Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: River Styxx
|Introduction: This is the original second half to Forbidden Fruit (awaiting retraction) , containing the same intro as the first half, but as intended; now keeping the story linear. Hope this one makes up for that last one. Enjoy.|
Sitting in my thoughts, the orange shade of my lamp casts a somber glow to the living room. Nirvana's Rape Me is playing loudly from a corner. My mood is erratic. I've already downed two Red Bulls and I'm thinking to myself -- I need to either get high, or, someone to fuck. Well I currently had no girlfriend. Not anymore... I'd just been dumped by Sarah, the love of my, now suck-ass life. I miss her so much. Her body, with it's freckles and moon glow skin. Her face of such lustful teen beauty, her shocking blue eyes. Eyes that never failed to incapacitate me completely. Just imagining myself kissing her, tasting her delicious mouth all over again -- is too much to handle. She's gone. She's gone and left me for some stupid-ass motherfucker.
On my birthday.
Right before the summer was gonna start...
Now no summer.
I walk through the living room, on the other side of which, connects the kitchen. Grab me another Red Bull. Pick up the phone. Decide that, "I'm calling Sarah." I convince myself easily in this speedy, hence impulsive mental state. I even feel a slight body load, as if there's a weight inside of me but I can still move around with such ease. Wait... Wow, am I tripping out on ginseng and caffeine??
"Sarah I love you -- remember? Why would't you want this? It's me! Why would you... How could you... Leave ME for him!?"
"Scott stop calling here..." On her line muffled talk and static noise is followed by a male voice on the receiver, "hello, who is this, man?"
"What Prick!!? Hey, NO, who the fuck is this!! What's your name!"
"Fuck you! Hey, who is this kid Sarahbear? ... I know you don't want me to, but he keeps calling... Okay babe fine, just relax." He then tells me, "I'll find out where you live." I wonder to myself if this horror is really happening. Some guy!.. Sarahbear!?? I had just talked to her last week! She explained he was why she had dumped me a month ago, and not what she had told me at first. Standing stupidly in the rain, from a schoolbus window, as it's leaving she yells to me, "your barely in ninth grade. I'm going to be in high school now Scott... I'm sorry." Lying bitch. Now I have to seriously hear his fucking voice right now!
I scream into the phone, "She won't tell you! Put her back on the phone before I find YOU and shove my dick up your fucking ear canal and bash your brains in with my..."
"...goddamn cock you pussy-ass mother!.."
Well... Anyway, Sarah's a story for another time.
Now, I need some kind of release more than ever! "I'll kill that fucking fagot." While "releasing" energy drink in the bathroom, I think to myself, maybe I can kill this lonely boredom after all. I walk outside onto my lawn and begin looking for mushrooms. Just maybe, there's a growth of some of that, mystical psilocybin somewhere... Around... Here... Nope. Dammit! I Walk around the block, thinking back on the one time I actually picked up some snatch at the park. Paige was her name. I could have handled it better though... Now, Mom wants me be back on Prozac... We all now that craps not going to work! I need some strong anti-psychotics at this point! Of course -- the doctors are idiots. (They don't prescribe me mood-stabilizers for years.) This neighborhood is nothing but rich Mormons and prudes. That's Utah for you. It actually needed my chaos. Once I'm back home, the miracle opportunity, has become available to me. I spot her across the street, an older woman throwing out the trash. As she strolls up her driveway I lose myself in her hips. Happily, I walk over. Confident, cocky, horny, and wired; I cross the street, slowing down as I near her house. She's now no more than fifteen feet away, and I see her much clearer. She has straight brown hair, the bangs done up nicely, in a costly feathery look. Other than the hair though, age, was evident. She looked to be anywhere in her fifties; considering how her hygiene, portrayed a definite concern for health and well being it was hard to tell for sure. The thought of being with such a beautiful older woman was just tooo much. With such euphoria rushing over that I start to tremble slightly, I realize I've never been with anyone that old. My Grandma's that old, and I definitely wouldn't do her! The brown haired beauty sees me as I'm walking by and waves; acknowledging the gesture I turn from the sidewalk, and strut up to her house.
