0 comments/ 50593 views/ 3 favorites Melanie By: pjstewart50 I haven't had but three lesbian encounters in my life. I don't consider myself a lesbian. I don't consider myself bisexual. But I have to admit that the three times I've been with a woman were very hot. The first two times occurred very early in my life. The first was a teenage experiment and was quite informative and satisfying. The second was a mid twenties rebellious event. The third happened about six months ago. I am not a youngster anymore. However, whenever I think of this woman, Melanie, it still makes me hot. I have enjoyed a wonderful friendship for more than two decades with Jonathan. His partner, Karl, is a very high profile, wealthy man. He travels frequently. When Karl is away, Jonathan kindly invites me to accompany him to various places. Jon and I have always enjoyed one another's company and also enjoy many of the same pastimes. Last June, Jon invited me out for drinks and dinner. He and Karl lived in an elegant penthouse in the Turtle Creek area, and they were regular customers at most of the VIP spots around the city. On this evening, Jon took me to one of the finest restaurants around, located in a five star hotel. Whenever we ate here, we saw at least a local celebrity, sometimes a national, and sometimes an international one. Although never starstruck, certainly not a starfucker, I wondered on entering the restaurant if we'd see anyone tonight. Thursdays were not particularly crowded evenings here and, because of this, we didn't feel rushed and decided to slowly enjoy our drinks before ordering dinner. We were seated near a foursome, and a few minutes after this I realized that one of the two women at the table was a local somebody. She was married to an obscenely wealthy older man, who was still vibrant and elegant, and she was renowned for her philanthropic activities. She was gorgeous, mid-thirties. I'd seen photos of her, but never seen her in the flesh. And what a flesh it was. Because of the warm weather, I suppose, she was attired in a lovely, skimpy slip dress. It was a beautiful shade of blue, near the color of her eyes. Her polished blond hair, de rigueur in Texas society, was swept up in a flattering chignon. What directed my attention to her was her musical laughter. It reminded me of soothing temple bells. After our second cocktail, I headed to the ladies' room. As I emerged from the posh stall, Melanie, Miss Socialite, was standing in front of the large wall of mirrors applying lipstick. I stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked back, and she smiled. It was a genuine smile, not a cheerleader smile. I was pleasantly surprised. I headed to the sink and was immediately accosted by the attendant who proffered various potions. I politely refused and simply washed my hands with the plebian soap next to the faucet I'd chosen. I couldn't, however, keep my eyes off of Melanie. She was just as stunning close up as she'd been at a distance. Finally, I guess my stares drove her to speak. "You like what you see," she asked, teasingly. "Uh. Oh, I'm so sorry. I - - - I just can't believe I am looking at someone as beautiful as you are. You are absolutely stunning. And I mean that." She smiled again. "Well, if you look any closer, I'm going to think you have x-ray vision." "Well," I returned. "I think that would be a good thing to have." Melanie turned her gaze to the attendant. The attendant moved to the farthest reaches of the large powder room. Melanie leaned in closer to me. "Would you like to explore what you've been staring at?" she inquired. I could only stare at her. I couldn't believe she'd asked this. I'm sure I must have looked shocked. "Oh, it's all right," Melanie said. "I just thought, from your look, that you might be interested." I'm sure I visibly gulped. "I - - - I am interested. I just can't believe you are." Again, that smile. She called to the attendant, removed something, money I suppose, from her handbag, and whispered something in her ear. The attendant moved to the powder room's outer door, but she did not leave. She appeared to be at post. Melanie ushered me into the largest of the stalls at the end of the room. It was equipped with a small chaise lounge. I didn't know if this would work out or not. My other two experiences with women had shown me that I liked to give the woman pleasure, but I wasn't much interested in receiving. I hoped Melanie liked to receive. As soon as the door was securely locked, Melanie grabbed my face and began to kiss me hotly. I grabbed her hands, pulled them away from my face, placed them behind her back, and loosely held her wrists together with my left hand. With my right hand, I cupped Melanie's chin and asked her if she had objections to my directing the action. "Not at all," she said as she batted those long eyelashes over the incredibly blue eyes. "Whadda you like, Melanie? Anything in particular," I asked. "Do what you like," she said. "Well, maybe you wouldn't like for me to do what I'd like." "What's that?" "I'd like to finger fuck your asshole," I heard myself say, but I couldn't believe I'd said it. God, what would that be like? Melanie looked a bit startled, but only a bit. "I dunno," she said. "Well, let's see where this goes. Drop those straps," I said, pointing to the thin strips of material holding up her dress. She obeyed. I reached forward with my right hand and pulled the bodice of her dress downward. Her breasts were revealed. I'd have been happier had they not been altered, but they were still spectacular. I didn't like the way they felt, but the nipples begged to be sucked. I took the left nipple between my lips. I sucked moderately hard. She moaned. I sucked harder. She didn't complain. I took her right nipple between my index finger and thumb and pinched it. She didn't complain about this either. "Too hard," I asked, releasing her nipple for a moment. "No," she breathed. "No." I moved my mouth to her right nipple and my hand between her legs. I moved my hand up underneath her dress and up to her vaginal lips. She wore no underwear. Her inner thighs were moist. Her lips were drenched. I placed my middle finger in her. She moaned. I added my index finger. She moaned louder. I began to move my fingers in and out. I moved my thumb up to her clitoris. The moans grew into gasps. I released her nipple and whispered in her ear. "Faster? Too hard? Circles, up and down, side to side? What makes you crazy?" Melanie couldn't answer. She was beyond complete sentences. "Uh," was all she could manage. I moved my mouth to her left ear and whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass." Melanie squirmed. I released her wrists, but told her to keep her hands behind her. She left them there as I moved my left hand around and began to squeeze her right nipple. I moved my lips back to the left one. I sucked and squeezed both nipples very hard. Melanie began to grind her hips around in circles, riding my two fingers. I extracted my right hand from between her legs, pulled her dress up around her hips, and set her down on the chaise. Her hands stayed behind her. I went down to my knees and used both my hands, placed on her inner thighs, to push her legs far apart. I suddenly came to my senses. What was I doing here? What was I doing period? Was I actually here in this posh restaurant's ladies' room with Miss Melanie Society? Yes, I was. And I was about to delve into that waxed and scented pussy with my tongue. Uh huh. Yeah, baby. I didn't know where to head first, so to speak. I decided to go for the clit. She was already on the edge. I hadn't heard anything stirring in the outer room, but I hadn't been really attentive either. The attendant had evidently taken whatever task Melanie had given her to heart. I hoped this was going to get loud. My mouth moved to Melanie's visibly wet lips and I began a slow and methodic licking of her sweet, musky twat. Melanie's verbal appreciation was getting louder by the second. Her pelvis had begun a rhythmic movement in response to my tongue. I lapped her clit like a hungry kitten at a bowl of warm milk. The faster my tongue moved, the louder her moans. I suddenly wanted to slow it down a little. I increased my tongue's swath. I moved from the top of her delicious slit to the bottom and back up again. Melanie's legs shook. I leaned up and headed to her ear again. "I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck your asshole. Are you ready? Huh?" "No," she choked out the syllable. Heavy breathing then she said, "Just, just, keep doin' what you're doin.'" "No," I firmly said. "I'm gonna ram my finger in and out of that tight ass and you're gonna love it. You're gonna ask for it, beg for it, Melanie." She stared at me and saw that I was serious. "O.K. I'll let you. But please finish. Puh- - -leeese. I returned to my lapping. I concentrated on Melanie's clit and in a few moments she started bucking violently. I splayed my tongue as flat and hard as I could, ceasing its movement. I allowed Melanie to ride it out. Her movements and noises were making me crazy. I truly did want to ram her ass with my finger. Melanie's orgasm was long and hard. When she was spent, she leaned her head over my left shoulder. She whispered in my ear. "That was sooooo wonderful." Pause. "I'm soooooo hot. Put your fingers back in me. Please." "Not until after you've let me do what you said you'd let me do. Turn over. Put your hands and arms on the chaise. I wanna see your hole." Melanie didn't hesitate long. In fact, her hesitancy, the look on her face, was a small percentage scared and a large portion excited. She gave me a half-shy, half-lascivious smile before she turned and assumed the position I'd told her to. And there it was. That gorgeous asshole. I ran my right baby finger in between her wet lips and then moved it to her anal opening. I rubbed around and around, over and over her opening. Then I slowly, very slowly, increased the pressure. My own vaginal lips were dripping. I had fantasized about doing this to a beautiful woman, and now it was happening. I was almost in a frenzy when Melanie's hip-grinding began again. She was moaning. I leaned to her left ear. "Do you want it? Do you want it now?" "Yeeessssss." "Tell me. Tell me, Melanie, what you want. What do you want me to do?" "Mmm- - - yyyy, mah, mahmyyy asssssssssssss." "What about it, Melanie? What about your ass?" "Fuck it. Fuck it, pleeeeeese." "You want me to fuck your ass? Huh? Is that it?" "Yeeeeeeeessssssssssssss." I entered her anal opening. It was tight and hot. All of her juices from the earlier orgasm facilitated my entry. My finger moved slowly in and out. I studied her pelvic movements to guide my own. As her grinding sped up, so did my fingers. Soon, I placed my left palm on her back and slowed her movement so mine would be more dominant. I started really shoving my finger up and down hard and fast. I wondered to myself if I could switch to my index finger, thinking I would have better motor control. I dispensed with asking permission. I just did it. Melanie couldn't be held still any longer. She rode the finger in her anus as she had done earlier when my fingers were in her pussy. I reached down with my left hand and placed my fingers between Melanie's legs again. When her right hand moved down to my left one, I allowed the movement. She guided my fingers to her clit again. I softly began to stimulate her. Her body stilled, as if she were anticipating something. I determined to remove my finger from her anus should she get off again. I kept the pressure light on her clit, understanding the