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The House Guest Ch. 01

By: TellMeATale2013



(A note to the reader. If you used "tags" to find this story, let me assure you that each will come into play during the course of the story.) 

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Chapter One: "You Didn't Do Anything Wrong" 

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

I spat a mouthful of orange juice all over myself and the breakfast table at her question. I looked quickly to the hallway, where my oblivious wife was busying herself with preparing to leave for the day.

I leaped up, retrieving a hand towel and wiping at the yellow stain on my dress shirt and slacks as I growled in a low whisper, "What the hell kind of question--"

"I see how you look at me."

As if it had been some sort of command, my eyes fell to Ally's wonderful form. She was a sexy, young woman, with a wild head of red framing the flawless, fair skinned face of a make up model; firm, gravity-defying "c" cup breasts sporting large, ever-hard nipples; a dramatic hour glass figure that included a flat belly and wide, rounded hips; and a pear-shaped ass leading to long, athletic legs that all men who'd ever seen them -- including myself -- surely dreamed of having wrapped around their lower body as they pounded hard and deep into the heavenly hole between them.

She was, in a word, a goddess. 

And as I heard my daughter -- Ally's classmate and friend -- bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen, I reminded myself of what else this goddess was: a half-my-age teenage high schooler.

Beth stopped just inside the kitchen, shifting her gaze from me to Ally and back, asking, "Whatcha talking about."

"Nothing." My answer was quick and decisive and full of guilt, despite the fact that I hadn't said or done anything that I needed to feel guilty about. Of course, I HAD done something for which I PROBABLY should have felt guilty: I'd ogled Ally repeatedly over the three days that she'd been staying with us, culminating in fucking my wife last night with the energy and determination I hadn't had in ... well, a while. 

Afterwards, as Lori and I both laid there gasping for air after our multiple orgasms, I was sure she knew I'd been fantasizing about the young, scantily clad beauty with whom her daughter had begged to have an extended 'sleep over'.

But Lori' hadn't said a thing, either out of concern for my answer or apathy about what drove me to be the animal I'd been. She'd only cuddled up next to me, told me I was magnificent, and drifted off for the most sound sleep she'd probably had in quite a while.

As Ally and Beth began ranting on about their plans for the day, I wiped the orange juice from the table, thankful that I didn't have to explain it to my daughter.

"We're gonna be late!" my wife called from the hall.

"Your dad's gonna give me a ride to the mall this morning."

I stood tall at the second shock of the morning. "I'm what...?"

"I'm not ready, and you're going to be late to class," Ally continued, ignoring both my shock and question. "We'll catch up at the coffee shop after last period."

Before I could even consider a response, Beth lunged at me, kissing my cheek, telling me thanks for playing chauffeur, and hollering after her mom, "Meet you at the car! Forgot my phone!"

My daughter rushed off up the stairs again, leaving me staring at her devilishly smirking friend.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Getting you alone," she answered, not nearly as much a whisper as I'd wished it had been when...

I leaped at the feel of a hand on my ass, spinning to see my wife smiling to me.

"Dinner with the Pauls tonight. Don't forget. And after..." 

Again I leaped as I felt her hand cup my groin. She pulled her hand back, wiggling her now sticky fingers.

"Orange juice!" I said quickly, my mind still wracked with illogical guilt. "I spilled my orange juice."

She went to the sink and washed her hands. She repeated, "The Pauls...?"

"Yeah, yeah. The guy with the snow mobiles and the 2013 Jag'."

Lori chuckled, kissed me, then leaned left to look at Ally. "Boys and their toys?"

She turned and hurried for the front door, calling for Beth to hurry.

Behind me -- in that same 'I don't care if they hear me' volume -- Ally said, "Do you need a new toy, Greg? Do you need ME to be your new toy?"

I didn't turn to look at her. Instead, I just continued staring down the main hall, watching Lori getting into her car. A moment later, Beth shot down the hall and out the door, flinging it shut behind her with a cheery, "Bye, Dad!"

