by Jai Amor
Pamela had gotten a tongue ring for fashion. Now it was being put to a practical use. Bryan let Pamela do her thing, resting his hands behind his head and moaning. She was doing so well that he felt no need to guide her through it.
Pamela moved down to her third ring and then lifted her head. "Am I doing right, Papi?" she questioned. He smiled and stroked her hair.
"You're doing perfect, baby," he assured her.
Pamela remembered reading in a Cosmo magazine that men liked to have their balls played with, so she massaged his nuts while she licked around the third ring, her head bobbing as she took him in and out of her pretty lips.
He had never been so excited to receive head. Even from Heather. Even in his teens and twenties. But something about little Pamela was... Sexy as sin. A fantasy he had never imagined could come to fruition.
Just as she was finishing her last ring, he began to cum in her mouth and she swallowed it with ease as if she was a professional at this. "Damn baby," Bryan groaned, pulling her up and stroking her hair away from her face. He kissed her and laid her on her back, rubbing her clit with his thumb, kissing her lips and neck.
She wrapped her leg around his waist and straddled him, kissing his lips. "Ride," he suggested.
"I don't know how," she whispered.
He lifted her hips and gave directions she did her best to follow. She was a bit clumsy, but that was okay. Bryan was going to enjoy teaching his tenderoni how to fuck. Young boys never wanted to teach. It was because they didn't know what they were doing themselves. Bryan knew what he was doing.
Pamela's anxieties went away with each gentle flick of her skin from Bryan’s reassuring fingers. She couldn't concentrate on being nervous while her nerves were alive like this.
Bryan watched her hips bouncing. Up, down, in, out. Her hips rotated to some unheard melody in her mind. Her palms rested on his chest, her feet sinking into the bed as she bounced, coating Bryan with the physical manifestation of her desire.
Bryan flipped her onto her back and spread her legs apart, causing a surprised yelp to escape Pamela and her eyes to widen. He chuckled, pushing her hair back softly and kissing her lips, pulling her bottom lip between his own. A whimper escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his body.
He entered her slowly, and she was slippery. He was practically sliding in and out, knocking every wall on his way back and forth.
"Ay, Bryan. Bryan. I can't take it. Oh, Papi," she whined.
"You can take it," he promised.
"Oh, God. It's so good."
She wrapped her legs around his waist and caught on to his rhythm, moving her hips in time to his deep thrusts. Each one felt like the perfect thunder. He was deeper and deeper in her womb, and damn she was breathing for this man!
The world seemed to go black for Pamela in that moment, all cognizant thought flying out the window. As she came floating back to Earth, her body felt like gelatin and her skin was an erupted volcano.
He wore her out held her close to him as her eyes drifted shut. He pushed her dark hair back and kissed her lips softly. He stroked her cheek. It was wrong, but it was right in the moments they lived it.
Four Days
Pamela woke up in the middle of the night to Bryan gently shaking her. "Why don't you wash up and head to Jae's room," he suggested softly.
Yawning, Pamela nodded and gathered her things, tiptoeing to her friend's bedroom. She quietly put the stilettos back in her bag and the lingerie in a plastic bag. She went to take a bird bath and climbed into the bottom bunk of Jada's bed.
She awoke to the scent of pancakes, and her stomach growled. Groggily, she climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and comb her hair.
Just as Pamela was leaving the bathroom, Bryan was coming into Jada's bedroom. She bumped into him. He smiled and kissed her. "Come on. Heather made breakfast, and I need to drop you home."
Pamela nodded, taking in Bryan's appearance. Damn he looked so good in that suit, his goatee clean and neat with a few gray hairs making their appearance with the mostly black hairs. Bryan at forty-eight was damn good looking. His mature look was what turned Pamela on the most. The fact that he was so... grown.
He had sure handled her last night. Just thinking about it made her wet. No man her age could excite her like this.
"Okay."
She walked ahead of him, her hips swaying seductively. He resisted the urge to touch her. At least for the moment. He could get in later.