sensitivity so soon after orgasm. I continued to pump her ass. I believe there was juice running down my own inner thighs now. Melanie started uttering a low, guttural sound. It was long and bestial and seemed endless. I removed my finger from her ass. This orgasm was less physical, but more intense I believe. Her body shook in a slow, wavelike motion. The guttural sound disappeared, but her breathing was shallow and fast. Melanie was covered in a mist of perspiration. Her arms, legs, cheeks, glistened with the moisture. I guided her up on to the chaise and on to her back. I moved around to the other side of the chaise and placed my left hand between her legs. I looked in her eyes. They said yes. I sat on the edge of the chaise and began slowly to fuck her with two of my left hand fingers. She made no sound. She simply looked at me. Satisfied. I guided Melanie's left hand up my skirt and to my drenched panties. She quickly placed her fingers inside my underwear. The left hand position did not work for her. "I can't do it this way. Move back to the other side," she said. I simply stood up and moved my back to the wall. She took the hint and stood up. Her right hand found my clit and in what seemed only seconds I was experiencing a shattering orgasm. Would the juice ever stop flowing? God, this was so hot. Melanie embraced me briefly. She then backed off and pulled her dress back into place, both top and bottom. I rearranged my dripping panties as best I could. She opened the door and stepped out into a still empty powder room. As we headed to the elaborate lavatories, Melanie smoothed her hair back into place. Hmmm. Vaginal juice hair dressing, I laughed to myself. I scrubbed my hands then noticed, to my amazement, that the attendant, or the orgasm fairy, had left washcloths on the counter. Hmmm. I wondered how frequently little Melanie indulged in this behavior. She must have guessed what I was thinking. "No, not often. But sometimes I can't resist." She indeed was gorgeous. And I'd just had sex with her. Jeez. How was I to explain to Jon why I'd been gone so long? Did I care? Melanie and I finished cleaning ourselves as the time and place allowed and I turned to tell Melanie how much I'd enjoyed our encounter. She was already half way to the outer door, but she turned to face me as I completed my sentence of thanks. She smiled. Genuinely. And I smiled back. Melanie Melanie gasped, but didn't overtly protest, which is when I knew I had her. "He wants to do what?" she asked, a bit of disbelief in her tone. The situation probably did seem a bit surreal to her. After all, here I was, the 19-year-old trophy wife (let's say Heather Smith, for those interested) proclaiming that I had an open relationship with my 35-year-old millionaire venture capitalist hubby Michael. Whether this was true or not (and it wasn't), the key was making Melanie believe it was possible. I nodded, speaking, my lips making a little pink O complete with diamond-shine gloss. "You wouldn't believe the nasty things he wants us to do with him!!!" My little girl voice lowered, just above a whisper as I continue after seeing the glow in her eyes. "He said he wants to bust open that cute button ass of yours and then have me lick the cum out as shoves his cock down your throat, choking you!" A deep crimson color on her face, but no protesting, just the reaction I was looking for. The hue of her face matched her hair, currently in a long ponytail resting down her back. Sorry to disappoint, but Melanie was not ridiculously hot (unlike me). Cute, attractive, young (26) but not a sexually charged goddess. Small, curvy breasts could be seen poking through her simple white blouse, and her butt was indeed a nice plump piece of meat lurking behind a knee-length grey skirt. Perfect for the sort of "young hip mom" stereotype seen in Hollywood, but leaving something to be desired if the role called for a sex bomb. I, on the other hand, am absolutely gorgeous. A difference of 16 years between spouses normally doesn't mean a great amount of philosophical bantering on the meaning of life. No, I had simply crammed every inch of my lean 5'11" volleyball frame into the skimpiest piece of felt I could find, secured fake ID and hit up every executive hangout on the strip until I could find someone to bankroll my considerable assests (pun intended). A zestful eagerness and a silicon-free 32C separated me from the throngs of other flirts vying for attention. I digress though. I continued my whispering to Melanie, giggling just a bit for emphasis. "Oh honey don't be embarrassed, we both think you're sooooo cute!" I place my hand on top of hers, moving both to her knee, which was still covered by the skirt. I moved up on the couch just a bit, causing my black spaghetti thong to wedge delightfully further into my ass. My little green athletic shorts also bunched up just below the curve of my ass cheeks, and I made no effort to correct such a "problem." Melanie didn't speak for a moment, looking down at her two inch black platform sandals she wore to compensate for her natural height of 5'1". When she finally did, it was in a soft voice. "You and Mr. Smith really want to do all those nasty things to me...?" She trailed off a bit, too frightened to allow her mind to wander fully. She clenched my hand tighter though, the other hand trying desperately to appear nonchalant by twirling her ponytail. She wouldn't escape from my trap by feigning non-interest. "Oh yeesssss Melanie, we've talked about it for soooooo long!" I pout, my voice sad yet defiant like a child's. "I've seen all those naughty glances you give him and I feel soooo bad for you!" My other hand moves in for the kill, my fingertips gently rubbing across the skin of her back. "I know how good it feels to have him buried soooo deep in my butt, my ass cheeks choking on his cock, milking it, feeling him blast cum for minutes! Oh goddddd it feels incredible and I'd NEVER deny another woman that opportunity!" Hooked. Her hand squeezed mine so tight I thought it would pop off as I described the (imagined) details of our sex life. There was no reason for moderation now. "Mr. Smith is soooo raw and brutal too! He always says he wants to hear my little girl voice cry and scream out otherwise he won't fuck me anymore!" I make a pouting face, moving silently behind Melanie, my legs wrapping around her. "I just want him to cum inside my little cunnie so we can have a baby, but he's sooooo mean! He shoves his big, thick, nasty cock down my mouth after it's been deep in my butt!" I squeeze my legs tightly, pressing my hot, moistening crotch into Melanie. Whispering, "Ooooo it makes me tingle just to THINK about it! He makes me do such NASTY things I would never do otherwise! He makes me suck his cock clean as I'm choking on his jizz!" I shiver, on purpose, although it doesn't take much imagination given the raunchy scene I just described. Her voice comes out a bit ragged, her hands playing along my muscular calves. "T-that does sound a bit crazy... But..." (I don't know for sure, not being able to see her face, but I bet she bit her lip at this pause.) "... I bet it feels incredible..." Her hands start to massage, firm, powerful strokes, the reaction I was hoping to elicit from her. I whimper. "oooo It's like a DRUG! I miss it sooooo much when he's not here, no matter how many new dildos and vibes I try!" Pouting yet again, I lay my head on Melanie's shoulder so I can speak directly into her ear, my hands now curled around her and resting on the tops of her thighs. "He punishes my round little slut bum, spanking me, pulling my hair, and he wants to do the same to you soooo badly! He screams out your name when he fucks me now, saying I'm not good enough." I move my hands just enough from the top of her thighs to feel the wetness in her crevices, delightfully seeping through her skirt. Melanie seemed well past the point of caring about consequences, now only moaning when she hears of each new layer of debauchery. She leaned back slightly, stretching more of her wonderful tummy, a flat, smooth surface which I run my fingertips up, taking special care not to touch her hardened nipples or rapidly expanding chest. Hearing her whimper only encourages me. "Please..." Rasping, desperate tone. "I need it soooo badly, Heather. I haven't had it in YEARS. I... I had forgotten what it felt like... like this..." Few things are sexier than encouragement. Mmm. I leaned in so she could feel my hard nipples on her back, my hands now trailing even closer to the promised land. "Does Melanie wanna play with the slutty toy until the man of the hour gets home?" Another soft whisper into her ear; the quick nod of desire; a quick puff of air into her ear to make her shiver. My hands snake up, finally connecting with Melanie's swollen nipples. She withers, rocking back into me as she explodes with a loud moan, succumbing to pleasure. "YES!!! Melanie wants to play with Heather sooooo bad..." Grinning, I cupped her breasts, feeling them fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. Melanie seemed to be reverting to some sort of teenage fantasy, and I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Melanie's a dirty little slut who hides it well, isn't she? How long has she been fantasizing about my husband's big fat cock pounding her little cunt, making her cry out?" As I mentioned the pounding, I thrusted forward, my crotch roughly hitting her plump ass, leaving a wet imprint. Gasping at the sudden sensation, Melanie's nails dug into my thighs, leaving harsh red marks. She hissed at me. "I've wanted that cock since the first day I met him, wanted to feel it stretching me, filling up my hot little cunt, feeling it spurt deep inside me, holding it in my hand, feeling each strand pelt me in the face." She turned her head, looking back at me with crazy eyes. "But you, you little piece of fuck meat, you beat me to it, and now I know why." I licked my lips, smirking at her. "You horny little cunt, I'll fuck you so hard Michael won't want anything to do with you!" Feeling her shake at this, I push her face down into the plush couch cushions. My hand easily grabs her ponytail, pulling up just enough to allow her to breathe. "Are you ready for a nice brutal fucking, Melanie?" Melanie was still whimpering, but also panting, a wonderful combination. She was reveling in this, lapping it up, feeling years of servitude to the image of chaste businesswoman melting away as she was manhandled by a young slut. "Ohhhhh Heather please be nice, I need it SO badly, I can't wait any longer!!! I want to be fucked so hard I pass out! I want you to rough me up, spank my thick white ass, make me your anal bitch!" Pleading, craving, and so delicious. The time for games was over, and I brought my hand down with a harsh slap against her skirted-bottom. Melanie yelped in pain, but I wasn't going to be distracted by such a trifling matter, yanking hard on her shimmering red ponytail. She panted, spitting out, "ooooo Please do it harder Heather! I want you to pull my hair so hard, make it feel like you're fucking my brain! Spank my ass soooo fucking hard, punish me, I'm the filthy bitch who wanted to fuck your husband!!!" Her body painfully contorted, I began to give Melanie the treatment she truly deserved. I flipped her skirt up, revealing a boring pair of black panties which caused me to scoff. "A slut like you wants to be fucked in such mundane clothing? In these filthy little panties, covered in your own cunt juice? This won't do at all." My hand reached under the elastic band of the panties, pulling up from her