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By billy69boy
My wife died of cancer when she was young and in her forties. We never had any offspring, so I was pretty much alone. We lived in a small town, and a few of the neighbor ladies took to stopping by, bringing casseroles and generally caring for me. My next door neighbor, in particular, took a fancy to me. Beatrice was divorced and lived alone with her daughter Jessie who was quite the wild one growing up. She did all the things that parents dreaded, including dropping out of high school, drinking and d**gs, disrespecting authority and eventually getting pregnant. I grew close to her mom, and I tried to be a role model for her daughter, but all I got in return was nastiness and contempt.
After the girl's own daughter was born, she managed to shirk most of her motherly responsibilities, staying out all hours of the night doing whatever, and then just crashing out all day. She knew that Bea would take up the slack, and she took full advantage of her mother's generosity. It was a good thing too, because Jessie ended up in prison after an armed robbery had gone awry. Apparently she agreed to be the getaway driver, and the whole lot of them got busted. So, Bea ended up getting custody of her granddaughter Brynn.
Brynn was a delightful little girl, and I grew quite fond of her. So much so that I found myself spending most of my free time with Bea, helping out with Brynn as much as I could. She won our hearts as we watched her grow up. Before long I was staying with Bea fairly regularly, and we decided to move in together, although neither one of us was too keen on marrying. It was more a matter of convenience, plus it enabled me to sell my house and bank the money.
The months turned to years, and seemingly all of a sudden I was considering retiring. I worked with my hands all my life, and now my body was pretty worn out. Bea was no spring chicken either by then, and she was tired of the cold winters. So we decided that we would move down to Florida after Brynn graduated from high school. We figured the girl could get a job down there for the summer while she waited for college to begin in the fall. We decided on a place not far from the local community college, to make it as convenient as possible for our now spoiled teenager.
At first, she refused to go because she didn't want to leave her friends. But we convinced her that she would make new friends soon enough down south with us. The girl had a bit of her mother in her, though, and she could be sharp-tongued and disrespectful when it suited her. Bea and I probably let her get away with more than we should have, but we felt bad for her, what with her mother in prison and Brynn having never known her father.
I took Brynn down with me to help me set up our new digs and see about her looking for a job. Bea stayed behind until her house was sold. Settlement was just a few weeks away. Brynn and I got along okay at first. She seemed cheerful enough, and she got a waitressing job almost right away. I wasn't surprised, considering how attractive she was. She wasn't very big, only just five feet tall and probably weighing less than eighty pounds, but she was very athletic and had a tight little body…not that I was looking or anything. She had bright blue eyes, long brown hair, and she was a sexy dresser…not that I noticed or anything…well, there's no harm in looking now, is there?
Just when things seemed to get running smoothly, I was dealt another tragedy: Bea had only just moved in a few weeks when she was broadsided by someone who ran a stop sign. She died instantly. Brynn and I were both in shock. Bea was the glue that held us all together, and now she was gone. We laid her to rest in a cemetery just outside of town and tried to pick up the pieces of our lives. Brynn went back to work, and I did my best to provide us a decent home. I was retired now and didn't make much effort to get out and mingle with the town folks too much. Mostly I did some fishing down at the pier and basically worried about Brynn. We weren't even related, but I was pretty much the only person she had left. It doesn't mean she appreciated me or anything. Mostly she just ignored me. I understood as best as I could. The girl was only eighteen, and she suffered losses that a grown person would have trouble dealing with. Sure, she was depressed, and who could blame her?
Brynn immersed herself in her work, eventually getting another position working weekends as a cocktail waitress in a local night club. We lived in a community mostly made up of retirees who had made enough money in their work lives to afford to live in Florida's sunny environs full time. So, even though Brynn and I coexisted well enough, we hardly saw much of each other. She had her busy routine, and I pretty much lazed my days away doing whatever I felt like.
But there was one thing that kept me interested: On the weekends, Brynn wouldn't come home from the nightclub until well after hours, and she always got dropped off at the house by some mysterious person in the wee hours. Being a man who still rose before dawn, just as I did all those years of my working life, I would hear the car quietly pull away after depositing Brynn's limp body in a chair on our front patio. After the sound of the car disappeared down the road, I would get up and fetch Brynn and bring her inside.
