by T West
“I’m just going to be watching a movie. You’re welcome to join me Becky, or you can just do your own thing,” said Robert.
After dinner, Becky was in her room and heard the front door slam. Glancing out her window she saw her mother leave and get into her car. Hmmm, I want to chat to Trev. I need to get my cell phone charger from downstairs.
As Becky headed down the wide carpeted staircase, she heard strange slapping noises coming from the living room. Knowing that Robert was watching a film in there, she was unsure of what type of movie he was watching. She was heading towards the kitchen where her charger was, but as she tip-toed past the living room her ears pricked up, as she couldn’t help but hear the noises increasing in tempo. Curiosity got the better of her, and she sneaked up to the ajar door and poked her cute features around the gap to peruse what was happening inside. Low and behold, inside was a sight that made Becky’s eyes widen and her jaw drop, as there, sitting on the coach, was Robert, watching a porno movie.
He was unzipped, his jeans and boxer shorts around his ankles as his erect cock stuck straight up in the air, pointing towards the ceiling. He gripped it firmly and was working it rhythmically as he watched the onscreen happenings. Robert hadn’t seen her yet, as he was sitting side-on, staring at the screen, transfixed. And Becky’s eyes were fixed firmly on his rigid tool, which was remarkably huge. She had seen the bulge in his jeans, but it was in fact much bigger than she had imagined. Becky guessed that it was at least 9.5 inches, with big shaved balls and trimmed up above. He worked his rod rampantly, jacking it, while his other hand cupped his full nuts, as he squeezed them gently.
Becky thought back to Trev, and how she had sucked him off many-a-time. However, his knob was only about 6 inches, similar to her dildo. As she feasted her eyes on this beast, she knew that she had been missing out. Becky instinctively traced her hand down her smooth slim stomach and into her jeans. But just as her fingertips got past the hem of her thong, she saw Robert’s balls tighten further. He closed his eyes, rolled his head back and let out a moan as the onscreen debauchery heated up.
For on the screen were two big horny guys, drilling a young chick from either end, spit-roasting her, impaling her on their huge rods. Robert shot his load, spurting his thick white spunk upwards as his ball-cupping hand moved to his top and lifted it up, exposing his toned abs, and he shot his creamy milk all over his stomach. Becky’s mouth watered as she feasted her eyes on his orgasmic moment. She couldn’t believe how much spooge he had ejaculated, it was a bucketful that just kept coming, spraying on his stomach. It dripped down and pooled at the base of his thick pulsating stick, then trickled down his drained nuts.
God, I can’t believe how much there is there, thought Becky. He could probably impregnate a whole freshman class with that load.
He opened his eyes, and Becky withdrew her delving hand before it got to her panties and quickly got out of the doorway, remembering to get her charger from the kitchen. She quickly but softly padded her dainty feet back up the stairs and into her bedroom where she shut the door firmly behind her. With her mind racing, she couldn’t believe what she had witnessed. She tried to shake it, but she just couldn’t.
Is my mother not good enough for him? They’re about the same age, he must find her attractive. I guess it’s only porn so it’s not that bad, she thought, comforting herself. Worse things happen, at least he’s not cheating on her or anything.
Becky got on her bed, and dimmed the lights. She closed her eyes and thought of Trev. With her phone charging up, she made the call.
“It's great to hear your voice,” she said.
“It’s great to hear your voice too,” said Trev.
“I’ve been thinking about you loads.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“I can’t wait to see you again. I mean, we were getting so close to y’know… and then you just upped and left.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But it’s not my fault. I didn’t have a choice… my mother…”
“I know, you don’t need to explain,” said Trev soothingly.
Still aroused, Becky couldn’t help but undo her jeans and reach down into her soft cotton underwear. Her hand ran over her freshly shaven pussy, and she delved her fingers over her slit, paying special attention to her delicate little nub. Her juiced-up snatch now even wetter after hearing Trev’s voice.
“Oh, it’s so good to speak to you,” said Trev.
“It’s so good,” agreed Becky.
“God, I feel like unzipping.”
