Receiving Sophie.
Every character in this narrative is over 18.
I was soaked to the bone. My pink lacy underwear was even damp. I flicked a strand of dripping red hair out of my eyes and rapped on the doorbell. The soft ding was drowned out by the ongoing roar of rain outside.
The front door swung open to reveal Mr. Spencer.
"Jesus, it's pouring down," he stated, beckoning me inside.
"It came out of nowhere around five minutes ago," I said, feeling water drip down my face.
"You seem like a rat that's been drowned," he chuckled, shutting the door behind us.
I glanced at the floor. A stain on the carpet would gradually enlarge as water seeped through my garments.
"We'd better dry you off," he smirked and escorted me down the hall. "Yesterday would have been a better time to come, but the dryer was broken."
"That's okay, I'm confident I'll dry out," I replied, noticing that the house was quite warm.
He looked up at me. "Oh... Just so you know, that did something to the heater."
"How?" I inquired, shivering even though the room was hot.
"I'm a bit of a doofus," he said meekly. "It's my tendency to break things."
I envisioned what sorts of situations may occur around him. I shook my head and pushed away such thoughts. "I can't help imagining it when I'm eighteen and filled with hormones. Such unclean thoughts."
I followed him through the door into the kitchen. He pointed to a dryer beneath the sink. "Here, you can use this, I can't have you leaving here all drenched."
"Are you just trying to get me to take off my clothes?" I inquired, instantly regretting my words. My face grew flushed with embarrassment, but he simply responded. He walked to the dryer, turned it on, and swung its door open.
"Julie took Tristan out for the day," he revealed.
"So I didn't have to come here for nothing?"
He nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."
"No issue, Mr. Spencer," I beamed at him.
"Call me Graham. We're too formal in here," he said. "There are some towels in the cupboard. You can use them if you want. I've got some work to catch up on. Let me know when you're finished, and I'll let you out."
He left the room without another word, closing the door behind him.
I stood with a vacant expression before progressively stripping the wet tank top from my skin and moving it above my head. Next came my shorts, liberally loosening their tassel and wiggling my hips as I allowed them to fall around my ankles. Standing in Mr. Spencer's house, I realized, I was only clad in pink cotton knickers and a strapped sports bra fitting tightly against my breasts, the fabric tenting just above my nipples. My bodily form—a slender, toned, tan creature with curvy hips and perky breasts—was never something I appreciated, despite countless adolescent boys calling it divine. Somehow, I couldn't comprehend or accept it, despite my strict exercise routine and mile after mile of running.
I hunted through the room for towels but struggled to locate them. Each cupboard offered only disappointment until I discovered the fifth one, which held a orderly pile of white towels. I took one, setting it on the counter, and began taking off my knickers, letting my chest go free from the tight bra. I glanced at my reflection in the wall mirror.
My body had always been a source of confusion and embarrassment for me, even though boys my age had expressed admiration. I was slender and toned, with a rounded chest, shapely hips, and a flat belly. Yet all of this couldn't seem to dispel the self-doubt that plagued my thoughts. Inside the dryer, my clothes went tumbling, followed by the closing door and the sound of it starting up.
Wrapping a towel tightly around my body, I concealed the areas no man had ever seen before. I've been cautious around men, never giving them a chance. The most intimate thing I've done is a kiss. Maybe I just haven't met the right person yet.
Stepping onto the countertop, I crossed my legs, fluttering my feet back and forth. My perfectly manicured toenails were painted a bright crimson, as were my fingers.
"Is everything okay?" someone asked from the other room.
"Yes, I'm almost done!" I responded.
"Take your time. No need to rush!" came the distant reply.
I waited anxiously as the dryer clicked and hummed. It seemed like an eternity had passed by before it finally beeped, and the door released its grip.
I glanced toward the hallway entrance. In my thoughts, I imagined simply walking out and maybe catching him there. Would he like what he sees? Most boys did, but he was no longer a boy. He's a grown man now—dark-haired, tall, and strong. He could teach me about passion and illicit encounters.
I banished those fantasies from my mind with a shrug. I can't do that now, I thought. Not while he's with Jenny. She's so beautiful, sophisticated, and tall—beyond my reach. He's likely never to look at me that way.
But what if he does? What if the moment he saw me, he wrenched the towel from my hands and took me places I'd only dreamed about? To be taken in that way would be a delicious taboo.
My breathing quickened, and I felt the pulse beating between my thighs.
I descended from the countertop and floated toward the door. I hesitated, then gave in to my curiosity and flung it open. My heart raced as I inched towards the living room door. If he was there, what would he do? I could feel my body pulling toward him with an intensity I hadn't felt before.
