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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 13

Chapter 13 – Prepping

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 13

“I swear, Owen!” Audrey says, smiling. And after a short pause, “No! Honestly. I’m not… uhm… kidding you!”

I look at her and motion for her to hand me her phone. Audrey nods and says, “One sec. I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Hey, guys!” I say to the phone that Audrey holds in her hand.

“Hi, Mr. H,” both boys say simultaneously.

“Audrey is right. Mr. Lieberman green-lighted a project to do proper mood shots. He asked me to arrange everything. The reason we’re calling is that we wanted to ask you guys if you’re willing to do this shoot with us….” I say, smiling and knowing how much they want this.

“So you’re not shitting us?” Owen asks again.

“Swear to god!” I reply.

“Fuck me! Of course, we wanna do that!” he practically shouts.

“Hell yeah!” his brother adds.

“Great! I figured you would. But I have to talk to your mom and dad, of course. And I need formal permission, plus we need to talk about details. But she didn’t answer her phone. Can you ask her to call me?”

“She’s still at work,” Evan says. “But she’ll be home any minute now, and we’ll ask her,” Owen adds.

“Thanks! Mr. Lieberman said he was very impressed by you guys and Audrey.”

“This is SO Awesome!” Owen says, with an enthusiastic, “I can’t believe it!” from Evan in the background.

“Glad you’re excited. So are we!” Audrey says.

“Okay, boys. Gotta go! Talk to you later,” I say.

“Later, Mr. H. Later, Audrey!”

I gulp down the whiskey that’s left in my glass and smile at Audrey. She smiles and just nods. So I walk over to the liquor cabinet and pour two glasses. The moment I hand Audrey her glass, my phone rings. I look at it and see Miranda is calling.

“That’s quick!” Audrey says as she looks at the display.

I pick it up, and it’s immediately clear she’s just as excited about this trip as her sons. So we quickly agree she should come over to arrange the details. We compare schedules, and we agree on ten a.m. the following day. Both Audrey and the twins will be at school, but since we’re going to be discussing the boring things like costs, legal responsibilities and stuff, we figure we might as well do it without the kids.

After the call, I feel the need to celebrate. So I pour myself another glass and add a little more to Audrey’s. Then, as we sit down on the couch, I hold up my glass and say, ”Cheers! Here’s to Mr. Lieberman.”

“Cheers!” Audrey smiles and empties her glass in one big gulp.

“Careful there, Lil’ Bit!” I say, already feeling the effects of the first two glasses myself.

We watch some TV and chat a little about how exciting it all is. Audrey cuddles up to me during this chat, lays her head on my shoulder, and softly says, “I can’t wait to see Evan and Owen again. Their bodies are SO amazing.”

“Same here. Their tight abs and pecks, the cute asses… Even their dicks look like…” I hear myself say with a slight slur and immediately know I should stop here. “I mean…” I try.

“Haha! You said it, I thought about it,” Audrey laughs, and I hear a bit of a slur coming from her too.

Audrey’s hand is currently on my upper leg, and I hear her sigh deeply. “Yeah… their penises are magnificent!”

After she says this, she snuggles up even closer, and slowly her hand moves up my legs, causing me to get hard in mere seconds. I guess the booze is doing its work because I don’t feel the need to stop her. The moment her hand touches my balls, she lifts her head and looks at me.

“Will you do more sex stuff with me, please?” she asks.

I know I really should say no. But her pleading eyes, hand on my balls, and sexy body, combined with the booze, cause me to say, “Sure, Lil’ Bit. What do you wanna do?”

“Uhh… I don’t know? Will you use your fingers on me again? That was fantastic! Or is there something else we can do?” she asks, as the inexperience is dripping from her face.

While her hand moves upward even further and is now firmly pressed against my boner, I think about what to do. I already decided for myself that I can’t fuck her. But there are a lot of different things I can show her and have fun while doing so.

“Come here,” I say and pull her gently on my lap.

Audrey gets the idea and straddles my waist while facing me. As I look at her horny face, I feel my dick twitch inside my pants, which causes Audrey to smile wickedly. Then, she presses her groin firmly against mine and moves her pelvis around.

“We can do this,” I whisper and gently take her face in my hands, look her deep into her eyes, and kiss her firmly on her lips.

I see her closing her eyes, and at that moment, I slip my tongue inside her mouth. The second I enter her mouth, her eyes fly open, and she opens her mouth too. At first, she starts Frenching me a bit clumsily, but after a few minutes into it, she catches on, and we’re in a full lip-lock with our tongues probing around furiously.

I slowly move my hands up and down her back, caressing her tenderly. But as she keeps pushing herself against my hard dick, I feel my horniness increase. So I move my hands down and start lifting her T-shirt. Audrey immediately catches on, breaks the kiss, and lifts her arms to help me take off her shirt. A little black bra covers her small breasts, and they look extremely inviting this close. So moments after I toss her shirt across the room, my hands start working on the hooks at her back. They come undone before I know it, and Audrey slides the straps from her shoulders. Once the pads fall away from her breasts, I’m treated with the glorious sight of two young boobs, with hard nipples proudly topping off her small areolas. I feel my mouth water and immediately close my mouth around her left nipple, sucking on it and feeling it stiffen even more under my lapping tongue.

