Granted Ch. 02byjallen944©
Grant hesitated again. He wasn't prepared for questions. Jon said nothing about questions. But she hadn't kicked him out yet, or called her husband. He decided to push it.
"When I look at you it gets really hard."
"Is that so?"
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Maybe you could help me figure out why it gets so hard."
She put the scotch glass on the counter. Her hand reached for his crotch and rubbed the hard lump. His eyes rolled back and closed.
"It is very hard, isn't it?" she said. He could only nod. "We'd better go up to my room. You can show it to me there."
She led the way up the stairs, walking slowly and rocking her hips side to side. Her ass was just about level with his face and he could not tear his eyes away.
At the top of the stairs they turned left. Loren's room was to the right, and her door was open. She might get mad that he wasn't coming to see her, but what could he do about it?
He followed Mrs. Stills into her bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed with her legs crossed.
"Ok, go ahead. You can show it to me now," she said.
Her eyes were staring at the front of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, and his hands were shaking. His jeans fell to his ankles and he pushed his shorts down. His dick stood straight out. Her eyes grew wide.
"My goodness, Grant. That's a very large penis you have. How long did you say it is?"
"I don't know. I never measured it."
"Come over here so I can get a closer look."
She uncrossed her legs. He waddled toward her. She grabbed his dick and pulled him even closer, between her spread legs.
"It must be a foot long, at least," she said in a soft, low voice. Her fingers caressed the shaft and reached under to rub his balls.
Grant closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow. Her touch was so delicate, so soothing. When she spoke, her mouth was barely an inch from his dick and he could feel the warmth of her breath.
"Did I make it hard like this?"
"Yeah," he said, but could barely choke out the word.
"It must get very uncomfortable for you. What can I do to make it better?"
His chest was tight. He could hardly breathe.
"You can kiss it," he said.
"You want me to kiss it?" She was looking up at him with wide, blinking eyes. She held the shaft of his dick against her cheek with both hands.
Grant just nodded. He couldn't make words come out any more.
"How about right here on the tip? How about if I kiss the tip?"
Her soft lips touched the tip of his dick with a smack and he groaned. He locked his knees to keep them from giving out. She kissed it again.
"I hope that's better. But it's still very, very hard. Maybe I should kiss it some more."
Grant swallowed hard and grunted "Ok," but she had already smothered the head in a big, wet kiss. Her lips moved down the side of the shaft, and her warm breath made his pubic hairs tingle.
"You taste delicious," she said. Her voice was muffled by his dick.
"Thanks," was all he could think to say. What else was he supposed to say to a woman who said she liked the taste of his dick?
Her lips parted wide around the head of his dick, then it was going into her mouth. Grant groaned. He couldn't believe it was really happening. Her mouth was warm and moist. His knees started to give out he put his hands on her shoulders to hold himself up.
She had one hand on his thigh and one hand around his shaft, and her head moved back and forth. Her mouth made slurping noises and she was dripping drool all over the place. With a gasp, she yanked his dick out and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Goodness, that's a lot of cock," she said. A string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the head of his dick. "I'm having trouble getting more of it in my mouth. I want you to push it in with your hips, ok?"
"Ok," he said, but he wasn't sure what she meant.
She stared at it like she was concentrating really hard and pumped it with both hands in a tight grip. When she was ready, she opened her mouth wide and jammed his dick in to the back of her mouth, where it made her gag. His first reaction was to jerk away, but she held him in place with her hands around his legs, and pulled him toward her. He had no choice but to push his dick deeper into her mouth with his hips. A couple more inches of the shaft slid between her lips, which only made her gag more. She held him there, bobbing her head back and forth. The feeling was so good it made his toes curl in his shoes.
Finally she pushed him away. His dick flopped out of her mouth, and with it a glob of saliva that landed on the carpet by his foot. She coughed furiously and wiped at the tears from her eyes. When she recovered, she looked up at him and grinned.
"How was that?" she said. She put her hand around his slimy shaft and pumped slowly.
"That was ... pretty good."
Mrs. Stills frowned. "Just pretty good? I can do better than pretty good." She licked the head and sucked it between her lips. "I always wanted to find a dick long enough that I could swallow. I'll just keep trying until I get it right."
She opened her mouth wide, but just before she put his dick in, she paused and turned to the open window.
