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Watching Abby Pt. II
by Salteena

'That's fine by me Arlene, as long as it's cool with Abby." I had adored the lovely young girl ever since I started babysitting her and her brother Chris when she was eight years of age and we had got on like a house on fire. As soon as she reached puberty, however, Abby turned very cool towards me. Even to the point of totally ignoring me whenever I went around for a cup of coffee and a friendly chat with her mother. I really missed her running to the front door to let me in and giving me a big welcoming hug. My "supervising" role in the last few years on the occasions that Arlene had gone out for an evening had been on "on call" on the telephone. So, it was quite a surprise when Arlene called me on the following Wednesday evening when I got home from work.

"Brett, I'm sorry to ask you at such short notice, but can you ride shotgun with Abby tonight? I have to go and see Chris in his school play. Abby has just told me that she's already seen it during dress rehearsals and she's not interested in going again. Oh, Abby's fine about it. In fact it was her suggestion - it came as a bit of a surprise to me too."

When I arrived at 7.15, Abby let me in. She didn't seem all that pleased to see me. But, I thought, so what else is new? And checked with Arlene what time I should be making noises about Abby heading off to bed and what time I could expect she and Chris home. Very shortly afterwards, Arlene left, Chris was already at the school theatre, and Abby and I were alone.

I went into the lounge. Abby was sat with her legs tucked under her in her dead father's big old armchair. Arlene had tried to get rid of it for years. Both kids fought like cat and dog over which of them was going to sit in it, and both of them always objected strongly when Mom suggested that it should go. Abby was dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a sweat-top. She was watching one of those inane sit-com programmes that reinforced my conviction to never waste money on buying a television set.

"What do you want to watch?" she asked, sounding very hostile. I was beginning to wonder if it really was her idea for me to be there.

"I don't mind. I have no idea what's on offer, so it's your choice." I found a comfortable seat to sit in and stretched out.

"We'll watch this then."

We watched the programme unfold - typical prime time mental candyfloss. The commercial breaks came and went and we sat there in our own private cocoons hardly exchanging a word. At last the show came to an end and Abby hit the mute button to blank out the blare of the commercials before the next programme started. "Which part did you like best?" She asked me.

"To be honest, I had know idea what the show was about and nothing came out of it to grab me by the throat and make me want to watch the next episode."

"I'm not talking about the TV show! For an intelligent man, Brett, you can be a dimwit sometimes. I was talking about me and Chris and Gary."

I gulped, a cold hard stone of fear hitting the bottom of my stomach, "You saw me on the roof then?"

"I first saw you on Saturday when I pulled my panties aside to see if Chris had made my pussy bleed. He really hurt me when he bit me. Then I decided to masturbate in front of you. Even after all these years I still wanted revenge. I wanted to show you what you'd been missing!

"But Chris and Gary didn't know you were there. They were too busy trying to get their rocks off with me. Which part did you like best? Was it when Chris jerked off all over me on Saturday, or when he raped my mouth? Or was it on Sunday when he tried to fuck me in the ass? Maybe it was when I sucked both of them off and made them come all over my tits? Tell me, I want to know."

I decided that since I'd been caught out fair and square, I had to be totally up-front with her. "To tell the truth, Abby, none of those things. I admit I watched you and Chris on Saturday. On Sunday, when he and Gary surprised you, I was stood by in case things got too rough and they tried to force you into something you didn't want. And, yeah, parts of what happened on both days were so very sexy that they blew my mind."

"Such as?"

"When Chris left you on Saturday with his come all over your face and you brought yourself off. That was spectacular! And then on Sunday, before they came in, when you kept yourself on the brink of coming for more than an hour, that was really erotic."

"But, for me the most erotic thing was the tempting way you rolled your panties down over your bottom. I nearly creamed you were so sexy. You'd obviously made some proposition to Chris and Gary and you were giving them some pretty hard choices to make, but at the same time you were being the ultimate seductress."

"You were a long way off. You couldn't have seen very much.

"Ummm, I did wish I had my binoculars with me!"

"Would you like a close-up action replay?"

My already hard cock got even harder, "You mean...?"

"I'll be exactly like I was, and you'll be as close as they were. Do you want to see that again? Really close up?"

I must have died and gone to heaven! "Oh my God, yes!"

Abby leapt out of her chair, unbuttoning her shorts and kicking them off. Equally as quickly she shucked off her sweat top. She was naked underneath. Christ, her tits were beautiful close up. Each one a perfect rounded handful with brown-pink, already distended nipples. She lay face down on the floor near to the ranchslider and looked up at me. "You don't have to be in the same state as they were if you don't want to, but it would add to the realism."