They sat for breakfast. Jada was gushing about going to the lake in a few days and taking Pamela. It was going to be a blast, and she was convinced. "Oooh, Mela! We gotta buy some s'more stuff."
"Yeah. Oh, and we need to buy batteries for the radio."
"We'll just go to K-Mart or Walmart or something."
"I love Walmart. My daddy tried to keep me in the car last time."
Pamela laughed at her own love of Walmart, and Bryan admired it. Not that Heather wasn't beautiful. He still loved his wife, still thought she was beautiful, and had been physically faithful until Pamela.
He'd been thinking of his lie the whole way home. He even surprised himself with his slickness. But Heather had no reason to believe her husband was unfaithful, and least of all people with their goddaughter. He faced it, his wife wasn't young and taut like when they were in college. She didn't even go to the gym anymore.
Not that the affair wasn't inadvertent. He didn't really plan to take Pamela. It just happened that he saw something he liked and did not have the will to practice his self-control. The girl had begun to look just so damn good. She was filling out. She was wearing less. She was now of age. No matter how morally corrupt it was, it was legal. Barely, but legal.
Bryan had been content to let his fantasies be fantasies, never planning to make a move on his goddaughter. She just happened to be so bold and the horn dog in him could not resist her.
Heather smiled at the girls, shaking her head. "It's a good thing your father can afford your love of Walmart," she told Pamela. "And K-Mart and—"
"We get it, Ma," Jada said.
Heather was a laid-back mother. She was five years older than Bryan, but she thought she was ten years younger. She was a much looser parent than he was, that was for sure. He didn't trust his daughter with anyone except her mother and Jonta and Carmella. Heather was more prone to asking to meet the girls' parents when Jada was invited to sleepovers and to allow her some level of freedom and independence.
"Anyway, girls. Why don't you niñas come to the shop later?"
"Will you make that fudge cake with the oozy caramel?" Jada wondered.
"Sure."
"I'm in."
A horn honked outside, and Jada picked up her purse. "That's Justine. Gotta get to the library. Goodbye, padres. Mela, I'll pick you up."
"Hope you find what you're looking for," Pamela said as they exchanged pecks on the cheek.
Jada was big on electronics. She and a few of her college friends were entering a robotics contest and Pamela promised her presence at the show. She had to support her god sister, or how could she call herself a friend?
"Thank you."
Heather looked at her watch and became alarmed. "Shit. Am late to open up."
Heather was Ecuadorian, born and raised in Ecuador. She didn't learn English until her freshman year of college. She spoke textbook English when she was talking to strangers so that she could mask her accent. Sometimes, if she was rushing her words, she would forgot a word or two.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll clean up before I head to work," Bryan promised easily.
"Thank you."
Heather kissed her husband goodbye and kissed Pamela's forehead.
"Nos vemos más tarde," she said, grabbing her keys from the hook, telling them she'd see them later.
"Count on it, Madrina "
Heather disappeared, and Pamela continued her breakfast. Bryan got up and started to clean. When he finished the few dishes from breakfast, Pamela dec
ided to wash her own.
Just as she finished and was wiping the water from her hand, bent over the kitchen counter, using the dish towel, Bryan put his arms around her and pressed his body close. She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of his soap. He kissed her neck, and she sighed as he used his hand to part her thighs.” I have to go to California," he whispered. Way to ruin the mood.
"Why?" she whined, as if he was her man.
"Business. But when I come back..." he left the thought to linger.
Bryan turned Pamela around and kissed her on the lips, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm she never knew while he palmed her ass.
At any given moment, Heather could walk in. She could have forgotten something. Just the thrill of being caught scared Pamela. Yet, it turned her on so much more.
Bryan fingered her, feeling her pulsate on his finger, her tight opening throbbing to be penetrated. "Bryan," she whispered. "Ay, Papi. Fuck me."
"Not today," he whispered, pulling his hand from under her skirt.
Pamela's eyes popped open and she stared up into his teasing green eyes as he smirked. "Please," she begged. He kissed her again.
"I have to get you home."
