halfway at attention. Without asking, while he was distracted inspecting the condom, Heather took all of him in her mouth and began to give him a little pick-me-up before the main event. Aaron let himself go, enjoyed the blowjob as he grew fully erect in the high school girl’s mouth. After he was completely hard, well, not right after, but soon after, Heather pulled away from Aaron’s rock hard dick. She took the condom from him and rolled it on his penis as expertly as she could (recalling an embarrassing health class lesson involving bananas). She remember one girl in the back of the class had pretended to give head to one of the bananas. If her memory served her correctly, she wasn’t pretending by the time high school started. Who was she to judge this girl? Here she was, her face crusted in cum, about to get fucked by some guy she just met! Then came the moment of truth. Aaron positioned Heather back on the bed, her head resting comfortably on a pile of pillows. He was between her legs, pulling one of her legs up, positioning his dick just outside her pussy. He looked at her. She nodded. He pushed inside of her.

God it felt good! He began slowly at first, and within seconds, felt her hymen break. Heather winced against an unavoidable pain. It hurt worse than she had been bracing herself for! God it hurt! There was already a little amount of blood visible at the joining of their privates. Tears filled her eyes as she fought through the pain, the unbelievable ecstasy of getting fucked worth every second of it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Uh-huh, just keep going...”

He did just that. He continued to fuck her, harder, faster, but slowed when he could tell it was too much for her to take. He went slowly, gentler now, began to kiss his lover. She grabbed one of his hands which was currently on her butt, replacing it on her naked breast. He broke away from kissing her on the mouth and began to suck her small boobs instead. He began to pick up his pace, his dick sliding in and out of her cunt causing both of them to experience a bit more pain with their pleasure. Her pussy was so tight!  Every time he went in, he had to consciously will himself not to cum right then and there.

“Oh yeah...ah... fuck me Aaron! Fuck me! Oh yeah!” She was crying out under muffled breath and ecstasy, transforming into the slut she wanted to be tonight.

“Does that feel good you little whore?”

“God yes! Your dick is so big in my tight little pussy!”

Aaron pulled out of Heather. “Turn around,” he demanded. “I want to pull your hair back while I fuck you doggy-style!”

Heather nodded, a little scared of how much deeper his dick would be going if he was fucking her from behind, but too fucking horny to care! She did as she was told. “I hear this is a lot of guys’ favorite position because of how good it feels for them,” she added.

“Shut up,” he said. Her beautiful ass was now sticking up in the air, taunting him, she turned around, on all fours, looking directly at him. Was he getting in character now too? He pushed forward, into Heather, and felt his cock go deeper inside her than he had been before. She cried out immediately. She wasn’t sure if she could take this, but it wasn’t up to her anymore. He began to fuck her hard, bucking back and forth.

“Masturbate!” he ordered. She began to rub her clit furiously. He grabbed her boobs from behind, began to massage them gently while thrusting in and out of her. Heather continued masturbating while Aaron removed his hands, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back towards his.

“You like getting fucked like a whore?” he whispered in her ear.

“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Do anything you want to me. Oh God that feels so fucking great Aaron!”

Aaron continued to thrust in and out of Heather from behind, her tight pussy clamping down on his member each time he pushed in. Heather was enjoying it more than she thought she would, wanting Aaron deep inside of her so she could cum harder than ever before. He fucked her harder, tracing his hands all across her naked body, wanting her to know that nothing was off limits tonight. He continued to fuck her doggy-style, hands now on her hips, thinking of nothing but how good he felt inside Heather. Her pussy felt great and that’s all he was using her for right now. Not that Heather minded. She didn’t want the fucking to stop. Aaron pulled out of her, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her back around on her back. He took in the sight of her naked body, drenched in both of their bodily fluids. She had a carnal look in her eyes, wanted him to keep fucking her as hard as he could. Aaron pushed one of her legs back and shoved his dick back in her swollen pussy. Heather arched her head back, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh my God!”

