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Guess What I Saw?

By: Guess What I Saw?



I watched as she wet her fingers in her mouth, and then swirled them around her pink nipples, arching her back to the sensation. She pinched and tugged hard, and squeezed her small mounds with both hands. She looked me right in the eye as she wet the fingers of her right hand again, and reached down to spread the lips of her pussy. She watched my face as she plunged two fingers deep inside, stroking in and out. Soon her whole hand was glistening, and she gave in and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Her left hand continued to pluck and pull at her hard little nipples, and her right worked at her sweet wetness in ways only she knows best. Sometimes she rubbed her clit with blinding speed, other times she played deep inside herself while circling the pearly button with her thumb. I was totally hypnotized.

I watched her, and I wanted so badly to touch myself. I wanted to whip out my painfully hard cock and relieve my heavy, aching balls. Somehow, I was able to resist the urge. It seemed like it would be crossing some line that was still forbidden if I exposed myself to her, so I suffered in wonderful agony. I nearly came without touching myself when she took her sopping fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth, sucking them tenderly. Oh my god, the look on her face as she tasted herself was transcendent! I shuddered a sigh, and I am not kidding when I say I was physically and emotionally in agony. Thank god, when she quit sucking her fingers and went back to masturbating it didn't long for her to get off. I don't think I could have taken much more.

There was no mistaking her orgasm. I thought she might fall off the chair, bucking and thrashing around like that, with her mouth in a wide "O" and the veins popping out in her neck. I could see the spasms of passion pass through her body like shock waves rippling from her shoulders to her feet. When the climax passed, she sat for a while, chest heaving as she regained her breath. We were so close, separated only by two thin panes of glass, that I could see her pulse in her neck. I watched it slow from a racing gallop to a slow steady throb as she leaned back, soaking in the glow of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed in dreamy satisfaction, and her lips and chin gleamed with the wetness of her juices.

At last she was finished. Giving me that now-familiar little wave and smile, she closed the curtains and was gone.

My head reeled. My heart pounded. And I had the most exquisitely, deliciously painful ache in my loins I have ever felt. An ache that needed attention. Soon. Let's not put too fine a point on it – my balls hurt and my cock refused to soften.

I was just getting ready to masturbate, and was only fighting with myself about whether to do it at the window on the chance that Kelly might see, when Monica came home. Luckily I heard the garage door in time to make sure my pants were zipped up. It's not that she's never caught me jerking off. I just felt really guilty about the inspiration this time.

I greeted her at the door with a kiss, and right away she picked up on my sexual energy. I was surprised but excited when she responded to my kiss with a fire of her own! It's not exactly a part of this story if I bent her over the washing machine and fucked her right there without even letting her get all the way in house, right? I mean, she was already wet when I turned her around and leaned her over the washer, pulled her slacks and undies down, and plunged my tongue into her pussy. I know what I was thinking about, but I have no idea what was on her mind to get her so turned on so quickly, and I'm not sure I want to know. It was a quickie, to be sure, but it was good!

Now, where was I? Oh yeah. The shit just keeps getting deeper. Good gravy.

Anyway, as spring wore into early summer, I started seeing Kelly hanging out with a boyfriend, the first I had ever seen her with. In fact, not even her older sister had brought boys home before leaving for college. I was kind of surprised, to be honest, that her parents let them hang out as much as they did. I even saw them necking out front, leaned up against the boy's pickup. I was amazed, given the devout nature of their religion. But, who knows what really goes on in a family (or a church, for that matter), right?

Jealous? Why in the world would I feel jealous? What even makes you ask that?

I have to admit to getting kinda worked up sometimes, though, when they were together. Not jealous, exactly, but, um, shall we say aroused? Especially when I realized that Kelly seemed to try to make sure I could see them, and sometimes even gave me that little wave and nibbled her lip when she could do it without being seen by anyone else. Damn! Oh well, she had graduated a month or so ago, and I figured the torture was temporary, until she went away to college. As long as I could keep from doing anything too stupid 'til then, it would all be OK, and life could return to normal.

Fuck. I can't stand normal.

I needn't have worried. It wasn't long before Kelly displayed her uncanny knack for catching me home alone. (Uncanny, and a little alarming when I thought about it too much.) She knocked on the door and asked if she could talk to me about something serious. My heart climbed into my throat, but I nodded and showed her into the living room. She looked really nervous, and I worried that maybe she was pregnant or had some other kind of problem she didn't want her folks to know about. I sat on the couch, and she sat next to me, kind of huddled up.