"What is it?" Grant said, feeling impatient. He wished she wouldn't stop now, not before she made him shoot his wad.
"I heard something. Hold on." She got up and went to the window, but stood at the side by the wall and looked down into the back yard. "Shit. My husband's boss and his bitch wife are here."
"What are you gonna do?" Grant said. He was still standing in front of the bed with his jeans around his ankles and his hard dick standing out.
"I have to go down there and say hi. You stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." She stopped at the door. "And don't jerk off. I want your cum for myself."
Grant's shoulders slumped. What was he supposed to do now? She was so close. Another minute and she would have made him shoot his stuff. What if her husband came up and found him half naked in his bedroom? How was he supposed to explain that? He would kick the shit out of him and he'd never find out what Mrs. Stills meant about swallowing his dick.
It started to go limp. He sighed and sat down on the bed where she was sitting. He rubbed himself to keep it hard, but it went soft anyway. Now Mrs. Stills would have to start all over, and what if he couldn't get it hard again?
He sighed and leaned back on the bed with both hands. That was when he noticed Loren standing outside the door, partly hidden by the door frame.
"Hi," he said, and tried to cover himself with both hands.
She came into the room. "What are you doing in here? I was waiting for you in my room."
"Your Mom brought me in here."
"To suck my dick."
Loren sat next to him on the bed. "Really? Was she doing it?"
"Well, yeah," Grant said. She kept trying to see under his hands and he squeezed his legs together.
"What do you mean? Didn't you like it?"
"I liked it?"
"Then what's wrong?"
"Well, she had to leave, and we weren't finished."
"Oh," Loren said. She finally managed to pull one of his hands away from his lap. "It's all soft. Isn't it supposed to be hard?"
"It was hard when your Mom was sucking on it."
"What made it go soft?"
Grant sighed. "I thought about what your Dad would do if he found me here."
"Yeah. I bet he'd be really mad. Do you want me to get it hard again?" she said.
She was already rubbing his dick and it was starting to get hard again. He leaned back on the bed and supported himself on his elbows.
"That feels really good," he said.
"I'll get you hard but I am not gonna put it in my mouth. That just sounds gross," she said, and wrinkled her nose.
"Your Mom didn't mind. She liked it."
"I don't care. I don't even wanna try it."
He grew hard quickly. Her small hand would not close around the shaft.
"Maybe one day you'd like to touch me down there," she said and spread her legs.
"No you won't," Mrs. Stills said from the doorway.
Loren snatched her hand away and closed her legs. Grant sat up quickly and tried to push his dick down between his legs, but it was too difficult to hide.
"Hi Mom. I was just-" Loren started to say.
"I know what you were just about to do. I thought we talked about fooling around with boys? You're not old enough."
"I'm eighteen, Mom. And he told me you were sucking him and he got soft after you left, so I was just helping him get hard again."
"She didn't even want to put it in her mouth," Grant said.
Mrs. Stills had her hands on her hips and let them drop to her sides.
"Fine. Loren, we'll talk about this later. Go down and find your cousin. Try to keep her out of trouble, too."
Loren hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. Mrs. Stills shut the door behind her. When she turned to Grant she had a black, angry look on her face.
"You weren't thinking about making my daughter suck your cock, were you?"
Grant hesitated before he answered. "Maybe."
"Maybe? Loren is not ready to fool around with boys. I'm not ready for her to be putting her hands on a cock. She is definitely not ready for you."
He got up and pulled up his jeans. "If you're mad at me I can leave."
"Get back on that bed and get your pants off. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."
She unbuttoned her shorts, let them drop to the floor and stepped out. Under the shorts she wore tiny black panties.
"What are you doing?" he said.
He let his jeans fall back to the floor, but he was too stunned to sit down. She took off her panties and walked toward him.
"Have you ever made love with a woman?"
Her hands touched his shoulders and gently pushed him back on the bed. He fell over like a tree.
"I have to be back to the party in a few minutes. I don't have time to teach you all about that so I'm just gonna fuck you."
"Ok," he said. He was laying on his back with his dick standing straight up, and swallowed hard.
She climbed on the end of the bed and swung her leg over his waist. His dick slapped her belly. She wrapped her hand around it and guided it between her legs. He clenched the bed covers in his hands and groaned from deep within his chest.
