0 comments/ 220824 views/ 18 favorites It's Hard To Find Good Help By: satyr_132003 I could wax elegantly about how I met her but that's not what you want to read. You want to read what happened after I saw her with her friends at a block party. Her name is Melanie Rogers and she is about 5'9, a tall skinny blonde with a nice C cup rack. The rest of the girls in the group were paired off with a guy so I knew I could approach her without infuriating some young punk. She was dressed in a white halter-top and denim blue cutoff jean shorts and the sexiest pair of sandal high heels. The heels accentuated her long, firm legs and caused her butt to jut out just right. Her hair was done up in a ponytail that held her wonderful below the shoulder mane in place. Now I'm 38 and divorced and knew I had to look like a big perv approaching an 18 year old but I had an 'In.' I overheard her saying she needed a job to get a car for when she went off to college. I'm not exactly a neat freak but I thought I could get her to come over to do some light housekeeping. Nothing happened that night or for over a week. She took my business card and said she'd stop by if she were interested. She looked me over and I think I might have passed her perv test but I couldn't be sure. I went home feeling pretty confident I would have some wonderful eye candy spicing up my life and cleaning up my house. A week passed and Melanie showed up on the following Saturday morning. I let her in and showed her around my place. She wore a pair of denim overalls with a pink top and white tennis shoes. Her hair was in pigtails with pink ribbons and she was wearing pink gloss lipstick. She said she thought I had a great place and apologized for not coming over earlier. She said she was enjoying her summer vacation and wanted sometime to hang out with friends. We talked about what she knew how to do and she was perplexed. She frowned and said she hadn't really done much work before and that her mom and dad never really gave her any chores. I decided to start her off easy doing the dishes and after twenty minutes went in to look at what she had done and found her playing with the bubbles. I had her read up my study but had to stop her when I found her throwing out all my important papers. She was trying hard but we were having a difficult time finding something for her to do. I really wanted things to work out as I enjoyed having her around and watching her tight young body as she moved. I had her go out back and weed my flower beds and that didn't work out very well either as she didn't like getting her hands dirty and didn't have the strength to tear out the weeds. I was sort of perturbed because she didn't seem know how to do anything and I wasn't getting anything done. I did enjoy the eyeful I was getting as I mowed my lawn and watched her bending over towards me and away from me. She would catch me now and then and smile shyly as she knew she wasn't cut out for the work she was trying to do. About my third pass with the lawn mower I noticed Melanie kneeling with her hands covering her face and stopped. The mower chugged to a stop as I let off the gas and I moved slowly over to her. She didn't move from her spot on the ground so I walked up to her and kneeled beside her and put my hand on her shoulder. She felt my hand and looked up. Her face looked flush and she frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked as I searched her face for any indication. "I suck at this," she said bluntly with a frown and I think she thought she'd never make the money for a car. "Relax, let's go inside and have something cool to drink and you can catch your breath," I said, taking charge. She was right but I didn't want her quitting on me. She shook her head in agreement with my idea and walking beside me she acted like it was a relief to get up and take a deep breath. As we walked, I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her. She was wearing cologne and it filled my nose. I didn't know the scent but liked it. I could feel the warmth from her body and although she was tall and skinny, she appeared small to me and fragile. I opened the door to the back of the house as we reached it and let her in. I had only a couple of cool options to drink and fewer for her since I couldn't offer her a beer or glass of wine. I led her to the kitchen which was nice and cool because of the tile floors and because it was near the back of the house and didn't get any direct daily sun. Melanie leaned against the kitchen cabinets as I went to the refrigerator. She didn't speak and I was feeling guilty for checking her out when she seemed to be upset. I handed her a cold glass of lemonade after I poured it and she took it. Her hands were shaking a little but she took a big gulp of the liquid and let out a sigh. I grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and popped off the top. It tasted great and I realized that I had worked up quite a sweat in the afternoon sun. Melanie blushed now and she spoke, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me out there." She looked at me and nervously looked away. "I didn't tell you but I broke up with my boyfriend this week and I guess I'm not over it," she revealed. She looked at me and sipped some more of the yellow liquid. "I'm sorry to hear that," I told her. Melanie was striking as sweat glistened on her forehead, cheeks, and arms. "It's hot today and you needed a break anyway," I added, trying to keep the mood light. "I thought if I came over and worked for you, I could forget him but I keep thinking of him," she said and wiped her left forearm across her forehead, wiping away sweat but leaving a light brown smear. Her forearm had got dirt on it from pulling weeds and now she had transferred it to her head. "It'll take time," I told her and added that even though I got divorced for all the right reasons, I still thought about my ex. "Really?" she said. "Yeah, from time to time and especially when I'm lonely," I stated. "Aw," Melanie said and looked hard at me. She was sympathetic and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't think about my ex that much really especially not with Melanie in my kitchen. I smiled and asked her, "Why'd you break up?" I thought I that might be too forward and added, "If you don't mind me asking?." "Oh no," she said and I could tell she wanted to talk about it. "He wanted to see other girls," she said with a frown. "What? He must be fucking nuts!" I said and laughing, amended my speech, "He must be crazy!" Melanie giggled and a smile came across her face that I'm sure will break a thousands hearts in her lifetime. "Yeah," she said with a laugh. She looked at me and I felt she was gauging me for something. She must have thought I passed her test because she said, "He says I didn't put out so he wanted to get a girlfriend who did." Her eyes searched mine and I think she felt weird telling me this and didn't know what I would think. "Aw," I said, as it was my turn to be sympathetic. I frowned and started to tell her I commended her for being so virtuous. She stopped me mid-sentence and I couldn't believe what I was hearing, 'Its not that, I'm not old-fashioned or anything like that, I wanted to have sex with him but I just don't know what to do and he was always grabbing me and trying to get me to touch his thing." "His cock," I playfully corrected her and she smiled. "I know what a 'Cock' is," she giggled. I raised me eyebrows and looked at her incredulously, "What I