I bit my lip and called out, lightly. Nostalgia hit me, and I recalled my regular routine.
"Graham?" I asked.
No answer, so I tried again. "Graham?"
I wasn't sure if he was inside or not. He wasn't answering. I thought of the many scenarios swirling in my mind. Was he so enthralled in his tasks that he'd ignore me? Or, perhaps, he was frantically playing with himself, the mere fact of my presence driving him wild?
"Graham!" I cried out this time.
The door swung open as if pulled by an unseen force, and there he was. His intense gaze scanned my form. I felt exposed and vulnerable.
"Sophie?" he said, a hint of surprise in his tone.
My heart pounded like a machine gun, and my cheeks burned. Was this going to be real? Was I going to become the subject of my fantasies?
"Graham, I'm sorry." I managed to whisper.
His hands greeted my wrist as I tried to draw the towel around myself. He held me firm. I held my breath, awaiting his tongue-lashing.
"You don't have to cover up anymore," he said, dismissively. "Normally, I'm not like this."
I looked up at him in shock as he smirked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, leaving my skin tingling. I tightened my legs, desperate to suppress my arousal that had started to grow when he looked at me.
"You're a pretty girl for your age. You're new to all this, I'm assuming," he didn't ask, just stated.
I nodded, hovering my tongue on the back of my teeth. His gaze burned through my clothing, making me ache.
"You find me attractive?" I peered up at him and smirked.
He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Too youthful and energetic for me, I'm flattered, but I don't think I would be able to keep up!"
Did he reject me, I pondered. I wrapped the towel around me tighter, trying to conceal myself. "You don't want to?"
His countenance brightened up. "I never said that, did I? I just said I might not be able to keep up."
"I'm inexperienced in this matter. I've only ever given kisses to two little boys who wouldn't have a clue how to pleasure a woman," I said, feeling a tad more courage, but the excitation continued to tax me, even as I tried to hide it.
Graham reached out towards me. His palm slid along the outer side of the towel as if considering his option. A few moments of thoughtful considerations later, he grasped the fabric and pulled it away. The towel landed to the side, leaving me standing there with no clothes on and just a single towel wrapped around my head. My toned legs were still tightly crossed. My hot fervor inside was ready to burst. My nipples on my firm chest had hardened and were aching to be touched or sucked.
Without uttering a word, he guided me to the living room and seated me on the sofa. He continued to look at the door, perhaps contemplating getting up and leaving. As I thought he would, he turned to me and knelt down at my feet.
"Are you certain?" he enquired, eying me squarely, wanting an answer.
I licked my lips slowly and nodded.
I felt a gust of air up to my sensitive area as his hands approached my thighs. He gently slid them up to my hips, t hen back to my knees. My breathing picked up and my heart thumped in my ears.
"Am I able?" he enquired.
"If not, I'll deal with it." I said, feeling slightly emboldened, but the anticipation was still steaming me within.
His hands gripped my knees, splitting my legs. I became vulnerable, exposed, lying down on the sofa. The intense desire was thrumming between my thighs, something I've never experienced before, and it needed to be relieved. Both nipples of my erect breasts were hard as stone, aching for contact.
He didn't say anything - he led me to the living room and sat me down on the couch. He paused and looked at the door again, as if pondering leaving. But when he faced me again, he knelt down at my feet.
"Are you certain?" he inquired once more.
My shoulders slacked. His strong, thick-looking hands were placed on my thighs, causing a shiver crawl my spine. He traced upward towards my hips, then downwards towards my knees. My breathing escalated, and my heart raced in my ear.
"Are you sure?" he queried once more, his eyes fixed on mine, demanding a decision from me.
I nodded my head vehemently.
My body trembled with fear, knowing what was about to happen. His rough palms next caressed my calves, then crawled back up to my thighs, sending shivering sensations through me. My clitoris was throbbing and my vagina was warm and moist.
"Until you leave," I whispered.
He shook his head. "All day," he said with a smile.
"I don't want to do anything mischievous."
His large hands next gripped the backs if my calves and pushed my legs asunder, revealing my wet, twitching vagina. I was throbbing down there, wanting him to touch me in places I've never touched myself.
I relaxed my head on the sofa once more and shut my eyes. My heat was on fire now, I wanted him, I needed him in ways I've never needed any man before. I felt his lips faintly kiss my arms, working their way closer to my squirming vagina.
"Lay back," he murmured.
I complied instantaneously. My body shuddered from another shiver when his hands caressed my thighs once more.
"For how long?" he asked.
"Until Jenny returns?" I questioned.