She's inside her garage messing around with boxes. As I approach, I make another appraisal. She's wearing flip flops and I notice that her feet are nicely cute and small. Her shirt is small but not revealing, her breasts are still visibly C cups. I don't like her old lady shorts though, as they shame her nice wholesome ass. "This could be difficult." I think to myself.
Her eyes are green and warm. She smiles awkwardly, "Hello. You live around here?" She asks, looking around at the houses.
"Yeah," I said. "Actually look -- my house is, just, right there. See it, across the street there, right before the park. "
"Oh", she says, subtly relieved. "So how's your day going?"
"Not so good," I admitted "The love of my life's just dumped me for some older dude! I'm pissed at him, sad with Sarah, and lonely. I've been sitting around at home all day listening to Nirvana and feeling sorry for myself. What do you think I should do?"
"Wait. I m sorry, I shouldn't be dumping my problems on you like this, we're just meeting."
"No. Its fine. I don't mind. Here, if I you can help me with the rest of this, I'll listen to what you have to say. I can see you definitely need it... Uhm?"
"It's Scott, and thank you mam."
"You know... You can call me Melissa."
"Thanks Melissa. Of course I'll help. That's what I had been hoping to do was keep myself busy for awhile. Like I said though, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be complaining to you..."
"No,"she interrupted. "I already told you, while we work. You've got my time for that long." She picked up a box and said, "grab the rest of these," (pointing), "and help me move them where i need em. This one here and that one there go over to the backyard, come on." We walk through the side of her house. "You know what I think?" she asks while handing me her box and then opening her gate. "You need to let this one go."
"But I never knew I could love someone so badly. It was on a whole new level for me." She looks at me with what I'm sure was adoration asking, "Oh, so she's not your first girlfriend?"
"What, of course not, but when me and her made love..." I begin to say,
"What do you mean I thought we're okay talking about this."
"Talking about your troubles, no problem. But sex?"
"It is a trouble... Well." I pause and think. "I'm sorry.. So, are you with the LDS church? (Damn Mormons)." Time to stir the pot.
"Yes, but that's not the point, I just don't think you and I should be talking about this together."
"Who else? I was walking around hopeless and miserable just now, sinking into a worsening depression; I was so thankful, when you had waved me out of my reverie. You saved me from entering a really dark place."
"That's nice. I guess... Well. Yeah, I feel happier talking to you too." She says. "You remind me of my son, when he was your age. He's going to college now." After putting some more boxes away, we're back in the garage now; I'm staring off ahead, at mountains whose peaks reach up to the clouds. I wonder how long this broad will take to put out, or if she even will at all. I feel a warmth in my junk just thinking of the slight possibility. "That's too bad. So you lived here all your life then?" I continue.
"No actually we moved here seven years ago from Nevada"
"Wow? Nevada, where?"
"Let me find out you were causing a little bit of trouble out there?"
"I didn't mean to.." She sighs, "I loved my husband so much. I met him right out of high school. He was twenty two, and just getting his bachelors in architecture. Once he got his masters, we moved to Reno for a job. When I first got there, I was still so naive. My mother raised us very strictly, making us go to church every Sunday and follow by the churches rules. I'd never even kissed a boy, until David. I was only nineteen when we first settled in expecting I wouldn't drink until I was of age. People wouldn't bother asking me my age though; when passing out shots in casinos, or at restaurants when David would order a drink, the server would turn to me expecting me to order one too. I took the hint and figured maybe alcohols not so bad and tried some, Haa haa. Oh yeah, and I gambled. A bit at first. Then believe it or not -- It actually kinda developed into a problem."
"No. I really cannot see you as an addict of any kind!"
"How nice. Well I feel comfortable telling you all of this. I've talked to only a few people about this especially... Well. So. I soon started stealing money from my husband. I would sell things I found around the house, sell blood, and do other stuff..."
"Nothing you should..."
"I thought we were coming clean with ourselves here?"