"What's the matter, Kelly? What is it? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Not exactly, Mr. Mac. I have a problem, though. Jimmy, my boyfriend? He keeps wanting to have sex, and I keep telling him no. I don't know why, but I feel like... like I ought to wait for, oh.... I don't know. It's stupid." She blushed and hung her head, looking younger than her 18 years for the first time in a long time. I thought she might cry.

"It's OK, Kelly. You get to decide when the time is right." A thought occurred to me. "He hasn't tried to, well... he hasn't tried to force you or anything, has he?" I felt a chill, and a protective anger rose up in me. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" In my mind's eye, I could already see me kicking this kid's ass.

"Oh no!" She seemed alarmed at the thought. "Nothing like that! But, we like to kiss and..." -she looked really embarrassed- "...and, you know, we, um, touch..." At this point, I was touched that she was confiding in me, touched by her sweet vulnerability, and not a little surprised that this was the same young woman who had unabashedly masturbated for me only a short time ago. I nodded for her to go on. "...And he says he likes all that," she continued, "but he gets, um, frustrated. He says it hurts him - like, for real hurts. You know, his, uh, balls?"

"Yeah, I can sure understand that!" I answered, thinking back to the times she had done the same to me without ever touching me.

Kelly looked stricken. "You mean, he, uh, he's not, just trying to convince me?" She pondered for a moment. "OK. So it is really bad for him. The reason I ask all this stuff, Mr. Mac, is because..." She stopped. I'd never seen her at a loss for words. She's been a happy, talkative girl since she was young. (OK, I felt a pang of guilt when I had that thought, remembering her as a little kid.)

"What is it, Kelly?" I wanted to encourage her, to help out.

"Well, Jimmy said if we are gonna keep making out, he needs, uh, relief. So, he said if I don't want to have sex yet, maybe I could just give him a blowjob." She stopped again, though she clearly had more to say.

"OK." I wasn't too sure where to go with this. "Uh, what..."

"I'm scared, Mr. Mac! I mean, I want to, but... I want to do a good job, and I... I mean, I've heard stuff at school, but my family is really protective! They would be so mad if they knew I was even thinking about this! Sammy is older than me and she still doesn't even have a boyfriend. I have no one to talk to..." At this, she looked directly at me and put her hand on my thigh, sending shock waves through my body. "... but I trust you."

I recovered from her touch enough to say, "I'm glad you trust me, Kelly, but I'm not sure how to help."

"Teach me, Mr. Mac! Teach me how to give a really good blowjob so Jimmy will still want me." Her eyes looked into mine with fiery excitement, and her hand on my thigh gripped tighter, moving almost imperceptibly further up my leg. "Let me practice on you. I want you to show me how to suck your cock."

"But, Kelly!" I had a storm of conflicting thoughts and emotions pummeling my brain. Surprisingly, foremost was the need to tell her that she didn't need to give Jimmy a BJ to make him want her, that Jimmy should want her with or without a blowjob, or he didn't deserve her. I resisted the urge to get sappy and preachy, though.

I also gotta be honest. Besides feeling sappy and protective, I was plain horny. I was already visualizing her sweet mouth engulfing my cock, which was straining against my jeans as we talked. There was no hiding from it – my little neighbor was all grown up, sexy as hell (even more so in her innocence and vulnerability), and I wanted her.

What I finally managed to say to say was, "Kelly, I... I am a married man. An OLD married man. You're a beautiful young girl. I just – I can't do it, Kelly. It wouldn't be right. No matter how much I want to..." This was the first I'd admitted to her that I DID want to. She was looking so crushed by my refusal, I had to tell her, to make her know she was wanted.

I don't know what reaction I expected, but I was horrified when her face crumpled into tears, and she collapsed against me in great, wracking sobs. I put an arm around her shoulders to comfort her, and tried furiously to think of what to do. This was going downhill fast.

After she had calmed down some and the crying had given way to little sniffles, I lifted her chin gently so I could look at her. 

"So, you really like this guy? He's a good guy? And you're sure he hasn't tried to pressure you?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Mac! He's really sweet, and he seemed embarrassed to ask. I know he wants to make love, but I'm just not ready to do that with him, and he's just so nice and kind," she ended, a little incoherently.

