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Lolita

By: Sensuous Storyteller



On the plane, Judy was thankful she had thought to ask Charley, their nextdoor neighbour to keep an eye out on Becky while she was gone. She knew that Rebecca was of legal age, hell at her age she was married to Tom, but she still worried. Since she had been divorced from Tom for the last five years, Judy was really happy that Becky showed no signs of wanting to marry anyone at her tender age. Judy was sitting in first class with papers strewn all over the place, wanting to be totally prepared for this meeting in Chicago. Allowing her thoughts to return to Walnut Grove for just a moment, she knew Becky would be fine. After all it was only going to be a four day trip and Charley was there. 

It was hot. Becky was lying out by the pool in a lounge chair. Music was playing from an unseen source somewhere. Charley was surprised but pleased that it was not some heavy rock music that no matter how loud kids play it, you could never hear the words. Charley was looking over the fence and he saw Becky laying face down catching some rays. He stared at the pretty little girl because she looked totally naked. On closer inspection, he could see that she had just undone the bra to avoid that white line across her back and if he looked carefully he could just see a strip of material above her hips. Becky sat up, flinging her long blond hair to the side. She left her bra laying face up in the lounge so Charley got a nice view of her perky little breasts. He looked lower and when she raised one leg to sit up, he could see a tiny strip of material buried between her lovely ass cheeks. Charley hardened. 

Becky reached over and took a big bite of a sandwich that had been lying next to her chair in the sun. As she chewed, she looked over and saw Charley standing there. Blushing a pretty shade of pink, Becky put down the sandwich and placed her hands over her breasts and giggled.

"Oh, hello Mr. Swanson. I didn't see you there." 

"Sorry, Becky, I didn't mean to startle you" he smiled at her. "Your mother asked me to keep an eye on you while she is gone, but I am pretty sure, this is not what she meant." 

"Ohhh mom! She tried to ship me off to my grandmother's, can you believe that? At my age? She worries too much!"

"Your mom loves you, hon. She is just being ... a mom." he laughed.

"I know" Becky replied, " but she thinks I am still 10 years old!" 

Charley could not resist, "Well, sweetie, I can see that you aren't. I will let you get back to your sun worshipping and I will check on you later. OK?"

Becky dropped one hand and took another big bite of her sandwich. "Ok, Mr. Swanson. Thanks" she said with a full mouth.

"Don't stay out too long, Becky. That sun is hot!" and with that he left the yard to go into the house.

Becky finished off her sandwich and layed back down for just a little while longer. 

Charlie had just finished his beer and pizza when looked across to the house next door. It was dark out but he noticed that there were no lights on. He could see the red mustang sitting in the driveway, so he knew Becky did not go out. Taking the empty beer bottle and pizza box into the kitchen, Charley grabbed the emergency key to nextdoor and walked across the lawn. Charley knocked on the door calling Becky's name, wanting to give the kid a chance to get it together if she was making out with some boy on the sofa. No answer. So, Charley slipped the key into the hole and stepped inside.

The house was dark. He could make out some noises but he was not sure where they were coming from. Listening, he heard it was from upstairs. Charley dashed up the stairs calling Becky's name. Still no answer. He looked into her room, no one. Although her bed was crumpled as though she had been laying there. He slipped down to Judy's room, still no Becky. Finally, he heard that noise again and he followed the sound. The door was half opened and Charley peeked in to see Becky sprawled on the floor with her head over the porcelain bowl, retching.

"Becky, honey.. your sick? Why didn't you call me?" 

Becky leaned over the bowl and was sick again. Charley held back her long strands of blond hair and gently rubbed her back repeating, "There, there, honey. It will be ok. I am here, honey."

Finally, when the spasms stopped, Becky looked up at Charley too sick to even feel embarrassment. Charley reached over to flush and then picked Becky up into his arms and carried her to Judy's room, placing her on the big bed. Running down to the laundry room, Charley came back quickly with a bucket and placed it next to the bed. 

"Feeling better, honey?" Charley asked.. but no sooner was it asked when Becky sat up and Charley passed her the bucket. 

The poor dear retched and retched, falling weakly back on the bed. Charley rushed to the bathroom to get a cold cloth and a cup with a little mouthwash in it. Lifting Becky gently, he held her up as he slid the cool cloth all over her face and neck. He gave her the cup of mouthwash and she rinsed before spitting into the bucket. Charley laid her back on the pillows and left to clean up the mess and get a few things.

He rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found just what he needed. Then he filled a bowl with tepid water and got a fresh facecloth. He returned to the bedroom to doctor the little girl. Placing the bowl on the night-table with the cloth floating in the water, he put down a box beside it and a thermometer with a jar of Vaseline. He reached over to Becky brushing her hair from her face.

"You ok now, honey?" 

"Yes, Mr. Swanson, a little. I was so sick and it happened so fast, I couldn't call you." she answered in a weak, raspy voice. 

"It's ok, honey. I am here now and I will take care of you. Just trust me sweetheart, I will help you feel better." 

Becky was so relieved that her tummy was giving her a break for the moment. She had been vomiting for awhile. There couldn't be anything left! It was nice that Mr. Swanson was there taking care of her. For once, she admitted her mom was right to have him look out for her. 

Charley carefully rolled Becky to her side away from him. He told her to trust him he would be gentle and take care of her. In Becky's weakened state and the caring tone of his voice, she was calmer now and wanted Mr. Swanson to just make her better. 

Surprised, Becky felt her hips being raised as Mr. Swanson lowered her shorts and took her panties with them. He only dropped them to her knees and then he raised her legs and bent them to her chest. 

"What are you doing?" she asked in a nervous but weak voice.

"Shhh, honey, I told you to trust me. I will not hurt you. I am just going to take your temperature and your mother only has this rectal thermometer in the medicine cabinet. I promise I won't hurt you, honey." 

Charley, opened the jar of Vaseline and dipped his finger in taking out a healthy scoop. Sitting next to her on the bed, Charley took his thumb to raise the cheek of her bottom to coat her anus well with Vaseline. Charley could not miss the view of her cute, puffy, shaven pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. He hardened for the second time that day from this little girl. He figured she kept her body denuded of hair because of the skimpy thong bathing suits she wears. Sweat forming on his brow, from the sexual tension he was sure she was not aware of, Charley tried to pull himself together. He slipped his finger between her cheeks and covered her tight little opening with the gel. He even pushed a little allowing some of the Vaseline to coat the inside of her rectum. He felt Becky jump on impact of his touch, but he just rubbed her lower back and soothed her with his gentle words. He took the thermometer and slipped into to the well-greased orifice. Holding it there, he cooed to her the entire time assuring her that Charley was there and he would help her to feel better. When the time was up, Charley removed the glass rod to read her temperature. It was up but not dangerously so. He placed it on a Kleenex that he put on the night-stand. He took another one and gently wiped her bottom. 

Becky, glad that was over quickly rolled to her back with her shorts and panties still to her knees. She was not so sick that she did not feel some embarrassment. A pretty pink blush stained her face. Charley noticed it and told her it was ok and not to be embarrassed he was just doctoring her. Think of him that way and it will be easier. 

Becky, squeaked out a tiny, "ok" and was prepared to be a good patient. 

Charley turned her back onto her side and told her to relax. He was opening a box behind her back and he took out a suppository.

"This is Gravol, honey. It will make you feel better. The suppositories are all your mom had but it is just as well since you keep throwing up anyway. Just relax, I will use lots of lubrication and you will not even feel it and when it works you will feel so much better."

With that, Charley raised her knees up to her chest again and spread her cheeks. Again, he could not help but notice the tender, juicy lips of her cunt and his cock twinged in his pants. Looking closely he saw just a slight oiling along the slit making it shiny and appetizing. Back to business, Charley adjusted his hard cock and took another scoop of Vaseline. He rubbed it all over her tight, wrinkled little anus. He could not resist, he slipped his finger farther inside this time, loving the feel of her virgin ass stretched around his digit. Taking the suppository from the night-table, he positioned it at her opening. With a little shove it popped right in. 

Patting her cute bottom, he announced, "All done, honey. Once that takes affect in a few minutes, you will feel all better and probably a little tired too." 

"Thank you, Charley" Becky answered softly. The use of his first name did not go unnoticed. 

"Ok, Sweetheart, I think a little bed-bath is in order. You messed up a little and your body is all clammy from sweating while you were sick. This will make you feel better and you will be able to sleep comfortably." 

"Ok, Charley" Becky answered again. 

