Merrill and Jacob Ch. 05

Jake entreated her, "Merrill, let's talk about this."

Merrill hissed through grit teeth, "Get out!"

Jake fled the house, immediately. His revelation about Darla had not gone well, but it might have gone worse. Merrill initially seemed to accept Jake's "Free Pass." He was angry that Merrill had arbitrarily gone from "Go for it!" to "Get out!" in the blink of an eye. Still, he was glad that he had held his tongue. There had been no words between them that would necessarily poison their relationship in the future.

Jake still had unfinished business, however. When Jake got home, he called Darla, "Darla, this is Jake. How are you doing?"

She sounded normal, "I'm getting better."

He said, "Take some aspirin, Darla. That should help. Also, you are welcome to come over here, just to talk. I promise I won't try anything. You can call, or come over."

She said, "Thank you. All my friends say it hurt the first time, so I guess I expected this. It was really nice, except for that."

Jake said, "I makes me so happy to hear you say that, Darla. If you want to come over to talk, we can just talk. Maybe you'll decide that we can make out a little, on the couch."

"I'm coming over, now."

Jake greeted Darla at the door, and kissed her on the lips, as she entered. He sat her on the couch, and sat immediately beside her. He put his arm around her, and said, "What can I get you, Darla?"

"Beer." Jake brought out two beers. He ran his hand up and down her back, while she sipped the beer. She said, "Mmmmm, that feels good." He leaned over to kiss her, and she turned her head toward him, and returned the chaste kiss on the lips. Darla put one hand on Jake's head, and opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. At that moment, he knew she was his, for the indefinite future. Deep inside, Jake was excited that Merrill had put their relationship on hiatus, in response to his deflowering of Darla. Jake had free rein to initiate Darla into the world of sex.

Darla broke the kiss, eventually, and asked, "Aren't you dating Mrs. Leonard?"

It was Darla's turn to be told a small lie. Jake said, "We are on a break, at the moment, Darla. I don't know what's going to happen." Jake was confident that Merrill would not come directly to his house, unannounced, and leave Ashley at home, alone. If she were to show up at his door when Darla was present, it might end their relationship, forever. He said, "Darla, I know you need some time, after what we did today. I don't want to go too far, tonight. What do you want to do? We could make out, and I could play with your breasts, or you could go home, and rest."

Darla didn't want to be alone, so she pulled her top off. Jake smiled, and reached around her back to unhook her bra. She slipped it off, and turned her shoulders, to present her spectacular breasts to him. They weren't huge, but they were perfect, as an eighteen-year-old's should be. He gently took them in his hands, and massaged them. Next, he kissed each nipple, in turn. He asked, "Darla, do you have orgasms?"

She was embarrassed, "Yes, sometimes. From touching myself."

"I can give you orgasms anytime you want one, Darla." He kissed her nipples, and slathered his tongue over each one. Darla opened her mouth, and moaned. He said, "Your nipples are very sensitive. I can tell. Just relax, and I will work on them. If you want me to touch you, down there, just say so."

Jake helped Darla recline a bit, with her back against the back of the couch. He licked her nipples, making swirling motions with his tongue. She cooed softly. He progressed to sucking on her breasts, trying to fit as much into his mouth as possible, and then licking the nipple. Next, he flicked his tongue rapidly over her nipples. This technique resonated with Darla, who moaned and squirmed about, in response. She did not formally invite him down to her pussy, but he slid a hand down there, anyway. She did not object.

Jake continued to service Darla's nipples, and added a gentle massage, with a single finger, over her clitoris. Darla moaned more loudly now. Jake pulled his mouth off of her breast, and said, "Would you be more comfortable if you removed your shorts, dear?" Darla pushed her shorts and panties down, wiggling her hips to get them down. When they dropped to her feet, she kicked them aside. Jake said, "Spread your legs, just a little." She complied. Jake got back into sucking her nipples, and diddling her clit. Soon, Darla put a hand atop Jake's head. Jake sensed that she was tensing up, and approaching orgasm. He continued, with resolve. She froze, then shuddered almost imperceptibly, and released a loud, long sigh.

His work finished, Jake pulled back, and stood before the nude girl, smiling triumphantly. Darla looked about, and scrambled to retrieve her clothes. She stood to dress, quickly. Jake said, "Please sit down, Darla. Would you like a beer, or water?"