"Well, Kelly, I thought of an idea. It would still get us both in big trouble, but at least I think my conscience can live with it. Wait right here..." She had a look of curious, eager excitement as I got up and left the room.

I came back with one of Monica's dildos. She'd kill me if she found out I so much as showed it to someone else, much less what I had in mind. It was a realistic pink model, with testicles and a suction cup. Kelly gasped at the sight of it. I found I was having difficulty walking for the boner in my jeans, and I noticed her eyes lingered a while at the bulge there, too.

I looked around for a good place to attach the suction cup, and decided the coffee table was a good place to start. It was low enough that I thought she could reach. I got it securely stuck on near the edge, and then motioned Kelly to the floor beside the table.

"Just pretend that lucky table is your lucky Jimmy!" I laughed. I laughed because I was suddenly nervous as a cat. Monica wasn't due home for a couple of hours, but I knew I was in big-ass trouble if anyone found out about this.

Kelly was nervous, too. She reached out tentatively and touched the dildo with her fingertips, giggling a little. She wrapped her hand around it like she was ready to stroke it.

"This is how you do it, huh?" she asked, looking at me intensely. "When you masturbate, you hold it like this." She tried to stroke the dildo, but the surface was too dry and sticky to allow easy movement. "Do you squeeze tight?"

"Well," I explained, a little uncomfortable to be reminded that she had seen me jerk off, "on a real cock, the skin will move around some. So you can grip tight and slide the skin up and down, or if there is any, uh, moisture - you know, if, uhhh, it's slick, then you can glide your hand over the skin. They both feel good!" I felt damned awkward explaining this stuff. But I could feel my cock throbbing, watching her experiment with the dildo. This was going to be excruciating.

"So, should I just lick it? Or do I put it in my mouth like a lollipop? What do I do?"

I explained that licking was good, and putting it in her mouth was good, sucking it was good, but blowing is NOT good! I kind of joked around and she began to feel less awkward. We both did. I told her that rhythm and movement are the key, and there's not really a wrong way to do it. I let her know that she should pay attention to his reactions to know what felt best to him.

"But this is just a fake cock. How do I know if it would feel good?" she asked.

"Look," I said. "The most important thing is enthusiasm. As long as you show that you really want to be sucking him, and really like it, everything will be fine."

"Oh, I DO want to, Mr. Mac! God, how I do!" Her look told me she wasn't speaking strictly about Jimmy. She looked into my eyes, furrowed her brow and chewed her bottom lip again – a habit I noticed she seems to do without meaning to, which makes it all the hotter - and started sucking the dildo again. My cock was screaming with need by this time.

I watched as the shaft became wet with her saliva, letting her pink lips glide easily along the shaft. She was going to be good at this.

Getting into the teaching mode again, I said "Part of what makes a good blowjob is the visual. Guys like to watch..."

She stopped sucking just long enough to tease, "I know YOU like to!" 

I felt my face burn, but plunged on, "... so make sure he can see you. And make eye contact. A man likes to see your expression and watch his cock slide in and out of your mouth." I didn't realize it, but I had started to speak softly and rhythmically, and Kelly was matching her movements to my voice. "Perfect, Kelly, that's perfect." 

She raised her face to me and asked "Is that all there is to it? Will he just lay there? I mean, I thought there would be more..."

"Well, there can be lots more, lots of different ways to do it. Different positions, different places. A lot of men like to stand up while you are on your knees. Feels good, and gives a nice view, especially when you look up. And I might want to move my hips, slide in and out of your mouth - you know, like fucking your mouth..." I could feel the blush spread all the way down my neck. Not only had I said "fuck" in front of her for the first time, but I also realized I said "I" and "you." And she didn't miss it, either. She smiled, and her flush was as much heat as embarrassment.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" The insecure Kelly may have still been in there - probably was - but the bold, confident, sexy woman who had wantonly masturbated for me was back, too.

"Uhh, yes, yes, but..." God lord, my resolve was crumbling.

Kelly saved me by adding, "With the dildo, Mr. Mac. You know, just for practice." Her smile was that of a much older woman, one who knew exactly what she was putting me through. She wasn't exactly mocking me, but she knew that I wanted her, and she enjoyed the fact. She undid the suction cup from the table and motioned for me to stand up. She got on her knees in front of me, and held the dildo in front of my crotch.

