The wedding reception party was starting to break up, and I was looking for a ride back to my apartment. My roommate who drove me to the party, had disappeared with one of the bridesmaids. Fortunately, I saw a neighbor friend (Linda) who lived in the same apartment building, hanging out with some of the bridesmaids. I wandered over and explained to her what happened, and she laughed and offered to drop me off on her way home. Then she introduced me to her friend Sherrie (one of the bridesmaids) and told me she will be coming along also since she was staying over at her place for the weekend. S... Continue»
Robert could tell that Lisa was nervous by the way her hand trembled in his as he lead her to the dance floor. "Don't worry," he told her as the music swelled. "You look beautiful."
She gave him a slightly surprised look which he understood very well. He hadn't really meant to say anything about what she looked like, he'd meant to say she would be a good dancer or something like that. But she WAS beautiful, and why shouldn't he say it? Just because she was thirteen and he was pushing forty? The surprised expression morphed into one of wonder as he continued to smile at her, and when they reached the middle of the dance floor she molded her young body against his without hesitation.
He wished she hadn't, of course. Not that he didn't relish the feel of her soft body pressing against him, it was just that it had been too long since he'd been with a woman. The feel of anyone's body was sure to turn him on, but Lisa was doubly dangerous. The top of her head came up to just below his nose so that her fluffy hairdoo tickled him. She smelled wonderful, too wonderful for a girl so young. He wanted to pull her even closer and to kiss her. Those were thoughs he had to push away before...
It was too late. He was getting hard. He knew he was blushing as they swayed across the dance floor. They passed by the bride and groom waltzing nearby. The bride was Lisa's s****r, and they smiled at each other, passing some kind of unspoken commentary. The bride smiled at Robert too, as he were part of whatever they shared. And that made him even more aroused. Lisa smiled up at him, her wrists crossed behind his neck. "You're a good dancer," she told him.
"Thanks, you too," he replied. Why did she have to be so lovely? Honey-blonde hair and fair skin, deep emerald eyes and thick pouty lips, she was slender and willowy, like a model, but thick enough to be real. She managed to press just a little closer to him, mashing her little breasts against his abdomen. He glanced down at her clevage and blushed even more when he saw that she'd noticed.
"It's okay to look," she said quietly, almost giggling.
"Just not to touch, right?" he said, trying to laugh along.
She tilted her head coyly. "Not necessarily," she said.
"Jesus, Lisa," he groaned, shaking his head. "Why tease me like that?"
"Like what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"You know like what," he said. "All the flirting. Why tease me?"
"Maybe I'm not teasing," she said.
On impulse, he pulled her pelvis closer so that she had no choice but to feel how hard she had made him. He saw her eyes widen momentarily and knew she had felt it. "One day," he warned, "you'll tease the wrong man and you'll get more than you bargained for."
"I don't tease," she said, but added softly, "not just anyone, anyway."
"Why me, then?" he asked. "You know how old I am. And a girl your age...well, that sort of thing just can't happen, Lisa."
"Why not?"she pouted. "We wouldn't have to tell anyone."
He almost shoved her away then as he grew a little angry. "Stop teasing me, damn it," he growled. "I mean it."
Subdued, she lay her cheek against his chest. The music, as if on cue, slowed and became something romantic. He held her a little tighter, praying that someone would interrupt them. But no one would. They smiled at them, unaware of the struggle he was having with his self control. A bridesmaid and the b*****r of the groom's father, they probably thought it was so CUTE. He understood Lisa better than she did herself, he thought. She wanted desperately to be grown up, more like her older s****rs. She felt like she'd been shunted aside, relegated to a mere bridesmaid position while her s****r was the bride and her other s****r was maid of honor. But she wasn't grown up. She was thirteen, and she had no business playing an adult game like this.
"I'm sorry," she told him.
"It's okay," he said.
"I mean it," she said, looking up at him again. "I'm sorry I turned you on..."
"Yeah, well," he began.
She cut him off, "That I turned you on and you don't want to do anything about it." She grinned impishly.
"If I thought you were serious," he said, shaking his head.
"What if I was?" she asked.
He stared into her eyes. Then, throwing caution to the wind, he put his mouth to her ear and said, "Then I'd take you someplace quiet and fuck your brains out."
Her eyes were wide as saucers when he looked into them again, but she was still smiling. He knew he could get into trouble for that, but he could always deny it. He'd done nothing but be a perfect gentleman throughout the rehersals and everything else. The song ended, thankfully, and they parted. They both clapped for the band and went seperate ways, her to the bride's table to whisper excitedly, and he for the nearest exit. She was probably bragging about how much she had turned the old man on. They'd have a good laugh about that. He didn't care. He just wanted to go home. Home to his little apartment and his lonely life.
The air outside was crisp and cleared his thoughts a little. It had been three years since the divorce. All his friends begged him to start dating again, but he just didn't have it in him. He wasn't sure why. He and Joan had been high school sweethearts, and he'd only had sex with one other woman besides her. He wanted sex, that wasn't the issue, it was that no one he met appealed to him. Until Lisa, that is, and she was strictly off limits.