In the car, Bryan had his hand under Pamela's skirt for the entire ride, fingering her, listening to her beg and moan. The sound off her lips caused a strain in his jeans. One he didn’t have time to allow her to attend to.
Bryan knew that if he allowed himself to engage in intercourse with Pamela, he was not going to be able to make a quickie quick. He was too deeply curious about her body and every curve of it. She was too new to think he could slide in and not continue to taste, caress, and explore her body.
Tilting her head upwards, Pamela could feel herself leak on his fingers, and she was just so turned on watching him lick them clean. She couldn't keep her legs closed.
Bryan pulled into her driveway, and she couldn't make herself get out of the car. So Bryan walked her into the house, and at the door, away from prying eyes, he leaned to Pamela's ear, pressing his hardness against her. "Four days," was all he whispered before he left the house and left her hot, bothered, and anxious.
Boyfriend
Pamela cleaned herself up and went to the front porch to wait for Elijah, her boyfriend for the past two years. He was handsome with his brown skin, dark eyes, and soft, low-cut hair. He was tall with a cut body. Nothing, to Pamela, was as sexy as a man who worked out.
He showed up in his father’s BMW and got out to greet Pamela with a deep kiss as he cupped her ass. "Wassup baby?" He grinned.
"I missed you," she said, pouting.
Elijah smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, pecking her lips before she pulled him into the house. He sat on the sofa and pulled her into his lap, his arms around her waist. He rested his head in her soft breasts, sighing. “I tried to convince my parents to let you come. But my mama wasn’t having it.” He grinned up at her wickedly. “She said she know what we’re up to and we could live a week without it.”
Pamela held Elijah’s face, kissing him and pressing her body against his. She had missed him, and she wanted to get him up to her bed.
"Come fuck me, baby. I'm so hot for you."
Elijah didn’t need to be told twice, and he lifted Pamela up, allowing her to take his hand and he followed her up the stairs, watching her hips sway. He loved that openness about her and that she wasted no time letting him know how she felt. What she wanted. He found that vulgarity sexy.
"You're so sexy, Mela," he told her.
"Show me how sexy," she purred as they got into her room, and she offered him protection.
After he strapped up, Pamela lay back with her legs open, already wet, awaiting his large member. He just got on top and humped her.
She couldn't help, now, noticing how silly this boy looked, arching his back and humping. Not that it didn't give her pleasure, but no wonder she wasn't having orgasms before.
"Mm," she moaned softly, gyrating.
"Oh fuck, Pamela. Damn baby."
Pamela watched his ass go up in the air and come back down. She had liked this? She preferred Bryan stroking her in and out.
Fantasizing about Bryan made Pamela excited, taking her body back to a heaven she had never known previously. "Ooh yes! Yes! Uhhh… Ooh, daddy," she called out.
Elijah wondered what got into her, having not the slightest hint it was another man. She had never been like this with him before. Pamela was a vocal lover, but it had never been like this.
He buried his face in her neck, his sweat dripping off onto her body, her arms around his neck, her knees bent, her feet placed flat on the bed as she allowed Elijah to do his thing.
Elijah didn't know what to do with it. He flopped clumsily around and then he came and rolled off of Pamela. "That's it?" she questioned.
"What? It was good baby."
"Get out."
"What did I—"
"Out."
Elijah didn’t understand what he had done to Pamela. She had never kicked him out after sex before. However, he wasn’t about to deal with her having mood swings and he wasn’t going to stay where he wasn’t wanted. He would call her crazy ass later to see if she had exorcised whatever the hell possessed her.
As soon as Elijah was gone, Pamela went in her closet and pushed boxes until she found her vibrating dildo. She turned it on and leaned against her closet wall, bringing the humming toy to her pulsing flesh.
"Ahhh," she sighed in relief. "Oh! Ohhh," she moaned, holding the wall for support as her breathing quickened. She never thought she'd use the toy when it was gifted by a friend for her eighteenth birthday. She’d been satisfied with her and Elijah’s sex, never knowing any better, and now she knew better.