I took the rubber cock, feeling electricity as her hand brushed down my leg. I held it in place of my own throbbing member, and she leaned forward and took it between her lips. Remembering my admonition about making sure she could be seen, she swept her red-brown shock of hair back away from her face and looked up at me with big green eyes. Though her mouth was stretched wide, I saw a smiled play at the corners of her lips. Her boyfriend was one lucky bastard.

I began to thrust my hips, in and out, in and out. I was ultra careful not to go too far at first. I gave her time to get used to the feeling, and me time to enjoy the view. Gradually, I started sliding the dong more deeply into her mouth. She pulled back ever so slightly when it would near the back of her throat. 

"No, don't move away, Kelly," I said gently. "Just let it in. If you feel like you are going to gag, don't fight it. It's OK if you gag a little at first. Don't be afraid. Just swallow, instead of trying to relax. Everybody says relax, but I don't think that works. Just swallow." I slid in until I felt some resistance, and then pushed just a little deeper. She gagged just a little, but stayed put and tried to swallow like I told her. After a few tries, she was able to take the head of the dildo into the back of her throat without gagging, as long as we went slowly. She was breathing hard from excitement and the sensation of that shaft probing her throat.

"Need a break?" I asked.

"Yeah, thanks." She looked relieved, but also kind of pensive as we sat on the couch for a moment. 

"You OK, Kelly?" My guilt began to creep in again. God-damned guilt.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm OK. But I just don't think I'm any good at this. I mean..."

"Kelly, listen to me," I cut her off. "Right now, you are doing better than 90% of the women out there." She looked at me dubiously. I said, "Seriously. Most women won't even try to get past the gag reflex. You're doing great," I unconsciously took her hand in mine, " and your boyfriend is going to be amazed. He's very lucky."

"OK," she said, apparently mollified. "Can we practice some more?"

I glanced down at the bulge still straining at my jeans before answering, "Yeah, I think I can take a little more." She let her eyes drop to my crotch and then smiled.

I stood up, picked up the dildo and held it in place, and she dropped right to her knees, looking up at me the whole time. She took a scrunchie from her pocket and effortlessly gathered her hair into a neat ponytail. She grabbed the base of the dong, wrapping her small hand around the shaft, and started licking and sucking it to get it good and wet again. 

"Is this right?" she asked. "Is this what I do with my hands?" She nipped and licked at the rubber cock between phrases, never moving her lips far from when she spoke, and I swear I could feel her warm breath on my own dick. 

"Yeah, Kelly, that's good. You can jerk it as you suck, or stretch the skin tight to increase the sensitivity. You don't just have to use your hands on the shaft, either. You can play with the balls, you can rub his legs and body. You can even rub his nipples. Some guys have really sensitive nipples." Despite the fact that she wasn't even actually touching me, I noticed I was having a little trouble catching my breath as I spoke. "Sometimes I like it when you use no hands at all, and sometimes I want you to grab my butt and pull me into you." That shift in pronouns again, my words giving away my thoughts. Oh hell. Sweet hell.

She experimented for a while, and I just enjoyed the view. She wasn't exactly skillful yet, and still showed a little bit of uncertainty. But she was sure into it. She sucked and jerked the dildo, sometimes with such enthusiasm I almost lost my grip on the suction cup. I mouthed encouragement when she came across combinations that I knew would feel good. My breathing was really getting ragged, and I realized with surprise that the simple stimulation of the dildo pressing against my cock, combined with the heavenly vision of watching Kelly, was pushing me way closer to cumming than I thought possible. After a short while, she started getting more comfortable, and before long she was able to take the shaft all the way to the base when she wanted to. She did it with a smooth, effortless glide and an open, relaxed mouth that few women seem to master. She seemed to know intuitively that, on those long deep strokes, the throat and tongue are what feel the best, not the lips.


Guess What I Saw?



Holy hell. I wanted to feel her mouth so badly. But so far, my resolve was holding. Barely.

Then she tried playing with the balls of the dildo as she sucked. When she cupped them, the back of her hand rested against my own swollen, heavy sack, and each movement of her fingers sent shock waves through my hypersensitive loins. I don't think she realized it, because the moment I gasped out "Oh, wait, Kelly, you're..." she jerked her hand quickly away and looked up at me with wide eyes.

She had to have seen, in my face, the battle being waged between my will and my body. Her look changed from worry to amused desire when she realized she hadn't done anything wrong. Oh no, it was TOO right. And she knew it.