“OHHH…” Audrey moans, and I can see her throwing her head back and feel her pushing her chest forward to meet my sucking mouth.

I move my hands down to cup her jeans-covered ass and grab it firmly, pressing her pussy even harder against my straining boner. I lick my way up from her tits, down her neck and earlobe, and end in her mouth, where we continue our Frenching.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I say hoarsely, tightening the grip on her ass, and we stand up.

The moment I’m on my feet, Audrey wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She licks my lips while looking me deep into my eyes. I can see horniness and complete trust in her eyes. That’s when I realize how privileged I am to assist this amazing girl down her path of sexual discovery. Despite my apprehension, I inwardly praise myself for helping her.

I know the way down the house quite well and can probably find my way around it blindfolded. But with a horny young girl rubbing against me and licking my neck and face, I need to find my bearings with my hands. As I reach the stairs, I look around her face to ensure we don’t fall. After about three steps, I’m confident we’ll make it upstairs. But then Audrey starts tugging at my shirt, which complicates things immensely. Before I reach the top, Audrey manages to take off my shirt and throws it down the stairs, and in my peripheral vision, I see the entrance to our bedroom.

She wraps her arms around my neck tightly again, and I can feel her hard nipples press against my bare chest. Audrey’s moan in my ear and pelvic pressure against me is a confirmation of how sexy this feeling is for her too.

I gently lay her down on the bed, but instead of lying down, she immediately sits up straight and starts working on my belt and zipper. Audrey clearly lacks experience in undressing someone else, so it takes a bit longer than usual. But I’m too horny to care, so I let her do her thing. After she’s done unbuttoning my fly, my jeans slide off my hips, so I step out of them and kick them aside. Audrey immediately starts tugging at my boxers, and the loud slap of my hard-on slapping against my belly causes both of us to smile.

After I step out of them too, and I’m naked in front of her with my dick at eye level, she looks at it, wraps her hand around it, and slowly starts jacking me. As she looks up, it’s immediately clear that she doesn’t have a clue what to do next. So I decide to take the lead and introduce her to something new.

I gently push her against her bare shoulders. Audrey gets what I mean, and she lies down on her back. I get down to my knees and rub my hands over her upper legs, looking up at her face, only mildly distracted by her hard nipples, partially blocking the view. I keep moving upward, and after I unbutton her jeans, I slip my fingers in the waistband of both her jeans and panties and start sliding them down.

Audrey lifts her butt from the bed, and before I know it, I’m looking at her sparse pubic hairs. Then, after her jeans come off, she kicks them aside, and I sit up straight. Her butt is still lying close to the edge of the bed, and my stiff dick is pointing upward and now very close to her pussy. I look at her, and she suddenly seems pretty nervous.

“Are you… are you going to put it inside?” she whispers.

I look down and realize how close I am to fucking her and why she’s so nervous all of a sudden. So I shake my head and look serious at her. “No, Lil’ Bit. I won’t do that. It’s too… I just can’t.” I stammer.

Looking relieved, she says, “I want to try that. And I want to do it with you! Just not yet, you know?”

“I know. And you should be proud of yourself for knowing what you want! No need to rush anything. But I do think you’ll like what I have in mind,” I say, smiling wickedly at her. “Move up, and make yourself comfortable.”

Audrey moves up on the bed and lays her head on the pillow. One of her hands is behind her head, and the look on her face is one of anticipation and plain lust. I let my eyes roam over her body once more, and her small breasts with pointy nipples, tight belly with starting sixpack look amazing. But when I look at her puffy pussy lips, covered with these sparse pubes, I feel my mouth water again. This is the moment I’ve anticipated for a while now. I move down and start kissing her on her left knee and slowly kiss a trail up her inner leg, ending just below her pussy.

As I come closer, I smell the intoxicating smell of young pussy again, and I plant a big, sloppy kiss on it. Her soft pubes are tickling my lips, and as I open my mouth to wrap my lips around hers, Audrey sucks in a deep breath. I lick with my tongue between her outer lips without any pressure. But this is enough for her juices to hit my tastebuds, and I decide to start eating her out properly. I apply a bit more pressure with my tongue, and the moment I do this, it slides between her lips a little bit.

“AHHH!!!” Audrey moans loudly and arches her back.

Since I’m just getting started, I smile inwardly about how much more new sensations she will experience. Then, I slowly move my tongue upward while maintaining the same depth. When I touch her clit, she moans loudly again, and I can feel a shiver go through her body. Next, I play with her clit a little by gently moving my tongue over it. Judging by how her pelvis is moving around, it’s an excellent way to get her cherry lubed up even more.

I start licking a bit more firmly now and feel her juices flowing quite seriously by now. I lap up as much as I can, which in turn gets me going. I stop focussing on just her clit, and start lapping from her entrance to her clit in long strokes with the entire width of my tongue pressed against her pussy. Her moans increase, and so do her juices, so I’m positive I’m doing the right thing.

