Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Author’s Note: I received more comments and votes on Chapters 1 and 2 of this story in 3 months than any of my other stories, with the possible exception of Uncle Bob Chapter 1. It’ll be some time before Chapter 4 emerges, as I’m pondering the plot direction – suggestions welcomed – and I have a few other stories to complete, but I hope you enjoy this.
“Last Christmas, I Gave You My Arse”
The following day – Boxing Day – I composed an email to Mike Wallace, the senior police officer in charge of child protection. Mike and I had met at many child safety committee meetings when we’d discussed vulnerable or disturbed kids who needed multi-agency support. Sometimes I’d call Mike about a kid who’d run away from a home that I was managing, or Mike might call me to see if I had any capacity to take some vulnerable runaway that he felt would benefit from my care. This by-passed some of Social Services’ processes, which wasn’t ideal, but if he had a scared kid in a police cell, he knew he could count on me to either find an emergency place for them or at least to be able to pull a few strings to get the kid somewhere safe and appropriate as soon as possible. We had a very good working relationship.
So I WhatsApped Mike to inform him that I’d become friends with Nina and that she was alleging that her stepfather – a guy called Gerry Pascoe – had not only tried repeatedly to do inappropriate things with her (she wouldn’t say precisely what) but that he might well be planning similar behaviour with Nina’s sisters. I asked him to make discreet enquiries about the stepfather and let me know in case I needed to do anything, but not to send the ‘heavy mob’ in until Nina was ready to make her allegations formal. Mike would still be on Christmas leave, so I said that it wasn’t mega-urgent but that I’d like the stepfather investigated soon to avoid any further potential abuse.
Nina called her mum, who told her to come home and insisted that her stepfather was innocent and was just trying to be friendly. Nina pointed out that being slapped hard in the face and called a bitch wasn’t her idea of friendly gestures. She said that she wanted to think about things for a bit before returning home, and assured her mum that she was ‘very safe’ – a phrase I liked. Then she phoned Gemma and asked her about their stepfather. Gemma felt less safe at home without Nina there, but it seemed my little talk with her stepfather had put him on at least tolerable behaviour.
So Nina and I spent some time being affectionate – kissing and cuddling, moving on to mutual masturbation and then oral sex in sixty-nine. I felt that having my cock spontaneously stroked and then sucked by Nina, while I first stroked and then licked her pussy, was a far better way of spending Boxing Day than watching repeats of Die Hard 3 on the telly.
We’d kept meals simple and light, because our main aim was to eat each other. Sixty-nine isn’t always a great position; her tongue is the wrong side of your cock for a start, and if her clit is over your tongue, you don’t have much room to finger-fuck her. But hey, we coped. Because it almost doesn’t matter where her tongue is if the top third of your cock is in her throat. And if she can’t be finger-fucked in the normal hole, because she has a hymen, you can work your arm around and get a finger up her arse with a bit of judicious flexing.
And the great thing with non-penetrative sex – that is, not up the pussy at least – is that it doesn’t matter if the guy comes first. He can continue to stimulate the girl even after spurting a pint of cum down her gullet. Which is precisely what happened. It was very satisfying to feel Nina’s orgasm with my finger up her bum and my tongue on her clit, having unloaded into her hot, wet and deliciously sexy mouth. This was turning into the best Christmas I’d had since Celia died.
After cleaning up and a light lunch, we spent some time researching anal sex online; the ins and outs of it, so to speak. We needed to know about tools and techniques, how much preparation was required and how to go about it, how to know when it was working and when it was hurting; what to expect. There was a surprising amount about it on the Internet, and Nina was as fascinated and excited as I was. After working out what we wanted to try, we went onto a couple of online sex shops and looked at all of the toys, lubes other likely-looking items. Nina helped me choose the things she felt would be right for her, so we ordered them and waited fındıkzade escort for delivery.
It was a cold but bright day, so we went for a walk.
