{Friar Dave} Marie chapter four (part 2 of 3 parts)
FRIAR DAVE
"Better to use Carpenter's Glue." I nodded. "What color will you paint
it?"
"I don't want to paint it. I like wood."
He grinned. "Smart girl. You could stain it, you know. That would give
it a shade to go with your room and wouldn't hide the grain."
"I suppose, but Dad's always talking abut how easy it is to mess up
with stain."
"Naw; you just have to know how to do it. I'm going to stain a piece I
just made; want to watch?"
Well, of course I did, and I'd known -- from peeking through his
basement window -- that was what he was going to do, which was why I'd
asked the question I'd asked. Heheheh.
His basement was as neat as his living room. Half of it was a little
recreation room with a pool table. Built-in couches lined two walls.
We went into his workshop, and he showed me how he stained furniture
-- in this case, a natural penetrating stain on the maple top of what
would be a gorgeous credenza. And he was right: It was easy and neat,
not a all messy, if you knew what you were doing.
That could be said about a lot of things.
I thanked him, and we stepped back into the rec room. I picked up the
cue ball and rolled it toward the neat triangle of balls waiting at
the other end of the table.
"Do you play?"
I shook my head. "Always wanted to learn how, but we don't have one."
"Van and Irene have one. I'm surprised Tod hasn't taught you."
I laughed. "Tod's always trying to teach me something, but it's not
pool. He's always grabbing me and stuff."
"Pretty girl like you will have to expect that and figure out how to
deal with it."
"I wouldn't mind, so much," I said, "except Tod's so grabby and such
an -- " I shut my mouth.
"An asshole?"
I laughed. "Exactly."
"Pool's rules are simple for the major games," he explained. "It's
getting good at it that's tough. Good at pool means practice." He
frowned. "Good at anything means practice." Then he brightened. "Want
me to teach you?"
"You wouldn't mind -- "
"Not at all." He selected a pair of sticks from the rack, and showed
me how to hold the stick and stroke. I kept messing up. On purpose.
[Well, okay, so it wasn't entirely on purpose. I'd never played
before. Now, do you want to talk about me being a klutz or about what
happened? Okay.]
"Here," he said, moving around the table to stand behind me.
"Hold on." I removed the windbreaker in the warm room. Now my tits
were exposed against the tanktop. The deep arm openings went down so
low that I knew he could see the sides of my breasts. "Okay."
He reached his arms around me and bent me forward a little to reach
the cue ball. I could sense him trying stiffly not to make any body
contact. I was having none of that, so I kept arching my butt out
until I felt his thigh against my butt. Then I shimmied to the left
and rubbed my butt on his crotch a little. He froze, still as a rock
-- and the lump in his jeans was just as hard.
He stood straight, and I straightened with him, taking his wrists in
my hands. I led his hands to my tits and placed them. He lightly
cupped my breasts and his thumbs moved back and forth across my stiff
nipples through the tee-shirt. My breathing was as shallow as his.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he said quietly.
"Why not?"
"You're just a kid -- "
I pulled his hands tighter against my breasts and stood on tiptoes to
rub my denim-clad ass into his crotch. I turned within his arms. "I
know what I'm doing." I smiled up at him. "I like it. I want to do it
-- with you."
I reached down to cup one hand against his balls. My hand was filled.
I unzipped his jeans and wiggled open the waist snap, then pushed them
down. He was, happily, naked underneath. His dick was the largest I'd
ever seen at that point, about eight inches, and quite thick. The head
was throbbing against the underside of my tits through the tee-shirt.
I grabbed the thick shaft in both hands and lightly stroked. He
groaned and rested his hands lightly on my shoulders. I bent a little
at the waist and licked the thick head of his prick, then opened my
mouth and took it inside. By then I knew some things to do with my
tongue and lips, and I did them. I sucked and tongued his dick head,
and he groaned and warned me he was going to cum if I did that. I made
a loud, affirmative noise and sucked and jacked his cock all the more
urgently, squeezing it at the same time. It was like squeezing a piece
of wood inside a thin rubber covering.
He was true to his word, too -- he came. Oh, boy, did he come! He
arched backward, and his dick swelled up inside my mouth so much I
don't think I could have removed it if I'd wanted to, and then he
started shooting. I don't know how long it had been since his last
ejaculation, but the stuff started to pour out of him in powerful
streams that made me gurgle, no matter how fast I swallowed. He let
loose three or four of those long geysers and then began shooting fast
spurts -- splat - splat - splat -- like that.
After about a half minute. the spurts slowed and stopped, and his dick
started to shrivel some. I sucked the head as I pulled back and was
rewarded with a last shivering dribble of his cum and a soft groan
from him.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and his face was even with my
tits. He pulled my tanktop over my head -- it was pretty gooey with
his cum, anyhow -- and started licking and kissing my little tits. He
would take most of my tit in his mouth and suck and slowly squeeze it
out until just the nipple remained inside -- and then he'd fasten onto
my nipple. He'd suck like mad and whip the tip of his tongue back and
forth over it so fast that I literally had an orgasm with each tit,
just as if my nipples were little clitorises.