I lay comfortably on the bed with my hard dick pressed against the mattress, enjoying every second of this. I figured I’d take my time for Audrey’s introduction to oral sex, but as she lays her hands on my head and starts grunting, “MMMHHH… Almost… AHHH!!” I realize she’s getting close to cumming already.

Most women I ate out in my life usually took a bit longer than this. But I guess her build-up tension of the day, combined with the first time someone is licking her down there, is enough trigger for her to cum quickly. So, way sooner than I anticipated, I bring my fingers into the action. I gently start probing around her entrance, giving her the illusion I’m about to enter her. I let my fingers and tongue work in unison for a few moments until I hear, “AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!” above me and her fingers gripping my hair. She starts pressing her pussy firmly against my face, but I managed to place my index finger against her entrance.

“AHH!!! AHH!!! AHH!!!”

Her moans are stronger now, and it’s clear she’s on the verge of cumming. And as I slowly enter her, her lower body stops moving entirely. My tongue is focussing on her clit again, and by now, her pussy is so wet that my entire chin is coated with her juices. I give my finger one final push, and I’m all the way inside her now. I rub the tip of my finger over the inner side of her love canal and feel her legs stiffen.

A few heartbeats later, her pussy starts contracting sharply around my finger, and her hands push my face firmly against her groin.

“OOHHH!!! AAAHHHH!!!!” Audrey moans, but I’m surprised about how she manages to keep the noise down.

I try my best to lap up as much of the pussy nectar she’s producing now, but this isn’t easy since I’m being pressed so tightly against her. I’m breathing through my nose, and all I can smell is that wonderful smell of her young pussy I’ve come to love so much. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I keep rubbing her insides with the tip of my finger, and I know this will prolong her orgasm. But breathing like this is getting harder and harder for me, and I have to pull back my head a bit. Despite her orgasmic high, Audrey releases her grip on my head. My tongue is only touching her clitoris lightly now, and I slow down the motion of my finger.

After a few minutes, I feel Audrey coming back again, as her body relaxes and she sighs deeply. I lift my face from her groin and look up at her. I immediately see why her moans were muffled. She’s still biting on the ball of her thumb. I don’t want her to feel uneasy, so I lick my lips and grab a bit of the blanket to wipe my face quickly before she sees my shiny face.

After another deep sigh, she opens her eyes, looks down at me, and smiles the most satisfied smile I have ever seen. I move up the bed and lie down next to her, looking her in her eyes with a big grin.

“That was AWESOME!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around my neck, and kissing me deeply while pressing her entire body against mine.

“Thanks! I knew you’d like it,” I smile.

I hold Audrey close as she gets her breath back. Then, after a few minutes, she looks up at me tentatively, “Was that a blowjob?” she asks.

“No. I went down on you or, as some people call it, I ate you out. Only a guy can get a blowjob. It’s when someone takes the penis in their mouth and…” I say with all the professionalism I can find.

But before I can finish my sentence, Audrey moves down on the bed and enthusiastically wraps her hand around my leaking dick. Then, she inches her head closer, moves my dick around, and examines it closely. I feel her hot breath on my shaft, causing tingles inside my balls already.

“And now what?” Audrey asks while looking at me expectantly and pressing my dick against her cheek.

“You… uhh… if you want to give me a blowjob, you just… uhh…” I hear myself stammer.

“Don’t be a wuss! Just tell me how I’m supposed to do it! I wanna return the favor, AND I wanna learn how to do it properly,” Audrey says, clearly amused by my apprehension.

“You… ahem! You can lick it like a popsicle. But you can also wrap your lips around it and bob your head up and down. And you can use your tongue to stimulate the glans, and you… AHHHH,” I say, interrupted by her tongue lapping up from my balls to the tip, just like you would lick a popsicle.

“Like this?” she asks innocently.

“Yeah! Like that. And watch the teeth! It’s very unpleasant when the teeth scrape over my dickhead or shaft,” I explain, figuring I might as well use words from a bit more dirty vocabulary.

“I’ll try,” she says and slips her lips around my glans and moves her head down over it.

I can feel she wrapped her lips over her teeth, which makes her mouth a tiny bit too tight for my grown dick. After a few seconds, she lifts her head and looks at me with a surprised look on her face. “It doesn’t taste bad! It’s more like skin. And I can taste your stuff again!”

“You want me to… AHHH YEAH!!! … warn you when I OOHHH… cum?” I ask as she’s going down on my dick again.

She just nods her head and is very focused on sucking me off. At first, she goes at it way too enthusiastically, and gags as my dick hits her tonsils. But after a few more rookie mistakes and a good laugh from both of us, I’m surprised at how fast she learns! I only have to give her a few more pointers, but other than that, she listens very carefully to my moans to find out which has the biggest effect on me. I quickly learn that this is an excellent way to steer her without words and that she’s a very eager and bright student.