ass, seeing it snap painfully against her lily white skin. Melanie howled in pain, but her back arched and her hand instinctively flew to her pussy, which I slapped away. "Cunts don't play with their own," I said, smirking. My hand still held the remains of her snapped panties. I could feel the slimey, damp girl cum covering the patch. For me, this was always the most intoxicating part of sex. I rubbed the patch through my fingers, transfixed upon it for several minutes, the musk of Melanie's exposed cunt in the air. It was muffled by a small tuft of hair, but still so strong and overpowering. I licked the crotch of her panties, the heavy aroma in the air mingling with the taste of Melanie on my tongue, causing me to shudder. "You filthy bitch, you haven't been fucked good in a while, huh?" Another slap on her ass, another whimper, another nod. "I can tell, your cunny is soooo wet, I bet you could fuck an elephant right now! You depraved little bitch, playing soooo nice around the office, but you're really just a filthy slut like the rest of us when it comes down to it." I threw the panties in front of her face, so that she could get a nice big whiff of them. "Yeeessssss Heather, I'm sooooo slutty in private, I dream about being fucked like a filthy whore in alleys and up my filthy slut ass in-" She was abruptly shut up because I had shoved two fingers into her cunt without warning. I could feel her insides squirming as she tried to accommodate them, groans escaping her mouth, followed by grunts as she quickly tried to swallow my whole hand. Screaming at the top of her lungs now, "Fuck me!!! Fuck me you jailbait cunt!!!" I pulled the ponytail as hard as I could, stretching her neck at an obscene backward angle, knowing the pain must be excruciatingly sharp. My other hand made a fist, the two fingers plunging deep and hard into Melanie, the remaining kunckles slapping hard against her clit. "Is that how the office cunt wants it? Does she want it ROUGH and HARD?" I rammed the fingers in, leaving them, and bent down, biting her shoulder as hard as I could. Melanie howled at this new sensation of pain, but didn't protest, and could only whimper as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her body. She might have cum, she might not have. I couldn't tell by feel, with the constant stream of sticky, runny fluids down her thighs. I couldn't tell by smell, as the thick scent of her body still hung in the air. I couldn't tell by sight, the quivering of her cunt and her winking asshole never stopping. I couldn't tell by ear, as a constant stream of pants, gasps and moans escaped her, each thrust of my fingers seemingly forcing out another filthy expletive. I couldn't tell by taste, because I was saving that for next. My tongue dipped into Melanie's clenching asshole as my hands held her cheeks far apart. I felt her brown eye loosen up slightly as I managed to poke at it. I could tell this sudden switch surprised her, as she stopped screaming and panting. The only sound resonating through the room was a surprised moan, followed by satisfying grunts as I continued to lap at her asshole like a puppy. I only peeked long enough to see her hands digging into the couch, her body out-of-control, shifting in an instant from intense pain to unutterable pleasure. "Pleeeaaassseeeeee...." She croaked, looking back at me with desperate eyes. "Fuck me Heather, make me feel sooooo good and full!" I was only too happy to oblige. Grasping a slender wax candle from the table, conveniently placed beforehand by a filthy slut like me, I put it up to her tight backdoor. Melanie's eyes were closed tightly, and I could tell she really wanted to feel it – Her asshole was tightly clenched, as she refused to relax properly. I wasn't going to let a simple thing like that get me down. "You pathetic little bitch! Don't try to stop now, I'm going to fuck your bubble butt until you can't sit down!" I slapped her ass, adding to its pink color, again and again until I could see the imprint of my hand and feel the heat radiating off it. Melanie did her part, whining the entire time, but never protesting, finally relaxing her asshole just enough for the wick to slip inside. Having fucked myself with the candle before, I could only imagine the sensations experienced by Melanie. The wick teased and probed, tickling the tight insides before the shaft agonizingly spread her ass cheeks, causing her to snap open her eyes and shove her ass back. The rest sunk in, slowly, and I left the entire length inside to clench down upon. My now free hands busied themselves, one slapping Melanie's ass with the candle deep inside, forcing it to jam further inside. With my other hand, I took her ponytail and wrapped it around my fist, pulling hard in one sudden jerk. "OHHHH GOD!!!" A howling scream filled the room as her entire body went stiff, followed by the orgasmic sight of splatter against her thighs. At that point, we both noticed my husband's car in the driveway. If you're interested in what happened next, let's just say Michael wasn't nearly as open to conscience-less fucking as I was. He divorced me within the week, but a prenuptial still pays better than nothing. Last I knew, Melanie had been fired, but didn't seem to mind as long as she could stay at my place. Melanie This is a story about Melanie, a young, mostly innocent 18-year-old who is beginning to come to terms with adulthood. * It came as quite a shock to Melanie that her parents were splitting up. She simply had no idea. Apparently, they had decided on this course of action some time ago, but were waiting for her to reach her eighteenth birthday before parting. Her extended absences from home while attending boarding school and college may have helped conceal the fact that her parents had 'grown apart'. Of course, she knew that they had separate beds, but they still slept in the same room. Wasn't this what happened with all parents when they reached middle age? Her Mother was the one chosen to explain, when she came home for the summer break. She hadn't even unpacked when they asked her to sit down with them. Mrs. James then explained that, "Mummy and Daddy don't want to be together anymore." She went on to explain that Daddy would be moving out, but that there was a lot to arrange. So, they had decided to send her to her Aunt's house in Yorkshire for the six weeks holiday. Melanie didn't really know what to say, what to ask. She felt – momentarily – as though they didn't want her around and that maybe the break-up was her fault. But her parents were being so civilised about it. Talking calmly, not blaming anyone, explaining that they both still loved her and that she would be able to see her father whenever she was home from college. Money wasn't really an issue for her parents; her father had a fairly highly paid job and her mother had inherited a reasonable sum from her grandmother. When she asked when she would be travelling up to Yorkshire, Mummy and Daddy said it was best that she go as soon as possible. Daddy couldn't drive her there for a week, but they thought that she might like the adventure of making the trip on her own, using public transport. Although they insisted that she keeps in touch by mobile phone as often as possible. She went upstairs and unpacked her bags, putting her school clothes into the washing basket. Opening her wardrobe doors, she then took out the clothes that she wanted to take with her to Yorkshire and then carefully packed them in a rucksack and a small, wheeled suitcase. Meanwhile, her father had been on the Internet, working out train and bus timetables for her. He had them all listed down by the time she returned to the lounge. Her usual pocket money wasn't going to cover the fares, so her father gave her enough to cover the journey plus a fair amount extra. He said that he would arrange for her aunt to give her the usual amount each week. The next morning arrived and Melanie showered and dressed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She didn't normally eat much for breakfast, but Mummy insisted that she should feed herself up ahead of her journey. The trip itself would have been quite complicated, and a lot longer, had she relied entirely on trains. However, when contacted, her aunt had suggested that at York she should take the bus from there to Pickering, where she could get a train on the preserved line to Goathland. This removed the need to travel on to Darlington and then Middlesborough on what would have been a long detour. Both her Mother and Father escorted Melanie to the local station, where she bought ticket(s) for the journey. They stood talking while waiting for the next train to arrive. Her Mother appeared to be quite tearful as she kissed her goodbye, but managed to retain her composure, as she usually did. Her father gave her a big hug, something he hadn't done since she was little, and then kissed her forehead. The journey into London was quite quick. She rang her parents before going down to the Underground. At Kings Cross, she almost missed her connection. The timetable boards where so complicated that she couldn't work out which platform she needed. Having queued at the Information Desk, they told her she only had five minutes to board the train before it departed. She ran all the way to the platform, struggled to find her ticket and then breathlessly hauled her luggage into a carriage as they blew the whistle and the doors started to close. Having stowed her bags at the end of the carriage, she then walked along to find an empty seat. Surprisingly, she was able to find one without too much difficulty, considering that this was the first day of the school holidays. She sat opposite an elderly couple and looked out of the window as the train began to leave the station and make its way up through North London. She rang her parents again. It was some time before Melanie bothered to look around the carriage that she was sitting in, but when she did she noticed a young man of around her own age sitting diagonally opposite her. He was busy reading a book and didn't look up while she was watching him. She decided that he was quite cute. He was wearing glasses, but they were rimless and she hardly noticed them. His hair was light brown, almost blonde and from what she could see he had dark brown eyes. Melanie turned away and looked back out of the window again. When she became bored of watching the scenery racing past, she pulled her book out of her shoulder bag and began reading. She had recently decided to re-visit the Harry Potter novels and was currently reading The Goblet of Fire. Some time later, she looked up and noticed that the elderly couple opposite had fallen asleep. She needed to stretch her legs and made her way back down the carriage to the toilets. Just as she got there, the young man she had been watching earlier came out. They both turned sideways in order to pass each other, when the train suddenly jolted and they were thrown together. "Sorry," he said. "I hope I didn't hurt you?" "No. That's OK," she replied. She watched him walk away and then stepped into the toilet. Having locked the door, she leant against it and closed her eyes. Savouring what had just happened. She had been pushed back against the wall and he had fallen against her. One of his legs had accidentally slipped between both of hers and she had felt the pressure against her pussy. The further movement of the train had caused his leg to rub up against her before he could hold himself upright again. Her clitoris was tingling with the memory of that momentary contact and she could see that