Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 04

Mel convulsed several times, jolted, and shook hard. Her whole body was trembling as her pussy gushed. Mel whimpered somewhere above me, as I continued to eat her out, never letting up as she came. Her next orgasm came before her first ended. With my tongue buried in her ass, pushing as much as I could inside her, she came again. It was so different but so good.

"Oh shit! That's... that's inside me, ooh FUCK! You're-- OH SHIT! Don't stoooooppp fffuuuu--" Mel choked on her own words as her whole body clenched up. Stomach, legs, and all flexed hard again.

After she came down from her orgasmic high, she finally released me with her legs while breathing heavily. I wanted to eat her more, I couldn't get enough. But Mel put a light finger on my forehead.

"As much as I love cumming on your face over and over, I need you to be a good boy. Brush your teeth and get back in here. There's a spare toothbrush in the cupboard."

I hurried over to the bathroom, amusing Mel with my eagerness once again. Her bath was pretty large. I mostly noticed the big bathtub combined with a shower. It might even have been a hot tub of sorts. But I had other business to tend to than to inspect her bathroom furnishing. I found the toothbrush and some mouthwash. I looked in the mirror as I wrapped up the toothbrush. I had an obvious lipstick smear on my forehead.

Entering the bedroom again, I was greeted by the most amazing view. Mel laid fully naked in a prone position, propped up at her elbows, scrolling on her phone facing away from me. It was a view that would be ingrained in my brain forever. Life imitates art, but this was real life. Mel was lying right in front of me.

Mel turned her head and saw me staring. Her eyes traveled down to my chest, and after lingering a little bit, down my stomach and eventually my fully hard cock.

Mel threw her phone away and rested her head on the pillow, waitingly. I made my way over to her and crawled up behind her and entered her as soon as I was in position, descending slowly into her.

"Oh shit-- fuck... wait. Slow slow slooow... You're getting so deep, fuck, you're stretching me out so much in this position," Mel moaned, clenching her fists, gritting her teeth.

"You alright?" I asked. I slowed down, slightly concerned I had gone too far with her.

"I'm... I'm just not used to this. You're so thick!" Mel looked back at me again. "It feels amazing. Just. Give me a bit. I want to take all of you inside me."

I waited a few moments. Mel nodded for me to continue and I started thrusting slowly, really trying to take my time to stretch her out and let her adjust to me. She was especially tight laying in this position. As her moans started to increase, I dared increase the tempo. Before long, I was pounding faster and harder, but never going too deep. It was hard to go too deep, as she was tight, and also because I didn't want to throw her off. I wanted her to feel good too.

I looked down while I was pounding into her. Her ass made for such an amazing view. Each time I slapped into her, her ass jiggled, rippling. I grabbed onto each cheek and squeezed them together, creating an amazing shape of her ass.

After a bit I was finally able to get my cock more and more into her, harder and harder. Her moans and squeals became more frequent as I pushed into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Mel was panting hard through gritted teeth and eyes clenched shut.

"Yes! Yes! YES! Soooo deep! Faster, Bran faster. I'll never be able to feel anyone else when you're done with me! That's it! Give it to me, make me take it! FUCK!"

I started really pounding her now, pressing deeper with each stroke, and finally, I felt my pelvis land against her ass, my balls slap slap against her. I was all the way in. She felt it too, her eyes growing wide as I hilted inside her. I started short shallow hard strokes, keeping myself as deep in her as possible, bringing her through another orgasm.

"Rip me apart, take me! FUUUUUUCK! Make me take you! Deeper! Harder! FUUUCK!"

Mel was shaking, clamping hard on my cock. Only through sheer determination did I manage to hold back by trying to slowing down, not wanting to cum just yet.

"Don't slow down! Shove it all in me!" Mel was having none of it.

Sweat was dripping from my forehead as I pounded into her faster again.

"Make me yours, take me! Make, uh, fuck -- me --fuuuuuuck -- yooouurs!!!" Mel cooed loudly as she came again on my cock.

"Ooooh, fuck. Ooooh shit. SHIT! Fuck... Nooow you can slow down. Fuck, I'm so sensitive. You make me feel so good all night."

"You say some wild shit," I chuckled as I leaned down and kissed her shoulders, rubbing my hands on her back while my cock was twitching and throbbing inside her.

Mel turned and looked back at me.

"I meant what I said. Everytime we're together, you're making me yours. I'm yours!"

Mel leaned up and kissed me softly. My cock slipped out of her, causing a dissatisfied groan from Mel. She took the opportunity to get up on her knees, arching her back low, elbow flared out on the bed.

"Cum as deep as you can, Bran. Can you do that for me? Break me in and cum deep inside me!"