One hand is cupping my balls, while the other is gripping my cock, so she can use a jerking motion each time her head moves up. When I was younger, the few girls that sucked me off got tired of it quickly and started complaining about their jaws. But those girls didn’t have the skillset or eagerness Audrey is showing. Those girls in my early years probably wouldn’t have gotten me off anyways. I know that now. But the way Audrey is sucking me… Oh boy!

I’m tapping into every technique I know to hold back on cumming. But because of the enthusiasm, combined with the taboo of being sucked by a preteen girl, I’m close to shooting my load already after just a few minutes of getting my dick sucked.

But the moment Audrey starts using her tongue furiously on my dickhead, I know I’m a goner. The tingle spreads in my balls faster than I’m used to, but I know I’ve still got time to warn her.

“OHHHH! Look out! I’m cumming!” I pant.

I expect Audrey to lift her head and only use her hand to jerk me. But instead, she starts doubling her efforts. Finally, unsure if she’s heard me but getting close to shooting, I almost scream, “I’m cumming! Look out!”

She must’ve heard this time, but instead of lifting, she keeps sucking and lapping. The tingle is in the bottom half of my dick now, and I feel the dam break. My balls pull up, and I feel my dick start kicking and blasting out my cum. During my cum, I sense that Audrey’s mouth is still around my dick, but her tongue work has stopped. I’m afraid she’s choking, but I’m too far gone now to do something about it.

After the peak of cum is gone, and I’m regaining my senses, I look down, worried about Audrey. But I quickly learn that I’ve got nothing to worry about. I see her swallowing, with my dick still deep in her mouth. This sight puts me at ease, and I let the good feelings retake control.

When Audrey lifts her head and lets my dick slip out of her mouth with a loud pop, I feel the cold hit it but also notice it’s clean. No traces of sticky cum hitting my pubes. However, the movement on the bed brings me back to reality, and the moment Audrey cuddles up to me again, I’m afraid the guilt will hit me.

But when I look at her, and I’m greeted with nothing but smiles, I know there’s nothing to be guilty about. Her hand wraps around my softening dick, and she says, “So that’s what giving a blowjob feels.”

“You sure this was your first one?” I smile.

“Yeah. Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Lil’ Bit! You were FUCKING amazing!” I chuckle, “It’s not easy to make me cum with a blowjob. But you managed on your first try. I’m VERY impressed!”

Audrey looks at me and is obviously checking if I’m making fun of her. But when she sees I’m not kidding, she starts blushing. “Really? Did I do it that well?”

“Oh yeah! And you listened to my responses to find out what worked. That’s something you can use all the time during sex to know what your partner likes and dislikes. But damn, girl! You’re good!”

“Thanks… And… uh… your… uhm… stuff tastes amazing,” she smirks and licks her lips to make a point.

“I thought you wouldn’t want me to cum in your mouth?”

“When I tasted your, what’s it called again? Freecum?”

“Precum”

“Right! When I tasted your precum, I liked it so much that I wanted more. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Lil’ Bit! Having sex is all about doing the things you and your partner like. And if you want to try something and it doesn’t hurt your partner, there’s no need to apologize!”

I can see her blush, and she suddenly blurts out, “I like to drink your cum, Scott! I want your cum in my mouth, taste it and swallow it!”

After realizing what she just said, she puts her hand in front of her mouth and starts blushing furiously.

“You go, girl!” I say with an overly gay accent and snapping my fingers. “Girl power!”

“Hahaha! I don’t know why I said that,” she says and starts yawning.

“I do. But let’s sleep, okay?” I say, feeling tired myself. “Busy day tomorrow.”

I click off the light, and I feel myself start drifting off already.

“Scott?” Audrey whispers.

“Yeah?” I reply.

“I really like doing sex stuff with you. Can we do more tomorrow?” and her hand grips my now soft dick firmly as she says this.

“I don’t see why not,” is my reply, still surprised by the lack of guilt I’m feeling.

* * *

After throwing her school bag in a corner and looking all expectantly, Audrey asks, “How was it?”

I explain to her that the meeting with Miranda took a turn I wasn’t expecting.

“We worked out the money and legal stuff rather quickly. But… they wanna come too,” I say.

“Huh!? What do you mean?”

“Miranda and Luke. They’re coming with us to the island.”

“Oh,” was all she said, but the disappointment was all over her face.

“Honestly, I can’t blame them. I wouldn’t send you to a faraway island with people that are basically strangers either.”

“I know. But I was kinda hoping it was just going to be the four of us again. You know? We had a lot of fun that weekend,” she pouts.

“I know, Lil’ Bit. Me too. Miranda said that it is not that she doesn’t trust me or anything, but she just thinks she needs to be there. She also mentioned that they haven’t been on holiday like this recently, and she thinks it’s a nice way to celebrate the acquisition of the new shops as a bonus.”

Audrey thinks for a second and then says, “Ah well…it is what it is. At least we’re going to the island.”

“That’s the spirit!” I smile.

“When are we going?”