Charley tugged her panties and shorts all the way down her long tanned legs and slipped them right off. He sat on the bed and lifted her to a sitting position holding her safely in his arms. Charley pulled off the little tank top she was wearing and noticed there was no bra to remove. He laid her back on the pillows and he got his first glimpse of Becky entirely naked. What pretty sight and oh what it was doing to him. It was making his balls ache.

Becky's long blond hair was fanned out on the fluffy pillow. Her face was pale and drawn. Her body was tanned with very few tan lines and he was not surprised from the lack of swim attire she usually wore. Her breasts were those of a young girl, not a woman. They were perky apple shaped breasts with plump strawberry nipples. OH God, he wanted to taste them. He loved both apples and strawberries. He almost giggled aloud from his thoughts and was so glad he did not. He did not want to frighten her. Her tummy was flat, no actually, it was concave as many young slim girls tummies are. Her hip bones protruded she was so slim. Her legs were long and tanned and delighted he saw that at the v of her legs was the cutest little pussy with absolutely no hair at all. 

Becky shivered. Charley noticed and he was not sure if it was from his stare, her chill from sweating just a short time ago or because she was still ill. Unhappily, he took the comforter from the bed and covered her with just the light sheet. 

Becky kept her eyes closed feeling sleepy now. Charley took the face cloth and after squeezing out the excess water he tenderly wiped her face and neck. He took the cloth down to wipe her arms all the way down to her fingers. Dipping the cloth back into the water he turned to her again. Charley folded the sheet down to her hips and left her bare to his eyes. Sitting on the bed, he lifted her again and wiped her back with the cool refreshing cloth. Laying her back gently onto the pillows, he slid the damp cloth over her breasts and tummy. He slid the cloth back up to her breasts and paid careful attention to them, noticing the little pimpled bumps beginning to rise on her nipples. They puckered nicely and poked way up reaching out to Charley. He could not resist. Like a driven man, he had to taste them. Sucking first one and them the other into his mouth, Charley let his tongue swirl across the hardened tips. Becky moaned but kept her eyes closed, not saying a word. Charley gave them one last suck, tugging them hard and with a pop he let them go.

Charley lifted the sheet to cover her body and dipped the cloth into the dish of water again. He could not help but notice how her nipples, hard now, made tiny tents with the sheet. Charley pulled the sheet out from the bottom of the bed and lifted it to bare the lower half of her body. Taking the cloth, he wiped her legs and feet. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Charley turned Becky on her side. Spreading those lovely cheeks, he gently washed away the Vaseline that was covering her anus and making it shine. He returned her to her back and he spread her legs. Rinsing out the cloth, he sat next to her hips. Charley heard her moan softly when he placed the cloth on her hair free pubis. His hand cupped the cloth and just held it there, knowing full well he was applying pressure to her clit. Bending closer, Charley spread the lips of her little pussy and gently wiped the oily sheen that glistened on her labia. He noticed the softer the wipe the wetter she got.

Charley was lost now. His cock was bursting in his pants and the ache was unbearable. He tossed the cloth on the floor and opened the little girls labia again. He put his head down and inhaled her little feminine scent. His tongue flicked out and slid up her oily slit. He let it flicker across her clit as he watched the moisture almost seep from her lips. He had to taste her. In went his tongue, deeper now. Lapping the juices that were flowing freely. He heard her moan from her perch on the pillows and he felt her ass rise to meet his face. Spreading her legs wider he crawled between them lapping her labia like a puppy. Sweat now glistened on both their bodies as the tension mounted. 

Charley sensed Becky was going to cum even before Becky knew it was happening to her. Charley slipped his finger into her lubed ass and slid it in deep, his tongue doing the same in her cunt. Screaming now, her hips raised painting his mouth and chin with her oil.

"OH, Charley.. oh Charley.... ohhhhhhh Charleeeeyyyy" screamed from her lips as she came over and over again. Charley lapped and sucked her little cunt until she could take no more. Her body instinctively moved from his mouth when his face touched her now tender clit. He knew to stop. 

Charley climbed up to lay next to Becky and he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Are you ok, darling? Did I hurt you, baby?" Charley asked in such a worried tone. 

"No, Charley. Not at all. You made me feel better... no, you made me feel better than better. You made me feel great! I want to make you feel great too Charley." 

"Oh, honey, you did. You made me feel wonderful" he told her and meant it.

"No, Charley, you know what I mean! I want to do that to you too." 

"Ohh Sweetheart, you get yourself better first. It must have been that tuna sandwich you ate. You should not eat anything with mayonnaise when it has been out in the sun." he said. " You sleep and get better. I will stay here with you to see that you are ok and when you feel better, we can try this again. After all, we have three more days and I am supposed to look after you!" 

"Ohhh Charley, I love how you baby-sit! I am glad mom asked you to look after me now!" 

(c) 1999, Misty's Erotic Stories

Lolita



Lolita has lovers in almost every country of the world. Acquiring them is a fetish of hers that developed- initially at least- quite unintentionally, and rather spontaneously, and has somehow come to resemble a trend that she finds no immediate desire to escape. 

Now Lolita is sitting on a couch opposite a man in a hostel in Tehran. He is watching her eat watermelon that is wet and heavy like a swollen clit. The juice is leaking down her chin and she is spitting out the seeds but they are landing on her top, already carelessly stained with wine, or on her bottom lip. He is watching her curl those lips into a half smile to the side of her mouth, which is a bleached pink, and how somehow this makes her cheeks glow. He watches her undress him with her eyes, lazily exotic in a way that is impossibly beautiful.

Lolita is terribly attracted to the man sitting opposite her. He is nearly twice her age and they are both excruciatingly aware of this. He is unbearably good looking and is making her feel slightly light headed and dizzy, and so she just keeps talking and eating and occasionally stops to drown him in languid, sleepy smiles. 

* * *

They end up in a teahouse, where he is counting the number of sugar cubes she is using to drink her chai. She is up to six, and hasn't seemed to notice.

You've got nice feet. 

She has taken off her socks and shoes that were both dripping from the snow, and her toes are cold and almost purple. He reaches out to touch them.

She looks at him and turns up the corner of her mouth. This is the first time he has touched her and she feels her breathing splutter. She sucks hard on her sugar cube and feels her teeth rotting. 

Thanks. 

I love the colour you've got on your toes...

She laughs because this sounds corny. Her fingernails are black, and her toenails aqua, and he points to a dirty colour underneath.

What's that?

There were bits of red from before and I couldn't be bothered to scratch them off so I just painted over them.

The waiter is bringing them more chai, despite having not finished the first lot, and they have managed to attract an audience of hyperactive boys who are giggling over them as if they are the best thing since sliced bread, and teaching them to blow smoke rings from the qualyan in wonderful bemusement. 

They are asking him how old he is. 

Thirty seven. 

Siyo haft. And you?

Biste. Twenty.

Twenty! 

The boys turn from Lolita to him in awe, as if he is some kind of god. 

Twenty?!

Yeah she's cute isn't she? 

He grins cheekily and winks, puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close affectionately. 

The boys seem to resurrect themselves. 

She is beautiful when she smiles, isn't she? 

This is one of the boys. 

He looks at her and his voice softens and lowers a million octaves. 

She is.

Wink.

His contrived charm drowns her with the sensation that she is sinking through ice. She puts her hand on his thigh under the tablecloth. He pretends not to notice. He his holding her foot, still. He watches her, all cold toes and languid smiles, and just wants to hold her. 

* * *

Somehow they have ended up spending the entire day together, mainly because they are so magnetised by each other that both of them forget to leave. But this is ok; this is nothing to be concerned about. Now they are driving around the city in no particular direction with their possie of boys giving instructions to the driver. There are eight people in the cab. They are sitting next to each other in amusing disfigurement. She can't breathe, not because of the lack of space but because of the unbearably erotic sensation of being pressed against him. 

He grabs her leg and somehow lifts it over his so he can hold her by the thigh like leg of meat, and juice her gently under her coat. She puts her head on his shoulder innocently, and revels in being coveted. 

* * *

By now it is nighttime, and somehow they have acquired a motorbike along the way. So he is hooning alongside her on the bike, and she reaches out of the taxi to grab his hand. They drive in and out of traffic, somehow they don't have an accident, and their fingers are twisted around each other and she is blowing him kisses and grinning from the window. It is close to zero degrees and their eyes are both leaking from the wind. The ridiculous music in the taxi and the revving of the bike and the aphrodisiac of the night and the high that he gives her are so deafening that she cannot lose the sensation of being suspended over speed bumps. 

