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A Knock on the Door

By: Monroe05



I. 

There was only silence.....

I was in my room on my bed, reading a book on a Friday afternoon. The room was clean, for I just finished cleaning it, and the air was still and warm as a large candle burned on the nightstand. There was small light that shone through the window's blinds and a small cold breeze of the winter day invited itself in. I was laying on my bed, with two blankets wrapped around me, reading peacefully; 2 pillows laid behind me sinking myself in a deep comfortable cocoon. And with a nice warm shirt, shorts, and socks on...warmth circulated all around my body. However my peaceful ambiance was interrupted with a knock.....

No one was home; my parents left the house for a day for their Anniversary, my little brother went camping with a friend, my grandpa was in Italy for a vacation, and my little sister was spending the night at our cousin's house. 

Another knock on the door echoed throughout the house....

I stopped reading and listened for another knock....and then suddenly another frantic loud knock echoed. I quickly moved the sheets off from me, set my book down, blew out the candle, and quickly ran down the hall. Down the stairs, I went, rushing to the front door and once reaching the door I looked into the peephole. I saw a tall figure who was recognizable but it was too unbelievable. I quickly opened the door...and there he stood sweaty, breathing hard, and tears running down his eyes. It was Devin. 

Devin Bleu was one of my best friends and I was deeply in love with him. We knew each other for 3 years now and slowly but surely my "little high school crush" evolved into unrequited love for I was bisexual and Devin was straight. However, what confused me the most was that Devin gave subtle yet sure hints he was bisexual or at least curious. (But I wont get into detail with that). Now even though Devin was my friend we weren't really close but he was still considered a friend because we still hung out together, text, called each other, and especially for he the first person I came out to and he helped me through all the confusion. And...yes...he does know that I love him but we moved on from that, more like, forgetting it ever happened because we knew that nothing would be gained. But from that point, on I still remember all those days and nights alone, depressed and crying, wishing I could be his boyfriend. 

Have you ever loved someone and you know FOR CERTAIN, that you were meant for each other? Yeah....That was how I felt with Devin. But just know Devin is my friend and he left for college while I stayed to go to community college, and even though it was winter break, it was unbelievable for Devin to be in front of my house because he didn't know where I lived, since we never been to each other's houses before.

So there he stood, sweaty, breathing hard, eyes puffy and red, and tears running down his face. I stood there confused and worried for Devin never cried and the only time I've seen him cry was when we didn't win the semi-finals to the champions during football season, since we played football together. I stared at his tall figure, "Dev? Why are you crying? Wassup? What's wrong?" 

He began to talk rapidly, "I....I...couldn't...they hate me!"

He began to talk, rather a low crying mumble, rushing all his words into a jumble. 

I moved aside, "Dev come inside," I motioned for the couch in the living room, "Sit down."

Devin walked inside and headed for the couch in the living room. I noticed his tall 6 foot 2 stature walking; his tight, firm, and big ass swaying with a small switch. He wore a simple outfit; jeans, a white shirt, and boots. He sat down and he cried even harder and louder, as he placed his large powerful hands into his face. I sat across from him, confused and my mind was bombarded with questions. This is weird! Devin doesn't know where I live. Why is Devin at my house? Why is he crying?..... I said in my head. "Devin, calm down." I said a quiet voice. 

He moved his hands, "I cant calm down! My family hates me!". He yelled with a raspy voice. 

"Devin just tell me what happened." 

"Like I don't know and I told my parents I might be bisexual...."

"Wait when did you think you might be bi?" I said shocked. 

"I've always kinda been curious but like I don't know I just couldn't take it so I just forgot about it. But its always been like in the back of my head." 

"You didn't wanna' face the fact that you might like dudes."

"Yea," He wiped his tears but more kept flowing, "and like that's when everything fell from there. My mom broke down, crying, and my dad was pissed and we started fighting and then he kicked me out and I didn't know where to go. So then I texted a few people but everybody was gone and I drove around and I texted Alexadria and she gave directions to your house." 

"Oh my god....Dev...I'm sorry. But don't worry Dev, everything will be alright. I know some people that can give a place to stay. But like, I don't know.....just relax."

"Man I'm sorry I came up to you like this..." 

"Its cool bro.....look we'll get through this," I smiled, "you helped me when I was going through that confusion and now I'll help you. Aight?" 

He began crying again. 

I stood up, he looked up at me, and motioned myself to show I was offering a hug to him. He stood up and embraced me. He hugged me hard, his large strong arms wrapping me tight as if he never wanted to let go. He cried and lowered his head onto my shoulders and I could smell his strong Calvin Klein cologne. He stopped crying and raised his head and he stared into my eyes. 

I could now make up his features and gorgeous face. Devin was 6'2 and strongly built. His light tanned yellow-gold skin was pure and smooth, his hair was faded, his dark brown eyebrows were thick and distinct, his facial structure was tight and defined, his face was smooth yet rugged for his shaved beard and mustache; his face slightly resembled a fierce lion. But what caught me was those intense eyes that shone a dark bronze color and stared deeply into my dark brown eyes.

There was a long awkward silence....

He then suddenly slowly lowered those luscious pink lips onto mine and kissed me. Our lips were engaged into one of most intense kisses, I ever felt. He quickly placed his large hands onto my lower back and ass, pulling closer to his body, he then motioned his large hands onto my ass and squeezed my ass cheek firmly. I moved my right arm onto his back and left hand to his head, feeling the soft touch of his faded hair. Our kiss was long and passionate as our lips slowly began to massage each other. 

Then suddenly I pulled back. He looked at me with those intense eyes. I looked down, stupefied on what was happening. "Devin....I......"

"Do you still love me?" He said with a big smile.

"Yea but things changed. I moved on when you told me you were straight...and now its just confusing."

"Why are confused? I like you..." He said. 

"No nigga!", I pulled back from his body, "Don't you remember when I texted you asking you what your sexuality was and you came with some bullshit of an excuse saying 'Sorry I'm straight'. And then you said 'Why you ask?' and I poured my fuckin' heart soul into that text saying how much I loved you and wish I could be your boyfriend! You know how much bullshit I had to go through! All those fuckin nights I texted you and those fuckin nights I went to bed crying because I was mad at myself for falling in love with you!" I screamed

"I was confused....you just came onto me like that and I didn't know how to react." 

"Nigga you could've told the truth!" I screamed. 

"Man but it doesn't matter now....I'm here now. Telling you how much I love you." 

"Dev...why did you want to come to my house? Like you have hella other friends who you are close to...why come to me?" 

"Because I thought you could help me. None of my friends could help me, like you could, and I thought since I was here in Elk Grove I can tell you that I love you." 

"Devin....you irritate me so fuckin' much...." I said shaking my head. 

"So you don't love me back?"

"You didn't let me finish.....You irritate me so fuckin' much....But I cant stand how much I love you." I said with a crooked smile. 

I went back to him and allowed him to comfort me with those large arms. I don't know why but I just love the feeling of being held and smothered my a dude, just being small. I said in my mind. 

We then kissed again and as time went on with us still kissing. I stopped, grabbed his arm, and dragged him upstairs. 

II. 

We were undressing ourselves in the bathroom, staring at each other, taking off his shoes and myself taking off my socks. Their was low rumble from the flowing water, as it collected itself in the bathtub, steam began to thicken within the bathroom, and a strong scented smell of soap and cologne mixed itself with the steam. Still undressing ourselves we stared at each other, watching closely and smiling, as we began to reveal each other our nakedness. Finally, for how many times I've seen him with just underwear in the locker room during football season, I was going to see that underwear fall off. I stared at him as he took off his shirt, revealing that light skinned Adonis body. His body cut, clean, and toned tightly; his large broad chest, long muscular arms, a chiseled six pack, and defined "v-line" that lead itself to the groin area. "Your turn." He smiled. 

"Don't laugh!" I laughed. 

He laughed hard and smiled. (I swear his smile melts me. His smiles too perfect to describe), "I promise I wont laugh at you bitch. Now just take it off." Devin always liked to cuss and me and him were always calling each other bitch, slut, hoe, fucker, and more. 

"Shut up! Ok fine." I quickly took off my shirt. 

I felt intimidated, shy, and embarrassed because my body wasn't as toned or muscular than Devin's. I was muscular yet my body was slightly toned and not as defined. 

"See was it that hard?" 

"Its just my body isn't as good as yours." 

I stood there naked, feeling awkward. 

"Nigga I could care less." He said and smiled. He came up to me and kissed me once more; I could feel those soft, luscious lips on mine once more. He moved his body closer to mine and began taking off my shorts and underwear, still engaged in our passionate kiss. My shorts and underwear fell flat on the ground. I then moved my hands to his jeans, unbuckled his belt, and slowly grabbed both his underwear and jeans and slide them off. I stopped kissing him and I looked at him, he licked his lower lip and bit it. God he is so fuckin sexy. I thought to myself. I stood back so I could finally see Devin fully naked. 

As he continued to removed his jeans and underwear, I was in a state of awe and arousal as I saw Devin naked. The light shone of his yellow bronze skin, making it gleam, his body was so tight and lean with muscle. Devin's broad chest was shaped perfectly; stamped with dark brown nipples, his six-pack chiseled to perfect, and that "v-line" (ugh that sexy ass "v-line") was defined so well. My eyes examined his body, starting from his head, staring every detail of him, lower and lower my eyes began to travel, until reaching his "v-line" that trailed itself to his dick and balls. Damn this boy is fuckin hung. He's huge! I screamed in my head. 

His dick was cut and was a slightly darker color shade of his skin, almost a medium brown. His pubic hair was trimmed and shaped, his balls were heavy and hung low, and his soft dick hung beautifully (around 6 inches in length). All supported by big slightly hairy, well-built legs. 

Once he was finished taking off his jeans and underwear, we both stood there naked. I walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and both Devin and I stepped into the bath tub; the warm water ankle high. I lifted up the dial and the shower turned on. Both Devin and I kissed each other, holding each other as if we never wanted to left go, as the water from the shower head fell onto us. We stopped and looked at each other, I turned around grabbed the soap and rag from the shower shelf, and began washing Devin's body. He smiled as I began to wash his abs and chest, feeling every muscle move and flex, slowly did I move upwards and began washing his arms. 

