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Saturday, September 4, 2010

The brat came back

The brat came back
By: JL (jllc2@yahoo.com)

THE BRAT CAME BACK

Melissa knocked on my door again the next afternoon. This time she brought a friend.

Her boyfriend.

I was already nervous enough. Melissa, the bratty daughter of the couple next door, had been locked out of her house yesterday during a rainstorm. I invited her in to dry off, and somehow we ended up having sex all afternoon.

Of course I told Kelly, my wife, all about it. We have a pretty open relationship when it comes to sex, as long as we tell each other everything. She got a kick out of my story and we had some good sex of our own that night. But I couldn't help worrying. Would Melissa keep her mouth shut? Girls her age love to brag. What if someone found out? What if her parents found out? They were big shot lawyers with big egos to match?it was easy to see where Melissa's attitude came from?and I didn't know if they'd get the police after me if they found out I'd fucked their daughter or just chop my penis off and claim justifiable homicide.

So when I opened the door and saw her, I got nervous. And, yes, hard. Today she was wearing tight slacks that hugged the curve of her hips and a loose sweater that didn't hide those young breasts I'd been nuzzling barely twenty-four hours before. But before I could say anything she barged through my door, and then I saw the boyfriend.

I'd seen him hanging around her yard a few times in the past months, and watched them making out and furtively exploring each other's bodies. I admit that I was surprised that she'd do anything with him. I figured Melissa was the type of girl who would only go out with big hunky jock types, football heroes oozing with testosterone. This kid was skinny and needed a haircut. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans and carried a heavy book bag on one shoulder. He looked scared to death.

I tried to stay cool. "Hi, Melissa, what's up?"

"Will you tell Bobby what happened yesterday?" she demanded, glaring at the kid.

Oh, shit. "What?happened?uh?I?well?uhh. . . ." I shrugged, bewildered.

She rolled her eyes. "He was supposed to come over and I forgot all about it and my cell phone was off and he doesn't believe me. Will you tell him?"

Bobby shrugged at me. "I just got mad because I thought she blew me off, that's all. It's no big deal."

"Tell him," Melissa insisted.

"Well, uh, it was raining," I said, "and she didn't have her keys, so I let her in and she stayed here a while until the rain stopped. That's all."

"And we fucked," Melissa said.

My heart stopped.

"Really?" asked Bobby.

Was there a tape recorder in his backpack? Was he really an undercover vice cop? Was I dead? "Uhh. . . ."

"He doesn't believe you made me cum," Melissa said. "He thinks you're too old or something. Will you tell him?"

"Uhh . . ." What was going on?

"Oh, shit." She turned to the kid. "Listen, Bobby, believe it or not, this guy knows a lot about how to fuck. I mean, he's married and everything so he must do it a lot. Maybe you could learn something from him."

"Yeah, right," Bobby said.

"Now just a minute," I said without thinking. "I may be a little older than you--"

"A little?" he said.

"Get out." I pointed to the door. "Right now."

"Wait!" Melissa turned to Bobby. "Don't be a jerk." Then she turned to me. "Don't be a jerk. Just tell him so he can't say I'm lying, okay? Please?"

"That's okay," Bobby said. "I believe you. Sorry, mister. Can we go now?" He put his hand on the doorknob.

"Just a minute," Melissa said. "Don't you want to do the other thing?"

"What other thing?" I asked suspiciously.

Bobby shook his head. "Nah. He's mad. Sorry, mister. C'mon, Melissa."

"What other thing?" asked a voice from the top of the stairs.

Did I mention my wife was home that day? Oops.

Kelly is a marketing analyst and she works from home a lot to avoid interruptions at the office. I interrupt her at home plenty, of course: she's a short brunette with green eyes, firm breasts, and strong, athletic legs that she likes to squeeze around me when she's screaming with an orgasm. Today she was wearing a pair of shorts that showed them off perfectly, and a blue tank top with Snoopy and Woodstock, although they were a little distorted by the roundness of her breasts.

"Hi, Kell," I said. "It's Melissa from next door, and?what was his name again?"

"Bobby," Melissa said.

"Bobby," the boyfriend said.

"Bobby," I said. "They just came by to?what did you guys need again?"

For once in her life Melissa didn't have a smart-aleck comeback. Bobby just stared with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.

"Is she here to have sex with you again?" Kelly asked. "You must have used some extra mojo on her yesterday."

"Huh?' Melissa looked mortified. "You told?she knows?you two--"

"We have a little agreement," Kelly said with a smile. "We can both do whatever we want with whoever we want, as long as we're both home for dinner."

"Wow," Bobby whispered.

I glanced at him. He was staring at Kelly's legs, which I couldn't exactly blame him for. Melissa caught his gaze, too, and gave him a glare that would have melted steel.

"What other thing were you talking about?" Kelly asked. "You've got my curiosity up. Or is it too embarrassing?"

She knew just how to push Melissa's buttons. "No!" Melissa snapped. "It's just?I thought . . .." She glared at me now. "I thought maybe your husband could show Bobby some?some pointers."

