Chapter 8: Richard Takes Me

From the start I had a sneaky feeling that somehow that last part was probably something Richard would’ve rather not heard but if that was the price he seemed willing to pay. He leaned forward and started sucking my nipples and his hands moved behind me and grabbed my ass. To my surprise, Melissa actually reached out to touch me as well, running her hand along my bare leg and then up and down my back. It was actually more erotic for this forty year-old soccer mom to touch me than her dirty old husband! It did feel good to have him suck my nipples though and I would never turn down anyone who wanted to play with my ass so I was doing OK for now. I reached down between my legs and put my hand on his crotch. Yep, there was definitely something going on down there!

I unbuckled his pants and unzipped him while he continued to suck on my boobs. Melissa was just running her hands gently all over me as she watched every move I made. As I reached into his underwear, searching for his cock as I looked over at her and saw her wink at me. I slid down off his lap and kneeled in front of him with my hand still holding his cock.

Melissa helped me to take his pants off and he was soon sitting on the couch bare-ass with his shirt still on. I started strolling his cock while Melissa removed his shirt. I was about to start sucking him when suddenly Melissa gasped.

“Hold on Kelly, I forgot something!” She ran to her suitcase and pulled out a video camera. Ahhhhhh, she had forgotten to tape us. Hmmm, too bad she missed my stripper routine! She quickly put up a tripod and started the recorder. She got back on the couch again and smiled at me saying, “OK Kelly, go for it!”

I didn’t need any more encouragement to start sucking a cock - any cock for that matter. Richard was going to be a challenge though. I don’t know what his medication did to him but it sure seemed to be stifling his erection! By now I would expect any guy I was with to be hard as a rock whereas Richard was not even about half-way there. Well, I always was up for a challenge and this looked to be a tough one that would test my oral sex skills so I took him in my mouth and felt the softness of his cock. Actually I liked to start with a cock in this condition and then feel it grow and harden in my mouth. Knowing it was my mouth that was making him change was just plain sexy as far as I was concerned.

His crotch was extremely hairy as was most of his body. I also had a feeling he had not showered either before coming over because his crotch odor was really strong - a mixture of smelly sweat with the musky odor that comes when a guy has sex. He tasted ok though which was important and his head was nice and large, another feature I appreciated in a cock. I took his while cock in my mouth and sucked it, running my tongue around it and teasing it.

“Oh god that feels so good!” he gasped in a husky voice.

His cock was actually responding now and I could feel it getting harder and longer with each minute. I had a feeling it was as much the fact that a twenty year old “innocent girl next door” from church was sucking him as it was my skills. Sex was as much mental as physical and I knew that with his condition I could be the best cocksucker in the work but if he wasn’t turned on it would not matter. The key was to meet his mental and physical needs so while I was sucking his cock I worked on feeding his emotions as well.

“Tell me ... do you like me sucking your cock Mr. West,” I said in my little girl voice as I stroked him with my hand. I deliberately called him Mr. West instead of Richard to emphasize our age difference and make him think even more about the fact I was less than half his age. I sucked him a few more strokes and then looked up at him again with a sly smile.

“I bet when you see me in church you wished I would do this to you, didn’t you. Mmmmmmm, I saw you looking at my ass last Sunday; you wanted to fuck me didn’t you Mr. West?”

I went back to sucking him but I made sure I looked at him the whole time, letting him see my eyes as he felt my mouth on his stiffening cock. He was responding nicely and I wanted him to get even more horny than he was which meant getting more senses involved. I had him listening to me and, of course, feeling my mouth on him, now I had to get him talking.

“Tell me how bad you wanted to fuck me Mr. West. When did you first want me?”

“Oh you nasty little bitch,” he said in a rough tone, “Every guy in church knows you’re nothing but a tease and a slut. Running around half-dressed on retreats, coming to church without underwear, screwing every boy in your class. I’ve been wanting you since I saw you in that slutty bikini at the retreat years ago. God I’ve dreamed so many times of you doing this!”

The more he talked the harder he got. I also noticed the more he talked the more Melissa was looking at him and then me with an odd look on her face. I don’t think she had really anticipated that her husband talk about how bad he had been lusting after a young teenager! Well, it was working for Richard as his cock was almost as erect as it was going to be. Just a little more to push him over the edge so I decided to use some of the information I had just gotten from their earlier conversation to my advantage.

“Mmmmmmm, I love your cock Mr. West. Tell me how you masturbate thinking about me. Tell me the last time you came thinking of fucking my tight little pussy.”

It was a shot in the dark but I hit the bulls eye. He was indeed a dirty old man!

“Every time I see you in church I think about fucking you,” he confessed without hesitation

The hornier he got the less inhibited he was becoming in talking about his dirty thoughts and deeds. “You wore that tight blouse last week to youth group with those ridiculously tight jeans. Damn, how did you even get them on? I got so hard that night dreaming of feeling you through that blouse while I fucked you.”

“Richard!” Melissa exclaimed. Evidently things were already going further than she was ready to go but Melissa should’ve thought about this before she pushed this boulder down the hill. There was no stopping it now and all she was going to do was get rolled over if she did! I stroked his cock as I stood up and then straddled him on the couch. I lowered myself down until his cock was teasing the opening to my pussy.

I wanted him in me badly but I wanted more than just that. I wanted Melissa to see how bad her husband wanted me, how much more he craved my young pussy than hers. I wanted her to see why he masturbated at night dreaming of ME, leaving her alone in bed to fall asleep yet again unsatisfied. It may sound selfish, but I didn’t care how she felt. After all, SHE was the one who asked for this so I didn’t feel any sympathy for her at all. I rubbed his cock against my waiting pussy, stroking him to keep him hard.

“You want to fuck me now Mr. West?” I asked as if there was any question about it! “Tell me how bad you want to be in my pussy. Tell me...”

“You fucking little cock-teaser,” he groaned, “Sit on my cock dammit, you know damn well I want it. God I’ve cum so many times dreaming of this moment!’

He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me down onto him. I looked at Melissa and saw she was looking at my wet pussy, watching her husband’s cock disappear into my young pussy. She was seeing her husband fucking another girl for the first time in his life - and he was loving it!