by Amy Brent
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My father’s name was Percy Hall. He was a forty-two-year-old English teacher when he knocked up my mom when she was just sixteen. Mom said that back then, he was handsome, funny, flirty, and the object of every teenage girl’s desire. Ironically, Mr. Hall—Pervy Hall the kids called him then—was my English teacher in the tenth grade. I had no idea at the time he was my dad. I just thought he was this creepy old guy who had a reputation of eyeing the young girls, hence his nickname Pervy.
My mom just told me last year who my father really was (she claimed she didn’t know who my father was before that) and I learned everything there was to know about Percy Hall, thanks to Ryder’s ability to do deep background checks through his job at Blackwell Security. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to really meet my father, but I wanted to know all about him, just in case, as Ryder said, “There were skeletons rattling around his closet we didn’t know about.”
Percy Allen Hall was now sixty-two-years old and about to retire after forty years of teaching. He lived alone in a tiny house, had never married, never had children, and had never broken the law or done anything even remotely over the line, other than sleeping with my mother when she was just sixteen. None of us could really slam him too hard for that. I was nineteen and Ryder was thirty-two when we first had sex. My mom admitted that she had initiated the sex, seducing him in his classroom one day after school, and given that she was hot as fuck when she was sixteen and a raging nympho, I really couldn’t blame Mr. Hall for jumping at the chance to fuck her.
“You’re sure about this,” Ryder asked just before opening the door.
“I’m sure,” I said, holding my sleeping daughter close to my chest.
Mom and Ryder exchanged a quick glance, then Ryder opened the door and let my father in. I had not seen Percy Hall in four or five years. I remembered a creepy old guy who wore short-sleeved white shirts and bad ties who lurked in the hallways ogling the young girls’ asses as they walked by. When he came through the door I realized my recollection of him as the pervy old teacher was not accurate. He was nothing like I remembered. I guess I had seen him through the eyes of a judgmental, gossipy teenager and formed memories as such. Now that I was an adult, I could see him for the man he truly was. I must tell you, that realization was like a weight being lifted off my chest.
The man who walked through the door was still handsome, though his once black hair was now totally gray and receding high on his forehead, and little lines webbed from the corners of his eyes and mouth. Mom said he was a track star in college. He was still lean for his age, though he had a bit of a belly spilling over his belt. He was wearing khakis that were a little too short and a short-sleeved white shirt and loud tie. I smiled. Some things were just as I remembered, after all.
“Lolita, this is your father,” mom said, holding out her hands like a Price is Right model. She put a hand on his arm and softened her voice. “Percy, this is your daughter and granddaughter, Lolita and April.”
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Mom and Ryder stepped out of the room. Percy—Dad— pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed with his hands in his lap. He had a cautious look on his face, like he wasn’t quite sure what he had gotten himself into.
“Do you remember me?” I asked, rocking gently to keep April asleep. “You were my English teacher in the tenth grade.”
“Honestly, not really,” he said quietly. “I’ve had a lot of students over the years. I mostly remember the bad ones because the good ones didn’t require much attention. I guess you were one of the good ones.”
“I got an A,” I said.
That made him smile proudly. He had a nice face, not creepy at all. We would have to work on his fashion sense, but there would be plenty of time for that… maybe.
He said, “That’s what I figured when your mom told me you were in my class. I’m afraid teaching has become a bit like an assembly line. You do the best you can, hope the kids learn something along the way, and move them on down the line.”
“Did you know the kids called you Pervy Hall?” I asked without really meaning to. I gave him a tentative smile, hoping he’d take it as a joke.
“I know,” he said, nodding, rolling his eyes. “With a name like Percy, it’s to be expected.” He sighed through a sad smile. “If my name had been Robert or John or even Edgar, maybe the kids would have come up with a nickname that wasn’t so degrading. Thank god the school administrators never took it seriously. That kind of thing can end a career.”