"You sound like your just spewing these words out just to talk about sex with me"
"I"m honestly not Melissa," I say, trying to sound sincere. "I just want this to be as much of an open relationship as possible. As much as I can already feel it will be. Your like my savior right now. I can be yours, if you want. Or temporary shrink even, however you want to look at it. Why hold in something so potentially damaging to your psyche?"
"I whored myself out! There... That's the real reason I moved back here. It was because I had divorced my husband, after he had found me with a customer in our living room... It's sooo embarrassing! I'm trusting you with this though. Okay, so... What do you think?"
HaHa I'm thinking, "PERfection after all."
"Ah, so you spent your wild years in Nevada of all places. Well, that must have surely been your pivotal learning point in life. So, all in all, it's actually a good thing, huh."
"Your right, that's how I was forced to look at it at least... It just still hurts to think back on."
Liking this newly sparked potential. I try to loosen her up from here. I change topic telling her, "I'm sorry to hear that, in fact -- I'm feeling better now. We both shared about our worst hardships, see. Now it's my turn again, I want to go back to this; didn't you and your son ever talk about sex when he was my age?"
"Sure but, he's my son."
"Oww that hurts."
"I mean, wheres your mom, can't you talk to her?"
"My moms a drug addict and i won't take her advice for anything." I lied. "I want to ask someone I could trust, and we both know, that's you now." I cajoled.
"Okay," she says looking at me intensely, "what do you want to tell me?" she asks cautiously
"Well when we fucked", I look over flinching, expecting a reprimand and for her to start yelling at me to leave. The same cautious intense look. "It's just that, she felt sooooo good. Like nothing I'd ever felt, or will probably feel again."
She seemed to like that. ""Well," she thinks, "You just havn't given your love for her enough time to fade yet; it sounds like it's going to take a long time for this girl."
"I loved everything about her. Her taste, her smell, her looks: dark black hair, plump beautiful face, luscious mouth, perfect feet; the feel of her breasts so delicious, her pussy like a drug..." I trail off.
I look hopefully at her but her expression has changed. She has a scared timid look now. "Well... How about some lemonade? I still need to pay you for helping out," she says, leading me into her house through a small passageway full of nicely framed pictures, nick-knacks and such, then into an opening with the kitchen to the right. To the left is a glass screen door, with the flowers and cedar trees of her yard visible to the kitchen's dining table. Beyond the kitchen, a fancy looking living room, big leather couches and a plasma TV on display. I stop inspecting the house noticing Melissa has just asked me if I wanted that lemonade, or if I could handle something a little bit stronger." I hadn't been sure if I'd heard her right.
"Want some wine?"
"You really seem like you need it. That's the only reason I offer. A glass of wine by itself, is good for your health, abusing it, is what isn't. That's where it turns from cure to vice. I figure with that dirty mouth you have though, your not new to vice?"
"Vice? If that's what you want to call it. I call it therapy. Just as efficient and beneficial as any other form of catharsis. Our breakthrough dialogue earlier for instance. Music. Or sex even..."
Ignoring my last comment, she says, "I don't know, are talk has been more cathartic than any drug could be. Look at you, whatever your on for instance. That does't seem to be working for you."
"Hey! You could tell?! It's just Red Bull. What, you saying I've been acting weird this whole time?"
"Of course not, your sweet. But you have been talking to me a little too inappropriately."
I had been chugging my wine and finished off the glass. I looked up at her. She was inquiring with a look that was hard to read. Was she finally upset? Am I acting too rude for this lady?
"Your right... I drank a bunch of energy drinks before this. I'm an idiot. I've been acting extremely rash and inappropriate around you. I'm sorry Melissa. No payment necessary, and I'll stop by again when I'm feeling better..."
"Better? No your fine; do you want to go?"