He shook his head. "All day," he said and grinned at me.
"I don't want us to be discovered."
He ran his hands down the back of my calves now, then traced their way upwards along my thighs, causing goose bumps to erupt across my skin. I laid my head back on the couch once more and closed my eyes. My body was inflamed, my entire being craved his touch. He guided his hands up the back of my waist, electric surges coursing through me as he cupped my fleshy buttocks, raising my weight off the sofa.
"Uhhhh," I screamed silently.
"Uhhh," I stammered, arching my back against my will. My fingers combed through his thick locks, desperate for him to continue.
I felt his lips on the inside of my thigh, burying a wet, tender kiss on my skin, as his other hand glided toward my exposed hotness.
"Huhh!" I screamed quietly, drawing in a deep breath, as if I was trying to hold my voice back.
He stopped abruptly and gazed up at me, uncertain what I was experiencing. "What's wrong?"
"It's - the noise, I cannot control it!" I whispered.
He smiled. "That's normal, don't be self-conscious or apologetic!"
"Wow, yeah!" I moaned, struggling as an intense sensation built up inside me like a clogged pipe in my stomach.
"How does that feel?" I heard his muffled voice say.
"Oh man, it's awesome!" I was screaming now. My eyes were open, and my heart was racing as fast as a thousand miles.
"Oh wow!" I groaned through gritted teeth. It was getting bigger, whatever it was, and it was about to burst.
His tongue seemed to know what was happening and started licking me even faster. His lips were locked on my now flooded slit, rubbing against all the right spots, driving me further and further over the edge.
"Wowww, wowww, wowww!" I shrieked with my mouth wide open. My body was twisting and jerking against his grip as he held me down and licked my slit as hard as he could.
"I'm gonna..." I gasped and bucked my hips, not being able to get the last word out as my body exploded on his face. I realized I was pulling him onto me, trapping him in place as the first orgasm I'd ever experienced crashed through me like a train. Every nerve in my body sparked, and every muscle twitched as I screamed so loud that I was sure the neighbors heard every second of what we were doing.
"Wowwww, God, yeah!" I screamed, and once it began, it was over. The feeling subsided quickly, and my body went limp beneath him. My slit pulsed and ached as he blinked and lifted his head.
"Uhhhhhhh," I sighed as I breathed out, still shaking from the pleasure that had washed over me.
"You came pretty hard," he said.
"Never been touched before," I smiled. "Remember?"
"Now you have," he replied.
"Did I..?" I pointed down towards my pussy. "Taste okay?"
He laughed. "Tasted like a sweet peach."
I let out a small whimper of relief. "That was... something."
"Just something?"
"Something incredible," I gasped.
Graham stood up and towered over my limp, naked body.
"Want to go further?" He asked. "No pressure. You don't have to if you don't want to."
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I do."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded once more, and as I did so, he unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor. He was hard, long, and thick. He was bigger than anything I'd ever seen in person, and his veins stood out against his cock. I'd never seen one before, so I had nothing to compare it to, but it was a huge rod looking down at me.
"Do you think it'll fit?" I joked.
"You flatter me yet again," he replied.
"Might ruin a girl in a few strokes," I chuckled.
He chuckled "You're making me blush."
I shivered. "Be gentle," I whispered. "Slow and gentle."
He grunted in agreement, and kindex blew his breath out. His breathing quickened, and butterflies flew around in my stomach.
I shook my head quickly. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, positioning himself back on his knees. He pushed his cock right against my lips, and I felt him grasp my breasts, squeezing them gently.
"Be gentle," I repeated, and I gasped as the pulse in my chest quickened once more. My legs still shook, and I was soaked down there. The firm mounds on my chest moved up and down as I prepared for impact.
He gently pressed the tip of him against me. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking intently into my eyes.
I nodded again, and he moved his hips forward, forcing the first inch of his cock gently inside me.
"Fuck!" I yelled, biting my tongue. He was almost buried inside me, but it felt like I was being torn in two.
"Did I hurt you?"
I carefully shook my head no and tugged on his chest. "Push a little more."
He pushed a little more and thrust forward, forcing his cock a few inches deeper inside me.
"Holy shit!" I cried out and dug my nails into his chest. "Push!"
He pushed and thrust again, forcing himself a few inches deeper this time.
"Ughhhh!" I screamed and pushed against his chest.
For the fourth and final push, his cock pierced something inside me and slid inwards, making my legs start moving and my back arch once more. I bit my bottom lip, dug my nails into his chest, and endured the pain and pleasure surging through my stomach and painfully crackling along my teeth.
