Furnished RoomChapter 5
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It was Sunday evening just after seven. Standing in front of the living room fireplace Lance was looking at the picture of Claire, her husband and Stacy. In the mirror he saw the reflection of Selena’s silver Aviator stopping in front of the house. He watched the two girls get out of the car. As they walked toward the house they held hands. When they came through the door he asked, “Did you have a good weekend?”
Looking at Selena Stacy said with a grin, “I’m gonna have a lot better time at college than I’ve been having at high school.” Selena’s black eyes sparkled, matching her toothy grin. He couldn’t miss the body language between the two girls.
Recalling Claire’s praise of Selena’s Cortez’s mother, Sarafina, he thought there might just be more to the girls’ relationship than met the eye; the pieces seemed to be falling into place. He visualized their young, naked bodies—one on top of the other—their face’s buried between each other’s legs.
Had he not been worn out from his weekend with Claire the image would have activated the engine of his libido. Since the morning after he moved into the house, the action between Stacy and her mother had his parts overworked. He needed respite. Likewise he thought, Claire and her daughter Stacy must have had their fill of sex for the time being.
As the week progressed there was no further activity with Claire. She made it clear to him that she wouldn’t have sex with him while Stacy was in the house. Under the circumstances Lance thought I wonder what that is all about.
On Thursday night he went to bed before eleven. He had the same dream he had the first night he was in the house: Claire was kneeling over his body on the bed, giving him a blowjob. It seemed more realistic than the first. Just like before, he woke up before he came. As his eyes clicked open he saw the green numerals of the clock: It was 2:43. But the sensation of a mouth on his penis didn’t stop. Raising his head he could see in the dim highlights from the streetlight outside his window what appeared to be a dark haired woman ministering to his cock. “JESUS Claire,” he said, “I thought I was DREAMING.”
“Mmm, hmmg,” came the muffled voice from the woman’s bobbing head.
As her head bobbed her warm mouth gobbled his electrified phallus. The expert flicks of her tongue fluttered on its underside giving him chills as she cradled his balls in her soft hand. Feeling her mouth coming off his sex he could make out in the darkness that she was looking up at him. What a way to wake up, he thought as her face moved back toward his crotch. In the ambient light he could barely make out the light skin of his glistening erection. Claire’s shadowy head closed the distance and took him in again. As he felt the thrill of her warm, wet mouth exciting his excited organ his eyes had become better acclimatized to the darkness and captured her shining eyes looking up his body and staring into his.
“So, you like these little surprises?” she whispered. Not waiting for an answer she took him deep inside her mouth again, coughing slightly as the head of his dick touched the back of her throat. She gripped his hardness as the bobbing of her head fucking his cock increased.
Still dealing with the ecstasy of being awakened in such a thrilling Lance laced his fingers in Claire’s auburn hair and guided her head—Auburn HAIR? Straining his eyes he realized that her hair was blond. The voice wasn’t Claire’s. It was STACY’S.
Most men, even those who are permanently, happily married, while out of town on business have fantasized a woman knocking on their door to engage in gratuitous sex. Unrealistic; true, but a nice fantasy just the same. Some have said they would turn the woman away. Most wouldn’t. But what kind of a man would stop a blowjob in progress, particularly when his balls were exploding into the warm mouth that was sucking him?
“Mmm,” Stacy purred, smacking her lips with the silky sound of unswallowed, wet sperm. Laying her head on his bare stomach she licked the residual semen and whispered, “I love your cock Lance ... and I LUHV cum.”
Feeling panicked he scrambled to a sitting position. “JESUS Stacy, you’ve got to get OUTTA my bed.”
“Don’t worry about Mom Lance; you couldn’t wake her with a stick of dynamite.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears,” came his sarcastic reply.
“What’s that supposed to mean,” she said. It sounded like she was pouting. “Didn’t you like it?”
“I loved it kiddo,” he assured her, “but I haven’t got time to explain.” He pushed her until she stood. “It’s just ... it’s just. You’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
In exasperation she sighed and said, “I know Lance. But I just have to TALK with you about something.”
