by Jack Allen
“Yes.”
“You’re pretty cool,” she said.
He put his hands on her waist, leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth and let his tongue enter. She instinctively twirled her tongue around his. Their jaws moved like they were trying to eat each other. Kiva moaned. Her small hand came up and caressed his cheek. Her head tilted to one side, then the other. When his hand moved up her side and over her heaving breast, she had no objection. When he put his hands between her knees and spread her thighs and moved between them she didn’t try to stop him. When he pulled her tank top out of her skirt, lifted the bottom of her tank up and squeezed her bare tit, she moaned and kissed him harder.
Scott pulled Kiva’s feet off the rungs of the stool and made her put them around his legs. His hands closed around both of her tits and his thumbs rubbed the tips of her nipples. Kiva’s back arched in and she moaned again. His hands went down her sides to her ass and he scooted her forward to the edge of the stool. Kiva gasped. Her short skirt pushed up over her hips, exposing her sexy panties. He rubbed the ridge of his cock along the crotch of her panties.
“Are you going to do it with me?” Kiva whispered.
“Yes.”
He noticed she was glancing at his groin. His cock was hard as a rock down the leg of his pants. He knew she could see it. Her curiosity made her want to see it more, like the curiosity of wanting to look at a person who is deformed in some way. She took her hand off her knee and put it over the huge lump in his jeans.
“Oh my God,” Kiva said. “Mr. Franklin’s wasn’t this big.” Scott watched her hand rub up and down the ridge. It felt fantastic.
“Take it out,” he said. Her fingers unzipped his fly. She was breathing hard. She had not bothered to push her tank top back down over her tits. Her nipples had become hard again and her tits jiggled with her motions.
Her hand reached in the fly and pulled out his cock. She gasped when she touched it and struggled to get it out. “It’s beautiful,” Kiva exclaimed as she slowly stroked it. She had a light, delicate grip, as if she was holding valuable china. Her mouth opened and her tongue licked her lips, absently. Scott let her stroke it for a few minutes, then put his hand under her chin.
“Let’s go up to your room,” he said.
“Ok.” She jumped up off the stool. Her skirt fell back into place over her hips and she pulled the tank top down over her tits. Scott quickly got his cock back into his pants and followed her up the stairs to her room. She stood in the middle of her room, looking at him. He put his arms around her and kissed her. He pulled her skirt up and rubbed her firm ass. She parted her knees around his leg and ground her crotch on his thigh.
“Sit down there,” she whispered, pointing to a chair by her dresser.
Scott sat in the cushioned chair by the dresser. Kiva stood in the middle of her room and began to undress. First, she pushed her short skirt off, revealing the skimpy panties she wore beneath with the wet spot in the crotch. She let him look at her long, coltish legs and turned so he could see her taut, girlish little ass. She bent forward and slipped her panties off, giving him a brief glimpse of the moist, pink lips her fine, dark hair couldn’t hide.
Scott had a huge, stiff erection bulging in his jeans, strong enough to rip the fabric open. He rubbed it with his hand. He was deeply involved in her actions as if she was a stripper doing a silent table dance just for him. She slid the skimpy tank top off over her head and shook her hair out. Her erect nipples were a light pink dab on the ends of her tits.
He was very pleased with her performance. Kiva didn’t seem to mind parading nude before him, like she was doing her chores in the privacy of her own home. She stopped and looked at the bulge in his pants. She smiled seductively, and it was very convincing, even from a girl of such a tender age. Her left hand touched her thigh and moved toward her pussy. She sighed.
“Do you want to do it on top of me? Or do you want me to do it on top?”
“I want you to suck me, first.” He opened his pants again and pushed them down. “Get down on your knees,” Scott instructed.
Almost with a purring sound, Kiva lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled toward him like a cat, her eyes gazing longingly at his cock. Her round, upraised, naked ass swung slowly side to side, distracting him. She licked her lips as if anticipating her next meal.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there, like they’re tied.”
She straightened up on her knees and crossed her wrists behind her back like she had been bound as his slave. She bit her lower lip. She was squirming anxiously. Scott spread his legs wide. Kiva moved directly between them.
Scott was holding his cock around the shaft near the base, gently pumping.
“When I cum, I want you to keep sucking me until I’m hard again. Ok?”
“Ok,” Kiva said. Her dark eyes looked very innocent and demure.
“Stick your tongue out,” Scott said.
He was so anxious he was squirming. Kiva opened her mouth and stuck out the end of her tongue. Scott lowered the fat head of his cock to the tip of her tongue. She let it rest there for a moment while she looked up into his eyes. He could feel her warm, heavy breath on his sensitive skin. She started licking the underside of the head, teasing it. Then she closed her pouty lips around the head and sucked it into her mouth.
He was surprised how deep she took his cock, all the way to the soft skin at the back of her mouth. Casey might have been naive and inexperienced, but her friend was a virtual expert. Her technique was as graceful and arousing as her mother’s. He was probably one of the few men in the world who knew how they both used their tongues the same way. Did they know they did this? Did Kiva learn it from her mother or was it a coincidence? Maybe it was inherited.
