Leigh’s Descent

All characters and situations are fictional.

All characters are above the age of consent.

Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.

I'm standing at the window of my balcony overlooking the parking lot in the apartment complex I live in. The rain is pouring down. Worse, it's a rare morning thunderstorm. And here I am without a car, and I have to go to work. I look at my ID in my hand, which displays my smiling face and my name: Leigh Terrell. I'm obviously not smiling like that now.

I work less than two miles from home, and I often walk to and from work in nice weather. But today is obviously not the type of weather to walk in. I had a car, but it died two months ago and I have been saving up to find something cheap, but I struggle enough to make ends meet as it is.

I've worked as a financial accountant for a small company for over twenty years now, handling records for several local small businesses. I can retire and draw a pension--we're one of the few companies that haven't done away with our regular pension plan--but it wouldn't be enough to live on. If I could find another job I might retire and have the two incomes to get by on.

My husband divorced me more than four years ago. He pays child support, and covers the health insurance for me and the boys, but that's it. My two sons are both 17. Junior, the oldest, turns 18 in a few weeks and has decided to join the Navy by the end of summer. So I will be losing child support for him soon. Danny just turned 17. My family likes to call the boys 'Irish Twins', a reference to them resulting from back-to-back pregnancies. I became pregnant with Danny about six weeks after giving birth to Junior. So each year, for about a month, they are the same age.

Both boys are with their father for six weeks over the summer, so I'm not getting any support now anyway.

I wasn't expecting to be in such a financial situation in my forties. But here I am; 43 and living paycheck to paycheck.

I am waiting for Anna to show up. Seeing the weather forecast last night, I called her to get a ride to work. Otherwise I would have to blow money on an Uber, which will cost even more during the morning rush hour.

I look at myself in the mirror. I'm dressed in tan slacks, and a short-sleeved button up white blouse. My brown hair hangs just below my shoulders. I think I look pretty good for being a 43-year-old single mother of two teenagers. My regular walks and casual exercise has kept me in pretty good shape. My B-cup breasts look firm. I used to be jealous of women with bigger boobs, but as I aged I felt better about my size because gravity hasn't caught up to me like it has with my friends who have larger bust.

I've been told that I have a pretty face. I'd say cute, but nothing spectacular. I've had a few men ask me out since my divorce, but I have rarely agree to date. I did a couple times, but nothing ever came of it. So for the better part of five years I jokingly say that I am bi sexual, because I'm by myself whenever I have sex. My hand is my only companion. I don't dare buy a vibrator because I don't want to risk one of my boys finding it.

My phone rings, and I see Anna's name. "Hello." I answer.

Great! Anna has an emergency and can't take me to work today. Shit. I hang up the phone. What the hell am I going to do now? If I walk, even using an umbrella, I will be soaked to the bone, and I'll be very late. I guess I can use Uber, but I'll probably be late then since it will take a while for a driver to get here during rush hour. And I don't want to spend the money.

Then I remember Ricky; the 18-year-old who lives across the hall. He is one of Junior's best friends. He graduated with Junior a few weeks ago. Ricky is a crude guy, slightly longish dark brown hair, slender and tall, and he has a reputation for being what Junior calls a player. I don't know the full meaning, but I know enough to understand that he has been with a few girls already.

But I know that Ricky is home. I just saw him park his older Toyota in the parking lot a few minutes ago. Since graduating, Ricky has worked midnights at a local gas station. His parents would be at work by now. I decide to go next door and ask him if he will drive me to work. He did take me once a few months ago, when my car had another issue. He drove me while taking my boys with him on their way to school.

I go across the hall and knock on the door. I don't get an answer. Surly he didn't go to bed already. I knock again, and hear the door unlock. Ricky opens the door, wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. His bare chest is hairless, and he is a little more muscular than I remember.

"Mrs. Terrell, what's up?"

"You know it's not Mrs. anymore, Ricky. Just call me Leigh." I tell him.

"Come inside." He says, holding the door open for me. I step inside saying, "I'm in a bind, Ricky. Can you drive me to work?"

As he closes the door I notice the TV. On the screen is a paused picture of two women performing a blowjob on a guy. I see a paper towel on the couch and don't have to guess as to what I interrupted.