She never took her eyes off mine as she reached around behind me and grabbed my behind in both her hands. She had obviously been listening to my suggestions about what to do with her hands. Then she pulled my pelvis toward her, impaling her mouth with the dildo and crushing my hips against her face. I moaned uncontrollably. She repeated the motion several times, picking up speed and ferocity with each stroke.

I could take no more of that. I pulled away a little and begged her, "Oh, Kelly, you've got to do something else with your hands. I, I just can't take that. Too much..." I trailed off.

"What else would you like me to do with my hands, Mr. Mac?" she asked in her most coquettish voice.

I knew I couldn't handle her burning touch any more. I would lose total control.

"Maybe you could, you know, maybe NOT use them for a while. You could, uh, maybe put them behind your back, or..." - I paused in deliberation – "maybe you could touch YOU instead of me. I, uh, I mean, guys like to watch you touch yourself, too." Not only did I sound stupid, I knew I shouldn't have said it as soon as it popped out. The line I had drawn in my mind about what was acceptable and what wasn't acceptable was blurry at best, but I knew watching her touch herself while we were in the same room was over that line. I can't explain why. I hadn't really had time to think about it. It was just a gut feeling, a "rule" made up on the fly. 

Kelly didn't seem to mind my inarticulate splutter or my lines in the sand. She put her hands behind her back, thrusting out her pert breasts, and resumed sucking "my" cock. We both knew by now that she was giving ME a blowjob, even if we were using a proxy cock. It was all just a way to follow "the rules." 

But following the rules didn't change what was really happening. My little neighbor was sucking me off. 

After a few minutes with her hands behind her, she began to let them roam over her body. She caressed herself through her thin baby blue shorts, never actually fingering herself, but brushing lightly over inner thighs and hips. Then her hands began to wander up her body, lifting her light cotton tee-shirt as she went.

"Oh, Kelly, no." I couldn't keep the pleading tone from my voice. "Please. You have to keep your shirt on. We can't be undressed. Please." Again, I had no logical reason, but I knew my resolve couldn't take much more.

She looked up again, and I think there was amusement in her eyes, knowing she had me wrapped around her finger. She never stopped bobbing her head on the shaft of the dildo, but she did stop raising her shirt up. Instead, she slipped her hands up under it, and I heard her moan around the cock as she played with her nipples. Her eyes closed, and her expression became rapturous as she soaked in all the sensations.

I watched in a state of tortured rapture, myself. My heart pounded, my breath rasped. I realized, with a sudden electric awareness that slashed through all my thoughts and feelings, that I was going to cum from this. Like, right that moment! The orgasm had already started spreading its fingers throughout my body, and were beginning that inexorable clench that would squeeze the hot white cum from my balls in a final eruption. That, I was NOT ready for. I pulled quickly away.

"OK, Kelly, OK, I have to stop. We have to... I can't" Seeing puzzlement crease her brow, I felt the need to explain. "For real. I have to stop now. I'm going to cum, Kelly. I... I can't. You have to stop." I managed to step away, senses reeling, and sit on the edge of the couch.

She sat beside me. I could see she wanted to say something, ask me something, but couldn't find the words. 

Finally, with a quiet intensity, she said "But Mr. Mac, I WANT you to cum! That's why I'm here. I really want you to be my first."

I was stunned. So, this wasn't just about me teaching her...

"NO, Kelly! No. No..."

"Please! Don't say no!" It was more of a command than a request.

"But Kelly, why? Why do you want to do this with me? You have a boyfriend, and I KNOW he wants you."

"Yeah, I know Jimmy wants me. I want to be with him, too. But I want you to be the first. You have always been so good to me, and ever since that day I saw you in the window, I've wanted this. I, I've loved you for years, Mr. Mac." Her eyes shied away at the admission of her feelings. "I know you and I can't be together forever. But, just for my first time, I want it to be you. Jimmy can wait." There was passion and a strange, cold determination in her voice now. Her cheeks were aflame.

"Oh, Kelly..." I didn't really know what to say. I was mostly stalling. "It's not right. I mean, my wife, Jimmy... your PARENTS, for Christ's sake!"

"It IS right. It's my choice. And as for all them? They'll never know. I swear. Please?"

She leaned over and kissed me. I knew I was lost.

I kissed her back, and her sweet soft lips parted to welcome my probing tongue. She was an amazingly good kisser, too. I was a little surprised at that, but I can't really say why. In any case, she took my kiss to be assent, and sank to the floor in front of the couch, slipping her body between my legs as she went. 