While he started to fuck her, Aaron reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed one of the candles, the movement of the flickering flame casting the bedroom into a spinning background of dancing shadows. Heather’s eyes were currently closed, all her focus on a building orgasm she was excited to experience. She continued rubbing her clit as fast as she could, wanting to do everything in her power to make it that much better. Aaron smiled, thinking of how many guys at school only fantasized about this sight. He brought the candle down, and tipped it gently over Heather’s stomach. Red hot wax ran out of the candle, splashing onto Heather’s soaking stomach.

“Ah!” she screamed, her eyes open wide. She looked down at her stomach, then up at Aaron holding the candle. He continued to thrust in and out of her as fast as he could. Heather wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the strength. She wanted to cum, that’s all she knew. She kept her eyes locked on Aaron as he pushed in and out of her vagina. He smiled, lowered the candle again, this time dumping even more hot wax onto her naked chest. It burned like hell, but almost immediately dried up, just as it had on her stomach a moment before. That helped! She was going to cum right now!

“Oh my God Aaron I think this is it! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! Ah!” she screamed out in ecstasy. Aaron began to pump harder, faster. Her pussy tightened around his dick as her vaginal muscles contracted. She threw her free hand against the wall, screamed out loud, acting as if she were fighting back against an internal pain. She screamed so loud he feared the neighbors might wake up. 

Aaron pulled out immediately, ripped the condom off, and shoved his dick into his whore’s mouth. He grabbed himself, holding Heather’s head tight with his other hand, and immediately began filling her mouth with his seed. It was too much, too fast. Heather didn’t know what to do, having no other choice but to swallow it. She began to gag, choking on her lover’s cum which continued to shoot load after load straight down her throat. Aaron began to buck back and forth into her mouth like he had just been doing in her pussy moments before. 

“Swallow it bitch!” he demanded.

Cum overflowed at her lips and trickled down her chin. She continued to swallow, unsure of when it would ever stop, the bitter salty taste overpowering her senses. Aaron finally pulled out, one last shot of cum landing on her cheek. He collapsed back on the bed, his head on her naked chest. Aaron’s head rose and fell with Heather’s heavy breathing, both of them attempting to recover all the energy they had just spent. They held onto each other, suspended in time and space, wanting nothing more than the night to last forever. They nearly fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing the other did not have the energy to participate in conversation. They wanted to talk, both of them, but sleep took them.

Heather woke up about an hour later, her eyelids too heavy to keep open for long. Something had roused her from sleep, but what? Her lover was no longer lying next to her, but standing over her on the bed, jerking off right in front of her face. His dick was hard again, throbbing. Heather didn’t know what to say, but before she had a chance to think, Aaron was already telling her to go back to sleep. She did as she was told. A moment later she felt something warm on her forehead, on her cheek, dripping slowly down her face. She didn’t mind. Aaron crawled back into bed, fast asleep within seconds.

Chapter 5

Aaron woke up first, attempting to latch onto any solid memory of the night before. He felt like he had been drained, hit by a truck even. What happened? He wiped his eyes, looked over at his concubine. In the morning light, the aftermath of last night was all too evident with Heather. Aaron was almost repulsed by what he saw, but at the same time, happy. He somehow felt connected to this girl since she had let him both take her virginity and dignity all in one night. He would definitely be washing the sheets this afternoon! Heather’s face was completely crusted in dried cum and sweat, some of her hair stuck to her face in various places. Her naked breasts (also spotted with dried cum) rose and fell with her gentle breathing. Aaron’s movements must have disturbed her as she attempted to open her eyes.

“Jesus,” she said shocked. “I can’t imagine how I must look right now...”

Aaron smiled. “You want to take a shower now?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

“Go ahead. I’ll go make breakfast,” said Aaron. They kissed gently. Heather smiled and rolled out of bed butt naked. Aaron watched as her perfect ass bounced ever so slightly with her step as Heather walked outside his room and headed for the bathroom. A beat later he heard the shower turn on. Aaron rolled over on his back, arms sprawled out. He exhaled melodramatically. He wasn’t even sure how it all started anymore. Today was going to be a good day. One filled with surprises.

Now, what to cook for breakfast...

