by Ray Gordon
Spinning questions of whether Arthur would make her masturbate him too drifted around her head. Did she want him to demand she do such a thing for him? No, it wouldn't be right.
With his free hand Arthur brushed her auburn hair away from her perspiring brow. He was gentle, knowing, understanding, as he ran his fingers down her cheek, traced the contours of her slender throat, and then down to circle her erect nipple.
'You're very wet,' he whispered, smiling as Emily opened her eyes. 'Did you enjoy that?'
'Yes,' she sighed as he pulled his hand from her panties and leaned down to place an affection kiss on her hot forehead.
'You'll feel better now I've released all that pent up tension,' he assured her. 'You'll feel relaxed and calm now.'
'I do,' Emily confirmed as her breathing slowed and her body began to calm. 'I do.' She should never have allowed her neighbour to do such a thing for her, but it was too late, she thought regretfully now her pleasure had subsided, the deed was done. No matter what happened now, no matter what the future held, never would she be able to erase the memory of Arthur masturbating her. Neither could she ever erase the fact that he had masturbated her, and never would he forget it.
Closing her eyes as she felt the front of her panties slipping down, she knew he was staring at the lips of her naked pussy. He was scrutinising her there, examining the most private part of her body. She could feel his fingers peeling her open, his gaze burning into the soft petals of her inner lips. Further he opened her, peering into the virginal entrance of her vagina. What did he intend to do now? Surely he wouldn't go any further, would he? Surely it was all over. Surely he'd achieved what he wanted. They couldn't go any further together. It wouldn't be right.
'You've taken another valuable step forward,' he said, his fingertips flitting around the pink lips of her sex.
'I'd better get dressed now,' she said. 'I'd better get home.'
'No,' he comforted, 'stay a while longer and relax. You can stay here a little longer.'
She wondered if his penis was erect, daring to glance quickly at his trousers, a dangerous frisson of secret excitement clutching her tummy as she saw they were still distorted at the front. Would he masturbate once she'd left his house? She thought he probably would.
Trying to clear her mind of such sinful images, Emily pondered her parents. They'd asked Arthur to keep an eye on her. They'd asked their trusted friend and neighbour to look after their daughter. Did that include seducing her? No, she rather doubted it did. But he had. He'd betrayed their trust, and she should hate him for it.
'I think I'd better be going now,' she said, the sensations induced by the fingers massaging her vagina and her breasts dangerously nice. She felt ashamed for finding pleasure in her neighbour's illicit groping.
'Soon,' he agreed, smoothing her panties back into place and concealing her shame. 'I'm just going to the bathroom. You relax there and then I'll see you home.'
'Oh, there's no need for you to do that—'
'Shhhh...' he soothed, 'I'll only be a few minutes.'
Feeling weary, snuggling into the comfy sofa, guilt consumed Emily as her head flooded with thoughts of what her next-door neighbour had just done to her. It was terribly wrong, but it was very nice. She shouldn't have allowed him to do it to her, but did it really matter? She'd enjoyed the experience, but now they'd gone this far he'd probably want to masturbate her again in the future and she didn't think that was a good idea. It wouldn't end there, she was sure.
Chapter 14
Emily was aware of movement in the room and slowly opened her eyes. 'No,' she shrieked, sitting up quickly and staring at Arthur standing naked before her, his penis spearing erect from his hairy groin. 'Arthur, what on earth do you think you're doing?'
'It's all right,' he said, pacifying her. 'It's perfectly all right.'
'No,' she disagreed, 'it isn't all right. It isn't all right at all. I think this has gone on far enough.'
'Emily, please don't start getting difficult now,' he warned.
'I'm not getting difficult,' she said, trying not to look at her neighbour's bobbing erection. 'But I am shocked.'
'I didn't want to have to push you, but seeing as there's very little time I don't have a choice,' he told her. 'I know we can continue even after your parents return, but we are going to have to get things moving. Do you understand that?'
'I'm not sure if I do, no,' she said.
'You have to trust me,' he urged. 'We've gone too far to turn back. Now, I want you to sit forward a little, towards the front edge of the sofa.'