thought all the kids today knew everything." Melanie smiled and nervously wiggled her ass against my counter. She sipped her lemonade and looked down at the floor. I didn't want her to change the subject so I spoke, "Well your boyfriend lost out, because the best sex is the kind that comes from exploring and learning what your partner likes." Melanie looked at me like what I said made a hell of a lot of sense. I moved across the room, choosing my words carefully. "For instance, you said he was always grabbing you," I said and watched her eyes as she listened. "To me that tells me he was too rough and never found out how you like to be touched," I told her and her head bobbed in agreement. She bit her lower lip and watched me advance towards her. "How did he grab you?" I asked and she giggled and grabbed her breasts in both hands roughly. We shared a laugh as she felt self-conscious. She smiled and took her right hand and grabbed herself between her legs. Our laugh grew louder and she almost spilled her lemonade. "I didn't mean 'Where did he grab you'," I said, "I mean how hard to he grab you?" Melanie blushed as she thought her display seemed silly now. I liked her frankness and thought her boyfriend had to the village idiot for passing up on this hot little number. "Grab my forearm," I told her, "like you would want to be touched." I offered her my forearm and waited for her to show me. Melanie thought for a second and reached forward and lightly touched my arm. She stopped and I nodded for her to continue. She stroked my arm gently and I was getting hard just from her touch and her warmth. I urged her to continue and she did for a minute or two, running her fingers across my skin and muscle. Her eyes locked on mine and she giggled, as she felt weird. I stopped her when I felt she was ready to go on to the next step. I took her right forearm and pulled it up between us. Using my fingertips and hand, I gently massaged her forearm and she giggled and tried to compose herself. She had goose bumps on her arms and she wiggled when she had a chill run up her spine. I smiled at her and using my other hand waved for her to spin around. She wasn't sure what I meant and as she turned she watched my face for an explanation. When her back was turned to me, I gently touched the back of her neck and she moaned. She dropped her head forward and exposed more of her neck. I gently rubbed soft circles on her neck and felt her body relax in font of me. "Now isn't that better than having your boyfriend just grab you?" I stated the obvious. Melanie nodded her head and didn't speak. I leaned to beside her so I could see her face and could see her eyes were closed. She was concentrating on the feelings and I could tell she was enjoying herself. Not wanting to stop but not wanting to go too far, I said, "We can stop anytime you want." I waited for her to say something but she didn't. I gently massaged her neck and her shoulders. She had slender shoulders and her skin felt soft to the touch. I worked her muscles in my fingers and I could feel her body melt in my hands. I moved lower on her shoulders and came to her overall straps. I slid them outward so I massage beneath them and Melanie made no move to stop me. I heard her moan as I touched a tight spot in her muscles. "How does that feel?" I asked, wanting to see how comfortable she was with me proceeding. She didn't speak for a second and I asked again. She laughed as she realized I had to ask her twice and said, "I'm sorry, I'm enjoying it so much I didn't want you to stop." She leaned over the counter a little further and her ass pushed back at me. I looked down and could see down in the sides of her overalls and she was wearing a thong with the straps that tie at the hip. I kneaded her muscles some more and asked her if she had ever had a massage before. She said yes but only from girlfriends when they were just hanging out and they couldn't massage her as deeply as I was doing it. It was my cue to move on and massage her even harder as she was enjoying the deep muscle rub. I took a risky move and stepped closer to her from behind and taking my right thigh brought it up between her legs. Melanie didn't say a word and if anything she leaned further against the counter and back against me. Seeing this embolden me to ask her to undo her overall straps so I could rub her back. I tried to be cool when I asked not to scare her and still sounded like a perv. I waited for an agonizing moment but was relieved when she brought her hands up in front of her and crossed them to unsnap the clasps. Her overalls didn't slide off her but instead hung to her shirt so I was forced to fold down the back. Melanie didn't protest but did reach her hands down on either side of her to keep her overalls from falling down off her hips. With her hands there I was free to run my hands on her back and shoulders. I grabbed her shoulders roughly and rubbed my thumbs into her muscles there. Melanie moaned and her chest and belly leaned on the counter finally and she rested there. I now had this beautiful blonde bent over my kitchen counter, clinging to her overalls so they didn't fall off her. Her ass was pushing back at me and my right thigh was rubbing between her ass cheeks. I don't know what effect it was having on her but my cock was rock hard and wanted to replace my thigh. My hands moved down her back and pushing down I was able to pop her back in about five different spaces. Each time Melanie's back popped and cracked she ooh'd and ahh'd. I ran my hand across her pink cloth top and massaged her middle and lower back. As I got to her lower back just above her ass, I could feel Melanie tighten up and I wondered if she going to make me stop. I moved lower and rubbed my hands on the top of her ass cheeks. Melanie didn't move but adjusted her hold on her overalls at her hips and moaned as my hands massaged the flesh on her upper rump. She had been quiet throughout most of the process but spoke up now as I slid my hands lower and stuck my fingers under the denim fabric to knead her ass cheeks. "Ooh that feels so good," she said, startling me as she broke the silence. "My lower back has been bugging me for awhile," she added. I increased the pressure on her lower back and was more brazen in my attempt to get my hands lower on her ass. My hands slid between her overalls and her ass and I squeezed her ass cheeks in each hand. "Oh god that feels good, it tickles a little but feels good at the same time," Melanie moaned as she glanced to the side and tried to look back at me. I smiled at her and stepping back from her, I reached to either side of her and took her hands in mine. Without much prying, I got her to release her grip on the side of her overalls and they fell to the tile floor. I looked at her and winked to let her know I was impressed with her backside. Melanie has a slim waist and a tight ass and her thong fit snugly where it was suppose to cover. I turned my hands so my fingers faced upward and squeezed her cheeks again. Massaging them in a circle, I alternated between spreading her crack and pressing it together. Melanie moaned and then giggled. I wasn't getting any signal not to press on so I didn't hold back and told her to step out of her overalls so she could spread her legs. Using her hands on the counter to brace herself, she lifted her right leg and stepped it out of her pant leg. She did the same with the left leg until her feet were free to spread her legs. Bending down, I crotched behind her and looked at her lovely ass and the sweet pouch between her legs. I slid my hands down her ass cheeks so that they grabbed her upper thighs and massaged her muscles there. Melanie didn't move but I could tell she was wondering what my next move was. Enjoying the view but getting harder by the second I decided to go for broke and brought my mouth up to her thong covered pussy lips and gummed her through the soft fabric. 