He jumped when a small hand touched his arm. Lisa giggled at his reaction. "What do you want?" he said harshly.
She ignored his tone. "My s****r gave me this," she said, displaying an object in the palm of her hand. It was a condom.
He glared at her. "And what do you want with that?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe she worred you'd have some kind of disease, but I know you don't. Besides, I'm on the pill."
"Damn it, Lisa," he said. "Why are you doing this?"
She sobered a bit as she stared into his angry, frustrated eyes. "Because," she said. "Because I really like you. Alot. You make me feel special and pretty and...and I dream about you at night."
"I dream that you come and take me away and make me yours, that we get married and have k**s and...other things," she said, turning a little pink. "I dream that you and I make love."
He shook his head. "Dreams are just dreams, Lisa," he said.
"No," she countered. "They mean something. Even if they're just telling me stuff that I'm scared to admit to myself. Robert...what you said on the dance floor..."
"I shouldn't have said that."
"There's a storage room just down from the restrooms," she said. "It's empty. The door isn't locked."
He stared at her. Suddenly, something in him snapped. Well, if she thought she was a grown up, let her see how grown ups do things. She'd call a stop to it quickly enough. He grabbed her hand and said, "Show me."
It was as if someone had told her it was Christmas morning. Her face actually glowed, and she eagerly led the way, pulling him along to a side entrance. They hurried past the doors to the reception hall, turning the corner to where the restrooms were. Luckily, no one was there. The storage room was unlocked, just as she'd said. She went in first and turned to him as he shut the door behind him.
He took a moment to drink her in. All five feet of her in a peach colored silk dress and a pair of matching pumps and pantyhose. He stepped forward, and she didn't shrink away, though he could see how nervous she was. Now he understood why she had trembled on their way to the dance floor. He put his arms around her carefully, and she melted into his embrace willingly. He bent his head and kissed her. It was a light kiss, tentative, an exploration, and when neither of them screamed or burst into flames, they kissed again. She parted her lips and caressed his with her tongue until he allowed her into his mouth. She moaned softly as they shared that first forbidden kiss, her eyes fluttering closed.
"I could go to jail for this," he mumbled between kisses.
"I'll never ever tell," she said. "I swear it."
He moved his hand up to cup her breast, making her gasp. Even through the dress and her bra he could feel how hard her nipple was. He moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing, and then to her chest and the tops of her breasts. She leaned back against some boxes, her hands running through his hair. He lifted her by the waist and placed her atop the boxes. She spread her legs to allow him to nestle between them, and they kissed hungrily again.
He couldn't believe how quickly his defenses had melted away. She was a clumsy kisser, which he should have expected since she was only thirteen and hadn't had much experience. At any moment, he was sure, she'd come to her senses and ask him to stop. He prayed he'd have the strength to obey. He pushed up her dress by sliding his hand from her knee onto her thigh. She gasped and quivered, but she didn't stop him. He cupped her crotch, finding it hot. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing pantyhose, they were stockings. He lifted the dress high enough to take a look. High cut panties framed by lacy stocking tops and a garter belt.
"It was my s****r's idea," she said, blushing.
"It's sexy as hell," he told her, meaning it.
She giggled. He kissed her again and then dipped his head quickly to plant kisses on her nylon covered thighs. He moved up quickly, making her gasp again, and licked the exposed skin of her inner thigh next to her crotch. She smelled like a woman here, sure enough. He nuzzled her crotch as she leaned back further, putting her back to the wall. He grasped her by the ankles and lifted her feet up onto the boxes so that her legs were pushed even further apart. She moaned softly and tugged at his head, urging him to devour her, which he fully intended to do.
Hooking a finger into the leg opening of her panties, he pulled the gusset aside and exposed her young pussy. She had a thin muff of light blonde hair at the top of her slit, but her distended labia were almost hairless and glistened with moisture. Moaning, he plunged his tongue into her folds making her gasp loudly and stiffen. "Oh god!" she hissed.
He wiggled his tongue into her before moving up to swirl around her clit. He sucked the little nubbin before he pulled back to look up at her. "Does that feel good?" he asked. "Is this what you hoped for?"
She nodded vigorously. "Nobody's ever done that to me before," she panted.
Grinning, he plunged in again, slurping her labia and thrusting his tongue into her body. He replaced his tongue with his finer, shoving it in deeply. There was no sign of virginity which relieved some of the guilt. Lisa lifted her legs and rested her feet on his back as if to lock him in. She wiggled, and he heard her shoes hit the floor. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs into the air. Her shoeless, stocking feet dangled above him erotically. He rested her heels on his chest as he stood up, and he began to frantically unbuckle his belt.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't protest. He shoved his pants and briefs down, releasing his turgid cock. She couldn't see it, but she felt it as it brushed against her thighs. He moved closer, letting his cock slide through her slit. Her mouth formed a silent "O" and she shivered.