“I know,” I said, guilt chewing its way through my conscience. “I’m really sorry. Kids can be so mean. I know. I was one not that long ago.”
“Ah, it could have been much worse,” he said with a dismissive wave. “They called Eddie Filo, the math teacher, Pediphilo for years. And Harry Cochran, the girls’ softball coach was… well… you know.”
“Yes, I remember Coach Hairy Cock,” I said with a grin. “So, I guess Pervy Hall wasn’t so bad, after all.”
“It could have been worse,” he said.
I nodded at the sleeping baby in my arms. “Would you like to meet your granddaughter?”
Percy’s face lit up when he looked at the baby who was sleeping peacefully against my chest. He reached out to touch her little hand. Her tiny fingers instinctively wrapped around his finger. I watched his eyes fill with tears.
“I wish I’d known about you,” he said quietly, gently pulling his hand back and taking a deep breath. “I never had kids, I mean, other than you. I always thought it would be nice to be someone’s dad.”
“Why did you never get married?” I asked, sticking my nose right in again. Did you know they called you Pervy Hall? Why didn’t you ever get married? Are you gay or just hard to live with? Blah blah blah… Screw it, we had twenty years to make up for. There wasn’t time for beating around the bush.
“I guess I just never met the right person,” he said with a long sigh. He fingered his loud, ugly tie and looked away. “I mean, I dated some nice women over the years, but nothing long-term ever came of it. I was engaged once, in my twenties, to a woman named Carla, but it didn’t work out.”
“Why didn’t it work out?”
His shoulders slowly rose and fell. “I was just starting out as a teacher here in Arlington and she was finishing med school at Johns Hopkins in Maryland. We were together for nearly three years and engaged for six months, but when she graduated med school she broke it off. I think her parents were pushing her to marry someone more equal to her stature in life. Her dad was a rich doctor and never really liked me much.” He gave me a sad look. “I think she wanted to be married to something more than a simple high school English teacher. She wanted me to get my Ph.D. and teach college, which I wasn’t really interested in doing. So…”
“Carla sounds like a real bitch,” I said. I felt myself getting pissed at this woman I’d never met on his behalf. How dare she do that to my dad?
He shrugged again. “Yeah, I guess. It was probably for the best. To be perfectly honest, I’m a bit of a recluse. I’m not really that comfortable around people.” He bowed his head and stared at his hands in his lap. “But if I’d known about you, well, things might have been different.”
“There’s still plenty of time to be a dad,” I said, holding out my hand to him. He blinked at my hand for a moment, then slowly set his hand in mine. “I mean, this whole parenting thing is new to me, too. Maybe we can learn together.”
“I’d like that,” he said, squeezing my hand as tears flowed down his cheeks. “I’d like that a lot.”
BONUS SEX SCENE: RYDER
Lolita was lying on the bed waiting for me with a dreamy look in her eyes when I came into her bedroom. The small room was decorated in hues of pink and green, from the curtains to the bedding, with a variety of stuffed animals tossed about and posters of Bruno Mars and Katy Perry on the wall, all a reflection of the young teenager she was not so long ago. Now, lying before me, was a woman, not a girl; a woman who was ready to make my fil
thy dreams come true.
Lolita had thrown back the comforter and tossed the decorative pillows to the floor, as if she thought they might get in the way of whatever it was we were about to do.
There were three small candles burning on the dresser, filling the room with the scents of cinnamon and lilac. The shade was pulled down to block out the midday sun. There was soft music coming from an iPhone dock on the nightstand. I recognized the silky voice of George Michael in his youth. The Faith album. I wondered if Lolita had chosen this music because of my age. I certainly wouldn’t recognize any of the music she listened to these days, that was for sure.
I stood at the foot of the bed, smiling down at her as I stripped off my clothes. She lay on her back with her knees up and spread, showing me her perfect, pink pussy, rubbing her big tits, watching me, smiling as my cock sprang from my jeans. I was already rock hard. Just knowing that she was waiting for me caused the blood to rush to my cock. I could feel my heart beating along veiny shaft.