“I made a lot of calls today. And it looks like we’re leaving next Sunday, so we’re there during your spring break. And… I managed to book us a condo right on the beach! It’s a two-bedroom cabin, with a living room and kitchen. I booked the one at the end of the row, the farthest from the beach entrance. That way, we’ll be disturbed the least when we want to do some shooting there.”

“Oh wow! On the beach?” Audrey says as her face lights up.

“Yeah. I’ve been there before with Glenn. Thankfully, the condos have been replaced by new ones because they really needed some fixing-up, but the location is unimaginably beautiful.”

“Oh! I’m SO excited!” Audrey exclaims as she bounces on her feet.

I laugh at her enthusiasm and give her a tight hug. “How about we go out and buy you a new swimsuit for the trip? We can’t use the pieces Mr. Lieberman wants us to wear for the shoot for our personal use, of course.”

“That’s a great idea! My current suit is getting a bit too small.”

And so, as we walk around our nearby mall, Audrey asks, “Is it okay if I buy a bikini?”

“Sure. I don’t see why not,” I reply, already creating a mental picture with her in it.

“I feel I’m getting a bit too old for a one-piece suit. And I like how you boys reacted to a bikini when I wore the one for the shoot.”

“I liked that too,” I chuckle.

“Here it is,” Audrey says, pointing toward the shop with the latest and hottest swimwear.

We go our separate ways, and as we browse the racks, I’m intrigued by how many modest pieces there are on display. But after a good five minutes, I manage to find two good ones. Finally, after a few more minutes, Audrey walks up to me, holding up a set that consists of red bikini briefs with knots on the hips, and a black and blue striped top, with way too much fabric for it to be a sexy bikini. I wrinkle my nose, making it clear I’m not too fond of it that much, and she looks a bit disappointed. But when I hold up the two bikinis I found, her face lights up immediately.

“Ohh, Scott! These look awesome! Can I try them on?”

“Of course. Maybe you should take the one you found too. Just for comparison.”

We head over to the dressing rooms, where I wait outside in order to keep up appearances. I want nothing more than to see her in it, but maybe there are other women in there, and I don’t want to stir things up in there unnecessarily. As I patiently wait outside, I hear a soft, “Scott!”

So I look around to see if no one is looking, but nobody seems to notice me. So I peek my head inside the dressing room and ask, “What is it?”

“Can you check if it’s okay?” she asks with a lot of uncertainty in her voice. “I’m the only one in here, so you can come in.”

I walk over to the only stall with a closed curtain. At that moment, I realize that people could see me as her dad, despite my young age. And it isn’t weird for parents to check when their kids are trying on stuff in a dressing room.

“You in here?” I ask softly.

A hand pokes out beside the curtain motioning for me to come and look. So I pull away a bit of the curtain and poke my head in. As I look at her, I immediately feel growth inside my pants.

Audrey looks timidly at me, but there’s absolutely no need for that. The black bikini fits like a glove. The contrast of the dark fabric against her light skin, combined with her black hair, makes her look like something out of a painting. The top seems to be held together by a few tied knots. There’s one between her boobs, behind her neck, and one on her back. The pieces of cloth covering her nipples are small triangles. They are just big enough to prevent her from looking slutty, but tiny enough to look hot as fuck.

But her bottoms. Oh my… the front covering her pubic mound is cut extremely low. I’ve seen her naked enough by now to know that the fabric stops a little less than an inch shy of the top of her slit. I can see some of her black pubes peeking out above the waistband. And the strings that need to keep it all in place are cut very high and move over the top of her hip bones. The fabric between her legs is a bit stretched because of these strings, and I notice a few hairs peeking out there too. Her ass is covered decent enough. Bits of her butt cheeks peek out, but according to modern standards, nothing inappropriate there.

“Oh…” is all I can say.

“What? It’s too much, isn’t it? My hairs are showing, and when my nipples get hard, I…”

“You look gorgeous, Lil’ Bit!” I interrupt her.

“I do? Don’t you think it’s too much?”

“I don’t. Honestly! This is on the sexy side, I admit. But it IS the latest fashion, and you make it work.”

“You really think so?” Audrey asks as her face lights up again.

“I do! And there is a very simple solution for these hairs. So we’ll take care of that. Now try the white one, please,” I smile coyly.

I close the curtain and liger a bit as I hear the ruffling behind the curtain. Then, before I can make it out of the dressing room, I hear a sharp intake of breath. “Scott! This one’s even more… revealing,” she giggles.

“It is?” I ask, extremely curious by now.

“Come look for yourself.”

I pull the curtain away a bit again and pop my head back inside. My half-hard boner instantly goes to full-mast from the spectacle in front of me. This white bikini looks even skimpier than the tiny black one she wore moments ago. Two small triangles barely cover her nipples, and the strings holding everything together look so small that you have to look twice to notice them.

The strings holding the fabric of her black bikini briefs together were high on her hips. These strings are horizontal on her body, riding so low it’s almost a miracle they stay up. The thin white fabric is so tiny that it barely covers her pussy. But when she spins around and shows me her ass cheeks with the thong string between them, I almost pop off in my pants.

