I'd like to thank you all for the reception this story has been given. I've been asked about the story straying into non consent, and I'm afraid this chapter has some of it too. But I'm going to keep it in this category because its main theme fits here. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.
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Chapter 05
Misty would never have suspected that Samuel was capable of being sneaky, but he had been and he'd obviously meant to keep it from her. So she decided that she would live by the same standard until she got things sorted out. She couldn't think of any way to explain what had happened with the deputy, or why she had been flashing her tits in the first place. She could blame it all on Samuel and even tell herself that she was justified, but she couldn't deny how horny everything, including the episode with the deputy had left her.
She hadn't realized how many sizes and kinds of cooler pads there were, and didn't want to call Samuel right then, so she gave up on getting them. And by the time she made it back to her car, she was a little nervous about keeping her hair appointment. She'd felt like every person she passed in the immense store had smelled the sex on her. Like she was a bitch in heat strolling through a kennel, every sway of her hips an invitation.
Misty knew the feeling, just as she knew she was loosing it again. She'd felt the same way after her Uncle Pete had taken her virginity one day by their pool. It was at the start of her senior year in high school. She'd just turned eighteen and had trusted him, had thought of him as a replacement for the father she had never known.
It hadn't mattered that he wasn't a real relative, just an old family friend, she'd grown up calling him uncle, and to her he'd been special. He'd treated her like a princess, catering to her childish games when she was little, and giving her unending attention and patience whenever he was around. He'd been there for her as her mother spent less and less time at home, a career as a sales exec dominating her own life.
She'd been lying on her stomach sunbathing when he'd walked out of the house, and she hadn't bother to reach back and retie her top. She'd actually been happy to have him catch her in such a compromising position, and excited to hear about his vacation at a resort in Mexico. And he had described it well, from the sights to see in Cancun to his view hanging from a parasailing rig high over the ocean.
She'd happily agreed to his offer to spread lotion on her back, something he'd never done before. Her questions only pausing for a minute as he'd straddled her legs and begun rubbing it into her shoulders, images of the tropical paradise and the scent of the coconut oil transporting her.
His voice had turned naughty when he confessed that the beaches had been topless, and a guilty thrill had run through her when he said she would have loved it, that she would have been the most beautiful woman there. Her nipples had stiffened at the idea of it, of walking along the beach with him, the tropical sun hot on her bare breasts.
He'd been rubbing the lotion into her back, when she'd felt something soft bumping against her rear as he rocked. Puzzled, she'd reached back to see what it was, her heart almost stopping when her hand closed on his cock. Twisting around, she'd seen his fly open, the veiny pink shaft jutting from his shorts, its head swollen and angry-looking.
Then his weight had been on her, his chest on her back pinning her down. And he'd started kissing her neck, all the while telling her how much he had missed her, that he loved her and had wanted to please her for so long. His fingers tangling in her hair as his mouth moved up her cheek, his horse voice pleading that she understand his love, promising to make it good for her.
She'd felt him reach between them, his knees forcing her legs apart. And she'd tried to tell him to stop, that it didn't have to be like that. She needed to tell him she loved him and was willingly. But she hadn't found the words, and he had taken her. It had hurt so much, his cock stretching her, ripping away her virginity. And he had been relentless in his need, burying his full length in her trembling body before stopping.
She had screamed, the pain and betrayal too much. But her mother wasn't home, nobody had heard it and then his hand had covered her mouth. He had simply lain there for a time, his cock filling her with pain. One hand stroking her hair, telling her it would be all right, that he loved her and needed her. That she was beautiful and thanking her for giving him such a precious gift.
Scared, confused and hurting, she'd lain there quietly weeping, trying to understand what she'd done to make him treat her like that. Unable to believe he was the same man that had made her feel so safe, or that her fantasies about him had been so wrong. He had started moving then, his hips rocking just a little at first, his cock moving slowly inside her. Then more, the stokes getting longer, dragging and burning where her virginity had been, only to go on and on.