'Oh my god," Melanie said out loud and I was glad no one else could hear her loud verbalization. She didn't move to stop me but instead lowered herself towards my mouth. I didn't hesitate to suck on her lips through the thong material once she began to moan her approval, "Oh yes, Ooooooh, Yesssss," she moaned through clenched teeth and breathed short, rapid breaths. Using my hands I massaged her upper thighs and ass cheeks while I mouthed her thong covered pussy. I used my hands to provide better access and to increase her pleasure. My mouth wet her thong but I could tell it was getting wet from within. Expertly using my tongue, I pushed aside her thong and my mouth came in contact with her honey pot. The moment my tongue stuck its way between her lips, Melanie began to moan loudly and wiggle her ass. 'Oh my god," she groaned as she held the counter top and slowly pushed back against my mouth and tongue. I licked along her slit and worked my way to her hood. She knew what was coming and her hips rolled backward in order to give me better access. Her moans continued and I knew I had a loud moaner on my hands. Taking my fingers I pulled down on the fabric between her legs. It gave some resistance but snapped free at her hips and fell to the ground. Looking between her legs now I gazed up at her beautiful pussy and asshole. She was clean-shaven and I could tell she had done it recently as I didn't notice any stubble. Taking my fingers I spread her ass cheeks and peered at her tight sphincter. She had shaven it too and I found that erotic and my cock throbbed in my shorts. "Do you like to masturbate?" I asked her now, throwing all caution to the wind. If Melanie was going to balk she would have already. She giggled at the question and murmured a shy, "Why?" She turned slightly to peer down at me and smiled. I playfully smacked her on the ass and didn't relent, "Do You?" She giggled and gave in and shyly admitted, "Yes" "All the time?" I pried, I studied her face and I could tell that although I had slowly seduced her, she probably had wanted this to happen. "Sometimes," she answered and her hand came up to her mouth as she tried to stifle a laugh. "How often?" I asked and slowly inserted my middle finger in her pussy. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as her mind dealt with the finger and she stopped her answer. "How often?" I asked again and added my index finger to her quim. She bit her lower lip and murmured something inaudible. "Ahhhhh," she groaned as she twitched on my digits. She tried to answer but stopped as I moved my fingers in and out of her twat. She giggled and let out a guttural moan as she came quickly on my hand with my two fingers buried in her up to my hand. "Oh god, oh god," she moaned as she wiggled her ass on my fingers. Her hands held the counter to steady herself and she peered over her shoulder at me with glazed eyes. 'Hmmm?" I pried as my fingers slipped from her pussy and rubbed her engorged lips. She smiled and swung her head back and forth as she enjoyed my petting. I didn't get the answer quick enough so I smacked her on the ass again. "Ooooh," she cried out and I could tell she was now withholding the information from me as a game. I stood up and leaned over the counter behind her. Melanie laughed as she felt my body push on hers. My chest lay heavily on her back and pushed her down towards the counter top. I bit her on the neck playfully and she jumped and wiggled. She was enjoying our little game and I grabbed her around the waist and shoulders. "Ooh," she uttered and playfully tried to wiggle free. She was pretty strong for being so long and slender but I held her tightly. Being naked from the waist down made her vulnerable to me and as she tried to fight free. Taking my right hand, I brought it down between her legs and cupped her pussy and mound. My left arm stayed around her chest and kept her from climbing away from me over the counter top. Melanie brought both hands down on my right hand and she didn't try to pry it off but instead held it there and pushed her hips back into me. She ooh'ed again and turned her head to the side where my face was and tried to kiss me. I kissed her back and our tongues met. Using my left hand, I pulled her pink top up and grabbed her right breast. The girl who didn't like being pawed by her ex-boyfriend was tangoing with me in my kitchen. I swung her around slowly until we were facing each other and her hands went for my shirt and she pulled it up. Seeing how tight and slender her young body was, I was glad still worked out two hours a morning. It's Hard To Find Good Help Her hands rubbed my chest as our mouths and tongues stayed locked together. I reached behind her and took her two butt cheeks in my hand and groped them. Melanie moaned in my mouth and I picked her up and she swung her hips around my waist and allowed me to carry her. I knew my own kitchen quite well and as we continued to kiss, I carried her off to my living room. I knew to go through my left doorway to the hallway on the right side of the house, rather than the right doorway that passed by the open window that faced Mrs. MacGillicutty's house. The old bitty would see us passing the window for sure and I'd be kicked out of the neighborhood or worse for banging one of their young ladies. As we got to the living room I maneuvered the two of us to the back of the couch and set Melanie down on it. She broke our kiss long enough to see where she was sitting and she giggled. Looking at her hot little body and cute little face, I became overcome with lust and pushed her over onto her back. She giggled and laughed as she found herself in a compromising position. She was resting on her shoulders and back with her long legs and ass hanging in the air above her. I took my two hands and spread her already splayed legs wider and gazed at her open pussy and puckered bunghole. Smiling down at her, I buried my face in her quim and licked, sucked, bit, and eat to my hearts delight. Melanie was beside herself as she enjoyed my mouth on her clit, and pussy lips. She struggled to stay on the couch as she wiggled her ass in my face. Her two hands came up and grabbed my head and pulled my hair. She groaned as she pulled my head down to her pussy. "Oh yeah, eat it, eat it," she cursed as she had one of her many orgasms. I laughed at her forcefulness and the vibration on her clit made her moan harder. Seeing this I decided to up the ante and took her tender little clit between my lips and hum "Little Girls" by Oingo Boingo. Melanie was so over the top by now that she shook and I felt her hips trying to buck my face. This only drove me on and reaching down I slid my hand into her pink top and I took her left nipple in between my thumb and index finger and tweaked it. I had neglected her beautiful rack but made a mental note to be sure to play with them later. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Melanie groaned as she twitched her little honey pot into my face. Our tender moment together was interrupted by light rapping on my front door. I heard it first and as I raised my head from Melanie's tasty snatch, her eyes locked on mine and we stayed deathly quiet and still. I stood up and taking her hips pushed her over on her side on the couch. She was suddenly conscious of her nakedness and her left hand went across her chest while her right hand covered her moist pussy. I put one of my fingers to my lips to warn her to shhh. She smiled but I could tell she was a little worried. I moved to the front of the house and glanced out the side window beside the front door half expecting Melanie's parents with the police. I was relieved to see a young boy of seven or eight. I opened the door and said 'hello'. The young guy ran past me uttering a hurried 'hi.' He was looking everywhere as he hit the hallway that lead back to my living room where the naked Melanie was laid out on my couch. I had a panic attack as I thought he would discover her and his mom would kill me for exposing him to a nude woman. It didn't dawn on me that it was Melanie's little brother and I could be crucified for what he was about to discover. I followed him quickly trying to slow him down. I knew I couldn't touch him but I couldn't allow him to find Melanie bare ass in my living room. "Hey little fellow," I said as I tried to catch up to him but he didn't listen and worse than that went right into my living room. I gulped hard as I followed him in and expected the worse but was amazed to find Melanie gone and the young tike continuing to search my house for her. He bolted through the door to the kitchen and as I followed I could hear him shouting at her as he found her. My mind whirled, as I was sure he had found her naked in my kitchen. I entered the room ready to make the little guy a deal if he didn't say anything about what he found here. I was dumbfounded to find Melanie at the sink washing my dishes in the sink. She had on her clothes and she looked as natural as could be washing a plate and talking with the young boy. "Mom says she wants you home," the boy scolded her and looked at her hard. He turned when he saw me and smiled. He looked back at Melanie as if she was his charge and he was her prison guard. "Tell mom, I'm not done yet and I will be home as soon as I am," she told her little brother and looked at me. I could tell she was annoyed and she had this little guy to bust her chops all the time. The little guy turned and looked at me and let out an exasperated sigh. I smiled at him and stood back. He shook his head and walked past me, down the hall and out my front door. He was careful to close it and I saw him jart off in the direction of his house. I turned back to Melanie and she was on me like spots on a leopard. I heard her say something about 'Where were we?' before she tried to shove her tongue down my throat. She climbed up my body with a quick leap and wrapped her legs around me. Her arms wrapped around me and she nearly toppled me to the floor. I caught my balance and putting my hands under her ass, moved us back into the living room. I dropped her long, leggy body on the couch and she laid back and smiled up at me. "Is he coming back?" I asked and smiled. Melanie stretched out her arms and spread her legs and smirked, "Probably". I laughed and went to the front door and locked it. I looked through the side window to make sure he couldn't see into the living room and see us on the couch. I went back to the couch and Melanie had sat up and was playing with my remote. She had undone the straps on her overalls again and they hung at her waist. She was thong-less and I laughed because she probably couldn't find them in the rush to get dressed. "What happened to your thong?" I asked as I sat down next to her. Melanie glanced down at herself and uttered an'Oops'. She giggled and playfully covered up. "I couldn't find them and when I did I just shoved them in the dishwater," she said. She looked over at me as I watched her and I think she felt a little self-conscious as I studied her. She put down the remote having found a music channel and leaned over to me. Her mouth sought mine and I kissed her. Her arms came up and she felt my chest. Our tongues slithered around each other and I could tell Melanie was turned on by the taste of her own juices as she pressed her mouth to mine. I reached my left arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. I think the feeling of being manhandled turned Melanie on as she moaned in my mouth and I could tell she was trying to suppress a giggle. I brought my right hand to her chest and I cupped her left breast and felt its warmth and size. Melanie had a beautiful body but her chest and slender body were the first things you noticed. As I played with her chest my fingers pulled down on the fabric of her pink top and freed her tits. The cool air made Melanie coo as she brought her two arms to her sides and she pushed her tits forward. Our mouths broke and I looked down at her beautiful breasts and Melanie giggled as she watched me ogle them. I smiled at her and winked and she bit her lower lip. '"Do you like them?" Melanie asked. I didn't answer because she knew better than that. Ever since she had grown up, they had been her calling card. Boys her age to men two to four times her age had ogled them as they watched her walk past them in school, on the street, or in a mall. She loved the attention she got from them and especially liked the gleam she found in her new employer's eyes. He had gone down on her and given her her very first orgasm with someone. She had plenty with her right hand and some with the new jet spray showerhead her dad had put on their shower. Melanie had her first orgasm long before she knew what an orgasm or masturbation was. Several years back, she had been watching a movie with Freddie Prinz Jr. in it and she had been hugging her pillow. As she watched, the pillow made it into her lap and as she pressed it between her legs she thought it felt funny. She didn't know what she was feeling and she was so naïve that she didn't even close the door to her room. Rubbing it between her legs became kneeling over the pillow and rocking back and forth until she rubbed herself delirious. In order to increase the pressure and pleasure, she stood the pillow on its side and doubled it over. When she rode it, the tingling was so much greater and she felt her heartbeat in her throat and her legs couldn't splay wide enough and she couldn't force herself down hard enough until she lost all control and came for the first time. She wasn't aware of herself and her panting and as she came she moaned and slipped off the pillow. She felt all creamy inside and her legs twitched and her young pussy became wet inside and outside. She lay down and watched TV on her side, enjoying the new sensation she had discovered. It was then that she had noticed her dad looking in on her. He got embarrassed when she caught him peeking in. He smiled and tried to act nonchalant to cover his uneasiness and finally walked away with a terrific hard-on as he muttered something about her needing to close her door when she was going to do that. Melanie remembered that moment like it was yesterday and though she learned to close her door; she got a thrill thinking some older man might be lingering outside her door or window while she pleasured herself. She threw away Freddie Prinz as the object of her desire, hoping to catch an older man's, like her dad, attention. Her dad was always rather standoffish since that day but she caught him checking her