her nipples were standing proud where his chest had made contact with hers. She began to undo her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties. Melanie was still standing up as she began to explore between her legs with her fingertips. She had masturbated on a regular basis for about a year now, but usually it was in bed, late at night when everybody else was asleep in the dorm. Or else she wanked when she was lying in the bath. Right now, she felt a very deep need to satisfy herself. Very soon she was rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other, imaging that it was the handsome man. She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from yelling out as she came. Melanie took her time before returning to her seat. The passengers opposite were still asleep. She avoided looking at him and as a result was surprised when the boy sat down next to her. "Hi. I'm Timothy," he said. "I'm really, really sorry about what happened back there. Are you OK? I hope I didn't hurt you?" Melanie's head was swimming. Sitting so close, she could see that he really was very good looking and the feelings that she thought she had sated earlier returned. "No. I'm fine. Really. My name's Melanie, by the way." He smoothly replied, "I love that name. It's one of my favourites." Melanie was about to comment, when she realised that he was actually being serious and not just trying to chat her up. "So," he went on. "Where are you travelling to?" "I'm going up to stay with my Aunt on the North Yorks Moors." "Isn't it a bit wild and lonely?" "It can be. But at this time of year it can be very beautiful, very peaceful. What about you?" "I'm off back home for the holidays." "College?" she asked. "Kind of," he said. "Sandhurst, to be precise." "That's the army isn't it?" "Officer Training." "Wow. I've never known anybody in the army." They continued talking for the remainder of the journey. Melanie remained aware of his closeness to her and thrilled when their legs accidentally touched. Arriving at York station, they had to go their separate ways. Timothy asked if he could have Melanie's phone number, to keep in touch. She gave him her home number, preferring not to give away her mobile number at this time. They said goodbye and he kissed her gently on the cheek. Melanie found the bus stop and waited. While she did so, she rang her parents to let them know she had arrived in York. They said that they would ring Amanda (her aunt) and let her know that she was on time. At Pickering she finally felt she was getting near to her journey's end. Unfortunately, the journey time was now going to be extended considerably as she had to wait another three quarters of an hour for the next diesel (not even steam) train for the forty five minute journey to Goathland. At gone 4pm, Melanie dragged herself off of the train and made her way out of the station. There was only one taxi available and it had already been taken. Yet another half hour wait saw her finally on her way to her Aunt's cottage, which stood on its own on the side of a small valley about a mile from Goathland. As the taxi pulled up, Amanda opened the front door and greeted her, wearing a shapeless looking smock. She wrapped her strong arms around Melanie, pulling her into her warm and supple body. "You poor thing, you must be utterly exhausted!" she said. The taxi driver delivered the bags to the door and Melanie fished out the money to pay him, giving the man a reasonable tip. Amanda then showed her to her room. She said, "You must be starved. Would you like something to eat?" "No," she replied. "No thanks. I think what I would like to do is just lie down and rest for a while." "Of course," said Amanda. "Just come down when you feel up to it." Melanie She didn't bother with a bra. Her mother would have been horrified, but she simply didn't need one. Her breasts were small, yet perfectly proportioned and being athletic, they were very firm. She looked at the panties that she normally wore when not at school (she certainly wasn't going to wear school ones) and decided instead to try the ones her friend Nicky had persuaded her to buy when they went on a shopping trip together. They were a simple white thong, string sided and with the tiniest triangle of material above the valley of her cheeks. She put the thong on and stood in front of the full-length antique mirror that stood in the corner of her room. She had to admit, they really did look very sexy indeed. Having put the dress on, she twirled round, observing her reflection from all sides. She looked - and more importantly felt – really good. She knew that she would remain cool during the heat of the day. Amanda was sitting in the kitchen sipping a cup of lemon tea when Melanie walked in. "Wow, I haven't seen you in a dress since... since you were this big," she indicated a very small size with her hand. "You look really good in one. You should wear them more often." "Not likely, I'm afraid. This is the only one I brought with me. I figured that it would be cooler today," she explained. Clearly, Amanda wasn't intending painting today as she wasn't wearing her paint marked smock, but a pastel coloured skirt with a lightweight white blouse. Unlike Melanie, her aunt was clearly wearing a bra today. "Well, I had no plans today. So what would you like to do?" Amanda asked. "I don't know really. I think I'd like to go for a walk. I've never really had the chance when we've been up here because we haven't stayed long enough." "OK. Well, if we set off now we can stop at a pub for lunch and then make our way back afterwards". Sturdy walking boots don't quite look right with a summer dress, but they were essential for walking in the countryside. Fortunately, Melanie had learned her lesson a long time ago and appreciated the need not just for good boots but the expensive socks to go with them. They both took a small day sack with a supply of water. The two women walked down the footpath from the house to the bottom of the valley and then crossed under the railway line. The steam trains were running today and they saw one slowing for the station as they walked away. Their route took in some spectacular scenery including Mallyan Spout and Thomason Foss. They stopped at a pub for lunch and sat outside in the sun to eat and drink. The return route took them back alongside the railway line. Melanie had always been fascinated by the steam trains; ever since she first came to visit her aunt as a little girl. They were able to see all three units that were running that day. It was mid afternoon and they had sat down on a secluded patch of grass to rest, enjoy the scenery and watch the trains. Amanda laid back and closed her eyes. After a while she said, "I don't know what is the matter with me today. I can't get Adam out of my mind. I'm still turned on." Melanie was shocked and didn't know what to say. "Oh it's no good. I'm sorry but I just have to do this." If she was shocked before, her state now reached new levels as she watched her aunt slip her hand up underneath her skirt. Melanie felt that she should look away, but was compelled to watch as Amanda's fingers found her pussy. A little gasp told her that the fingers had slipped under the material of her panties and had found the soaking lips and engorged clitoris. As she frigged herself, she began to writhe a little and her skirt started to rise. Now Melanie could clearly see the gusset of her aunt's knickers pushed to one side and two fingers inserted into her vagina. The digits were slipping in and out rapidly, while her thumb rubbed against the hard nub of her clit. Melanie finally dragged her eyes away and in panic looked around to see if there was anybody around. Thank goodness there wasn't, but she could hear the whistle of an approaching train and they would be clearly visible to the passengers in the carriages. Amanda must have realised this also and redoubled her efforts. Her body suddenly went stiff and she emitted a long low moan. Just as Amanda had removed her fingers from her pussy and pulled her skirt down, the train went past. They waved innocently to the children and adults on board. "Auntie Amanda! You could have got caught doing that. What if the people on the train saw you?" Melanie asked. "Wouldn't be the first time, would it?" She winked, "Don't tell me you've never wanked outdoors?" "No! I've never... well, of course I... but never outdoors!" "Why don't you try it? You'll like it. It adds an element of freedom." Melanie wasn't sure. Oh she was aroused all right. Watching her aunt masturbating had ensured that. But unlike her aunt, she couldn't really hide what she was doing as her skirt was short (and quite snug fitting). She nervously put her hand on her knee and parted her legs slightly. Her hand began to slide up between her legs. She stopped at the hem of her skirt, took a deep breath and began to move on. Her head was swimming and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She lay back as her hand reached the gusset of her thong. The hem of her skirt had been pushed up by her wrist as her hand moved further up in order to push down inside the front of her thong. Her legs fell apart as her fingertips touched her clitoris. Melanie felt her aunt move closer, "These will be getting in the way. Let me help you." She took hold of the strings at the sides of Melanie's thong and suddenly ripped them off. The feel of the summer breeze on her genitals was something she had never experienced, but it felt wonderful. "Spread your legs wide darling," said Amanda. "That's it. Oh you're still a virgin are you? That's nice." (That was how open her legs were). Melanie's eyes had been closed. She opened them now and saw what she was doing. She felt her orgasm approaching. As she looked across to her aunt, she realised that Amanda was playing with herself again. The sight of the grown woman watching her masturbate was too much and she began to jerk violently as she came. Melanie's knees felt really weak as they walked back to the cottage. Lots of thoughts were running around in her head. Most of them were about sex. Melanie Melanie Mike parked in the driveway and walked up the front stairs and through the door. As he opened it, he found the house in silence, as it usually was. Where Debbie, his girlfriend was, was anyone's guess; he supposed that Jennie, Debbie's eighteen year old daughter, was out with friends. He smiled absently, thinking to himself that everything was just as it should be. Debbie was Mike's girlfriend, but she didn't act like most girlfriends did. She slept on the couch at least four times a week, usually more. It was obvious that she did not like sharing a bed with Mike; he wondered if she had ever enjoyed it or if it had been just some ploy of hers to get someone to pay the bills for her. She didn't sleep with Mike often but she was home even less. Every day she found a reason to disappear for hours on end, frequently not coming home until the wee hours of the morning. Why she even bothered to come home at all Mike didn't understand. He wondered why she didn't just bow to the inevitable and move out, leaving him in peace and free to live his own life just as she was obviously living hers. Mike smiled at his own reasons for continuing to live with Debbie. It certainly wasn't her looks or her sweet nature. He chuckled out loud at that thought. No, his reasons for staying were rather uncertain until a few weeks ago. Up until then, he wondered why he bothered to stay, telling himself that Jennie needed a steadying hand in her life. However, three weeks ago, all that changed when Mike