Jessica (Note for Literotica moderators and readers: Jessica is 22)
Things got busy the way they do and suddenly it was a week since I'd been laid. I went through a really bad period too. While I was on the rag I got into a phone argument with Johnny about stupid shit, not even anything to do with guys. After I hung up, for the first time ever, a thought ran through my head that scared me. I thought, why am I even with Johnny? Johnny and I had been solid for more than a year and I'd become such a happier person since he and I started dating. But it just all felt wrong.
A few days later, I was walking home from a bus stop and this car stops across the street from me and I hear "Hey! Jessica!" I couldn't quite make out who it was until I crossed the street but then I saw that it was Mr. Waters, the father of my ex-boyfriend, Dell. The last time I'd seen him, a few weeks back at a barbeque for Dell, he'd put my hand up against his crotch. He'd always been kind of mean to me, so I didn't know why he was calling to me now.
"What's up, Mr. Waters?" I tried to act calm, but he always made me nervous. He also looked exactly like Dell, but about 20 years older. He had broad shoulders, milk chocolate skin. Deep brown eyes. He had the same awesome smile that Dell did too, but he rarely used it and he came off as a really hard, unhappy person.
"I saw you walking across the street and remembered that you and Dell used to smoke up a lot, ain't that right?" I shrugged. "He left a bunch of weed at the house. Thought you might want to come over and smoke up."
"With you?" I couldn't hide the surprise on my face.
"What, you too good to come over to my house? Don't be like that. I'm fuckin' offerin' you some free dope and you get all bitchy? Shit!" That frown of his was back.
I wasn't stupid. This was about Mr. Waters wanting to get in my pants. He was handsome in a weird way and was Clarence's cousin and honestly, I was horny. But he was a mean son of a bitch and I didn't like him. I started to shake my head no. He started up again. "Look, I don't smoke the shit. I drink. Come over, smoke a bit, you can take some home. Lil T will be there too. I know he'd like it if you came over."
It was true that I missed Lil T, Dell's younger brother. It was also true that some weed sounded great. He saw my expression change and he said, "Hop in, girl." I went around and hopped in his car and he drove us back to his place.
The weed was really good. Mr Waters was drinking whiskey and he poured me one as well. But Lil T wasn't around and I was a little disappointed. He was a great guy and I was pretty sure that I was the first girl he ever french kissed, years back. When I asked where he was, Mr. Waters said, "I don't know. Thought he'd be here. Boy's hard to keep track of." We talked about Dell and about school and Mr. Waters' job.
I'd had a whiskey and gotten comfortably baked. It was about time to head home. We were sitting in the living room, me on a short little couch and Mr. Waters on the couch next to me. He was close enough to talk to, but far enough away that he couldn't touch me.
I was just sipping down the last of my whiskey when he just reached down, undid his pants and pulled his dick out. It was limp and laying there against his pants. I almost blurted out, "It looks just like Dell's!", but I managed to keep that inside. Instead, I just kind of stared.
Mr. Waters finally spoke up. "Dell told me you was a freak and really liked getting fucked. I ain't gotten laid in months." He just sipped his whiskey again, like it was no big deal to whip your dick out in the middle of a conversation. I couldn't stop thinking about how it looked just like Dell's, long with a slight bend to it, a fat head that was just a little bit lighter brown than the shaft.
I still hadn't moved or said anything. "I see you starin' at it. Why don't you come over here and put that mouth on it." It was a straight up question, but the answer wasn't so easy. First, this was my ex-boyfriend's father. He was a lot older than me. I thought he was kind of a dick. On the other end of things, Johnny didn't really seem to care very much who I fucked or how I felt about them. I hadn't gotten laid in awhile. Mr. Waters also kind of reminded me of Dell and my sex with Dell had always been pretty awesome.
I thought about it for a second or two longer, then said fuck it. I set down the whiskey glass and I went around to the couch he was on and sat down next to him. I leaned over, grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and let that fat head slip into my mouth.
He leaned back and said, "I knew you was a little slut." The moment I started giving him head, I realized I was carrying around all this frustration and tension and on top of that I was stupidly horny and high as fuck. I just needed to cut loose for a bit. I wanted to feel wanted. He put a hand on the back of my head and pushed down a little. "Get that dick, little girl. Don't be shy. I wanna feel that shit in your throat."
His cock was getting hard pretty fast. I worked him up and down and I could feel that fat head tickling my gag reflex. I started stroking him while I sucked on his head, but I guess he didn't really want that because he stopped me. "Let's go upstairs." Then he surprised the hell out of me by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. It was something Dell would have done and I loved it.
He took me up to his bedroom, which was kind of filthy. He obviously hadn't had a girl over in awhile. There were clothes and beer bottles everywhere and his bed was a mess. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me between his legs. "Take off that shirt. Let me see those nice titties again." I pulled my shirt over my head and for some reason, right then, I started feeling weird again. Maybe it was because I'd just fucked Dell in his room down the hall the other week. Maybe it was that Mr. Waters was so much older than me. I wasn't sure. But I was getting a little weirded out.
He reached up and pulled the straps of my bra down and pulled out my breasts. He latched onto one with his hand and the other one with his mouth and sucked hard. I put my hands on the back of his smooth head and let him suck on me. It felt wonderful.
Despite feeling weird, I found myself stepping out of my flats and unbuttoning my jeans. When I'd gotten them undone, he reached to the sides and yanked them down along with my underwear. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, little girl." That gave me a chill. I kept thinking, I should stop this. But I didn't.
When I stepped out of my pants, he stood up and turned me around and put me on my back on the bed. Then he put his hands under my knees and lifted my legs high and wide. He surprised me though by bending down and taking a long slow lick at my pussy. Not many guys I knew liked to eat pussy, so I didn't even bother asking most of the time. But he was eager and I put my hands back on that smooth head of his.
He flicked at my clit with his tongue and then stuck it inside me like it was a dick. He heard me moan and he looked up from between my legs. "Gettin' that pussy all kinds of wet, ain't I?" I nodded at him again. He went back to licking me and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it.
Then he moved me up further on the bed and took off his pants and underwear. He wasn't in as good as shape as Dell was by a long shot. But he wasn't flabby at all and he was in the best shape I'd ever seen for a guy his age. His skin was the same chocolate color that Dell's was but he had short curly hair all over his body.
After he took off his shirt, he climbed up on the bed with me. His cock was rock hard and I could see pre-cum leaking out of the head. I said, "Grab a condom."
He got a weird look on his face. "You got a disease?"
"No."
