The last time I hooked up with my 18 year old lover, Kacey, was in the back of my car. I didn’t want that to become our ‘usual’ place, but I wasn’t sure what I could arrange. I couldn’t afford to book a motel room every time we got the chance to fuck, but I was more than eager to do it once. Kacey worked mornings the rest of the week, so after I dropped her off at her house I headed straight for the beachside. I started with the smaller ones, knowing they would be the cheapest, and they were at the extreme south end of our part of the shore, besides – away from the larger crowds of tourists. I hit three of them, and ended up going back to the first one. It was a mom-and-pop motel, as most of them were. This one, however, was cleaner, barely inhabited and cheaper than the others. Score! As a retiree, I didn’t have a lot of money to spend on things like this.
I texted Kacey, and told her to bring a change of clothes in her backpack to work the next day. She texted back: 2mro? OMG!! I drove home whistling. My wife never asked what I was in such a good mood about.
The next day at 2:00PM I made sure I was back at the store. Kacey came out, looked around, spotted me and held up one finger. Then she disappeared inside again. When she came back out she was wearing black leggings and a sweatshirt with the sleeves torn off. Her lean legs held my gaze as she walked to the car, and I remembered the previous afternoon, as my hands had parted those thighs.
“Hey!” she said, and threw her backpack between the seats into the back. “Long time no see, huh?”
We both laughed. It had been exactly two hours – an interminable time for me, during which I went by the motel, got the key and turned back the bed. I should probably have filled a vase full of flowers, but I didn’t want our relationship to be romantic. I kept telling myself she was just a young piece of ass and that was all. When I was with her, though, her youth and vulnerability made me feel a plethora of feelings: joy, sympathy, lust, and if I admitted it, a sort of love, if a little twisted. Kacey would be a catch for some guy, once she matured a little, I thought.
She even seemed cuter to me now. She took better care of her hair, her complexion seemed different, and she had a surprise for me, as well. I would find it once I got her into bed.
She loved the room. She stood in the doorway and scanned the little room.
“Oh my god!” she gushed, “it’s beautiful! Look at the view!”
She walked quickly to the sliding glass doors, which looked out over the dunes to the ocean. There were sea oats, lots of sand and no pool. I wished there had been a pool as well, but that would have put people outside our single-story room. Besides, who wanted to swim, when I had an eager 18 year old to play with? I wanted a quiet place to fuck her, not Grand Central Station. I walked up behind her and slid my hands around her slim waist.
“The outside’s nice,” I whispered, “but I’m more interested in the inside right now.” I ran one hand down her hipbone to her crotch. Her tights felt like a second skin, and I slid my middle finger between her lips, outside the material.
She leaned back into me and squirmed against my finger. “Mmmm, that feels good,” she moaned. I dug a little deeper, knowing her clit would swell from the pressure of my hand on it. She began to move her pelvis, unable to stop the sensations that she was already receiving. “I need to… well, you know,” she breathed.
“You need to get on this bed with me and let me lick you right… here.” I upped the motions of my finger, feeling how wet her yoga pants were getting.
“Ahhhhhh, fuck yes!” she gasped.
I turned her to the bed and walked her to the edge of the mattress. “Oh, that’ll be next,” I said. I lowered her to the bed on her tummy. She crawled forward, giving me room behind and between her legs. I kissed her ass. Literally, placing kisses up one cheek and down the other. I heard her moan again.
“God, Brian…” she moaned softly as I hooked the material at the waistband, “that feels so…” She raised her hips. The stretchy material slithered down over her narrow hips as I pulled, exposing her bare ass cheeks. I kissed them again, this time tasting the faint aroma of the soap she had used on those tight little globes.
I then moved to the center, nuzzling my nose between her thighs. She raised her hips. I pulled the tights down her thighs, past her knees, and she pulled her foot forward. I left them hanging off one ankle, gripped her thighs and she spread her legs automatically, anticipating my mouth again.
I didn’t disappoint her. As I lapped at her ass she raised her hips even more, drawing herself on her knees as high as she could. I heard her sigh.
I was sure she’d never had her ass eaten out. It had a slight musk, and left a tangy, acrid sensation on the tip of my tongue, but that was only for a second. When I zoned in on her little rosebud, she shuddered. Her knees came forward as she tried to get her ass higher into the air. “Oh, godddd,” she moaned. I licked all around her asshole, making the whole area wet, then I slid my hand over and pressed my thumb against the puckered skin.
“Relax for me,” I told her. It took a few seconds, but I felt her give. My thumb tip pressed inside immediately, and she gasped. Meanwhile I had begun licking her cunt, and she was working her hips against my mouth. With my other hand, I found her clit and begun to coax it from its hood. It was swelling nicely. She needed lube in her ass, though. I had already thought of that, and pulled the tube of Analeez from my pocket. When I squeezed it onto the puckered entrance she moaned loudly and squirmed sideways, as if to get away, but it was only instinct, I knew.
“Shhhhh, easy,” I coached her, and resumed my oral assault on her.
She was shaking, and I knew from the way her pussy began to spasm against my tongue that she was climaxing. Then I heard her.