A long moment passed in silence. I wasn't sure how to proceed. I was a married man alone with a young, sexy woman who I wanted to fuck, who knew that I wanted to fuck her and had no qualms over teasing me about it. 

To make matters worse, my slacks were being pushed straight out before me by a rock solid erection that had snaked its way out of the fly of my boxers. My lust for Ally was about as definite as it could be, whether I wanted to deny it or not.

"You didn't answer my question."

A chill ran up my spine, and goose pimples covered my skin. I contemplated a moment, then half turned -- hiding my raging hard-on -- and lied, "No, I don't want to fuck you."

"You mean you want to fuck me, but you won't. Because you're married. Or ... because I'm your daughter's best friend ... your daughter's eighteen year old friend."

I answered her by turning away and heading for my bedroom. "I need clean clothes. Get your stuff together and I'll get you to the mall, or to where every you can find boys who need toys."

I laid out a fresh set of clothes on the bed and, as I began stripping the stained clothes sticking to my skin, I chuckled to myself. I hadn't had a woman -- let alone a teenage GIRL -- tease with me like that in almost two decades. Now, away from Ally and with Lori and Beth out of earshot, I found it a great deal more comical and almost complimentary than when I'd thought the conversation was going to be overheard, leading my wife to ask if we still had that lawyer on retainer.

My moment of levity was cut short, though, when the bedroom door opened and Ally -- now nude -- entered the room with a smile.

"My God..."

I had spoken the words without even realizing I'd parted my lips. As I'd believed, she truly was a goddess. There was nothing about her that wasn't perfect; even her curly red bush was trimmed neatly -- not shaven clean away -- like I'd so often begged my wife to do, back when we were more regularly having sex with one another.

"Beth said you kept in shape," Ally said, she now being the one doing the ogling. "But she didn't say you were a rock hard babe."

I wasn't, of course. I had a bit of what my wife liked to call 'winter insulation' covering much of my torso. But daily exercise and a membership on an adult City League basketball team had kept my physique in almost the same shape that had driven the girls in high school nuts, prior to my knocking up my wife and bringing about the true adult portion of my life. 

Again, without realizing I'd opened my mouth, I responded, "Thank you."

THANK YOU?? my brain screamed! You're a married man with a semi-erect dick hardening quickly, aching to be deep inside the naked teenage girl coming to you, and you're saying 'Thank you'...? What the fuck are you doing?

I couldn't, I knew. I couldn't do anything. It was just wrong, and on so many different levels. Yet, as she continued forward, stepping up to within just inches of me, taking hold of the waist band of my boxers, pulling them off my hips and -- as she lowered before me -- down my legs to encircle my ankles...

"Ally, I can't," I finally got out. "I can't do this."

"You aren't."

I looked down at her, as her eyes lifted to meet mine, and one hand grasped the shaft of my solid-again erection.

"You aren't," she repeated, reaching her other hand to my belly and gently pushing me back to sit on the bed. She clarified, "I am. I am doing this."

I knew what she meant. SHE was seducing ME, not the other way around. But, I was the adult -- the 'married with children' adult -- and I should have been the one to stop this.

But...

I didn't.

Ally pushed my thighs open and inched forward to between them. Then, she put her full attention on my erection, not looking up again until it was all over.

It was the best blow job I'd ever had, which was saying a lot considering how many kinky, experimental lovers I'd had before I got married. Ally had stroked me a few times, then leaned down to lick, kiss, and take in the tip of my penis. Then, lowering and raising her head a dozen or so times, she took my entire shaft into her mouth, the first 'deep throat' I'd ever had.

The feeling of being totally enveloped by her warm, wet lips and mouth was simply magical, and it wasn't long before my moans of pleasure gave way to groans of anticipation, followed by my warning her, "God al-fucking-mighty ... fuck, Ally, I'm gonna cum ... oh god, I'm gonna cum... "

She lifted from me, replacing her mouth with long, firm strokes. "Not yet. I want this to last."