"Oh my god," I said. Kelly laughed.

"I don't need any pointers," Bobby said, his face red.

"Is that true, Melissa?" Kelly asked.

"Well, my Dad says we all need refresher courses to keep up with the competition?"

"Competition?" Bobby looked at her. "Him?"

I felt an irrational surge of pride?and another kind of surge. "Yeah, an old guy like me."

"Behave yourself, dear," Kelly said. "I've got an idea that might appeal to all of us."

"Tell us," I said.

She smiled. "Come here. Bobby."

He walked hesitantly forward. Kelly came to the bottom of the steps and put her hands on his shoulders. "You're very cute," she said.

"You should see his dick," Melissa said. "It's enormous."

"I'd like that." She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "Would you like that?"

"Uh-huh," he whispered.

"Let's go upstairs." Kelly turned and began heading up. She put a little swing into each step, showing off her cute little butt as she walked.

Bobby followed her like an eager puppy with a single backward glance at Melissa.

"Are you two coming?" Kelly asked from the top of the steps.

Melissa was frowning, pissed at Bobby. "Is she really going to do him?"

"Yeah. You don't have to watch if you don't want to."

"Watch?" She looked shocked. "Would she?I mean?like porn?"

"Better than porn," I assured her.

"What about you? Are you going to watch them?"

"Only if you want company,"

She looked up the stairs, uncertain. "You guys are weird."

"Uh-huh."

"All right, come on." She started up the stairs. "Let's see what she's got."

I followed her. At the door to our bedroom she stopped unexpectedly and I ran into her. She was staring, mouth and eyes wide open.

My wife had lost her tank top and sat on the bed in just her shorts. Bobby was feverishly kissing and fondling her breasts, sucking one nipple while squeezing the other and then switching as if afraid they'd get away from him. Kelly's smile told me she was enjoying Bobby's frantic intensity, but when she saw Melissa she cleared her throat and put her hands on his shoulder, gently pushing him away.

"Not quite so fast, lover," she said. "You've got to learn to take your time."

He nodded, grinning eagerly.

Melissa and I watched as she pulled his shirt up over his head. Kelly kissed his stomach as she eased his pants down his skinny legs, leaving him in his underwear. Melissa giggled. "Tighty whities," she whispered to me, but his cock straining against the white cotton was already staining them with precum.

Kelly pulled those down and looked his penis over. "You were right, Melissa," she said without taking her eyes off it. "It's very large."

Bobby grinned as if he'd gotten an extra slice of cake for dessert. Then he gasped as Kelly lightly stroked the underside and cupped his balls in her hand.

He wasn't going to last long and Kelly knew it, so she bent forward and took him smoothly in her mouth, gripping his butt with one hand while she teased his balls with the other. Bobby groaned.

Melissa seemed fascinated. She stared at them, breathing slowly, and I saw her young breasts rise and fall beneath her sweater. She licked her lips as Kelly sucked on her boyfriend's cock. Bobby reached forward for Kelly's tits again and Kelly leaned forward as he caressed them. From the look in Melissa's eyes I couldn't tell whether my wife's body or her boyfriend's eagerness was turning her on more.

I saw her unconsciously begin to rub her mound. My own cock was already hard but I didn't want to rush her. I watched along with her as Kelly worked her lips up and down the length of Bobby's trembling shaft. Melissa sighed.

Bobby was too young to take this very long. After a few more moments he threw his head back and closed his eyes and began spurting into Kelly's mouth. She got most of it down; some of the cum overflowed onto her cheek, and when Bobby finished she wiped it away with a tissue.

He glanced at Melissa, embarrassed. She smirked at him. "Fifteen seconds that time. A new record."

"Be nice, Melissa," Kelly said. "That was just to get us started. You did fine, Bobby. Now I bet you need a little coaching on how to pay attention to a woman's pussy."

His eye lit up. Kelly smiled, leaned back, and slowly pulled her shorts down over her smooth legs. Her pussy was moist and tempting. Bobby stared at it, his cock already stiffening slightly again.

Kelly lay back on the bed and beckoned him. Bobby clawed his shirt off and kicked his pants away, leaving him in only a pair of baggy black socks. Melissa nodded to herself, gazing at his naked body.

"Okay," Kelly said, spreading her thighs. "Have you done this before?"

"Sure," he said.

"Not enough," Melissa responded with a laugh.

Kelly ignored her. "Take your time, not too fast," she said, pulling Bobby's face into position. "Use your whole mouth . . . like that, yes . . . oh . . . slow and easy, that's the way, don't rush . . . uh-huh . . ."

Melissa watched silently for a moment, and I saw her eyes watching Kelly's breasts as they rose and fell. Then she turned to me with a sigh. "Can you do it again? I mean, you only did it yesterday but I thought?"

"How old do you think I am?"

She giggled. "I just don't want to give you a heart attack or anything. Can you get it up?"

"Take off your clothes and let's see."