 THE END

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She sat me on the couch next to her and I proceeded to pull down my pants.  She could see my hard on under my boxers.  She asked me at that point if I still wanted to show her my cock,  I answered by pulling down my boxers.   There I was , my cock fully erect and my pants at my knees.   My mom was so sexy, she looked me in the eye and told me how beautiful my cock was and she asked  me if she could touch it.  I was ready to explode by this point and of course I said yes.   She started stroking my cock and talking nasty.   She told me she loved playing with her son's cock and she had always wanted to see it.   This made me so hot I warned her that I was going to cum quickly.  She immediately replaced her hand with sweet lips and tongue and within 2 minutes I was ready to explode.  

Mom, I said, I'm gonna cum,

She stopped long enough to say

let it go baby, and I shot my load in her mouth.   My eyes felt like they were exploding out the back of my head as I came.  She clenched my ass with her nails the whole time I spurted.  I was in heaven as I realized my mom had just given me the best blow job ever, the one I always wanted.  

 Gramps,what do you think? Shall we let them? I shammed. Taking up on this, 'Okay but not till after lunch,they don't open till then' 'How much can we have to spend'? They chime, 'Enough!get on with you,go on down the orchard and see the butterflies,we'll call you in awhile' They were off like a flash,full now of their anticipated afternoon. 'Come on in and have a coffee,I'd just decided to have one myself' I couldn't help noticing my stepfather had placed himself nicely to catch any view Linda,my wife may inadvertantly offer when seated.

 He just couldn't contain it, 'I love the fun you have Lind' when you romp around with the squirts (kids) on our lawn,last time you were here I had it going round in my head all night,you had such antics with them' YEAH! dirty old sod,I/we knew those antics alright. 'I hope you get a chance with them in a bit,they love it,get so excited and it makes me feel good to watch 'em' - to me his 'em had a different meaning,not being uncharitable,the 'em was my wife's,tits,bum and pussy lips. - Obviously his flash to Linda was between him and her he assumed and he must have concurred she'd kept quiet about it as regards to me.

 My wife now taking up on his point, 'I'll go out on the lawn after my coffee,I'll get a chance to just lie and sun myself before my two spots me there,then they'll be back at me like a rash' I chip in. I know! You love it all that wrestling around, She gave me a knowing look and shifted her legs a touch more open,while showing a wisp of a smile. All this was almost indiscernible,but from looking at her face,his eyes traced down to her lap. - What I didn't know at that instant was,her lower half was bare under her dress.Whether she flashed or not,we didn't know either.

 Not to be two obvious,I joined my wife on the lawn and led beside her but away enough to allow her to move in a rolling fashion if she chose to. As she got down on the grass,she squat and knelt forward before rolling onto her back and laying prone missionary style. Realising her dress was up she flattened it down towards her knees as any woman would. All this took place with my stepfather innocently stood dead in line but a little back or down from her feet end. In fact he had put himself far enough back to get a look at any goodies she flashed,cunning fucker. - Still 'A man in need' I suppose - After a short while he disappeared,probably hoping for a Linda performance,this was not before I clocked he had a half boner showing at his trouser leg though.

 Quietly I voiced, Christ Lind' you almost drive him mad,he's gone off with a half hard cock and you've done nothing except get down on the lawn. Equally quietly with her lips barely moving, 'No knicker's' AH! all was clear,as she'd knelt on getting down,he must have had a full ass/pussy view right until she moved over from the doggy position. What he seen I concluded had sent him to his wanking post,Ha!Ha! I spotted our son creeping towards my wife but still well down in the shubbery. Watch out son's stalking you,I'll keep an eye out for daughter. On standing,Oh! its alright,she's still watching butterflies down the bottom.

 I now moved off away a bit and as son got nearer Linda;she rolled over and started to crawl forward to capture him. As I watched,I realised that from the window a full rear view would be showing my wife's ass and pussy as her crawling moved it about. I had a vision of a hard cock being fondle by its owner watching her bum in motion. 'Got you' followed by a shriek indicated his mum had caught him and this was followed by them now in a cowboy game. He on his mothers back as she crawled back to where she knew her antics could be observed from the window. Having been facing this window as she crawled she now turned and the rear was a pretty sight,because now she bucked as though she was a bronco which made son slip up towards her shoulders with shieks of mirth.