out from time to time. She drew great pleasure from wearing suggestive clothing and occasionally hiking up her top or her skirt when she knew he would be watching her. The new guy on her block was a wonderful substitute for her dad and he was as naughty as she hoped her dad would be with her. She let him play with her chest now as they sat in his living room. Her pussy felt all creamy inside like her first time with her pillow and left her wanting more, so much more. "Man, they are beautiful," I complimented her on them. I pulled her top clear of them and they hung deliciously on my palm and forearm. I leaned forward and kissed her again and she sunk into me again. I kneaded her young breast and enjoyed the feeling of her cool, soft flesh in my hand. Allowing her right one to fall threw my hand, I caught her nipple in my fingers and tweaked it. Melanie moaned in my mouth again and her hands and arms hugged me to her. "Have you ever had a guy slide his cock between your tits," I asked crudely. I was so turned by this young girl's hot little body and the way she was kissing and hugging back told me I could push on. "Hunh?" Melanie asked with all the innocence in the world. She looked at me for explanation and smiled. "Wow," I uttered as I was discovering just how young and naïve she was. I kissed her hard again and we frenched, Turning slightly toward her, I turned her shoulder in so we were facing each other a little more. I broke my kiss and stared into her eyes. She smiled shyly and giggled. "You ever touch a guy's cock?" I asked her and watched her eyes for her answer. Melanie giggled and brought her hand off my chest and threw her head back. Her blonde hair swung in her ponytails. She tried to look cool, but I could tell she was nervous. She nodded a 'yes' but it was a tentative 'yes'. I wondered if it was because she was nervous about my cock and me or she had never touched a cock. "Really?" I asked to try and ascertain her true answer. "Yeah," her voice broke and she added, "My boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend used to pull out it out when we were out on a date or sitting on his parent's couch with me and have me play with it." She smiled nervously and giggled as she told her story. "Really? Where were his parents?" I said as I pictured the lucky pervert sitting watching TV as he got her to tug on his hard-on. "Oh No, this was after school, they were both working," she said in an almost serious, instructional tone. She glanced down at my lap and I could tell she was gauging my hard-on. "Did you?" I asked, enjoying this wonderful little question and answer period. Melanie rolled her eyes and laughed, "oh yeah." From her tone and body gesture, she did it quite often. Her perverted little boyfriend must have gotten himself worked up around her all the time. My mind drew images of her sitting jacking him off as he watched TV. "Did you like it?" I asked and smiled. Melanie giggled at the question and her hands fell to her lap and she rubbed her palms up and down her thighs nervously. She paused and answered, "It was alright, but some times my hand would get tired." Melanie giggled as she finished and thought about her ex-boyfriend. "Wow," I said and smiled at her. I was sitting across from a beautiful young nymphet listening to her sexual exploits. My excitement was almost too much to bear but I wanted to know more. Her young breasts hung free and I reached forward and cupped them both and kneaded them as I kissed her again. Her mouth was so alive and responsive. "Did you stop?" I asked her as I broke our kiss. She giggled at my question, I think she was amused at my interest in her sexual lifestyle. She shook her head and said with a laugh, "He told me to use my other hand." We both shared a laugh and I kissed her again. "So you swapped hands until he was done?' "Well yeah," she started and hesitated to find the right words. "Well yeah what?" I asked as her pause grew. I think she didn't know how much farther to go. "I kept doing it until he came," she answered with a shy smile. She swung her head and licked her lips and I could tell our little talk was affecting her just as much and she was equally antsy. "Can you show me how you did it?" I asked and looked down at my lap. She got the hint and shook her head yes. Her hands came forward but she hesitated. "He usually had it out already," she stated as she noticed I hadn't moved to undo my pants and take my cock out. "You can take it out," I said and smiled at her. I moved a little on the couch so that when she took my pants down she could get them all the way off. "Oh ho ho," Melanie laughed and wiggled her ass forward on the couch so she was right beside my legs. Her hands moved to the front of my pants and she undid the button. She found the zipper and pulling up at the top of my pants, she pulled the zipper down. The sound of my zipper and the feeling of her small, deft hands playing in my lap had me throbbing. As I sat there and watched me, Melanie looked at my lap and what she was doing and back at me. She smirked as she did it and she reminded me of a woman opening a present she had waited her whole life for. When my zipper hit the bottom, I pushed my hips upward so she could wiggle my pants off my ass and down my thighs. I had boxers on underneath and my bulge stood prominently out for her to see. "Oh ho ho," she giggled louder this time as she admired the tent my cock was making in my boxer shorts. She tore my pants down over my thighs and brought them to my knees. She sat back as I chose to help her get my pants complete off. I tossed them onto my lounger and sat back. "My my my, what do we have here?" Melanie kidded as she stared at my bulge. She leaned down and looked at my bulge from the side and was impressed by the way it stood out in my lap. I laughed as she joked with me. She had a wonderfully perverted sense of humor that I was just starting to realize. Her hands playfully rose above my boxers and she delicately tried to unbutton the button on the front of them. She had trouble undoing the button as I had on a new pair and finally she had to wrestle it open. She played that up to and now peeked in the open slit of my drawers. She pulled the slit open and the bend in my shaft appeared. The head of my cock was pushing into the band of my shorts so she was looking at the middle of my shaft. "Wow," she giggled and pulled harder on the one side of the slit and more of my cock became visible. "Wow, what a big cock you have mister," she mocked and looked at me with a smile. All I could do was laugh, I'm not that big, 7 inches hard but I'm pretty thick. I could tell though that I probably had never been bigger or harder than I was right then. Eating Melanie out and all this sex talk had me ready to burst. Reaching for the waistband of my boxers, Melanie attempted to help me take them off. I had to pull the front of my shorts out from my body to keep from having my cock bent downward and away from my body. It sprang out as she pulled them free of my waist and stood straight up in my lap. Melanie stopped after pulling my boxers off my legs to look at it again. She smiled at me and brought her hands up to it. She hesitated and then took my cock by my shaft in her right hand. She didn't begin stroking it but instead squeezed it to gauge its hardness and pliability. I laughed as she examined it and stared at it in amazement. "What?" I asked as she held me in her right hand as her left hand cupped my balls. "Its much bigger then