“Not here. Not now. You’ve got to get the hell out of my room Stacy.”
“Can you pick me up after school tomorrow?”
He didn’t want to but he wanted to get her out of his room as quickly as possible. “What time?”
“3:30”
“I’ll be there. Get out, NOW.”
It was the last sleep for him that night. Had he understood more of what Claire meant when she asked him to “take care” of Stacy he might have been able to enjoy the young girl rather than sending her slinking back to her bedroom. This is more like a strange kind of porn movie, he thought, flummoxed by the weird situation he found himself in.
As she was leaving for work the next morning Claire, following Stacy out the door said to Lance, “I’ll be with Sarafina tonight. Stacy’s going to be working on prom night displays at school. So you’ll be on your own Lance.” He stuck out his tongue, curled it up and licked the tip of his nose. “Mmm,” Claire, with a demure curl of her lips, murmured as she felt a tingle in her clitoris. Winking she said, “Our time’ll come sweetie.”
He held out his hands in a questioning pose and asked, “With Sarafina?”
She rolled her eyes and chided, “Asshole,” then chuckled, “Maybe if you play your cards right.” She flapped her hands for him to go away saying, “Jesus Lance, you’re a horny son-of-a-bitch aren’t you.”
It was 3:33 when Lance slowed his black Porsche in front of the school. Up ahead he could see Stacy leaning against a lamp post. She was alone. When she saw him pulling up she smoothed back her hair, licked her lips and let her hand slide slowly down her breast. As she was getting into the car he thought I’ve never seen anybody like this girl and said, “I thought you’re supposed to be working on prom night tonight.”
“I told them I wasn’t feeling well.”
As he pulled the car away from the curb he glanced over and asked, “So what’s so urgent that you have to talk with me about?”
“You really hurt my feelings last night when you kicked me out of bed Lance.”
“Use your head Stacy. I can’t have you in bed with me like that at your house. I’m out of my mind for even seeing you like this.”
Scrunching down in her seat she pouted. “You just don’t understand about my mom and me Lance.”
“So what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Take me someplace quiet where we can talk.”
“And where might that be?”
“Over by the University,” she said. “There’s a park where college students go to make out.”
“I thought things were different now. I thought they did it in the rooms of their coed dorms.”
“Doesn’t be such a dick,” she sneered. “Is it only old people who think they’re romantic?” As they approached the University she said, “Turn right at the next light. About a hundred yards on the right you’ll see the entrance to the park.”
He saw the sign for the park, turned on his directional signal and slowed. Turning into the park he followed the road for approximately two hundred yards.
“See that picnic table on the right?” Lance nodded. “See the tire tracks leading to that big Cottonwood tree?” He nodded again. “Follow the tracks around the tree.” Idling around the tree there was an opening that led to large grove of Aspens. He pulled the car into a small clearing large enough for just one car.
Smirking at Stacy he said, “It seems like you’ve been here before.”
“Pays to get around town,” she answered with a cocky grin. “I went to a party at the Theta Rho house last month. Two of the frat boys brought me here.” She opened her door and started to get out, saying, “I’ll show you something neat.”
As Lance got out of the car he was thinking what kind of a girl tells her mother’s tenant that she had been to this place and had sex with two guys? He followed as Stacy ambled ahead, disappearing behind a thicket of sumac bushes. When he caught up he found her in small opening with a gurgling brook. From the sumac bushes to the spring was a carpet of soft, green moss about fifteen feet across. Stacy sat down and patted the moss beside her. “This is a really good place to...” she grinned, “ ... talk. Rolling his eyes he chuckled, shook his head and sat down on the moss.
Looking over at him with pouting lips she pulled her knees up and hugged them with her arms. “I wanted to tell you when I was in bed with you Lance. But you kicked me out.”
“We’ve been over that Stacy. That’s never going to happen again when your mother’s in the house.”
With a catty accusing voice she rejoined, “You’re never going to do anything with my mom when I’M in the house?”
“What goes on between your mom and me is none of your business.”
She gave him a knowing smile and said, “How did you say it, “from your mouth to God’s ears?”
“What do you mean by that?”