“Go ahead,” said Becky playfully. And as the two youngsters had phone sex, Becky could hear Trev’s 6 incher being jacked on the other end of the line, but the whole time she was thinking of Robert’s 9.5 incher downstairs, and wishing that that was on the other end of the phone. Or in her hand. Or mouth. Her mind raced.
She frigged herself to a juddering sticky climax, her panties and jeans in a heap on the floor as she squirted wildly, drenching the bed-sheets and panting into the phone. Trev came too, erupting a gooey load, covering his hand and ruining his carpet.
Perhaps this long-distance relationship can last, thought Becky. “I’ll speak to you soon,” she said, as she bid him farewell.
The next morning over breakfast, Becky tried not to look as Robert poured his milk all over his cornflakes. I think I’m done with this yoghurt, thought Becky, as she chucked it in the bin half-eaten. “I’m just going out for a bit, mum.”
“Ok fine,” said Annabel, sipping her black coffee.
“See you in a bit,” said Robert, completely unaware that Becky had seen his straining sacs the night before.
Becky went for a jog around the block, and she worked up quite a sweat. Her pert little titties bounced up and down in her sports bra as her erect nipples poked against the thin cotton of her tight-fitting top. When she returned to the house, she was pleased to be able to make herself an icy drink in the kitchen. With no one else around, she made her way up the stairs to take a cool shower.
She stripped off, admiring her perky tits in the mirror, before stepping into the shower and soaping up her milky white skin. The water splashed down upon her, cleansing her, cleaning her, as she washed herself. She let the water pour over her face as she flicked her head back, letting it run down her long silky hair. She foamed up her pussy, and took a razor to it, getting rid of the little bit of stubble.
Freshly shaven, Becky couldn’t help but think once more of what she had witnessed the night before. As she washed her peachy pussy, her hand couldn’t help but rub her burning clit. She began to work it, one leg up on the side of the shower tiles as she worked up quite a lather, massaging the soapy suds into her bald virgin pussy.
Taking the shower-head off the hoister, she pointed it up towards her pussy. She turned the jet up to full-blast, and aimed it directly at her pussy, where it sprayed out in a healthy jet of warm thick water, splashing against her hairless pussy and hardened little nub. The sensation of the water sent waves of pleasure up her body, and she stood there with her eyes shut, enjoying the feeling, her legs parted.
She began to feel her pulse race and her blood flush, as her cheeks reddened. While standing there with her eyes closed, she felt an amazing orgasm build up inside her. She hadn’t had a climax like this since Trev had tongue-fucked her and made her squirt all over his face, but that was months ago. As this orgasm built up, she heard the door open.
I’m sure I locked it, she thought, as her eyes opened. She saw the door open, and…
Oh my God. There’s Robert.
He was standing there with a look of disbelief on his face, but also with a hint of desire in his eyes. “Oh damn, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt --”
“Oh Jesus Christ! You could’ve at least knocked first.”
“I’m sorry. I thought it was your mother in here,” he explained, “as she never locks the door.”
“Well it’s not her, it’s me,” said Becky, exasperated, coveri
ng up her lady-parts as she desperately clutched for a dry towel.
“Apologies once again. I didn’t see anything anyway,” he said sincerely, turning and walking out.
Becky wasn’t sure if she believed him, as she had been fully naked, legs spread and masturbating with the shower-head when he walked in. So, he must have seen her. God, at least we’re even now, thought Becky. I’ve seen him and he’s seen me. Hmmm. I guess that’s karma for you.
Very embarrassed, she stepped out of the shower, dried herself off and wrapped herself in a towel. As she went into her bedroom to get dressed, she shut the door behind her, making sure to lock it this time. God, this is unbelievable. He saw my tight little pussy. And what’s more, he saw me masturbating. Christ, this is mortifying, she thought as her hand opened her top bedside drawer. There’s only one way I can solve this.
Needing to quench her burning frustration, Becky pulled out her dildo. This’ll have to do. She sat back on her bed, her slim white thighs spread wide as she pushed the head of the dildo up against her aching folds. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Trev didn’t even cross her mind. She was thinking of Robert the entire time as she plunged the 6 inches deep, screwing herself purposefully, as she finally reached a powerful afternoon climax.