Devin then took the soap and rag from me and began to wash me. I could feel the smooth velvet sensation of the rag and soap gliding across my brown skin. He motioned me to turn around, and so I did, then he began to wash my back gently. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, slowly did he wash my back and slowly did he lower the rag and soap. He then reached my plump ass and began to wash it, with slow rhythmic motions, he washed. He wiped some soap around his left hand and slid it down my ass crack; his large hands went up and down my ass, He stopped and curled his middle finger to my asshole and massaged it. I lifted my head back as the sudden rush of pleasure filled me, Devin then came closer to me and lightly kissed my shoulder, still massaging my hole, now firmly. Devin then wiped more soap around his hand and repeated the process of sliding down his hand to my ass crack and them curling his middle finger to my asshole and massaging it. However, he pressed his finger firmly into my asshole. The soap, acting like a lube, gently allowed his finger to slide itself into my asshole. But naturally my ass clenched from the invader, Devin noticing this, stuck his finger out and slapped my ass cheek hard. I moaned and whimpered from the firm smack. He whispered hoarsely, "Let me in nigga. Relax." I sighed, took a deep breath, and relaxed as I exhaled. Devin smothered his hand with more soap and repeated the process until his middle finger curled and inserted itself into my asshole. He whispered again in my ear, "Relax baby. Let me in." 

I took a deep breath and relaxed as I exhaled. I could feel the rush of water, from the shower head, fall onto my face. I could feel my asshole relax and in that quick moment, Devin's middle finger slid deeper into my ass. I gasped from the sudden intrusion, "Shit nigga! Aw fuck!" It didn't hurt since I've fingered myself before, it was just surprising since Devin's fingers were slightly thicker than mine. He moved his middle finger around, slowly moving his finger back and forth, finger fucking me. He wrapped his right arm around me as he fingered fucked me. He picked up the pace, and I moaned faster. He curled his finger once more, touching my inner walls. The sudden jolt of pain and pleasure came. He picked up the pace, and his finger was now moving in and out of my ass. "Ugh fuck Dev!" I moaned. My breathing became harder and faster, matching with his finger's strokes. Deeper and deeper his finger went into my ass. I tilted my head back and rested my head on Devin's shoulders. Words couldn't escape my mouth as my mind was now in a trance of pleasure. He picked up the pace once more, his finger now jamming into my ass. My asshole was now loose, allowing more of Devin's middle finger to sink deeper. The walls of my ass squeezed onto Devin's finger. Faster and faster he went. My moans became louder and my breathes were deeper. My right arm lifted itself back to grab Devin's head, grabbing it, while my left arm slammed itself on the shower wall. "Oh shit!" 

"Damn yo ass is tight!" 

"Fuck me nigga! Get that shit! Deeper nigga!" I screamed. 

He finger fucked me even faster. 

"I said deeper!" 

He finger fucked me still in the same pace.

I lowered my voice in a deep tone, almost animalistic, "DEEPER!" 

He finger fucked me hard and deep. I moaned and moaned.

Devin's right arm, that was wrapped around me drew my body closer to his. My dick was now hard as fuck. The rush of water from the shower head beat itself onto my head. 

Then all of sudden he stopped, slowly slowing down the movement of his finger. He stopped and gently stuck his finger out of my ass. He grabbed the soap and rag and washed my asshole. 

"Damn you keep your ass clean! I was expecting shit to come out." He said jokingly. 

"Naw...... I keep my shit clean." I tried to breath but my breaths were too hard to control. 

My body was now easing itself from the intense finger fuck. Damn my asshole feels like its on fire! Still washing my ass, he kissed me on the cheek. I turned around and smiled at him. I took the soap and rag from him placed it onto the water to wash it off and rubbed the soap onto the rag. I soon began washing Devin's body again. I moved closer to him, until we were chest to chest, and began scrubbing his right arm reaching down to his forearms, Devin then lowered his lips onto my neck. I quickly dropped the soap and flinched. Devin stopped and looked at me, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing it just my neck is....well its just that my neck is like my spot. You know?" 

"Oh shit really? Well can I kiss you there?" 

I smiled, "If you do....shit we might be fucking in this shower!" 

He smiled and bit his lip, "Shit I don't give fuck." He then lowered his lips onto my neck and kissed it. I moaned, from the sudden jolt of pleasure. Devin heard me moan, and soon started kissing my neck harder, nibbling at it, and licking it; once doing that. A sudden jolt turned into pure ecstasy, as I quickly grabbed Devin's head and back, pushing him closer to me as my moans soon became whimpers and small grunts. 

"Oh fuck nigga!", I screamed, "Devin you have to stop." My dick was beginning to get hard again from all the pleasure Devin was giving me. 

But Devin ignored me as he continued kissing my spot. My breaths became deep and hard, my eyes rolled back, and my dick was now solid. Devin raised his hand and slapped my ass hard, the smack noise echoed mixing itself with my moaning. Pain and pleasure soon transformed into pure bliss. Then he stopped. 

He kissed me and looked back, while holding. My breaths were still deep and heavy, my dick was now solid and pulsing. He looked at me and my dick and said, "Damn." 

"I told you....ugh....just wash me so we can get outta' here." 

"Naw this fun...." 

"You ever done anything like this with a guy?"

"Naw not really,...but I've seen some gay porn to get the idea," He touched my hard dick and began to lightly stroke it, "you hella hard, bruh." 

I gave him a crooked smile and fell to my knees. I grabbed his waist and motion his semi-hard dick to my face. I wrapped my hand around his dick and began to suck it. 

I could feel his dick begin to enlarge in my mouth. Devin rolled his eyes and titled his head, moaning loudly and breathed hard. My hot warm mouth swallowed his dick, squeezing his dick, back and forth my head went. Devin's left hand went on the back of my hand following the rhythmic motion as I sucked his dick. 

I quickly stopped, to gaze at his dick in fully glory. Oh my god! He's so fuckin huge! I thought. His dick was stood erect around 9 inches, 2 thick veins wrapped around his dick, pulsing from the recent pleasure it received. Devin looked down at me, frowning, "Why'd you stop?" 

I began lightly stroke his dick and smiled, "You're hella big. But calm down mah dude. Here sit down...." 

Devin carefully sat down in the bath tub, his dick hard and erect, pulsing from the recent blowjob I just gave him. Warm water still continued to flow and ran down my back, neck and head. Droplets of water fell from my face, as I lowered it to Devin's dick. I grabbed his warm dick with my hand, at the base, and lowered my warm wet mouth onto it. Slowly, in a rhythmic motion, I sucked his dick; licking it, spitting on it, and swirling my moist tongue all around his dick. Devin moaned and titled his head back, enjoying the sensation of my mouth massaging his dick. I stopped sucking his dick and began to lick his balls, then lifting them up and began licking the area between his balls and asshole. "Damn nigga, that shit feels hella good." 


A Knock on the Door



As a long time reader here at literotica, I never fully appreciated the comments section till I started to write. Any and all feedback is welcome. I'd like to get better at this, so please let me know what you liked and what you didn't after you've read this story... 

*****

There was a knock on the door. 

It was a too early for Claire to be home and even if it was her, it was unlike her to forget her key. So even though she had no idea who it could be, Lori was more than a little surprised to see a good looking young man at the door. He was about Claire's age, 19 or 20 and looked familiar, but more important than that, he looked upset.

"Um, can I help you?" Lori said as she opened the door. He looked over his shoulder, almost paranoid.

"Hi Miss Reynolds. I don't know if you remember me, I cleaned your gutters last fall. Andy, Andy Parks." he introduced himself.

"Of course. Andy" She was being polite, as she had no clear recollection of him. "What can I do for you?"

"This is going to sound weird, but can I hang out on your back porch for a while?" he asked

"Pardon?" she said, confused.

"Well, there is a group of guys trying to beat me up, and I need a place to hide." he explained. 

She didn't see anyone else around, but rather than risk him getting beaten up, she invited him inside. "Come inside, what is this all about?" 

Andy stepped inside and as the door close she could she him visibly relax a bit. Not fully, the guy was a wound up coil, but he wasn't as tightly wound once he was inside. "Put down your bag a second, and explain this to me."

"A bunch of guys at the gym are trying to beat me up, and I need a place to hide for a few hours. I'll leave you be, I've got a book to read and everything." he explained. 

Lori was confused. "Why don't you just call the cops?"

"I dunno, that seems a bit extreme." he said

"More extreme then wanting to hang out in a stranger's backyard?" she inquired. 

"I guess not. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have bothered you. I just remembered this place as I was passing and thought Claire might be home." He began to pick up his bag, as if to leave. 

Lori stopped him "You know Claire?" 

"Of course. We went to school together till last June. I did that science project with her back in grade ten? We ruined your kitchen table."

"Oh god, the volcano! Andy, I didn't recognize you at all" He had changed a lot since grade ten. He was a good looking man now.

"Come, sit. Tell me what is going on"

They moved to the living room, she sat him beside him on the couch.

"It's a long story, but basically a whole bunch of guys want to kick the crap out of me, and a couple of them know where I work and where I live, so I need a place they don't know about till they give up and go home." he told her. 

"Why? What could you have possibly done to make them want to hurt you?" she asked. 

"Its kind of embarrassing, one of their girlfriends broke up with them and they are blaming me."

"But why? What did you do?" She pressed.

"Nothing I swear." and he meant it. "It's just that Gary's girlfriend got nasty and compared him to me, and then her friend confirmed it and then other girls were asking. which upset their boyfriends."

"Whoa there partner. Let's back up a step, confirmed what exactly?" She asked, already lost in his explanation. 

"Ummm..." he stalled. 

"Andy?"

"That's kinda the embarrassing bit." he admitted.

"Andy, I have raised a child, which I had, on my own, at 16. I have heard, seen or experienced everything. I'll bet you anything, whatever it is, I've already dealt with it a dozen times in my life." she assured him. 

He pondered for a moment, clearly reluctant to share the details. "Okay, but I'm only saying this cause you asked, not cause I'm bragging on anything."

"Sure" Lori had no idea what he was talking about, but if that disclaimer made him feel better, so be it.

"I have a large..." He looked down, unable to make eye contact with her. "a large penis."

Lori's eyebrows shot up, caught off guard. "Let me get this straight, There are a bunch of guys, trying to beat you up because their girlfriends said you have a large penis?"

"Pretty much." He confirmed, still unable to make eye contact with her. 

Lori let out a long breath. "Okay, that's a new one. I'll give you that."

"The girlfriend was real nasty, saying they were all boys with uh, small penises and she was going to find herself a real man. With a, umm bigger penis, and things escalated quickly from there." he continued.

She eyed him warily. His story was ridiculous, but to the point that she couldn't actually imagine he would make such a thing up.

"Is it cool if I hang out here for a few hours?" he asked. 

She considered how to handle this situation for a moment, then she had a wicked thought. "Well that was quite the tale there buster, but I'm not buying it."

"Well I kinda cleaned up the language a bit." he said, sheepishly. 

She laughed "I kinda figured, I'll tell you what, if you can prove your story is true, you can stay in here and watch TV with me."