She glanced at my wife and her boyfriend on the bed, then pulled her sweater up and off. She wore a lacy black bra that she quickly unfastened to let her young tits spill free for my eyes. She smiled self-consciously, then yanked down her slacks. I caught a glimpse of a matching black thong before she kicked everything off and twirled around on her toes once, showing off her naked body to me. "Well?"

I could have stared at her for the rest of the afternoon. Instead I unbuckled my belt. "Okay . . . yep, there's some life down here."

She watched impatiently as I dropped my pants and pulled off my t-shirt. My erection poked through my boxers. Her eyes fastened on it and I slid the boxers down to let it spring up. "Oh, wow."

I led her to the bed. By now Kelly was rolling her head back and forth, urging Bobby on between loud gasps of pleasure. I helped Melissa lie down next to her and then I copied Bobby's position, my face between her thighs. Melissa was already wet and warm down there. She yelped once when I began kissing her pussy and then immediately began squirming as I explored the inside of her cunt with my tongue.

Her moans mixed with Kelly's. "Oh god yes . . . don't stop . . . that's so good . . . ooh." I ran my fingers up and down Melissa's smooth legs, teasing her clit, and she planted her hands firmly on my shoulders to hold me in the right position. I couldn't breathe for a moment. Then her butt wiggled, and I slipped my hands under her ass to move her slightly.

I felt weight shifting on the bed and looked up for a moment to see Bobby changing position, climbing up between Kelly's legs and positioning himself for entry. His dick was hard again and throbbing, and Kelly guided him in, letting his cock slide between her pussy lips until it was deep inside her. She put one hand on his hips and pushed upward as a signal and he began bucking into her with all the enthusiasm I remembered from my own horny teenage years.

Melissa must have noticed them too, because she suddenly pulled my face away from her pussy and sat up. Her own face was flushed and her nipples looked harder than they'd gotten yesterday. "You deserve a rest, gramps," she said, and she pulled my arm bring me up to the head of the bed. Then she pushed me over onto my back. "Let me do the work." I wiped her moisture from my face as she stroked my cock, pointing it up to the ceiling. I expected her to lean down and begin sucking, but instead she lifted one leg over my waist and began to slowly lower herself onto my waiting, trembling penis.

"Always wanted to try this," she breathed as she eased herself down. I reached up to hold her breasts, one in each hand, as she sank down, filling her pussy with my stiffness. "Oh, yeah," she whispered, and she began pushing her body up and down. "On top. Oh, yesss . . ."

Bobby was rising and falling as well, plunging into and out of Kelly's body, and in a moment he and Melissa somehow matched their rhythms so that he was thrusting down as she was coming up. Sweat poured down Bobby's shoulders and Melissa's bare skin glistened in the late afternoon sun as they fucked us together, in and out, up and down, closer and closer to climax.

"Is he good?" Melissa whispered, her breasts jiggling. "Is my boyfriend fucking you good?"

"Yes, Melissa," Kelly replied, her voice trembling. "He's very . . . very good at this."

I reached over to grab my wife's hand and held it tight as she let Bobby pound her, enjoying the feeling of being joined in sexual bliss as Melissa churned and bucked on top of my prick. Kelly's breathing grew ragged and I could tell she was close to cumming. Bobby's eyes fluttered and he bit his lip. Melissa watched him, and watched my wife, and licked her lips.

Bobby came first, with a grunt and a final thrust, and I saw Kelly smile as he unloaded his cum into her. Then she let go of my hand and grabbed his butt and came herself, crying out with a high-pitched moan that signaled something intense and satisfying.

I couldn't hold off any longer. I'd wanted to outlast Bobby?childish of me, I know?and now I pulled Melissa down and let loose myself, pumping into her over and over again until I saw stars. Melissa reached down to the point where our bodies connected and gave her clit one quick stroke and then I heard her gap explosively and felt a wave of juices over my legs.

"Oh, boy," Melissa said, falling off me and on top of Bobby and my wife. "That was great, Bobby."

"Hey," I said. "I had something to do with it, too."

She leaned up on one elbow and kissed me. "He needs the confidence more."

"He doesn't need much else," Kelly said. "You've trained him well, Melissa."

"You're a great teacher, hon," I said.

"Maybe we should have a final exam," Melissa said. "Make sure Bobby's learned the subject."

I reached over to stroke Kelly's breast. "You guys need a demonstration?"

"Give me a minute," Bobby said, still breathing hard. "Just a minute, okay?"

"Move over," Melissa said. She pushed Bobby out of the way, almost sending him sprawling to the floor, and I watched in amazement as she began to lick the cum from Kelly's crotch.

"Oh, my," Kelly said, surprised. She put a hand on Melissa's shoulder and for a second I thought she was going to nudge her away, but instead she squeezed Melissa's arm and then closed her eyes as Melissa gently kissed her pussy.

"I think Melissa's ready to move onto a new subject," I said.

"Quiet," Kelly said. "Don't interrupt the lesson."

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