"You don't even have to ask, Mel. I'll do anything you want, whenever you want, however you want!" I said. Normally it was something a woman said to a man, but I wanted her to hear it from me. To know my desire for her was endless, and that I was willing.

I moved behind her. She reached back with her left hand and guided my cock into her opening. I pushed all the way into her. Mel moaned, satisfied as I bottomed inside her. For the next several minutes I was thrusting hard and fast as deep as I could, giving Mel everything I had.

"You're... fucking... me... so deep," Mel moaned between thrusts.

I felt I was building up to cumming, but Mel quickly pushed off of me and laid on her back. I laid on top of her and Mel pulled me into a deep kiss as I shoved my cock back inside her.

"I want to try something. Lean up."

I did. Mel moved her long legs up to my shoulders.

"Now lie over me again, and fuck the shit out of me!"

I leaned forward again, moving my hands to behind her knees, emanating some sexy moans from Mel. With her legs folded against me, I lifted halfway up and slammed all the way down. Mel grunted deeply at the impact, causing me to pause for a moment. When she made no complaints, I did it again. And again. Soon I was pounding relentlessly into her. She was truly taking all of me now, grunting and moaning as I thrusted deep and hard into her.

It wasn't long before she had yet another orgasm, crying out and gasping as I thrusted hard inside her. It seemed easier for each time now, especially when Mel could take me all the way. And this folded-up missionary position allowed for some seriously deep penetration. After her orgasm, I released her legs and bent down to kiss her.

"You don't have to hold back anymore, cum whenever you want. Let it all out inside me and fill me up," Mel whispered satisfied into my ear.

I lifted up again, and held her legs up against my torso in an upright position, and then fucked her to two more rapid orgasms before we loudly came together with her for a third time that night. My cock pulsed wildly as I filled her up with cum, barely able to breath through the massive orgasm. As our bliss subsided, I collapsed on her, totally spent. Still inside her, I passed out, and so did she.

*

Some time during the night I woke up, throat and mouth dry as hell. I must've got real dehydrated between the amazing sex and the alcohol. Apparently, during the night, I had rolled off of Mel, as I saw her sleeping like a stone next to me. She looked so peaceful and so satisfied. I couldn't help but feel a pang of pride from that.

I slipped quietly out of the bed and headed for the door. I wasn't bailing, I just desperately needed OJ, water, something, and remembered there were no glasses in the bathroom. Could've drank from the sink I guess, but I felt like I needed a whole bucket right now.

The house was so quiet as I snuck myself down in the darkness and found the kitchen. It took a few tries until I found the cupboard with the glasses in.

I stood with my back against the room as I gulped my third glass of water down when I heard an 'ahem' behind me. My heart sank. The voice was not Mel. I quickly looked down and saw that I at least had the wherewithal to throw on my boxers.

"Who are you?" a female voice said. I spun around and saw a girl standing in the kitchen door, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. Dressed in a punkish black and red flannel skirt, black stockings, a short black leather jacket, and a white t-shirt. She had darker hair, almost black, like in the photos I saw earlier. She also had a nose ring in one of her nostrils and heavy, punkish makeup around the eyes. It was Mel's eldest daughter, Hope. And she had just caught me in her house, in nothing but my boxers.

"You the reason mom has been in such great mood lately?" Hope asked. It wasn't really an accusation. She asked nonchalantly as if she wondered if I remembered to buy milk.

Hope made her way over to the kitchen aisle, jumped up, and sat on the edge, inspecting me with a curious look on her face.

"Eeerh," I said, not sure how to handle this forwardness. Or talking to Mel's daughter in the middle of the night, in my underwear.

"Don't worry, dude. I knew something was up! She's been in such a weird mood this week. I'm so happy to see mom finally living a little. She deserves so much better than dad. I've been telling her to not put up with his crap. I'm glad," Hope said.

"I'm glad I'm not in the process of getting shot," I said. "Brandon, but you can call me Bran."

"Hope." Hope extended her hand, leaning forward a bit. I moved over and took it and gave it a shake.

I calmed down a bit at that. I thought for sure I'd be sucking on a shotgun barrel in a matter of minutes.

"I'm impressed at Mom's haul, though," Hope teased, giving me a crooked smile. "You're young."

"Sooo, how come you're up this late? Weren't you at a friend's house?" I asked, trying to play it cool, moving past the awkwardness.

"Yeah well. They all got drunk and stuff... I don't really like that stuff. Cuz' of dad and stuff..." Hope trailed off.