Kiva moved her head back, leaving the head between her full lips like an ice cream cone, and sucked it to the back of her mouth once more. She kept her hands behind her back, never using them for leverage, even when it seemed like she would lose her balance. She was already covered with sweat. Her salacious mouth moved back and forth on his cock, covering it with saliva. Scott had to hold the sides of the chair to keep himself from falling over. His eyes rolled back in his head. He was moaning deeply. His cock strained to explode on her tongue.
She slid her lips down the shaft, brushing the thick vein on the underside with her tongue. The head touched the back of her mouth and she gagged, but she didn’t yank it out. Instead, she pressed her head down firmer.
“Swallow it,” Scott whispered.
She backed off, sucking the head over her tongue. She appeared to be gathering herself. Apparently, she knew what he meant and she was going to do it. This was probably an indication that she had probably done it many times before. This young girl had many secrets to reveal. How much more would he learn when he got her on the bed?
She worked her mouth down over his cock once more. The head pressed against the opening to her throat, gagging her terribly, but she persisted. Scott thought he was going to die from pleasure. The sensation of her mouth alone was enough to blow his mind. Now she was forcing it down her throat, all without using her hands.
She was struggling to get past the gagging. Her face was flushed and droplets of sweat ran down her cheeks. Finally she swallowed the head and the rest of his cock easily followed. Her puffy lips looked so sexy around it. The thick shaft spread her jaws wide. She swallowed it all the way to the base of her shaft and her nose was pressed against his hard belly. She pulled it out of her throat, sucked on the head, took a deep breath, and went down on it again.
Neither of them heard the car in the driveway. Nor did they hear the side door open. Kiva’s mother set the bag of groceries down on the counter and set her purse beside it. She listened for a moment but couldn’t hear anything. Kiva was supposed to be here. What could she be doing? She decided to go up to Kiva’s room to check.
Kiva’s bedroom door was partly open. Colleen was just about to call Kiva’s
name when she heard a deep moan from inside. It was definitely a male voice and he was definitely overcome with ecstasy. She was going to give Kiva hell for bringing one of her boyfriends up to her room. She had been told at least a dozen times this wasn’t allowed.
She stopped before pushing the door open, shocked at what she saw through the crack. Scott was sitting in the chair, his back to the door, and Kiva was on her between his legs, completely naked, her bare ass sticking up in the air. His enormous cock was in her tiny mouth. Her full lips moved up and down on Scott’s cock. Her long, thick hair bounced as her head bobbed in his lap. It reminded her of how she had done the same thing to him only a few days earlier.
She recalled how she had given one of her first blow jobs when she was about Kiva’s age. She couldn’t remember the guy’s name but she could remember she had a serious crush on him and would have done anything to get into his pants. She remembered she made a bet with him at a carnival that he couldn’t make as many baskets as her. If she lost she would suck him and if he lost he would eat her. She wound up blowing him behind the Tilt-O-Whirl and would have been satisfied with that except that he took her out to his car and ate her anyway.
She saw Kiva sigh deeply and move her mouth down on Scott’s rod. Colleen stared. Kiva was taking it deep. Scott moaned and praised Kiva’s mouth. Kiva paused for a moment when he lips were about halfway down the length, then she continued and swallowed his entire cock, to Colleen’s wide-eyed amazement.
She certainly couldn’t match her daughter at that trick. Where had she learned to do this? She had heard of women who could do things with penises like this, but she never would have believed she would see her own daughter actually doing it, and on the largest penis she had ever seen, no less.
Scott threw back his head and groaned. Kiva’s head moved faster and she looked up lovingly at him and prepared to taste his cum.
“Oh yeah,” Scott moaned, and orgasmed.
Kiva squealed. His cock swelled in her throat and throbbed, shooting cum straight into her. Her eyes blinked in surprise at the cum filling her mouth so fast. His cock was wedged in her throat, preventing her from breathing. When Scott’s hips rose off the chair, she moved with him since she was unable to dislodge him from her mouth. She finally broke the invisible bond that kept her hands behind her back and grabbed his thighs to hold herself up. She could feel the repeated throbbing and the warm liquid coating the inside of her esophagus.
Scott finally settled back into the cushioned chair with a sigh. Kiva eased his cock out of her throat. It came out looking like a shiny, wet steel bar. Colleen watched her daughter clean him up with her pink tongue and decided she had seen enough. She went in.
Scott smiled at Kiva. She looked so beautiful licking his cock. “I see you’ve met my daughter,” came a woman’s voice from the doorway. Kiva froze, with his prick still angled jauntily into her mouth. She quickly jerked it out and looked away, pretending that nothing was happening. Scott looked up and saw it was Colleen standing there, smiling with amusement but trying to look stern.
“Hi, Colleen,” Scott said.
“Hi Mom,” Kiva said, unable to cover her nudity.
“You’d better finish up. Your father’s going to be home soon. We’re going out to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Franklin.” She started to leave and stopped. “You’d better go, too, Scott. I wouldn’t want my husband to find out what you’ve been doing here with Kiva. Make sure you get cleaned up, Kiva. You’re going with us. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Kiva put up no argument. She was relieved that her mother wasn’t going to kill her just for having Scott in her room, much less for what she was doing with him. She didn’t want to push her luck. What was embarrassing enough was that her mother had caught her sucking Scott’s dick. The fact that she was completely naked and he had cum in her mouth made it that much worse.