With an “I gotcha grin” she smiled and cocked her head. Brushing her hair back with her hand she sighed, “When you get to know Mom better you’ll understand. In the meantime it’s none of YOUR business.” Her smile was sarcastic. Staring at him she smirked then seductively licked her lips.
He stared back, wishing he could wipe the sneer off the little bitch’s face. As she licked she licked her lips he felt a tug in his grown. Fuck it he thought I might as well enjoy myself.
“So,” she said with an impish smile, “what if I wake you up again with your cock in my mouth?”
“Don’t,” he said.
She wrinkled her forehead, shook her head and replied, “After you hear what I have to tell you maybe you’ll change your mind.”
“I doubt it. But let’s hear the big secret.”
With a broad smile she gave him a broad smile. “I had a good time with Selena over the weekend.”
Lying on his side he placed his elbow in the soft carpet and propped his head with his right palm against his cheek. He asked, “So, is that the purpose of bringing me to your hideaway? After seeing the two of you when you came back Sunday night I had an idea that something hot might have taken place.”
“Oh,” she said with a dreamy look in her eyes, “It was more than something hot, it was FANTASTIC. Selena ate my pussy and I ate hers.”
Jesus, how did I get myself into this crazy situation? When he met Selena that night, when she came to take Stacy to Boulder he sensed wildness in the girl similar to Stacy’s. But with Selena there was a greater presence of sophistication and maturity. It didn’t surprise him that she would be a mentor to the younger girl.
Lance asked, “Did you like it?” He knew the answer but thought if he took a little time to draw out the conversation it might help him understand Stacy a little better. He needed to have an understanding of what was really going on in the Moore family. Like so many conversations he had had with Stacy and Claire this one was leading to another raging hard-on.
“I loved it,” she said. “When those frat guys ate me out I loved what they were doing. Unlike with Selena though, they were doing it for them though, not me.” She rolled her eyes. “There’s something to be said about being eaten by another woman, someone who understands what a clitoris is all about.”
“So,” Lance probed, “Selena’s a pretty good teacher?” Stacy’s intense gaze made an impression on Lance that she was about to tell something out of school.
“Actually,” she said, rolling her eyes back into her head as if she were checking her notes, “I’ve had a better teacher.” She paused, put her tongue in her cheek, bit her lip and went on, “But I’ve never done it with someone close to my own age.” She grinned. “Selena is SO good,” she said with a grin. Cocking her head thoughtfully she added, “It’s not as if she learned it all by herself though.”
“So what’s that supposed to mean?”
Even though they were alone her eyes searched the sumac bushes for spies. In a hushed voice she confided, “She’s been doing it with her mother,” pausing a bit to study Lance’s face before adding, “Since before she went to college.”
Like Curious George Lance became curioser and curioser. He wondered how long Selena had been engaging in incest with her mother. He wondered if Claire knew and if she does, does she approve? Is Claire involved with Selena too? Do they do ménages-a-trois’? Will Sarafina bring Stacy into the group, if there is a group? And who is the better teacher? What kind of a perverted past might this girl have had? The possibilities of these questions, not to mention the fact that they had even become questions boggled his mind.
“Did that shock you when she told you about her and her mother?” He asked.
A look of wonder visited Stacy’s face, the kind that teenagers manifest when they are trying to accept or reject a new idea. “Kinda,” she answered. “There are things that are easy to accept about your own self ... like I’m wild, right? Selena has always been fun but never wild like me.” She contemplated then said, “She sure knows how to eat pussy though.”
As it would be for any red blooded man being with this delicious teenager was an incredible turn-on for Lance. But the conversation and the way it was unfolding was turning him on even more. He was rigid and throbbing. Anxious for her to continue he asked, “And?”
Laying her head on his stomach she sniffled as her hand absently moved to the bulge in his pants. “Selena told me that Sarafina and Mom are having sex together.”
I knew it, he thought. “It doesn’t sound like you approve Stacy,” he said and thought Jesus, what else am I gonna find out in this menagerie? The idea of a conversation going on while his cock was being stroked through his pants by a young girl was in and of itself astounding.