"A beer would be great. Thank you, Sergeant Taggert."

Jake stopped abruptly, "I would ask you to call me Jake, Darla, but then you would probably slip up, and call me by my first name, in front of someone else, and then they'd know something was up. So, Sergeant Taggert it remains?"

"Yup."

Jake brought two fresh beers, and they clinked bottles. Jake sat on the couch, at a conversational distance. He asked, "Has anyone, other than yourself, given you an orgasm?"

"No. Just myself."

Jake made a self-satisfied face, "I'm the first. It's an honor. Have you ever done any oral sex with anyone?"

Darla said, "Just blowjobs."

Jake was incredulous, "Blowjobs? You've done blowjobs, but never had intercourse?"

Darla informed him, "Sure. Guys won't go out with you if you don't blow them. That way, you can save your virginity."

Jake shook his head in disbelief, "I was born in the wrong decade! Well, I would very much like to experience that, Darla."

Without a word, Darla stood, moved in front of Jake, and fell to her knees. She robotically pulled his shorts down, exposing his erection. She tossed her hair back, and out of the way, and wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock. Jake was astonished. She clearly had experience, but she was not yet a technical master. She sucked on the last two or three inches of his cock, and held the base in one hand, passively. Although she sucked, and had her lips around his cock, she did not use her tongue.

Jake coached, "Darla, put your tongue on the underside of my cock. Press as much of your tongue as you can up against me. That's better. Now, gently rub your tongue along my cock. Good! You massage the cock with your tongue. Let's just work on that for a while." Jake watched the girl's pretty face, with his dick sticking into it. He said, "Let me feel your tongue rippling along my shaft." She wasn't skilled, but it still felt great. He wasn't going to come anytime soon, so he said, "Darla, that's enough for now. I already came twice, today, and I don't feel like coming again, but your head is amazing, for a girl your age. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Sergeant Taggert." She sat on the couch, and finished her beer.

"Tell me, Darla, when you give a blowjob, do you swallow?"

She gave a sour expression, "No! Yuck!" Somehow, the teens of today took blowjobs for granted, but swallowing was considered disgusting.

"That's something you have to learn, then. It would be great if you blew me before we make love, so I could be very gentle with you. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"

She said, "It's sore, but not as bad."

Jake asked, "Are you ready to make love again?"

Darla shuddered, "No! No way! Maybe after it stops hurting."

Jake wondered how he could get this teenager out of his house. Ideally, she would return only when she was ready for intercourse. Jake pondered the strategies, and said, "Mrs. Leonard is probably coming over later, Darla, so I think maybe you should go. I don't want the people in the neighborhood gossiping about you."

"I thought you were broken up."

"We're on a break. She might come over to get some things she left here."

Darla stood up, saying, "Okay. Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Sure. Call me anytime. Good night." He kissed her on the cheek, and she was on her way home.

Jake decided to call Merrill. There was no telling what her state of mind was, after the passage of a few hours. He dialed, and she answered, "Jacob."

"I'm calling to see how you are doing, Merrill."

Merrill was testy, "You should have thought of that before you fucked that child."

Jake tried to be diplomatic, "Merrill, that 'child' is considerably older than you were when you lost your virginity. Also, you dared me to get her into bed, twice. I took you at your word, and now you've moved the goalposts."

"How can you justify what you did? I wasn't giving you permission. I was expressing skepticism."

Jake said, "Well, your skepticism hurt. It challenged my manhood, and my attractiveness. I would never belittle you, Merrill. Maybe we should talk tomorrow, okay?

"Fine. Good night." She hung up. He thought that, on the whole, it had been a promising interaction. He had introduced her role in what happened. She had not denied her accountability. Also, she was willing to talk to him tonight, and again tomorrow, which showed that she did not consider the relationship over. Jake's next challenge was to juggle his two women. Merrill would probably not come to his house until she had finished punishing him. He expected to have all day tomorrow to put Darla through her paces. After that, a juggling act.

The next day, Jake sought to attract Darla into his web, without having to call her first. She had a school function all morning. In the early afternoon, he saw her arrive home. He went out to work in the front yard, once again, with his shirt off. It was much cooler than the day before, and he shivered. He drew appreciative glances from several neighbors, passing by on their morning walks. After about twenty minutes, his quarry took the bait. Jake's phone rang. It was Darla, "Sergeant Taggert, I see you're pulling weeds, again. You look great with your shirt off."

