by Amy Brent
“Does it matter?” I asked. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and panties and pushed them down my legs. My pubes were blonde and curly and freshly trimmed. The little hairs lining the sides of my cunt were soaked with my juices. I spread my legs and used my fingers to pull back my pubes so Jerry could see my pink virgin pussy.
“Lolita… I… I mean…”
“Don’t you want to taste my pussy, Jerry?” I asked, smiling as I massaged my swollen clit. “I want you to taste me. I want to feel your tongue and your cock deep inside me.”
Jerry glanced at the front door again. I could tell what he was thinking. This is not a good idea, but fuck…
I came around the bar and held out my arms as Jerry slid off the stool. I looked down at the front of his pants. He had a huge boner pushing against his khakis. I smiled as the breath shuddered out of me. I was about to lose my virginity with a man more than twice my age with a huge cock. I could barely contain myself.
I slid into Jerry’s arms with my head back and mouth open. When he kissed me, I felt the heat of his tongue all the way down to my toes. I’d been kissed before, mostly by a boy named Kevin Feeney that I fooled around with sometimes, but Kevin did not kiss like Jerry. Kevin kissed like a shark biting into a surf board. Jerry’s kiss was soft and warm, his tongue swirled around my lips and slid into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue and moaned.
Jerry’s strong hands slid around my waist, then down my back to my ass. He gave my ass a hard squeeze, then picked me up like a ragdoll. I put my legs around his waist and whispered in his ear. “Take me in the bedroom and fuck me, Jerry. I want you to fuck me till I scream for you to stop.”
Without saying a word, he carried me into my bedroom and tossed me on the bed, then practically ripped open his pants to free his swollen cock. He pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. He didn’t even bother to take off his shirt or work boots.
His cock was long and thick and dark brown, hence my mom’s summer sausage remark. It stuck out from a thick patch of black curls like a veiny tree branch. The head was crimson and swollen, like a balloon twisted to the point of popping. I wanted to touch it, to hold it in my hand, to milk it with my fingers, to put it in my mouth. But Jerry had other ideas that didn’t involve hours of exploration and foreplay and romance that I had always dreamed would preclude my first lover shoving his cock inside me.
He just pushed me back on the bed and put his rough hands on my knees and pushed them apart. He hooked his hands under my knees and practically dragged me to him. Before I could tell him to be gentle with me, he pushed the head of his cock against my hole and jerked me onto him, impaling my pussy without giving me time to even prepare. When his cock split my hymen, I screamed at the top of my lungs. Jerry didn’t even seem to notice. He seemed to be in a daze. He dug his fingers into my hips and started pummeling into me, pulling nearly all the way out, then thrusting back in until the tip of his cock hit my cervix. Mama was right. The pain was excruciating. Then it wasn’t. Pleasure slowly overtook the pain, even as I was being hammered so hard the entire bed beneath me shook.
Sadly, I started to realize that my first time was not going to be the fairy tale romance that I had always dreamt that it would be. But it was a good fucking, nonetheless. A rough, hard, frantic, thorough fucking. It took less than a minute for Jerry to cum. I remembered staring up at his face, all red and sweaty, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hanging open.
“Fuck…” he muttered. “Goddamn… Fuck…”
I could feel him tensing up. His fingers were like vices, holding me tight as his big cock slammed into me over and over. Then I felt my own orgasm building deep within my cunt. I put my hands to my tits and squeezed them hard as the fire began to burn its way through my body. Christ, it was not romantic in the least, but it felt fucking amazing. I pushed my pussy toward him and moaned each time his cock rammed inside me. I could feel him in my chest, in my throat, in my temples. When he started to growl like an animal, I pointed my toes and tensed my muscles and gushed juices over him like a geyser. He scrunched up his face and groaned. His body tensed for a moment, then jerked as the orgasm rolled to completion. He exhaled loudly, still holding me against him.
“Jerry?” I asked tentatively. I was a little worried by the look on his face. I’d never seen a man cum in person before. Jerry’s face was purple and sweaty. He looked like he was having a heart attack. “Are you okay?”
My words seemed to jar him awake. His eyes fluttered like a slot machine and he let go of my legs. His cock slid out of me and he stumbled back with his pants around his knees. He tried to say something, but it came out as gibberish.
“Uh… I… um…” He quickly pulled up his pants and tucked his sticky, flaccid cock inside as he stumbled from the room. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him go. It was the first time in my life I realized how fucking weird men are. You give them what they want and rather than take their time and treat you like a lady, they fuck you quick and get the hell out. Son of a bitch…
I lay there on the bed as Jerry’s seed oozed out of me. My diary was in the nightstand drawer. I hurriedly pulled it out and wrote down what had happened in vivid detail. Looking back now, I was lucky he didn’t knock me up. That would have been ironic, repeating my mother’s mistake of getting pregnant at sixteen by a guy I’d never see again. That would have really been a Dr. Phil moment.
I remember a sense of panic setting in after the glow faded. I put away the diary and hurried into the shower and took the handheld shower head and washed Jerry’s sticky seed out of my cunt as best as I could. My mom kept a supply of douches under the bathroom sink. I used one to rinse myself out, then lathered up and hit it with the spray head again. I told my mom when she finally came home the next day that I wanted to go on birth control.
She didn’t even bat an eye.
I was on the pill by the next week.
And to my knowledge, neither of us ever heard from Jerry again.
