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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

please do not read it.

 

                                    Mabel’s Story

                                         Chapter Two

 

While Mabel lay in her bed and tried to assuage the hunger in her never-fucked cunt her unsuspecting parents were in the room across the hall.  Mike lay beside his wife wondering if she wanted it tonight.  Their sex was less frequent now than it used to be but what it lacked in quantity was more than compensated for by quality.  Delores had matured well but, like many men, he wished he had a bigger cock.  At times she damn near broke his back trying to get his average length deeper into her.  God, though, she sure could control those inner muscles.

 

“Do you think there’s something bothering Mabel?  She seemed down tonight?  Sort of depressed?”

 

“I didn’t notice anything, Mike.  Why?”

 

“I don’t know?  She just acted preoccupied.  Like her mind was somewhere else…and once after dinner I thought I saw tears in her eyes?

 

“Did you speak to her about it?”

 

“Well…no…I went to her bedroom after she went to bed but…well…it wasn’t a good time to ask.”

 

“Why was that?”

 

“Well…she was…you know…occupied?”

 

“Hah.  You mean she was masturbating.  That’s not surprising.  She’s got a lot of new hormones rushing around now.  I know how I was at fourteen and I bet you were the same way.”

 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.  It’s a good thing that piano teacher is like he is.  I wouldn’t want to leave her alone with a straight guy.”

 

“How much do you think of her that way, Mike?  I mean, like, fucking her?”

 

“My God, Delores?   She’s our daughter?’

 

“Yes…and she’s a beautiful, sexy woman-to-be, too.  When you see that ripe, young body you must think about how it would be to be in her?”

 

“Well…maybe a bit.  But?   Don’t ever let her know I said that.  She’d never speak to me again.”

 

“Hah!  Haven’t you ever noticed the way she looks at you sometimes?  If she knew you thought about it she’d be on her back for you in a New York minute.  She’s been masturbating for more than two years now.  I’ve seen her.  She’s a hot, little cookie, even if she’s our daughter.”

 

“Yeah…like her mother.”

 

“What’s this?” Delores asked with a smile.  “It got you hard, didn’t it.   Thinking about her that way.   How about using that on your ancient wife.   She wants it too.”

 

As Mike mounted his wife’s compliant body he couldn’t keep from thinking about his daughter’s firm-fleshed form but he managed to complete the act without committing mental incest.  Just barely.

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“Is Mr. Williams in?”  Mabel waited while the woman who had answered the phone went to get her piano teacher.  Was the woman his mother?  His landlady?   She sounded too old to be a girlfriend.

 

“Dale Williams here,” her piano teacher said in his quiet voice.  “Who is this?”

 

“It’s Mabel, Sir.  I wondered…” and she hesitated but, screwing up her courage, she forged ahead.  “Can you?  Like?  Come over today to make up for the lesson I missed yesterday?”

 

“Uh…yeah…I guess so?”  Did she want a piano lesson or was she suggesting she wanted to finish what they started yesterday?  He was scared.  What if she did and he fucked her and he got caught?  They’d send him to jail.  She was too young, even if she said yes.  He’d go but if she tried anything like yesterday he’d give her a good talking to.  Nothing more.

 

“When?   Like, when can you come over?”

 

“I’ll be there in an hour or so, Mabel.  You can practice scales while you’re waiting for me.”

 

Young Mabel didn’t practice on the piano.  As soon as she hung up the phone she went to her parents’ bedroom and rummaged around their dresser drawer.  First, a condom.   She wanted to be fucked but she sure didn’t want to be pregnant.  Then she took the tube of K-Y jelly.  She was already getting wet in anticipation but she wanted to be sure he got his cock into her with a minimum of difficulty.  She looked at the mammoth dildo in the drawer.  God.   Did her mother actually take that inside?

 

He was not going to do anything, even if she wanted it.  Dale fought the lewd urge that coursed through his loins and his organ swelled despite his resolve.  Was she a virgin?  Not likely but he still didn’t dare do it whether she was willing or not.

 

The horny but inexperienced girl finished her preparations.  The condom and the K-Y were at the head of her bed.  She’d showered and put on the light sun dress again with nothing at all under it.  And she sat near the front door and waited.

 

Dale hesitated before ringing the front doorbell, trying to push the image of the girl’s nearly naked body from his mind.  And trying to forget the shame of going off before he got into her willingly offered cunt.   But in spite of his fear and his shame he could feel the blood rushing to his cock.  He rang the doorbell and in an instant the door opened.