my boyfriends'" she said and giggled. Her hand squeezed my shaft tightly and pre-cum seeped from the little slit on top. Her hand felt wonderful but I almost began to buck my hips in order to get her hand moving. "Really? Is it the biggest one you have ever seen?" I implored. Melanie's left hand came off my balls and she took her index finger and rubbed the pre-cum around the head. The sensation and sight of this little knockout holding my cock almost made me moan. "Yeah," Melanie said almost incredulously. She switched her right hand with her left hand and she began to stroke my cock up and down. The feeling was incredible and I sunk back into the couch. I wanted quicker, faster, and harder but I wanted to enjoy this moment as long as it lasted. I wanted to see Melanie play with my cock her way before asking her to do it my way. I wanted to see what her boyfriend or boyfriends had taught her and what she would try on me first. "I've seen huge ones in movies and stuff, but this is the biggest I've touched," she intimated. The sight of Melanie staring at my cock as she gently stroked it was priceless. "How many cocks have you touched?" I asked as I brought my left hand up to rub the back of her neck. Melanie's eyes looked to the ceiling of my living room and she thought. I almost laughed as I figured if she had to think about it, it must have been quite a few. She smiled and said, " Seven, no eight." I raised my eyebrows as I thought of the eight lucky guys who had enjoyed her wonderful hands. "No, make that nine," she qualified with a giggle "Wow, a whole baseball team," I joked. My right hand came up and I covered her left hand. Moving my hand up and down, I sped up her hand on my shaft. "No," Melanie asserted, missing my joke and thinking I really thought she had jacked off a baseball team. She laughed at my joke and shook her head. "I get it nine, nine guys on a baseball team," she quipped and picked up the pace on my shaft to match my hand. "Nine, so who was your first?" I asked, intrigued about the details. "Johnny Guest," Melanie said, with a matter of fact tone. She seemed to think about it and told me how they were an item for a while and at one of the dances their school held, Johnny tried to get her to blow him. She resisted and finally she agreed to give him a hand job. She laughed that Johnny came after only two or three strokes. She said she really liked him but after that she felt he was only after her for one thing. She giggled at the notion and smiled. I think she had come to learn all guys were after one thing. It's Hard To Find Good Help "Number two?" I pressed. I took my hand off of her hand as I was satisfied with the speed of her stroking. She made a face of disgust and said, "Yikes." I thought she was saying it about having to recount all of her partners but she smiled. "He was a real piece of work," she said and made a face again. "My parents had this guy come in and paint our house. He was down on his luck, my mom said. My dad was doing him a favor. Well he came over one day when he wasn't supposed to be working. I was the only one home and I let him in because he said he needed to get some tools," Melanie said. She didn't seem upset about him but disgusted by his actions. "He couldn't find them and went all through the house. I sat on the couch and he came in and sat down next to me," she continued to tell the story. "He started telling me he thought I was beautiful and should be a model and that he'd love to take pictures of me," she added. "He was all dirty and stuff and I think he had been drinking, he takes his cock out and its all skinny and stuff and I don't think it was even hard," she went on about her ordeal. "He asked me if I wanted to touch it," she stated and grinned. "Did you want to touch it?" I kidded her and she laughed, 'No'. "He was playing with himself and begging me to touch it and then he wanted me to kiss it," she quipped. She took her hand off my cock and brought both hands up beside her to indicate 'get that away from me'. "But you said he was number two, you didn't touch it?" I asked. "Yeah, I did," she answered and smiled. 'I didn't know how else to get him away from me," she said. "You kiss it?" I asked and leaned to see her eyes. "Yeah," she answered and giggled. Her left hand was back on my cock stroking so she used her right index finger and thumb to gesture, 'a little'. "I leaned forward and kissed it and he tried to get me to suck it but I wasn't doing that, it smelled," she said, wrinkling her nose. "So then you jerked him off?" I asked. Melanie wrinkled her nose and nodded 'yes' but qualified it by adding, "Talk about a tired wrist, never jerk off a drunk guy, you'll be there for ever." "I'll keep that in mind," I joked and she giggled. "Did he leave?" I asked. "Yeah, and he never came back," she stated. "My parents ended up having to paint the house themselves," she added. "Wow," I'd ask you about number three but I'm more interested in number ten," I said and put my hand on top of her hand to get the speed back up to a pace I liked. I leaned forward to kiss her but she looked confused. "I only touched nine," she said, raising her eyebrows. She quickly realized that I was number ten. "Ooh," she giggled and she kissed me. She was a great kisser because she was a hungry kisser. She leaned into her kiss and she opened her mouth. I knew with such a passionate kiss, she'd be incredible at giving head. "So did you ever blow any of those nine cocks?," I said crudely and smiled. She smiled back at me and nodded, 'yes'. She looked unsure and I asked her, "Really?" "Yeah," she answered and still looked unsure of herself. I leaned my head sideways as if I had caught her in a lie and was going to let her change her answer if she wanted to. "Well sort of," she giggled. She stroked my cock and smiled at me shyly. "I've kissed a few, if that counts?" she asked. "Sort of" I quipped. I leaned back and told her, "It's easy, come on, I'll show you." I brought my hand up to her shoulder again and she leaned forward. Her eyes looked to me as she dropped her mouth towards my cock. I smiled at her and she giggled. "Give it a little kiss first," I asked and watched as she pursed her lips. She looked angelic with her lovely lips on the head of cock. She purposefully exaggerated the kissing and repeatedly kissed around the head of my cock. She sat up and I noticed some of my pre-cum had wet her lips. She licked it off and I watched as she smiled and looked back down at my cock. "Now take the head in your mouth," I told her and she bent forward and wrapped her lovely lips around the head of my cock and I felt her tongue swirl on my cock. I rubbed the middle of her back and told her, "That's it." Melanie smiled up at me with my cock in her mouth and she sucked hard on the head. I brought my right hand up to my cock and stroked it and told her to jack me off while she sucked. She took my cock in her right hand as I took mine away and slowly began pumping it up and down. I groaned a little as her hand and mouth were working their magic on my engorged cock. Being bent over on the couch must have got uncomfortable for Melanie because she moved from her seated position to her knees. I enjoyed the wonderful view of this topless beauty bent over in my lap sucking my cock. I moved my left hand from her back to her right breast. Cupping her breast, I kneaded and tugged on her engorged nipple. Below me, Melanie giggled as she felt my fingers. Her giggle caused her to drool on my cock