Andy was confused. Being able to stay inside would be great, he wasn't exactly dressed to be outside for an extended period. And hanging out with Claire's sexy mom would be amazing, but how could he prove it?

"I suppose we could call one of the girls, I mean Claire might know a couple of them." 

"Andy, sweetie, you're over thinking it. Just give me a quick peek and we're good."

"A quick peek?" he asked

"Yeah, just a for a second, so I know you're telling the truth." he told him. 

Andy was confused.

"So what do you say?" She asked.

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean ma'am."

Lori laughed. She forgot how awkward young men could be. Clearly, she was going to have to take control. "Your dick Andy. I need to see your dick."

Andy had fantasized about this sort of thing. The day he cleaned the gutters, Lori had been wearing a sun dress when a gust of wind exposed her panties for just a second. That had led to several masturbatory sessions thinking of her. In fact this conversation was already good for several more. The idea of actually showing her his penis though...

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." he told her.

"Andy, I'm going to level with you. I don't have a lot of time to waste on this. I'm an unmarried woman who lives with her daughter. I can't have a man I don't trust, hanging around my house." She gave him an ultimatum. "You can show me your dick, prove your story is for real. Or you don't, and out you go. It's that simple."

Andy was embarrassed. He couldn't just whip it out, but he also couldn't go back outside knowing those guys could kick the shit out of him.

"Umm... can't I just sit on your back porch. just for an hour?" he asked, desperately. 

"Andy, you don't have to do anything here, I'm not about to make you... but you can't stick around here unless I'm comfortable you're not some kinda liar or creep." she told him. 

"Maybe we could call Claire, I'm sure she'll vouch for me." he suggested.

Lori dismissed him, "No dice. She'll be in transit at this point, and won't b able to answer her phone." 

"Ummm." he tried to think of something else to say or do. 

"Andy, I think its time for you to go." she informed him, secretly hoping to force the issue. 

"No, no. there is like 13 of them out there. I'll do it. I'll show it to you." he relented. 

She smiled. It was a ridiculous thing to do to the poor guy, but she did need to know if he was lying... and it had been a while since she'd seen a cock, so she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by.

Andy mentally prepared himself. Or rather he tried to, the reality was he had no reference point for something like this. 

"Um, should I...?"

"Right here is fine." she told him.

He stood up. From this vantage point he could see down her top a bit. He didn't think she was wearing a bra. She looked up at him, her large brown eyes were gorgeous but the look on her face was one of impatience. 

He undid his belt, the feeling of embarrassment growing.

He undid the button in his jeans, 

then the zipper.

He reached in, got ahold of his member and took a deep breath...

he couldn't believe he was going to do this. 

He pulled it out. He let go of it, and put his hands behind his back.

Lori whistled, low and quiet. His cock was large. Really large. And it wasn't even hard yet she thought. As she had suspected, he was likely telling the truth about everything. 

Oh god, he thought. She's not saying anything. Why isn't she saying anything? This was her idea. Oh god. Maybe it isn't that big, maybe she thinks I was lying. What do I do? he panicked.

"It gets bigger, I swear. I just have to...y'know." he struggled to find the words. 

Lori smiled. Without meaning to, he had just offered to masturbate for her. 

"Andy, I believe you. there's no need to...y'know. not that I don't appreciate the offer."

"Oh god no, I didn't, I mean..." Now Andy was even more embarrassed. 

"Relax already. I've seen a guy jerk off before." She laughed. "You don't get a kid at 16 with being at least somewhat familiar with cocks."

He laughed and thanked god she was being so cool about this. It was still weird, but it was nice she was trying to put him at ease.

"You can stick around as late as you need to, don't worry about that." she told him. 

"Thanks ma'am." he said, awkwardly.

"Enough with the ma'am already, I'm 36, not 63."

"Sorry ma...I mean sorry Miss Reynolds."

As odd as his story was, she believed him. She actually hadn't doubted it, and now she was having a bit of fun with him. How long could she maintain the conversation? How long would he just stand there with his cock hanging out.?

At the same time Andy was wondering when to put his cock away. He didn't want to just grab it while she was looking at him, that seemed rude, but she was still talking. What if she said something sexy? What if he got an erection while talking to her? And once that thought jumped into his head, it wouldn't leave. 

Shit, shit, shit! he thought. He was getting a "semi".

Lori noticed it immediately, his dick was getting bigger. She hadn't seen one in a while, and hadn't seen one this big since her slutty teenage years. She was an adult now, she was a responsible and upstanding member of the community, but deep down she really missed her slutty years.

She liked sex and that was all there was to it. When she had Claire, she put her needs aside, well for the most part (there had been a couple of relapses, but not many)

But Claire was 20 now about to go off to college. Maybe it was finally time to put her needs first again

Looking up at him, she asked. "Andy, can I ask you a question?" 

"Sure, Miss Reynolds." He said, still trying to figure out how to put his dick back in his pants. 

"It's kind of personal, so feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but how did you manage in gym class."

"You mean grades wise?" He started "I was..."

"No sweetie." She interrupted "I mean how did you manage sports with...well with such a large piece of equipment."

Shit, he thought, if she kept talking about his dick again, he was going to get a full on hard on. "I umm, I tended to wear briefs and boxers under my gym shorts."

"Wasn't that confining?" She inquired "I mean, putting something that big into an enclosed space... it tends to hurt, which is why I don't wear a bra anymore."

Oh god, he thought. His dick was definitely getting hard. Why the fuck did she just say she doesn't wear a bra? Doesn't she know what that was doing to him?

Lori smiled some more. His cock was definitely growing. This was so unfair to the guy, but it was fun as all hell. Plus, she was pretty sure he'd forgive soon enough. The thought of what she was about to do made her nipples stiffen.

"Uh, a bit but I kinda got used to it. It was better than the alternative I guess." he admitted. 

"Still, I've seen Claire and her friends in that gym uniform. That many young women, in those short shorts and tight tops, running around." She drew quite the mental picture for him. "You must have been perpetually hard." 

Why is she talking like this, he asked himself. He was having trouble maintaining eye contact with her, he was so embarrassed. His gaze lowered, and he could clearly see her nipples through her T-shirt. His cock continued to stiffen, he was well on his way to a full hard on.

"Um, no. not really." he tried to deny it. 

"Not really? A young man in his sexual prime, being surrounded by that many girls that, showing off even a little bit of leg? Andy you're a terrible liar." she told him.

"No, I just..." oh god he thought, he did not like where this conversation was going.

"You just what?" he pressed

"I...I'd rather not say." 

"Andy? Did you masturbate before gym class?" she asked, point blank. 

"No...I..."

"It's okay. One of the things you're going to learn when you get older, is to not be ashamed of something everybody does. And everybody masturbates Andy. Everyone." She told him. 

"Um...okay" he managed.

"Andy, relax. This isn't a test. I already know you masturbate. Just like you know I masturbate. Really, it's not that big a deal. We can talk, like this, as adults, knowing we both pleasure ourselves." She was having fun trying to work the word masturbate into conversation as much as possible.

Andy was rock hard at this point. It was completely Lori's fault, and she knew it. His dick was sticking up and out, directly at her. It was all she could do to not just reach out and grab it.

"Um, sure. I guess that's true." he really didn't know what else to say.

"So the question still stands...did you masturbate before every gym class? I mean, you had to have." He was at a loss for words, luckily she just didn't stop talking so it wasn't much of an issue.

"If you didn't, your cock here would have been either poking down your leg and out the bottoms of your gym shorts, or up overtop the waist band."

She reached up, and just before he touched him. "Excuse me a second, while I check this" and with that she used the tip of a single finger to push his cock up and against him. The head of his cock was well past the top of his pants.

"See. There is no way you could have held back a boner with so many nubile girls running around, your stiffie here wouldn't have stayed in your shorts."

She let go, and his dick bounced down, once again pointing right at her.

"So I guess the question really isn't did you masturbate, but rather, what did you masturbate to? You probably had to go into the bathroom stall. Did you have pornography on your phone?" She didn't give him a chance to answer "No, you would not have been able to risk the noise I'll bet, so photos?"

"umm, I actually don't have a smart phone" Which was true, and nicely avoided him admitting that he had indeed masturbated before gym class every day for the last couple of years.

"Oh you poor boy. Then you were just having to use your imagination? I know how visual guys are, that must have been difficult to do everyday. When I was your age, I used to have a boyfriend of sorts that needed to at least see my tits before he could cum. I can't imagine you having to pump away, so secretly, with nothing to help you."

"Can I ask you another question?" she continued.

Andy's head was spinning. His cock was rock hard, and her brief contact with it had really gotten him going. This talk about masturbation was killing him.

"What did you think about?" she asked.

"Um, I really...Miss Reynolds, I'd rather not, you know..."

"Oh come on, give me a cheap thrill. I haven't had a date in forever, what is it that gets a guy like you going these days?" she asked

"Ummm I dunno" he mumbled.

"Was it a specific girl? Or all of them? Did ever picture several of them at the same time? Playing with your johnson, or maybe with each other?"

He could have answered to yes to everything she had said. He had, of course had many different fantasies

"Or was it a teacher? Maybe an older woman does it for you. Someone who knows how to handle a cock like this, and would show you how to use it on her? I bet that was it! Did you ever stroke your penis, while thinking about an experienced woman going to town on it? Did you ever think of a woman, like me might grab a hold of it?"

She reached up and did exactly that. She began stroking his cock, slow and steady.

"Oh god." he said.

"Did you ever thing about that Andy?" She gave him a playful squeeze, prompting him to answer. 

"Yes." he said

"Yes Miss Reynolds" she corrected him.

"Yes Miss Reynolds. I thought about all those things." he admitted.

"Did you ever think of me Andy? Did you ever whack off thinking about me?"

She sped up her hand as answered, making it harder to for him to talk. "Yesss, god yes. That feels amazing."

"What did you think about specifically? Was it my hand around your cock like this, or was it more?" she teased.

"It was..ahhhh, it was more." he was having issues speaking.

"Tell me Andy, tell me specifically or I'll stop. I'll stop and you won't get to cum."

That was the worst thing he could hear. He was already desperate for a release, and was willing to do anything she asked to get it.

"I..ahhh, I pictured you...in your sundress. The wind, oh yess..." He was unable to talk for a moment as she began twisting around the head of his cock. "...blows your dress up, and you, ahhhhh, weren't wearing panties."

"My panties?!" She feigned shock "Do you want to see my panties now?"

"Oh god yes!" he practically yelled. 

She let go of his manhood and stood up. She turned and bent over so her heart shaped ass faced him. Her pants read "Juicy" on them, but no sooner had he read that then she was slipping her waist band over the curve of her butt. Her cheeks were toned, and her skimpy panties were black and frilly. 

