Chapter 4

I made her face away from me, and washed her back first, stroking her shoulders, arms, and back over and over again, before sliding my hands around to stroke her belly. She didn't know what to do with her own hands, and held them out, letting me touch her wherever I wanted to. I knelt and did her legs next, washing her buttocks, but not touching her pussy. She was fairly dancing within ten minutes. Every time she tried to turn around, I forced her back, to face away from me.

"What are you DOING?" she said.

"Touching you."

"Aren't you supposed to touch me... all over?" she said.

"Later. I thought you didn't want me to rush you."

"I don't... but..." She flapped her hands.

"What's the matter?" I asked. "You want me to touch you here?"

I slid both hands over her breasts, and she arched her back into them.

"Oooooo... You know I do," she whined.

"Then say something," I said. "How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"I can't just tell you what I want," she moaned. "You're an older man. You shouldn't be touching a young girl like me in the first place."

"Why not?" I asked, letting my hand slide down to her abdomen, where it grazed her pubic hair. She went up on tiptoes, and put one hand against the wall. "You're legal."

"I've never done anything like this," she moaned. "This is so nasty!"

"No," I said, pulling her against my chest. My bone pressed into her buttocks. "This is nasty." I took her hips and rubbed my prick in her butt crack. She bent over and leaned into me. "And THIS is nasty," I said, sliding a hand down between her legs. I did it so quickly, and my fingers were so slippery with soap, that one slid in her effortlessly. I pulled, to put pressure on her clit.

"Awwwwwww," she moaned.

"You want to have an orgasm?" I asked in her ear.

She didn't say anything, but it looked like she nodded.

I wagged my finger in her, back and forth, and she tried to squat. my finger held her up, though, and her head fell forward.

She looked at my hand, between her legs. If I'd thought about it, I'd have realized she'd never seen a man's hand there. I also wasn't aware that her memories of me doing this to her earlier, in bed, were misty, and that this was feeling so much better.

"You're... going to... fuck me again... aren't you?" she panted.

"Maybe," I said. "That depends on you."

"I'll never ask you to," she groaned, through grinding teeth. She was trying not to have the orgasm that was about to streak through her.

"OK," I said. She almost cried out as my hand slipped up and out of her crotch, to cup her breasts and squeeze at the nipples there.

"You bastard," she grunted.

"Guilty as charged," I said in her ear. "I think you're clean now."

"Wait!" she moaned. "You can't do this to me."

"I'm only doing what you want me to... remember?" I rinsed her off under the water. "You wanted to feel a man's hands on you. You got to. It's what you wanted."

"You said you were going to let me cum," she moaned.

"You didn't say you wanted that," I teased.

She twisted in my grip, and finally faced me. Instead of talking, she reached up with her lips for a kiss. While our tongues dueled, she brought my hand to her pussy, and spread her legs. I entered her again, this time with more difficulty, since the soap had washed away. Instead of trying to go in farther, I diddled her clit with two fingers, and she moaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss.

"You don't want an orgasm like this," I said.

"Why... not?" she panted.

"You want my mouth there."

She shuddered. "That's so nasty!"

I knew she was too stubborn to ask, or even approve, but she didn't stop me from doing things, so I turned the water off and dried her. While I was on my knees drying her legs, I shoved my face against her and licked, trying to reach her pussy lips, grasping her firm butt cheeks firmly. Her hands came to my head and held on, but didn't push me away.

"I could do this much better on the bed," I said.

"My mother's out there," she moaned.

I stood up and pushed her, and she went, stark naked, covering her breasts. Heather and Babs were sitting, watching TV. They saw her flaming red cheeks, and looked away.

She let herself be pushed onto the bed, and I didn't give her time to resist. Within seconds, I had pushed her thighs wide, and was sticking my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. She wiggled and moaned. I found her clit and sucked, and she bucked under me. I settled in to flick, with my tongue, over and over again, as her hips became more and more animated.

"Ohhhhhh... please don't stop," she whispered.

When her orgasm hit she arched, and then sank back down. Her legs crossed my back and her arms went flopping out to her sides.

"I didn't know," she whined. "I didn't know."

I knew I could probably fuck her, then, but I didn't. Instead I went to her breasts, and inserted my finger in her again. She was plenty slippery now. She flopped through two more orgasms, whining and gasping.

By ten-thirty that night, Jill was lying under me, voluntarily, and had brought my aching prick to her opening with her own hand. I was digging my prick deep into her belly as she found out what it was like for this to happen when her brain wasn't fogged with alcohol.

She didn't complain when I fountained inside her. All she did was moan "Ohhhh yesss, I remember this part."

Once converted, Jill was just like her mother. I did sleep with her that night, and I mounted her twice more, in the dark. She didn't resist at all, and, in fact, urged me on, with her hands. In the morning, she walked, hand in hand with me to the shower. This time, she learned all about my penis, as she washed it herself.

Quite suddenly, Jill wanted to go to college. Heather rewarded me with a kiss, but I couldn't get it up enough to do anything with it.

"That's all right," she sighed into my lips. "It was for a good cause. Anyway, I know where you live, and I have to bring my daughter to college in a week."

They did talk me into renting out my upper floor. On paper, Jill lived at 2356 and a half Riser Street, which was the official address of my second floor. She shared an entrance with me. In reality, she shared a lot more with me than that entrance. The second bedroom was hers, but she used it more as a closet than a bedroom, except for ten days a month. The rest of the time she slept in my bed. She was one of those women who loves to fuck in the morning, and woke up early just to ride me and get me to spurt in her belly so that, when she went to class, her pussy was full of spunk. She said it made her feel sexy.