When they stop, randomly, in the middle of the road, she jumps out and onto the back of the bike behind him. He holds her thighs behind him and she puts her chin on his shoulder so that their cheeks are touching. This is so uncannily intimate and their cheeks are so cold that they are getting hot flushes from the sensation. For a moment she can hardly hear a thing around her except his breathing, which is heavy, and hot. She feels like a kitten as she latches on and buries herself into him. She kisses his ears, discreetly, behind her hijab, which keeps flying off but she no longer cares if she gets arrested. Her heart stopped minutes ago. Since then her blood has been running on electricity. 

When they stagger off the bike she is feeling kaleidoscopic. He is watching her shoelaces trawl in the dirt and her wiping her hands on her pants. This is so unceremonious it is attractive. She is retying her clothes and scarves with safety pins and as she does this she holds them in her mouth. She pins the leftovers to the bottom of her pants, where she has dodgily sewn three rows of embroidered ribbon to the hem. Momentarily he is preoccupied with this, and watches in bemused speculation. She is oblivious to his gaze, and, because of this, he cannot help being turned on. 

Then she is looking at him quizzically, and smiling. 

I love that beanie, is all she says. 

* * * 

By now they are giddy and giggling like a couple of school kids. They are back at the dodgy hostel and she is handing over rials for the room. He puts her money away. 

It's alright, I've got it....

And then

I've got more money than you

as if it was an afterthought. 

Nah dude I have almost a thousand bucks. 

She grins. 

He looks at her out of the bottom of his eyes in the most condescending but ultimately sexy way, and she grins. She knows that he probably has a house somewhere around the world, she knows he has been working for the last twenty years. She knows that they both know this, she knows that the conversation has only served to remind them both that she is almost half his age. 

I've got it. 

She lets her self be shouted, and they make up some cock and bull story about how they are engaged and have been together for years, despite having met for the first time yesterday. She twists one of her rings over to her left hand and suddenly feels uncomfortably ashamed of what they're doing, in this beautiful country that's not their own. Where they are visitors. Somehow this realisation of disrespect doesn't cease the roller coaster they are on, which makes her feel even more embarrassed. She can no longer look the hotel man in the eye.

Thank god they didn't ask for a marriage certificate, but then when they asked one of her friends before they had read it upside down anyway. The scenario is so ludicrous and perverse that she can feel herself blushing. He bumps her shoulder with his as if she is his younger sister. This makes her smile continuously for the next ten minutes. 

* * *

Now he is watching the way she sits cross-legged on the bed but lying down so her head is hanging off the edge bluntly and vulnerably exposed. He is watching her aqua and black nails and how she speaks to him upside-down in the mirror. She can feel him watching her play with her hair. 

He wants to open her up and extract from her all the kinds of idiosyncrasies you find out after sex. He wants to open her up, like a flower, like an oyster, like the pretty little thing she is, and just have her. He wants to flip her over and over again like a pancake and devour her. He wants to grab that neck like a piece of meat and strangle it in some kind of predatory urge while he fucks her hard up the arse. 

This is no secret to her. 

She turns onto her side and looks at him, the pillow between her cheek and the back of her hand. He listens to the sound of her throat sucking in air. He looks at her, and she blinks in slow motion. In that blink is the sensation of her ruthlessly and impulsively squeezing his balls and kissing him firm on the mouth. She blinks again. He waits for each blink as if it is the biggest come on you could ever imagine. 

She's young enough to be my daughter

he is thinking.

He's old enough to be my father, 

she is thinking.

Just. 

Both are not sure whether to be disturbed or turned on by these libidinous thoughts that seem strangely and inescapably and mind-bendingly arousing.

* * *

She is lying now with her head in his armpit, and he is extracting the most wonderful pleasure from watching her shiver and recoil and nuzzle into him, achingly cold and affectionate. He is calling her sweets and things that make her feel delicate, and stroking her fingers with his thumb, wondering if she notices. She does. Of course she does. Her breathing is tortured because of it. 

The way he looks at her is through the bottom corner of his eyes with his lids half shut. The way this looks is incredibly perverse in the best kind of way. The way she looks at him is up through the top of her eyes with her lids wide like butterflies, and the way this looks is innocent and greedy and lasciviously suggestive as if she is daring and begging him to have her at the same time. 

Every now and then she slides her hand underneath his shirt and into the belt of his pants and feels that muscle at the base of the spine and the top of the butt. She can feel his belt buckle hard against her left hipbone and in this there is a novel intimacy that is almost unnerving. This sexy, cocky guy whose ego she knows how to please, and tease. Tracing her nails down his side, she is waiting for him to flinch, ticklish, waiting to feel his breathing stop. She loves this.

Men are singing and giggling and yelling in Farsi in the kitchen upstairs. 

Romantic room, huh?

Shit yeah. Windows like a prison cell... so much kerosene from the heater it spins you out...

Beds like tables... 

Who knows what the fuck they're doing next door...

Yep... don't get much more romantic than this...

She giggles, and then kisses his cheek. 

He is staring at the ceiling and smiling at the idea of himself lying there in a squeaky bed in their prison cell, dizzy on kerosene, with this girl in her chipped nail polish who is playing with his earlobes and has her legs wrapped high around his chest. He is thinking that maybe she is flexible and that could come in handy. 

Do you do yoga?

Mmmm .... yeah.... Why?

Just thought you were the type.

The type...

She closes her eyes, and lets him build up some yogic schoolgirl fantasy of her back home. 

* * *

He holds her head, sunken into his shoulder cavity, with his whole hand. His fingers rake up the back of her neck and he cradles her skull as if he were holding up the head of a newborn baby. He is wrapping her hair around his fingers in a way that she can never be sure that he won't pull her head to the side and let his teeth sink into her neck. He is craving her in a way that is all at once protectively paternal, instinctively territorial, and fantastically erotic. 

Do you like arses?

I like yours, 

she says, and squeezes his.

I have a thing for arses. Haven't had a chance to get a look at yours yet though. 

She is tracing her finger down the vein that runs fat through his bicep, and she looks at him and laughs.

Somehow, randomly in the conversation, as if it were the natural progression from arses, they end up on the topic of anal sex. The ultimate kink. 

What, so you've never been fucked up the arse? 

His eyes are incredulous, and she can swear his mouth is watering.

You've never tried the back door thing?

She just smiles like a fresh piece of meat.

I was always up for it. 

He nearly chokes. 

Really? 

Casual. 

By now his voice is almost growling with temptation. She just smiles darlingly like some innocent kid, crippled by his lust for her. That savage, wordless lust. She just lies there and smiles, and fantasises about being violently corrupted. 

* * *

She is conscious of her slightness underneath him, conscious of her youth beside him. She loves this. She indulges in it like it is her ace of spades. She is holding his bicep in her hand like a football, pawing at his neck with her nails like a panda bear, and sneaking bites at the lobes of his ears. His chest hair smells of soap and she knows he probably washed himself thinking of her, like she did when she let that water stream into her cunt so she would be sweet and tasty. 

He is leaning over her now, and looking at her. He has his hands on her stockings and she is thinking how she would give up everything she owned if only he would rip them off her. And all she does is blink again, with that loose, amorous smile. 

And so he kisses her. Because he knows she wants it. And of course she does. 

* * *

He touches her, and she is humming like an engine. She is purring like a motor. She can feel his breath in her ear, and before she knows it he is pressing her against the wall in a way that makes her body freeze and melt simultaneously. When he kisses her she feels dumbly serene, and she just keeps grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into her and impulsively kissing him hard and wet on the mouth and telling him that he is very, very sexy. He likes this. 

Your pussy's really warm.

Hhhmmmm

So you're really only twenty? He grins. 

She laughs at the progression of his thoughts. Kisses him. And shrugs.

Older guys do it for me.

He kisses her back. Wet, impassioned. 

Well I usually go for older women but I guess I'll make an exception for you. 

She scoffs and then laughs. Like he was doing her a favour. 

They are struggling in the single bed with a dirty hostel blanket and a sleeping bag that keeps sliding off towards the floor. 

Shit. We should safety pin the blanket and the sleeping bag together.

Giggle. 

I have safety pins, too. 

She is feeling giddy and silly and intoxicatingly naughty.

Fuck. I've melted a hole in your sleeping bag. Sorry. 