“How’s it been for you?” I asked her as we strolled along.
“What?”
“Christmas with an old fart.”
She turned to me, smiled – and kissed me. She linked her arm through mine as we walked on.
“So much better than I could ever have imagined,” she said. “You’ve been so kind to me, Frank. Christmas at home would’ve been half boring, half terrifying. My stepfather seems to think that what he says, goes. So we’ll end up watching what he wants on telly, eating when he wants – with my mum doing all the cooking and clearing away – and not saying anything that might offend him. Gemma and me, we’d try to keep out of the way, because he would be inappropriately affectionate or unnecessarily rude to us, depending on how drunk he was. Lily’s always sad because she’s never known a Christmas like when my dad was alive. Little George is too young to know any better, but Christmas is meant to be about kids, and my stepfather seems to think that, as he’s the biggest kid around, it should be about him.”
“Does he give you presents?”
“Hah! My mum buys them, mostly out of her own money. As he takes a lot of that, there’s not much to go round. I don’t mind for me, but Lily and George deserve better. Mum won’t hear a word against him, but he’s a total arsehole.”
I stopped and put my arms around her. “Let’s see what we can do. If we can find evidence against him, we can maybe put him where he probably belongs.”
“The trouble is, Mum would be heartbroken. She’s lost one husband she loved – we all loved him – and fell for the first man who told her she still looked nice. Except he’s a user. I don’t mean drugs; I mean, he uses people. And he’s lazy and violent and nasty. But I’m sure he has some good points – just none that I’ve seen.”
Later, after a light supper, we made love again. I spent around half an hour focusing purely on Nina’s pleasure, teasing her skin, stroking and massaging. I licked behind her knees and up her thighs. I stimulated her breasts and her nipples, stroked across her abdomen and traced the outline of her hips. When my fingers told me her slit was wet enough, I made it wetter, exploring each little crevice and curve with my tongue. I rimmed her puckered arsehole, making her giggle at first and then push back against my mouth as the sensations became more erotic. I stayed there, my tongue lightly probing and strumming the crinkled hole, while I used my finger on her clit. Her moans increased in pitch and volume until she was writhing around and moaning in orgasm.
“You don’t need to,” I said as she stroked my cock and bent her head towards it after her climax had subsided. “I just made you come because I wanted to. There’s no need to… OOOH!”
Nina’s mouth was extraordinary. Where Celia’s blowjobs were nice, Nina’s were naughty. I mean filthily naughty. Her lips and tongue had this lascivious quality about them, the way she would lick up and down my shaft, nuzzle my balls, run her half-open mouth along the side of my cock, then suck hard at its head. She would fuck the tip using the grip of her moistened lips, almost as though she was trying to force a virgin pussy or arsehole over it and it was too big to go through the hole. Then she would open wide, take in most of my length, swirl her tongue wetly around it and slide it in and out, in and out until, finally, she pushed her head down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and my cock was encased in her tight, wet throat. And she wouldn’t stop until she’d milked a load of cum out of me.
Quite how she did it – or even why she did it – was a mystery to me. I was just extremely grateful that she wanted to do it.
On the 27th, I got a message back from Mike, saying that he wouldn’t be back in the office until after New Year, but that he’d messaged the guys on duty to check to see if the stepfather had any criminal record and to let him – and me – know if there were any developments. I drove Nina home – we stopped around the corner from her house – so she could see her mum and siblings.
“I’m going to stay here tonight, but I’ll call if there are any problems,” she said before she kissed me and got out of the car. I texted her later that evening.
“Everything OK?”
“Not too bad. Gemma, Lily best you don’t come to the house.”
I went straight aksaray escort out to the car and drove around to where Nina lived. She was standing at the bus stop, holding an overnight bag and crying.
“I just wish Mum would open her fucking eyes!” she sobbed when she got into the car and I leaned over to hug her. “She thinks the sun shines out of his arse when really his arse is all there is of him.”