“Selena didn’t tell me this ‘til after we did each other,” she said as her fingers worked the zipper of Lance’s fly down. Pulling his cock out of his pants Stacy looked up into his eyes then lowered hers to what was in her hand and mused, “I had more orgasms with Selena than I would have thought possible.”
“What did you think of your mother making it with a woman?”
Thinking about it for a few seconds she said, “Um ... It made me jealous of Sarafina ... and mad that Mom was doing it to her. But I understood why Mom liked it. And when we did it to each other (talking of she and Selena) ... well ... it was really nice.” Her hand moved on Lance’s cock in a slow, steady motion but she stopped when she said. “Her pussy tasted so fucking good ... better than m...” the word stopped in mid breath
Does she mean Mom? JESUS!
With her right hand she stroked his cock ever so slowly. Touching her little fingertip in his slit she stretched a tiny string of Lance’s precum until it snapped. Bringing her finger to her mouth she sighed and said, “I think the taste of sex is so fucking good Lance. Does that make me weird ... or bad?”
He tensed at the sensation of her touch. Ignoring her last question he asked one of his own, “So how does that make you feel, Stacy?” She kissed the tip of his glans and looked up with an affectionate smile, her eyes locking on his as she pondered the question.
“At first I just found it hard to believe that my mother could be doing those things with a woman we know so well; our families are almost in lock step. I wanted to call Selena a liar.” She moved Lance’s cock around like a gear shift lever, scanning its variations. “After I found out how wonderful making love with Selena was and after she told me about her mom ... and after Selena explained to me how lonely Mom really is...”
There was something about Stacy’s nonchalance that was troubling him. She’s just too aware to be beating around the bush like this. Claire told him that wild was wild, “wild like I was at that age,” she had said. He didn’t know what it was but there was something about the Moore women that just wasn’t adding up.
“Selena told me that her mother said that Mom and Daddy haven’t been having sex for a long time.” As she moved the loose outer skin up and down his rigid shaft she continued her original statement, “I’ve known that all along. But hearing it from someone else is really weird. I mean it felt weird ... at first.”
It seemed strange to him that she was telling him all this. It was like she was practicing to tell someone else, like there might even be something else underneath all she telling, like something sinister. “So,” Lance asked, “Do you feel better about it now?”
She contemplated then said, “While Selena and I were driving back home on Sunday I thought about how beautiful making love with her was. I couldn’t hate Mom for doing the same thing with Selena’s mother. It’s not really like she’s being unfaithful to Daddy or anything. But I don’t want to think about it right now Lance. Can’t we just fuck?”
Can’t we just fuck, he chuckled inwardly. Just the kind of matter-of-fact thing every teenager says, ‘Can’t we just fuck?”
Lying back with his head resting on his hands he looked up at the sparkling sun peeking through the quaking aspen leaves. He was thinking about Claire. She had asked him not to hurt her daughter. When she cautioned him that Stacy would probably try to seduce him he remembered thinking, I’ve got news for you honey. Your daughter has already given me a blowjob in my car.
Lance had never met such a wild slut of a girl. He thought about what Claire told him of about her own younger days. It was hard to imagine she could be as wild as her daughter was turning out to be. Maybe her mother doesn’t know how wild Stacy really is. But somehow he doubted it. When he first came to live at the Moore house both Claire and her daughter were strangers to him. There’d been no doubt in his mind the attraction he had for Claire. Claire was married, something he had always shied away from. But as the attraction bubbled he began to rationalize that he wasn’t responsible to a man who left his family in a lurch like this. Besides, the vibes were so incredibly magnetic. But he never expected to have a young girl working him the way Stacy was. He was resisting but between mother and daughter he felt like iron filings being pulled by magnets on either side of him.
Who could have predicted that after spending only one night in Claire’s house that the daughter would have given him a blowjob in the car? He was just trying to be nice by offering her ride to school. The fact that she had not only gone down on him but did it with such ease and expertise hooked him. His moral compass was out of whack. Over the weekend he had made passionate, exhausting love to her mother. She was one of the most sensual, most responsive women he’d ever been with. Just last night, less than a week after he’d moved in, he awoke to this preposterous teenager sucking his cock. And here he was in a secluded glen where she told him that two fraternity guys had eaten her pussy. Then she told him about her weekend with Selena and how they’d feasted on each other’s twats.