He mocked her, "Thank you, ma'am. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

Darla was indignant, "This is Darla! Didn't you recognize my voice?"

Jake laughed, and said, "I knew it was you, silly. How are you this afternoon?" Jake flexed a couple of times, in imitation of a bodybuilder.

Darla laughed into the phone, and said, "I'm pretty good. Do you want to get together today?"

He said, "Yes. Yes, I would. I'd like to see you right now, if I could."

Darla said, "I could come over now."

Jake said, "Give me five minutes to clean up, okay?" Jake went into the house, and up the stairs, to take a shower. He was out in four minutes. The doorbell rang while he was toweling off. He cursed, wrapped the towel around his waist, and ran downstairs. The last thing he needed was for Darla to be seen standing at his front door. He opened the door, and said, "Come on in, before somebody sees you, Darla! As you can see, I'm not dressed yet."

"Well, don't go to any trouble on my account!" Jake dropped the towel, and kissed her on the mouth, hard. Gradually, he pulled her to him, crushing their two bodies together. He broke the kiss, and said, "Let's get drunk, Darla."

"Sure!"

Jake pulled on some shorts, and made for the kitchen. He brought back two beers. This time, he decided to flatter Darla by drinking in the "Lover's Toast," with their arms intertwined. They struggled to get it right, and laughed a lot. Fortunately, it was very difficult to spill beer out of a bottle, and they eventually achieved the special toast. Jake was thrilled that it proved to be a bonding moment for them. They sat down on the couch. Darla drank her beer very quickly.

Jake said, "I think you could drink me under the table, girl!" He went to the kitchen for another beer for Darla. Darla was in that underage drinking mode, in which the goal was to get drunk by drinking as fast as possible. That suited Jake's purpose beautifully. When she finished her second beer, he brought her a third, but set it on the coffee table, out of reach. He dared her, "Let's play a little game. It's called 'Blow for Beer.' Are you up for it?"

Darla slid off the couch, directly onto her knees, and pulled Jake's shorts down. My God, girls today treat a blowjob like it was a handshake. She slurped down his cock without hesitation. Jake felt great. After a little while, he said, "Okay, you've earned your beer." Darla attacked the beer as aggressively as she attacked his erection. Twice more, she sucked briefly, and was rewarded with a fresh beer. After five beers in less than an hour, Darla was tipsy. Jake went into the kitchen. He filled a small cooler with several beers, and a great deal of ice.

Carrying the cooler, he walked into the living room, and toward the stairway. He flicked his head, and said, "C'mon, Darla. Let's move this upstairs." She dutifully followed him. Her cooperation was rewarded with a beer in his bedroom. Jake was nearly frantic with desire. He couldn't get the image of his cock, sliding in and out of her teenage vagina, out of his mind.

While she drank, he dropped to his knees, and pressed his face to her bare midriff. He pushed her top upward, over her breasts. He stood up, and unclasped her bra. He would need her help to remove the top and bra entirely, and she was still busy drinking. He began to slide her shorts and panties down, over her hips. Darla finished her beer, set the bottle down, and pulled her top off, over her head. She removed the bra, and, finally, her shorts and panties. She was completely nude, now. He said, "Let's lie down."

She slurred her words, "I don't think I can do innercoursh again, right now."

He purred, "Don't worry, I'll just stroke you, like I did yesterday, on the couch." Oh, yes, you're doing innercoursh, today! She nodded, and climbed into bed. Jake followed, retrieving another beer along the way. She giggled as she drank. Jake lubricated his hand, slipped a finger into her slit, and caressed her clitoris. Her sexual feelings interfered with her alcohol consumption, but she eventually finished her beer. Now, she was truly drunk. He said, "Lie down, Darla, and I'll handle everything."

She fell back onto the mattress, and pulled a pillow under her head. Jake instructed her on positioning, "Darla, raise your knees, like this. Now, spread your legs out, like this. Good. That way I can pleasure you easier." She was now in the optimum "fuck me" position. As discretely as he could, Jake got the lubricant. He slathered it liberally on his erection, and put plenty in his hand.

He massaged the lubricant into her slit, over her clitoris, and down into her vagina. He wanted her to be as lubricated as possible. He tickled her clit some more, drawing moans from her. Again, he inserted an oily finger into her vagina, shedding as much lubricant as possible inside her. He repeated the action with yet a third digit. She was now lubed as thoroughly as possible. Time for his reward.