"Just hold on, baby. Don't cum now. I don't even have you inside me yet," Mrs. Stills said.
The head of his dick pierced her opening. She was warm and moist, and the sensation enveloped his dick. He clenched his jaws, fighting to hold on. Mrs. Stills pressed herself down on him. His dick started to slide into her, but very slowly, and she made a painful face. She stopped, panting hard, and smiled at him.
"Damn, that's a tight fit. I don't know if I can get it in," she said. She put her hands on his chest and her nails clawed into his shirt. "I'll just have to try a little harder."
She worked her hips up and down. Only a few inches of the end of his dick were in her pussy. Each time she came down on him a little bit more worked its way inside her. She bit her lower lip between her teeth and was moaning softly. Then something seemed to pop inside her. She opened her eyes wide. Her tight pussy swallowed the rest of his dick and her weight settled on his body.
"Oh my God. I can feel it all the way up here," she said in a soft whisper and pressed in on her belly just below her belly button. She looked over her shoulder at the bedroom door. "I hope my husband doesn't come up here looking for me. This would not be a good time."
Grant groaned and thrust his hips off the bed, lifting Mrs. Stills as well. She giggled and held on for the ride.
"Oh man, I wanna do it. I wanna shoot my load," he said.
"Don't do it too soon. You gotta make it last a while. You gotta fuck me for a while, then let it happen."
She pulled her shirt up over her breasts and unhooked her bra.
"Give me you hands."
He put his hands in hers and she put them on her bare boobs. He squeezed hard and she squealed.
"Ouch. Not so hard. Be gentle with them."
He eased his grip and massaged them gently.
"There you go. That's better. Now let's get you some good fucking. I got places to be."
Her hips rocked back and forth. She leaned over him with her hands on the mattress by his shoulders and pumped her hips up and down, raising her ass until just the tip of his dick was in her pussy, then plunging herself back down on it. She pounded herself faster and harder on his dick, and it didn't take long before he was ready to shoot.
All he could do was grunt. He tried to make words come out to let her know it was happening, but his mouth wouldn't work. His hands moved down to her ass and his fingers dug into her soft flesh, pulling her down on his dick as hard as he could. When he finally released, he let out a deep groan. It felt as if his fluids were shooting from his dick like he had a firehose inside her. Mrs. Stills eyes snapped open and the corners of her mouth curled up.
Mmm that feels good," she said in a soft purr like a cat. She sat up straight over him and ran her hands through her long blonde hair. Her breasts bounced gently.
She looked down at him and smiled. "That was pretty good for your first time."
She lifted herself off his dick and it fell out and slapped his leg. A gush of white stuff dribbled down her leg.
"Damn, that's a lot of cum. I can feel more of it inside me," she said, and pushed on her belly.
Grant propped himself up on his elbows.
"Is that it?" he said.
"What do you mean is that it? Didn't you like that for your first fuck?"
She put on her panties and shorts, and she still had a drip running down the inside of her leg.
"Yeah, I liked it."
Mrs. Stills pulled her bra and shirt down over her breasts and checked her hair in the mirror.
"I thought you'd like it. Maybe I'll take you to my sister sometime. She could use a good fucking. Listen, give me a couple of minutes before you come down. I don't want anyone to see us together, all right?"
She smiled at him one last time and left the room. Grant sat up. His dick was still hard and his stuff was dripping from the end. He grinned. Whatever just happened to him, he wanted to do it again.
* * * *
"So dude, what happened yesterday? I called you, but you weren't home," Jon said.
"I went to Owen's house for his birthday," Grant said.
They were walking together down the crowded sidewalk, past a long row of buses. Kids were lined up to get on every bus. Jon carried one book, but Grant had a backpack over his shoulder, heavy with books and papers.
"No shit. You still hang out with him?"
"Sure. He's cool. Why not?"
"You know, 'cause of that thing with his Mom."
They stopped by the bus with the Y sign in the windshield and stood by the grass, away from the rest of the kids getting on.
"He doesn't know anything. Besides, she's cool about it," Grant said.
"She's cool about it? Why is she cool about it? Did you get her to suck your dick?"
Grant couldn't hold back a wide grin. "Yeah, she sucked me. Then she fucked me, too."