She stepped out of her pants and turned around. The front view was even better. Her legs were long and smooth, the front of her panties, barely there. He could see she had a neatly trimmed bush through the sheer material.

"So in this little fantasy of yours, was the wind the only thing blowing?" she asked.

"God no, you got down in your knees and..." he told her.

"Like this?" she interrupted him, dropping to her knees.

"Yes...oh god yes." Andy was unbelievably excited. He knew he needed to calm down or risk blowing his load to quickly.

"What happened next Andy. What did Miss Reynolds do for you in your fantasy." She asked, her breath on his cock.

"She...You, took off your top."

"Like this?" she grabbed the hem of her shirt and began rolling it up deliberately slowly. Her midriff was sexy as hell. When she reach the swell of her ample breasts, just far enough that he could see her the lower half of her tits, but her nipples were still covered, she stopped. She looked up at him and asked. "Was fantasy Miss Reynolds a slut?"

"Uum..." He knew how he wanted to answer, but even now he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Luckily, just as before, she continued talking so it wasn't an issue. "Did she show you her tits? Was she a dirty slut that got naked for you?" She asked.

Lori rolled her shirt up over her breasts. She pinched her nipples, and looked up at Andy. Her eyes as wide, and with as innocent a voice as she could muster, she asked him. 

"You don't really think I'm a slut do you?

"No, no of course not." he assured her. 

"But your fantasy Miss Reynolds, she was a slut right?"

"Um...yeah."

"Why don't I just pretend to be your slutty Miss Reynolds then." she offered. 

Her logic was flawed, but if a gorgeous brunette was looking for an excuse to act like a slut for him, He wasn't going to say anything to contradict her.




A Knock on the Door



"What did the slut do next?" she asked.

"After you were naked, you..." He decided to just go for it "...well, you put it in your mouth."

"This thing!?" she grabbed his cock at the base. "I don't think that that this would fit in my mouth! But I supposed a slutty Miss Reynolds would at least try. She'd probably want to."

She was laying it on a bit thick, but he was a young man and she knew young men often liked to feel a sense of power, even if they were too scared to actually take control. She figured the more innocent she acted, the more he'd enjoy it.

"Here goes." she lowered her head, mouth opened wide and swallowed as much of his cock as she possibly could. As his cock filled her mouth, she realized how much she missed this. It was as much the feeling of "naughty-ness" as anything. Good girls don't put cocks in their mouths. A proper lady would never do this. And that was the appeal. She didn't need to be a properly lady, she didn't need to be responsible, she could be irresponsible, she could just be a dirty, little slut and she missed that freedom.

She looked up at Andy, and pushed forward, gaging almost immediately. She backed off a bit, but kept his cock in her mouth.

"Ithh suuu iggggg" she tried to say.

She pulled off it completely, but resumed stroking it.

"Did slutty miss Reynolds get all the way down?" she asked, innocently.

"Yes...but that's okay." Andy wasn't that experienced, but he knew he was too big to reasonable expect a woman to deep throat him. 

"No, I want to try again." Lori dove back on his cock before he could object. Not that he was going to.

She made it a little father, but not much before she started to gag.

"I'm sorry Andy" she said before licking his shaft quickly. "It's just..." she sucked the tip into her mouth and released it. "...too big!" 

And then she devoured his cock again. 

It was like she was trying to lick and suck and talk all at the same time, alternating between all three as quickly as she could. 

"I want to..." slurp, 

"be a..." lick, 

"proper slut..." lick, slurp 

"for you." slurp, slurp, slurp

Andy couldn't believe it. He was getting a killer blowjob and the gorgeous woman doing it was apologizing for not doing it better!

She stopped sucking just long enough to ask him, "What happened next? What else did slutty Miss Reynolds do?" Then she resumed bobbing her head up and down his cock as much and as fast as she could. 

Andy couldn't speak, the feeling in his testicles building. 

"Did she lick you balls?" she asked. Without waiting for and answer she licked his balls and stroked his cock with her hand. After just a few licks, she sucked a ball into her mouth, and began to hum.

"Hhhmmmmm"

The vibrations were too much, it felt the best he had ever felt in his life. 

"Oh god, that's it, I'm close." he warned her.

She released the ball from her mouth, but continued to stroke him.

"Where did you cum with the slutty Miss Reynolds?" she asked.

"Um, I...I dunno." her told her.

She gripped his cock tighter, and pumped her hand up and down.

"Andy, tell me where." she ordered.

"I can't..."

"Tell Me!" she barked, pumping him as fast as she could.

"Your face!" he yelled. "I came on your fucking face." She began to sit up and point his cock at her face, when he erupted. The cum splashed on her lips and cheek as she was still trying to aim his cock. A second spurt hit her forehead. a gooey string trailing into her hair. 

"Fuuuuck." he groaned as yet another spurt hit her, this time the other cheek. "Oh Andy." She said and then engulfed his cock once more. 

He looked down at Miss Reynolds. There were streaks of jizz all over her face. Her beautiful eyes wide and looking up at him as she sucked the last of his cum straight out of him. He reached down and stroked her hair. He caught their reflection in a wall mirror. The sight of the gorgeous, black haired beauty, topless in black panties, and on her knees sucking him was amazing, it was literally a dream come true. He smiled a her, it was probably the happiest he ever felt, and he wanted that feeling to last forever. Which is probably why he hadn't heard the front door when it opened.

Claire walked in the house and stopped dead 

"Mom, I was... Andy?!"



A Knock on the Door Pt. 02



I really appreciate the response the first chapter got. Hadn't planned on any more, but then a comment by a reader about Andy needing to stay the night inspired more story.

(So keep the feedback coming, might lead to more)

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Claire was fuming. It was nearly 1 am as she laid on top of her bed, in just a t-shirt and panties, staring at the ceiling and mad as hell at her mother.

Hours earlier Claire had walked in on her mother and Andy, a former classmate of hers in the middle of...well, she wasn't sure exactly what they were doing, but between Andy diving behind the couch holding his pants and her mother scrambling to pull her clothes back on, she knew it had been something sexual. She was just too inexperienced to know exactly what.

Claire just couldn't get over the fact that her mother had been fooling around with a guy nearly half her age. Who does that? She asked herself in disgust.

Who the hell does she think she is? Lori thought. Much like her daughter downstairs, Lori was in her 2nd floor bedroom, angry. She was actually fluctuating between 3 emotions. Embarrassed (that Claire had caught her pretty much naked with Andy), frustrated (that she hadn't gotten to fuck Andy like she had planned) and angry (at Claire for being so unreasonable over the whole thing).

Where the hell does Claire get off being mad at me? Lori thought. She'd pretty much put her life on hold to raise her and this was the first time she'd had a man in the house, sexually speaking. Not that Andy was really a man, he was barely 20.

Andy had stopped by earlier that day, hiding from a gang of guys that were trying to beat him up, jealous of his large penis of all reasons. Lori had taken him in, and when she found out why they were after him, she had insisted he prove his story by showing her his dick. One thing had led to another, and while Lori had managed to get him off once, she hadn't yet gotten to fuck him like she had planned. So she was frustrated.

She had assumed that his age and seemingly lack of experience meant he lacked stamina, her plan had been to make him cum once and to fuck him senseless as soon as he'd recovered. Claire had ruined that by coming home just after he had blown his load on her face. Lori sighed, now back in the midst of her frustrated phase.

Back in her first floor bedroom, Claire turned on her side. Why the hell is mom fooling around with a guy my age anyway? She asked herself. I'm the one that should be doing that, not her!

But Claire wasn't that one doing that. She hadn't ever fooled around with anybody, in fact she hardly ever even dated. It wasn't that she couldn't if she wanted to though. She wasn't "HOT" like her mom, but she was pretty cute with her long brunette hair, and her smallish but perky breasts. It's just that she had focused on school more than boys so it was very unusual to have one in the house.

Which is why she flipped out at dinner.

Earlier that evening, Lori had tried to calm things between all three of them over a pizza dinner. Claire had been hostile towards Lori and polite, if not friendly to Andy. It had been a quiet, tense meal until Lori had spoken up.

"Andy, since it's probably not safe for you to go home yet, you're welcome to stay the night." Lori offered.

"WHAT?!" Claire had yelled before he could respond. "He's staying the night?!"

"Yes Claire. Andy is staying the night. Unless you think it's acceptable to send him out there, when a dozen guys are going to kick his ass." Lori shot back.

"A dozen guys? There are a dozen guys after you?" Claire said, unconvinced. "What did you do, rob a soccer team?"

"Um, it might not be that many, I mean, I didn't really stick around after the first six chased me, but Gary yelled he was going to get the football team after me about the time I turned the corner over on fifth" Andy explained.

"Why? What did you do?" Claire demanded.

"What he did doesn't matter..." Lori cut things off before he could answer "...what matters is he's here, and he's safe and he's going to stay that way so long as I can help it."

"FINE. But he better not be staying in your bed." Claire told her mom.

"THAT WAS OVER THE LINE, young lady. Apologize. Right now." Lori demanded through gritted teeth.

"Or what?" she asked.

"Or go to your room." Lori told her.

"My room? What I am 16? You can't send me to my room." Claire argued.

"You may be 19, but you're acting like a petulant child, so yeah, I can." She shot back.

Claire stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door to her room closed. She heard her mom apologize to Andy, and later she thought she heard the two of them watch a bit of tv. At the time it made her even more furious, thinking they were just hanging out. On the couch. Like nothing had happened. Almost if they were on a date!

Laying on her side now, she tried to get angry at Andy too.

What the hell is he doing in my house? She thought.

Why had he been fooling around with her mom? Well, part of that she could answer, even she knew men found her mom very sexy. But why would her mom fool around with Andy? It didn't make any sense... Unless the rumours about Andy were true.

Her friend Sandy once said he was hung like a horse, though how she knew that was anybody's guess, Sandy dated less than Claire did. And Andy wasn't exactly known as the popular kid in school.

Claire started to wonder if maybe the rumour was true. It was the only thing that made sense. It wasn't like her mom to have men over, in fact she couldn't recall a single time a man had spent the night.

But Andy was here.

And he wasn't that far away, just out her bedroom door and in the living room. She absent-mindedly ran her hand over her panties. When you got right down to it, she thought, there was a man, asleep just a few feet away. That was a kind of exciting thought.

Lori rolled to her side, back in the embarrassed phase of her fluctuations. She was chastising herself for being so stupid as to have man in the house. She never had men in the house, not on dates and definitely not overnight. And for Claire to have walked in on them...

"Oh god" she said aloud. "I'm the worst mother ever."

Claire had been so shocked by her mother's nudity that Lori was fairly certain she hadn't registered Andy's spunk all over her before she had been able to clean most of it off.