head and she leaned back laughing. "Oops," she said and looked up at me. I grinned at her and told her to suck me without using her hand. She looked befuddled at first but I showed her. "Now just bob up and down on it with your mouth," I told her as she propped herself up with her hands beside me on the couch. Melanie looked up at me as she restarted and I gave her the thumbs up sign. Melanie's mouth was warm and because it was small, it was wonderfully tight. She slid a couple inches down on my shaft then came back up. She probably could go lower but I think she was trying to get a comfortable rhythm. "That's it, yeah," I assured her. I switched my hand onto her left breast and found her nipple already hardened. "Oh god that's great, slid your mouth down as far as you can go and than slide back to the top," I urged her. She giggled and tried to go lower but almost gagged herself. She backed off and in doing so lost my cock and it popped out of her mouth. It was a slurpy pop and she giggled at its odd sound and the fact my hard cock fell to my belly with a smack. "Sorry," Melanie laughed and reaching down grabbed hold of my cock with her right hand. She moved to put it in her mouth but hesitated as she caught her breath. She smiled up at me and put it back in her mouth. She proceeded to bob up and down on my cock and wet my cock with her warm saliva. 'Yeah, suck it hard as you bob up and down," I told her. I alternated my hands on her breasts as she sucked and I could tell she liked being touched and having her tits caressed. I looked at her overalls and they were slipping off her waist and I could see her tight belly and the top of her mound. "Let's try this," I told her, "Just hold your mouth right there." I stopped her at the top of one of her slides and she had just the head of my cock in her mouth. Sideways she looked at me with my cock in her mouth for my next instruction. The sight of her with my cock head in her mouth was awesome and I smiled down at her. "Now I'm going to just buck my hips upward at her mouth," I said and began to raise my hips. I bucked my hips up and down and watched as Melanie held me in her mouth and allowed me to fuck her mouth. I started off slow and moved about two inches or so upward before falling back. "That's it, suck on it," I said as I rocked up and down from the couch. Melanie was drooling on my cock as she was learning how to control her saliva and wasn't having much luck. The wetness made my cock slide easily in her mouth and seeing this little blonde suck my dick was getting me off. My cock moving in and out of her mouth was causing her cheeks to bulge and hollow with every stroke. "Now you're getting the hang of it," I told her, as she seemed to be matching my speed. I smiled at her and she giggled on my cock. The sight of her was driving me crazy with lust so I began to speed up my bucking. I also began to push my hard cock a little deeper with each stroke. Melanie's face was getting a little red as she strained to keep up with me. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock involuntarily as her mouth sucked on me and followed my bucking. "Yeahha, Now you're doing it," I assured her and as I bucked up she had to pull her head upward or choke on my cock. Even as she raised her head she gagged a little as my cock forced its way into her throat. Melanie was a trooper though and sucked as I bucked. Her mouth omitted a wet, sloppy song that was heaven to my ears. After about ten good hard up strokes, I noticed Melanie's right eye tearing up and slowed down my thrusting. Playfully, I slowed my strokes like the slowing of a carnival ride. I had started out slow, got her comfortable and then the ride went full speed until the rider didn't think she could handle it anymore and then the ride was over. The ride slowed until it came to a complete halt. My cock popped from her mouth and pointed right at her forehead. Melanie smiled at it and her eyes went cross-eyed as she stared up at it. "How'd you like that?" I asked with a smile. My cock was almost ready to burst but I was holding it off as I taught her how to suck dick. A big sacrifice on my part that I was sure would pay off in the long run. Melanie leaned back on her haunches and giggled. She used the back of her left hand to wipe off the drool from her chin. She was laughing as she told me it felt weird as my cock slipped in and out of her mouth. She said a friend told her to be careful not to use her teeth so you don't injure the guy. She said she was trying hard to hold her mouth open wide and it made her drool. "I was trying to make my mouth like a tube and I couldn't stop my saliva from dripping out of my mouth," she said. I laughed with her and at her frankness. I was glad her friend had spread the word and silently thanked her. The 'tube' comment made my cock throb and my mind reeled with her naughtiness. I wanted to play all day in her wonderful mouth but I also wanted to feel her velvety pussy lips sliding up and down my cock. I motioned for her to stand and she did pensively as she tried to understand my cocked finger urging her up onto the couch and across my lap. She did so with a few giggles and a flip of her wonderful hair. She straddled my legs and her wonderful little honey pot hung inches above my hard on. I brought my hands around her and I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her down on me. Melanie smiled shyly and let out an "Ooh' as her mound and lips rubbed along the length of my shaft. I didn't insert my cock but instead sort of wet humped her. My cock rubbed along her slit and on each stroke or slide my warm cock rubbed against her clit and made her moan. Her pussy was responsive and I felt her wet folds moisten my member almost begging for me to split her. "Oh fuck," Melanie moaned hard in my ear as she ground her hips against my pelvis and hard cock. I wanted to fuck her but I wanted her to put it in. 'Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned as she felt small waves of tingling shiver up her spine. She laid her head on my shoulder and I heard her moan lightly in my ear, "I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me," I grinned as I felt her body melt into mine and she brought her arms around my shoulders. I kissed her warm neck and held her pelvis and ass cheeks tightly against my lap and wiggled her hips. "Oh yeah, fuck me, put your cock inside me," she pleaded as she undulated her hips against mine. I took my right hand off her ass cheek and brought it up to her shoulder. Pulling her arm from around my neck, I grabbed her hand and pushed it between our stomachs. Melanie took her head off my shoulder and looked me dreamily in the eye and she knew then what I wanted her to do. She smiled and bit her lip and easing her hips back off me she grabbed my cock. She stroked it a couple of times and winked at me and lifted her pelvis. I watched as she poised my stiff cock below her young, tight pussy and slowly lowered herself on me. Melanie's eyes closed and she opened her mouth to let out a gasp and rebit her lip. She was silent as my cock disappeared slowly into her juice quim and was consumed by her moist lips. She felt heavenly tight and warm and I could sit there like this for ours basking in Melanie's radiance but she was driving the boat now and I watched as she slowly went from a delicate flower opening up to me and my cock to a raging nympho who couldn't bounce high enough or wiggle her hips hard enough to enjoy the pleasure of the hard cock in her pussy. Her pelvis rubbed hard against mine and I could tell Melanie was trying to maximize the friction she was feeling against her clit. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned almost painfully. Her eyes were slits and I couldn't really tell if she was looking out of them or she just couldn't keep them closed. "Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned and I responded by grabbing hold of her wistful waist and thrusting up inside her as she wiggled and thrashed on my lap. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded and I could tell she was building up to cumming. She didn't even get to finish her wailing moan of "I'm cumming" when she started. She ground herself against me as hard as she could for a few frantic seconds and then with her chest heaving, she fastened on to my body like she'd never let me go and stopped moving altogether except for a few spasms and the tightening and releasing of her vaginal muscles on my cock. She felt incredible on me and her once tight and hard body melted against me and she felt like a wet rag doll. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her on the mouth and she responded by sticking her tongue in my mouth and trembling slightly. Melanie fell to the couch beside me as I moved to get up and she looked at me as we broke our kiss. I didn't get up but merely slipped myself out from under her so that she was lying beside me. My cock was standing at attention and Melanie spotted it and smiled. I think she thought I might have gotten off with her but now she could see I hadn't. Without words, I coaxed her to my cock with my left hand cupping her head. She went willing and almost enthusiastically as she mouthed my mushroom head and sucked for all she was worth. Her juices were all over my throbbing member and she eagerly lapped them up. Nothing is a more beautiful sight then to a gorgeous lady licking at your hard on like she is working an ice cream cone. Melanie did so and winked at me as she ran her pink tongue along my shaft. It was my turn to curse and moan, as I said, "Fuck that feels good." Melanie giggled and went back to licking as her small left hand held my cock to her tongue. She teased my cock head and the shaft as she pointed her tongue and flattened it for effect. She seemed generally interested in how it felt and her eyes watched mine for reaction. I smiled and winked at her and told her she was a 'natural', which got a giggle out of her and flip of her hair. I asked her if she could make the 'tube' again and she smiled. Sitting up slightly she opened her mouth wide and took the first couple inches of my cock in her mouth. Moving her mouth up and down, she let her tongue run along my cock in her mouth. "Yeah, that's it," I told her and moved her hair away from her face so I could watch her work. She smiled as she noticed me watching her and giggled as my hand moved from her hair to her right nipple. I tugged on it as she sucked and her mouth omitted little wet sounds. I moved my fingers to her left tit and I pinched and tweaked her left nipple. Melanie stopped sucking for a brief second to come up for air and let me know her ex-boyfriend liked to play with her nipples too. I asked her if she liked it and she said she didn't mind. She said her nipples weren't very sensitive except for about a couple days of the month. She said then she liked them touched a lot. I laughed and said she'd have to let me know when that was. Melanie winked and said, "Maybe I will." She dropped her mouth back on my cock and renewed her sucking and she seemed to be trying to force herself deeper with each stroke. I watched as she worked her mouth a couple of inches further after about twenty strokes. She was finding it harder and hard to keep from gagging and she needed to get more air on her upstroke. I moved my hand from her nipple to her ass and squeezed her tight flesh there. Melanie moaned at my kneading and kept on sucking. I brought my right hand to the top of her head and as she slowly dropped her mouth down, I helped her go lower, taking more of my cock in her mouth and throat. After two or three strokes, she came up for air again and told me that she liked doing it and said she could handle me deeper but it was hard when it moved back in forth in her throat. She said the ridge of the head of my cock tickled the back of her tongue when it went back and forth. "So when it is always in, that's no problem?" I asked and winked. Melanie shook her head 'yes'. She was explaining everything so earnestly that I had to laugh. "Well yeah," she answered and pointed at her tongue in the back of her open mouth. I looked where she was pointing but really was only thinking about how she said she could handle me all the way down. "Show me," I said and nodded to my cock. Melanie smiled and moved her mouth to my cock. She felt compelled to show me and she slid her mouth down my cock and it bulged. She let out a gasp and pop as her mouth released some trapped air. She was making a good honest try as my cock buried itself deep in her throat. She stopped about an inch and a half short of the base of my cock and pulled off. "See I can get you all the way down but if you are going back and forth, it makes it hard to keep from gagging as your cock rubs the back of my tongue and mouth," she said, holding her throat. She seemed impressed by her ability and wiped away a tear from right eye with the side of her hand I smiled and told her she had got almost all of my cock in and she grinned. I took my index finger and thumb and showed her the distance she needed to cover to really deep throat. She looked at me shocked and grinned. "Not-hunh," she protested and I nodded my head that it was true. "You are about this far from going all the way down," I told her and frowned in mock disappointment. To Melanie is seemed to be a challenge to her and she looked at me in disbelief. She sensed I wasn't lying and said she'd do it again to prove it. I laughed and said, I was watching and I could see she was a little short of her mark. I told her to take her fingers and hold the base so if her mouth did hit her fingers she was almost there. She looked at me and smiled as if it was a good idea and wrapped her fingers around the shaft at the bottom so that her thumb and index finger formed a ring. "I'll show you," she playfully boasted and opened her mouth real wide. She slipped her mouth on my cock and started the agonizingly awesome slow dissent onto my cock. She covered the first five inches easily and began to meet resistance at about 5 1/2 inches. I noticed her finger and thumb slip upward towards her mouth and a rivulet of saliva wet her knuckle. "Don't cheat," I joked, enjoying her little personal challenge. She knew what I meant as I watched her slide the ring she had formed back down to the base. She wasn't getting any further and she had to come up for air. She laughed as she swallowed some of the extra saliva in her mouth and caught her breath. She still seemed determined but I think she wondered how she could get that extra inch. "God it so hard to get that last inch," she quipped with a smile and swallowed. She still had her hand on my cock and the little angel stared at it as if it was riddle and she could figure it out. "Maybe if I tried another way," she thought out loud. "Maybe," I joked. I was enthralled by her earnest attempt to deep throat me. My ex-wife would never have invested this much time into sex period let alone the ultimate BJ.