I took her home, gave her a glass of wine, cooked us some pasta and held her while she told me about Gerry’s temper, the way he was when he was drunk and the way he treated her, her mother and siblings. I felt an overwhelming desire to go round to her house and thrash the living daylights out of her stepfather. Instead, I hugged Nina and, when she’d stopped crying, sent her off to have a shower and get into bed.
I cleared away and, when I heard Nina come out of the bathroom, I went up and showered myself. When I came out, Nina was in bed; my bed, or, since she’d arrived, our bed. There was a soft buzzing noise.
“Feels weird, but it’s actually rather nice,” she said.
“What are you trying?” I’d left the package on the bedside, and I could see that she’d extracted the lubricant and opened a couple of the boxes.
“I – I’ve inserted the vibrating plug. It feels – ooh – rather sexy. It’s sending vibrations up inside my bum and through the back of my pussy. Then I got one of the vibrators out and started using it on my clit. I think, if I carry on like this, I’m going to come. Would you like to help?”
Would I? I pulled back the duvet, climbed into the bed, put my arms around her and kissed her. She felt small and vulnerable in my arms – and delightfully sexy. I licked and sucked her nipples while teasing the entrance to her vagina with my fingers. The expression on her face and the soft moaning noises she was making told me I was doing the right things. Then I slid under the covers, took the cock-shaped vibrator from her hand and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina.
“Don’t – don’t push it in!” she said breathlessly.
“Don’t worry baby,” I replied. “We’ll leave it there. I just want to do this.” I leaned in and gently licked around – but not on – her clit. She squealed and wriggled. I stayed focused, gently lapping away, exploring the nearby folds with my tongue, feeling the weird vibrations. By now she was moaning quite loudly. I tried to avoid making too much contact with the orgasm button, preferring to tease around it, prolonging the build-up and postponing her climax for as long as possible.
But by the way her hips were bucking, I could tell she was very close, and if I didn’t want to lose the moment and reduce the intensity of the orgasm, I had to ensure my timing was just right. A final circuit around her oversized clit with my tongue tip made her cry out. There was so much fluid around that it was wetting the sheet. I decided.
I gently pushed the tip of the vibrator inside the entrance of her vagina. She shrieked.
“No! Careful, don’t…”
And then I captured her clit between my lips and strummed the tip with my tongue, with one hand holding her abdomen to stop her bucking and writhing too much. Her squeals and moans told me everything I needed to know. While my mouth was doing the necessary work, I was conscious that I shouldn’t let the vibrator penetrate too far inside her as she wriggled around in the throes of a powerful orgasm. It was tricky, but I’m not without some skill.
When she finally collapsed onto the bed, begging me to stop, I carefully withdrew the buzzing phallus to remove the risk of hymen damage but kept her clit captive between my lips. She clawed at my hair to try to get me to stop – and then exploded into a second, even stronger orgasm. After which, I was prepared to grant her some mercy.
She arched her back and removed the buzzing plug, dropping it beside the bed. I could still hear its soft hum over Nina’s ragged panting.
“Fuck, Frank – that was – that was insane! I – think I came – from my bum! I didn’t know I could do that.”
“Anal orgasms are supposed to be very intense,” I said, having read up on the subject while Nina was at her mother’s house. “There’s also allegedly this thing called a ‘trigasm’, where the orgasm comes simultaneously from the anus, the G-spot and the clitoris. Again, some women who’ve experienced it say it’s very intense.”
“Well, if it’s more intense than the ones you’ve just given me, eyüp escort I think my body might explode. Fuck, Frank – you’re an artist!”
“I’ve been called that before,” I replied. “Usually preceded with the word ‘piss.'”
“Do you think – do you think that I could get an orgasm from just – just getting fucked?”
“In the pussy or up the arse?”
“Well, either. Did – sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but – but did your wife come when you – when you fucked her?”