Ricky sees me staring at the TV, "Oh, sorry. I was just... Oh shit, why try to hide it. I was trying to jack off when you knocked. What can I say, I'm a horny guy and I like to run my laptop through the TV when my parents aren't home."

I feel myself blushing and turn away from the graphic content on the screen. "Can you take me to work?"

Ricky noticeably frowns, "Well I guess I could. But what's in it for me?"

"I don't have any cash on me, but I can give you something later."

Ricky looks at the TV then back to me. "Well, there is something else you can do."

I remember overhearing some conversations between Ricky and Junior. I recall that Ricky has bragged about a couple of the local girls who have provided sexual favors for him in return for rides. I realize that he is suggesting that I do the same.

"Look Ricky, I'm twenty-five years older than you. And you're best friends with Junior. That wouldn't be right."

"I wouldn't tell Connor anything." Ricky replies, using Junior's actual name. No one but his brother, me, and his father call him Junior.

"And as far as age," he continues, we are both single adults, so there is nothing wrong with it."

I turn to leave, but Ricky is blocking the door. "Come on, Leigh, just a quick blowjob, and then I'll drive you straight to work."

"I don't suck dick." I snap at him.

"Well no wonder Mr. Terrell left you." He says. Then he holds his hands up, "Just kidding, I was just trying to lighten things up."

"That's not it. I don't like doing that. It's not... shit, I don't have to explain myself to you." I stammer.

I'm positive that I'm red as a beet right now. In truth, I have sucked my husband's dick, and a couple others before him, but just for a minute or so usually. I do like the sensation of feeling a man grow hard in my mouth, knowing that my lips and tongue are providing such a great feeling for him. But I don't like the act. I feel it's a little degrading. And I definitely don't want cum in my mouth.

My ex tricked me into letting him start cumming in my mouth once. I pulled away, but not before getting an initial mouth full. I thought I was going to puke. I went over a year before I attempted to suck him at all after that stunt. But even after I did it again, it was only a few times a year and only until he was hard enough to fuck. I eventually stopped completely. It has probably been at least ten or more years since I let him into my mouth the last time.

"Look, other girls get me off for rides. Why not you. It sure is raining hard out there. And I was trying to cum when you came over, so we can help each other out."

"I can't believe you." I tell him. "Look, I'm not having sex just for a two mile ride."

"How about a handjob. I was jacking off when you knocked. I'd rather have your hand on my cock than my own."

I stared at him. "It's just a handjob, and I promise I won't tell anyone. Shit, no one would believe me anyway."

"I haven't touched another man since my husband left me." I say.

"Well it's about time you did." Ricky says. "Please, I'm horny as hell and it won't take long."

I look out the window, then at the clock. I really don't have time to call an Uber and can't walk. I can't believe that Ricky is wanting me to do this just for a ride. But he is right about one thing. Nobody would believe him if he told anyone about this. I'm desperate, and it's not like we would really be having sex.

"Fine, but you better keep your fucking mouth shut."

Ricky is smiling from ear to ear. He unfastens his jeans and drops them to the floor, then slides his boxer shorts off. I stare at his dick. It's half hard and growing. But it is completely saved. I've never seen a man shaved before. My ex never groomed at all. In fact, none of the four men I had been with before him had either.

Despite what I am about to do, I inwardly smile at the thought of the four men before my husband. I had always told my ex that I had only screwed one man before him. I only admitted that because he knew me when I was dating the guy. After we broke up I told him that there had really been four men before him, and that all had bigger dicks than him. That wasn't actually true either, but I just wanted to say something to make him feel bad.

"Take off your clothes." Ricky says, bringing me back to what is happening.

"No way." I answer.

"Look, at least let me see your tits."

"Fine." I reluctantly unbutton my blouse and pull it apart, but leaving it on. Then I pull my bra up to expose my tits to him.

"What the hell..." Ricky spoke up, and I realize that he has taken note of my third nipple. More accurately, it's called a supernumerary nipple. It has been years--well before I had to explain it to my ex husband--since I've had to explain it to anyone.