Dutifully, I would always follow the same routine: carry her limp body to her room and place her on her bed. I would slide her shoes off and pull a sheet over her, and know that she wouldn't greet the day until well past noon. I never questioned her afterward, as it was pretty much her own business. I guess I was just happy to share my life with someone, never mind that we hardly spoke to one another. She still gave my remaining years some kind of meaning, and she was awfully easy on the eyes, if I must say so myself.
Now, I know what you're probably thinking, but you would be wrong: I've always considered myself to be a gentleman, even if I was a little rough around the edges. I didn't have a lot of class and culture, I'll admit it, but I knew how to respect the ladies, and I wasn't big on taking advantage of them. And so, I regularly tended to my young, inebriated housemate each weekend with a sense of chivalry and proper manners. At least, that's how things began.
The truth is, Brynn never acknowledged my valiant efforts to keep her safe and warm and comfortable on those nights when she came home so out of it. I guess she thought it was her right to be taken care of by me, I don't know. But, I'll admit a bit of resentment crept into my mind. I don't know why, but I began to alter our routine after a while. Instead of just removing her shiny black heels and tucking her in, I started to remove her blouse as well. And then, seeing as how her miniskirts might get all wrinkled if she slept in them, I would also help her get out of them too, leaving just her bra and panties (usually thongs) on before pulling the covers up over her sexy young body.
Now, I might be an older man, but I still had sexual urges and I would leave her room with an erection most of the time. Being used to sexual self-satisfaction by now, I would usually go to my room and take care of business before I set out to do some fishing or grabbing a cup of coffee at the diner, or whatever.
Our weekend routine stayed pretty much the same: Brynn would appear on our patio just before dawn on most Saturdays and Sundays, I would see that she got inside, took off her outer clothing and tucked her in. I let her wake up when she wanted. Sundays were her only days off, and she spent most of her time quietly recuperating for much of the day and evening. Eventually I did begin to take some…how would I say it…liberties, if you will while putting her to bed: my hand would graze across her breasts which were still firmly encased in her satiny bra, and my pulse would start to race immediately. She wouldn't move when I did it, so eventually I would try something else: I would trace my index finger from her bra on down her bare belly, over her navel, and all the way to the waistband of her tiny matching thong. My cock would stand straight up and actually quiver with excitement: still no response from her.
From there, I would gently run my finger horizontally along the waistband, slipping my finger just underneath as I went. I was crazed with lust by then, breathing heavily, and sweating profusely. I took it all as signs that I had better get the hell out of there before something…unfortunate…might happen. So, I quickly covered her up and hurried right to my bedroom for some much needed relief before leaving the house and starting my day.
No matter where I went or what I did, I found myself thinking of Brynn almost constantly. Her smooth skin, her sexy curves, her constant weekend state of coming home and being completely out there…DAMN! I was equal parts ashamed and obsessed with my thoughts of her young lithe body. It became embarrassing to stand up to leave the diner, or to walk down the fishing pier with a hard-on the likes of which I hadn't experienced since my teen years. It was also exhilarating.
Early Saturday morning finally arrived, and I lay in bed wide awake, waiting to hear the soft hum of the car engine and its unknown driver stop and deposit the object of my desires on the screened-in porch once again. I could still see his taillights in the distance, as I scooped her up in my arms, brought her inside and lay her down gently on her bed. I was already tripping over my stone hard prick even before I had her heels off. My hands shook uncontrollably at first, and I had to sit still and try to calm myself before going any further. I looked her up and down, and I could feel myself blush. Her white cotton blouse was askew, and her buttons didn't match the holes. It was also pushed up, revealing her taut thin waist. Her black pleated miniskirt was in no better shape. She must have had quite a night.
I managed to calm down enough to slowly undo each of her blouse buttons, and gingerly slip the blouse out from under her back without any notice from her. Next was the side zipper on her skirt: as I slid the tiny thing down her legs, I gasped when I discovered that her thong was missing…gone! I literally swooned, got lightheaded and had to plop down at the foot of her bed. She didn't budge. After a minute or two to get my bearings, I ever-so-carefully picked up each of her legs and spread them a little wider. My face was just a foot or two away from her smooth-shaven, glistening pussy, there for me to behold in all its glory.