It had become her whole world for a time, her mind retreating from the confusion to focusing on the strange intruder inside her. His murmured words receding to a dull buzzing in her ear as the pain had faded. The discomfort easing as she became wet, the pleasure growing in spite of everything. A tiny pinprick that reached out and started pulling at her breath, at the fibers of her being. She had fought against it, tried to deny it. But like him, it had taken her anyway.
He'd left her there, and worse, he'd stopped coming around. She hadn't been able to talk to anyone about it, because he'd been her only confidant, and he wouldn't answer her calls. So she'd gone a little crazy for a time, running around fucking anyone who paid her the slightest bit of attention, earning a reputation as the best cocksucker in her class. A skill she'd been proud to demonstrate on any Tom, Dick and Harry with a zipper.
Her mother had eventually stepped in, hearing about her exploits, she'd moved Misty to a private school. A veritable prison with rules and chaperons twenty-four seven. Where they had beaten the wildness out of her, had forced sanity back into her.
Now she wasn't so sure, as those old wanton feelings reawakened in her, she was thinking maybe they had robbed her of her true nature. Maybe her Uncle Pete had actually been the victim back then, caught in a web of desire too strong to resist by a silly girl who flirted too much. She could understand that, not being able to resist, not wanting to. Everything else aside, she had to admit she felt alive again.
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I watched Sarah's eyes as I blew my load, looking directly at her as the cum erupted from my cock. But she was too focused to notice, and disappeared from the ladder almost before I was finished. I lay there spent, listening for the door, half hoping, half afraid she would come into the room. Knowing that if she did I would fuck her. That I would impale that sweet body of hers.
What I heard though, was her door. And I sighed as the tension drained from me. Glad I didn't have to face my own lust, but more than a little disappointed.
Pulling the towel from beneath me, I used it to clean up the mess I'd made, careful not to get any on the bed cover. That would be all I needed, to have Misty find a big cum stain on the spread. Satisfied, I pulled on some cutoffs and a t-shirt. Then stepped into my old flip-flops, and headed back outside.
Passing Sarah's door, I paused, then tapped on it. "I'll be outside," I called through it, "I need to put the ladder away." It felt awkward standing there, like we had crossed a line that was hard to uncross, and I supposed we had. She called back something about a shower, so I went on outside. There were tools to be put up, and some fresh air to clear my head.
There hadn't been many people out and about earlier, and it was the same now. The only person in sight was Kimberly and her dog Bones down the block. She waved at me and I waved back.
Kimberly was our girl next door, living only three houses down, and while not really a shy girl, she was very quiet and reserved. She appeared taller than her five seven or so because she was so lanky, I doubted she weighed a hundred pounds. She had turned nineteen recently, but she was one of those girls who would look like a teen when she was thirty. Especially when you saw her out walking Bones, though I use the term walking loosely. It was more like she was trying to slow the young Great Dane down as he romped through the neighborhood, dragging her along in his wake. Luckily, for all his size, he seemed to be a friendly cuss. He was the only reason I even knew who Kimberly was, having dragged her right to me the first time we met so he could say a sloppy hand-licking hello.
Kimberly didn't make any effort to look her age either, keeping her long red hair bound up in perpetual pigtails. She had huge green eyes and was freckled like a field of clover, but if you could get her to smile, the eyes sparkled like emeralds. Unfortunately, those moments were few and all too brief, as she seemed almost afraid to shine. I suspected there was a brilliant wit trapped inside of her.
She lived with her grandparents for some reason, though I never saw her in anybody's company other than the dog, and to be honest, I thought they were a matched pair. She had that same lean almost stringy muscularity and oversized joints as the dog did. Both looked like they had just gone through a growth spurt and were waiting for their flesh to fill in, and her clothes usually draped loosely from her body just like the adolescent Dane's skin.
As she turned into her driveway, it occurred to me that I should introduce Sarah to her. They were close enough in age. Marking that as something I needed to remember, I surveyed the yard. It would pass Misty's scrutiny I decided, then coiled the hose and grabbed the ladder.