They can be as small as a freckle or mole, or be a little larger and even have small areola around them. Mine is the latter. It's on my right breast, just over an inch to the right, and a little lower, from my nipple.

It looks like a miniature nipple. My ex used to enjoy licking it, along with my normal nipple, going back and forth on them both. I never had the heart to tell him that it had hardly any sensitivity, unlike my normal nipples that are ultra sensitive.

I quickly explain it to Ricky, who only has a passing interest. I see that his dick is now fully erect. It must be at least seven inches long, maybe more. I can't really judge the size that well, especially with it shaved, but I can tell that it's bigger than my ex husband's. I've seen a few others in porn that were larger. I don't like porn, but my ex watched it and had me watch it with him a few times.

Ricky motions for me to join him on the couch. I sit down on his right side. He leans back and I take his hard dick in my right hand, firmly gripping it and slowly begin jacking him off. I cannot believe that I am playing with a man's dick, and one that is only a few months older than my oldest son. His best friend at that.

Ricky moves his right hand up and begins playing with my right tit. I do my best to ignore it and let him continue, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. As he fondles me, he plays with both my normal and extra nipple. I try to ignore his hand and increase my pace as I play with his hard dick.

"Oh that feels good, Leigh." He tells me. His dick feels so hard and firm in my hand. I stare at it as my hand slides up and down. I make sure to engulf the head with each stroke. I do this for three, maybe four minutes, then I feel it getting just a little harder, and swelling larger too.

"Faster." He says. So I move my hand more quickly. I feel his dick throb and I hear him exhale. His hips elevate just a little off the couch, and I see his cum begin to spurt even before feeling the throbbing of his orgasm.

"Don't stop, don't stop." He says as he cums.

I stare in amazement at the volume of cum he is releasing. Instead of what I am used to, Ricky is launching thick, white, cords of stream as his cum blasts out of his dick. He is thrusting up to meet my strokes. I count no less than ten voluminous loads that shoot out, landing on his chest and belly before spreading about on him, before the amount decreases into a few more ejaculations that sputter and then ooze out, with some of it spilling onto my thumb and backhand as I continue stroking him.

I am astonished at how much cum came out of him, and think, "he wanted to blow that into my mouth. He'd drown a girl with that."

"Oh that felt good." Ricky says.

I remove my hand, looking at the cum running down it, thinking that I have not had another man's dick in my hand since I was only a few years older than Ricky. I grab the paper towel that is still on the couch and wipe my hand clean.

"Grab me some more of those from the kitchen." Ricky says.

I run into the kitchen and pull several sheets off the paper towel roll and hurry back to give them to him. Ricky cleans the cum off of him and then stands up. He grabs the paper towels and hurries to the trash can with them. His dick is still half hard and I watch it jiggle as he walks. I pull down my bra and button my blouse. Pointing at the clock I say, "We have to go."

Ricky pulls on his jeans, then puts on his uniform shirt from the gas station before grabbing his cap with the matching logo and leads me out the door. I rush into my apartment and grab my purse and an umbrella before we head downstairs and out to his car.

He starts the car and pulls out of his parking space, making small talk as we drive. He tells me about his job, how he only makes minimum wage but all he does is sit in a booth all night, and how this job will be good when he begins taking classes at community college in September. It doesn't really matter what he is saying, because all I can think of is how I was just holding this 18-year-old's dick in my hand while he was spewing the largest amount of semen I have ever seen at one time.

He pauses and I blurt out, "Do you always..." I hesitate for a moment then go through with it, "Do you always cum like that?"

Ricky looks my way for a moment, "Why, was it too fast? I usually cum faster with handjobs because of the speed. Hell, I cum even faster when I jack off."

"No, not that," I interrupt him, "I mean do you always cum that much?"

"Oh that, yeah, usually. I've always blown big loads. I never thought anything about it until a couple girls brought it to my attention. I guess I'm just lucky."

When I don't say anything, Ricky says, "Would you like to make me cum again? You just gave me a boner talking about it."

"No." I tell him, but Ricky is already turning into a parking lot and pulls into a parking space.

"What the hell are you doing, Ricky?"

Ricky puts the car into park and turns off the engine. Then he unfastens his pants, exposing his erect dick to me. "Go ahead, make me cum again so you can see how much I blow this time."