and Jennie had gotten high together. They had shared a bowl of pot. Mike reasoned that she was eighteen years old anyway, and she and her friends were already doing it together, so he didn't see any real harm in sharing his personal stash with her; it was what happened after they got high that changed everything. He could still remember his feelings of anxiety and trepidation when it came out that they were both attracted to each other. He remembered how his hands shook as she lay across his lap and lifted her T-shirt to reveal her panty-covered bum and asked him to rub it for her. He got hard just thinking about it. That night they had fucked each other's brains out on the living room couch. They did it like rabbits and the memories from that night still made him smile. Then just a week later they did it again, this time in her bedroom. He had licked her until she screamed and then they fucked again. Of course both those events paled in comparison to last week. Jennie had come home with her friend Cathy and asked him to share some pot with the both of them. Well of course that wasn't all they shared that night. By the time the night was done, Mike had fucked them until they were both sore and he had watched the two girls make each other cum a couple of times. Neither of the girls had realized until that night that they would enjoy something like that, but enjoy it they did! He could see it in his mind as if it were happening all over again; Jennie sliding her fingers in and out of Cathy's well lubricated and swollen pussy, Cathy sucking the cum out of Mike's cock and then sharing it with Jennie during a deep passionate kiss. It was quite the experience. Since then nothing else had happened but Mike didn't worry about that. Even if they never did it again, his thirty-four year old mind had enough memories to last him for a long time. He took off his shoes and marched up to the bedroom, stripped his work clothes off and threw them into the laundry hamper. He then pulled on his favorite pair of track pants and a loose fitting shirt. Then he went back downstairs and started preparing something to eat. He heard the door and saw Jennie walk in. She was smiling, but there was something odd about her demeanor; something that told him that she was upset, or had gotten some bad news. "Hey there," he said as she walked in and sat at the table. She frowned and stared at the table for a moment, pondering. "What's up?" he asked her with concern. "Is something wrong?" She frowned again and then looked up at him. "I have something to tell you," she said uncertainly, "and I don't think you're going to like it." Mike narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. He wasn't sure where this was going but he wasn't sure how he was going to take it either, considering how she was acting. "Okay," he said slowly. "Well, the best way to deliver bad news is to just say it. There's no point in holding it in any longer than necessary," She sighed heavily and frowned deeply then steeled herself. "Okay," she said. "I kind of... have a date tonight." Mike raised his eyebrows in surprise. Whatever he might have been expecting, that certainly wasn't it. "Really," he said. "Okay, I'm glad it's nothing serious, but why would you think I wouldn't like that?" She blinked and the look of surprise was now on her face. "You mean, you don't mind?" she said. "Why would I mind?" Mike said. "Well," she began, a little unsure how to say it, "with what we've done... you know, since we... you know... did it, I kind of thought you'd be jealous." Mike smiled and went to her, pulling her close and hugging her. "Now why would I be jealous?" he said still grinning. "You're young! I'm not! Look at you. You're eighteen and beautiful and you should be out having fun! Not trapped inside with a man twice your age. Besides, I am kind of attached you know; to your mother." Jennie grimaced and gave a derisive snort. "Yeah right!" she said with distaste. "She obviously doesn't know a good thing when she sees it. You're right here under her nose and she's never home!" Mike snorted too and released her from his hug. "You never mind about that." He said. "Now, if you have a date, I'm happy to hear it and I just want you to have fun; and don't try to fit your life around mine. It's your life and you should do what you want with it." Jennie smiled and hugged him back, nuzzling her head into his big chest. "You're the best!" she said. "Do you want to hear about him?" "Sure!" Mike said. "Although I'm more concerned what you think about him." Jennie grinned again and then sat at the table. "His name is Mark and he's twenty years old." She said, her eyes lighting up as she said it. "I met him when I was at the mall with some friends and he was so nice. We like the same kinds of music, we like the same foods, he's perfect!" Mike smiled and rested his hand on her shoulder. "He sounds great." He said. "Now listen; I don't care what time you come home, but I do want you to come home tonight." Jennie smiled and agreed; then she was running up the stairs to her bedroom to get ready. Mike smiled and continued making some dinner for himself. After about twenty minutes it was ready and he walked to Jennie's bedroom door and knocked. "Hey," he said. "I just made some dinner. Are you hungry?" Jennie opened the door and Mike's eyes went wide. She was naked except for a towel wrapped around her hips. It was tied at one side of her hip and hung open from her upper thigh down, making it obvious that she was naked underneath the towel too. "Wow!" he said as he stared at her. "I hope the outfit you're wearing tonight has something more to it than that!" Jennie gave Mike one of her winning smiles and posed provocatively in the doorway for him, shaking her shoulders slightly to jiggle her tits and placing a hand on one hip. "No one gets to see me like this until they deserve to," she said. "Except for you; you deserve to already." Mike smiled but he couldn't help the hard-on that developed in his track pants as he stared at her; her 34B tits hung from her chest like fruit from a tree. Her nipples, bright red and puckering from his staring, looked just like strawberries and he wanted to taste them. Her hips were well formed and her legs were works of art. They made him want to fall at her feet and worship her body with his lips and tongue. Jennie smiled as she watched him salivate over her body. She didn't mind him staring with naked lust at her because she couldn't help looking at his body with naked lust either. She had a date tonight she knew, but so far, Mark was an unknown quantity. Yes, she thought he was terribly cute and there was a good chance she might have sex with him, but how far he got with her tonight depended largely on how he behaved throughout the night. Mike on the other hand she knew intimately. She knew how he behaved with and without his clothes on and he had always treated her with respect; the exception being when he had spanked her a couple of years ago but he had done that because she was acting the brat. So all things taken together, she had probably deserved it. He had been a good person to her all the time he had been with her mother. After they'd had sex together the first time, he had treated her as an equal. He had never talked about having sex with her the way some of her boyfriends had bragged about it to all their friends and he had never touched her without her permission or willing participation; not like one or two boys she'd known in the past had tried to do. So as far as she was concerned, Mike could ogle her naked body as much as he wanted to. It even got her excited to see his reaction to her. She pulled him by the hand into her room and sat him down on her bed. She knelt in front of him between his knees and rested her hands lightly on his groin. "It looks like you have a problem here." She said with a grin. Mike smiled and agreed with her. She started rubbing his cock through his track pants and giggled as he sighed. His breathing became a little heavier and he returned her lust filled gaze eagerly. "Don't you have a date tonight?" he asked. "I've got time," she said with a giggle, continuing to stroke his cock through the material of his pants. "Besides I want to practice some of what Cathy taught me last week." She grasped the hem of his track pants and pulled them downward, exposing his genitals. She smiled as she knelt down and tenderly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Mike sighed as she swabbed her tongue all around it. She took the shaft in one hand and slowly started to stroke it up and down. She took her mouth off the head and smiled brightly, her teeth gleaming and her lips glistening. "I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered seductively. She bent forward, taking his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She then went back the other way, sliding her lips along the shaft of his cock until just the head was still inside. She sighed to herself as she started the sucking rhythm, moaning softly as she slipped her mouth over his cock, back and forth, up and down. Mike gasped and tilted his head back, savoring the sensations as she took him into her mouth. He looked down and watched her as she sucked. Her breasts shook slightly with her movements and on a whim he reached down with both hands to cup her tits. She smiled around his cock as he touched her and kept up her back and forth motion. Mike realized then that Jennie had learned well what Cathy had taught. When they'd had their threesome the previous week, Cathy had proffered Mike's penis to Jennie and encouraged her to suck a cock for the first time in her life. With great patience she instructed her in the different motions, in how to hold the shaft and how to slide her lips up and down while gently stroking it with her teeth or her lips to simulate fucking. Now Mike was groaning and writhing his hips as Jennie sucked. She was obviously not a pro, but what she lacked in technique she made up for with enthusiasm. She was moaning and sighing softly, enjoying the sensation of having Mike's cock in her mouth. Mostly she was excited that she was making Mike feel so good. Making him feel good was making her feel incredibly good. Her pussy was dripping wet and, Mike couldn't see, but she had been fingering herself with her free hand since she started. Mike started mumbling incoherently and he put his hands lightly against the sides of her face, thrusting his hips forward as he did so. From the way his cock was growing in her mouth and his testicles were puckering and withdrawing up inside him, Jennie knew he was close to cumming. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and began a stroking and twisting motion, just as she had seen Cathy do to make Mike cum last week. At the same time she kept her mouth wrapped around the head and moved her head back and forth slightly in concert with the motions of her hands. Mike cried out and his cock swelled. Jennie was surprised at how the cum spurted out so strongly; she was grateful that Cathy had told her to make sure her throat was closed at the moment the guy cums in her mouth. If she hadn't closed her throat she was sure she would be gagging and choking at this very moment instead of watching Mike's face as he came. She smiled as she watched him and then giggled as a stream of cum poured from her mouth and down her chin to her neck and chest. When she smiled, the seal she had created around the head of his cock was broken allowing the errant stream to flow out. She sat up, still giggling and tried unsuccessfully to stop the sperm from escaping. She put her hands up to her mouth and cupped her chin to prevent it from dripping all over the place. She giggled again as she realized what an effort it took to contain it all. 