“Come to me, my filthy SEAL,” she said, stretching out her arms, wiggling her fingers. “Bring your sweet lips and big cock to Lolita.”
“Soon,” I said with a devious smile. “First, I want to taste your sweet, young pussy on my lips.” Rather than crawling onto the bed with her, I slid my hands under her knees and pulled her ass toward the foot of the bed to me.
She giggled and started to sit up, but I put my hands on her shoulders to gently push her back down. I got to my knees at the foot of the bed between her legs. I put a hand on each knee and spread her legs wide, exposing her beautiful, pink, wet pussy. Her pussy opened up to me like a morning flower, spreading its glistening petals to greet the warm morning sun. I licked my lips and thanked the filthy gods above and below for what I was about to receive. Sweet, young, nineteen-year-old pussy… all for me. My mouth watered at the sight her glistening pink passion. It was the most wondrous thing I’d ever seen.
Lolita closed her eyes and held her breath in anticipation of my tongue on her clit and inside her hole. I lowered my lips to plant little kisses on the insides of her thighs, just a hair’s breath away from her pussy lips, which moved slightly when she breathed like two beautiful gills. I nipped at her blonde cunt hair and slowly teased her pussy hole with my tongue. She tasted hot, salty, tangy. Her juices flowed over my tongue. I eagerly lapped them up and prodded for more. My hands slid up her lean, supple body. I squeezed her big tits and rolled her hard nipples under my thumbs. Lolita lifted her ass off the bed and moaned.
“Eat my pussy, Ryder,” she sighed. “Please… my pussy is on fire...”
I smiled at her dirty talk, so filthy and hot coming from such innocent lips. I fucking loved it. It made my cock even harder as it longed to slide into her sweet mouth and cunt. And later, her ass. No hole would go unexplored, not with Lolita.
I gently pressed my lips to her clit, which was long and thick and glistening with juices and spit. When I began to nibble at the skin covering her clit, every muscle in Lolita’s body tensed and she gasped for air.
“Fuck… Ryder… yes… suck my clit... god… I’m so… fucking… hot…”
“You’re on fire,” I said, blowing a playful breath across her pussy, as if I were cooling a steaming mug of the world’s best coffee or a piping hot bowl of delicious soup. It was a fitting analogy because I planned to devour her completely before this day was done.
I used two fingers to pull back her clit hood, exposing the little man in the boat hiding there. It glistened round and hard and pink and wet from her juices and my saliva. I slowly touched it with the tip of his tongue. Lolita’s body shuddered as a wave of ecstasy shot through her.
I teased her clit and pussy hole with my tongue for a moment, then lowered my lips to her clit and gently began to suck on the skin like a little cock. She took in a quick breath and rolled her head from side to side and moaned.
“Christ…” she moaned. “Nobody’s ever done that to me… ever… fuck… what have I been missing…”
I smiled with my lips on her clit. My eyes drifted up to her big titties, firm, large, with their dark areolas and nipples the size of gum drops. I kept sucking on her clit as I reached up to take Lolita’s hands and set them on her breasts.
“Play with your tits while I eat your pussy,” I said. Lolita grinned and began to roughly massage her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples until they turned deep red. She moaned at the wonderful pain and pushed her cunt to my lips.
I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and began licking the pungent juices that were flowing out of her hole like a warm stream. She tasted deliciously sweet and tangy on my tongue. I sucked down every drop like a man dying of thirst.
I stiffened my tongue and slowly slid it in and out of her pussy, tongue-fucking her hole until she moaned for me to shove in my cock instead. I wasn’t quite ready to do that, not just yet.
I replaced my tongue with two stiff fingers, sliding them in and out slowly, then gently rotating them back and forth until I felt her body tense. She was going to cum. I was going to make her cum. I kept the fingers going in and out and round and round and rolled her clit with my tongue. Seconds later, Lolita’s pussy literally gushed a wave of hot juices over my hand and face. I lapped it up like a kitten attacking a bowl of warm milk.