The first thing I did was to drop my boxers and give my raging cock a good squeeze. I was so close to heaven and I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible. I leaned in and took a deep breath. It was obvious that she had been used, and used well. She was soaking wet, and still oozing that familiar fluid. I couldn't help but to feel it for myself. I wasn't disappointed. I allowed my finger to slide up and down her pink slit a few times, and I was shocked when she responded with a low moan. I pulled my hand back instinctively, only to be greeted with another moan that sounded kind of disappointed. I sat motionless, waiting to see what would happen next.
Brynn's legs slowly spread open even further, and I heard her utter quietly:
"Oh, Jamal…"
I almost jumped out of my skin! This was the first time she had ever moved or said anything when I was putting her to bed. After another minute or two went by she seemed to lapse back into La-La Land. I put my hand on her knee and ran it slowly up her leg. To my delight, she put her hand on mine, and directed it onto her slick mound:
"Oh, yes!" she whispered, as she pushed my hand down until it rested right on her juicy cunt. I didn't need instructions from there, and I began to play with her labia as she bent her knees and slowly pulled her legs back towards her chest. Damn, she was wet as hell and after I twirled my finger tip around her protruding clit for a long minute, my finger easily slid deep inside her love entrance. More groans of delight followed when my second finger joined in.
"That's it…oh my yes…finger me, Robert! Finger-fuck me!"
I needed no extra encouragement, and I teasingly pushed a little deeper with each stroke as I followed her instructions. Pretty soon, I was burying my two fingers to the hilt, with no resistance. She was so well-lubricated; I figured I could fit my whole hand inside her wanton sex, and she would just keep moaning. When I saw that she had pulled her bra up over her tits and began fondling them, it nearly put me over the top. But, being the gentleman that I am, I thought I should tend to her needs first. Seeing as how she seemed confused about whom she had sex with, I slid my slippery fingers out of her love furnace and touched them to her lips. It was a risky move, but I was beyond playing it safe at that point.
She immediately opened her mouth and sucked my two fingers into it. She licked them greedily, sucking on them and even playfully nipping them with her teeth. I pulled them back out of her mouth and she murmured:
"Oh, Jose, you taste so good!"
Wow, I was dumbfounded. No wonder her clothes were all such a mess, not to mention losing her thong at some point during the night. I shoved my fingers back into her steamy opening, adding a third finger. She seemed to welcome the extra addition, and her body began to writhe as she pushed her pelvis up to meet my intrusive fingers. All the while, she pulled at her erect nipples and squeezed her small firm breasts as she drove towards fulfillment. Once again, I pulled out and presented my fingers to her drooling mouth, only this time I didn't wait for her approval or acceptance; I just plunged them in and fucked her mouth with my three cum coated fingers, much to her delight. She choked a few times but it didn't slow her down as she struggled to get them past her gag reflex and down her throat.
My other hand found her dark entrance, and by then it didn't surprise me to discover that it was easily violated by my fully inserted finger. Her rectum contained the same slick lubrication as her pussy, and I fingered her ass vigorously, which seemed to please her enormously. Curious as to what name or names she might blurt out next, I swapped hands and introduced my anally intrusive finger into her mouth, and she didn't disappoint:
"MMMMM! Ramon…so sweet!"
I almost laughed out loud, but I didn't dare break my silence. I still didn't know if she had any idea it was me that was taking advantage of her. Instead, I moved up between her legs and ran my cock head up and down her swollen labia, and further down across her forbidden entrance, collecting quite the combination of semen samples along the way. With head of my cock head completely saturated in other men's cum, I straddled her and moved up her skinny torso until my stiff member reached her mouth. I rubbed it on her face and put it to her lips. She opened her mouth wide, but I backed away:
"No, just your tongue," I said calmly.
Oh shit, I thought! What have I done? I just spoke to her, which is exactly what I told myself NOT to do! My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what to expect. I was already mentally kicking myself for losing control. All of a sudden I felt naked and vulnerable; well I was already naked, but I didn't have any excuse or explanation for my behavior if she opened her eyes and saw who was on top of her.
Slowly she opened her mouth again. And she stuck out her tongue. And her eyes stayed shut.