"Too late!" There was no stopping. I was passed the point of no return, and I could feel the explosion welling in my groin.

She knew what was coming. She quickly took half of my length back into her mouth and pumped me rapidly with one hand.

With a loud groan, I erupted, firing round after round of thick, salty cum into her mouth. My body exploded with pleasure and my mind swam in euphoria; I don't remember even doing it, but as I was overwhelmed by the orgasm, I slowly fell back to the bed, eyes closed, fingers laced in Ally's thick red curls, holding her in place as she continued to pump me for every drop I was willing to give up.

I don't know how long I simply laid there, my body and brain not mine to control. When my ability to think finally returned, my mind went quickly through stages: 'My god that was the most incredible...'; 'Fuck, you just cheated on your wife...'; "Jesus Christ, she's fucking EIGHTEEN years old'; and finally back to 'My god ... that was ... incredible."

Ally had continued to pump my cock, lapping up every drop, before finally standing and backing away from the bed. I knew she'd stopped, but I was still basking in the pleasure; I don't know how much time passed before I opened my eyes and realized that Ally wasn't even in the room with me anymore.

I sat up, asking for her. She didn't answer. I snatched my robe from the changing chair, threw it on, and -- after checking the driveway to ensure we didn't have unexpected visitors -- hurried down the stairs to the living room, the kitchen, and finally the door of my daughter's bedroom.

Ally had already donned a tiny skirt and was pulling a tight, cropped tee shirt down over those amazing tits. She smiled broadly to me, asking, "Did you enjoy that?"

I laughed suddenly, amazed that she even had to ask. Then, with an obviously disappointed tone to my question, I asked, "Where are you going? I thought--"

"I have to be at work by nine."

"But I thought..."

I didn't finish the sentence. It wasn't necessary.

"That we were going to fuck...?"

I hesitated before simply nodding.

She stepped into a pair of modest open toed heels and walked up to me. "You didn't do anything wrong."

I stared down into her eyes, oblivious.

"You didn't do anything wrong. This..." She parted my robe and played her fingers in the curly hairs of my chest. "I did this. You have nothing to be guilty about for this. But, if we fuck ... you will."

"You sucked my cock," I said, using the harshest tone and words I could for the most amazing event of my sexual life. "I can't see me NOT feeling guilty for not stopping that."

She moved against me, stepped to her tippy toes, kissed my cheek, and said, "You couldn't have stopped me."

She curled around me heading out of the room.

I thought about the way she'd said that. Had she done this to men before, married men even? I wanted to know, but at the same time, I didn't. I wanted to think that I was the only man -- married or not -- whose dick she taken deep into her mouth in such an amazing way. 

But I knew that wasn't true. You didn't deep throat a man to orgasm and swallow his load with the skill she had unless you'd been practicing on another dick somewhere.

"Ally, wait!"

She stopped at the head of the stairs, half turning and presenting that unbelievable figure to me. I ogled her for a moment before asking, "So ... what now? I mean ... are we gonna ... you know, again?"

She smiled. "I don't know. Ask me tonight."

"Tonight?"

Her smile widened even farther as she reminded me, "I'm staying here until my folks get back from Europe, and they don't get back for three more days."

I hadn't even considered that. And now that I knew it, a wide smile replaced my concerned expression.

As she descended the stair case, I called down to her, "Wait! I thought I was giving you a ride to the mall."

"The bus passes by a block from here ever twenty minutes. I'll catch one."

I was running out of ways to keep her here or, at least, keep her near me. It was looking like the morning's pleasure was definitely done and gone with no chances of additional orgasms for either of us.

'Either of us', I thought. She'd sucked me to orgasm, but from what she was saying, it didn't appear as if I'd be seeing her screaming in ecstasy. She seemed intent on preserving my vows of faithfulness to my wife, even if I was ready and willing to throw them out the window to get deep inside that young pussy.