And with that thought, she slide back into frustration. Andy's spunk. She had basically acted like a whore for him, yet hadn't gotten off herself. It had been a long time since she'd been fucked and longer still since she'd been fucked by a cock like Andy's.

Watching tv after dinner with him had been tense and awkward. Lori had tried being casual, but was still so horny that she had seriously contemplated just taking him upstairs and having her way with him, Claire be damned. But things were bad enough between the two of them that eventually Lori made up the couch for Andy and headed off to her room alone.

She had originally planned on masturbating but then her mind had started racing all over the place and she never really got started.

Lying there now though, she was frustrated and angry and needed some release. And Andy was downstairs now. Fully recuperated and available.

"Fuck her." Lori said about her daughter. "I deserve this."

She got up and started going through her closet for some lingerie.

Andy was fast asleep on the couch when Claire walked into the room. The blanket that he must have had on at one point was on the floor, and even in the darkness she could see he was just wearing boxers. As she approached, she tripped on something and fell. From the floor she reached over to see what it was, his shirt and jeans, when the lamp on the end table clicked on.

"Cl...Claire?" Andy asked, half asleep and eyes squinting to adjust to the light.

"Yeah, it's me." She responded.

"Wha... uhh, what's going on?" he asked.

"Umm, nothing. What's going on with you?" It was a ridiculous question, but she was nervous and scared (and a little excited). Luckily he was too asleep to register what was going on even as he replied.

"Just umm, just sleeping."

His eyes began to adjust to the light. She hadn't gotten up yet, and the bottom of her baggy t-shirt had rolled up to her midriff when she fell. Her legs and naval exposed meant he got a good look at a generous amount of her skin as well as her blue panties. Her chest was still well covered but the nipples on her perky breasts were poking through the material.

She picked herself up and ask hesitantly "...is it true? Umm, what they say about you?"

"Is what true?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"That you have... y'know, a big..." Claire was having trouble finishing the sentence. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, which drew his attention back down to her smooth legs and panties.

"Oh. That." He said, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Yeah. That." She giggled nervously, pointing at his boxers.

"Umm, yeah. I guess." He admitted, not sure what to say.

"I'm... I'm sorry about earlier. It was a bit of a shock." She told him.

"Yeah of course, I get it. I'm, I'm sorry too, for what it's worth." He told her, shifting so he was sitting up.

"So..." she sat down beside him. "Can I... Can I see it?"

"Um, see what?" He asked.

"Your..." She pointed to his boxers again. "...penis." She said, as if trying out the word for the first time.

"Um, I uuhhh. I guess." He told her, still stumbling over his words.

The two stared at each other, Claire smiling excitedly, him smiling awkwardly. He couldn't believe it, for the second time in less than a day, he was having to pull his dick out in the Reynolds living room. He looked away from her and reached in. His hand wrapped around his cock, already stiffening, and with a deep breath he pulled it out for her to see.

"Holy shit." She exclaimed. "Sorry, I've never... it's...wow.'

"Um, okay." He said, lost about what to do.

"Can I... Is it okay if I touch it?" she asked, her arm already reaching for his cock.

"Yeah." He told her.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, tentatively. Squeezing ever so gently. His large member in her small hands made it seem even bigger.

"It's not hard. I mean, it is but..." she looked down at it, fascinated. "Does this feel good?"

"Yeah. You can, uhh, squeeze harder if you want." He suggested.

She tightened her grip, and his body stiffened.

"Not that much." He barked.

"Shhhh. You'll wake my mom." She whispered.

She adjusted her grip, so it was firm, but not too tight. "Sorry. How is this?"

"Yeah, that's nice." He encouraged her. "You can, I mean if you want, you can move your, umm, hand. Up and down I mean."

"Yeah, okay." She said, nervously. She hadn't planned on more than sneaking a peek at his crotch while he slept, but now that she was holding it, she was curious about it.

She wasn't completely naïve, she knew what a hand job was, but there was a huge difference between seeing one online and performing one yourself.

She started moving her hand up and down his huge dick. At first she only went as far up and down as the skin would allow, but fairly quickly realized she could loosen her grip and slide her hand all the way to the tip. Andy's soft groaning when she did that encouraged her to continue exploring up and down.

"Fuck, that feels nice." Andy told her, as he stared at her hand, jacking him off.

Claire, leaned in to his side and asked "Can I kiss you?'

"YES." He answered, before she had barely finished the sentence.

She stopped her movements and he turned to look at her face.

"I meant on the lips." She told him.

"Oh." He said without thinking, disappointed he wouldn't be getting another blowjob. A second later he caught himself. Claire, the cute girl from science class, wanted to kiss him while giving him a hand job, why would that be disappointing?

"I mean, yeah. That'd be nice." He told her.

She leaned into him and they kissed. Gently, mouths closed at first. Then she stuck her tongue in his mouth, and he responded by doing the same back.

Upstairs, Lori slipped on her pink baby doll nightie. She was tempted to put on the sheer black teddy she had, but figured that might be too much for poor Andy. She wanted him ready to go, not squirting his load as soon as he saw her. The baby doll was modest enough but still undeniably sexy. She walked down the hall, smiling at the thought of finally getting that cock inside of her.

At the top of the stairs she could see that there was a light on in the living room. She cursed herself, if Andy was awake and masturbating, she was going to be annoyed. She couldn't blame the guy, he had just gotten what was probably his first blowjob and was still in the same house as the sexy older woman who had given it to him. He was young and full of sexual energy, so it was understandable.

Ah well, she thought, he was still young enough that even if it took a bit of foreplay, odds were that he'd be ready to go again soon enough.

She crept down the stairs, but stopped dead at the landing. She could see into the living from there. Claire's back was to her, and it was blocking the view to most of Andy, but there was no doubt that she was kissing him while giving him a hand job.

On one hand, she was relieved that her daughter wasn't doing anything that risked pregnancy, but on the other, she was furious, having been cock blocked a second time by her own flesh and blood.

She watched for just a moment before deciding it was probably a good thing for her daughter, who sometimes was too introverted for her own good. At the very least, she thought, this means Claire can't be mad at me any longer.

She climbed back up the stairs, and when she reached her room she decided it she would simply wait. Andy was young, he would recuperate quickly. She still had hours to fuck that wonderful cock of his.

In the living room, Claire and Andy's kissing was getting quite passionate. Her hand tightened around his shaft and she sped up her movements up and down his cock.

"Claire." He moaned through their kissing.

"Oh Andy." She moaned back.

"No. Claire. I'm gonna..." he pulled away from her.

"What, what's the matter?" she asked, her hand stopping as she tried to figured out what she had done wrong.

"Please, don't stop." he begged

"I'm going to, I'm gonna...cum." He admitted, embarrassed.

"Oh." she said, pleasantly surprised. Claire hadn't realized he'd been enjoying it that much. She took hold of his cock once more and redoubled her efforts. Her hand was a blur as she pumped his cock up and down.

"Oh god. OH GOD." He whimpered, trying not to yell.

"Let me see it spurt." Claire told him. "I want to see you spurt."

A low moan from his throat built up for several seconds till finally, with her hand still pumping away, he gave her the spurts she was asking for. She watched him cum, shooting onto his stomach several times.

Claire continued to milk him as his orgasm subsided, enjoying the feeling of the warm cum that dribbled down his shaft and between her fingers.

"Okay, okay." He squirmed, suddenly more sensitive than before he came. She reluctantly let go.

He caught his breath, and looked at Claire.

"Thank you for that." He told her. She leaned in and they kissed once more, than she got up without a word.

Andy watched, her panties peeking out from under her shirt as she headed into the kitchen where, once out of his eye line, she examined his fluids more closely before washing her hands in the sink.

When she walked back out and to her bedroom, he was still looking at her. She blew him a kiss good night and closed her door.

Lori was still wide awake as the clock clicked over to 2:59 am. Still horny and frustrated, she had promised herself that she wouldn't sneak downstairs till 3am, figuring Claire would be sound asleep by then. Andy would be too, but given she was planning on fucking him senseless, she didn't think he'd mind being woken up. She just had to make sure Claire didn't find out about it.

What a lucky kid, she thought. Barely 20 and he'd had his dick played with by both Reynolds women in the same day. But enough was enough, it was almost time for Lori to get what was coming to her. Andy's big cock.

Lori stood up as the clock hit 3 am. She looked at herself in the mirror. The pink baby doll nightie and matching panties made her feel sexy, and she was sure Andy would agree. She slipped down the hall and started down the stairs. Unlike the last time she made this journey, the lights in the living room were off, and Andy seemed to be fast asleep.

In her bedroom, Claire laid under the covers, unable to sleep, too excited from her first sexual experience a few hours earlier. She had just wanted a peek at Andy's penis, but had ended up using her hand to make him cum.

It was the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life. She couldn't stop thinking about it, her small hand barely fitting around his shaft, the warm feel of it when she squeezed it. She had relived the entire event in her head several times since leaving Andy to clean himself up.

Now she was beginning to fantasize about going back out and doing it again, or maybe more. Maybe this time she'd take off her t-shirt so he could kiss her breasts.

She threw down the covers and pulled her shirt up over her chest, exposing her perky breasts to the darkened room. They weren't nearly as big as her mothers, but they were firm and the nipples were stiff with her excitement. She caressed herself, pinching both nipples gently.

Standing over Andy in the darkness, Lori couldn't help but smile. He'd kicked the covers off, and even soft, she could make out the large bulge in his boxers. She hoped that after having cum twice, once by her mouth and presumably once by Claire's hand, he'd be ready and have the stamina to take her the way she had planned hours earlier. If anticipation made things better, then Andy's cock was probably going to be the greatest thing she'd ever have inside her.

"Andy." She whispered.

He didn't react, so she reached out and touched his bare shoulder. "Andy."

"Wha?" he said waking with a start.

"Cla...?" He rubbed his eyes clear to see Ms. Reynolds standing over him, in a sexy outfit. Her pink panties barely hidden under a partially sheer nightie, her cleavage wonderfully on display.

"Mrs. Reynolds? What's going on?" he asked.

"You have to come upstairs, sweetie." She told him.

"Why?" he asked, still shaking the sleep from his head.

"Because I'm going to fuck you and that gorgeous cock of yours." She told him, and held out a hand to help him up off the couch.

In her bedroom, Claire's hand began to make her way down her stomach. The same hand she had used to jack Andy off with. Her fingers found the waistband of her panties and she began to imagine Andy pulling them off. What if he had tried to use his fingers on her? Would she have let him touch her down there, just as she had touched him? Should she have? Probably not. She wasn't quite ready to take that step.