'Good thing I'm not wearing my outfit for tonight!' she thought to herself and then grinned again as she looked down at her cum stained chest; the white fluid was flowing all over both her tits and down to her belly through the valley between them. After finally getting it under control, she swallowed what was left in her mouth, thinking that she had probably lost at least half of it. 'I think I'm going to need more practice at this,' she thought. 'I'm sure Mike won't mind being my guinea pig.' At the moment Mike was lying back on her bed and breathing heavily. He tried to sit up and groaned as he realized how drained he was. "Wow!" he said. "That was incredible!" Jennie smiled and joined him on the bed. "Really?" she asked. "You liked it?" "Oh yeah!" Mike said with a heavy sigh. "No one would ever know you only learned how to do that last week." Jennie smiled again and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Good!" she said. "Now you can leave so I can get ready to go out." Mike looked at her with some surprise; he was sure she would expect some sort of reciprocation. Seeing the look in his eyes, Jennie chuckled. "Don't worry about me," she said as she kissed him on the forehead again. "If Mark gets lucky tonight, I don't want him to find your cum already inside me. And if not, I can always find you later. I know where you live." Mike laughed and pushed himself off the bed. He got up and returned to the kitchen to eat his dinner. He wasn't sure what to make of her comment about Mark maybe getting lucky. He wasn't jealous. He didn't really know what he was. He thought about it as he ate and eventually shrugged it off. As he had said earlier, she was young and she needed to be with guys her own age. 'So long as I get to play with her from time to time,' he said to himself, 'I guess I can live with that.' He settled in to the living room to watch hockey after dinner. It was the playoffs and he knew he'd have at least two games to flip between tonight. He barely noticed as Jennie flew through the living room to announce she was on her way out. For the next two hours, Mike was completely absorbed. As the first game of the night was coming to an end he heard the doorbell. Frowning, he stood up and walked to the door, almost tripping a couple of times because he was looking over his shoulder at the TV as he went. He opened the door and saw Melanie standing there. "Hi Mike," she said with a smile. "Jennie's expecting me." Mike creased his brow in confusion. "Jennie's not here," he said. "She had a date." Mike heard loud cheering from the TV and dashed to the living room to see what had happened; it was a goal. A late goal that had tied the game and it looked very much like overtime was coming. He grinned like a child at Christmas and then remembered Melanie at the door. He turned and was surprised to see her standing beside him. He looked past her to make sure the door was closed and then nodded to himself. "Who's winning?" Melanie asked. "No one; It's tied." He said. "Oh." She said blandly. Mike looked at her curiously and sat down on the couch. Melanie sat beside him and settled in, making Mike even more curious. "Jennie's not here," he said again. "She had a date." "Yeah I know." She replied, not taking her eyes off the TV. He shrugged and settled into the couch himself, wondering what was going on with her. Melanie didn't have nearly as much success with the guys as Jennie and Cathy did. While their faces could easily be described as beautiful, Melanie was more plain. She had long wavy light brown hair that frequently just hung from her head without any styling. Her face was pleasant, her eyes brown and her nose being the best feature she had. Mike thought she was cute, but he wasn't eighteen and it was easy to see that the young guys she and her friends knew were completely overlooking Melanie as they chased after the more exotic looking girls in their social circle. She was wearing a loose pull over shirt with blousy sleeves that hung down almost to her thighs and black jeans, the kind of non-descript thing she usually wore. Mike could tell though that Melanie was far more gifted in the breast department than most girls her age. Her tits were round and ripe and he had found himself in the past trying to discern the outline of her nipples when he took the girls to the beach. It was hard to tell through the loose fitting clothing she was wearing now, but he knew from seeing her in a one-piece bathing suit that she had nice hips and a well formed ass too. The truth was Melanie despaired of finding many boyfriends because the better looking girls were always getting the guys. Even the ones who had paid attention to her ended up being lured away by Cathy sometimes; one of Cathy's favorite pastimes was to see if she could make guys cheat on their girlfriends. Cathy told herself she did this to prove to her friends that their boyfriends were cheaters. In actuality she did it because she could; it made her feel superior and she liked the attention. Melanie wondered if there was anything Cathy wouldn't do to get a guy's attention. They sat together watching the game for awhile with Mike glancing her way from time to time. Her face was hard to read because she kept things bottled up so well most of the time. He thought he could detect something wrong with her though. "So what's happening?" he said somewhere in the middle of the period. She looked at him and smiled, but Mike could see it was a hollow smile. "Is something wrong?" he asked. She bit her lower lip and glanced at the floor. She didn't return his gaze and so he turned back to the TV. "Guy trouble huh?" he said quietly, keeping his eyes on the game. Melanie turned to him sharply, obviously surprised that he had guessed her problem. "Guys suck." He said equally quietly. She bit her lower lip again and turned to the TV for a moment; then she turned back toward him. "How did you know?" she asked in a voice that trembled slightly. Mike shrugged without taking his eyes off the TV. "I recognize the symptoms." He said. "Jennie looks just like that when she's lost a boyfriend." "He wasn't my boyfriend!" she snapped. "I'd never want him to be my boyfriend! He was a prick!" "He cheated on you?" he asked. She looked at the floor and quickly swiped at a tear that had slipped from her eye. She looked as though she was more angry at herself for shedding a tear than she was at him. Melanie Mike nodded and patted her knee gently. "I'm sorry," he said. "Some guys are just stupid; they never appreciate what they have." She grimaced and looked at the floor once again. Mike continued to watch TV, knowing she did not want him to see her emotional state. After some time she looked at him as he watched the game. "Thanks," she said, her eyes welling slightly and her bottom lip trembling. Mike smiled at her briefly and turned back to the game. He patted her knee again and then let his hand rest there. After a brief pause he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. She rested her head against his shoulder gratefully and sighed. "Jennie was right," she said as another tear fell from her eyes. "You're a good guy." Mike chuckled and continued watching the game. "Is that what she said," he said quietly. "It's all lies!" Melanie giggled in spite of herself and Mike patted her shoulder. She turned her head, looking like she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to do it. "Yes?" Mike said as she stared. "Is it true what you did with Jennie and Cathy last week?" She asked with a guilty look on her face. Mike's belly tightened up and he felt cold sweat on his forehead. He released her and leaned away from her as he turned. With an effort he controlled his breathing and didn't say anything until he was certain his voice wouldn't betray him. "And just what is it I'm supposed to have done with Jennie and Cathy?" he said with a calmness he didn't feel. Melanie blushed and looked down for a second and then back up. Mike saw what he thought was hopefulness in her eyes. "They said you," she started to say and then faltered." That said that you were... really nice to them." Mike breath hissed through his nose and his eyes opened slightly wider. "What does that mean?" he asked her, his voice a little tighter than it had been. "I'm sorry," she whined. "I know they shouldn't have told me what you did together. They only told me about it because they said it was so incredible!" Mike blinked and panic began to set in. He started to wonder what the consequences of his sexual adventures with the two girls might be. They were both eighteen and Jennie wasn't really his daughter, but still his reputation in the neighborhood might suffer if people knew he had seduced two young girls after getting them high. Seeing the look of panic in his eyes, Melanie put her own hand on his and leaned forward conspiratorially. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone." She said. "I was just hoping..." Mike's eyes went wide as the words were leaving her lips making Melanie stop in mid-sentence. She closed her mouth and her face fell. The tears began to flow and she began to cry in earnest now. She fell against Mike sobbing and curled her legs up under her so she was on her knees. She leaned her head against his shoulder and then straightened herself up as she sought to gain control of herself. "I'm sorry." She said. "I should never have asked for that." Mike, taken completely aback only swallowed in response and continued to look at her. "They said you gave it to them because they asked you to," she said as the words rushed out of her, "and you were being nice to them and everything and you just did it with them because they wanted it so badly and..." Mike began fell into the back of the couch and put his hand to his forehead, pinching his nose and groaning softly. Melanie saw his reaction and stopped talking, watching him with fearful eyes. Mike looked up and met her gaze squarely. "Look Melanie," he said quietly. "We never should have done any of those things. I'm kind of surprised and more than a little disappointed they said anything to anyone about it; even you. But they never should have told anyone. What we did together was... private." Melanie nodded a bit and then looked down again, "They said you even taught them how." She said softly. "You know, how to do it right." Mike's brow creased as he thought. "Oh I don't know about that," he said. "They seemed pretty experienced to me. Mind you Cathy did have to show Jennie a couple of things but Cathy seemed to know more about, well, you know." "I don't want to hear her name." she said bitterly. "She's the one that Jeremy slept with and I'm still mad at her." "Well," Mike said, "like I said, she did seem to be more experienced than Jennie. Guys like it when girls are..." "Easy" Melanie snapped. Mike frowned and then nodded. "Yeah," he said, "I guess you could say it that way. But she was more experienced than Jennie when we did it." "What does smoking pot have to do with her fucking my boyfriend?" she asked bitterly. Mike's eyes went wide and understanding suddenly flooded into him. He began to replay their conversation in his head and realized that they had been talking about two different things. He sat back again trying to get this conversation back under control. Now that he knew his reputation was secure, he could calm down and try to figure out where this was going. "So