* * *
When I wasn’t waiting tables at Applebee’s on the weekends or taking accounting courses at the local community college during the week, I spent most of my time in the summer floating on an inflatable raft in the pool in our backyard, letting the sun streak my blonde hair and bake my skin to a golden brown. We were one of the few houses in the neighborhood that had a pool, and we would not have had one if it hadn’t been for mom’s Pussy Power.
One of her boyfriends, Bob or Rob or Roy, I think it was, was a pool contractor and they dated long enough for him to install the pool in the off-season when his crew wasn’t busy. Mom said he just wanted to see both of us in bikinis and the cost of doing so was installing the pool, even though it took up most of the yard. She broke up with him a week after the pool was finished so he never got to see us in our bikinis, which I’m sure was mom’s plan all along.
School was on summer break, so I had been lounging in the pool most of the day. My body was hot and oily to the touch, my skin glowed reddish brown. I was standing at the kitchen sink in my string bikini on the very spot where I had stripped off my clothes to seduce Jerry three years before. I thought about him sometimes when I was alone in the kitchen. It was almost like I could feel his eyes on my body and hear his breath in my ear. Just thinking about him got me all hot and bothered sometimes. I wondered what he was doing and if he was happy. Silly, really, how you sometimes thought of your first lover even if the lovemaking wasn’t what you expected it to be.
As I was filling a plastic bottle with ice water I heard mom’s car pull into the carport on the side of the house. I finished filling the bottle and screwed on the top just as she came through the side door.
At just thirty-eight years old, mom was still a knockout. She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her tanned, killer legs, a red blouse with short sleeves, and four inch heels. Her blonde hair was blown out and her makeup was perfect. She looked like she was getting ready to go clubbing rather than a legal secretary on her lunch br
eak.
“Hey, what are you doing home?” I asked as she breezed into the kitchen and dropped her purse and keys on the counter. She tugged the bottle of ice water from my hand and unscrewed the top.
“I’m running errands for Ralph,” she said with the bottle at her lips. She took a long drink and sighed. “It’s so fucking hot. My bra is soaked. I came home to change.”
“Why doesn’t Ralph buy you a car with an air conditioner that works?” I asked, holding out my hand so she could give me the water bottle back.
“Ralph is my boss, honey, not my sugar daddy,” she said as she unbuttoned the blouse and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. She was wearing my bra, the black one with the extra padding, as if she needed it. Her tits were bigger than mine and just as firm. Sweat dotted her chest and cleavage. She picked up a roll of paper towels from the bar and swirled a few sheets around her hand and mopped her chest and neck with it.
“You’re fucking him, so he needs to buy you a car,” I said, rolling my eyes at her. “It’s the least he can do.”
“Sweetie, you have no idea how things work in the real world,” she said with a heavy sigh as she swiped her armpits with the paper towels. She tossed the paper towels in the trash can by the door and picked up her blouse. She started toward the hallway door, then turned around and held out her hand.
“Oh, have you heard what happened to the woman next door?”
I frowned at her. “No. What woman next door?”
“Bethany Ryder, the woman right next door,” she said, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder. “The one with the cute little boy you used to babysit and the hunky husband that’s in the Navy or something?”
“Yeah? Cody is the little boy,” I said, trying to remember the last time I’d seen him. It had been a while, even though he lived right next door. He was probably four or five now, a cute little blond with big blue eyes. I babysat him when he was just a toddler, whenever his mom needed a break because his dad was never around. Mom was right, the dad was hunky and hot as hell, though I probably hadn’t seen him in couple of years. They were a quiet couple and pretty much kept to themselves.
I said, “I think Ben is her husband’s name. He’s a Navy SEAL, I think. What about her?”
Mom put a hand over her heart and gave me a sad look. She always had a flair for the dramatic. “She was in a terrible car wreck last night.”
“Wow, that’s awful,” I said as a feeling of dread worked its way up my spine. “Is she okay?”
“No, honey, she was killed,” mom said sadly, looking like she was about to cry, even though she probably hadn’t said three words to the woman in the entire three or four years they’d lived next door. “Mrs. Crown across the street said she hit a tree or something last night in that rain storm.” She glanced at her watch. Her sad expression immediately went away. “Shit, I gotta go. Ralph’s waiting on me at the courthouse.”
Before I could ask anything more, she headed down the hallway toward her bedroom, tugging off the bra and mopping sweat from beneath her bouncing boobs as she went.
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A SEAL’s life is tough.
I’m a single dad now and have to leave the tragedy in the past.
The hot nineteen-year-old next door is just what I need.
I know. It’s wrong. It’s filthy.
But I need filthy.
What a homecoming!
My wife died carrying another man’s baby. Now I have no f*ckin’ idea how I am going to raise my little boy all on my own.
And then, I meet Lolita, the hot nineteen-year-old s*x kitten next door.
She’s alone in her backyard pool, floating naked on a raft with her fingers busy between her legs.
She knows I’m watching her, my hand in rhythm with hers.
Her beautiful tanned skin, her gorgeous face, the blonde curls between her legs…
F*ck, I think I’m gonna die if I don’t get her in my bed soon.
She’s proving to be a pleasant distraction at a time when I need it the most.
But I know I have to fight another battle – I am falling for this nineteen years old, and I am falling HARD!
She calls me her Filthy SEAL.
But now I want to ask her something.
Lolita, will you be my… dirty girl?
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Hot Deleted Kinky Scene from Filthy SEAL
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 filthy 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… suc
k 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.