Well maybe that step, but that would probably lead to sex and she knew she wasn't ready for that. Certainly not with a cock as big as Andy's. Still, the very thought was exciting, more so because she knew he was so close, still asleep on the couch. One hand continued to fondle her breasts, while the other found their way inside her panties, and she began to touch herself. She imagined it was Andy's fingers. She was already wet with excitement so her finger slid between her lips easily and she murmured to herself breathlessly.

As Lori led Andy up the stairs, he stared at her ass. It was absolutely fantastic, and the tight pair of pink panties she was wearing were even better than the ones she had worn earlier that day. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.




A Knock on the Door Pt. 02



He had gotten a glimpse of her panties months ago and had masturbated to the memory of that image dozens of times. To be so close, to be able to enjoy watching her ass as she climbed the stairs was pure joy, never mind what was going to happen when they got to her bedroom.

At the landing, she stopped, let go of his hand and turned to him. He was already rock hard, which she took as a good sign.

"We have to be quiet, so we don't wake Claire, okay?" She told him. He nodded, afraid to say anything. She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock through his boxers. 

"That goes for you too." She said playfully before turning back around. Still holding his dick, she resumed climbing the stairs, leading him by the cock.

Lori led him into her bedroom. She closed the door as he walked to the bed, then turned to look at her. She dimmed the lights, enough to set the mood, but not so much that they couldn't see each other.

"Let me see it Andy." She told him. "Let me see that wonderful cock of yours again."

"Umm, okay." He said.

"I'm sorry we were interrupted before." She continued.

"That's okay." He told her. "It's not..., it's not like we um," Andy really wasn't sure what he was supposed to say.

"But it's not okay." She told him innocently. "You weren't actually finished with slutty Mrs. Reynolds...were you?"

"Um, No?" he said, more of a question then a statement.

"No, of course not. You wouldn't get your slutty Mrs. Reynolds excited, squirt all over her face, and then just leave, would you?" she asked, innocently.

"No." He assured her. In actuality, he wasn't sure what else he would have done. After he masturbated, he usually just cleaned up with some tissue and that was it. Having another person to consider hadn't been something he'd ever had to deal with before.

"Of course not. You're a good boy, aren't you?" She told him, as she walked over to where he stood. "You're a good boy and I'm your slutty Miss Reynolds, aren't I?"

Andy stood face to face with Lori, his large erection straining against his boxers, almost but not quite touching her panties.

"Let me see it." She repeated. "Let your slutty Miss Reynolds see that big cock. Then I'll show you my pussy."

Andy reached into his boxers, grabbed a hold his large cock and pulled it out for her to see. She looked down at it for a moment, then reached out and took hold of it with her hand.

"Oh yes." She see whispered. She stroked him a few times and then let go.

Andy's heart was racing. Her hands were so much more skilled then Claire's and it was disappointing she hadn't played with it more. His disappointment vanished however, when she began to pull down her panties.

Claire pulled her fingers out of her panties and hooked her thumbs around the waistband. She pulled them off and tossed them to the side. Her legs now free, she opened them wide. It felt like a dirty thing to do, even though it was dark and there was no one around to see. She shifted so that her open legs pointed towards the couch. It didn't make much sense, but it felt more exciting to her lust filled imagination. To know that all the separated Andy from seeing her most intimate area was a few walls. She slide her fingers between her lips again, and her breath sped up. She pictured him standing beside her, his huge cock hard just for her.

She imagined grabbing it and stroking it as she continued to stroke herself.

She pictured him sticking his cock in her mouth.

Wait. What?

She stopped all movement. Where had that thought come from? She had never thought about sucking a dick before in her life. The first time she had seen it, in a porno video, she'd been completely disgusted by it. What kinda of woman liked to put a cock in her mouth?

Lori released Andy's dick from her mouth and looked at him.

"It's so big. I still can't fit it all the way down." She told him.

Andy was sitting on the end of the bed and she was on her knees, her hands slowly pumping his cock.

"Lay back." She instructed him, and he shifted back and laid on the bed so she could climb up on top of him. They were face to face, her on her hands and knees, him flat on his back.

"Now promise Mrs. Reynolds you'll warn her before you cum." She told him.

He started to nod, but caught himself before they banged heads. They both chuckled at that close call.

"I need you to say it Andy." She told him.

"I promise Mrs. Reynolds. I'll tell you before I, um, cum." He shyly promised.

She reached down between her legs, and grabbed a hold of his cock by the base. She guided it to the entrance of her pussy, then slowly lowered herself.

"Fuck." She said as he entered her.

Andy laid motionless, as she slide down his cock a few more inches.

"Christ Andy." She exhaled. "It's fucking huge."

Claire had resumed masturbating, rubbing her clit with her fingers, but had not ventured inside herself yet. She thought about Andy's dick a bit more. It had felt really nice in her hand, but to put inside her? She couldn't imagine that. It was too big, wasn't it? She closed her eyes and pictured it as she dipped a finger inside, as deep as it would go. That felt nice. Then she tried it with two fingers. Then three. Fuck, three fingers was tight, and Andy's dick was thicker than that. She continued to pump three fingers in and out of her pussy, while using the other hand to play with her clit. He'd fill me up, she thought. His huge cock would fill me up.

Lori couldn't believe how full she felt. Her pussy felt like it stretching to it's limit taking in all of Andy.

"Fuck Andy. You've got a great cock." She told him.

"Oh Miss. Reynolds." Was all he could manage.

"Is this what you used to imagine Andy? Did you picture filling me up with this cock?" she asked him.

"yu, yes." He admitted.

Lori sped up her movements, riding him like she had fantasized for the last several hours. It was exactly what she had wanted, but now that it was really happening, she wanted more. She wanted him to flip her over and fuck her from behind, but she knew he was too timid to do that. She'd have to show him what to do when a woman got in this state, how sometimes it was okay being a bit rough.

Claire had fingers from one hand in her pussy while the other hand was pulling roughly at her nipple. It felt amazing. Suddenly she imagined Andy sticking his cock in her mouth again. This time though she didn't fight the thought. She could spend loads of time over analyzing it later. Right now, in her current state she just wanted to explore this feeling.

She continued to play with her pussy as she pictured Andy standing beside the bed. She imagined his huge cock inches from her face. She opened her mouth wide and even mimed holding his dick as she fantasized about taking his cock in her mouth, rubbing herself with the other hand all the while.

It was the filthiness sexual thing she had ever dreamed about, it was also the most exciting. She didn't want the feeling to end.

Lori had her end up, bent over the side of the bed. Andy was standing behind her, thanking God for whatever he had done that lead him to this moment. Lori was just as thankful, as she was about to get fucked from behind, her favourite position.

She looked over her shoulder at him and all but pleaded with him.

"Come Fuck Miss Reynolds." She told him as his dick neared her pussy. "Fuck your slutty Miss Reynolds so good."

Andy slid his rock hard cock into her waiting cunnie. His shaft slid into her and seemed to just keep going and going, it was so long. When he was finally completely inside her, he stopped for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her nicely toned ass against him. Than he began to pump.

"Oh fuck." She grunted. "Oh Andy, that so fucking good."

Andy was in pure heaven, doing everything he could to maintain the feeling, but already feeling his building orgasm on its way.

Claire's orgasm was building, she could feel it. She was already sure it was going to be the most intense orgasm of her young life and she had a sudden urge to share it. Normally she was actually quite ashamed of her urges, but the urge itself was to not be alone when she came. To have someone watching her.

Still believing Andy was asleep on the couch, she started thinking about going out to him. Not just the pretending she had done to that point, but actually going out to the living room and letting him see her cum.

She might even try putting his cock in her mouth, or at least licking it a little. Not to the point of making him cum again, she didn't want that happening in her mouth, but she was open to at least giving him a taste.

The excitement of really, honestly considering it made her heart race. Could she really let him watch her play with herself? Could she really put his dick in her mouth?

Andy's dick pumped in and out of Lori's pussy. She grunted as he fucked her from behind.

"Fuck, Andy. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Lori cried.

Andy could not believe his luck. Back in high school, before gym class, he would often lock himself in a bathroom cubicle, and masturbate. One of his recurring fantasies then, was fucking a woman doggy style and having the cubicle door swing open so everyone in the locker room could see. Having Miss Reynolds in the same position now made that fantasy come flooding back.

"G...get up" he grunted. Lori smiled, finally he was taking charge.

"What do you want slutty Miss Reynolds to do for you?" She asked.

"Go...um go stand in front of the, um, window?" He faltered, half suggesting it, half asking.

Lori was a bit surprised. She ignored the waver in his voice, figuring if she balked at his first ever attempt he'd never try to take charge again. But she had assumed he simply wanted to change positions. To move to the bedroom window was a pretty bold move.

Lori's bedroom looked out over her small backyard. There wasn't much risk of being seen at the best of times, and even less at this time of night, which made agreeing much easier.

Andy would get the thrill of public fucking without her having to actually risk it. She was having a lot of fun pretending to be a slut but she didn't actually want to ruin her reputation as an upstanding member of the community.

Lori stood in front of the window, looking out. She had shed her panties some time earlier, but she was still wearing her baby doll lingerie. She bent over slightly so her bare ass was on display, with the frilly pink material of her nightie high, resting across the top her lower back. Her legs were just wide enough that he could see a hint of her pussy. Just when he thought she couldn't get any hotter, she lifted both arms, pressed them against the window glass and turned back to look at him.

"Are you going to show everyone what a slut Miss Reynolds is?" She asked.

Claire felt like a slut. The sensation of her fingers on her pussy combined with the idea of cumming in front of Andy was too much. It felt amazing physically but emotionally she felt weird. She had to stop.

Is this what sex did to people? She asked herself. Did the thought of a cock make you lose your ability to reason?

She pondered that. Giving Andy that hand job had apparently turned her entire world upside down. Before tonight she could not have imagined even entertaining the idea of putting a cock in her mouth, and now she had not only pretending to do it but was contemplating doing it, while fingering herself.

This was madness, what was next? Was she going to want two cocks? One in her mouth while the other was in her pussy? Suddenly her cunnie tingled and all the shame and embarrassment fell away as the excitement returned.

Two cocks, How good would that feel? she wondered.

"You feel fucking amazing!" Andy told Lori as he stood behind her at the window, his cock deep in her cunt.

"That's it Andy, that's a good boy." Lori told him as he thrust into her again. He had his hands on her hips, holding her as he began to excitedly ram her with his large cock. She was bracing against her bedroom window and loving every second of it so she encouraged him "Show everyone what a slut your Miss Reynolds is."

He pulled her back and reached around her with both hands, roughly grabbing at her tits.

"Yes. That's it. Treat me like a whore." She told him, finally enjoying the fucking she had wanted all night.