what were you trying to ask me then?" he said to her. She frowned and looked momentarily confused. "I was hoping you could," she said, faltering again as she tried to get the words out. "I wanted to get high and none of my friends are around. They all have dates or plans or whatever. Then I remembered Cathy telling me what the three of you did last week and I was hoping you could get me high too." Mike rolled his eyes in exasperation and then shook his head sadly. "I had a feeling something like this would happen." He said almost to himself. "I was afraid Jennie and her friends would start to think of this place as some sort of flop-house, where everyone sits around getting high all the time." He looked at the floor and then sighed as he looked back up at Melanie. "How old are you anyway?" he asked her. "Twenty," she said with a pout. "I'm twenty years old and all my friends are younger but I'm the one who never has a date and they're getting all the action." Mike put his hands on the sides of her shoulders and forced her to meet his eyes. "Look," he said. "The last thing you need right now is to get high. Someone cheated on you and that hurts; trust me I know because it's happened to me too. So I'm not going to smoke any pot with you. Besides, I don't have any in the house anyway. But I will sit with you and have some wine and talk with you. Talking is what you need. The wine just helps to get the lips moving." Melanie smiled weakly and nodded. Mike went to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of red wine and some glasses. He returned to the living room and laid them out on the table. "Have you ever had red wine before?" he asked her. "I'm allowed to have half a glass at Christmas dinner with my parents." She said as she watched him pour. "Ok," he said, "then you already know what it tastes like. I'll give you one glass and we'll see how it affects you then. Red wine goes down easy but the kick after a couple of glasses can take you by surprise." Melanie took the glass from Mike's hand and sipped at it cautiously. She didn't know why but it seemed to taste a lot better than the stuff her parents bought; Mike always bought the better stuff while her parents usually bought what was on sale. She took another sip and Mike cautioned her to drink it slowly. They settled into the couch and Mike talked with her; mostly he let her talk. She told him about how Cathy always seemed to steal away all the guys who were ever interested in her. They all saw her skinny little body and she always flirted with them. She also heard that Cathy was pretty wild sexually and that the guys seemed to be drawn to her like moths to a flame. Mike silently nodded to himself when she said Cathy was wild. He had slipped his cock into her pussy and she really knew how to milk the cum out of his cock with it. She had also sucked him off and she was pretty good at that too. So he knew what it was the guys were chasing. Melanie was still talking about her problems and didn't seem to notice that Mike was momentarily daydreaming. His cock had grown in his track pants though and he drew his T-shirt down over his lap to hide it. As they talked, the hockey game went to overtime. Mike's eyes were drawn to the screen and he put his hand on Melanie's to get her attention. "No offence but I wanted to see this." He said. "You can watch it with me and I'll give you some more wine." Melanie, upset that he was going to watch hockey instead of listen to her, brightened at the thought of getting more wine. Her first glass was gone and she had held it to her lips a couple of times, forgetting that it was empty. Mike poured for them both again. He filled the glasses to the brim without thinking about it and handed the glass to Melanie. She took the glass and smiled as Mike leaned forward to watch the game. She watched him as he watched the game; his eyes were glued to the screen and he jumped from his seat from time to time, shouting at the screen. Seeing how excited he was she began watching the game too. She had no idea who was playing or even how the game was played but it was fun to watch, especially with Mike reacting so exuberantly beside her. Soon she was on the edge of the couch right beside him, their thighs tightly together and his hand resting lightly on her knee from time to time. During one particularly tense part of the game his hand was on her knee and he was squeezing it tightly. She felt a thrill at his touch and she rested her head against his shoulder. Mike smiled at her and then turned back to the game, his hand on her thigh squeezing her reassuringly. She held up her empty glass and he nodded absently at the bottle on the table, and then returned his attention to the TV. By the time her third glass was empty she realized she was a little tipsy. She leaned against Mike and he just put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled happily and put her hand on his thigh, squeezing it and marveling at how thick and hard it was. It was then that she started to really notice his body. He was thirty-four years old and was in pretty good shape. She thought his blond hair and green eyes were very attractive and she sighed in contentment as she snuggled against him. "Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?" she asked him. "I don't feel like walking home and I'm a little drunk. It's probably better if I don't have to go anywhere." Mike looked her up and down and realized then that he had allowed her to drink too much wine. He smiled and told her she could sleep on the couch. He told her to go to Jennie's room to grab something to sleep in and then continued to watch the game. She got up and headed toward Jennie's room and he forgot about her as the game finally ended with an overtime goal. Mike didn't really have any favorites in the game; he just liked to watch hockey, so he was pleased that the game had been so exciting. He leaned back and watched as they switched to the second game of the evening and sipped his wine. He had his glass to his lips when Melanie returned wearing one of his button down dress shirts. She had no pants on and her legs were on display all the way up to the tops of her thighs; his cock immediately got hard when he saw her. "Jennie's clothes wouldn't fit me," she said with a smile, "so I had to take one of your shirts. I hope you don't mind." Mike swallowed hard and told himself that whoever those guys were that had abandoned this girl for Cathy were out of their minds. Her legs were short but finely formed and the huge shirt she was wearing made them look even more sexy. She had left the top four buttons open and the "V" this created plunged between her breasts to show a well developed cleavage. He couldn't see through the fabric, but by the way her tits jiggled when she moved, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. This shirt was longer in the back and front than it was on the sides; while this covered her bum and her crotch area, the sides of her thighs were uncovered and Mike couldn't see any panties there. He swallowed again and felt his cock twitch as he thought of her naked except for the shirt; his shirt he reminded himself. 'I don't think I'll ever wash that shirt again.' He thought then willed himself to calm down. "Sure, that's fine." He said out loud. She walked toward him and sat on the couch, drawing one leg up and under her and Mike found himself trying to catch glimpses of her legs and thighs. His cock twitched again and she smiled at him as he stared. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "Is this shirt not covering me well enough?" "I like the way that shirt covers you." He said without thinking. "Really?" she asked, her eyes gazing into his intensely. "Oh yeah," he said and swallowed again. "You look... great!" As he said this a thrill went through Melanie from her head to her toes. Her face flushed, her nipples hardened and she felt her pussy tingle as he stared at her. She could see the lust in his eyes and she knew that he wanted her; she wanted him too. She leaned forward, allowing the oversized shirt to fall open. "Is the game over?" she said, almost in a whisper. Mike looked down her top just as Melanie intended him to, and saw the swell of her breasts just inches away. He wanted to pull her shirt open but held himself back. "Yeah," he said, almost in a trance, "it's over." She smiled and raised her elbow to the back of the couch to rest her head coyly against her hand. "Well," she said, "what do we do now?" Mike reached for her leg with his hand and then stopped himself. He lowered it to his side and looked down, staring at her thighs poking out the bottom of her shirt. "Are you sure this shirt looks okay on me?" she asked with a giggle. "You seem to be looking at my legs a lot." "They're nice legs." He said. "I could look at those legs all day." Melanie giggled again and pulled her other leg up under her so she was kneeling sideways with her knees and calves touching Mike's thigh. "You like them?" she said, pulling the hem of the shirt back to reveal even more. Mike was sure she wasn't wearing panties now. He hadn't seen her pussy but he hadn't seen any hint of fabric under the shirt even when she pulled it back. Mike nodded breathlessly and reached out to put his hand on her leg once again. This time he did touch her. Her skin was warm and soft under his touch and he could see the goose pimples spread from where he touched her up and down her leg. She shivered involuntarily and Mike felt a thrill go through him as well. Melanie leaned forward slowly and Mike found himself leaning forward to meet her. As their lips touched both felt what seemed like an electric shock go through them. Mike, his lips touching Melanie's softly, delicately pushed his tongue against her, worming through her lips to touch the outside of her teeth. Melanie sighed and pushed her tongue out to meet Mike's. As their tongues danced together, Mike moved his hand slowly up Melanie's thigh, coming to rest in the crevice where her two legs were drawn up under her. He slid his hand between her thighs and touched the tangle of her pubic hair. Pushing downward, his hand found the moist folds of her pussy. As she parted her thighs to allow him better access, the scent of her wafted up between them and both of them inhaled deeply and moaned. She was so wet Mike's fingers slipped into her easily. It felt as though she were covered with oil she was so slippery. She raised herself slightly with her thighs parted and Mike cupped her mound with his open hand, his palm pressing lightly against her hooded clitoris and his fingers reaching inside her, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two or three in concert. She groaned and began grinding softly against his hand, her hips rolling seductively as she pressed harder and harder with each movement. She reached downward and placed her hand over Mike's crotch, feeling his cock through his track pants. She squeezed it softly and then reached past the elastic hem and into his pants to touch it skin to skin. She felt the puddle of pre-cum at the head and sighed as she felt the sticky fluid seeping between her fingers. With her other hand she pulled the front of his pants down to expose his cock and balls; she looked at it and smiled eagerly. She touched the puddle of cum with her finger and then brought it to her lips, licking them sensually. Mike touched his lips to hers and moaned softly, his tongue gently brushing the length of her lips and relishing the taste of his own cum mingling with her saliva. She groaned at the touch of his lips and began stroking his