* * *

Her head is full of the scent of him, and prurient, wanton thoughts, and all she can feel is a burning in her womb and the sensation of her unchaste hands all over his moist skin. She can hear his breath quickening in fierce arousal and the thrill she gets from this is incredible. 

Suddenly they are pushing two single beds together, and she is climbing on top of him like a dominatrix, she wants to watch him in tantalising torment underneath her. He is bemused by the spectacle of her seducing him. Wonderfully turned on by the spectacle of her seducing him; this small, young, hungry, sexual deviant. She wants him to lust after her like a schoolgirl. And of course he does. 

Shit, that feels good. You're good at that. 

She is up to her neck in his body. 

He is telling her how fabulous her black nails look around his cock, and in her dumbly happy state she is absorbing him like some kind of drug. The way he growls is so distinctly animal that she feels like prey, and is obsessively turned on.

* * *

Soon he is standing at the foot of the bed in all his nakedness with a hard on and that Amazonian fishtail necklace. For a moment he looks like he's just stepped out of maximum security, walked into the bedroom, and been handed a condom. 

She is being taken to the beds and laid down diagonally across them, like a patient, and explored. He is strong enough to just lift her up or onto him at his whim, like a little fuck doll. The kicks she gets from this are indescribable. 

The window is locked ajar with his shoe, and the breeze is making her nipples erect. So he kisses them with heavy, hot kisses. The breeze is giving her goose bumps down her navel, and down her thighs. And so he kisses them with heavy, hot kisses. But this just makes her shiver even more. He has laid her flat on her stomach and has her wrists trapped beneath his calloused, iron hands. She wishes desperately that somehow, just somehow, he has brought handcuffs.

* * *

He bites her neck. He bites her neck again, and again. He bites her neck slowly and just hard enough that it makes her wince. His mouth is open wide enough to almost suction her whole neck. And every time she winces she feels her body contract, waiting for his teeth to break her skin, and then she melts. And she breaks into a smile, and waits for him to bite again; wet, lusciously. With each bite is the tickling of his heavy breath, and his spiky stubble and his soft pillowy lips. She is laughing and wincing and melting in harmonious succession. And in between each bite she cannot breathe at all. 

Now all she can feel is his hand around her neck like a noose, clamped, from behind. She can feel this and his fingers pulsating and squeezing and the sensation of her hands out to her sides and pressed flat against the bed. The way she feels is like a blindfolded doll. The way she feels is like a naked prisoner forced against a wall. The way she feels is violently submissive. This sensation of helplessness is erotic like you would not believe. Her face is hard against the bed as if against glass and this makes it hard to breathe. She is almost blue and yet she wants to drown under that hand, she wants to dissolve beneath it. She wants him to suffocate her.

There is mascara all over the pillow.

Now she is feeling kisses down her back and under the cheeks of her arse. She can feel the weight of him concentrated into that grip as he adjusts his body, and slides his suppleness across her. All she can hear is the traffic and the banging of the window against his shoe, and his breathing and him murmuring sweet nothings between kisses. She wishes she'd cleaned her ears in that cold shower this morning, as he seduces them with his tongue. 

* * *

She is feeling her undies pulled aside with one finger, and for a moment she thinks she is going to be fucked like that, and then they are yanked down around her ankles with his feet. She is undone by this. Utterly and totally and irreversibly undone.

He has his finger lubed with spit and tracing up towards her arse. 

Are you into this?

She is being flooded with all the urges of her sexual being and is surprised she can articulate anything intelligible. 

I'm into you.

And so now he has his cock deep inside her and one finger up her arse and she feels lavishly open and like she would let him have her body in anyway he wanted. She is being moulded like a piece of putty and she wants to scream but all she can manage are random guttural releases. She can hear his breathy male growl that sounds like if he's been holding his breathe up until now and that makes her feel wonderfully delirious. 

Her jewellery is lost somewhere under their clothes, lost somewhere under the bed. Her hair elastic, her underwear, his jeans from Brazil with their pockets weighed down with a million things and looking as though they should have a Crocodile Dundee knife attached to the belt. Such is the nature of this impetuous seduction. 




Lolita



He has lifted her and positioned her and bent her over backwards in so many different ways that she is beginning to feel like an elastic Barbie doll. She reaches up and pulls him into her and she can feel him, sticky with sweat, his collarbones bumping against hers. And all she can think is, spank me. She can hear the words over and over in her head like a gasping metronome. 

* * *

It is when he stops to suck on her clit that she remembers they have a mirror. He has his thumb inside her in a way that is unbearably and excruciatingly exquisite, and he is so eager to please it is too good to be true. 

How do you like it... gentle, biting...? 

Somehow he can talk and make her heart stop at the same time. The ability to do this relentlessly seduces her even more. 

Breathlessly, Tell me...

She is glued to the image of his head buried inside her, and his tongue tormenting her. All she can think is,

I love that mirror.

* * *

They are lying on the bed and the breeze from the window is drying their sweat. She has her head in his armpit again but this time so she can inhale him and smell how she has made him sweat down the ravines of his body. This is one of her favourite things. This sweat is intoxicating. She is peeling off flakes of her black nail polish and sprinkling them over his chest. Just to be annoying. 

She is playing seductively with him, just stroking him, absent-mindedly at first, until she realises that they still have an unused condom and he is getting hard again. She listens to his breathing become more and more animal. She climbs on top of him again and kisses him and lets her hair fall around his face. Then she whispers,

So when are you going to fuck me up the arse? 

He grins as if all his Christmases had come at once. He is so horny that she can't stand it, she can hardly stop kissing him and has bitten his bottom lip so many times that she is sure she is beginning to taste blood in his mouth. 

Well, I don't like to waste condoms.

He winks. 

And so she is positioned again, flat on her stomach, with her arms out to the side and her legs together. He begins to lube her up with spit, which by now is totally superfluous, but it turns her on all the same. She is delirious with the deliciousness of this scenario. With her head to the side, through one eye, and through her hair, she can just see their silhouettes in the mirror. She is lying, small, vulnerable, cold toed and beautiful, totally submissive, about to be fucked up the arse, and all she can think is,

I have bruises on my wrists and bite marks on my neck and I don't want them to go away.

She is just begging that somehow they won't go away.



Lolita



My friend Lola and I were talking about first-time sex experiences when she decided it was time to plan something for me. She was already experienced, but for me it was all new, which was not considered "cool" for the average 18-year-old college girl. Talking about our other friend Charlotte and her "yummy" dad, as Lolita referred to him, she came up with an idea. She thought it was brilliant and the excitement made her eyes sparkle.

We would walk the few blocks to their house on Lake Park Drive in Farmington Hills on the coming Saturday when Charlotte had her weekly karate practice. Her mom always takes her and they never return before midday. And then, she said, we would arrive much earlier and ask Mr. Wheeler if we could wait there until her return. Hopefully, it will be warm and we could lounge by their pool. She then wanted to seduce Charlotte's dad so that I could also get experience from an older man. I could not believe her plan, but agreed to it anyway as I did not want to look like a spoilsport and risk losing her friendship.

So, about 10 a.m. two days later we walked over to Charlotte's house, an impressive-looking double story building in the leafy suburb. As we had hoped, it was a beautiful midsummer's day, the air hot and motionless. Everything down the street looked surreal in the scorching heat wave, at 95 degrees Fahrenheit nearly a record for Detroit. We both already had our bikinis on, mine a new sexy Victoria's Secret push-up top with small lacy bottom, which, according to the sales lady easily adds two cup sizes to my breasts. Colorful sarongs, loosely tied around our waists, provided some modesty on the street.

I had no idea what would happen, if anything. But, I was feeling more excited and nervous as we got closer. I was also already feeling the moistness on my bikini bottom. Mr. Wheeler was friendly and agreed that we could stay and wait for Charlotte. He was keeping himself busy around the pool, cleaning and doing small gardening and DIY jobs. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that neither of us could keep our eyes off his trained body and black speedo. Lolita, or Lola as everyone calls her, lied down on one of the wooden deck chairs. With an adjustable backrest and steamer cushion, it was a luxurious feeling. I settled down on one next to hers and we both took off our sarongs. For the next 15 minutes or so she smiled a lot and made friendly banter with Mr. Wheeler, occasionally winking at me. She was obviously setting the stage for her larger plan.