Lolita pulled at her nipples and lifted her ass off the bed, shoving her pussy toward my fingers and lips, moaning, begging me for more. I slid the two fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my mouth. My tongue probed deep insider her again, sucking her juices into my mouth, swallowing them and going back for more. As my mouth devoured her pussy I slid the tip of one of the sticky fingers slowly into her asshole.
Lolita let out a quick gasp as the finger slid into her ass up to the first knuckle, then in to the last. I fucked her pussy with my tongue and her ass with my finger until she exploded again, gushing salty cum into my mouth and over my chin. I was like drinking from a firehose.
My entire face was soaked now, but that didn’t stop me. That only made it that much hotter. I licked and sucked and fingered until Lolita begged me to stop. She was having orgasms in great waves. She would barely catch her breath from one orgasm before another hit, then another and another. I knew this girl had never cum so many times. She was nineteen and experienced, but she had never fucked a filthy SEAL before. I could take her to sexual heights she could only have imagined before.
I felt her fingers in my hair. I glanced up without pulling my mouth from her pussy.
“I want your cock inside me…” she said breathlessly, reaching for me, crooking her fingers. “Please… I can’t take it anymore… I want you to shove your long, hard cock in my pussy and pound me till I scream… please… Ryder… fuck me… fuck me hard now...”
I smiled, realizing that my cock was so hard it was about to burst. I had gotten so wrapped up in giving Lolita pleasure that I completely forgot about myself. My ten-inch cock was so hard it throbbed to the beat of my heart. I to go my feet and took it in my hand and stroked it for a moment as she watched. It seemed to grow even bigger in my hand. The head looked like a ripe plum, blood red and ready to pop.
“I want your cock in me now,” she ordered, licking her lips. She smiled at me and spread her legs wide. “Come on, you filthy SEAL, put your monster cock in my cunt.” She gave me a devilish grin. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I grinned at her and she shot me a playful look back. If it was a good hard fucking she wanted, it was a good hard fucking she’d get. I climbed onto the bed, bracing myself on my stiff arms, and lowered myself on to her. She held my throbbing cock in her hand and guided the head toward her pussy hole. I pressed the head of my cock to her opening and felt her hold her breath as her pussy lips opened up to let me in.
“Slowly now,” she sighed. “Slowly… then… faster…”
I was more than happy to let her set the pace. With her hand on the shaft, she pulled me inside her an inch at a time. She was so wet that, despite the size of my c
ock, I slid easily into her tight pussy.
When I felt the tip of my cock hit the back wall of her vagina, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around me. “Now,” she sighed, taking her hand from my cock and moving both hands to her breasts. She squeezed her nipples and moaned. “Now… fuck me…”
Her pussy was the tightest I’d ever shoved my big cock into, and my cock has been in a lot of pussies. She was just nineteen and tight as a mother fucking drum. I could feel her pussy walls suctioning to me, rippling against my shaft, milking me like a machine. It was the most amazing feeling. It was a ride that I would quickly want to get back on once it was over.
I braced myself on my arms and closed my eyes. I started moving my hips back and forth, sliding the shaft slowly in and out of her gushing cunt. I could hear my balls slapping against her ass.
I withdrew my cock almost to the head, then slid back in slowly until I hit her inner wall, then I’d do it over again. Lolita moaned beneath me and tossed her head from side to side.
“Faster… Ryder… faster… now,” she said, teeth gritted, eyes closed. “Fuck me faster… fucking… fuck... me… hard…”
I lifted her legs and clutched them against my chest as I steadily increased the pace of my thrusts until I was jackhammering in and out of her as hard as I could without hurting her or throwing out my back.
She pointed her toes toward the ceiling and closed her eyes. She was being hit again by wave after wave of orgasms. I’d never seen a girl cum so much in such a short amount of time. Ah, to be nineteen again…
