occasionally spearing, like Ahab to the white whale, her hole with my tongue. She screamed through two more orgasms and then she grabbed my head in her hands, stared into my eyes, and said: “Fuck me, please fuck me now.”
I needed no more words. I took her there on the couch, on my knees with her legs over my shoulders. I slid my dick slowly into her. I got the head inside and paused. She was neither tight nor loose, just enough to let me enjoy it and still last. Now I slid the rest of the way in and felt her pussy's silky smooth wetness engulf my cock. I decided that the wait was worth it; she was very wet and very warm and felt so glorious wrapped around my dick like the nasty birthday present. I fucked her and fucked her and wished it could last all day and I felt my own orgasm rising in my balls like oil making its way to the earth, rushing like a freight train through my dick. I shot baby batter; I pumped and pumped. With each squirt her body gave a little jerk.
We rested a bit, and then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. We lay in bed for the rest of the afternoon making love and just touching…
Chapter II. The Road to Ruins
The next few weeks we settled into a comfortable routine. She spent most of her free time at my apartment and whenever possible in my bed, always careful to be home before Mom and Dad would think it indecent.
One day, I came home from work and she was waiting for me, excited about something.
“Guess what, chicken butt!”
“You won the lottery?” I said.
“Almost. Mom and Dad are going away for two weeks-a church retreat. So I can stay here with you, if you want me to… while they're gone.”
“I would love to have you here.” I was happy about it. I had been considering asking her to move in but was concerned about ruining a good thing by having her around all the time and finding out she ate crackers in bed or something. As it was I was getting laid regular and had my privacy too. The second thing I was worried about was that I knew her parents would not approve; she hadn't even told them she was dating anyone let alone a heathen like me-and “older” guy, once-married. So this way I got to have a two week trial to see if I could put up with her 24/7 and then I could worry about the parents later. Maybe I would even have to go to church a few times so they at least wouldn't think I was Satan incarnate.
Then the bomb: Donna had a younger sister who, according to her parents, was on the road to eternal damnation and had to be monitored constantly. They had planned on sending her to grandmother's for the two weeks but the kid refused, adamantly, and said she would run away from there. Seems he had been spying on her big sister and knew all about her “sinful affair” with me, right down to where I lived and worked and that I was, gasp, a divorced man. She threatened Donna with exposure if she did not help convince their parents to not only leave her behind but stay with us at my apartment so she could be in town instead of stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Her sister, Veronica, had just turned 13 and was not exactly what I would consider on the road to ruins. She was still a virgin, but had been caught kissing a boy behind the church on a Sunday a few months earlier. She liked rap music but did not dance and she had been caught smoking once a few years earlier, at age ten. She had even gone to an R-rated movie once or twice and had viewed porn at a friend's (I wouldn't know until later, however, that she also given a blowjob or two, making that kiss behind the church pale in its sinfulness).
I was not thrilled with the idea of having Veronica stay with us. To let her imagine her sister's sins was one thing; to give her an up-close-and-personal was quite different. Still, I relented. I would let Veronica use the second bedroom but she damn well better not cause me any grief or there would be hell to pay. I wanted to meet Veronica before we got started and Donna said she'd bring the sister by. Turned out that Veronica was just as cute as Donna and except for eye color and lack of breasts, she was what Donna must have looked like at 13. Same hair, same braces, same legs and ass, maybe just a tad thinner; I wondered if her tits would ever get bigger than Donna's or if the two girls would share that. I also wondered why Donna inherited the green eyes (and from who) and Veronica had the typical blonde's blue peepers.
Donna must have told her I was pissed because when they got to my place she started off by apologizing for being a sneak but that she just wanted to have a little fun. I couldn't blame her for that, just the way she went about it. I spoke to her very frankly about the upcoming two weeks. I told her that as far as I was concerned she was an adult and any trouble she got into was her problem, but that if she did anything to ruin her sisters two week stay, whatever her father would be nothing like what I'd do. The combination of my being so much older than her and the way I spoke to her as well as the fact that I was “worldly” was enough to make me an authority figure to her; she seemed to take it all very seriously. She thanked me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I have always been a sucker for a pretty little girl and a kiss on the cheek so I couldn't stay mad. She seemed like a good kid.
The girls were able to convince their parents that Donna was reformed enough and responsible enough to watch Veronica and make sure she got to prayer meetings and Sunday services and grandma was nice but she wasn't born again and might mislead Veronica by accident.
Chapter III. Finger-Fuckers
The girls arrived at my place just before dinner, each carrying a bag. I couldn't resist the tease. “What's in the bags?” I said with a wink.
Veronica said, “Clothes and stuff.”
“Clothes?” I said. “You're not allowed to wear clothes here; we spend all our time naked, unless we go out in public. Right, Donna?”
“Absolutely,” Donna said and started unbuttoning her shirt.
A look of pure horror raced over Veronica's face.
Donna and I burst out laughing and poor Veronica realized it was all a joke.
“Sorry,” I told Veronica.
“Ha ha,” she said, “and here I was just about to get naked!”
I gave her a curious look and she stuck her tongue out at me.
Then I gave her a look that said “I'd sure like to see that” but I'm not sure if she caught it.
Did I? A 13 year old girl naked? Why the hell not.
Veronica put her stuff in the spare room and Donna carried her bag right into my room. Veronica seemed shocked at this wanton display of impending sin, but she didn't say anything, just observed wide-eyed.
We finished off the day with dinner and television. After watching TV for a while Donna decided to get ready for bed. She disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later wearing one of those oversized T- shirts that girls like to wear to bed. She sat down with me on the couch again and said, “Veronica, you can get ready for bed if you want, unless you plan on going out tonight.”
Veronica got up from the easy chair she was sitting in and headed for her bedroom. She stopped halfway there and turned and asked, “Is it okay if I take a shower?”
“Please,” I said. “There's a towel for you behind the bathroom door. Make yourself at home.”
She responded with a nervous smile. A few seconds later we heard the bathroom door close. At that sound Donna took my hand and placed it between her legs, under her T-shirt. I was delighted to find she wasn't wearing any panties and I immediately set to work stimulating her with my hand. I slowly applied pressure and gently rubbed her mound. She was wet and I continued my ministrations to her pussy and could feel her juices seeping out of her and onto her thighs. I slipped a finger down and entered her. I fingered her through an orgasm. Both of us were to preoccupied to hear the bathroom door open later. Having caught movement out of the corner of my eye, my attention was drawn to the other room where I saw Veronica standing there with her mouth hanging open, watching me finger-fuck her sister while I had my tongue down her throat. I watched her reaction without letting on that I knew she was there and after a couple of minutes she retreated into her bedroom.