The hum of the vibrator was the only sound outside of her moans.
She was so close to release when the batteries suddenly died. "This is a fucking joke!" she growled. Where was Bryan when she needed him?
Pamela tossed the toy and manually finished the job herself, fantasizing about Bryan touching her. Kissing her. Fucking her so good.
Her head rested on the wall, her legs shaking as she visualized her godfather. She could hear her finger sloshing her juices around as she drizzled down her thighs, struggling to hold herself up as the tension rose in her core, quickening her breath.
Her release was a small one. Nothing compared to the orgasms Bryan had given her. But it had to suffice until he got home.
Pamela went to wash her sheets, and she heard the door open. "Mela," Jada called.
"Just a second, Jae."
Pamela put the bed set in the washer but didn't start it. She went to clean herself up and joined her best friend. "To the Chocolate Factory?"
"We're off to see the Wizard."
The girls got into Jada's white Jetta. "Seen Elijah lately?"
"Yeah. He was just over. We fucked."
Jada just laughed and shook her head. “Is that all you two do when you see one another?”
Pamela rolled her eyes. She wasn’t even going to honor that with a reply because Jada knew good and well that it wasn’t.
They got to Heather's shop and went behind the counter. A cute boy was checking out Pamela, but she used her boyfriend as an excuse to say no when the reason was Bryan. She was not going to have enough time in her day to entertain her boyfriend, have sex with Bryan, and then consider seeing someone else.
"Madrina," she sang.
It scared Pamela how easily she smiled in this woman's face, knowing she was sleeping with her husband. She had to keep Elijah around. How would it look if she suddenly realized he fucked funny and dropped him?
Full Steam Ahead
Bryan watched Pamela in the water, her bikini hugging her curves and showing off just enough skin. Heather came over and sat in his lap, following his gaze to the water. "They grew up so fast," she said, smiling. “That Mela is just as curvaceous as ever. Her poor daddy. Thank Dios our Jada is a board."
Bryan didn't respond. He jus
t watched his tenderoni do her thing. Damn she was looking good. He couldn't wait to get into her tonight. Heather was right. Thank God Jada was a board.
His erected dick put a smile on his wife's face and he leaned down and kissed his neck. She was always happy to take care of her husband. "Come inside, Bryan. Let's make love."
Pamela watched in envy from the lake as Heather led Bryan into the cabin by the hand, his other hand on her ass.
She got out of the water, frowning and trying hard not to imagine what her lover was about to do to his wife. She was trying hard not to wonder if he enjoyed his wife as much as, or more than, he did her.
Heather closed and locked the master bedroom door and Bryan laid her body back in their bed and kissed her lips, massaging her thick thighs. She moaned as he squeezed her nipples, his lips brushing hers. She pulled his jeans down and moved to take him into her mouth and tickle his balls. She was skilled. At fifty-three, she had been giving head for over thirty years.
He closed his eyes and saw Pamela's pretty pink lips wrapped around his tip, licking, moaning. Heather didn't enjoy sucking dick. She was just good at it. However, Bryan knew Pamela had enjoyed it, and she was good at it too.
Heather pushed her husband back and straddled him, resting her hands on his chest as she slid down his pole, moaning softly as she did so.
He still planned to teach Pamela to ride dick.
Heather worked her hips, moaning, but it wasn't the same to Bryan. She wasn't as tight as twenty years ago. She didn't squeeze him as strongly. He imagined he was thrusting himself deep into Pamela's wet, hot, gripping walls as he held Heather's hips.
Atop him was a fifty-three-year old woman who knew what she was doing, and who did it well. But in his mind, he was fucking a barely-eighteen-year old who had not the slightest idea of what she was doing. That was half the fun.
Heather was not very verbal. Her moans had always been soft. That had worked for Bryan until Pamela came along.
He told himself he had never cheated on his wife before. To quit while he was ahead. To leave well enough alone. It was just that he wanted to get back in, and that made it even harder to get out. He should have just left the bathroom. But he hadn't because he was thinking with his dick head.