"Are you sure?" he asked, giving her one last chance.
"Please," she whispered urgently. "Please make love to me.'
Moaning, he plunged into her. He had meant to do it slowly, sensuously, but the moment his cockhead lodged at her entrance he almost fell into her body, sliding in smoothly and without resistance. She was incredibly tight, so it was amazing that he could get into her at all. He eased back and shoved in again. His balls pressed against her asshole as every inch of his cock vanished into her body. She moaned deeply, staring into his eyes.
Nothing was said. He began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, their union filling the air with wet sounds. Her shoeless foot dangled by his face. He almost shied away, but she smelled fragent, like powder, and on implse he took her toes into his mouth and sucked. As if it were a trigger, she came explosively, her pussy clamping down on him as she shook violently. He rode it out and then resumed fucking her, his own orgasm building rapidly. She seemed to sense it.
"Yeah," she panted. "Are you gonna cum? Cum in me, Robert. Please! Cum in me!"
He moaned deeply. She might have lied about the pills, but he didn't care. He drove into her f***efully and began to orgasm. His cock throbbed inside her and spewed a thick load of hot cum against the entrance to her thirteen year old womb. She cried out and crashed into another orgasm, the feel of a man's seed filling her sending her over the edge again. When they were done, they slumped against each other, panting for breath. Their eyes met and they both smiled and began to laugh.
"I can't believe we did that," he said.
"I know," she agreed. She kissed him tenderly. "Can we do it again soon?" she asked.
"Jesus," he groaned. "Lisa, what do you expect to happen between us?"
She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "What do YOU want?"
He couldn't say what he wanted. It was i*****l and society would never allow it. But she knew what he thought anyway and spoke it aloud. "You want me to be your girlfriend," she said. "You want us to be together." He nodded.
"I want that too, Robert," she said. "I wouldn't fuck just ANYONE in the closet, you know."
He laughed. They kissed again. He was still hard, so he began to move inside her again. She was thrilled, he was amazed. He hadn't kept a hard on like this since he was a teenager. She was special for him, alright. He nuzzled her and decided to test the limits. "I want to fuck your ass now," he whispered.
She hesitated only a moment. "Okay," she whispered back to him.
"Really?" he asked.
She smiled. "I'll do anything for you, Robert," she said.
He almost felt guilty about that as he eased his cock out of her freshly fucked pussy. She slid dutifully off the boxes, smiling at him as he turned her around. Without prompting, she bent over the boxes and thrust out her ass. He flipped up her dress exposing her ass. He'd never had anal sex before and wasn't sure it would work now. It was enough that she was so willing to try, and right then, at that moment, he knew he would never be able to let this girl, this woman-c***d go.
He bent and lined up his cock, holding her panties aside. She reached between her legs to grasp his slimy cock and guide it to her anus. When he was pressed against her rosebud, she let go, and he began to push. She grunted when his cock head slipped into her sphincter. She was struggling to relax, to let him in. He told himself to stop, that he was probably hurting her, but he couldn't. He groaned as he sank deeper and deepr into her rectum, their combined juices serving as the perfect lubricant. After a few minutes, he was balls deep in her butt and she was thrusting back at him, obviously enjoying it.
"You like it," he commented, shocked.
"Uh, huh," she agreed, moaning.
"Have you ever...before?"
"No," she gasped. "God! It feels SO good!"
"Yeah," he moaned in agreement.
He pulled her closer, reaching around her body so that his fingers could play with her pussy. She cried out, reaching over her shoulder to play with his head and neck. They kissed over her shoulder, and then she began to orgasm. He'd just cum and so he lasted a little longer this time. Still, three years of pent-up lust couldn't be held back. He rode out her orgasm and continued to pound her, amazed at how much she was enjoying it.
"Cum, cum," she chanted. "Cum in my butt, Robert. Fill up my butt. Fuck my butt, Robert!"
He gave a strangled groan and slammed into her, erupting. "Yes!" she screamed and came right along with him. The second orgasm was different from the first but just as sweet. He emptied everything he had left into her bowels. The world faded away, it meant nothing anymore. Only she mattered. She was his world now.
They came down slowly, panting heavily, sharing soft kisses over her shoulder until his cock softened enough to slip out of her. She turned around to face him, rising on her toes in order to press her lips to his. "I love you, Lisa," he whispered, the words slipping out, surprising them both.
"Oh, Robert," she gushed, tears forming in her eyes. "I love you too, Robert."
It was the passion of the moment, he knew, but it still felt like love to him. Three long years he had waited and searched, and she had come to him at last, and he would never have to be lonely again. There would be problems to overcome, but they would manage. They would be together.
They got their clothes back in order and shared another long kiss. "Can I come to your room tonight?" she asked.
"I'd be upset if you didn't," he said.
She grinned. "I want you to cum in my mouth next," she said. "Then you'll have cum in every part of me, and I'll be totally yours."
He laughed. "You already are," he said. She laughed in agreement, and they slipped out of the closet and headed back for the party.