Leading Astray...

Rob slammed the oven door shut, fuming. Shooting a glance out the window he could see his wife laughing with their guests, mingling and enjoying the BBQ. Which was exactly what he was supposed to be doing, it had even been his idea -- yet here he was precariously balancing trays of food, struggling on his own to prepare everything at once and without a single pint of cider.

Sighing he placed a couple of trays down on the last available bit of space on the countertop, still fully loaded up he swore as he noticed all the washing up taking up even more valuable room.

"Mr Taylor?" a voice called behind him. He swung round nearly losing control of the trays and food. Fran, his next door neighbour's daughter had come into the kitchen, clutching an empty glass.

"Hi, you looking for a refill?" Rob asked, "There's more in the fridge."

"I'm ok," she paused "are you enjoying the BBQ?"

"Not really, getting stressed now. Everything's going to be burnt in the minute."

"Is Jane not helping?"

This made him laugh, "She thinks she is" he said looking out the window again where his wife had her hand on a friends shoulder, deep in conversation.

"I could help you."

He looked fully at Fran who was staring at him intently; a slight unease crept up his back. She was really very pretty, large bold eyes set in a clear pale-skinned face. A blush was creeping across her face.

"Well, you could clear some space for these" he said indicating the trays he was still holding, he would feel better having his hands free. Fran stepped forward, a small smile forming, "I was actually thinking of another load..." She was now kneeling and he was frozen.

"What ...." he jumped as her hand cupped him through the jeans; "fuck!" he gasped. He looked wildly around searching for a space to dump the trays, "stop!"

He groaned as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being teased open. Outside no one showed any sign of noticing, too engrossed in the food and conversation. A small warm hand was now trespassing in his boxers, guiding his now fairly hard cock out into the open. Two hands then claimed him, stroking, pulling and teasing.

"Fran!" he snapped, "let me put these down." But he couldn't move from the spot, her hands had paralysed him. Rob watched as she leant closer still, mouth opening slightly. He groaned again in anticipation, and then threw his head back as she softly closed her mouth around him. Drawing a couple of inches in, then withdrawing slowly. No one could probably see her from outside, hidden below the counter top.

"Fuck!" he muttered again as Fran started to speed up, and he responding started to thrust lightly. He was now painfully hard, his control wavering. She was eighteen, his neighbour's -- a friend's daughter. Surely not old enough to be doing this so well, he swiftly looked outside as his wife hugged a male friend of theirs. His control snapped.

The trays clashed loudly as they (with the food) were dumped into the sink full of dirty dishes. Fran squeaked as she was hauled to her feet, she glanced down at his ranging hard on. Grinning impishly she pulled from his grip and as quick as a gazelle vanished towards the stairs and his bedroom.

Rob's pulse was thudding in his ears, sheer male instinct was drawing him upstairs, to pump himself dry and relieve the intense frustration. Yet his conscience kept him in place, out of a sense of duty to his wife and guests, Jane's high pitched laugh sounded from outside. A sound only heard after many units of alcohol, he turned away slowly, blood pounding, his cock twitching.

Mounting the stairs he reached the landing and headed down the hallway, pausing at the bedroom -- empty. Rob noted the bathroom door open.

Fran waited inside, bent over the sink, her ass presented to him -- her expression fathomless as he closed the door behind him. Locked it.

Rob took one deep breath, before closing the space between them grabbing her skirt and pulling it roughly above her waist, shoving her underwear down. Pushing her shoulders down towards the sink he forced himself inside her. Fran cried out as his cock filled her, and without waiting for her to adjust he began to thrust violently. "Oh, oh, oh" she stuttered and shifted her weight accommodating him, he was making some sort of deep rumbling noise as the desperation to come grew. The speed of Rob's thrusts increased. "Is this what you wanted?" he demanded roughly, "Is it?"

She did not answer; her moans were turning into shrieks as she fidgeted under the onslaught. Rob decided he wasn't going to end it so easily, he wanted all of her, her breasts, her ass -- everything.

Stopping suddenly, he pulled out and dragged her from the bathroom to the bedroom that belonged to him and his wife and forced her back down onto the bed. He ripped the shirt from her, her skirt and underwear was tugged off and shoved aside.

After some fumbling her bra was deftly undone and thrown onto the floor -- he attacked her breast hungrily. Like some ravenous animal he pinned her down, his other hand explored while she wriggled and cried out. Fran fought back, biting his neck and shoulders and clawing his back.

"Please? Please! PLEASE!" she begged. Her legs were forced apart again as his cock entered her, Rob held her ass to prevent her moving and plunged even deeper. Fran's eyes widened and she screamed, "Yes! Yes!" her nails dug into his ass as she encouraged him to go even deeper. Curling her legs around his waist holding him inside, preventing too much withdrawal, "Inside" she insisted, "Come inside me!"

Rob needed very little encouragement, ignoring the small protests at the back of his mind -- her age, her size. His face pressed into her neck, drawing in her scent as he pounded her.

Fran froze, her eyes rolled and her head drew back, arching her back she let loose a feral scream as she began to contract around his cock. Rob bellowed in response as his own orgasm ripped through him and frustration released from him, and into her.

They were both gasping for air, unable to move from their exertions. Rob groaned into her neck, "god, I needed that."

Fran smiled wickedly, "always more where that came from..."