She was inviting me to strip off as well! I didn't give her a chance to change her mind and started throwing my clothes off as fast as I could. Maybe when she saw my body she might turn on enough to take this game further - even though I was nearly forty, I was in damned good shape. I might even fulfil my dream of filling her pussy with my eight-inch prick and fucking her until she begged for mercy!

Abby's eyes widened with surprise and she licked her lips when she saw the size of my erect cock when I released it from my briefs. "Jesus, Brett. I had an idea you were well hung, but I didn't expect you to be that size!"

Feeling kind of pleased that she was so impressed, I hunkered down on my knees close by her ass. "There's just one more thing," she said, starting to slowly roll her panties down. "The challenge I offered. Do you want to hear it?" She rolled her panties down one turn further.

With my eyes fixed on the emerging delightful swell of her swelling buttocks and the start of her deep ass-cleft, I croaked, "Y-yeah, g-go on."

"If you kiss my ass, I mean really kiss it, not just a peck. And you lick my little pucker, I mean really lick it, stick your tongue in and ream me out. I'll let you fuck me in there. Are you game?"


"Are you really certain?" Abby rolled her panties a couple more turns. Her ass was plump and beautiful and I could see right into her crack, her almost imperceptible fuzz, and down to her purple-pink anal ring and the engorged lips of her pussy and its fringe of dark pubic hair. "Gary said "No way!" and Chris chickened out before he really got started."

I bent over and tongued her tailbone and slid into the start of her ass-cleft. "Right now there's nothing on earth I'm more certain of. I want to taste your sexy little ring-piece. And when I've got you good and horny I want to stick my hot cock right up in your tight little ass and fuck you until you have a massive orgasm. And then I'll fill you up with my hot spunk and I'll fuck your ass again."

Abby rolled her panties down the last turn until they formed a "rope" at the bottom curve of her buns. "I'm leaving those there to remind you not to try to get into my pussy - I don't have any condoms and I hardly expect you to have any with you either."

"That's a deal, Abby. It might make it easier if I put a cushion under you to lift your ass higher while I lick you. Or you could kneel?"

"The cushion sounds great to start with. And while you're up, in that bag beside Daddy's chair there's a tube of water-based lubricant. You'll need that - if you don't chicken out!"

"No way I'm gonna chicken out lady! Your sexy ass is mine!"

I found the tube, it was K-Y Jelly, and a suitably fat cushion. Positioning her laid over the cushion, I got down between her spread legs and surveyed the most delightful terrain that any man had ever seen spread out for his delectation. Abby's ass truly was enticing. It wasn't just that it was so nicely firm and rounded, without a mark or a sign of fat on it. It wasn't just that the cleft separating her cheeks was so deep and mysterious, or that her pucker was so delightfully tiny and wrinkled - a genuine little virgin. It was all just plain beautiful and, oh, so fuckable! And one day I'm going to get into that sexy little pussy too! I was thinking.

I licked Abby's tailbone again. She was slightly salty with perspiration. She must be "feeling the heat" as well, I thought. I moved my tongue down further into her cleft, wriggling it from side to side. Abby groaned deeply and lifted her ass higher for more. I went down lower until I was almost at her entrance. She was going wild now, panting and writhing and begging me not to stop.

I moved to a better position and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her little anal jewel was now mine to taste. I ran the tip of my tongue around its rim, getting her slightly bitter flavour for the first time. Abby howled and reached behind with her hands to help me spread her buns and begged me to put my tongue right in. I obliged, pushing in as deep as I could and moving around. She shrieked and I felt her anal ring clamp briefly on my tongue. Abby had come! And we hadn't really got going yet!

I sat beside Abby and stroked her buns softly whilst she enjoyed her afterglow. The cushion below her had a big wet patch where her pussy juices had flowed out in her excitement. That hole is far better equipped to handle my big cock, I thought wistfully. Still, a deal's a deal. And it's now Abby's turn to keep a bargain.

"Are you Ok?" I asked her as I positioned myself between her spread thighs and reached for the K-Y. "I didn't know you could come from just having your ass licked!"

She said in a small voice. "Brett, I'm scared. And I know we made a deal, but your cock is so huge, I'm frightened you'll hurt me if you shove it in my ass. Are you very angry?"

"Now who's chickening out?" I asked her gently, kissing her ear. "Oh Abby, lovely Abby! No I'm not angry with you; I understand why you are afraid. And if I ever have been angry with you it's never lasted longer than five seconds. Also, I'm not Chris, I wouldn't force you into anything you don't really want to do."