I thought for a moment. The memory of making love with Celia made me momentarily sad. “Well, yes, but I was usually doing things with her clit or sometimes her nipples at the same time. I used to try to hit her G-spot with my cock, but as you know, I’m not particularly big.”
“Big enough for my bum, I think,” she said with a saucy smile.
“Naughty girl! But you see, once the vagina has relaxed, it expands to receive the guy’s penis. If he’s big, it’s easier to keep up the G-spot contact. If he isn’t, then in the heat of the moment, you can lose the angle and miss it more often than you hit it.”
“I – I guess I’ll be very tight, the first time. Maybe it’ll feel good when I finally do it.”
“Well, I suggest you break that pesky hymen first. I’ve had to comfort quite a few teenage girls who’ve decided to lose their virginities with a callous or inexperienced guy, and they said it hurt, there was a lot of blood and they didn’t enjoy it.”
“But – but, when the right guy comes along, I want to give him my virginity. Let him know that he’s the first and that I’ve saved it for him.”
“Sweet idea, and very symbolic, but it’ll mean your first time won’t be much fun for you. Better to let him break it with, I dunno, a vibrator, make you come another way, and then penetrate you when everything’s healed and you’re not sore.”
“Yeah, I can see that might be a good idea. But what about my bum, Frank? That plug, it felt – it felt weird but so naughty and sexy. The vibrations went inside – I could feel them in my pussy, before I even used the other vibrator on my clit. And that bit just inside – you know, just inside the ring? The buzz, right there, felt so naughty and erotic. It was nice when you teased that place with your fingers, but the plug was even better. It was a bit difficult to get it in, because it was so big, but afterwards – WOW! It might be tricky to get your cock in there, but I bet it’d feel good.”
My cock gave a little answering pulse at the suggestion of anal sex with this sweet girl.
Then she sat up, smiling broadly. “Hey, Frank, here’s a naughty idea. Why don’t we go out somewhere – I don’t know, a pub or restaurant – with the plug in? And then I can, like, switch the vibrations on, and when I’m fizzing, you can slip your hand into my panties, or – or maybe I wouldn’t be wearing any – and tease my clit so I come. Fuck, Frank, that’d be so naughty and so wild!”
“Very ‘When Harry Met Sally’, except you wouldn’t be faking it. The problem is, you’re very loud when you come. You’d be screaming the place down and everyone would be looking around at this dirty old man and his cute, innocent granddaughter.” I kissed her.
“Frank, I’m not your granddaughter, and I’m not cute and innocent!”
“You’re undoubtedly cute, but I’ll admit that a girl who can deep-throat like that and is talking about anal sex isn’t exactly innocent. I’m sure that the idea of clandestine sexual activity in a public place has a certain frisson to it, but do be aware that, with our age difference, I could easily end up getting arrested and having my career brought to a premature end.”
“I – I could try to be very quiet. Keep my mouth shut.”
“Nina, you’re so vocal that I’d have to use duct tape, and that would be a bit obvious in public. Don’t think I’m complaining. I love it when you moan and scream when you’re coming. Just not in public.”
“I don’t scream!” she protested.
“You do. Next time I go down on you, I’ll set my phone to record the noises you make before I start. You’ll see.”
She giggled. It was a lovely sound.
Then she lay down beside me again and snuggled in close. We kissed.
“Frank, you’re amazing. You’ve been so kind to me. I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you.”
“Well, I think you’ve more than done that by sharing my bed and treating me to the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.”
“But that’s just the start, Frank. Like I said, I’ve done that for guys who meant nothing to me. But – but I’d like to offer you my arse as well.”
“Charming!” I said, laughing.
“I mean, I’d like it if you’d fuck my bum. I want to experience that. I – I watched some anal porn on my phone when I was at Mum’s and I couldn’t sleep. The girl had an orgasm. It was so strong that she squirted pussy juices everywhere. I – I’d like to experience something like that.”
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32