By billy69boy
My wife died of cancer when she was young and in her forties. We never had any offspring, so I was pretty much alone. We lived in a small town, and a few of the neighbor ladies took to stopping by, bringing casseroles and generally caring for me. My next door neighbor, in particular, took a fancy to me. Beatrice was divorced and lived alone with her daughter Jessie who was quite the wild one growing up. She did all the things that parents dreaded, including dropping out of high school, drinking and d**gs, disrespecting authority and eventually getting pregnant. I grew close to her mom, and I tried to be a role model for her daughter, but all I got in return was nastiness and contempt.
After the girl's own daughter was born, she managed to shirk most of her motherly responsibilities, staying out all hours of the night doing whatever, and then just crashing out all day. She knew that Bea would take up the slack, and she took full advantage of her mother's generosity. It was a good thing too, because Jessie ended up in prison after an armed robbery had gone awry. Apparently she agreed to be the getaway driver, and the whole lot of them got busted. So, Bea ended up getting custody of her granddaughter Brynn.
Brynn was a delightful little girl, and I grew quite fond of her. So much so that I found myself spending most of my free time with Bea, helping out with Brynn as much as I could. She won our hearts as we watched her grow up. Before long I was staying with Bea fairly regularly, and we decided to move in together, although neither one of us was too keen on marrying. It was more a matter of convenience, plus it enabled me to sell my house and bank the money.
The months turned to years, and seemingly all of a sudden I was considering retiring. I worked with my hands all my life, and now my body was pretty worn out. Bea was no spring chicken either by then, and she was tired of the cold winters. So we decided that we would move down to Florida after Brynn graduated from high school. We figured the girl could get a job down there for the summer while she waited for college to begin in the fall. We decided on a place not far from the local community college, to make it as convenient as possible for our now spoiled teenager.
At first, she refused to go because she didn't want to leave her friends. But we convinced her that she would make new friends soon enough down south with us. The girl had a bit of her mother in her, though, and she could be sharp-tongued and disrespectful when it suited her. Bea and I probably let her get away with more than we should have, but we felt bad for her, what with her mother in prison and Brynn having never known her father.
I took Brynn down with me to help me set up our new digs and see about her looking for a job. Bea stayed behind until her house was sold. Settlement was just a few weeks away. Brynn and I got along okay at first. She seemed cheerful enough, and she got a waitressing job almost right away. I wasn't surprised, considering how attractive she was. She wasn't very big, only just five feet tall and probably weighing less than eighty pounds, but she was very athletic and had a tight little body…not that I was looking or anything. She had bright blue eyes, long brown hair, and she was a sexy dresser…not that I noticed or anything…well, there's no harm in looking now, is there?
Just when things seemed to get running smoothly, I was dealt another tragedy: Bea had only just moved in a few weeks when she was broadsided by someone who ran a stop sign. She died instantly. Brynn and I were both in shock. Bea was the glue that held us all together, and now she was gone. We laid her to rest in a cemetery just outside of town and tried to pick up the pieces of our lives. Brynn went back to work, and I did my best to provide us a decent home. I was retired now and didn't make much effort to get out and mingle with the town folks too much. Mostly I did some fishing down at the pier and basically worried about Brynn. We weren't even related, but I was pretty much the only person she had left. It doesn't mean she appreciated me or anything. Mostly she just ignored me. I understood as best as I could. The girl was only eighteen, and she suffered losses that a grown person would have trouble dealing with. Sure, she was depressed, and who could blame her?
Brynn immersed herself in her work, eventually getting another position working weekends as a cocktail waitress in a local night club. We lived in a community mostly made up of retirees who had made enough money in their work lives to afford to live in Florida's sunny environs full time. So, even though Brynn and I coexisted well enough, we hardly saw much of each other. She had her busy routine, and I pretty much lazed my days away doing whatever I felt like.
But there was one thing that kept me interested: On the weekends, Brynn wouldn't come home from the nightclub until well after hours, and she always got dropped off at the house by some mysterious person in the wee hours. Being a man who still rose before dawn, just as I did all those years of my working life, I would hear the car quietly pull away after depositing Brynn's limp body in a chair on our front patio. After the sound of the car disappeared down the road, I would get up and fetch Brynn and bring her inside.