Jon's mouth fell open. "No way. I don't believe it," he said in a loud voice. Most of the kids in the line looked at them.
"I gave her my load, too."
"What, on her face?"
"No, inside her. She wanted me to do it in her pussy."
Jon's face looked shocked again. "No way, dude. Are you crazy? That's how you can get her pregnant."
Grant's grin disappeared. "I didn't think about that."
"Shit yeah. Dude, what if you got Owen's Mom knocked up?"
"I don't know what I'm gonna do."
They stood for a long time without speaking. The line for the bus got shorter.
"Look, dude, I gotta get on my bus before it leaves. You busy tomorrow?" Jon said.
"I don't think so. Why?"
"I got this hook up with a chick named Emily," he said and ran off to one of the far buses.
Grant got in line with the other kids. His world was slowly turning black, and it felt like a huge weight was settling on his shoulders. What if he got Owen's Mom pregnant? What would his Mom say about that?
He kept his head down when he got on and found a seat on his own. All he could do was stare out the window, not even noticing the streets and houses that went by.
"Hey Grant. What's going on?" someone said.
He looked up and Loren had sat down next to him, with another girl who looked familiar. She smiled at him and he immediately forgot what he was so worried about.
"Not much. What's going on with you?"
"Nothing," Loren said with a shrug, but she seemed to have something else on her mind. "You got any homework?"
"Just some history," he said, and held up his backpack. "What about you?"
"Me neither," the other girl said. She had a wary, suspicious look in her eye.
"So what's up?"
Loren glanced at her friend. "We wanna ask you a favor."
"Yeah. Will you show your thing to Bethany because she doesn't believe it's as big as I say it is," Loren said, and looked down at his crotch.
He watched both of the girls' faces. They all bounced together with the same rhythm of the bus.
"Why?" he said.
"Well, we wanna see it so we'll know what to do when we have boyfriends," Loren said in a very matter-of-fact tone.
"How old are you?" Grant said.
"Eighteen," Bethany said.
"Have you seen one before?"
She shook her head. "Mark Merko wanted me to jerk him off once. I just touched it in his pants."
Grant's eyes narrowed. What were these girls up to? Should he go along, or should he blow them off and just go home?
"Ok, I'll do it. Where do you want to go?"
"My Dad has a work shed behind our house. We can go there," Bethany said.
Grant got off the bus with the girls at Bethany's stop, which was two stops before his own. Neither her Mom nor her Dad were home yet, but her brother was in the basement with a friend. Bethany pointed to the shed at the back of the yard and they snuck out to it.
"Ok, let's see it," Bethany said, and crossed her arms.
"All right, if you're ready."
He started to unbuckle his jeans. Loren's eyes grew wide and she had an eager grin. He let his jeans drop to the floor and pushed down his shorts. Bethany's head cocked to the side and she frowned.
"Is that it? Mark Merko's penis was bigger than that."
"Then I guess I'll leave," Grant said and bent down to pick up his jeans.
"Wait. I know how to get it hard," Loren said.
She reached for his soft penis. He leaned back against the work bench and watched her hand move back and forth. It took only a few moments for his dick to swell up and dwarf her small hand. He moaned softly. Her fingers would not close all the way around the shaft, and she moved her hand up and down its entire length.
Bethany's eyes had grown wide and her jaw hung open.
"Wow. That's really big," she said
"Yeah. I need two hands to do this," Loren said with a giggle, and pumped him with both hands.
"Why don't you try it?" Grant said.
Bethany touched her hand to her chest. "Me?"
"Yeah, come on. It won't hurt you."
Loren let go of his dick. It stuck straight out in front of him, angled a little toward the floor. Bethany stepped toward him, staring at it, as if afraid to touch it. She had long, delicate fingers with nails painted bright pink, and her hand reached for it slowly. She cupped the shaft from underneath in her palm and let her fingers close around it. Her eyes lit up.
"Ooo, it's warm, and it's so hard, like there's a bone inside it. I didn't know it would feel like that," she said. Her fingers squeezed tighter and moved back and forth.
"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Loren said.
She put her hand around the end and they stroked it together. Grant rested his weight on the work bench and held himself up with both hands. He groaned and closed his eyes. Bethany pulled her hand away.
"What did I do? Did that hurt?" she said.