Resting her arms on my thighs, she bent her head and lightly nibbled my hard cock through the tight fabric of my jeans. She ran her open hands over me, moaning softly as she felt the hot, throbbing flesh beneath the denim. Then she unbuttoned my fly and tugged my boxers out of the way. She smiled hugely and her eyes shone brightly as she looked up at me. I was watching as if in a dream.

"Are you ready?" she asked, and before I could answer, the head of my cock was in her mouth.

"Oh my god. Kelly!" It burst from my throat in an airy rush. She moaned, vibrating against the sensitive skin of my head, and swirled her tongue around, exploring all the curves, folds, and textures she had only seen through the panes of glass 'til now.

I was transfixed by the vision of her sucking me. My cock, disappearing into her sweet, young beautiful mouth, was beyond description. Her ponytail bobbed softly with her movements, and the sunlight slanting through the window brought out the red highlights in splashes of color.

And have I mentioned, she was GOOD? I haven't? Well, she was. Frightfully good.

Like her kiss, her mouth moved over my shaft with an expertise beyond her years. I don't mean she seemed practiced, or that she had extraordinary technique. No. That's not really it. It was that she seemed to be able to listen to my body, to sense what I was feeling, and to respond instinctively. When she reached up and began to massage my balls, she seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to use, and how to tug on them so I rode the finely honed edge between pleasure and pain. Or, more exactly, between pleasurable pain and too much pain.

She stopped going down on me just long enough to take my hand and help me stand up. She slid my jeans down the rest of the way and let them pool around my ankles. Then, she ran her palms up my body, under my shirt and over my chest. I felt a momentary pang, an acute awareness of our age difference, when her hands passed over my belly. Now, I'm in pretty good shape for a man my age, but the years have taken their toll and I'd be lying if I said I had rock-hard abs. Kelly, on the other hand, has played soccer and softball all her life. While she's not a waif by any stretch, her body is firm and strong. And 18.

She seemed to sense my discomfort, and let me know she didn't care if I wasn't perfect by saying "Your cock is even nicer than I imagined, Mr. Mac." She said all this while nuzzling and licking along its length and lightly rubbing her fingertips over my nipples. As they hardened under her touch, she playfully tweaked and pinched them. Each time she did, my cock jumped and throbbed, and she responded by licking in time with the movement.

Oh my god. She was perfect.

And then came the clincher. As she had done with the dildo, she grabbed hold of my butt – bare flesh against flesh this time – and taking my dick between her lips, pulled me into her throat. She went slowly, and our eyes were locked the whole time. I shuddered as I entered her inch by inch. I felt the head of my shaft against the back of her throat, then pressure, and then exquisite tightness as she took me all the way in. She held me there for a moment, looking at me, and her eyes watered just a little, but she didn't gag. Then she just as slowly withdrew, leaving my shaft glistening wet. Her chest was heaving with excitement, her breath catching in her throat.

"Is that OK?" she asked between gasps. 

"Oh my god, Kelly! It's wonderful. Amazing!" And I wasn't exaggerating. My wife gives great head, and I've had a few girlfriends who were very good, too. But Kelly was absolutely blowing my mind. I don't know if it was because this was so wrong, so forbidden, or if it was because she was so young, lovely and GOOD at it. Maybe it was just because she wanted me so much. I don't know. Probably, it was all those things. But she was,without question, the best I've ever felt.

Encouraged by my words, she went back to work, alternately taking my deeply into her throat, and working magic with her tongue around the head. She stopped playing with my nipples, which disappointed me at first, but when she slid one hand under her shirt and the other down her shorts, I didn't mind at all. I began to thrust my hips in and out as she played with herself, and she just opened and let me in. She did fine, whether I slid just to the back of her mouth, or shoved my full length down into her tight throat. She gagged a little if I did too many deep strokes too quickly, but she never protested or pulled away, and I was careful not to get too carried away.

I was getting very close again, and I knew I was going to cum a gusher because of my extended torment. I was getting lost in my own sensations, when I realized Kelly was cumming! She let out a squeal and groaned, and her body locked up and convulsed in orgasm, her fingers dancing like lightning inside her shorts. I pulled out of her mouth to let her finish, loving that perfect O her mouth makes when she gets off. 