“Fuck me!” I whisper.

“That good, huh?” Audrey smiles wickedly.

“Oh, yeah…” I manage to say but find it strange that the timid girl in the black bikini is completely gone now. So I ask her, “What do you think?”

“Well… I don’t know, but… I feel… I don’t know. Powerful?”

“Powerful, huh?” I say and think for a second. Then, “I think I get it. You realize you can use your body to get attention.”

“Yeah!” she exclaims. “I think you’re right!”

“That’s great, Lil’ Bit! But remember what Spiderman’s Uncle Ben always said.” I chuckle.

“With great power comes great responsibility,” we say together and laugh at the silliness of it.

“I mean it, Lil’ Bit. Be proud of your body, but don’t overdo it, okay?”

“Of course! This one feels like I’m almost naked. And I like that!” she smiles.

“As long as you promise to take them with you on our trip, you can have both, okay?”

“Thanks, Scott! She exclaims and gives me a big kiss on my mouth, briefly sliding her tongue inside.

I head out of the room to let her change into her street clothes. As we pay for the bikinis, the woman behind the counter doesn’t even give us a second look. I can only assume that it’s normal for preteen girls to prance around almost naked by modern standards.

After we buy some more stuff we’re going to need, like sunscreen, a decent suitcase, and sunglasses, we head out to the food court.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Audrey says excitedly as she starts with her burger.

“I never asked you this, but have you ever been to the island before?” I ask, moving in on my burger myself.

“Yeah. When I was four, Glenn and Gloria took me there. But I don’t remember anything except for what I see in the pictures from that trip.”

“I’m sure you’re gonna love it there. I know this is going to be a work trip, but if we’ve even got the slightest possibility to go and explore, we will.”

We make some more small talk and head home. Audrey clears her throat as we’re putting away the stuff we’ve bought. I look at her questioning face, wondering what’s on her mind.

She’s looking at her new bikinis and asks, “You said you could fix the… you know…” she says and looks down at her crotch, blushing.

“I can. And it’s very simple,” I say, smiling.

“Like you did with Owen?”

“That’s an option, but not a very precise one. I’m thinking about shaving. You are growing up, and one thing that comes with that is taking care of your growing body. Shaving down there is a part of it for most women.”

“But I don’t know how…”

“I know. That’s why I’ll help you with it and teach you how to do it yourself.”

“I did like it better without the hairs,” she says and blushes again.

“Well… most men and women like it when there’s no hair down there.”

“You too?”

“Yeah. Me too. I think it looks better without hair. And when I go down on you, it just feels better.” I smile and quickly add, “For both of us.”

“So… how do we do this?” she eagerly asks.

“Let’s go to the bathroom. We can use the big tub so that you can sit comfortably, and we’ve got warm running water at hand.”

We go upstairs, where I start rummaging through my shaving gear in the bathroom while Audrey starts undressing beside me. After finding my ‘downstairs razor’ and shaving cream, I look over at Audrey. She’s standing unabashedly naked in front of me with her hands on her hips, looking expectantly at me.

“Legs inside or outside the tub?” she asks as she heads over to the tub and starts working on the faucet.

“Inside,” I reply, realizing I have to be in there with her too.

I place my gear on the edge of the tub and start undressing too. Audrey looks at me, and her face lights up after seeing what I’m doing.

“You’re joining me?”

“It’s easier to do it while I’m in the tub. That way, I don’t have to worry about the water spilling everywhere. And when I’m naked, I don’t have to worry about my clothes. So, yeah,” I say, realizing I’m already hard from anticipation.

Audrey steps in and plants her pert ass on the edge of the tub. I step in after her with my boner bobbing in front of me.

“Look out!” Audrey giggles and playfully slaps my dick as if she’s almost hit in the face by it.

“Okay. First, we gotta make sure the shaving foam is spread out nicely, so the hairs will be sticking up a bit more. That way, you’ll have fewer stubbles, and the razor won’t have to go over the same spot that much.”

I look her in her face, and she just nods. There isn’t a trace of nervousness or anxiety on her face. Just complete trust.

“Do you want to rub it around yourself, or do you want me to do it?” I ask, knowing the answer already.

“You do it. You’re more experienced,” she smirks.

“Sure,” I say knowingly, but looking forward to touching her again.

I spray the foam on my left hand, and as it starts growing in my hand, I pour some warm water over her pubes with my other. Audrey spreads her legs further apart as I do this to give me better access.

I look at her, and as I scoop up a glob of cream with my right hand and bring it toward her pussy, she nods. My hand starts rubbing the foam over her pubic area, and I notice how much heat radiates from her slit. This isn’t just the clinical act of shaving. It’s also a very intimate moment between us with an undeniable sexual element in it.

“That feels good,” Audrey softly says.

I choose to ignore it and proceed to rub around a bit more. After I’m done, I clean my hands under the faucet and pick up my razor.