"I'm not chickening out all the way Brett. I made a deal and I want... I know it's not totally safe, but if you promise not to come inside me... Take my panties right off."

Abby was offering me her pussy as "compensation"! I nearly shot my load there and then!

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely! But hurry up before I change my mind again!"

I moved back in behind her and slid my cock deep into Abby's pussy in one smooth, easy movement. My entry was made easy because she was so wet, but at the same time I encountered no resistance from her hymen. Little Abby, the object of my erotic daydreams for so many years, was no virgin. Yet I relished her velvety, tight channel clamped so exquisitely around my thrusting tool and plundered her vaginal treasures without any undue regret that I was not her first. I had her at last. My years of despair and longing were over. Just for now Abby was mine in this most intimate of human sexual acts, willingly.

She may not really care for you and this may be the only time this happens, my mind told me, so stay in her pussy as long as you can!

I fucked Abby's tight little cunt for nearly an hour, fondling her lovely smooth young body, bringing myself close to exploding seven times and backing off, and taking her to three massive climaxes along the way. In the end, as she felt yet another orgasm build, Abby begged me to end it - she couldn't take any more. Then, when I felt her pussy starting to flutter around my prick yet again, I released my load deep against her cervix, filling her with my come in an ecstasy of thudding contractions.

I crouched over her holding her tight as we both descend from the heights, then Abby realised that I had reneged on our agreement. She struggled to get out from under me, "Brett! You lousy, fucking bastard! You promised to pull out!"

I held her down and hushed her, "Abby, shush! There's something you don't know, because you haven't given me the opportunity to tell you. One month before that whore of an ex-wife of mine left she played a dirty trick on me. She made me have a vasectomy. She said her doctor had taken her off he pill too long, because she'd been on it too long, and she couldn't enjoy sex with me any more for fear of having a child - she never wanted children. I am sterile. I can't make you pregnant."

Abby relaxed straight away, "Oh, poor Brett! What an awful thing to do!" Then she brightened considerably, "But, great for us!"

We stayed clasped together until my softening cock finally slipped out of her. Abby immediately clamped a hand over her pussy and ordered me to get off her so that she could go to the bathroom. "Wait for me in Daddy's chair." I too needed to take a leak so I used their guestroom, but was sat in like a naked king in 'Daddy's chair' when Abby returned. She piled in on top of me and snuggled up close, her diminutive breasts pressed enticingly against my chest.

She parted her legs and took my hand and showed me that she wanted me to stroke the creamy soft inside of her thigh, close to her gorgeous, pouting-lipped slit. "Brett, there's something I have to tell you too. You were my first." Abby misinterpreted my amazed silence as disbelief. "You were, you know, that really was the first time for me. I was a virgin until tonight."

"I believe you, Abby, but I entered you so easily. There was no resistance from your hymen and I didn't seem to hurt you."

Abby tweaked my right nipple between forefinger and thumb, "It depends on how you interpret virginity of course. If an "intact" hymen is the sole guide, no I wasn't a virgin. And nor are most young women in the so-called "Developed World". Mr Tampax, and his colleagues, and bicycle seats have broken in more virgins than people realise! And, of course, boys have put their fingers in me. You watched Chris do that on Saturday. But, if one's first prick is the measure, you had the privilege!"

"And I am deeply honoured, Miss Abby!" I hugged her to me. I wanted to kiss her as well, but, even though we'd fucked so passionately, I still was not sure about her true feelings towards me. But, I decided to take advantage of our post-coitus warmth and closeness, "But I am also very confused. I'm not sure if this is the right time to ask..."

"I think I can guess what it is, but go ahead."

"Well, for the past five or six years you have treated me almost as a non-person. I've never understood why. We were such good buddies and then, suddenly I didn't exist."

"Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd."

"I thought it was, Hell hath no fury..."

Abby tapped me lightly on the bridge of my nose with her knuckles, "William Congreve. I'm the one who's studying towards being an English teacher, remember!"

"Ok, ok. But I still don't understand!"

"We have wasted a lot of time and missed out on a lot of loving and affection, Brett. I started it because I was mad at you, really mad, and I kept it up far too long. By the time I realised how stupid I was being, you had retreated behind a kind of protective shell. I was too embarrassed at how I had been behaving to try and break through to you. And you were "comfortable" in your little cocoon. But I still knew you were very unhappy.