"Slow down," I begged, gasping for air.
Without skipping a beat, he pressed himself deeper and deeper inside me.
"Holy fuck!" I cried out, arched my back, and clutched his shoulders. "Push!"
After one final push, his entire length was engulfed by me, immediately causing my body to jerk and spasm. My toes curled, and my screeches filled the room as a wave of chronic pain and trembling turned me into his slave.
"Ouch, damnit!" I murmured, shaking my head. "I feel like I could burst!"
"That's because you're stretched to the limit, baby." He chuckled. "You're tighter than any pussy I've ever had!"
I moaned deeply as he eased out of me, then slowly pushed himself back into me, filling me with his impressive length.
"Are you alright?"
I nodded, unable to speak due to the overwhelming sensations pulsing through my body.
He groaned lightly and thrust again, holding himself deep inside me, allowing my walls to adjust to his girth.
"Oh my god!" I hissed through gritted teeth. "Is it okay?"
"Absolutely," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're perfect."
"Am I bleeding?" I asked tentatively.
He shifted his position and observed my condition.
"No blood," he confirmed with a smile.
"Please, go slow." I begged. "I just need to enjoy the feeling of you inside me."
He was kind and gentle, his kisses on my neck and shoulders causing shivers to ripple through my entire body.
"Oooh, that feels amazing!" I moaned as he slid in and out of me once more.
"Faster?" He asked.
I nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate on the intense feelings coursing through me.
My entire body was overtaken by waves of pleasure, my back arching and my body shuddering with sensation.
"Uh-huh, yes!" I squealed.
His rhythm steadily increased. My juices drenched the couch beneath me as my tight walls enveloped his throbbing member. He slipped in and out of me with great ease, my wetness intensifying.
"Oh fuck, I'm making a mess," I gasped, bracing myself for more. "Uhhh, oh god, please!"
"Shhhh," he murmured softly in my ear. "Just relax."
Another deep thrust and I moaned in delight. I could feel my sweet juices dripping down my thighs.
"Harder!" I pleaded. "Fuck me harder!"
He increased his pace, pounding me mercilessly. My hips lifted and bucked, shifts in weight his cock grazed something hard—and I screamed.
"Your pussy is magnificent," he grunted.
"Oh god, yes!"
I spread my legs wider. With a grin, he pushed himself inside me further than I'd ever experienced. My body vibrated with grand ecstasy.
"More, please!" I begged, my breathless voice crying out my desperation.
His relentless pounding was like a familiar anthem, each thrust reaffirming how deeply and firmly he filled me.
"Oh, I'm cumming!" I exclaimed, feeling the waves of bliss crash through me.
"Hold me tight," he commanded, his erratic breaths causing an absence of sound as I shivered and whimpered.
His thrusting intensified, my walls soaked in my fluids and the sounds of our lovemaking becoming a distant memory.
"Uh-huh, fuck me harder!" I screamed.
His thrusts were rough now, filling my small opening with every stroke.
"I can't... I'm gonna..." I moaned uncontrollably.
A squeal escaped my lips as he thrust into me. I clenched my body, arching into him, my muscles clenching repeatedly as if in response to the pleasure overtaking me.
He slowed his motions, filling me with his thick cum, my body squeezed tightly around his cock.
"I can't help it," he panted, his chest heaving. "I need to finish."
"Don't stop!" I cried. "I need this!"
He picked up the pace again, his cock stretching me out until I thought it would tear.
"Uhh, uhh, uh-huh!" I screamed as electric pleasure coursed through me.
My body went limp, my thoughts drifting away from the blissful pleasure penetrting my mind.
"You're cumming too!" he said breathlessly.
I whimpered, my body convulsing with spasms of warmth and moisture.
"I love your pussy." He pulled out of me, his shaft leaving me empty.
The aftermath felt unfamiliar, my body sinking into the couch as a mixture of his and my cum pooled beneath me.
"Hey, isn't it meant to shrink?" I chuckled, pointing towards his still erect penis, standing proud like a pleasure-inducing stick in front of him.
"Yeah, it's been a while," he replied.
I hesitated for a moment, then...
"Doesn't want it so big, right?" I smirked.
"Are you done?"
I shook my head and got back into a sitting position. I felt ashamed now, like I'd try anything. I wanted to be craved, I wanted to be dominated, to be fucked as hard as possible without pity. It's all I could think about, his long, hard shaft sliding into my tight little hole again.
"Not even close," I responded and flipped myself around. I placed my knees on the seat and my hands on the back of the couch, positioning my arse directly in front of him. I angled my hips and arched my back, presenting my messy pussy to his thick cock.