"I'm not doing that again." I tell him.

"Come on, Leigh, you're obviously interested or you wouldn't have brought it up."

I can't take my eyes off his dick. "I have to get to work, Ricky."

"Then you better hurry up." He says. He reaches over and grabs my right hand and pulls it to his dick. I try to pull away, but don't put up much of a struggle when he holds my hand there. "Someone might see us." I say.

"No one is going to walk by us in this rain. And any cars that go by won't see what we're doing. The sooner you do this the sooner you'll get to work."

"Whatever." I say, as I wrap my fingers around his dick and start stroking him for the second time this morning. This time I go faster, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. Ricky doesn't seem to mind. He reaches down and uses the lever to lower his seat back. I keep my eyes focused on his dick as I stroke it, waiting to see how much cum he releases this time. I flinch whenever a car passes by, thinking that they might see what I'm doing to this young man.

"I'm almost there." Ricky tells me. I can feel his dick stiffen a little more, and I try to go faster.

"Oh yes, make me cum." He says. His legs start moving back and forth as his orgasm begins. I hear him moan as cum jets out of the head of his dick. Like before, several long, thick streams blast out of him, landing on his shirt. This time I keep count and he produces nine full streams before it reduces to a few smaller releases. Once he stops oozing I release his dick and wipe my hand on his cum covered shirt. "There, are you happy?"

"I sure am." He answers, putting his seat upright and starting the car. "I'm going to have to wash this shirt when I get home." He says as he begins driving.

I don't say a word until he pulls up to the door in front of my office. As I'm getting out of the car, he says, "Thanks for a fun morning. Give me a call if you need a ride home from work. Hell, let me know if you ever need a ride anywhere again. I'll drive you to work every day if you do that for me."

I slam the door and rush inside without speaking.

* * *

It's Friday morning. I get out of bed and look outside and see that it is raining again. It's not nearly as bad as yesterday, but it's unusual to rain two mornings in a row at this time of year. Fortunately, I don't care, because I'm off today. I work every other Saturday, so on those weeks I'm off on Friday instead of Saturday. Unfortunately, I can never sleep in. I'm just too used to getting up at the same time of day.

I drank some wine last night, mainly to try to get what I did with Ricky out of my mind before going to bed. But even that didn't enable me to sleep longer.

Thankfully, the rain stopped around noon yesterday, so I was able to walk home. I would have called Uber no matter what the cost before calling Ricky and having to face him again. Jacking him off twice is more than enough for me.

I'm wearing only a pair of panties. With no one at home I don't need to put on anything else at the moment. I walk into the kitchen, making sure the curtains are closed before going through the living room topless. I grab a box of cereal and pour some into a bowl. I open the refrigerator and grab the milk carton. I open it, sniffing to make sure it's still good, and pour some into the bowl.

Seeing the milk stream into the bowl suddenly reminds me of Ricky's voluminous cum shots that I witnessed yesterday. Geez, will I ever get that picture out of my mind.

I sit down on the couch, using the remote to turn the TV on and start watching the news as I eat breakfast. I'm almost finished when I hear a knock the door. "Who the hell is that this early?" I ask aloud.

I jump up, setting the nearly finished bowl of cereal on the table and rush to the bedroom to grab my robe. I pull it on, closing it around me before opening the door. I see Ricky standing there in his work uniform.

"Good morning, Leigh. It's raining again, so I thought I'd offer you a ride to work."

I can see by the look on his face that he's hoping for another handjob.

"Thanks, Ricky, but today is my day off. I don't need a ride. I don't think I'll need one again."

"Anything else I can do for you today?" He asks. His eyes look down my body. I follow and see that my robe has opened slightly. Not enough to expose anything, but my cleavage is clearly visible. I close it again, not that it matters, he saw my bare tits yesterday after all.

"No, I don't need anything." I tell him.

I hear footsteps and realize that someone is coming down the stairs.

"Hey, a guy I know has a car he wants to sell. I got the information if you're interested." He tells me.

I am interested, but I don't want to stand in the doorway in my robe with people passing by. I also need to talk to Ricky about yesterday. "Why don't you step inside for a minute." I offer.