All the time he was doing that, he was unfastening my shorts and
pushing them down. When they fell to the floor, he ran his hands up
over the backs of my legs and clamped a hand over each cheek of my
ass. My butt was so small and tight he could cover it with both hands.
Two fingertips reached past my asshole and began to rub the thoroughly
dripping lips of my swollen little snatch. I came again when he
slipped a fingertip into the entrance of my cunt.
Suddenly, he reached behind himself and pulled one of the cushions off
the banquette. He whipped the cushion above my head and banged it down
onto the pool table behind me. Then he stood, lifting me with him. I
wrapped my legs around his hips and felt the underside of his
reinvigorating cock against my pussy. He lay me on the cushion on the
pool table and disengaged my leg grip, then lifted my ankles high,
bent at the waist and began feasting.
He licked my thighs, and I came. He licked my cunt, and I came. He
licked and sucked my clitoris, and I came. Soon I was just cumming,
again and again. He took my ankles in his hands and pulled them wide
and tried to stick his tongue inside my pussy. I was so small -- and
even tighter from the constant orgasms -- that he couldn't even get
the tip into me. But I was glad he tried, because it just made me keep
cumming.
Then he pushed my legs back till my knees were near my shoulders. I
was completely opened to his attentions, and my cunt was aimed up at
the ceiling. Now he moved his face back farther and began licking the
inner slopes of my ass cheeks. I shrieked with surprise and pleasure
and then with even more pleasure when he began swiping his tongue back
and forth over my asshole. He tried to get the tip of his tongue into
my ass. There was no way it was going to penetrate -- but I had fun
with his trying! I'd had no idea anything could feel so good back
there, and I came again.
He turned me and the cushion on the pool table. Instead of my legs
hanging over the edge, now I was laying along one side. He stood
beside he table, next to my head, facing my feet. My heels were on the
felt and my legs were bent and apart. He bent forward, put his face
between my legs and started licking me again, and I started cumming
again. All I could feel was pleasure, endless pleasure.
At some point, he got one hand under my butt and beyond and then he
bent his wrist and forced one long, thick finger up my cunt. My pussy
grabbed it and tried to get cum from the finger, and I came some more.
Then he wedged a second finger in with it, stretching my little twat,
and all the time kept licking me and sucking my clittie. The juices
were running down into the crack of my flexing ass.
Then he pushed his pinky into my asshole.
I yelped -- it hurt! But I was cumming, too, and couldn't stop
cumming, and he just kept working the finger into the narrow hole,
forcing it deeper and deeper until it was all the way in.
He just held it there without moving it, but that didn't matter: I was
thoroughly stuffed, front and back, and the fingers stretching my cunt
were wriggling. I could feel them pressing against the finger in my
ass and vice versa -- and all the time he was licking and sucking my
clit.
I started cumming again, and then I couldn't stop, either. Sometime in
there, he started moving all three fingers in and out of me,
separately. My narrow little butt-hole had loosened just a little and
it still wasn't comfortable -- but it sure as hell didn't hurt. At
some point I wasn't sure if the orgasms were starting with my clittie,
in my cunt or even -- and I couldn't believe this -- in my ass. All I
knew was I was cumming and cumming and didn't want it to stop.
But stop it did -- when he withdrew his fingers and his mouth. The
last thing he did was pull his pinky out of my ass, moving it in
little circles as he withdrew it. It was like he was trying to widen
the aperture. I don't think it worked, but at least it didn't hurt.
Didn't even feel half bad, actually.
He stood straight beside the table and turned the cushion and me to
our original position, with my ass perched at the edge. Again, he took
my ankles in his hands and pulled my legs open, but this time he
rested my calves on his shoulders. He stepped forward, and his big,
hard cock throbbed against my belly. His balls were pressed against my
cunny and the head of his dick was almost on my belly button.
He rocked back and forth. The underside of his fat prick rubbed over
my hairless pussy and massaged my swollen, protruding clit. It was
making me crazy.
Finally he backed up and took his dick in one hand. He put the knob
against my cunt.
"Spread your little wings for me, baby," he said.
I reached down between us and held my pussy lips wide. He rubbed and
rotated the head of his dick in the oily cup formed by my opened pussy
and then started pressing forward.
If I'd thought his cock felt big in my mouth, that was nothing; it was
positively massive now. I felt like someone was slowly driving the fat
end of a baseball bat into my little pussy. It wasn't comfortable, but
it didn't hurt, either. And it was only exciting in an abstract way,
not in real physical pleasure.
He pressed it in, and my cunt lips started to fold in with his dick.
He pulled back and moved some of the lubrication around and then
pushed again. This time the whole glans made it inside. I felt like it
was possessing me from the inside. Again, my cunt lips started getting
caught, and again he withdrew to spread the lubrication.
He did this three or four times, each time getting more and more into
me and then the head was pressed through the inner constriction and I
could feel it stretching the walls of my cunt.
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