“Nnnnnngghhh,” she groaned, her face half-buried in the sheets. She began to utter words I couldn’t understand as her climax climbed. Slowly, her knees began to slide outward on the slick sheets and she finally collapsed onto the top of the bed. I had to surrender her pussy, but I kept my thumb at her asshole, working the lube in; steadily pressing as her ass ate more and more of it. That drove her climax on as she became more and more focused on what was happening back there.
She was chanting, “ogod! ogod! ogod! ogod!” her body squirming as I replaced my thumb with two fingers. At that point I rose up and began to fumble my belt open and to work my zipper down. I wanted to penetrate her while she was still cumming. She was wet enough, I knew; her little pussy steadily dripping. I worked my fingers deeper yet, still fumbling my cock out of my pants. It was a delicate dance, trying to keep her cumming as I leaned over her. My cock was as hard as it’s ever been.
I lined my cock up with her pussy and eased the head in. At the same time I pulled my fingers from her ass, noticing how it stayed open. I drove forward with my hips. Kacey was always tight, but sopping wet, and I went deep. She went into overdrive.
“Ogod, ogod!” she yelled, working herself back onto my cock as I began to fuck her. She was incredibly tight, and I felt like my cock was even bigger than it was as I plundered her sweet pussy, my hips smacking against her tight ass cheeks. She began to climax again, or continued the one I had started in her. She kept wailing as I flat-fucked her as hard and fast as I could.
I didn’t last long, less than 5 minutes. Suddenly I knew I couldn’t hold out, and drove in to my balls and loosed my first torrent of semen. She felt it and gripped me even tighter, so that I couldn’t even thrust. I simply let my balls empty themselves inside her.
A while later I pulled myself off her back. We were both sticky with sweat. I rolled over and found her lips as she turned her face to me. We kissed for a long time, all tongues and hurried breaths as we expressed our feelings to one another. Finally she whispered to me, “Do you like it?”
That kind of caught me by surprise, because I thought I had pretty well expressed that. She saw the puzzlement on my face and chuckled.
“I guess you didn’t really have time to notice, did you?” She worked over onto her hip facing me and nodded her head, directing my gaze down as she raised her leg.
It hit me like a thunderbolt. She had shaved herself! I had been so focused on making her cum I hadn’t even noticed. I looked into her eyes and smiled. “You didn’t!” I said, and she giggled.
“I did! For you!”
I kissed her again, running my fingers through her wet pussy lips. My cum was streaming out, now. She began to move her pelvis in sync with my fondling. I slid two fingers inside her and started to frig her faster and faster. She arched her back. Getting to watch her like this was hot as hell! My fingers were making sloppy sounds as they machined in and out of her used cunt, and she began to breathe really fast. I knew she was going to cum again.
“C’mon, Kacey. Give it to me,” I urged, and she let herself go, thrusting her lower body at my hand, begging me with her motions. I put my thumb on her clit, and that did it. With just a little pressure she went over the top, arcing her back until she was bent almost backwards. She let go with a loud squeal that lasted for at least 10 seconds. I frigged her a few more times and then pulled my fingers free of her clenching pussy. She flopped onto her back, still spasming, and lay there panting until she got her breath back. I wiped my fingers across her mouth and cheek.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, and lay with her mouth open.
She was spent after cumming twice in such a short period of time, but I had other plans for her. I was hard again after watching her cum. I tugged her sweatshirt up under her arms and she raised her hands obediently. I pulled it off and threw it on the floor. As I did, I noticed we had visitors outside. A middle-aged couple were standing way off to the side, staring in through the glass slider. When I looked their way, they both stepped back, but I knew they had been watching us, and I didn’t care.
“Kacey,” I said, leaning over to kiss her, “have you ever done it in your butt?”
After our mouths separated she looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. “No, but if you want to…” She was completely naked now, and kicked the leggings off her one ankle. She turned away from me, on her tummy. “Do me. Do anything, anything you want, Brian.”
I wasn’t going to get a better offer than that, so I got my pants and boxers all the way off and got behind her. Reaching around, I pulled two pillows and slid one under her belly. She rose up and I placed the other one on top of the first. Now her skinny ass was in the air, ready for me. As I pulled my shirt off I glanced towards the slider, and could just see the man. I was sure they had a full view of Kacey from where they stood. The thought turned me on even more, as I imagined the scene through their eyes. A graying old retiree and a young slim girl, going at it? It was like porn, only real!
I slid my fingers into Kacey’s gooey cunt, gathering our juices and coating my throbbing dick, then smeared more of the lube on her butthole and pressed again. My finger popped right in. I massaged her a little bit, noticing that she was moving her pelvis again. I told her to push against my finger, granting me more access. A second finger; a third followed, then I knew she was ready.
It hurt. She tried not to show it, but as the head of my cock popped past her sphincter, she gasped and began to breathe hard through her nose. She dropped her head to the sheets as I waited for her to get used to me. I gave her a half minute, as I slowly, steadily pressed forward, and then she relaxed and I went in another inch. She groaned.
“Easy, baby,” I tried to soothe her. “I won’t hurt you, just relax for me again.”