Across the hall, in the master bedroom, Robert got to his knees. “I just hope she’s ok,” said Annabel, as she ruffled Robert's hair.
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” said Robert as he suckled on her luscious labia, stroking his fingers up and down her trimmed pussy.
“I’m not sure. I just worry about her sometimes,” said Annabel, her breath quickening.
“Look, she’ll be fine,” spluttered Robert reassuringly, as his strong tongue probed her wanton snatch. As he delved his tongue in and out and suckled on her middle-aged flaps, he couldn’t help but think about what he had seen in the shower earlier, and wondered what Becky was doing in her bedroom.
That night at dinner, it wasn’t just Becky that was avoiding eye-contact this time, as Robert looked down at his roast chicken leg. Annabel poured Robert a glass of wine. “It's another Bridge night tonight, so I’ll be out. But I won’t be home too late. Are you two going to be ok without me?”
“Yes of course, you don’t have keep asking that,” said Robert. “We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah mum, we’ll be fine,” said Becky, blushing.
“Ok. It’s good to see you two are getting on so well,” said Annabel. The pair both took a mouthful of food, avoiding having to respond.
After Annabel had left, Robert entered the living room to watch one of his favorite flicks, and was startled to see Becky sitting on the coach, wearing a pair of skimpy shorts and one of her cute little tops.
“I didn’t mean to --”
Becky cut him off. “Hey, you’re going to have to stop apologizing around here. It’s your house, y’know.” He’s really not a twat at all, she thought to herself. He’s actually a really nice guy.
“Of course, yes, silly me. Let’s just be adults about this,” said Robert.
“Yeah, let’s be adults,” said Becky.
Robert sat down next to her on the coach, and they began to watch a western movie that was on the telly. “Oh, we can watch one of your movies if you want,” said Becky, raising her eyebrow, looking at him.
“What do you mean, one of my movies? You mean like… um… Star Trek?”
“No, not Star Trek… I mean, one of the movies you were watching the other night. I liked that. Let’s watch one of those.”
Robert stared at her for a second, unsure if he had heard her correctly. She must have overheard, that’s all. “You mean one of those movies?”
“Yes. One of those movies.”
Becky couldn’t believe this was happening, and neither could Robert. As they watched the onscreen goings-on of this random wanton hussy giving a big prick a blowjob, Becky’s quivering flange began to get wet, as she glanced to her right and saw the bulge in Robert’s jeans growing to astronomic proportions. She knew what was underneath his jeans, and he knew what was underneath her skimpy little shorts.
“Man, he’s got a big one,” said Becky, “but I know you’ve got an even bigger one.”
“How do you know that?” asked Robert, not arguing with her statement. He thought back, and realized that she must have not just overheard him watching the porno, but seen him watching it too.
“Well. It’s not just this stash of DVDs that I know you have. I’ve seen you, y’know.”
“God.. you haven’t…” Robert was now feeling the embarrassment.
They locked eyes, and in that moment, they knew that there was no going back. They leaned in and kissed passionately, Becky’s soft teen lips pressing up against Robert’s mature mouth, as their arms reached out and caressed each other.
Becky reached down and unzipped his jeans. This is what she’d been dreaming of, what she wanted to do. As she pulled them down, the bulge in his boxers did not disappoint. She pulled his boxers down, and his monumental prick sprung up to attention, glistening in the dim living room light.
“See… I knew you were bigger than that guy!”
“Becky… when I saw you in the shower…”
“I know. You don’t need to explain,” said Becky, as she got in-between his legs, dropped to her knees and lined up his erect tool with her tight mouth. The foreskin naturally contracted, fully revealing his big shiny bell-end. Her mouth watered, she opened wide, and similarly to the onscreen porn she began to suck on the throbbing head.