On her knees, facing away, she looked at Scott out of the corner of her eye. He had stood up and was pulling his pants up over his beautiful prick. She hated to see him hide it away like that, when she had not finished getting her full enjoyment from it. She stood up and went to him.
Scott watched her approach with her slinky walk. The ends of her long hair reached down to the tips of her breasts, covering her nipples. She looked sexy and seductive. She put her hands on his hips.
“I still want to do it with you.” She rubbed the inside of her bare thigh along the inside of his thigh, over the rigid bulge of his cock.
“I know,” Scott said. “I still want you, too.” He brushed her hair away from her eyes.
“Good. I can’t wait.” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Scott tasted the strong flavor of his cum on her tongue. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed her tight. She ground her wet crotch on his thigh, soaking her juices through the fabric.
“I want you to tie me up.”
His mind ran wild with ideas of tieing Kiva to her bed as he went down the stairs. Each new idea made his cock throb again, until it was hard enough to hurt. He had forgotten about Colleen waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. She looked at the bulge in his jeans, then up to his eyes.
“Why did you come over here to do it with Kiva?”
“I didn’t. I came over here to do it with you.”
“And since I wasn’t available, you decided to make due with her, instead?”
“On the contrary. I decided there would be nothing wrong if Kiva and I wanted to make love with each other.”
“Well, now you’ve had me and my daughter and Casey’s mother. All you need is Casey to complete the circle.”
“I’ve already done it with Casey, but not with Kiva. We barely got started.”
“But you’ll finish it, I’m sure.”
“Are you mad at me, Colleen?”
Colleen blushed. “Not at all. I’m sorry if I sound mad. I guess I’m just jealous of my daughter. But that’s silly.” She put her hand over the bulge of his cock.
“It is. Don’t let it bother you.” He started for the door. “I don’t belong to Kiva exclusively. Or any other woman, for that matter. You know that.”
“Yes, I do, Scott. You don’t need to school me.”
“You’re right. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye, Scott,” she said and closed the door behind him.
Scott sat in his car with the radio on until Colleen’s husband arrived and got out of his car. He was a handsome man. Scott wished he could be in his place that night when he went to bed with Colleen. Of course, he doubted it would look good if he was Colleen’s husband and went across the hall in the middle of the night to his daughter’s room.
* * * *
Scott stood at his locker, leaning back against the wall. The school looked different from his new perspective, and he wasn’t sure what it was that was different. It was the first day of classes in his senior year.
His first class was biology. He hated biology. Hell, he just hated school. Although his grades were always excellent, he never felt that he was learning anything. The only satisfaction he got out of it was knowing that if he got the math out of the way here in high school, he wouldn’t have to take math in college.
The teacher of this biology class was a Miss Varley, a new teacher. He had never heard of her. Everyone said she was a fifty year old spinster with loose dentures. Depressed, he tossed the books in his locker. He was not looking forward to this class.
“Hi Scott,” someone said.
He turned around. Alison Griffin was smiling at him. She was wearing a short skirt and blouse.
“Hi,” he said and smiled back.
Just last year, hardly anyone knew Alison. She moved there just after the start of the year, and was shy around everyone. This year was going to be different. She looked great.
“Did you have a good summer?” she said.
“Yeah. Great summer.”
“Tommy told me you got in trouble last night.”
“Yeah. I got a speeding ticket and my Mom got p
issed.”
“Did you get grounded.”
“No. She just yelled at me for about an hour.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know Scott. What are we going to do about you?”
“I don’t know. What do you got in mind?”
“You should give me a chance to straighten you out.”
“Straighten me out?” he said.
Her hand came up and touched the crotch of his jeans.
“We’ll just have to wait and see what comes up,” she said.
She rubbed his cock. Her eyes lit up. Her fingers felt along the entire length of his cock, which was quickly growing hard down the leg of his pants.
“Oh my God. What do you got in there?”
“That? That’s my dick.”
“Your dick? Is this thing legal?”
“You can find out tonight, if you’re not doing anything.”
Her head was shaking. She was staring at the bulge that stuck out against his leg.
“I don’t think I can wait that long. You wanna show it to me at lunch?”
“That’s cool. We’ll take my car?”
“Cool. I’ll meet you here.”
She walked off with a little wave over her shoulder. Scott waved back, and watched her walk away down the hall. He especially liked the way her short skirt bounced off her hot ass with each step.
It was a hot day and the school’s air conditioning had not yet kicked in. He was glad he had worn loose jeans and skipped the boxers, but he wished they would allow the guys to wear shorts like they allowed the girls to wear short skirts. It was all right that day, though, because the bulge of his ten inch cock hanging down the leg of his jeans was painfully obvious.
He hung around at his locker until the last minute, when the hallway was clear. He shut his locker and headed to biology class and the mysterious Miss Varley. He went around a corner and a cute young girl, a sophomore or a freshman, smiled at him. She had lovely red hair and a very nice figure.