“It’s important to shave in the direction of the way your hairs grow. Otherwise, your follicles might get irritated, which can be uncomfortable.”

“That makes sense,” Audrey says while looking down at her crotch.

“Ready?” I ask.

Audrey nods and keeps looking between her legs. I can see my hand trembling as I move the razor toward her pussy. Then, I take a deep breath to steady my hand. Thankfully, this works, and the moment the razor touches her skin, I start moving it down steadily.

“That tickles!” she giggles but manages to keep her pelvis from moving.

As I move the razor around, more and more of her bald pussy appears. Seeing her pussy this way makes me realize I like it even more now than I did before, which I didn’t think was possible. My boner twitches, and as a drop of precum oozes out of my tip, I can feel my arousal grow by the second.

I already knew this would be at least mildly sexy, but seeing her bald lips appear with each move of the razor, is even beyond erotic. This is fucking hot!

Almost reluctantly, I put the razor aside and start pouring water over the area to wash away the shaving foam.

“All done,” I say and look at Audrey.

She starts probing around her lips with her palm and fingers, and a sly smile appears on her face.

“It’s like I’m a little girl again!” she exclaims.

As I’m sitting on my knees now, admiring my handiwork, Audrey pulls me close to hug me. But when my throbbing erection brushes against her moist pussy, both our eyes fly open, and Audrey looks at me nervous but expectantly.

“Are… are you gonna put it… inside now?” she stammers softly.

The temptation is almost too big, but I manage to refrain from pushing my hips forward.

“No, Lil’ Bit. Told you already. We can’t do that,” I croak, “but we can try this.”

And with that, I pull my body back a bit, take my hard dick in my hand, push my glans between the folds of her slippery pussy, and rub against her clit.

“Ohhh,” we both moan simultaneously.

I rub my dick up and down her slit, making sure to rub it around all the sensitive spots but focusing on her engorged clit. I feel my dickhead getting lubed by her soaking pussy as I’m doing this. By now, it takes all my willpower to retract myself from her and not accidentally start fucking her.

“Ohhh… why do you stop?” Audrey whines with a flushed face.

Needing to find a way out of this, I hear myself say, “I want a taste of that freshly shaved heaven between your legs.”

“Oh,” is all she says, but when she eyes my glistening boner, she adds, “only if I can get another taste from you too.”

“Deal!” I say and stand up, extending my hand to help Audrey get up. She immediately wraps her arms around my neck, lifts her body, and wraps her legs around my waist. My hard dick slaps against the underside of her ass as she does this.

“I wanna go first,” Audrey says and lowers herself to press more of her downside against my throbbing member.

“I’ve got a better idea,” I say as we walk toward the bedroom.

As I get to the bed, I gently pull Audrey free from my body and drop her on the bed. She immediately starts to get up and reaches for my dick, her lips already parted.

“Just a sec, Lil’ Bit. Lie down, and you’ll see,” I say as I gently push her back against the mattress.

I quickly walk around the bed and lie down opposite to her, my face near her crotch. She instinctively spreads her legs, and I can see the smile forming on her face.

“See?” I ask, “this way, we can do it together.”

The moment I finish my sentence, her hand is around the base of my cock, and her head moves toward my dickhead. A heartbeat later, I feel her soft lips around my glans, and a moan escapes my lips.

The picture in front of me is one I’ll probably never grow tired of. Her legs are spread, and her bald pussy lips look soft as velvet. The small stripe between her lips is a bit swollen and glistening with her juices and mine.

I don’t want to waste any second, so I immediately start lapping my tongue between her lips, savoring the taste from her young, sweet pussy nectar mixed with a bit of my precum. But, of course, now that her pubes are gone, eating her out is even a bigger treat than before.

And the added bonus is now that her mouth and hands are working expertly on my dick. Every now and then, a low moan resonates on my glans, which causes me to moan in return. I’m highly impressed by how quick she’s learned how to work my dick, with her tongue rubbing around my dickhead, my circumcision scar, and that sensitive spot behind my piss slit at the underside of my dick. So I try and focus on that sweet and delicious flower in front of me. But, because of her relentless efforts, I need to step up my game to prolong my orgasm.

My head lies comfortably on Audrey’s bottom leg, and she’s doing the same with me. This way, we’re both relaxed and don’t have to crane our necks or something. But instead of a lazy sixty-nine I usually do this way, we’re both working hard to get the other off with laziness not being an option. The urgency of our actions surprises me but is a huge turn-on at the same time.

As Audrey uses her hand to fill up the space her mouth leaves with every upward motion of her head, I decide to bring my hands and fingers into action too. So I use my right hand to spread her pussy lips, and I’m treated with the fantastic sight of her dark, reddish inner lips and soaking wet entrance. This way, I lap deeper between her lips, to which Audrey immediately responds by grinding her hips and deep, muffled moans on my dick.

But the moment I stick my tongue inside her, her legs clamp shut around my face, and the action on my dick comes to a stop. I move my tongue around inside her sweet love canal for a few moments, but because I’m running out of breath, I have to stop eventually. So after I retract my tongue, I use my left hand to push her legs open gently.