Jake got on his knees. He shuffled his way between her legs, and dropped his torso over hers, on his outstretched arms. He did not ask her permission, or even warn her what was coming. He felt she was drunk enough that it wouldn't matter. He expertly set the head of his cock against the entrance to her vagina, and pushed the head in, slowly. She did not react. With small hip motions, he gently worked his cock in, deeper and deeper. She was much slicker than she had been the first time, and Jake experienced as much pleasure as he was capable of.

Darla moaned discontentedly as Jake neared full insertion. He pushed his groin firmly against hers, achieving the greatest possible depth. Jake grunted, and pumped his hips at a moderate pace. He was already close to orgasm. He shifted into rapid-fire thrusts. Darla whimpered helplessly, and said unintelligible things. He rocked her entire body. Her breasts were so firm that they barely jiggled. A very sexy sight. He ejaculated with powerful thrusts that caused Darla to call out.

When he finished ejaculating, he did not stop for even a moment. He continued to ream her, hard. Having gifted the girl with his semen, his cock now slid in and out, almost effortlessly. He screwed her hard, in an effort to climax again, as soon as possible. He scanned her face, her hair, and her body for inspiration. His second climax was announced by a frightening grimace on his face, and a strangled cry from deep in his throat. His seed squirted into her pussy in a jet, made laser sharp by the tightness of her vagina.

After he deposited the last of his seed, Jake immediately pulled out of Darla. A sizable glob of white goo flowed out of her pussy. Jake watched his semen squeeze out of her, like icing flowing over a warm muffin. He felt proud, manly, and victorious. He didn't mind that the semen flowed onto his sheets. They would have to be washed thoroughly, anyway. He lay on his side next to her, and asked, "Are you all right, Darla?"

"I guess so. I didn't know you were going to do that."

Jake shrugged, "I couldn't help myself, Darla. You are so beautiful and sexy, it was more than I could take. You were fantastic, by the way. Even better than the first time. There's a lot of cum coming out of your pussy. Maybe you should go into the bathroom." Darla put her hand over her pussy to contain as much of Jake's semen as possible, and waddled unsteadily to the bathroom. While she was in there, Jake sopped up the semen that had spilled onto the sheet. He used the guest bath to clean himself up a little.

Merrill chose to punish Jake by giving him the silent treatment for a week. He called often, and she answered the phone, but always shut down the conversation quickly. She felt that she was handling it like an adult.

Meanwhile, Jake was handling Darla like an adult. He worked her hard, every single day. He got blowjobs every single day. He put her through her paces. Angry at Merrill, he selected a color pen, and entered Darla in his old Kama Sutra. He achieved a surprising number of positions, considering that she began the week as a virgin. Her head improved greatly. Jake tutored her, in part, by showing her porn videos. She caught on fairly quickly.

Five days after taking Darla's virginity, Jake answered the doorbell. He did not expect Darla. It was Karen, Darla's mother. She was about forty, and resembled a forty-year-old version of Darla. Karen had bigger boobs, and a shorter haircut, but she was sexy. Very doable. Jake welcomed her formally into the living room. She was wearing a very sharp business suit. The lines of the suit seemed to accentuate both her large bosom, and small waist.

She got to the point, "Jake, I think Darla has been giving you too much attention, lately. She won't stop talking about you, and I know she comes over here to bother you, as often as she can." Jake nodded slowly, with a serious look on his face. "I am worried about where something like this could lead." She paused.

Jake was obligated to speak, "Karen, I can't imagine what it's like to be parent to a teenager these days. What kids do is completely different from our generation. How can I help?"

Karen softened her look, and her posture. She spoke more softly and slowly, "I know it's none of my business, Jake, but I know you're seeing Merrill Leonard."

Jake sighed, "Karen, I'm afraid I haven't seen Merrill in a while." Jake deliberately exaggerated the gulf between him and Merrill, "We've had some trouble that I'm not sure we can overcome. For now, I'm unattached."

Karen bit her lower lip, suggestively. She shifted her position, and leaned a little toward Jake. She said, "Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Jake. I know how hard it can be to be an adult, and unattached. I myself haven't been with anyone in over a year, since the separation. It must be especially frustrating for a man like you." She scanned him, head to toe, and left her mouth open a bit.