When he asked us of we wanted something to drink, we both said yes to lemonade and as soon as he went indoors, she took a bottle of tan oil spray from her beach bag and asked me to lie down so she could apply it to my legs, tummy, and chest. The spray was cool, but her touch warm, lingering over the inside of my thighs and cleavage. I was starting to get the familiar tingling feeling that moves from below my belly button downward. Rubbing oil between my breasts she slid a middle finger in under the thin material, lightly flicking my right nipple until it was standing up hard, before switching to the other side. I remember her laughing when I gasped, pleased about the reaction that she was getting. Now both my nipples were visibly erect. Next, she moved to my upper legs, spraying and applying oil to my thighs, first the left, then the right, moving her palms in small circles on my skin. This time she slid her fingers casually into my panties, making me shudder and very wet. I was so ready for more.

It was then that we noticed Mr. Wheeler standing just inside the patio door, holding two glasses of lemonade, condensation droplets adding to the allure of the cold liquid. Motionless, he was watching us. Lola quickly took her hands off me and sat up. He looked a little hesitant but brought the lemonade over anyway. He told us a little coyly that he hoped it will cool us off. Although his eyes slid over both of us, he showed no signs of excitement. But when he handed the glass to Lola, she put her other hand on his arm to get his attention. She asked him if he could be so kind to help her put oil on her back and legs. I was a little surprised when he said yes, thinking that he had to have an idea that Lola was trouble. Or maybe he didn't mind...

She turned around onto her stomach, unhooking her bikini top. He went down on his knees between our two beds, first spraying oil onto his palms before rubbing it onto Lola's evenly tanned skin, beginning on her calves and thighs. Almost unnoticed she opened her legs ever so slightly, subtly pushing her buttocks upward. Watching this flirtatious display from up close, I got even more turned on. On some level, he must have been aware of her display because his hand paused, then moved up her inner thigh. As he had his back turned to me, I used the opportunity to pinch my own nipples, trying to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. Lola saw my eagerness as she had her head turned toward me. She smiled wider, unconsciously licking her lips.

He had now moved to her back, which she arched, pushing her upper body onto her elbows. In the process, she lifted her breasts off the cushion, separating from her top. She raised herself just high enough so that her nipples, now freed, just touched the material. Aware that he could see them, she turned her head to look at this reaction. "That's nice," she said, spurring him on to continue massaging her bare back. He seems to be rubbing a little harder and with more purpose now. Still raised, Lola patted next to her, waving me to come sit on her chair too. I did, even if only to get a better look at the man next to her. He was still industriously applying oil, probably mesmerized, not knowing what to do next, probably aware that his thoughts and what he wanted to do would cause problems, but wanting to do it anyway.

Now with a better view, I could see that he had the beginning of an erection. He saw me looking, but for the next few seconds nobody did a thing. We were all suspended, hesitating about what to do next. It was the tipping point. Whatever happen next, there will be no turning back. Who would come to a decision first and make the next move? As it turns out, it was Lola after all.

She broke the spell by turning around, quickly and decisively, putting her hand on his stomach and asking him to stand up. Her naked boobs were inches from his face, nipples hard and pointy. Apparently deciding to give in to his desire, he stood up, his crotch now directly in front of us at face level. He was much larger know, his penis losing the fight to stay inside the small speedo. Distracted by the growing sensation of his swollen dick, he cupped its peeking head, rubbing with his palm. Lola reached forward, taking his hand away, pulling the waist of the small garment down, freeing his whole cock. As it jumped up and outwards, she bent over, taking hold at the base, first rubbing her tits against his head, then putting it into her mouth. Moving her head up and down, she sucked eagerly.

Clearly enjoying the sensation, he tilted his pelvis forward, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. After a few strokes, Lola stopped and told me to continue. I was dripping with wetness, lightheaded with the desire to have him inside me, to feel for the very first time what all the fuss was about. I was literally dripping, the wetness shining through my light blue bikini panties. As I started sucking on him, he pushed his fingers between my swollen lips, making me gasp and moan while I had him in my mouth. Lola pulled my top off and the hot air caressed my sensitive nipples. She kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth. If at all possible, he became even more engorged in my mouth, pushing hard and impatiently against the back of my mouth and throat. Lola had her hand inside her panties, fingering herself expertly while watching the action. As things became tenser, he pulled back, saying that we should go inside before someone saw us. 

Grabbing our bikinis, we followed him inside, still with his briefs halfway down, boner jutting out, to an elegant bedroom that looked unused. Lola first plopped down on the queen-sized bed, flinging her panties aside as she lied down invitingly on her back, legs spread. She leaned forward, this time pulling his Speedo down all the way, watching him kick it away before pulling him on top of her. I also took off my bottoms and laid down beside them, still smarting with desire. Waiting for release, my whole body had become sensitive and throbbing. I really needed to be taken.

But, for the time being Lola had her own ideas. She confessed later that she did not want to go first, but the moment was too intense. As he watched me masturbate, he pushed his rock hard penis inside her, making her squeal with pleasure. It was the first time that I had the opportunity to watch the sex from close-by and I was amazed at the frenetic pace. I didn't think either one could stop even if his wife came in at that moment. Neither could I as I rubbed my own swollen clit, needing the pleasure of climaxing more and more. He was bumping hard against Lola, riding her with reckless abandon. I was close to coming, three fingers sliding inside me, thumb pressing on the outside, when he roughly turned Lola around, resuming his pounding from behind. Lola was breathing hard and fast and from our own previous mutual masturbation I knew she was close herself.

I went faster myself, realizing that it would not be the day that I had my first cock, but nevertheless learning and enjoying the experience. Lola let out a high-pitched expletive when she came, pushing him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out, massaging himself while he spurted all over her backside. I too climaxed with a big shudder, pushing my hips into my hand to intensify the waves of pleasure. At that moment, the sound of a motor engine jerked us all violently back to reality. The next few moments were chaotic as we all scrambled to gather our clothes and get dressed in time before being discovered. Lola ran into the guest bathroom. I just hoped that she would remember to clean herself. Mr. Wheeler ran out first with me closely behind, just in time to see his wife pull into the garage. Lola was still inside the house.

While I quickly made myself comfortable on the sunbed again, he walked up to meet his wife, kissing her on the cheek. Charlotte came around the corner too and skipped excitedly when she saw me. I told her that Lola was also there and in the bathroom. Moments later, she soon joined us outside. I was happy to see that she has removed all signs of our escapade. Nobody seemed at all surprised or suspicious about our presence. Charlotte was eager to share her news with us. She had passed her red belt test that morning. She was one of the first to do her kata, which is why they were home earlier than usual. We passed the rest of the afternoon with friendly chit-chat, mostly talking about college, boys, and sport, while taking a dip in the pool every now and then. Not surprisingly, Mr. Wheeler stayed out of our way for the remainder of the visit. Although it did not entirely work out as we hoped it would, it was certainly memorable, a fine prelude to the real deal, whenever it happens, and the source of a great turn-on.



Lolita as a Boy



Part One

On the last day of school, he came to take her out for lunch, as he had promised. 

As he entered the room, a wide smile spread across her face. He looked at her, wide eyed – a bit too serious – and nodded. 

He sat down.

"I'll be a minute" she told him, swinging her legs around in her chair and motioning to the back of the room, where a group of students were working at a computer.

One looked up, and saw them there together.

"Dave!" he said. "You're back! What's up buddy?"

"Not much Josh," he grinned affably. "How you been?"

"Good man. D'you finish?"

"Yes sir. School's out for me. You?"

"Yeah, just got this one project going…"

She kept a straight face as she moved about the room, conscious of his eyes on her form. She remembered to breathe regularly as she straightened and tidied, preparing the room for an empty summer. Her heart beat faster.

"Does he know?" she wondered, feeling the wet flesh between her thighs. 

She pictured a scene from her dreams last night. Gently, assertively, he had entered her mouth, hard with the anticipation of her lips around his shaft. His thumb and forefinger guided his motions as he rubbed himself inside her mouth, pulling back and then pushing in, smiling, as she acquiesced, her lips reddening with delight.

"All finished Miss!" 

"Great! Good work gang!" she praised them, knocked out of her reverie. 

"Well done!" She smiled lovingly as they collected their belongings. "Have a wonderful summer!"

"You too Miss! Bye Dave!" 

"Ready?" he asked her, picking up her bags. 

"You carrying my bags?" she teased him.

"'Course" he feigned gallantry, gesturing as she walked out the door. "After you, madame".

She laughed as they made their way to the car, and then was silent. He seemed more pensive than usual. 

"Does he know?" She felt the twinge again, her heart beating in her thighs and their demesnes. "Can he know?"