I had started to get hard. This is where it all happens. I start touching my penis as it grows to it's massive 9 1/2 inches in my pants, brushing it with my hand as if I'm fidgeting. "No I can stay," I tell her. She's sitting down at the table. I pour myself a refill and walk over, top her glass off, then sit down beside to her. So close I'm now smelling her perfume. "You know I still don't know your son's name?" I ask. "Jeffery," she says, "but that doesn't matter now." Due to my increasingly mood-altered shape, I had barely noticed her mood had shifted. The Sun had just begun to set, casting an eerie beauty to our buzz. We sip more wine. Melissa looks contemplative. "Music!" I declare. Startled she looks at me. I say, "I need music, but something good. Okay." She get's up looking relieved to have something to do. "Uhm. Well I have classical, uhm, Kieth, Sheryl, some Carpenters; oh, I don't know if you'd like that, here's the the Beatles? I don't know?? She looks at me imploringly. "Your putting me on the spot..." She says, while pouting her face very fucking cutely." "Wow." I think, "she's giving me this sudden dumb and vulnerable act for one definite reason." It's on. "Melissa," I say, "come here baby." She comes to me. I take her wineglass from her hand. Standing maybe five or six inches taller than me, we stand mere inches apart. I rub her arms teasingly, trailing to her back so softly as if not even touching. Then, I break off the vibe and walk away suddenly. Refill her glass again; find a George Gershwin CD, put that on and to my delight Rhapsody in Blue was the first song to play. "How perfect," I tell her, handing her wineglass back to her. She's staring into my eyes with a whole new look. "This is my mood for you gorgeous," I tell her. We stand even closer, bodies really touching now; listening. After awhile, her hand now in mine, Melissa asks, "is that good or bad? Cuz some parts are kind of.. intense.." "I agree," I say, then I add, "the word I'm thinking is anticipation. Ah here, watch listen to the melody. It's beautiful. As for here, I think the word is more akin to celebration. I'll always remember this moment. This night, right now." She's finished off her glass again and very unexpectedly stands, steps up onto her chair and sits down on the tabletop, kicking off her sandals, swinging her legs back and forth comfortably. She looks over at me now. We lock eyes, her mouth parts and curls in an almost snarl. I had been rubbing myself and now turn to her, "What are you doing?" I ask. She looks at me, faking annoyance. I'm in front of her now, she reaches down and grabs my right hand with hers and starts rubbing my stiff with the other. "Your sitting there stroking that... Thing through your pants while talking to me! I'm not blind." She says flushed. I ask, "are you going to punish me then?"
She smiles and gets down from the table, "Lets go to my room." Further into the house, in the back, was her bedroom, pink with white trim and has an actual four poster bed. "What else is back here?" I ask. "My sons old room, the bathroom, that's all," she says wrapping her arms around my young shoulders and down my back, her brown eyes looking down and into mine, with... Sudden uneasiness, she asks, "Wait Why!? What do you care what's back here?" She pulls away suddenly. "Please don't hurt me! Okay!? I'll give you anything. Please, I have money." Shocked at Mormon Melissa's unexpected display. I realize that she knows full well I'd be willing, and wants me to play out with her some kind of domination fetish. I gladly begin, "Shut up you FUCKing bitch!" I shout, "Oh, you'll give me something alright." "Mmmm." I grab her around her hips and roughly pull her to the bed and shove her hard to to the floor next to it. She's panting sexily now so I take it as a cue keep going, twisting both of her arms behind her back. "Oh God!" she moans, "what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you! I can't help myself, I've been needing this soo badly. Oh you fucking old cunt. Yes, your a old fucking cunt! So I'm about to fuck your stupid fucking brains out, and your going to be my gorgeous grandma cumbucket." I had taken of her pants and was already lifting the panties off from the last leg, as she knelt on the floor ass exsposed and hairy snatch exsposed. Her chest resting on the kingsize, her beautiful backside all mine; I rub her pussy hard with my nose, and then my lips, she moans loudly. "Ohh you cunt! I want to go to town on your clit so bad," I grab her by the thigh and shove her further up onto the bed. I bury my face into her brown beaver, already glistening with cum. It was glorious. She smelt clean, oh it smelled and tasted delicious as I licked her large clit button and sucked her cunt lips. Amazed that she could even get wet like this, so fast. Once she started cumming all over my face, I furiously beat my meat while I slurped up the juices. Melissa shrieked at the top of her lungs in pleasure that had her fists clenched and her legs in convulsions
She rolls over onto her back and smiles up at me "I've never felt anything like that before, and just from... you know..."