"Do you remember when I was a little girl and you used to sit on my bed next to me and read me a story at bedtime when you came around to baby-sit? I used to cuddle up to you and feel all warm and safe. My Daddy had been dead a couple of years by then and I missed him a lot. You were a kind of surrogate Daddy. Then, when I got a bit older, you took to sitting on the floor with your back leaning against the side of my bed and I would practise reading to you. You were always so gentle and patient, getting me to slow down and read the words properly. And you would ask me what I thought certain words meant and get me to put expression in my voice - to "act out" what I was reading. It was you who started off my love of language and gave me the idea of teaching English as a career. And I loved you too. I wanted you to be my Daddy and sit with me every night at bedtime so that I could read to you.

"And then, when I was nearly twelve, my body started to change. I got these perfect little bumps on my chest and tiny hairs started to grow on my pussy mound and under my armpits. Like all little girls going through that time, I became very conscious of my body and I started to notice other feelings - hot heavy feelings in my lower tummy whenever I caught you looking at me. You could see I was developing and I could sense your interest. Those hot heavy feelings were at their worst whenever I was reading to you. You weren't aware of what I was doing, but sometimes I was stroking my lower tummy under the bedclothes and wondering why I was getting so wet between my legs.

"By the time I was thirteen my little breasts had developed beautifully and I had been having periods for several months. I now knew, from sex-ed classes at school and talking to the other girls that those feelings I was getting in my tummy were all to do with sex. My body had become a woman's body, albeit a very young one and I was going through all the cyclic hormonal changes that every woman experiences. I was also very aware that you were NOT my Daddy and that most often those sexual longings were directed towards you.

"That might seem a bit strange, you in your mid-thirties and me only thirteen years old. But, you had, still have, a good tight body... great buns! And you weren't a smelly, acne-ridden, mindless dick-head like all the teenaged boys I knew. You were warm, and sophisticated, and knowledgeable about all sorts of things. And most of all, you didn't talk down to me. Whenever we had a conversation you listened to me, respecting my opinions and testing my logic. And you looked me in the eyes when we talked. Sometimes I felt as though I was drowning. And that wetness would burst forth down there, but now I knew what caused it. So, I decided I was going to make you mine.

"Mom suddenly had to go over to stay with Auntie Ellen. Her husband was very ill and Ellen was getting very stressed out. Mom was to give her a break from nursing him. It would only be for one night, but one night was better than nothing. You agreed to look after Chris and I. It was going to be a very uncomfortable night for you on the sofa! It was also the ideal opportunity for me to put my plan into operation. Once Chris had gone to sleep it usually took a nuclear bomb to wake him up!

"Do you remember the night? You sat on the floor by my bed as usual and I read to you for a long time. I wanted to be sure that Chris was well asleep. You didn't know it, but I was totally naked under my duvet and, oh Brett, I was so wet I could feel it slipping out of me and running down into the crack of my bottom! I was so excited and shaking so much I could hardly read the page. I was going to get you into bed and you were going to make love to me!

"Eventually, you got up to leave and bent down to give me my usual goodnight peck of a kiss. Only this time I threw my arms around you and held you there and stuck my tongue between your lips. You leapt away from me looking very startled and started to leave my room in a hurry. I was so disappointed! I called out softly, "Brett!" and you stopped and looked back. I pulled my duvet aside and showed you my bare breast. My nipple was all swollen and itching and I was aching to feel you take it in your mouth and caress it with your tongue. But you just snapped the light off and ran away like a startled rabbit."

"Oh, Abby, I remember that night so well. When you did that I wanted you so much! I had done for a couple of years - even before you started developing I used to daydream about kissing your little pussy. But I couldn't betray your mother's trust and I also knew that I could pay for one night of sheer bliss with the next "hundred years" in jail! And on top of that your mother would make certain that I'd certainly never, ever see you again."

"Well, I was so angry with you. You rejected me, refused the wonderful gift I was offering you. I felt cheap and dirty and such a silly little girl. You humiliated me and I hated you for it. And from that day on until tonight we've kind of walked around and talked around each other. I know I treated you very badly at first, but you didn't overreact and still showed me respect. Then we simply started to drift. But you wouldn't drift right out of my life - I saw you constantly and that kept me angry. Angry with myself, not you."

"Oh, Abby, such a waste! Aren't we bloody stupid - the both of us? I felt like I was walking on eggshells every time I was near you. What prompted you to move to break through the barrier after all that time?"