Claire said she knew what a wild sexual thing her daughter was. But did she really? When she asked him not to hurt Stacy did Claire really mean that she wanted him to take care of her daughter sexually so she didn’t get into trouble elsewhere? What kind of mother would ask that of a man?
Not only was he fucking a married woman, there was no doubt in his mind that he was on the verge of fucking her underage daughter as well. If I wrote a story about this, he thought, people would think it was so much bullshit that they would not even bother to read it. But Stacy already had his cock out and was giving him a hand job.
In the secluded grove Stacy’s blond hair gleamed in the sun-dappled light. She intensely stroked Lance’s cock yet her face appeared angelic. Having never had children and having always hoped for a daughter of his own he thought, Christ, would I want my daughter to be doing something like this? Unable to deny the pleasure he was feeling he wiggled with excitement. Shit, he thought, knowing he wasn’t going to stop her, what a fucking perv I’ve turned into.
Lying back he pillowed his head in his hands. As he squirmed with the pleasure he thought about Stacy’s mother. Not only did Claire seem to have her act together, she was the most exciting woman he’d ever met. She was a woman with whom he thought he could be comfortably married.
“Do you to eat pussy, Lance?”
Her question shocked him out of his reverie. She’s different today. Raising his head he smiled. She’s not the same girl who grappled for my cock in the car the other day. She wants to talk, wants to be made love to. What has Selena done to her? It’s something more than just eating her pussy.
Answering her question he said, “Anyone who calls himself a man loves eating pussy Stacy. And any man who loves women thinks pussy is like the Ambrosia of the gods.”
Her hazel eyes were duplicates of her mother’s but with the clarity of youth. They looked at him with the same intensity as Claire’s had when she was staring over the brandy snifter at him—the night Stacy went to Boulder with Selena.
“When we make love Lance,” Stacy asked, “will you eat mine?”
He rose to his knees, took Stacy’s hands and coaxed her into a sitting position. When she was upright he sat facing her, their bodies almost touching. Slipping his left hand around her waist he put his right hand on her right shoulder and cradled her body across his chest. As their lips melted together he moved his left hand to her right breast and fondled it.
She must have shit-canned her bra, he thought, her nipples are way too prominent. As they kissed and his hand caressed her breast the air from her nostrils washed his cheek. Her muted moans sounded like a combination of sighs and whines. She broke the kiss.
“Everybody thinks I’m a slut Lance ... except for Mom and maybe Selena. Nobody loves me.” Tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
I’m such a fucking creep, it’s so wrong for me to be with her like this, not to mention dangerous. He’d never been alone like this with a young girl. He wasn’t a parent and didn’t have a clue how to deal with teenage insecurities. And since she had already sucked his cock in the car, and then again last night, there was no way he could think of her without sex coming into the picture.
He wondered what he would do if Stacy were his daughter. Of course, he thought, if she were my daughter there would never be a situation like this in the first place. He hadn’t met her until she was already a voluptuous young woman. He thought of her mother and the feelings he was developing toward her. Why had she asked me not to hurt her daughter? He pecked her cheek and kissed her tears.
“Daddy thinks I’m a slut too;” She sniffled, “he hates me.”
Conflicted, he wanted to fuck her. Yet his heart ached for such a beautiful girl who felt so devoid of love.
“You’re not a slut Stacy.” He pecked at her tears. “You’re just a girl whose been dealt a strong libido ... and a basketful of curiosity.” It wouldn’t have surprised him if the girl had tried something with her dad. “Did you try to do something to your father like you are doing with me now Stacy?”
She sniffled again and said, “Nuh-uh,” then sobbed.
When she first started crying his hand came off her breast. But she placed it back and held it to her with her own hand. “He caught me with a little boy who lived down the street. We were comparing our parts. We were five.” She sniffled again. Her Adams apple bobbed like she had something stuck in her throat. “He spanked me—hard—and said I was a little slut, just like my mother.”