"Haha, head, yeah you know exactly what it's called, don't lie!"
"Do I?" She asks coyly
"Of course and, I would like some myself please. Bitch."
"Well, I'm not a bitch," she says bouncing up onto her butt and covering her snatch by closing her knees in front of her, and spreading her feet out to each side behind her; she then puts a finger in her mouth looking at me with a sad baby face. "But I still don't know what your talking about" she pouts."
"Don't worry, let me teach you then." I got on my knees with her, sitting up straight I reach over and caress her still perfect C cup breasts admiringly. Then I guide her head gently toward my cock. Looking down I find her eyes looking exasperated, "It's sooo big though," she says with authentic hesitation this time. I come down to her lying on my side as I caress her left thigh, then her soft stomach, "why didn't you say something?" "Well I was soo hot... about to burst... So in my defense it did look really good at the time." This lonely old lady has been needing this a lot more than I have even! I smile as my hand goes through her hair, I stroke her cheek, then caress her chin with surprisingly genuine affection, even, it feels -- sudden romantic attraction. "Well no rush in that area." I declare. "I thought we were just talking about you sucking on it for a bit?" "Oh Really..." She says, her body shaking happily as she leans forward, goes down, "Ahh, right there." She looks up piercingly with her now gleaming eyes, dark brown eyes locked with mine as she she licks and kisses my shaft all over. "Oh yes. See, you do have a natural talent for this after all." She continues on, giving me a very elegant blowjob, taking slow and meaningful strokes with her mouth. Lips sensuously kissing as she brings it in and out of her mouth-hole. Fucking herself in that hole with a fourteen year old penis. I adjust myself by now lying down on my back, Melissa still on her knees, crawls over and with a big smile, brings her mouth right back to it. She wraps her lips around the head and slowly crams it in, her lips slide up and down, up and down. Perfect. Down, down, down. She almost hits the halfway mark, beautifully choking on a cock 4 1/2 inches in girth alone. "UH," I grunt. Her throat has just clenched on my head as she gags on half of my length inside her sexy mouth! She brings her head away coughing as a giant shining stream of spit follows from my dick. She coughs more; laughs drunkenly, then smiles lustfully at me, clearly having the time of her life. Then she goes back to it. The sounds, the sight, the smell; Gershwin, Melissa, her body, in her house, with her sucking my cock like a horny widow. I look down, she's sucking sensuously, looking up for my approval. I answer with a deep moan. She's taking it deep and starts gagging again as she begins to pull her head away i stop her, and with my hand I stroke her slobbery chin, her cheek, rub her ear all while stroking my cock furiously; her rubbing hands all over my stomach, chest, and ass, then squeezing my little boy butt, she moans, "Oh , that's nice." "Uhhh yes. Oh, God!!!" I spurt gloriously, splattering Melissa's face. She's squinting and looking up uncertainty, moaning in blatant ecstasy nonetheless. A big glob hits the eye I had been aiming for, Sppprtttt, "MMMMmmmm." She moans, moving her hand up to test the spunk with her fingers. More and more cum jets out in thick ropes, one more hits her mouth covering her lips and chin, she licks it up hungrily, using her hands to scoop it all in! "Mmmm, good"
"Your so sexy babe." I plop down next to her.
"Babe?" she asks, tone changing. "Don't you think that maybe... I mean we can talk and everything still... In fact that's the beauty of this, that we can talk so well... You understand don't you, I just don't want to ruin this. You were saying yourself -- that we've helped each other out so much, just by talking; that we shouldn't ruin what we have here. Remember? Right?"
"You know you are right, I just... Got ahead of myself. But we can.. Still. You know. Have... We'll be able to -- still fuck at least?!?"
"Oh. Okay cool." Already lying down, I then allow myself to drift off into a restful sleep.
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