 

“Hello Mabel.  How are….” He started to say as he stepped inside but before he could complete the sentence the lightly clad girl was on her knees before him, her fingers fumbling with his fly.

 

It was easy to find her teacher’s semi-erect tool and Mabel quickly unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled the gristly fleshtube from the confines of his undershorts.  It was the first cock she’d seen close up and she looked at it with prurient curiosity, holding it at first as if she thought it might break.

 

Dale knew then that he couldn’t resist.  The sight of the beautiful adolescent kneeling, her warm hands fondling his prick was more than even a Saint could have resisted.

 

Mabel marveled at the instrument in her hands.  It had still been somewhat flexible when she’d pulled it out but now it was rigid, the smooth skin stretched tightly over its almost eight-inch length.  She stroked it, hearing the man’s sharp intake of breath as she did so and seeing the little drop of clear fluid that appeared in the tiny eye of the purple tip.

 

The man’s knees quaked as his student leaned closer and then he felt the hot moistness of her tongue sliding along the underside.  Oh God!  Was she going to suck his cock?  His balls felt heavy and began to ache as the girl ran her hotly pebbled tongue the full length from his sac to the sensitive tip.

 

The girl was fascinated.  The cock was so hard, a hot, velvety cylinder and, as the colorless fluid dripped from its tip she caught a dribble of the tasteless liquid with her tongue.  There was a faint soapy odor, the residue of his recent shower and she wrapped her lips around the bulbous, purple knob.  She’d never felt anything as smooth and slick as this and she wondered what he would do if she took more of it in her mouth.

 

All the piano teacher could do was stand there.  His legs felt rubbery and, careful not to break contact with her glorious mouth, he leaned back against the wall for support.

 

Mabel was able to wrap her fingers almost completely around the hard cylinder and she gave it a few pumps as she continued to lick and suck it.  She wanted to make him cum now so he wouldn’t leave her hanging like he had yesterday.  What would it feel like to let him cum in her mouth?  She was tempted but, as she felt the rigid shaft give a little pulse, she backed off and pointed it away from her face.

 

The man groaned with a mixture of relief and frustration as he lost control.  He twisted his hips, seeking the hot comfort of the girl’s sexy mouth but she held his cock tightly and pumped it rapidly, making sure it was directed to the side.  Then she felt the hard cylinder give a mighty jerk and the first jet of creamy gism shot out in a parabolic stream that went past her shoulder to land on the hardwood floor.

 

The girl enjoyed a sort of triumph as her teacher’s prick jumped and she felt the hidden, inner tube on its underside swell as his semen coursed through it.  After the first forceful spurt the second barely cleared the tip and then the last of the creamy liquid dribbled out and dropped onto her kneeling thighs.

 

Would that be all?  Would he make her stop, now that she’d taken the edge off his desire?  Mabel felt him try to pull away but she held tightly to the deflating cylinder and then wrapped her soft lips around it again.

 

With the release of his lust, Dale was again afraid but the sight and feel of the kneeling girl’s sexy mouth on his cum-numbed tool re-ignited his lust.  Still, he was too timid to do anything except lean against the wall and let the precocious teen mouthe his cock.

 

Damn!  Why didn’t he take over?  The girl was frustrated by her teacher’s reticence.  Was he some kind of Casper Milquetoast who’d been browbeaten by his mother?  If she wanted to get fucked she’d have to take control.  She pumped on the softening cock and sucked it until she felt it harden between her lips.  Holding his once more erect tool tightly she got to her feet and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.  She was going to make him fuck her but not on the hardwood floor of the hallway.

 

“Take off your clothes, Mr. Williams,” Mabel said in a firm voice as she peeled her sundress off over her head.  “And put this on.” She tore the wrapper from the condom and handed it to him.

 

He couldn’t believe what was happening.  The timid piano teacher quickly stripped off his clothes and then fumbled with the tissue-thin condom and rolled it onto his erection.  His young student was sprawled on her back on the bed and he could see that she was slathering her pussy with a clear fluid from the tube she held in her hand.  Her untrimmed bush looked soft and inviting, its nearly blonde hair making her look even younger than she was, like a precocious pre-teen.  The fat lips of her pussy were swollen and slightly parted and he paused, nervous at the thought of what he was about to do.