"Parties are overrated anyway," I told her, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah but, like, Jeremy is can be a nice guy, but then these d-bag friends of his make him do stupid shit. They're all such dicks! All they want is to get drunk and show each other up," Hope complained, letting out her frustration. She finished by sighing heavily. "But it's all high-school bullshit, you probably don't care about any of that."

"All that high school 'bullshit'. It seems important now, but it's not all that much once you don't have to see those people again," I said.

"You have, what, half a year left, then college? Or work, or whatever? All that high school drama, Jeremy, all that? Don't matter one bit if you don't want to. That's the best part of growing up, ditching all that mumbo jumbo."

Hope looked thoughtful for a few moments.

"Your mom know you out partying?" I asked, trying to not sound too accusing. I just didn't want to blow up her spot by telling Mel something.

"... no," Hope said, looking away. She looked at me with a look of playful defiance. "Don't you have a curfew at your dorm or whatever?"

"Fair enough. Don't worry, I'm not telling, if you don't," I joked.

"Thanks."

There were a few awkward moments following. Hope jumped of the aisle and started towards the door.

"Well. You're not a burglar, and you seem alright. I'll let you get back to... whatever you guys were doing," Hope said with a small self-satisfied smirk. While Hope spoke, her eyes demonstratively traced from my eyes to my chest, down to my boxers, slightly lifting her eyebrows.

I felt kinda awkward getting checked out by the daughter of the woman I'd just slept with. After a small lingering pause Hope looked up into my eyes again and added, "But if you break mom's heart, I'll cut your balls off. She has been through enough."

Hope gave me a wink and a smile, turned on her heels, and snuck upstairs.

*

I woke the next morning to the smell of perfumed shampoo. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, I just enjoyed the soft blankets and the soft mattress. I stretched out, squirming in the huge bed, feeling the warmth and comfort. I extended my hands above my head and stretched out, feeling my body crack from the night before. Suddenly I felt fingers slide around my wrists, firmly gripping and holding my hands in place.

I opened my eyes, just in time to see Mel's pussy descend down on me. I barely had time to react before she started vigorously riding my face. Mel tilted her head back and shut her eyes, while aggressively grinding and rubbing her pussy and clit on my tongue, using her weight to firmer lodge her pussy against me.

It didn't take long before her efforts were rewarded by a rapid succession of smaller orgasms. Mel just continued on and on, grinding back and forth against my face.

I then heard her phone buzzing from somewhere to my right. To my amazement, I felt Mel lean over, pick up the phone and answer.

"Hey, girl!" I heard Mel say. I could hear Allie on the other end. This was absolutely nuts! Was Mel really going to ride my face while on the phone with her friend?

Apparently, yeah, she was indeed.

Mel slowed down her grinding, allowing me the freedom to eat her however I wanted, which I did with great enthusiasm. I was tired, but such pesky details weren't going to deter me.

"Yeah he is here," Mel grinned broadly down at me, then she jolted a bit, almost falling over, as I touched one of her best spots with a small flick of my tongue. Mel leaned back, supporting herself with a hand on the mattress.

"Sorry. Yeah, it was actually really, really awesome. I have no regrets," I heard her say. My body fluttered. I gave her pussy a kiss, then another, before it evolved into more pussy eating.

"Oh, he's still here."

Mel let out a muffled gasp.

"He is... preoccupied... Yeah, I'm sitting on his face right now," Mel said giggling. "Talk to you later, bye." Mel hung up.

"Allie wondering how we're doing."

Mel continued grinding into me, bringing herself to an orgasm that had been teasingly building up from the start of the conversation. The wickedness adding to the erotic scene.

Tap, tap!

We were abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door. Both of us immediately jumped and started urgently dragging our clothes. Fortunately, the door didn't open. But from behind it, we could hear the muffled voice of Hope.

"Hey, guys... Erh, dad just texted that he's on his way home. He's stopping by the store."

"Thanks, sweetie," Mel squealed, startled, to say the least, turning beet red. She was not aware of Hope's insight. "Fuck, I need to change the sheets."

"Are you guys dressed already?" Hope said and opened the door without waiting.

Mel was already doing the pillowcases, barely looking up.

"It looks good on you," Hope said, grinning slyly at her mom.

"What?" Mel asked confused, busy with the sheets.

"Him." Hope nodded at me. Mel turned away, embarrassed. But I also couldn't help but catch a smile too.

"You should probably leave. Sorry," Hope said when I moved to help with the covers. Hope took my place instead.

"Good idea," I said. I hated to leave. Mel did too, I could see the agony in her eyes. She turned to me as I moved to the door.

Mel glanced at her daughter before she said, "I had a great time, don't think I didn't. Talk to you later."

And like that, I was bolting down the street, hauling ass.

*

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