Dutifully, I would always follow the same routine: carry her limp body to her room and place her on her bed. I would slide her shoes off and pull a sheet over her, and know that she wouldn't greet the day until well past noon. I never questioned her afterward, as it was pretty much her own business. I guess I was just happy to share my life with someone, never mind that we hardly spoke to one another. She still gave my remaining years some kind of meaning, and she was awfully easy on the eyes, if I must say so myself.
Now, I know what you're probably thinking, but you would be wrong: I've always considered myself to be a gentleman, even if I was a little rough around the edges. I didn't have a lot of class and culture, I'll admit it, but I knew how to respect the ladies, and I wasn't big on taking advantage of them. And so, I regularly tended to my young, inebriated housemate each weekend with a sense of chivalry and proper manners. At least, that's how things began.
The truth is, Brynn never acknowledged my valiant efforts to keep her safe and warm and comfortable on those nights when she came home so out of it. I guess she thought it was her right to be taken care of by me, I don't know. But, I'll admit a bit of resentment crept into my mind. I don't know why, but I began to alter our routine after a while. Instead of just removing her shiny black heels and tucking her in, I started to remove her blouse as well. And then, seeing as how her miniskirts might get all wrinkled if she slept in them, I would also help her get out of them too, leaving just her bra and panties (usually thongs) on before pulling the covers up over her sexy young body.
Now, I might be an older man, but I still had sexual urges and I would leave her room with an erection most of the time. Being used to sexual self-satisfaction by now, I would usually go to my room and take care of business before I set out to do some fishing or grabbing a cup of coffee at the diner, or whatever.
Our weekend routine stayed pretty much the same: Brynn would appear on our patio just before dawn on most Saturdays and Sundays, I would see that she got inside, took off her outer clothing and tucked her in. I let her wake up when she wanted. Sundays were her only days off, and she spent most of her time quietly recuperating for much of the day and evening. Eventually I did begin to take some…how would I say it…liberties, if you will while putting her to bed: my hand would graze across her breasts which were still firmly encased in her satiny bra, and my pulse would start to race immediately. She wouldn't move when I did it, so eventually I would try something else: I would trace my index finger from her bra on down her bare belly, over her navel, and all the way to the waistband of her tiny matching thong. My cock would stand straight up and actually quiver with excitement: still no response from her.
From there, I would gently run my finger horizontally along the waistband, slipping my finger just underneath as I went. I was crazed with lust by then, breathing heavily, and sweating profusely. I took it all as signs that I had better get the hell out of there before something…unfortunate…might happen. So, I quickly covered her up and hurried right to my bedroom for some much needed relief before leaving the house and starting my day.
No matter where I went or what I did, I found myself thinking of Brynn almost constantly. Her smooth skin, her sexy curves, her constant weekend state of coming home and being completely out there…DAMN! I was equal parts ashamed and obsessed with my thoughts of her young lithe body. It became embarrassing to stand up to leave the diner, or to walk down the fishing pier with a hard-on the likes of which I hadn't experienced since my teen years. It was also exhilarating.
Early Saturday morning finally arrived, and I lay in bed wide awake, waiting to hear the soft hum of the car engine and its unknown driver stop and deposit the object of my desires on the screened-in porch once again. I could still see his taillights in the distance, as I scooped her up in my arms, brought her inside and lay her down gently on her bed. I was already tripping over my stone hard prick even before I had her heels off. My hands shook uncontrollably at first, and I had to sit still and try to calm myself before going any further. I looked her up and down, and I could feel myself blush. Her white cotton blouse was askew, and her buttons didn't match the holes. It was also pushed up, revealing her taut thin waist. Her black pleated miniskirt was in no better shape. She must have had quite a night.
I managed to calm down enough to slowly undo each of her blouse buttons, and gingerly slip the blouse out from under her back without any notice from her. Next was the side zipper on her skirt: as I slid the tiny thing down her legs, I gasped when I discovered that her thong was missing…gone! I literally swooned, got lightheaded and had to plop down at the foot of her bed. She didn't budge. After a minute or two to get my bearings, I ever-so-carefully picked up each of her legs and spread them a little wider. My face was just a foot or two away from her smooth-shaven, glistening pussy, there for me to behold in all its glory.