'Arthur,' she said warily, 'this is not what I was expecting. I really don't think you should be standing naked in front of me like this.'
'I'm going to have to do some major covering up to keep you out of trouble,' he stated, his legs planted determinedly apart, his penis pulsing at her. 'You know that, don't you?'
'Yes, I do,' she said meekly, 'but—'
'Now I want you to touch my penis,' he instructed. 'Convince me I'll not be wasting my efforts. I want to help you, Emily, as I said I would, but I'm still not convinced about you. I need to be convinced.'
Staring at his throbbing organ, Emily's hands trembled on her thighs. Arthur looked down at her as she scrutinised his genitalia, the veined shaft bobbing gently in front of her spellbound face.
It was a shocking moment, but she had to stop deliberating, she knew. This was a pivotal moment in her life, and she had previously promised Arthur she'd do exactly as he told her.
'This is what it's all about,' Arthur said, moving closer to her. 'I thought you were ready for this before. But you shied away, didn't you?'
'I suppose I wasn't sure...' she responded, her eyes transfixed by his erection.
'You weren't sure?' he pressed.
'Oh, I don't know.'
'Come on, Emily, talk to me, be honest with me. Tell me what's on your mind.'
'I still have this nagging doubt,' she confessed shyly.
'That's what we're trying to deal with. Your embarrassment has gone, don't you agree?'
She considered this for a few moments. 'Yes, I suppose it has.'
'And the next thing to go will be your doubts,' he assured her. 'In a very short space of time you've already grown used to your nakedness in front of me. And once you've grown used to seeing me naked too, you'll be well on the way. Look how far you've come in a few days. When your parents went away you'd never had a man touch you, and you'd never seen a man naked. Just look how far you've come, Emily.'
'Yes, I know how far I've come,' she conceded. 'It's just that...'
'We started off on the wrong foot, and that was my fault. I had to spank you and ground you because I could see that, the way you were going, you'd land yourself in terrible trouble with your father. And if you're to stay out of trouble, I'm going to have to cover for you. Come on,' he urged, 'your doubts will soon go, my dear. Just touch me and see if they don't.'
'I suppose so,' she breathed.
'Feel my penis. I'm going to have to tell your father dreadful lies, Emily. You're reliant upon me to help you.'
'Yes... yes I realise that,' she stammered uncertainly.
'I don't like lying, Emily. It's not in my nature, but you can depend on me to cover for you.'
'I do appreciate that, Arthur,' she said. 'I know you're doing all this for my benefit.'
'That's good,' he said huskily. 'Then touch my penis, Emily. Touch it.'
Tentatively lifting one hand and reaching out, Emily gingerly ran her fingertips up and down the veined shaft and gasped as it lurched a little, growing, gradually rising even more to point directly at her flushed face. She owed Arthur a lot; he'd done so much to help her, and he was prepared to do more to help her. But now she was sitting virtually naked in his lounge feeling his penis, and that meant she needed him on her side more than ever. She was totally beholden now, because by doing this to him she was more in his power than ever before.
With his cock pulsing rhythmically
against her tentative touch, his balls hanging within their sac between his thighs, she watched the purple globe and the little drop of liquid glistening from the small eye at the tip, and Arthur stifled a gasp of delight as her forefinger inquisitively ran over the silky-smooth surface of his swollen glans.
Instinctively grasping his shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness of it in her fist, she knew she was taking another step into the unknown. She wanted to turn back, but neither Arthur nor her instincts would let her. She had no intention of masturbating him, that was for sure; there was no way she was going to do that. But to keep him as her friend she would just do this for him, just stroke him a little more.
Watching his heavy scrotum swinging a little as she moved her hand up and down the veined stalk, she was fascinated by watching the foreskin rolling back and forth over his purple globe. Were all men so big? Her dainty fingers could barely meet around his girth.
'That's good,' Arthur breathed shakily. 'Now do it a little faster, my dear. Go on, do it a little faster.'
'I don't think I should...' she faltered, looking up at the pleasure etched in his expression. 'Arthur, I really don't think we should be doing this.'