And then, as if she'd heard my mind wishing to see her screaming in ecstasy, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and said, "I have a girlfriend. You can watch us if you want."

And almost before my mind could even imagine what Ally was offering, she was gone.

Coming Soon:

Chapter Two: "This is SO much more than just wrong!"

The House Guest Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Web Cam

(Note: Originally, this Chapter was to be called "This is SO much more than just wrong. Ignore that; you haven't missed a chapter.) 

"What the hell's wrong with you?"

I didn't hear Vic's question and only realized he was there when he rapped a fist on my desk.

I quickly clicked the mouse button, minimizing the muted video playing before me. With the guilty tone of a caught man, I asked, "What? What's wrong?"

"Everything, apparently." 

I checked the hall outside my office for other co-workers but saw none. Vic caught the gesture and must have sensed this was something I didn't want anyone but my good friend knowing, if even him. He went to the door and closed it, then sat in the chair across from my desk and asked, "What the fuck?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "What?"

"You were an hour late for work. You blew off the staff meeting, which DIDN'T go unnoticed, by the way. And for most of the past three hours you've been staring at your computer screen, but none of the reports that you are SUPPOSED to be routing to me for review are getting to me."

He looked back to the hallway again, then said a bit quieter, "That means that either my duties have been shifted to someone else, which would mean they're gonna fire me, WHICH would be JUST fine with me because I have a hell of a severance package waiting with my last paycheck. Or..."

He waited for me to fill in the next sentence. I honestly had no idea of how to respond. Vic was my good friend, and I trusted that anything I told him would stay between the two of us. But ... this was just mind blowing. What had happened this morning, and what Ally had offered me for a later date, were simply life changing events. And I had never once in my life had a LIFE CHANGING EVENT occur to me.

"It's nothing. Really."

"Greg, c'mon. I'm your friend. Is it trouble with Lori? You and the Missus not jiving anymore, 'cause it happens."

"No. It's not that. Really, it's nothing I want to talk about."

"Beth's messing around with the wrong boys...? Do you want me to go knock some heads?" He punched a fist into an open palm as he bared his teeth in a comically fierce expression.

"Really, Vic. It's ... personal."

He stared at me for a moment, then said with a sincere tone, "Greg, c'mon. I'm your friend. If I can't help you with your problems, what good am I? You helped me with that chick in Receiving, remember. And my car. Hell, you made a payment for me so I wouldn't lose it to the bank."

Vic was right. I'd been there anytime he'd needed me, and -- due to my until-this-morning unusually ordinary life -- he'd never had to bail me out of a situation or give me advice ... or make a three thousand dollar car payment that had only been half paid back, I suddenly remembered.

But this? Could I share this with Vic. Why not? I mean, it was just a blow job. Maybe I was blowing it out of proportion. I mean, men cheated on their wives all the time; women cheated on their husbands all the time. Hell, I knew a woman in the office with a husband and a girl friend, and she was cheating on BOTH of them with the married couple who owned the coffee shop down stairs!

"My teenage daughter's sleep over friend deep-throated me this morning," I was saying almost before I knew it, "and now she wants me to watch her have sex with her girlfriend."

For a long moment, Vic just stared at me. Suddenly, he erupted in raucous laughter, slapping the desk so hard that my pencil jar leaped and almost fell over. 

I looked to the hall again and found several of what Vic called the 'slaves' looking up from their monitors or thick files. I felt my face flush with red and smiled, giving them a dismissive 'all's fine' wave that sent them, one at a time, back to their work.

"Oh ... my ... god!" he managed between continuing laughs. "That's a good one, Greggy. I mean it. If you ever wanted something that would tell me 'I don't wanna talk about it', that was the one."

He continued laughing for a long moment, tears beginning to trail down his cheeks. His laughter began to fade as he realized that I was not laughing with him. He checked the door and then leaned over my desk closer to me and asked with total shock, "You're kidding right? Pulling me leg? This ... this didn't really happen ... did it?"