Overcome with pure lust Andy grabbed at the material of her lingerie and pulled. She squealed in pleasant surprise as it torn in two and he ripped the garment from her body, leaving her completely exposed. He rammed her hard, pressing her entire body up against the window. Had anyone been in her backyard, they could have looked up and seen her large breasts mashed flat against the glass.

"Oh god." She cried as she pushed her ass back against him.

"Miss... Miss Reynolds, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum." Andy warned her.

"Not yet Andy. " she told him as she reached down between her legs and began rubbing her clit. "Don't cum yet."

Claire was well on her way to cumming. She was rubbing her pussy with her legs spread wide and her mouth open. Alone in her room, she mimed the actions of someone being fucked by one cock while sucking on another. She even bobbed her head and stuck a tongue out as she fucked herself.

This felt even better than earlier. Maybe it was still the excitement of touching a penis for the first time or maybe it was the late hour, but Claire was acting more and more depraved and enjoying every moment of it.

It was so unlike her, she barely ever masturbated, and here she was picturing Andy fucking her... And maybe one of his friends sticking a cock in her mouth! After a life of pretty much ignoring boys, she was suddenly cock crazy. Two cocks was so exciting to her, and having accepted that, even just momentarily, opened the door to more. She pictured a third and fourth cock, one for each hand. She whimpered loudly but was beyond caring. If Andy heard her and entered her room at that moment she wouldn't have stopped.

"Don't stop." Andy heard Lori cry over the sound of their bodies slapping together as he continued to fuck her. She was rubbing her clit as he pounded her from behind. She was desperate to get off, having been sexually frustrated most of the night. She could feel an orgasm building but worried Andy would cum before she could.

"Miss Reynolds..." Andy started to say something but was immediately cut off.

"Don't you dare cum Andy Parks. Don't you fucking dare!" She admonished him.

Andy started to panic. He didn't want to cum, the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Miss Reynolds, but it also wasn't something he had much control over. He was going to cum and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it.

"I... Can't ..." He grunted, clearly trying to hold back the inevitable.

"Don't stop, I'm close." Lori told him, her fingers still rubbing her pussy as he continued to fuck her. "I want to cum Andy. I want to cum on this big dick."

Andy knew he was about to blow his load, and he also knew that if he did before she came, she'd be mad at him for cumming when she had specifically told him not to.

Whether it was that confusion, the general sexual frenzy they were in or that she had called herself a slut repeatedly throughout the night, something came over him. He reached up and grabbed a fist of her hair and pulled. At the same time he rammed his dick as deep into her as he could while saying "Then fucking cum already, you stupid slut."

The sudden forcefulness, both physical and verbal were too much for Lori. It was exactly what she needed for a release. She came with a moan. "Yesssss!

Andy rammed her a second and third time, while she was still moaning, causing her to grunt each time. Then he pulled his massive dick out of her cunt and sprayed his jizz across her ass. He couldn't believe he had anything left inside him after both a blowjob and a hand job earlier, let alone the amount he coated her with.

"Oh Andy." Lori cooed as she leaned against the window, catching her breath

"Oh Andy!" Claire cried out, still dreaming of being fucked by his cock. Her orgasm was as intense as she had expected, making her toes curl as it rippled throughout her body. She bucked her hips wildly, as she cried out, trying to prolong the pleasure.

As her orgasm faded, her body went limp. She was physically spent, but her mind was racing. Lying on her bed, naked with her legs still wide open she couldn't believe how good that had felt. And that had been alone, she couldn't wait to try it with a guy. 

As she drifted off, she idly wondered how she could get her mom out of the house in the morning so she could try this with Andy before he headed home.

Lori kissed Andy good night and shooed him back to the couch. He couldn't stay in her bedroom with Claire in the house. As she climbed into bed she contemplated how she could get Claire out of the house in the morning, so she could have one last go on his magnificent cock.



A Knock on the Door



I just smiled and again placed his large dick in my mouth. I soon lowered my mouth, down on his dick, deeper and deeper did his large dick begin to be swallowed by my mouth. I feel his head in the back of my throat as I deep- throated his dick; swallowing his 9 inch dick all the way to the base

"OH SHIT!" He said as he tilted his head forward, eyes close, giving off an expression of pure ecstasy. I closed my soft lips and slowly raised my head, sucking his dick as I lifted my head. I finished sucking as small pop noise echoed as I let go of his dick in my mouth. I looked at him, my eyes passionate and savage, for I wanted more. I wanted Devin more than anything! I wanted...no....I needed him inside me! I wanted to be close to him, ever than before, I wanted him and I to be together. 

I helped Devin get to his feet. Those intense eyes focused onto mine and he just stared at me. He smiled and kissed me, I engaged him the kiss, closing my eyes. We stopped kissing. "Lets move to the bed, aight?" 

I just smiled, "Ok." Oh my gosh I cant believe this is happening! I turned off the shower. We both got out and grabbed ourselves a towel. We dried ourselves, placed some lotion on ourselves, and headed to my bedroom. 

III. 

My bedroom was exactly how I left it, there was still a warmth to it. Devin and I entered my room, naked, he looked around and examined my room. "I like your room. Looks," he still continued look around and touched some of my pictures, "clean." 

"Because I just cleaned it." I laughed while throwing myself on the bed, with my back on the bed, and my head resting on the pillow, naked and oiled from the cocoa butter lotion. 

Devin stopped looking around and focused his eyes on me. Those intense bronze light brown lion eyes gazing at me. Eyeing everything about me, he gave me a seductive crooked smile, and walked his way to the bed. He leaned over my body on all fours and kissed me. His naked lotioned body slowly sank closer to mine until he was on top of me, both of us kissing passionately and deep. My hands motioned to his head, forcing him to sink closer to my face. He lifted himself with his knee's and lifted my legs in the air until we were in a missionary position, still engaged in our kiss, then my legs wrapped themselves around his back. Devin then stopped kissing me and lowered his head, reaching my neck and again kissing my neck. I lowered my head back, enjoying the sensation of his soft lips kissing my neck and those teeth, lightly nipping on my spot. "FUCK!" I groaned. 

He lifted his head and looked at me, "Turn around." He said while forcing my body to flip over until I was on my stomach. Devin smacked my ass and grabbed my ass cheeks, those large powerful hands grabbed my large ass cheeks with such force spreading them until he could see my asshole. 

Devin just smiled and giggled lightly. 

"What's wrong?" I turned my head over to look at him. 

"Nothing its just....I don't know its just sexy that you shave your ass." 

"I hate hair....plus I know if I wanted to eat some ass, I would just want to eat ass, not ass and hair." 

"Well I like it." He said in a deep voice. Devin eagerly lowered his head and began to eat my ass out. The feeling was quick and I placed my face in the pillow, groaning loudly. 

I could feel his hot wet tongue lick all around my asshole. In between licks, he would stop to smack my ass and grab my ass cheeks and squeeze them hard. "Damn you taste hella good." He said as he spat on my ass and then moved it with his tongue all around my hole.

"Eat that ass nigga!" I moaned deeply. I grabbed his head and forced it deeper in my ass. 

His tongue slid into my asshole and swirled itself inside it. "UGGGHHH!" I groaned from the sudden pleasure. That tongue slid deeper in my ass, squirming and twirling in my ass. It felt so good and my legs jerked a little. 

He moved his head away from my ass, "You have a condom?" 

"Check my nightstand, bottom shelf, inside the Pride and Prejudice book." 

"Why there?" He said as he began to look in the nightstand next to my bed. 

"Cause I never read Pride and Prejudice and no one likes that book so why check there?" I laughed. He found the condom, took it out of its package, and rolled it on his dick. "I don't have any lube, all I have is Vaseline." I gave a small embarrassed laugh while reaching for the Vaseline in the same drawer. 

He just laughed, "Wow! You hella ghetto bro! But aight." He took the Vaseline from my hand and slathered it around his hard dick. He rubbed a small amount on my asshole and as he did this l lifted my ass with my knees. Devin began to slip his dick in my ass. The sudden intrusion forced my ass to clamp, but Devin lowered his head to my ear and whispered, "Relax nigga," he kissed me, "relax." 

I took a deep breath and slowly did Devin's thick dick begin to slide easily inside my ass. I dug my face in the pillow, "UGH FUCK NIGGA!" 

"Take this shit nigga," he groaned, "damn yo' shit tight bro." More and more he slid into his 9 inch thick dick into my hot ass. The more it slid the more I began to shiver from the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure that surged through my body. 

Devin knew I was a virgin, so he comprehended to take it slow and stop once in awhile. But I knew Devin was impatient, so the periods of adjustment were short. Soon, Devin's whole dick was inside my ass and once I was adjusted to his dick being inside. Devin began to stroke his dick slowly but I was horny as fuck and his dick felt way to good. I quickly turned my head to look at Devin and I yelled, "Yo fuck this shit like its pussy bro!" Devin gave a crooked smile and straddled me and began to fuck my ass hard. The jabs of Devin's dick were quick and long, my hot wet ass began to stretch and yet his dick still filled me up, massaging the sensitive walls of my ass. I grabbed the sheets with such force and I groaned so loudly into the pillow. I felt so good, yet hurt at the same time, and as Devin bucked deep and hard into my pussy, the pain blended with pleasure and my whole body began to shiver with pure ecstasy. Back and forth he went, his hard dick slamming into my hole, the sound of my ass getting fucked became louder. My legs trembled and shook, my eyes rolled back, and my ass rocked with the Devin's long hard deep strokes. The only noise inside the room was the bed creaking loudly matching Devin's strokes, me screaming, and Devin's deep animalistic grunting and groaning. "Aw fuck nigga, yo shit's hella tight!" Devin yelled as he thrusted even hard and his large hands grabbed my ass and squeezed it tight to hold on.

"Damn Dev, yo fuck this shit! This is yo pussy nigga! Get this shit!" 

Devin's thrust soon sped up. 

"Fuck this mah dude." 

Devin let go of my ass and grabbed again, grabbing a piece of ass to hold on as he fucked me hard. He sped up once more and the pace of his dick, slamming itself in my hot ass was quick and deep, feeling him at the base. Over and over, he smashed his 9 inch dick into my ass, Devin was hitting this shit as if he was an animal; starving to fuck this pussy. His balls swayed back and forth, matching his strokes, and hit themselves on my ass cheeks. This nigga knew what he was doing, because he was grinding this ass so good and with such rhythm. He lifted his legs as he continued to fuck me. He was there on top of me, squatting as he fucked me, with my ass in the air and my face down on the pillow. The bed continued to rock. 

"Oh fuck nigga." He yelled. Devin gave a quick glance at me and began talking to dirty to me. "You like this shit nigga?" 

I couldn't answer, I was too much in a daze of Devin fucking my ass good. 