The first thing I did was to drop my boxers and give my raging cock a good squeeze. I was so close to heaven and I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible. I leaned in and took a deep breath. It was obvious that she had been used, and used well. She was soaking wet, and still oozing that familiar fluid. I couldn't help but to feel it for myself. I wasn't disappointed. I allowed my finger to slide up and down her pink slit a few times, and I was shocked when she responded with a low moan. I pulled my hand back instinctively, only to be greeted with another moan that sounded kind of disappointed. I sat motionless, waiting to see what would happen next.
Brynn's legs slowly spread open even further, and I heard her utter quietly:
"Oh, Jamal…"
I almost jumped out of my skin! This was the first time she had ever moved or said anything when I was putting her to bed. After another minute or two went by she seemed to lapse back into La-La Land. I put my hand on her knee and ran it slowly up her leg. To my delight, she put her hand on mine, and directed it onto her slick mound:
"Oh, yes!" she whispered, as she pushed my hand down until it rested right on her juicy cunt. I didn't need instructions from there, and I began to play with her labia as she bent her knees and slowly pulled her legs back towards her chest. Damn, she was wet as hell and after I twirled my finger tip around her protruding clit for a long minute, my finger easily slid deep inside her love entrance. More groans of delight followed when my second finger joined in.
"That's it…oh my yes…finger me, Robert! Finger-fuck me!"
I needed no extra encouragement, and I teasingly pushed a little deeper with each stroke as I followed her instructions. Pretty soon, I was burying my two fingers to the hilt, with no resistance. She was so well-lubricated; I figured I could fit my whole hand inside her wanton sex, and she would just keep moaning. When I saw that she had pulled her bra up over her tits and began fondling them, it nearly put me over the top. But, being the gentleman that I am, I thought I should tend to her needs first. Seeing as how she seemed confused about whom she had sex with, I slid my slippery fingers out of her love furnace and touched them to her lips. It was a risky move, but I was beyond playing it safe at that point.
She immediately opened her mouth and sucked my two fingers into it. She licked them greedily, sucking on them and even playfully nipping them with her teeth. I pulled them back out of her mouth and she murmured:
"Oh, Jose, you taste so good!"
Wow, I was dumbfounded. No wonder her clothes were all such a mess, not to mention losing her thong at some point during the night. I shoved my fingers back into her steamy opening, adding a third finger. She seemed to welcome the extra addition, and her body began to writhe as she pushed her pelvis up to meet my intrusive fingers. All the while, she pulled at her erect nipples and squeezed her small firm breasts as she drove towards fulfillment. Once again, I pulled out and presented my fingers to her drooling mouth, only this time I didn't wait for her approval or acceptance; I just plunged them in and fucked her mouth with my three cum coated fingers, much to her delight. She choked a few times but it didn't slow her down as she struggled to get them past her gag reflex and down her throat.
My other hand found her dark entrance, and by then it didn't surprise me to discover that it was easily violated by my fully inserted finger. Her rectum contained the same slick lubrication as her pussy, and I fingered her ass vigorously, which seemed to please her enormously. Curious as to what name or names she might blurt out next, I swapped hands and introduced my anally intrusive finger into her mouth, and she didn't disappoint:
"MMMMM! Ramon…so sweet!"
I almost laughed out loud, but I didn't dare break my silence. I still didn't know if she had any idea it was me that was taking advantage of her. Instead, I moved up between her legs and ran my cock head up and down her swollen labia, and further down across her forbidden entrance, collecting quite the combination of semen samples along the way. With head of my cock head completely saturated in other men's cum, I straddled her and moved up her skinny torso until my stiff member reached her mouth. I rubbed it on her face and put it to her lips. She opened her mouth wide, but I backed away:
"No, just your tongue," I said calmly.
Oh shit, I thought! What have I done? I just spoke to her, which is exactly what I told myself NOT to do! My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what to expect. I was already mentally kicking myself for losing control. All of a sudden I felt naked and vulnerable; well I was already naked, but I didn't have any excuse or explanation for my behavior if she opened her eyes and saw who was on top of her.
Slowly she opened her mouth again. And she stuck out her tongue. And her eyes stayed shut.
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