cock slowly, running her hand from the root just above his balls to the mushroom head; she marveled at how much the head had grown since she had first put her hand on it. Mike put his hands on her shirt and began undoing the buttons one at a time. He locked his gaze on to her chest, her breasts becoming more visible with each opened button. When every button reaching all the way to the bottom was undone, he pushed the shirt open; he had the absurd impression that they were curtains on a stage parting to reveal the actors. Her tits were round and full, her nipples large; the areolas were over an inch in diameter and the nubs were puckered and hard. Mike knelt forward and took her right nipple between his lips and she shivered, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. Mike nibbled it for a moment and then leaned back. "We can't do this." He said. "You're so young and you were hurting because you lost your boyfriend. This isn't right." "I want to!" she said, staring him in the eye. "But my situation here is so complicated," he said. "Jennie's mom is my girlfriend. We live together." "Jennie told me about her." She said simply. "She said she doesn't sleep with you anymore; she doesn't want sex with you. I do. Even if it's just this once, I want you so badly!" "But..." he began and stopped as she put her finger to his lips. "It's okay." She said with a smile. "I need you. Right now! I want this inside me!" she said, wrapping her hand around his cock once more. She leaned forward then and took the head of his penis into her mouth, gobbling on it with her lips and tongue. The motions her mouth made on his cock were indescribable. With her hand stroking it slightly, her mouth covered it from the head and down the shaft at least four inches. Her tongue swabbed up and down and from side to side causing sensations of every kind to swirl into Mike's consciousness; now it was his turn for the fireworks to explode behind his eyes. He groaned and looked down at her in amazement. Whatever those guys who left her for Cathy were thinking, they had no idea what they were missing. She was much better at sucking cock than Cathy was; she was better at it than any girl he'd ever had before. 'This girl could give lessons to a porn star on giving head!' he thought to himself as he pumped his hips forward and back. She cupped his balls with her free hand and gently kneaded them as she continued sucking his cock. She sighed softly as she felt his balls tense and started stroking the shaft more quickly. At the same time she opened her throat and followed her hand down to the base of his cock with her mouth with each stroke. She released her hand from the shaft and then drove the length of his cock, right down to the root, to the back of her throat. Mike had experienced deep throat once in his life with a girl from Quebec. Until that very moment, he had always considered French girls to be the undisputed queens of sucking cock. Melanie was now doing things to his cock he had never before experienced. What's more, she was enjoying every second of it. She was moaning, sighing, cooing and groaning as she made love to his penis. Her nipples puckered and a thrill went straight to her pussy as the first spurt of cum spewed out of his cock. She groaned loudly as one gob of cum after another squirted onto her tongue and she puffed her cheeks out to ensure she could hold it all in. When she was sure no more cum would dribble out of his softening cock she sat up and smiled at Mike, making sure he could watch her as she swallowed it. Melanie Mike leaned forward and kissed her hard before she could react. Melanie opened her eyes in surprise, knowing that his cum coated every surface of her lips and mouth. She tried to draw back but Mike held her tight and shoved his tongue past her teeth and swirled it around the insides of her mouth. She was even more surprised when Mike's shriveled cock, which she had been cradling with one hand, instantly grew hard as he licked his own cum from the walls of her mouth. She looked at him with shock and delight, realizing that he was ready to fuck her immediately. In her experience, most guys had to wait at least a few minutes after one of her blow jobs before they were ready to fuck. The one older man she'd had, a teacher at her school, had taken a full ten minutes before he was ready. She thought he was about the same age as Mike, so she was completely taken aback at Mike's seemingly superhuman ability to get hard again right away. Mike smiled at the expression on her face and nuzzled her nose with his. "When I can taste myself in your mouth," he said in a throaty voice, "it turns me on more than anything. It gets me hot knowing that we're sharing the taste." Melanie shivered and opened her mouth in awe. Not only had she never met a guy who liked that, she had never heard of or read about a guy who liked to kiss after a blow job. The fact that he wanted to taste his own cum from her mouth got her super hot too. Now that she knew he was ready, she slid off the couch to the floor and on to her knees with her bum facing toward Mike. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a steamy look, wriggling her bum and unconsciously moving her pubis up and down as she waited for him to enter her. Mike pulled his shirt off and then his track pants. He knelt on the floor behind her and reached down to her pussy; it was warm and wet and she whimpered a bit when he touched her. "Fuck me Mike!" she said desperately. "I really need it! Please!" Mike looked at her uncertainly and then down at his own hand buried in her sopping wet pussy. "Are you sure?" he asked her. "You know I can't give you what you've been looking for. This is all I can give you." "I know." She said, almost crying in her need. "I just need you to fuck me or I'm going to explode!" Mike sighed to himself, still unsure how all this was going to end. He looked at her again and then looked down to see her hips undulating just in front of his twitching cock. His decision made, he pushed his cock to her entrance and then slid it in all the way. Melanie cried out and her orgasm hit her without warning. She started bucking her hips and shaking as she came against Mike's cock. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, she was trembling all over and real tears poured on to her cheeks as she writhed against Mike's penis, shoving at it with all her might to bury it inside her as far as it would go. Unable to hold back himself with all her thrashing around, Mike started shooting his cum deep inside her. Both of them started whimpering and groaning as their orgasms overtook them. By the time they had both stopped cumming, they were lying side by side on the rug breathing heavily and unable to move. "Wow!" a voice said from the other side of the couch. "That was some of the best sex I've ever heard of!" They both looked up in shock to see Jennie standing over them. She was smiling and looking down at them; there seemed to be a flush around her neck and upper chest, so her excitement was obvious. Her top was open almost as far as her pants which were also undone and her nipples were standing out straight as they poked against the fine silk fabric. "Maybe I should have stayed home;" she said with a grin, "instead of going went out with that loser Mark!" Melanie Melanie looks at the blank screen. The submission guidelines stated 750 words minimum. She waits for inspiration. Write what you know, she had been told on her writing course at college. Melanie sits deep in thought, ponders what she knows. At the tender age of eighteen, she doesn't know a great deal. She still lives at home with her mum in the bungalow where she was born. She'd had a few boyfriends, even one girlfriend for a few brief months but life experiences; not so much really. She wants to be a writer and had decided that writing short stories for magazines and on-line sites would be good practice. She sits, thinking, hoping, even willing inspiration to appear, as if by magic. Nothing comes. She opens her web browser and checks her Facebook page for anything new. Maybe there's something on there she could write about. She opens the fan page for her favorite band. The lead guitarist has posted some news and a few new pictures. One of them shows him posing with several girls before a concert last weekend. One of the girls is around the same height as Melanie. She likes the way he fits his arm around the girl's shoulder. It looks in the picture as if his right hand is on her right breast. She guesses it isn't actually touching but it certainly looks as if it is. Melanie wants to feel his hand on her breast. Both breasts. Hers are adequate, better than the girl in the picture. She looks about an A or maybe a B cup. Melanie had just bought her first C cup a few weeks ago. She hopes they will stop growing now she is older. She feels her left breast with her left hand. Her right hand is clicking on the pictures; she keeps returning to the one with the hand on the breast. He is here, in the room, squeezing gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. He is speaking sweet words of love and devotion, telling her how beautiful she is. Melanie feels herself moisten between her legs. When she gets aroused she gets very wet. Right now, it is just dampness more than anything else. She blows the picture up. He is close to her now, life sized. His smile brightens the room. He is talking again, telling her what to do, telling her to take off her panties. He wants to see her slit, her almost hairless slit. He wants to see her breasts too, he loves breasts. Melanie stands and quickly gets naked. She sits down again on her T shirt on the swivel chair at her desk. She adjusts the webcam so that the small screen open in the top corner of her computer shows her body from the neck to the knees. It isn't connected to a site; it is just showing him what he wants. Her right hand slips between her legs, she spreads them as far as she is able on the chair, her knees at the edges of the screen. Her young pussy gapes open, glistening now with her slick juice. Her fingers slip in and around her pussy, sliding over the erect nub of flesh. He speaks again, telling her to put her fingers inside. She obliges; first one, then two, now three. She pumps slowly, his face close enough that he can smell her pussy. His grin and his voice tell her she is doing it right. Her fingers pump more quickly now, her left hand rubs in tight circles over her clit. The juice spreads under her hand. She presses harder, her hands work faster, the thrusts deeper. Her knees up are high now, her legs wide spread before his lustful gaze. He encourages her, tells her to keep going, come for me, he rasps, fuck me, take my cock in your tight pussy. Make me come with you. Can you feel my cock filling your little virgin cunt? Can you feel me coming? I will fill you with so much cum you will be wet for a week. He roars as he comes deep inside her. Melanie roars back, her orgasm ripping through her tight body. She shudders as clear liquid spreads across her hands, dripping and dribbling with each spasm as she comes, again, and again. She stops shaking. She looks down at her T-shirt; it is soaked with her squirts of pussy juice. She wipes her pussy dry with the sleeves of the T-shirt. She smiles as he tells her that he had the best fuck of his life with her. She tells him she will do anything for him. She closes her browser only to be confronted by the blinking cursor in the top left corner of the word document on her screen. She has written nothing. Melanie - Again Melanie - Again