He fucked me even hard, slamming deep into my ass. He raised his hand and forced it on my ass cheek. The sudden echo of the slap filled the room as I yelped from the surprising shock. "ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" He yelled, "I asked you if you like this dick, nigga." 

"Mmmm...yesh." I mumbled. I was in too much pleasure. My eyes were rolled back, I couldn't breathe, and my train of thought was lost. I felt as if I was going to pass out. 

Devin then fucked me even hard, "What?! I cant hear you." He then snatched my hair and lifting my head forcing my upper body to lift. I shifted until I was on all fours. My head leaned back as Devin held my hair tightly, "Yes. This shit feel mad good nigga!" I screamed from the pain he inflicted as he held my hair.

"Good." He said with an authoritarian tone. He loosened his grip on my hair but still held it as he fucked me on all fours. Devin acting like that turned me on even more. It was as if he was taking control, making me feel submissive; the deep of his voice, the way he fucked me hard, and the authoritive tone of his voice. It just turned me on even more. 

Time went on and Devin and I were still fucking. I arched my back to allow Devin to get inside me even more and Devin continued to fuck this ass hard and with full of lust and passion. Our bodies were now drenched with sweat, the room was musty and thick of the aroma of pure sex, and the bed was now moved slightly from the constant creaking and jerking. 

Devin shifted and went down to his knees again, while I was I still on all fours. He fucked in the doggy style position but this time Devin changed his strokes now; he slid his dick in and out of my ass with long slow thrusts. He would slip his dick all the way out, with just his head inside and then slowly thrust it back in my ass. "Ooooohhhh fuuuuuuuuuckkk." I moaned. 

"You like that bro?"

"Fuck daddy, keep hittin' that pussy just like that!" I said as I bit my lip. I raised my upper body towards Devin's body. With those large muscular arms, he wrapped them around my body, bringing me closer to him as he continued to stroke. He lowered his head to my shoulder and began kissing my spot. I titled my head back, giving him a better access to it. It felt good to have him close to me, that large body, holding me tight, never wanting to let go. I moved my pelvis to match his strokes, our warm quivering bodies were close to each other, I feel his chest on my back, moving with his intense breathing and moaning. He held me closer, pushing my back close his body, as he continued to lick, bite, kiss my neck. 

His legs began to shake as his dick was swallowed by ass muscles and I began to control them to move and massage his dick as he fucked me back and forth. He jerked and his strokes began to slow down as he collapsed on my back. I could feel his warm sweaty body clash into mine, with that, I changed my position and slowly lowered my body, returning myself into the position I was in before; my ass in the air and my face down on the pillow. I turned my head to look at Devin , he moved his face closer to my ear. "Damn nigga, don't do that." He said, breathing hard. 

"Do what?" I said with my breaths hard and deep as well. 

"What you just did. Moving yo' muscles like that." 

"Why not?" 

He lifted himself up and his torso upright, and his dick still inside me, pulsing, and ass juices slid down my thigh mixing with my sweat. "Because if you do that, shit I might just bust bro. And I don't wanna bust just yet. This ass is too good....." 

He inspected me, just looked at me, his eyes moving enjoying the scenery. I was on my stomach, face down, and my well fucked ass up in the air. He just smiled and said, "I want to try something different." 

He flipped me over until I was on my back and lifted my legs in the air. He then pushed them down until they were close to my chest. Devin came up to me and straddled himself. He grabbed his dick and slid it into my ass once again. My ass was now relaxed and stretched so the insertion was less painful. I moaned loudly as his dick slid itself into me. I could feel every inch slither its way in, filling me up, and hitting walls he didn't touch before. My eyes widened as I screamed, "Damn nigga." 

"Yo I didn't hurt you?" 

I shook my head, "Naw you didn't," I looked into those intense eyes, " Make love to me, bro. I want you close." 

"I gotchu'." He smiled. 

He began to move, and stroke his long dick in me. I lifted my head back, enjoying the motions of his dick in my ass. His strokes juxtaposed his previous strokes; they weren't fast, hard, or strong. They were slow and steady; and each stroke I could feel him go deeper and deeper. I looked back at Devin and noticed him staring at me. Our eyes kept focus on each other, never straying away. His dick kept stroking, getting deeper. My body shuddered and began to shake as his dick hit something, "Ugh fuck!" 

"What was that?" Devin said. 

"Ooooo fuck! I think you hit my prostate. Oh fuck!" I said as my legs continued to shake. 

"Should I stop?" 

"No, keep going. But I want you closer." 

He then continued to fuck me but he dropped his body to mine. I wrapped my arms round his back, pushing his hot and sweaty body to mine. I could feel the warmth his body gave off, the erotic aroma of his Calvin Klein cologne mixing with his sweat, and the motions his hips took to rock as he fucked me. Yet, Devin never lost eye contact with me. His head was lifted so he can still stare into me; I looked into those powerful eyes and I suddenly felt something. Nothing physical, but something deeper than that. I could feel a connection, a bond almost, beginning to form as Devin and I looked deep into each other's eyes. Not one word was spoken, no moans, nothing. It was all told on our faces, as we continued to make love. 

We kissed, and yet this time, it was different for everything seemed right. I knew from that moment on, we were meant for each other. I loved Devin, more than anything. And him making love to me, each stroke filling me up and sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body, made me love him even more. I began to move my ass muscles again, massaging his long thick dick each time he rocked back and forth in my ass, almost milking his dick. He stopped kissing me, and moaned, no words at all. He continued to look at me as his hips began to rock faster. Faster and Faster he went. Feeling that dickhead slide in and out my ass, he began to buck hard for the sweet warm pleasure of my ass began to override his body into a pure ecstasy. I could feel his dick begin to throb from such pleasure with my ass still milking his dick. Harder and Harder the bed began to shake, closer and closer our bodies to begin move, and faster and faster his dick slammed into my wet hole; juices flowing down onto the bed. With one hand I wrapped it around his back and scratched it and the other one I grabbed his luscious ass and squeezed it hard, pulling him closer. Our moans grew louder and soon mellowed into one moan. And yet with all this, we still never broke eye contact. 

Devin looked me at with those eyes and I knew exactly what they said. "I'm about to nut, nigga." 

Without a word, I stared back, giving him a facial expression saying, "Me too. Bust that shit." 

Devin bucked harder. His dick smacking against my ass. His dick then hit my prostate once more, the rush of pleasure stormed through my entire body, sending it into a shock of pleasure. I screamed loud as my legs began to shudder and my ass clenched hard onto Devin's dick, forcing him to bust. He lifted his head back and howled a large grunt. Both of us came at the same time, I could feel myself nut with Devin and I's body smashed together, the warm nut squished in between. I could feel Devin's dick skeet all in my ass, filling the condom up. Devin and I were still rocking as if having sex, enjoying the last bits of our violent yet blissful orgasm. 

Our breathes were deep and sweat rained down our bodies, with Devin still straddled on me. Once catching our breath, we looked right into each others eyes. We both smiled and laughed, cocking our heads back. It was silent for minute until a soft whimper interrupted it. I looked at Devin to only find him crying. I touched his face, rubbing his cheek. "Dev, why you crying?" I whispered. 

"I love bruh. Like, I never felt like this towards anyone. I feel as if like I was meant to be with you. I love you so damn much. And I wanna' spend my entire life with you." Tears began to roll down his cheek. 

I began to cry as well. Watching Devin become vulnerable made me as well. Seeing him opening himself up to me, expressing all of his emotions, it made me love him even more. The connection I felt between Devin and I did not cease, I could still feel it, and I knew know that Devin felt the same way. I just watched him cry, until Devin said, "I hope you feel the same way. Please tell me you do." 

I just smiled, "Devin I love you too, I wanna' be with you. I cant believe all this is happening, bro. Come here." I motioned his head next to mine, engaging in a passionate hug. He lifted his head up and began to kiss me. 

Devin stopped, "So does this make us boyfriends?" 

"I guess so. And I cant wait to spend my life with you, you bitch." I laughed. 

He laughed hard, "Fuck you." 

Devin and I cleaned ourselves up and just laid on the bed together. My body next to his and my head laying on his chest. We stayed there for a good hour, not speaking a word, just enjoying each other's company. I was resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat while rubbing my warm hands on his abs. Devin laid on the bed, his chin resting on my head while rubbing my hair, his large hands caressing my curly hair.

The silence was interrupted as I whispered, "I cant believe it." 

Devin kissed my head, "Wassup?" 

"Bro you don't know how much I love you and how long I did. I swear ever since the day I saw you when I transferred to Pleasant Valley High School, I knew instantly that you were the one. And after all that hell, I finally have you. After all those times, I wanted to give up, all those times I wanted to hate you. You're finally here with me." 

"I'm sorry......I'm sorry... I had to put you through all that. I was just confused. But I know now, that I wanna' be with you. I love you, you're like the only person who gets me." 

"Now we just have to figure what we're gunna do now." 

"What do you mean?" Devin questioned. 

"I mean, you go to school in San Francisco and I'm here in LA, plus we have to ease the tension between you and your parents. And I have to tell mine about you. And everyone might find out about us...."

"Listen, why don't we worry about that tomorrow. Lets just enjoy today and what we did." He smiled. 

I smiled and kissed Devin on the chest, "You're right babe," I closed my eyes and began to relax, "lets enjoy this." 

With those massive athletic arms, he wrapped them around me and help me close, squeezing me close to his body, as if he never wanted to let go. My life was complete. I knew from this point on...my life would be easier. I had the man I always wanted, for 3 years, after all what life had thrown at me I had finally had Devin as my boyfriend. Even more than that...my soul mate. 

Devin and I talked the rest of the night, sharing each other's stories; meshing our lives together. Talking about funny moments, serious moments, our views on life, food, celebrity crushes, and more. We talked until he fell asleep, with me in his arms. And with that in mind, I soon to began to drift into slumber. 

IV. 

I woke up. I was in my room; the book I was reading next to me, the candle I lit almost burned out, and me on my bed. Everything was dream. I couldn't believe how real it was. I tore the covers off of me and looked at my underwear. From my expectations, I came in my underwear. Great! I just washed these too! I thought. I looked around, in disbelief that everything that just happened was a dream. All my hopes crushed, destroyed, deferred into nothing. Tears rolled down my cheek, softly. I guess me and Devin will never be...Emotions ran high. It felt as if life had once again, had slapped me in the face. As the tears rained down my face, my eyes puffy and red, I wallowed into a soft depression. My thoughts soon twisted into a pessimistic nightmare, criticizing my stupidity for falling in love with a straight man. Devin and I were never meant to be. Why did I become a fool?! I was stupid to believe that maybe one day...one day...Devin would come by door just to tell me he how much loved me. 




A Knock on the Door



My thoughts were interrupted with a knock coming from the door...