"Holy crap," I heard him whisper.
"What's wrong?" I inquired with a grin, looking back at him over my bare shoulder. "Did I do something wrong?"
"It's wrong," he laughed. "It's definitely wrong!"
"Am I in the wrong position?"
He shook his head. "No, you're in the perfect position."
He swallowed hard and stepped towards me. I returned to face the front. I felt his hands on my hips and his hard cock touching my slit once again.
"Ready to slide it in again?"
I shook my head and looked back at him with a grin. "Not this time." I turned back to face him. "Want to fuck me daddy?"
I saw the hesitation on his face. What was stopping him? Did he get tired?
"Nothing," he said, as if reading my mind. "I just can't believe how stunning you look."
"You see the workouts, right?"
"Oh yes, your body is absolutely amazing!"
"So, what's the hold-up?" I giggled at him. "I'm here, naked, on my hands and knees. Aren't you going to fuck me, daddy?"
Without another word, he grasped my hips firmly and thrust forward, sliding every inch of him into me from tip to base in one swift motion.
"Fuck! Ahhhhh!" I exclaimed, feeling my entire body tense up as I was filled completely by cock. "Uhhhh Uhhhh UHHHH!"
He wasn't gentle this time. His cock mercilessly assaulted my tight slit, thrusting over and over. My breasts bounced in sync with each impact, and my body trembled with each wave of blissful pleasure.
"How can you be even tighter?" He groaned.
"Maybe... uhhhh fuck!" I gasped as my hair whipped away from my face with each thrust. "You're just bigger!"
"No, you're definitely tighter!"
"Do you like it?" I groaned.
"I adore every single inch of your insides!"
"Then fuck me, daddy!" I cried out and clutched the back of the sofa with all my might as he plowed into me with relentless ferocity. "Uhhhh god yes, please fuck me harder!"
My body jerked forwards and backwards, his grip tightening on my hips as he drew me back onto him, driving his cock as deep as he could into me. I could feel wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me like a raging storm.
"I can't take it!" I wailed. "I'm going to cum so hard all over your cock! Uhhhhhhh!"
My body and mind exploded into a million pieces as he continued to ecstatically fuck me, slamming our bodies together and my pussy gushing fluids with every violent thrust.
"Uggh!" He grunted. My head drooped down, unable to hold my position. I was hanging from the back of the couch, limp and worn out. He pounded himself deep into me, splattering my body with his thick load.
"Fuck yes!" I wailed. "Fuck yes, keep going!"
He cracked his hand down on my arse with a loud slap, causing me to jump in surprise and cry out in delight as the climax of pleasure I experienced felt out of this world.
"Take it! Take it you slut!" I heard him grunt.
I was far from a slut, but at that moment, I felt like one, a filthy slut desperate for every unmerciful thrill. And I loved every second of it.
"Come on, Dad, don't stop! Don't cease, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!!" I shouted at the highest pitch I could muster. "Yeah, keep doing it! Fill me up!"
He carried on, pushing past his own climax and pushing into me until my body turned into a limp, sweating heap draped over the edge of the couch. My screams transformed into whimpers, and my breathing gradually slowed as his thrusting subsided to a halt. He held himself within me for several minutes, milking every last drop of bliss we had just shared before withdrawing with another loud slurp. This time, there was a rush of liquid.
"Mmmmmm," I groaned as my insides pooled onto the couch. It oozed down onto the wooden floor. "Might need to clean that up."
He signed and teetered slightly on his feet. I could tell he was wobbly on his legs, and his stiff member had begun to retreat. "I reckon I've got to tidy that."
I flipped around to face him. My gaping entrance continued to leak onto the couch.
"You need to leave now," he said.
"Immediately? Wouldn't I be able to dress first?"
He chuckled. "Not. I think the neighbors wouldn't appreciate a revealing eighteen year old strolling out of the house completely naked and exposing herself, don't you?"
"Perhaps they would, you did," I smiled and climbed off the sofa to stand directly in front of him.
"They possibly heard you screaming, you realize."
I felt my cheeks flush a brilliant red. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't keep my voice in. You felt so terrific inside me, and my cry of false modesty was a ledge that burst outwards!"
"I never thought you needed to apologize for that, and moreover, I love screamers!"
"So you'd wish to have me scream again? Could be like a tutor, just teaching me the ropes on how to have sex!" I grinned.
He appeared astonished. "Do you want to redo this?"
"So this would only be a one-time deal? Well, if you'd rather not keep screwing me, I'm sure another young lad would compete," I chortled.
"Seems a bargain, as this was Jenny's idea!"