She smiled easily as she tucked her feet between the dashboard and the window of his car.

"Barangas?" she suggested.

"Sounds good."

He pulled out of the lot and turned the volume up on the stereo. He always played the best reggae.

"Good week?" he asked her.

They made easy small talk on the road to the beach strip, pausing to let the music sink in, drumming to the beat. Enjoying each other's presence, as they had every morning since he had come.

"Gorgeous day to eat out" she announced, hopping out of the car. 

"Beauty" he agreed. He looked at her sideways. She made her way to the front desk.

"Two?" the hostess asked.

"Two" she agreed, conscious once again of his eyes on her form as he walked behind her to their table. 

She felt good in his gaze, confident, alive, irresistible. She noticed, as he did, the way her hips moved suggestively under her narrow waist; the way her shoulders framed her long torso and moved gracefully beneath her slender neck. 

She turned at their table, and, lifting her frame, pulled her legs up under herself as she sat down.

"Be right back" their waitress said.

He perused the menu hungrily, chose quickly, and closed it again. 

She took more time, reading each offering and savouring the suggested flavour combinations before she selected. He watched.

"Are you excited?" he asked her.

"For lunch? I'm starved!" she answered.

"For summer" he smiled.

"For two months of sunning and swimming?" she grinned back at him, teasing his eyes with her own.

"For two months of sitting on your ass while I work two jobs" he feigned a sigh.

"Whatever!" she laughed indignantly. "You need to save for school! I Have a job."

"Sure, you work real hard" he taunted her. 

"I work hard enough" she defended. 

"Do you know where you're going?" she added.

"I haven't applied yet." He paused. "I'm going back, to upgrade."

"Oh", she brushed it aside. "Good idea".

"Yeah, I think so" he suggested. "Need good grades to get into teachers' college, right?"

"Or good money" she laughed again. 

"I might do it in Australia" he said. 

"Or New Zealand" she offered. "They're both gorgeous, but I liked New Zealand better."

"Want to come with me?" he asked her.

"Yes", she teased him.

"Okay" he said. "In a few years".

"Four or five?" she asked. 

"Two thousand and twelve" he replied.

"Right, got it. I'll put that in my calendar then. Two thousand and twelve".

He laughed.

Lunch came.

She nibbled.

"Love tzatziki" he announced, biting into his pita.

"Me too. I wonder how they make it?" she demanded.

"I dunno. My aunt owns a Greek Restaurant on the Danforth. I should take you there," he continued. "You'd love it".

"Really?"

"Yeah, great food, and you'd love my aunt. She's a free spirit, like you. She's teaching in Morocco next year".

"Amazing! I'd love to go to Morocco." She enthused.

"Me too," he said. "And Portugal, and Spain. And Mozambique, with my dad."

"Why Mozambique?"

"That's where he's from. I've told you that."

"You have. Mozambique – one of the world's most beautiful countries!" she told him. "Have you seen The Earth From Above?"

She explained about Yan Arthus Bertrand and his stunning photography. She painted pictures for him of Montreal in the summer, and the art exhibits lining McGill College Street. 

"Have you been there?" she paused.

"Not yet" he said. "September. The big 18".

"That's why I went to McGill" she told him. "Eighteen and legally sanctioned to party."

He laughed at her.

"What?" she demanded.

"You're funny" he said, kicking her under the table.

"You're funny" she kicked him back.

He watched her as she returned to her salad.

"You've been everywhere" he remarked later.

"Not everywhere" she told him. "Not Africa. Not South America".

"I've been to Florida" he said. "But we drove."

"I've never even been on a plane" he continued.

"You'll have to prepare yourself for the flight to New Zealand" she advised him. "Twenty three hours".

"I'm a good sleeper" he said. 

"I'm going swimming" she told him, once lunch was done.

"I'm coming with you" he said. "I'm not working until five".

"Salt Lake" she told him. "The best swimming in town".

"Perfect" he smiled, looking at her eyes. She shone them back at him, and then turned away, facing the window. 

They were back on the road. 

"Turn here" she said, halfway home.

He complied, without asking.

"There's a lake just up the road."

Part Two

He removed his shirt and placed it next to a rock in the sun. His shoulders were lightly dusted with freckles.

"Nice tan" she teased him.

"Shut up!" He protested. "We can't all lay in the sun all afternoon."

He moved to splash her. She jumped in, sinking to the bottom. She opened her eyes and watched him jump in after her, a cloud of bubbles danced off of his submerged skin. 

"Beautiful!" he shouted, his head emerging.

She swam underwater, exploring the depths of the lake. It was fairly shallow. 

"Race you to that rock!" she challenged.

"I dunno… this could be bad," he said.

"Come on! No arms. Go!"

She wriggled ahead, clamping her thighs and lunging her body forward.

"Cheater!" he called after her. 

He caught her at the rock.

"You little cheater" he repeated, grabbing her hands behind her back. 

She shuddered at this firm touch. 

He had only ever touched her lightly before now – a flick on the wrist, a playful punch in the arm.

She noticed the goose bumps on his skin, despite the heat from the sun. His red nipples were prominent against his hairless white skin.

Was she cold or warm? She shivered and yet felt heat streaking along her spine and up under her belly. 

He looked at her, searching. She waited.

"Please don't let go" she prayed as he loosened his grip. 

She held his gaze as he let go of her wrists with his left arm and drew her elbow up to his shoulder, pulling it around his neck.

She breathed in as he traced his fingers back down along her shoulder and under her arm, pausing gently at the gap in between each rib. He left his hand resting under her lower ribs and pulled her left arm towards him.

"I should stop him – this – now" she told herself, immune to her own warnings.

He breathed as her belly glanced against his, and let his right hand fall to her lower back. 

He held her there for an instant.

"I could lose my job" she heard herself say.

"It's summer" he told her. "I've graduated."

She looked away, concentrating on the sunlight reflecting against the flickering waves.

She tried to fight the incredible forces drawing her in towards him, fight every urge she had to press up hard against him, wrap her legs around his hips, press her lips against his mouth.

"I know what I'm doing" he said, searching her face for a signal he could understand. He was afraid to let go, afraid to go forward.

She was afraid to let go. Afraid to go back.

He kissed her. 

He kissed her like a diver coming up for air; like a starving man tasting meat after famine.

She kissed back. 

She was not kind. 

She tightened her grip around his neck and ate his lips gently, and ferociously. Her tongue swirled around his and he stepped forward, catching her buttocks with his hands and hoisting her hips up towards his, lowering his torso forward.

She experienced a surge of pleasure as she felt him, hard, against her. Her clit caught the edge of his tip and she rubbed him there, moving her hips up and down against his shaft. He moaned with pleasure, cupping her breast in one hand. 

She cried out as he squeezed her breasts and her buttocks, alternating between right and left, stroking her shoulders and back and belly as he tasted the lake water on her nipples and on her neck. 

"Brett" she protested, unconvincingly. 

"Shhhhh," he silenced her, pushing her hips out of the water and up onto the rock. "Don't tell me" he said, running his hands long her soaking thighs.

She shuddered as he paused, his fingers at the edge of her bikini. 

Confident now, he slid his fingers up under the red fabric and tugged it a little, making space. 

She moaned softly as he explored her with his hand, parting her lips and moving his thumb up towards her clit. She winced as the pressure overwhelmed her, and then sighed as he acquired a softer touch, moving his thumb gently over her clit as he inserted his index and middle fingers inside, feeling her sweet, sticky warmth, thicker than water, but almost as wet. He stroked her inside, gently. She arched her back. He slid his fingers in and out of her, faster, as he watched her face.

She opened her mouth, a silent cry arising from within. She closed her eyes, her pupils dilated, unable to take in the sun. 

A fire of pleasure exploded between her thighs, igniting her swollen clit, sending flames of ecstasy down her pleasure-soaked lips and clenching at the root of her spine, contracting her ass. She cried out again, reached for him.

He muffled her with a kiss, pulling his fingers gently away. Instinctively, she clung to him, wrapping herself tightly around him as he waded to shore.

He placed her gently on the sand, shaded from view by the tall grass and trees that hid them from the road, from the world, from the opinions of others.

He said nothing. She looked at him hungrily, gratefully.

He leaned in, pressing his shoulder to the ground and pulling her onto her side, facing him. His eyes were wide and blue; deeper than she had seen them before. They looked tired; resigned; the eyes of a man caught by fate. She thought he might cry but he pulled her up on top of him instead.