 More to the point,it also rode her dress up presenting me and anyone else looking,with a completely naked ass/thighs and pussy lips peeking from between. Linda clocked daughter heading towards them, 'Enough now,we'll get you some sandwiches then you can be off' By this time,both were together and chimed in, 'No if you give us enough,we'll get some chips at the fair' They scurried off to find their grandad to let him know. On returning with him, Son queried, 'What's wrong with your car'? Nothing, 'Why were you hid in the garage then'? No,not hid,I'd just gone to get some money from the dash,I always leave it their to stop the jingling when its in my pocket. 'Oh! is it for us'? 'Yeah,here you are' we added some more and off they went.

 My devious mind told me. No doubt his small change was in his car,but the jingling had to be avoided because he was wanking over my wife's cunt exposure,I had no way of proving this and didn't want to. Further,I'd had a think about the current format and had concluded,it would be better if I appeared to be well out the way. Selfishly,I hoped that this may even tempt my wife to let him have a fuck, - Who knows,left alone? - I excused myself saying,I'll drift off behind the kids for awhile just to be on the safe side. - Course,we both knew they were okay,they often went all over on their own, - because of this my wife gave me a knowing smile with, 'okay if you must but they're okay,you fuss to much'

 Father-in-law says nothing. I could only imagine his euphoria,knowing his daughter-in-law had a naked cunt for him to study with no disturbance like me around. I went and in no time,I'd circled back and secreted myself in an advantageous position to observe the scene. Still on the lawn,my wife was directly opposite him and he in turn seemed to be animating and guesturing a need. My wife was slowly nodding no,but with a rue smile at her lips. As she sat in a deck chair and he being on a fold up seat,it was clear,now aware she was naked under her dress that he had a view of her thighs and probably her belly but bacause her thighs were closed he would not have been able to see what he most wished to,her cunt,remembering she'd already flashed it earlier.

 Then,while still nodding a no,she gently pulled her dress hem up very slowly,then stopped after it had risen about four inches,leaving it about six from her belly. Again he gustured with his hand as though a little higher,then with both hands as if in prayer he vee'd his fingers asking her to open her legs a bit. Still with this slow 'NO' nodding,she persisted to prick tease the poor sod. These games were very titivating,we always played like this ourselves. Then like a flash,she opened her thighs very wide and slammed them shut. The bitch,I'd had that done so many times,with the same tormenting grin that followed. He got up,I,for an instant thought he was throwing his toys out the pram,but no. Unabashed it indicated a very pronounced hardon inside his trouser's which brought forth a further quick thigh opening by Linda.

 He headed off towards his lair and in no time returned with his precious camera. But not before I observed her reach between her legs and return her hand with what was obviously a copious amount of her love juice on the fingers. Another torment I'd experienced in plenty. She was most horny by the look of it and it crossed my mind whether she may go the whole hog,with him and her being on their own. - They think! - But if they did,I'd have to let it happen and get her to relate it to me sometime after. There was just no way I could get privy to the actual happening if not done outside. We had talked about it but Linda had said,there was no chance of it happening so she would never need to tell me anyway.

 So the scene changed again,relenting,my wife let him snap her legs open as she sat there,but not before she clearly indicated it in no way would show who by having her head on them. Strangely she disappeared with her handbag and reappeared with a plain white non-descript dress on. I had never ever seen this dress and clearly she'd put it on for anonimity. A,for want of a better phrase,photo shoot followed. All pornographic and very arousing as I can confirm being that my cock was like iron and dripping with precum.

 She made much to show him how wet she had become and I was convinced she was going to let him in her. She even,after looking at his camera,with him guesticulating,had him get his tripod to mount it on,then he surprised me by pulling his own hardon out and standing with it inches from my wife's pussy. By her guestures it was one for her only which I approved of as it meant that she intended to reveal all to me,or so I hoped. Having put his hardon away, - It was the first time I'd seen him hard,although I was more than familiar with it when slack as he always showed it plenty around the house when showering etc. I always thought it was in a vain hope of getting my mother randy.