Again, I checked my co-workers, finding them all absorbed with their own work, then gestured him around to my side of the desk. He didn't waste time, turning and scooting the rolling chair around until it collided with mine. I handed him a Blue Tooth head set, turned the volume back on, and clicked the video icon.

"Oh, god," he murmured. "Oh my fucking god."

Ally's image was frozen on the computer, staring directly into the camera she'd used to record the video. She was in a deep, thick cushioned chair, naked with her hands in her crotch.

"Is that her?"

I answered him by clicking replay, then scooting my chair away to let him move directly in front of the monitor. "I'm going to go refill my coffee cup. I'll ... ACCIDENTALLY lock the door behind me."

I don't think Vic even heard me, not because he had the headset on but because his full attention was on Ally. I exited my office, clicking the lock behind me and casually closing the door behind me. I chatted for a moment with my Assistant, telling her that Vic needed to review a new Corporate Training video in private and asking her to divert my calls to my cell.

I gave one last look to Vic, who was totally entranced and wouldn't have felt a 9 magnitude earthquake, and headed for the Employees Lounge, to try to decide what the hell I was going to do about Ally...

ON THE COMPUTER

Ally's face filled the screen, smiling as she said, "This is for you, Greg. Don't show it to your friends, okay?"

She smiled, then giggled. "No, that's okay. Show it to your friends if you want. Just don't share a copy with anyone, or ... well, you might miss out on bigger and better things in the future, right?"

She stood, revealing that she was wearing only a black lacy bra and a tiny red thong. She stepped back, struck a pose, turned this way and that, then asked, "Like?"

She stepped out of the camera range for a moment, and suddenly the image was shifting all about. It became obvious after a moment that she was moving the laptop that held the web cam. The image finally settled on a big chair, a deeply padded recliner with its share of rips and patches. The camera adjusted once again, centering the chair, before Ally stepped into view again.

"I hope you enjoy this, Greg."

Ally reached to her back and popped the bra loose. It sprung forward, and she let it drop to the floor, revealing those young, firm breasts. She posed a bit more, turning left and right to profile her swollen nipples, then turned her back to the camera and -- teasingly, while looking back to the viewer -- began stripping the thong off her hips, over her round buttocks, and past her thighs. She didn't let the panties fall but instead bent over slowly, guiding them downward. As she did so, the folds of her pussy presented themselves; and as the thong encircled her ankles, her already swollen clit was poking out for me -- or in this case Vic -- to gawk at with a fully hardened cock.

Ally returned to height and turned to the camera again, posing again for her viewer's -- or viewers' -- pleasure. She backed up, sitting in the deep, soft cushions. She kicked the foot rest up and wiggled about until she was comfortable. Then, with her gaze set firmly upon the camera, as if performing live for a lover, she started the show.

Ally caressed her hands slowly all over her body, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and playing her fingers over the little trimmed patch of red at the meeting of her still closed thighs. 

"Are you hot, Greg?" she purred, beginning to slip her long fingers in between her thighs. She smiled devilishly. She chuckled, asking, "You aren't done already, are you?"

She lifted the soles of her feet to the foot rest and let her legs fall open., revealing her pussy. It was simply beautiful, glistening wet folds of pink, with an almost red, greatly swollen clit peeping out at the top, eager to be touched. 

Ally began playing the fingertips of one hand over her clit, moving it left and right, up and down, while the other hand reached for a remote and zoomed in the camera. The lap top had been positioned perfectly -- I suspected this wasn't Ally's first turn at this -- so when she'd finished zooming in, the shot of her pussy was as close and clear as if the viewer was sitting between her thighs, waiting to get a taste of her.

There was another tattoo here, on Ally's inner thigh just an inch from her wetness, of a cartoonish-looking, female devil. Just as Ally was now, the devil was masturbating, a fairly realistic look of joy in her face. And just as with the tat' of the bunnies fucking on her breast, there were little curvy lines indicating rapid motion of the devil's hands and reacting body.