She had barely gotten over that tidal wave when she took me in her mouth again. I held still now and let her control all the motion. I tried not to rush, holding back as long as I could because I wanted this to go on for as long as possible. But I was climbing ever nearer what I thought might be the most intense orgasm of my life. My vision was getting dark around the edges, and I kept catching myself holding my breath.

And then, I heard the garage door go up.

Holy fuck!! Monica was home!

I frantically pulled at my jeans, trying to get them back up and buttoned over my impossibly hard cock. Kelly had heard the door, too, and was making sure her clothes were smoothed out and her hair was OK. Just as I heard the door into the house open, I noticed the dildo still on the coffee table! I tossed it under the edge of the couch, and then there she was.

I was sure Monica could hear my heart pounding. Maybe she could even see it, because it felt like it was moving my ribs with every explosive beat. Kelly stood rooted to the spot.

"Hi guys," Monica said cheerfully. "Whatcha up to?"

A totally innocent question. I think. But I was totally guilty and it seemed forever before I could think of an answer. Time was standing still. Unable to come up with anything right away, I gave Monica's cheek a kiss in greeting. Anything to stall.

Noticing the photo slide-show screensaver on the computer monitor over Monica's shoulder, I remembered that I had been editing photos when Kelly came in. That gave me an idea.

"Well, Kelly is thinking about getting into photography, and she was asking me some questions about my different cameras."

"Yeah," Kelly said, picking up the thread, "I'm leaving for college soon and I want to take lots of good pictures while I'm gone. Mr. Mac has been a great help." 

"Oh, well, that's nice!" said Monica. "Tony loves photography, and I'm sure he'll talk your ear off if you give him a chance. I love to look at his pictures, but I don't want to know everything about what lens and f-stop and blah-blah-blah he used." She gave me a pointed look. "It kind of ruins the magic to know everything." She laughed, and I found myself giggling moronically now that the crisis seemed to have been averted.

"Say, Mrs. Mac. I was hoping to borrow Mr. Mac for a while tomorrow." Kelly glanced quickly at me, and then back at Monica. "He taught me a lot of great stuff today, but I'd like to go out and really try some of the things he was explaining. You know, to see if I really get it. And maybe it'll help decide what's best for me if I try a couple of his first."

Dear lord. I couldn't believe the double entendre Kelly was throwing out there! I mean, I knew Monica couldn't possibly know what she really meant, but I swallowed hard anyway. I was worrying about my heart exploding again. Damn! Here she was, asking my wife for permission! The guilt and excitement were so intense I really couldn't have said what I was feeling right then. Just a rush, like noise in my ears, you know?

"Oh sure, that would be great! I have to run some errands in the afternoon anyway, so you won't be stealing him from me." Monica laughed at her little joke, but I felt kind of funny. As you might imagine.

"OK! Great! So, I'll see you tomorrow about 1:00, Mr. Mac?" Kelly's smile beamed like a ray of golden sun.

"Uh, yeah, great! I'll, uh, I'll have the cameras and gear all ready to go."

"Sounds good! See you tomorrow. Bye, Mrs. Mac!" With that, Kelly turned and let her self out. When she was gone, it seemed a huge energy had left the room.

"She's such a nice kid," Monica sighed as she plopped down on the couch. "But you'd better be careful!" she teased. "I think that girl has a crush on you!"

"Haha!" I giggled nervously. "No way! What would a girl her age see in an old fart like me?" My voice sounded so unnatural to me, with Monica's words striking so close to home. I started to go into the kitchen for a much needed drink, and realized I had the worst case of blue balls ever. I hadn't moved since Monica came in, and each mincing step was horribly painful.

"What's the matter, Tony? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, I'm fine. Just a little stiff, is all." Good god, have I been stiff. "Must have sat too long editing." I hobbled out, needing to get away for a moment.

That was this afternoon.

So, now you know my problem. I know, I know, we ALL should have such problems, right? But this is serious! Here it is, the middle of the night. My lovely wife is asleep, and I'm wide awake, wracked with guilt, confessing my sins to you.

Guilt, yes. But my balls haven't stopped aching, and I can't forget the sight of Kelly's sweet mouth wrapped around my manhood. Her eyes looking into mine. The taste of our one fleeting kiss. I can't forget the earnest, sincere desire when she said she wanted me to be her first. Desired ME.

I know it's wrong in every way, what I want to do. I know it is. But I have a decision to make, and it is a tough one. 

Tomorrow. 1:00 P.M. Even now I am not sure what I'll do...