a lot of nights jerking off after seeing her young body wandering around in the buff. She had been living with me for just over four months when she piped up one day and announced that she had decided to have sex and that she had found the perfect partner. She described her future lover and he sounded like a good choice. Clean, considerate, gentle, caring, and an all around nice guy. Someone she felt she could trust not to hurt her either physically or emotionally. I ran through the list of friends I knew of but I drew a blank. He had to be someone I didn't know. The upshot was she was soon on the pill with the understanding that she would do nothing until she had been on it at least two months. The last thing she needed was a kid of her own. I had almost forgotten about the whole thing until one night I was having a very nice sex dream about her. I could feel her fingers around my stiffing cock and could even smell the fragrance of a nice clean girl ready to make love. My dreams are not usually that clear or that detailed so I was really enjoying this one when I realized that I was awake and not dreaming. In the dim light of the room I could see her body bent over mine and her intent was clear. She was out to get me inside of her as soon as she could.
She ignored my protests and demands that she stop and calmly assured me that she knew just exactly what she was doing and that I had already given her permission to have sex with the man she loved. That I thought it was somebody else didn't change a thing, she was here and it was time. She was not going to wake up a virgin in the morning and the only question was who would get her cherry. She wanted and hoped it would be me but if I refused there were others and she named a boy that had been after her to sleep with him for quite a while. I knew the little twit and within ten minutes of his crawling off her supine body the entire school would know every detail. Sometimes a man has to surrender to the inevitable and with the resounding approval of my cock I gave in. I told her to slow down and to let me lead her since I knew more that she did. She was eager but understood my reasoning. We both wanted her first time to be good. I suspected that she had been masturbating in preparation because of some questions she had asked and my suspicions were confirmed when she made comments about it being just how she liked it while I played with her pussy.
I've always thought that any girl should know how to bring herself to orgasm before she tries sex with a man for real. Girls are different and unlike guys most of them have to learn how to come while boys just do it and usually too fast. Her small tits were quite nice to the touch and were sensitive enough to get her started. She was even happier when I started on her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure even before I starting kissing her there. After the first kiss she spread herself wide and let me know she wanted more. I kept her so busy enjoying what was happening to her that she never even thought about my pleasure but I knew that would come later. Besides I wanted her head to come off when she finally had me inside her. I stopped just before I expected her to climax and before she could object or question why I had stopped lapping her pussy I was inside her and had even broken her hymen. It had happened so fast the she hardly noticed the pain from the tearing and was soon focused only on the feeling of having a live prick working inside of her. She was a fast learner. It took her no time at all before she was fucking back and enjoying the hell out of it. She had been practicing pleasing herself and it was paying off. I pushed the hell out of her for quite a while before I felt her pussy start to convulse with her orgasm and as it did I let mine go. She went nuts. I spent the next half an hour letting her down easy until she was just a warm wet puddle of flesh resting on my chest. She was no longer virgin and the small smile she wore as she slept showed her contentment with the situation. We had a rematch in the morning and this time she tried to please me. Her first attempt at going down on me was cute and fumbling but I helped her work out the kinks and she finely did a creditable job at the blow and even tried to swallow my semen. She lost about half but the intent was there and I give an A for effort. We experimented with different positions and movements but the time came when she just wanted to be fucked. I had her on her back with her legs over my hips and my dick in her. I love this position since I can get both hands in action and I did so with her. Having one hand busy playing her clit drove her bonkers but what put her over the edge was when I stuck a finger in her tight little asshole. She was gone. She asked what I had done and at first the idea kind of grossed her out but she remembered what it did to her so we talked about it. We spent the rest of the day just fooling around without doing anything serious until that evening. We had a very nice slow comfortable screw and fell asleep still connected. After that we had sex almost every night and the only way to describe it is fantastic. I thought I was sixteen again. How lucky can an old man in his fifties get, to have a lover so young and vibrant? Fifty-five and fourteen, what an age difference! But that didn't matter, she didn't mind, we were two people who loved and enjoyed each other. We had about a year together before her dad died and she had to go live with her aunt across the country. It was painful for us but legally she had to live with a guardian and if anyone found out what we were doing, I would go to jail. On out last night as we were getting into it big time she called a halt and sat me in a chair. She told me she had stopped taking the pill and she wanted me to impregnate her, so that she would always have something of mine. I surprised myself by agreeing. I had grown kids and never wanted more but I would give her this. The plan was, she would find a boy fast at her new home and fuck him and put the blame on him so it would never get back that I was the father, which would only mean trouble for me. I was too old for prison. She did indeed get pregnant. She was fifteen and she slept with a seventeen year old boy she married but that didn't last two years. She was a single mom and away from her aunt and I helped her out, sending money now and then.
She would send me photos of the baby as it grew. When she was eighteen I asked her to come back and we could be a family but she had a good job and she liked being independent. She wrote that if she ever wanted a second baby, she would come and visit me.
Little Ashley Was a Brat
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Ashley Elliott and her mother Nora moved into my apartment complex on a Saturday afternoon, four doors down from me.
There were no rental trucks or trailers or a throng of friends and family helping to unload the two women's' material possessions with care. There was simply a mother and a daughter with everything they owned between them stuffed into a beat up station wagon.
Granted, a few days later a truck from one of those big rental furniture companies, that rent things at ungodly high monthly rates, showed up at the Nye residence and dropped off one bed, two tables and a very small sofa. My mind would constantly wonder what kind of life those two ladies were enduring inside that cramped apartment.
Rebecca Nye appeared, at first glance, to be in her late 40's but I would later find out she was over 10 years younger than that. Her weathered face and slumped posture indicated that she had led a very difficult and arduous life to that point. Her daughter, Belinda, also seemed to have the look of a woman that was older than her calendar years. In her case, despite the fact that she was only 13 when she moved in, she could have easily passed for 20. There was an inherent bleakness in Belinda's brown eyes that spoke of great turmoil in her life as well. It appeared that Belinda had seen more in her 13 years than anyone should in a lifetime. She was definitely mature for her age, in more ways than one. Her long brown hair was often pulled back into a pony tail but when she teased it on the rare occasions that she went out and added some makeup, she took on the radiant glow of a young groupie that wouldn't have a problem making it backstage at any concert. On the rare occasion I happened to see Belinda and her Mom go somewhere together, there was a tangible aloofness between the two that spoke of a mountain's worth of festering, unresolved conflict. When I would see each woman on their own with their own friends, both Rebecca and Belinda seemed like complexity different people than they did when Mother and Daughter were hanging out together. As the months wore on, I slowly pieced together some of the tendencies of their relationship and frankly I came to believe that the teenager was keeping better and more stable company than her Mother was. It was an interesting dichotomy.
Children are naturally rebellious and frequently react unpredictably in the face of authority. When no authority is put forth, children can go in one of two directions. It appeared that Belinda Nye had chosen the path of being the responsible one while her Mother went about her merry way, living life in the really fast lane. Still, bound by the mores and laws of society, my 13 year old neighbor was trapped in her predicament and I sensed that she would eventually fall victim to the same vicious patterns her Mother was living out in front of her, unless she could somehow escape from it.