"Please" he seemed to say, without speaking, as he slid his shorts down with his free hand. He held her gaze in silence instead, and pulled at the strings on her bikini.

She stared at his face; his beautiful full lips, his bridged nose, his violet eyes. She stroked his hair, feeling the soft spiky texture under her palm. She kissed him gently, understanding.

With expert ease, she placed her hips above his, angling herself forward. 

She held his cock gently, firmly, in her hand as she guided him up in between her lips and into her warm, tight depths. He let out a rough sigh as she slid down his shaft, enveloping him in her warmth. She lingered a minute there, pressing the underside of her clit against his shaft, then slid upwards, drawing pleasure with her.

He moaned. 

She slid downward, pulling him deep inside her.

He moaned again.

She slid up, gripping his shaft inside of her.

She drew moans out of him this way, sometimes lingering, then increasing in speed. They began to sweat as their bodies moved together in the afternoon sun; she, pulling and pushing, her back arched, her breasts high; he, clenching and releasing, his stomach firm, his hands on her hips.

She concentrated on his climax as he tried to hold on. He pulled her forward, slowing their pace, but she continued to roll her hips back and forth, building the tension within him. His shaft pulsated with the intensity of the pleasure he felt inside of her. Everything was warm, wet, firm, soft, tight, movement, sunlight, flesh, desire.

She bit his ears and his neck as she rolled her hips against him, bringing him deeper and deeper into pleasure. She knew she was in complete control of him, despite the way he towered over her when they stood; despite his strength and sportsmanlike agility. 

Her power excited her and she felt her own pleasure rising with his. 

She escalated her movements, pushing her hands against his chest and releasing her back from his grip, pushing her thighs into his hips to hold him as he breathed, hard, and fast, and let his eyes roll back in ecstasy. He cried out as his pleasure built up to a volcanic eruption, soaking her insides with it's warmth. She slowed. Rocked him gently. Then stopped, cradling him between her thighs. He was still.

"I have killed him" she thought, smiling as he opened his eyes.

He grinned back at her. 

"Come here" he said, pulling her onto her side next to him. He stroked her back, kissed some sweat on her shoulder.

She looked at him, waiting for the guilt to rise up in her belly. 

"Not yet" his eyes seemed to tell her, as they lay in the warmth of the sun.



Lolita Ch. 2



Becky woke up slowly. Stretching her entire body from her fingertips to her toes. Opening her baby blue eyes, she blinked as the bright sunlight invaded the room. The open blind went unnoticed last night because it was dark outside when Charley carried her into her mom's room. Looking around her, she saw the nightstand with the bowl of now cold water and the jar of Vaseline still there. She blushed, even though she was alone in the room because she remembered how Charlie had used the jelly, and blushing was not the only reaction she had in response to what she saw. Becky felt her nipples harden beneath the cool soft sheet and a delicious tingle was spreading upwards from her clit to her tummy. She smiled as she pulled back the sheet and scampered off to take a shower.

All fresh and pink from her shower, Becky emerged with a thick towel wrapped around her slim body and a matching one made into a turban holding her wet hair off her shoulders. Singing a tune and feeling so much better than she did last night, Becky skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. There, leaning against the counter was Charley.

"G' morning, Becky. You are looking much better than you did last night. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Oh much better, thanks. I am sorry you had to deal with all that. I'm sure that last night wasn't the way you thought things would go when you told mom you would look out for me." She answered.

"Nonsense, I'm glad I was here for you Becky. It could have been more serious. I'm just happy that we got you all fixed up and well. Want some juice? Toast? Anything?"

"I think I can handle a glass of juice but that is all for now, thanks." Becky answered as she walked further into the room.

Pouring bright orange liquid into a glass, Charley lifted the carton high to make little bubbles foam on the top and he handed it to Becky. As she took the glass from him, their fingers touched and they both felt a spark of electricity shoot through their fingers. Her pretty blue eyes looked up into his dark brown ones. Hers were wide and innocent; his were crinkling at the corners showing his distinguished laugh lines as he smiled down at her. Becky drained the glass quickly quenching her strong thirst and to hide her feeling of uncertainty in that moment. She put down the glass and walked over to where Charley still stood. Looking up into his eyes, all she said was, "Charley".

His arms opened and Becky moved into them as he held her close, neither of them saying anything. Lifting her head, Becky didn't have long to wait for Charley's lips to meet hers. The kiss began softly, then harder, more passionate. Tongues met and explored new territory. Becky broke away first.

"Charley, last night…" she began.

"Sshhhh, sweetie, there is nothing to say about last night."

"But, Charley there is, there's lots to say. First, I want you to know it was incredible. Not the first part, the part where I was sick but you know… the other part." She blushed as the words tumbled out.

"It was pretty incredible for me too, honey. Probably shouldn't have happened but I can't honestly say I am sorry that it did." 

"Charley, I am over 18 now, I am not a baby like Mom thinks I am. I am the same age she was when she married Dad. I am a woman."

Charley smiled wickedly, " Oh there is no doubt about that, honey. That isn't what I meant. I was referring to our age difference and the betrayal of trust your mom has in me."

"What betrayal? I was sick last night. You came and helped me just as she would have wanted you to." Blushing brightly, Becky continued, "Well, maybe not exactly like she wanted you to. But you were here for me and that is what counts. The rest… well, the rest just happened. It happened cause you are a man and whether mom likes it or not, I am a woman. There was sexual tension and attraction long before last night, at least for me there was. And Charley, I want more. I want you to teach me the rest. I want to make you feel good too. OK?" She asked.

"Becky, I don't think you realize how good you did make me feel, then and now."

"Charrrley… You know what I mean!" Becky frowned.

"Yes honey, I know what you mean. Go get your suit and we will go for a swim. I think we both need to cool off a little, for now anyway.

Looking up at him she tried to read his eyes, and it was then she knew she had won. With just a nod, she ran upstairs to get her suit.

Becky came scampering downstairs a few minutes later and went straight to the pool where Charley was already swimming laps. She waited until he was swimming toward her, looked up and smiled. Becky opened her robe and let it drop to the ground, and she stood there totally naked. Charley brushed the droplets of water from his face but it was too late. He heard the sound of giggles and a splash of the water as she dove in right beside him. Delicate little hands grasped the waistband of his swimsuit and tugged them down. With a shake of his head, Charley gave up and helped her pull the trunks entirely off.

Playfully, Becky splashed him in the face with water and tried to scamper away in that difficult way it is to run in water. Charley was too quick and he grabbed her waist and pulled her naked body to him. They gasped simultaneously, not realizing until too late the effect of their naked bodies touching would have on them so quickly. 

Almost roughly, Charley turned Becky away from him and pushed her to the side of the pool. The top half of her body was entirely out of the water and her hips were against the rough edge. Ass up, Charley spread her legs and lowered his face between them. The taste of water and chlorine was strong and he was disappointed that he could not really taste her. Moving in closer and deeper, he spread her firm cheeks and slid his tongue across her dark opening. His tongue speared her, trying to insert it to taste the real Becky, the woman. His tongue lapped at the crinkled skin and he loved it when he heard her gasp aloud. He knew she would love this but he was impatient and wanted more. He wanted to give her more, take more, and share more. He just wanted more of this delightful young lady and he was going to take it. Without a moment's hesitation, Charley let go of Becky but only long enough to turn her and carry her in his arms to the stairs of the pool, out of the water and into the house.

Once inside, the air conditioning felt cool on their heated bodies and they ignored the puddle of water forming at their feet on the kitchen floor. Charley carried her into the laundry room and stood her on her feet. Grabbing a towel he ran it quickly over his own body just enough to stop him from dripping before he turned to Becky and dried her more thoroughly and tenderly. Becky pulled away from him so she could see his naked body for the first time. He was hard. Her hand reached out to touch him and his cock bounced lightly in reflex. Becky pulled her hand back quickly but Charley took it and pulled it back to him.

"It's ok, Beck, touch me. I want you to touch me."

Becky allowed Charley to wrap her hand around his erection and she squeezed it. Charley moaned and swayed a little with his eyes closed. Becky's eyes lifted for just a moment to his eyes but they quickly returned to his cock. She smiled enjoying the rush of power she felt knowing that she could make Charley moan aloud just as he had made her moan. Charley's eyes were still closed so Becky felt braver and she kneeled down to take a closer look. She held his cock within inches of her face. Charley gasped when he felt her breath on the head of his penis. Becky saw a bead of clear liquid moisten the small slit in the head of cock. Her thumb slid across it and it was silky smooth. Curious she placed her thumb in her mouth and tasted him. 