'It's too late for silly doubts,' he grunted. 'You'll do as I say. It's all for your own good.'
Obediently moving her hand faster, Emily knew she shouldn't lift her other hand to cup and gently massage his balls, but she did. She knew he was going to ejaculate if she carried on and she didn't want that to happen, but she didn't stop, she did carry on. He began to breathe heavily, his naked body trembling as his knees sagged. She was actually masturbating her next-door neighbour. This was wrong; it had to be wrong. No matter what he said, no matter how he condoned or justified it, this was wrong. But there again, no one would ever know, she consoled herself. No one would ever know the price she'd paid to get and keep Arthur on her side.
What would her father say if he knew what she was doing? How would her mother react if she found out her innocent daughter had wanked their friend from next door, a man the same age as them?
'Don't stop,' Arthur gasped, his jaw clenching as he looked down at Emily's dainty fist moving up and down his cock.
'I don't think we should be doing this,' Emily repeated with little conviction, torn between right and wrong.
'That's good,' Arthur grunted, ignoring her words as his hips stabbed towards her face. 'That's very good. You're a natural, dear girl. Whatever you do don't stop!'
Her eyes wide with wonderment, Emily watched the creamy liquid erupt from the swollen tip of his cock, the first few eruptions arching into the air and spattering audibly against her cheek and her chin, making her flinch and blink with shock, the next few oozing down his straining cock and over her fingers as she continued to masturbate him. Arthur grunted and stabbed with his hips again, sending another eruption splattering onto the upper slopes of her naked breasts, where it seeped down into her cleavage and clung to her nipples. Arthur shuddered and moaned, his eruptions lessening in intensity, but still the mesmerised, inexperienced girl milked the last few drops from him.
With the flow of semen finally stemming Emily instinctively slowed her rhythm, moving her hand gently up and down the glistening shaft of her neighbour's penis as he loomed above her gasping with illicit pleasure. She'd done it, she realised. Right or wrong, she'd masturbated him to a climax, and although riddled with guilt, her thoughts confused, she felt secretly pleased with her efforts.
'That was very good,' Arthur praised her, his voice little more than a croak, his penis wilting before her sparkling eyes. 'I'm proud of you, Emily. I'm extremely proud of you.'
'Thanks,' she murmured, gazing at her fingers, coated with sperm.
'You know where the bathroom is if you want to clean up.'
Standing somewhat unsteadily and leaving the lounge, the sexual tension of what they'd done weakening her legs, Emily looked down at her sperm-encrusted breasts and inquisitively raised a fingertip to the drying discharge on her face as she climbed the stairs. This wasn't how she'd envisaged her first experience with a naked man, she thought, feeling numb. But again consoling herself with the thought that no one would ever know of their debauched activities together, she washed away the evidence of her neighbour's ejaculation - although she could never wash away the memory.
To her shock Arthur's penis was still semi-erect when she returned downstairs to the lounge. He was reclining nonchalantly in his armchair sipping from a glass of wine, still naked, his penis lying long and thick on his thigh. She'd hoped he'd be dressed by now, himself regretful of what they'd done and saying no more about it. But judging by his expression of arrogant contentment, he harboured no such regrets.
'I think I'd better be going now,' she said, trying to look anywhere but at him.
'Not yet, Emily,' he said, smiling at her as she hovered awkwardly by the door. 'There's no rush, is their? Tell me, how do you feel?'
'Well, I... I don't know,' she replied.
'You've come a long way, Emily. It's strange to think that we've known each other for all these years, and yet in just a few days we've got to know each other better than ever before; got closer than ever before. Yes, you've come a long way.'
'I have,' she agreed distractedly, wondering what this was leading to.
'Are you all right?' Arthur asked, suddenly frowning, his penis stirring a fraction on his thigh.
'To be honest,' Emily began, praying for him to stay in the armchair, 'I don't think you should be sitting there like that.'
'Like what?' he said. 'Naked, you mean?'
Emily nodded, suddenly finding herself wanting to talk, drawn into the room where she sat on the edge of the sofa, gazing uncomfortably down at the carpet.