 

“C’mon Mr. Williams.   Do it,” Mabel ordered as she grabbed his tool again and squirted some K-Y jelly onto it.  “You know what I want, Sir.  Put your cock into my cunt and pop my cherry.  I want you to fuck me.”

 

Dale felt as if it was he, not her who was a fourteen-year-old beginner.  He knelt on the bed between her compliantly spread thighs and then she was guiding him, drawing his cock down closer to the beckoning nest.

 

“Yeah…Oohhh yeah…that feels good,” Mabel sighed as she felt her virgin opening stretching around the hot, slick knob.  It was thicker than the whisk handle and much, much better.  It was alive, hot and hard and alive.  “Put it in, Mr. Williams.  Yes!  Like that,” she gasped as her teacher pushed deeper.

 

Oh God.  It was Heaven.  Dale savoured the hot, wet clasp of the girl’s cuntmouth around the head of his cock.  He looked down at the naked fourteen-year-old girl with her long, shapely legs spread wide apart, her firm breasts tipped by little, bulging conical areola with the hard nipples pointing out like the caps of toothpaste tubes.  He didn’t care if she’d fucked every boy and teacher in her school he wanted to have her.

 

Mabel’s fingers were holding the man’s shaft loosely as if to ensure that he didn’t escape before he popped her cherry and fucked her.  Hot, warm tingles emanated outward from her fuzzy-furred young pussy as the man’s knob flexed involuntarily in her cuntmouth and titillated the sensitive nerve-endings.  But she wanted more.  She was consumed by a hunger greater than her fingers had ever produced.

 

“Mr. Williams?  Don’t stop?  Put it in!”  She grasped his hard ass and pulled at him, tilting her smooth pelvis as if she’d done this many times.   “Deeper!  I want it!”

 

Dale pushed in deeper and then he felt something.  An obstruction.   My God!  The girl was a virgin!  She still had her cherry!  The twenty six year old wimp felt a tremendous rush of power as he rammed his cockhead against the fragile barrier and suddenly it gave way and he was engulfed completely by the tightly clasping, warmly giving inner flesh of the young girl’s adolescent vagina.

 

“Hunnh!” Mabel gasped, as she felt something snap like a rubber band and there was a pulling, a tearing inside her like she’d tried to lift something heavy and hurt herself.  She looked down to where she was joined to her teacher but now there was no space between them.  He was in her.  All the way in her and it hurt.  But it was a good kind of hurt.

 

“Move Mr. Williams.   Fuck me,” the girl urged and like an obedient child Dale began to pump in and out.  Mabel liked the feel of him inside her.  She adjusted her position, bending her legs at the knees so she could push up at him and sort of wriggling her hips.

 

Even though the girl had jerked him off a short while ago the intense pleasure he was gaining from the most intimate clasp of her body was quickly raising his libido to an unsustainable level.  He began to pump faster, her devirginated passage already looser on his cock as the pressure in his testicles increased to the critical point.

 

Mabel looked up at her teacher, happy that he was fucking her and feeling a growing heat deep in her belly.  She uttered little gasping grunts as his tempo increased and his chest rubbed excitingly on her swollen nipples.  Then she heard him groan and his hips hammered hers in the staccato rhythm that signaled his imminent orgasm.  His hands clutched her shoulders and the deep thrusting stake sort of jumped inside her.  Yes. He was cumming, she thought with a sort of satisfaction.

 

The man had no thought of his partner’s needs.  The clinging clasp of her adolescent vagina was milking him and he was exploding.  It was unlike any previous climax and he felt like his juices were being extracted from his heels to his very guts and he pumped his sperm into the flimsy condom and collapsed panting on top of his young student.

 

The girl lay motionless under her teacher’s heavy weight, seeing the vacant smile of satiation on his face.  At that moment she almost giggled, he looked so silly.  She didn’t want him to stop but, after a moment, he withdrew and began to put on his clothes.  She saw the little pouch of semen in the tit at the end of the condom as he pulled it off and looked for a place to put it.  What would it be like to be fucked without a condom, she thought.  Would I feel closer to him?

 

Dale didn’t say much and he didn’t suggest that they complete the piano lesson.  When he left Mabel remained on the bed and, with her fingers, she worked at completing what her teacher had begun.  She felt more like she’d been used than made love to.  It had been sort of fun but not as special as she’d thought it would be.  If only he had fucked her a little longer.  She was sure that she was close to an orgasm when he stopped and she really wanted to cum with his cock inside her.  She’d liked being fucked but she was still disappointed that he’d stopped too soon.

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