“All little kids are curious Stacy.”
“That’s what Mom has always said. But no matter what I did or how hard I tried to be good Daddy would find reasons to be mean to me.” A sob caught in her throat. “Every time he got upset with me he would look at me with those you’re ‘just like your mother, you little slut, ‘ eyes.” She sobbed again.
Trying to stop, she looked up at him, her face awash in tears, “I always thought...”(pushing his hand harder against her breast) “ ... if I could do this to Daddy he would like me better. But he wouldn’t even let me get near him.” She took two deep breaths. “He would push me away when I tried to touch him. I never remember him hugging or kissing me. He hates me Lance.” Muted howls came from her mouth as she shook in Lances arms.
He was amazed that even in the throes of her grief she was twisting in his arms so she could reach his cock, this time giving it three hard and fast strokes. It was as if she was beating it in anger. He was surprised that, throughout her lament, his cock never went down. Now it even seemed more sensitized. As her strokes eased he breathed deeply and thought will God punish me for my perverted behavior? Or will he give me a high five for being compassionate? As her shudders continued he took her hand off his penis, pulled her body upright and hugged her, holding her tightly against him.
She breathed against his shirt which was already soaked with her tears, “I wish you were my daddy Lance.”
Giving Stacy’s father the benefit of the doubt he allowed that Chuck Moore might have tried to do his daughter a favor by attempting to quell her libidinous desires. He knew enough about psychology though to realize that her dad had merely kept her in the dark, something that always intensifies the curiosity. Trying to comforting her he said, “There’s nothing wrong with you baby. Most of us have the same feelings that you have. Maybe your sense of propriety has been overridden by the need for your dad’s affection.”
She interrupted him. “I’m not ready to talk about that Lance. Are you going to make love to me?”
Working her hand inside his pants she finally bared his seven and a half inch phallus. His shaft was flushed from the agitation of her stroking hand. In the sunlight his glans took on the appearance of a turkey’s gizzard. Considering the improbability of what had been happening to him since he arrived in Denver he wondered how many times Stacy and her mother would have their hands or mouths on his sex over the next four months?
Stacy’s head was now on Lance’s abdomen as she stroked him. Looking up she captured his downcast eyes. “Daddy says I’m just like my mother,” she said with a sniffle. “He said if it weren’t for me he would have never married her.”
What and asshole he thought and said, “I think it’s time to think of something else sweetie.”
She licked her lips and asked, “May I put your cock in my mouth Lance?” Lacing his fingers in her hair he pushed on the back of Stacy’s head and gently pushed it downward. Her moistened lips opened as it slid slowly over his glans and her tongue flicked the crease on its bottom, sending myriad shocks of pleasure throughout his body.
After bobbing on him for a few minutes her lips came off his glistening helmet. Looking him full in the eye, Stacy said with a rueful giggle, “It’s strange Lance, but all those boys I told you about?” He raised his eyebrows. “I can’t look any of them in the eye. I’m afraid of what they’re thinking of me.” She held her gaze. “I’m afraid they’ll just expect me to do it again ... I don’t want to.” With a look of perplexed she added, “I’m ashamed to say it though, but if they asked me I would do it. I think sucking cocks is all I’m good for. With a disgusted snort she said, “They know it and so do I.”
Petting her hair he tenderly trailed the backs of his fingernails down her cheek. “You’ve just gotta find yourself a new set of friends young lady.” Young lady, he thought. What would my mother say?
“Yeah I maybe,” she said, concentrating on the caressing hand-job.
Caressing the back of her moving arm he said, “So what do you feel about doing this to me right now Stacy?”
Looking up she answered, “I feel good. You seem to understand how much I need to do this. And you talk to me like I’m a worthwhile human being, not a whore or a slut. I don’t know what you are thinking about me but it doesn’t seem like you are judging me. I feel like you are ... well, you’re being very special to me Lance.”
Leaning her head against his chest she squeezed his distended glans, opening his lip-like slit. Studying it she did it again and giggled as she said, “I feel wonderful Lance. And your cock is so fucking beautiful.”
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