"No real taste." She thought.

Wanting to see if she just didn't get enough, Becky reached forward with her head and let her tongue slide across the slit. She licked the now wet tip to taste him even more. Charley opened his eyes, just as Becky opened her mouth to take the tip of his cock in deeper. It was beautiful. She was beautiful; so young and fresh, so curious and without any inhibition. Charley reached down and pulled her up. Surprised, Becky was about to complain but he stopped it with his kiss. 

When they broke apart Becky said, "But Charley, I want to, you promised."

"You will, baby, you will. Let's go upstairs and get more comfortable." 

Without another word, they quickly climbed the stairs to the room where Charley administered his doctoring skills the night before. But he had no intentions of 'playing Doctor' today. 

Once in the room, Charley went over to lie on the bed, placing pillows beneath his neck. 

"Come here, honey and climb on top of me." Charley's hand reached out to her.

Becky started to climb on top but Charley stopped her. 

"The other way, baby." 

Becky turned around and climbed on top of Charley so that her head was at his feet. Charley grabbed her waist and pulled her up so that the apex of her legs was placed before him; like a meal before a king. Of course, when he moved her delectable little cunt closer to his mouth, he also placed his erection in the perfect position for her to take him in his mouth.

Nature took its course, no lessons needed to be taught to Becky. Her hand took his erection and her mouth covered him immediately. Charley was frozen for a moment while he savored the feeling of her soft lips as they closed around him. Becky's teeth touched him and he jerked slightly, but that was all that was needed to make her realize what not to do. But what she should do just came naturally from there. Her mouth captured him and held him tightly. Salvia slicked lips slid up and down his shaft. Becky wanted to please him and she sucked him as if she wanted to drain him dry. 

The lovely pink slit in his face was ignored long enough; Charley spread her wide and buried his face in that delightful spot. His large thumbs spread her buttocks like a split peach and his tongue slid and explored her ass again. Becky lurched and moaned as his tongue pushed itself into her ass but she did not stop sucking. If anything, it renewed her vigor and Charley could feel her moans as they vibrated on his cock. Charley knew he was going to cum and was about to pull himself out of her greedy mouth just as he felt her body tremble. Her orgasm came first and the sweet nectar flowed from her into his mouth. He just buried his face deeper and groaned in the enjoyment of her pleasure. 

His cock slipped from her mouth as she orgasmed. He heard her whimpers and he was glad she was not still sucking him, he would not have lasted and he did not want to cum yet. Rolling off of Charley, Becky collapsed on her side, still with her bottom end up by Charley's face.

"Becky, are you a virgin?" He asked staring at her ass and rubbing his hand on her thigh while she recovered.

"No Charley, I'm not. But it was not like this. It happened so fast and we didn't even take all our clothes off and it was in the car and … "

"Becky, Becky, Becky. It is ok. I just wanted to know what to expect, I didn't mean to upset you." 

Becky sat up and looked at him. "Charley, I want to try it the other way."

"The other way?" 

"Yes, you know. How you took my temperature last night." She blushed crimson.

Charley leaned forward and lifted her chin and looked at her.

"Baby, you don't ever have to be embarrassed about that or anything else we do. If that is what you want to try, then that is what we will do." 

Smiling, he leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. Becky, overwhelmed with gratitude, love, infatuation, whatever, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Feeling the same profound feelings, Charley kissed her back just as deep. 

Charley hugged her tight and gave her a squeeze. "Are you sure?"

Becky just nodded and blushed again.

"Ok, honey. Come here." 

Charley laid Becky down in the center of the bed and he sat next to her as he did the night before, only this time, he was naked too. His hands brushed the hair from her face and a finger traced an invisible line down her cheek to her chin. His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts and his finger and thumb pinched the nipple very gently and he smiled when she gasped. His fingertips circled the other nipple for a few moments before he pinched that one too. His hand floated down her tummy and danced across her shaven pubic bone and down between her legs. She was wet, very wet. He slipped a finger inside of her, slowly but repetitiously. He could feel her hips lift up from the bed to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. She was going to cum again and this time he would see her face. 

"Open your eyes" He rasped out and she immediately obeyed.

He saw it in her eyes. Her passion. He saw them glisten and sparkle. He saw her brow crinkle as if in pain or confusion but neither was true, it was just her body reacting to his touch and he loved it. Her mouth opened and mewling little sounds slipped out before it quickly changed into a full- fledged groan.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Charley… Oh oh oh.. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Overwhelmed with the need to take her but still wanting to be gentle, Charley could wait no longer. He had to have her. His cock was throbbing with need. Charley turned Becky to her side and reached over to the night table that still held the Vaseline. His finger dipped and returned to the cutest bottom he had ever seen. Spreading her cheeks he greased her opening well. His fingertip pushed in gently preparing the way for his cock. Slowly he inserted it farther waiting until he knew she would relax and allow him to insert another. To help her along, he spoke to her.

"Becky, relax honey. Just let go and trust me. That's it. I can feel your trust. I can get my finger inside you. Breathe honey, relax. I am going to try and get one more in. I will go slowly. I won't rush you. Take your time, honey. Trust me. That's it, that's my girl."

With his other hand, Charley took another finger full of Vaseline and was covering his cock. 

"Oh God, if I don't get this in her, I am not going to make it." He thought to himself.

"Roll to your tummy, honey. That's it. Thatsa girl."

Grabbing a pillow and placing it below her hips, Charley raised her bottom and spread her legs. He could see the glistening sheen of the jelly and the dark orifice waiting for him and he wasn't going to keep her waiting any longer. 

Kneeling behind her, Charley placed his cock between her cheeks, sliding up and down to grease it and to allow her time to get used to the feel. He felt her tremble.

"You ok, Baby? Do you want me to stop?" Praying to God, that she didn't cause he wasn't sure he could stop if she said yes.

"Do it, Charley, do it. I want your cock in my ass. Now"

That was it. There was no turning back now. Charley placed the head of his cock to the opening of her ass and he pushed. Not hard and not inside. Just enough for her to feel the pressure. Sweat was beading on his body now and he felt a trickle run down his back. 

Her sweet voice whispered out again, "Please, do it. I want to feel you inside me."

Charley pressed against the rubbery tissue. He pressed and pressed and felt it give. His cock was in, but just the tip.

She moaned, more of a groan really but he heard it. He pushed in a little more when he felt her sphincter relax just a bit more. Then all of a sudden his cock pushed in. Slowly he slid inside her ass. It was so tight. She fit around his cock like a latex glove. It was hot. So hot. He felt another bead of sweat on his back and he realized he was holding his breath. Along with one long slow stroke he released it in a whoosh. His hands gripped her hips and he pumped just as if he were fucking her cunt. It was heaven. 

Charlie lifted her ass from the pillow with his hands on her hips. His cock fucking her harder and faster now and it was swelling and throbbing to a most delicious ache. He knew he was about to explode and he didn't want to cum without her. He took his left hand and slipped it around front and caressed her clit. That was all it took.

Screams rent through the air as her body trembled. Her ass tightened on his cock and her head flew back. She was cumming and he was less than a second away from joining her. His balls tightened with the unshed seed and he was about to flood her ass. He felt it, like hot lava, move through his shaft. The tight rubbery tissue grabbed and squeezed him so much he could feel his cum shoot through his shaft and splash the insides of her ass. He groaned like an animal and she whimpered like a baby and they joined in ecstasy as neither of them felt before.

Even after it was over their bodies shivered and trembled like the after shocks of an earthquake. They collapsed prone on the bed gasping and clinging to each other. Then they were still. Neither said a word. Charley felt her body shake and it was a moment later that he realized that she was crying. His penis had softened a little and it has slipped from her bottom easily. Her turned her over and into his arms.

"Did I hurt you baby? Are you ok?" He asked rocking her in his arms as if she were indeed a baby.

"Nnno Charley, you didn't hhurt me. Nnnot at alllll. I loved it." She stuttered out.

Charley held her close and rocked her until her tears subsided. He pulled her hair away from her face again and kissed her tear-streaked face. 

"You were wonderful Becky, I loved it too." He told her tenderly.

Becky looked up at him and said. "Wwwhat else can we do? Wwwe still have two more days alone?"

Holding her close in his arms again, Charley chuckled. "Oh, I am sure we can think of something, honey."

(c) 2002, Misty's Erotic Stories