She did, and I gained another inch, then another, until my pubic bone was against her ass. I held there, and I could feel her pussy contracting beneath the hole I was in. She began to move. Slowly at first, and I moved with her. Then I began to stroke and she stopped, finally allowing me to set the pace.
I didn’t think I would last long in that tightness, but having already cum once, I managed to hold off. Before long I had my hands on her hips, fucking her hard and fast. She climaxed again; I could tell by the way her ass clenched my cock, in waves as the pleasure overcame her. I slowed my pace, prolonging her ass-gasm until she was out of breath and slumped over the pillows. Then I began to drill her ass again. I came within another few minutes. She took my cum deep in her bowels, not resisting at all. I thought she may have passed out, but as I ran my hands up her sides she let out a long breath. I pulled out and took the pillows out from under her, then lay beside her again. Her face was towards me, a dreamy look on it.
“You did great,” I told her, and she smiled grimly.
“I liked it,” she said, “it hurt but I liked it.” We kissed again. I remembered our voyeurs, and considered telling Kacey, but I didn’t want to spoil the mood, so I lay next to her and rubbed her back for quite a while. She dozed off, but woke up when I kissed her again.
“You want to go down to the beach?” I asked her, and she shook her head.
“Maybe do that again, now that I’m rested?” She grinned.
I thought, she’s becoming my slut. The thought made me grin back at her. Ten minutes later she was playing with my cock, trying to get it hard again. I knew my limitations; it wasn’t going to happen for at least another hour, I figured.
“Kacey, I need some time,” I said.
“I need some dick,” she said and laughed. She worked her way down and began licking it, cleaning me off, even though it had been in her ass. She was incorrigible!
I laughed and pulled her up, kissed her and said, “Get your suit on; let’s go down to the ocean.”
She scooted into the bathroom to clean up. When she came out, I just about choked. She had a tiny blue bikini on, that if it didn’t make me hard right away, sure got me thinking about it again. She’s pretty skinny with small tits, as I’ve stated, but nobody could look away from her in that! She asked if it was okay, and I pulled her into my arms.
“Holy shit, I guess!” I was glad we were at the south end of the beach, on a fairly deserted section of beach. Walking down to the water through the dunes, I held her hand like a teenage boyfriend, and I could tell she liked that. We went out into the water, just waist deep, and I tried to show her how to catch a wave.
“Uhm, I’m good,” she said, and watched me body-surf a two-foot wave into the beach. On the way back out, I looked at her and felt that tingle again. When I got to her, I wrapped my arms around her from behind. My cock was getting hard again. I kissed her neck and ran one hand over her belly and into her bikini bottoms, a movement that was temporarily hidden by the waves. She squirmed back into me.
“Mmmmmm,” I heard her mutter, as she felt my cock nestling into her ass crack. “Something’s stirring,” she joked. She reached behind her and grabbed me through my suit, and I hardened more.
“Let’s go a little deeper,” I said, and pulled her backwards into the incoming waves. Once it was well over my waist I slipped her suit bottom halfway down her legs and pushed my cock between her thighs. She rode it as I stroked straight through her thighs, just under her bare pussy. After a few strokes I held her waist with both hands and aimed myself upward slightly, slipping inside her easily.
“Oh, fuckkkkk,” she moaned. Her arms came over her head and she reached for my head, nuzzling back into me.
“Just let the waves do their thing,” I told her. Just as I said it, the force of a wave against my lower back thrust me forward, driving my cock in roughly. She groaned, but planted her feet in the shifting sand beneath the waves. She even thrust back against me. Then we heard the long whistle.
She spotted the lifeguard, at least 200 yards up the beach, and laughed. “He’s whistling at us,” she laughed.
“Let him.”
I wasn’t about to stop now, I wanted to fuck her again so badly! I thrust between waves, churning up the water. I glanced up the beach as Kacey waved at the lifeguard, who was standing up on his tower. He stopped whistling and I saw him reach for his binoculars. I continued to fuck her, hard. She went weightless a couple of times as the water lifted her, but I hung onto her waist, determined to finish. I felt her climax; I could tell by the way her hands tightened around my head and she threw her head back onto my shoulder. I heard her go, “Ahhhhhhhh” and she arched into me. That was enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I shot a load of semen into her wonderfully wet cunt. I heard, almost like a dream, the long shrill whistle up the beach. He knew.
We got back to the motel, showered together and got dressed. Luckily, they provided a blow-drier, so we both looked almost as we did when we got there – though I suspected she still had some salt water in certain places! I got her back to her neighborhood, dropped her off a half block from her house, and left it to her to explain to her parents why she was so late getting home. As for me, I had told my wife I was going to be at a friend’s house, and she never called me on my cell phone. I had gotten to fuck Kacey three times, and was home in time for dinner!
The next day at work, Kacey slipped me a note. I read it in the restroom. It said, “I loved loved LOVED yesterday! I want to do ANYTHING you want. From now on don’t even ask me. I’m you slut!” She drew a couple of hearts below that, with lightning bolts through them.
We didn’t get to fuck that afternoon because she worked until 5:00, but I made a decision. I was going to push the envelope with her. She truly wanted to be my slut, and I was beginning to form a plan.