 So they went to the cottage with me left to only guess if there was to be anymore action. I knew there just had to be,but of what form this would follow I could only guess. I snuk under the old window on the off chance I'd hear something and I was in luck. Talking in a normal voice I heard my wife giggling while saying. 'You randy dirty old man,how on earth did you get all that of me and that bit,can you stop it,its at my house,how on earth did you do that without no one seeing you' The whirring I knew was his video cam. 'I only run it on the camera so there's no chance of getting found out,She'd never touch my photo and film stuff' Linda said, 'Hold on,I've just seen that one,that you,that's your cock and it bigger with you being naked' 'Yeah,just watch a minute' I hear my wife giggle again, 'Are you going to show me,you doing what I think you're doing,are you? You dirty sod,thats a picture of mine you're wanking on,you dirty,dirty old sod' 'Ah! Would you? You know,would you let me do it for real,you know,wank over yours,I know there's no likelyhood you'd let me have it in,but squirting over yours,does that appeal to you,does it'?

 I heard my wife say, 'No not with the camera running anyway' 'You mean you will with not filming it'? 'No,I didn't say I would,but if we went in the garage,I might you know' I was gutted,clearly they'd gone through the garage door adjacent to this corridor and there was no way of hearing any further or seeing in there other than through the way they'd just entered. I just wanted to know what "You know" was.

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 So,I went off and hoped for a full detailed description of this happening later. This is what she said,after I confided with her as to what I'd followed first hand. She'd guessed I'd been about but couldn't think of anyway to do what she did somewhere where I could see. But I knew now by what she then said,she hadn't actually fucked or let him fuck her,but on the other hand,it also indicated to me she'd thought about doing it with him.

 She started by saying,'If I let him I'll make sure its somewhere you can see us' Fair enough,I will look forward to it if you do,so go on,what did you two do then? - We were in bed when she finally got her chance to tell me all that happened.

 Well,what you couldn't see was,he had obviously made the video ready to hopefully get me hot enough to do some more real dirty mucking about and I must admit I was already intending to because of the photo stuff and watching his hardness for all that time,I am after all,flesh and blood. I wanted her to get to the nitty-gritty but let her run it her way. So having shown me video of me and the bit of him wanking spunk over a large photo of my belly and pussy, - I still am not sure how he got it though and he wouldn't say. - I hit back with all I had to hand,I pulled my dress right up to my tits and made a fucking motion,he took this to mean I'd let him and he pulled his cock out and made to have me. I nodded a NO! and like a kid he went as tho' to sulk,again I lifted,this time right up past my tits and he made a grab for them,he was quick and caught hold of them,me,letting go of the dress he held on to my tits and fondled as I made to hold his cock.

 That's when you must have lost track as he let go of my tits and guided me into the garage intent on sticking it up me. But that wasn't going to happen,I whispered to him,I'll wank it over my cunt for you. He let me start then and I must admit,its a big one when hard. I thought I had him getting pretty near to cumming and he caught hold of my hand and stopped me. In a most pleading voice he said,would you lay back on the cars bonnet (Hood) and rub yourself off while I wank it onto yours. I thought,the cunning old sod,he's planning to stuff it up me. he must have read my mind. "No,I promise I wont try to push it in,its just that I've fantasized you rubbing it so much,if you lay there after,I'll video yours with my spunk over it" The bonnet was warm and it felt nice as I lay back trusting him to only do what he said he would. But as an insurance I notioned if he tried to have me he'd get no more in the future.

 So that's what happened and he asked if I'd let him lick it off. I did and he made a naughty excuse,he licked me on the pussy claiming it was only because some of his had gone on it. I don't think it had but I told him I'd let him off with that,grinning,he knew full well the only juice on my cunt was mine,but in fairness the twenty or so licks made my pussy want more. SO GET TOO IT BOY,SUCK ME OUT RIGHT NOW! I complied and added my cream to my wife's,but in my case,right up the top of her quim.

 Bye for now.

to be continued...

By: Skylar