'I told you, Emily,' he said firmly, 'you have to trust me. I know what's in your best interests.'
'It has nothing to do with trusting you,' she said, blushing as she raised her eyes and looked at the man, trying not to notice the way his penis spasmed a little towards his belly as he reclined there. 'I just think you should put your clothes on and I should go home.'
Arthur watched the hesitant girl for long, tense minutes, sipping his wine pensively, the heavy silence between them making her feel even more befuddled than ever. Then seeming to decide the moment was perfect for whatever he intended, he placed his glass on the occasional table beside his chair and stood up, his penis tilting upward a few degrees, swaying at the horizontal from his dark groin. He moved slowly, as though not wanting to startle a timid animal, and stood before her, his legs rooted slightly apart.
'You can go if you want to,' he quietly offered, but Emily just looked up into his face, uncertain, and remained sitting where she was.
'Okay, if you're not going I want you to kneel on the floor,' he ordered, and even he looked a little surprised as, almost trancelike, she followed his command and slipped to her knees in the narrow space between his feet and the front of the sofa. With his penis stiffening even more mere inches from her clear, mesmerised face, she gazed again upon the foreboding organ. The veined shaft throbbed and the purple crown swelled, and it pointed with intent at her slightly parted lips.
'Open your mouth,' he instructed her, but she shook her head, her eyes still glued to the threatening column of flesh before them.
'Arthur, I...' she whispered, her sweet breath wafting over his bloated tip, making him shudder with the promise of what was to come.
'I intend to teach you how to perform oral sex, Emily,' he told her frankly.
'No, this is wrong,' she whispered, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek as her wide eyes gazed beseechingly up at him.
'Wrong?' he echoed, focusing on her succulent lips and moving in closer to her. 'But this is what you want,' he told her. 'If we're talking about right or wrong, it would be wrong of me not to give you the benefit of my experience. You're a beautiful girl, Emily, which makes you vulnerable. You're naïve and inexperienced. There's no telling what trouble you might get into if I were to neglect my r
esponsibilities now. I'm here to help you, my dear,' he said again, smiling down at her. 'I'm here to look after you, to keep you out of trouble. Now just open your mouth a little. We'll take it slowly. If you're unsure about it we'll stop.'
Staring at his bulbous knob as he inched his hips forward, the silky surface of his glans mere inches from her pouting, slightly open mouth, Emily felt her heart thumping in her chest, her stomach churning, her hands trembling.
'Here, I'll help you,' he whispered, and pressing a hand to the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her silky hair to gain purchase, and using the thumb of his other hand to press down on her chin and open her mouth a little further, he leaned in and fed the swollen plum of his cock just a little between her soft lips. He paused, allowing the girl to grow accustomed to the feel of him in her mouth. Instinctively opening wider, allowing his glans to enter her, she tasted his salty pre-come and breathed in the masculine scent of his groin. His bulbous tip seemed huge, filling her mouth, pressing out against one cheek. This couldn't be right, she again thought as his penis swelled, his pubic hair agitating her nose as he sank his erection even deeper into her warm mouth, her lips stretched tautly around his solid shaft as his tip nudged the back of her throat, and she knew there was no turning back now.
'Use your tongue,' he instructed, his voice taut, his thigh muscles tensed. 'You must learn, Emily, how to please a man with your mouth.' Slowly releasing her chin and moving his hand to the back of her head with his other, he began to gently rock his hips, repeatedly sinking his swollen helmet to the back of her throat as she breathed valiantly through her nose. 'Lick it,' he grunted. 'Lick it and suck it. That's nice... that's very nice...'
With her mind spinning Emily closed her eyes. He wouldn't come in her mouth, would he? He was teaching her, giving her the benefit of his experience, but surely he wouldn't go that far? Lost in her confusion, Emily shamefully heard the wet sounds as she obediently sucked and licked her neighbour's erect penis. His breathing was fast and shallow, his rigid penis throbbing and stretching her lips wider, and with him looming over her, pressing her face tight against his groin as she knelt between his parted legs, she felt humble and submissive.