Robert being such a big boy, and Becky not used to blowing different knobs, she had a bit of a struggle to get it in-between her chops. But she managed to, and began to take it like a pro, sucking on his shaft for all she was worth. With her lips encasing his pulsing beast, she reached down to grab his aching testicles, and admired how full they felt in her hands. Obviously the cunnilingus Robert had performed earlier had not been reciprocated.
Becky’s hand wrapped around the shaft and she jacked the tool rhythmically, mirroring the porn flick. Robert looked down and couldn’t believe his luck, as this hot little 18 year old was giving him an amazing handjob-blowjob combination. His bell-end began to ooze pre-cum as Becky outstretched her tongue and allowed it to drip into her mouth. Robert grabbed her by the head, encouraging her to suck further, which she did. She took the whole thing in her mouth, deep-throated it, gagged on it, and squeezed his smooth balls. She took it out, slapped it against her cheeks, feeling his pre-cum against her face.
Robert looked down at her as Becky looked up into his eyes. “Let’s take this upstairs,” he said.
No sooner had they got into the master bedroom than Robert was pulling off her clothes. He ripped off her skimpy little top. She was bra-less underneath, her perky tits wobbling like firm jelly. He got to his knees and ripped off her tiny little hot-pants, revealing her white thong.
“Robert, I’ve never… done anything like this. I’m a virgin.”
“Well, maybe not for much longer,” said Robert as he pulled down her thong, uncovering her smooth tight pussy.
Robert was still naked form the waist down, his erect 9.5 incher bobbing about in front of him as he rose to his feet. Becky pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular toned torso, and the two fell on the big double bed together intertwined. He pulled her to the end of the bed, letting her fleshy tush hang off the edge. He spread her milky white legs wide. In exactly the same position that he had licked the furry muff earlier, he was now looking at a completely bald little pussy. He outstretched his tongue, licking up and down the folds of her delicate slit, her pussy lips tucked away neatly, unspoiled. He delved his tongue in as deep as he could and his long manly muscle reached Becky in places she’d only dreamed of. He pulled it out and flicked it from left to right over her burning little bud, sending waves of excitement all over her body, creating little goosebumps on her forearms.
“That feels so gooood!”
“It tastes so good, baby! It t
astes so… fresh ,” said Robert as he got to his feet, his enormous erection swinging about in front of him from left to right, his big shaven balls tightening up dramatically, his scrotal sac full, needing to shoot, his cock desperate for some real attention.
He grabbed the young girl by the back of her head and slapped his cock from cheek to cheek vigorously, brushing his big bell-end up between her lips, pressing up against her face. She could smell his sex, needed his meat, and she reached out and cupped his big balls while tracing a finger down underneath his nuts, down to his ass-crack where she stroked his backdoor.
“You’re a naughty one!”
“Yes, I am! I’m a naughty one for a virgin.”
Robert grabbed her and pushed her back down into the comfy pillows. He forcefully spread her legs wide, and lined up his throbbing member with her fully juiced-up snatch. He pushed his big helmet up against her tight flange. As it winced, he slid his bell-end up into her snatch, and in it popped.
The next inch followed. And the next inch, and the next inch, as he shafted the whole 9.5 inches deep inside her slick virginal pussy. The walls of her pussy clamped down upon his girth with incredible force, as her tunnel sucked him deeper and deeper inside.
“Oh fuck,” said Becky as she looked up into his eyes. “What about a condom?”
“There’s one in my wallet over there.”
Well, at least he’s being a gentleman about it, thought Becky, then looked at him and thought, I don’t want him to stop, I want to feel him inside me, I want to feel his seed. “There’s no time for that,” said Becky, “don’t stop. Carry on. Do me. Drill me! Like a bitch in heat.”
Robert didn’t need to asked twice, and thrust in and out. His muscular toned buttocks plowing up and down as he impaled her fully on his erect staff. Becky felt like she was going to be split in two, but she loved the sensation, giving her pleasures she’d never known as his big bell-end rubbed up against her g-spot.
Her mind went blank, she forgot about everything. She forget where she was, who she was, she even forgot her name. All she knew was that she was there, in that moment, being fucked , and loving every second of it.