With the fingers of one hand, she was parting her glistening labia, and with the fingers of the other, she was rapidly manipulating her clit in a rapid circle, occasionally dipping them into her pussy to wet them. 

One of her hands disappeared for a moment, and a moment later the camera zoomed back out until she was again visible from head to toe. She repositioned herself a bit, to ensure her pussy and the work there was very visible, then returned both hands to pleasuring herself.

Her touch was beginning to affect her, obviously. Her chest was beginning to rise and fall with deepening sighs; her tongue flashed out often to wet her drying lips, while other times her teeth bit down on her bottom lip; and her hips were beginning to rock up and down to meet the now-repetitious, circling manipulations of her sensitive clit.

"My god ... Greg ..." she murmured. "My god..."

She moaned deeply several times, her head beginning to rock about; she was trying to keep her gaze on the laptop -- to see herself and to 'see' the viewer -- but the sensations beginning to invade her entire being were beginning to take control from her.

"I should have ... fucked you," she said, the excitement making it hard for her to speak. "Oh god...! I should have ... fucked you."

Ally's entire body was reacting to the pleasure her finger tips were giving that little button of flesh. The recliner was squeaking like an old Ford on a pot hole filled road, and her moans and groans were becoming cries that were getting louder, quicker, and sharper.

As her orgasm approached, her feet pressed hard against the foot rest, lifting her buttocks into the air. Her hips shifted up and down dramatically, causing the old chair's metal springs to squeal and squeak as if they were about to come apart.

"MY GOD ... GREG!" she practically screamed. "FUCK ME!"

Suddenly, her body stiffened and the sounds coming from both her and the chair both ceased almost simultaneously. The rapid motion at her clit ceased, and her back arched even more, causing her raised groin to almost block the camera's view of her face. Her head was lulled to one side, with her mouth wide open as if in the shock of a person thrown into a cold swimming pool. 

The orgasm exploded through her, seizing control of her. Her entire body began to tremble, and the chair below her sounded like it to was in seizures as the metal springing gave off little sharp squeaks that came so fast they couldn't have been counted aloud.

Suddenly, she shouted, "FUCK!" and fell into the chair. She quickly returned to waggling her clit rapidly, trying to extend her climax. She looked like she was in an aerobics class, with her back arching and head falling back, then hunching forward to look down at her pussy -- and sometimes the camera -- to get an eyeful of what was happening down below.

She cried out again and again as the pleasure waved through her body repeatedly. Finally, she sunk the finger tips of one hand into her pussy and the pressed the finger tips of the other over her pussy and relaxed back into the chair, enjoying the euphoria that had enveloped her.

Ally laid there in the chair for a minute or two, sometimes with eyes closed and a satisfied look on her face, sometimes looking into the camera and trying to manage that devilish smile she'd worn at the beginning of the video. 

Finally, she struggled up outright, let the foot rest down, and moved so close to the camera that her face filled the screen. Still panting deeply, she whispered, "If this is Greg, I'll see you tonight ... with my girlfriend. If this isn't Greg--" She smiled broadly, then blew a kiss. "Don't you wish?"

She pulled back, and the image faded to black as Ally closed the lap top.

Vic sat back in his chair, realized that I was standing just inside the office door watching him, and gave a shocked laugh. "Oh my fucking god!"

I gestured his quiet and tapped my cheek near my ear, reminding him of the headset that was partially muting his hearing.

He pulled the device off and tossed it onto the desk, sitting back in his chair to stair at the ceiling for a moment. Then, with a knowing smile on his face, he looked directly at me and said, "You WILL meet with this girl again. You WILL watch her have sex with her girlfriend. And you WILL try to fuck her."

I hesitated, then smiled. Quietly -- knowing that I was close to the door and more easily heard by those on the outside -- I said, "Yeah. I guess that's the right thing to do, isn't it?"