"It was on Sunday morning. I stayed in my room for hours. I knew you that were watching Chris and I the day before and that you were working up on your roof again. I couldn't get over the sensations I'd had masturbating in front of you after those horrible things Chris did to me. Anyway, I finally gave in to my feelings and put on my nicest panty and bra set and went to masturbate in front of you again - it was still that revenge thing. It was only when I came and I involuntarily shouted out your name that I realised that displaying myself to you wasn't revenge at all. I wanted you so badly I was hurting. I also realised that subconsciously I had been saving myself for you, even though lots of really groovy guys have been trying to get me to go to bed with them since I turned sixteen.

"Then, of course, Chris and Gary ruined my Sunday for me. I felt so good lying there having made long distance love to you and I'd resolved to make the first move to restore our relationship. When my shit of a brother and his friend came in and started on me I decided that attack was the best form of defence. I knew that if I tried to fight them I would almost certainly get raped. Even though I knew you were watching, I had no confidence that you would play Sir Gallahad and come in to rescue me. For all you knew the whole thing could have been a set up."

"What about Chris anyway? You haven't told your mother what he and Gary did?"

"No, it would break her heart. There's no need anyway; I stitched them up pretty well. I mentioned to a couple of my girlfriends at school that I am a bit worried that Chris is gay because I caught him and Gary masturbating together. It's gone around the whole campus like wildfire!"

"Aren't you scared they'll try to get their own back on you?"

"I've covered that too. Chris went bananas when the rumours reached him and he guessed where they started. He tried to threaten me with a counter-story that I had offered myself to the two of them and that they had both fucked me. And he threatened that next time he really would fuck me and be a lot rougher with me as well. But I just said that neither option would be a good idea if he wants to stay out of jail, because I have a witness for what he did on both Saturday and Sunday.

"Anyway, enough about them! I was determined to have sex with you and not give you the chance to run away this time. I decided to make it a "game" and it had to be something outrageous to challenge your ego. One problem though: Now I'm more grown up I am very conscious of an unwanted pregnancy. We are Catholic I'm not allowed birth control pills. But Mom's a realist and I was sure that, if push came to shove, she'd turn a blind eye to condoms, because of the AIDS thing. But the opportunity to get you here tonight came out of the blue and I had no chance to buy any.

"In the process of side-tracking Chris and Gary off I came up with the idea of that challenge. I decided to use it as a back-up plan - no pun intended! Chris had me worried for a while when I tested it on them. But I knew full well that neither of them would have the "Bottle" to follow it right the way through. I knew you wouldn't bomb out though, and I couldn't get pregnant from having sex in my back passage could I? At least we would be having sex! And the rest, as they say, is history."

"Ahem! It's a bit of a worry that you can read me so well! But, you weren't very welcoming when I arrived."

"I was scared absolutely shitless that I'd got it all wrong, that you would reject me again! Especially if you thought that I'd encouraged Chris and Gary to do what they did. And then when you sat over there with your own personal firewall around you I was getting more and more depressed. I spent the whole of that stupid fucking programme searching for something to start you talking to me!"

"You did pretty well in the end!"

"I'm sure you'll find me very welcoming now, Brett." Abby had been stroking my cock for the last five minutes and it was as hard as a rock.

"Show me."

Abby twisted around in the armchair so that she was knelt astride my hips. Holding my rampant pole upright she pointed it at her wide stretched opening, "I've dreamed of doing this forever - I want to see it go in," she murmured lowering herself onto my cock-head. "Oooooh that is so sexy!" She sighed as we watched my shaft disappear slowly between the distended lips of her cunt, "Soooo sexy!"

She swallowed my length to the hilt, until our pubic hairs mingled, hers lush and dark, mine a golden red. "Hello Brett," she giggled softly, "You feel so right in there - I knew you would five years ago, but suspect this big thing would have split my little pussy in half back then!"

She raised her hips until I was almost out of her. For a long moment we gazed down at my huge pole, all slick and glazed with her pussy lubrication, and its head clamped firmly in her gateway. The she plunged down on me again and, rolling her pelvis, started to fuck me like I'd never been fucked before, with her slippery, tight cunt walls gripping and massaging my prick like a big, soft, warm, hand, sucking me deeper into her body and driving us both to the inevitable conclusion.

When I captured her bouncing tits in my palms and started licking and raking her nipples gently with my teeth Abby went berserk, thrashing madly on me as she panted and heaved in her ecstasy. And then, when her violent cunt contractions on my cock told me it was time for me to come, I released my load in a great hot flood, making her scream my name at the top of her lungs in her pleasure.

Finally, as Abby subsided, still writhing her hips on my stiff shaft to prolong the minor jolts of her orgasm, we kissed for the first time in over five years. But now we kissed as adults - as lovers. Life was going to be very beautiful until Abby decided it was time for her to move on. But, until that happened I was going to make the most of it!


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