“Sorry,” Audrey moans, taking her mouth off my dick just long enough to say this.

I simply hum against her clit as I’m back at lapping up the sweet syrup she’s feeding me. Then, I slowly start inserting two fingers at once inside her while putting all my tongue’s attention to her clit. I start out with small circles, but as my fingers slide in deeper, I alternate between the small circles and using the entire width of my tongue.

Due to my efforts on Audrey’s pussy, I didn’t focus enough on my own feelings. But then I suddenly realize how close I am. Her right hand is still helping her mouth on my shaft, but her left starts toying with my balls.

At that moment, I feel my balls pull up inside my sack and approach the point of no return with lightning speed. In a desperate attempt to prolong it a little longer, I move the fingers of my left hand toward Audrey’s anus. But the buildup inside my balls reaches its peak, and I know there’s no stopping. I’m cumming.

Audrey’s words about how much she likes my cum in her mouth resonate in my head, so I figure I don’t have to warn her this time. I just continue rubbing my finger over her anus, lap away at her clit furiously, and piston my two fingers in and out of her cunt.

And then, my orgasm hits me. I have to stop moving my fingers for a second as my balls start unloading themselves into her preteen mouth, but I manage to keep my tongue busy. The moment my first spurt leaves my dick, Audrey starts cumming. Her pussy contracts sharply around my fingers, and my lips and chin are coated with the sweet, slick juices from her spasming cunt. This sensation adds a whole new level to my orgasm, and the second and third spurts are even more powerful than the first. I feel her mouth and tongue working hard to swallow all the cum I’m feeding her, and at the same time, I have to suck and lap for all I’m worth too. Finally, after sucking each other dry and letting the sensations subside a bit, we turn to our backs simultaneously. I’m still panting heavily when I hear Audrey sigh, ”That was unbelievable!”

“It’s great, isn’t it?” I say without looking down at her face, “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.”

“It’s okay. I felt it coming. Your balls moved, and your… uhm… penis got fatter, so I figured what was coming,” she chuckled.

I chuckle at her reservations about using the more naughty words and find it adorable. As I lay there recovering, I feel a bit of pride about the self-discipline I managed to prevent myself from fucking her brains out.

“Do you still think it isn’t weird that I like the taste of your… stuff?” Audrey asks, clearly uncomfortable asking this.

“Of course! When you’re having sex, almost nothing is weird. As long as both people aren’t hurt and agree with what’s going on.”

“Then… uhm… why won’t you, you know… put it inside me?”

This catches me by surprise. So I turn my body around so that we’re looking at each other, and I stammer, “well… I uhm… According to the law, you’re basically my daughter now. And I’m supposed to protect you and take care of you. So I think that sticking it inside you is wrong.”

“But what if I want you to do it? And I know you would never hurt me, so I don’t see why we can’t do that.”

“It’s just that… oh!! I don’t know!” I say, frustrated. And after a few moments of thinking about it, “Tell you what. I promise to think about it. And maybe when you’re older, we might do it. But no promises, okay?” I say, feeling stupid already for promising this.

“Okay. I guess. I don’t see what all the fuss is about, but okay.”

And with that, she kisses me on my cheek and turns to her back again, looking at the ceiling.

“I think I’m getting my period,” she blurts out after a few minutes lying like this.

“Oh?” I answer without knowing what else to say to this.

“Yeah. But the good news is that it’ll be over by the time we leave for the shoot on Sunday.”

“Do you need anything? Like tampons or something? Or do you have questions about it?” I say, immediately switching over to my care-taking role, despite lying naked next to her with her juices still coating my chin.

“Haha! No, silly! Glenn already talked to me about it, and I’ve got it covered.”

“Oh. Okay. If you need anything, just let me know.”

“You’re sweet,” she whispers and gives me another peck on my cheek.

The following week, I’m completely focused on getting everything ready for our trip. I don’t want to leave anything to chance, so I triple-check everything. I managed to land a sweet deal on new and larger memory cards, and after cleaning the camera bodies, I’m confident that I’ve got that part covered. On Wednesday, I finally get the green light from my guy at Fed-ex that the clothes have arrived and are at the drop-off point near our cabin.

When Audrey gets to bed, I notice she’s wearing panties each evening. She says it makes her feel more confident during her period, despite wearing tampons. So during this week, we only masturbate twice, with Audrey’s hands in her panties and me stroking my own cock, with her eyes glued to it.

The rest of the week is pretty uneventful. We pack our clothes on Saturday, and I can’t help but notice how hyped Audrey is. I’m pretty excited myself, but when the doorbell rings on the morning of our departure and as I see the twins bounce around, I realize we’re just scratching the surface of being hyped.

Miranda walks in behind the bouncing boys and just nods her head. I see Luke hauling with two big suitcases, and I quickly go and help him put them in the back of my truck.

“Ready, Mr. H?” both boys ask simultaneously when we get to the living room.

I look at Miranda and Luke and see their smiling faces. Since everything is packed and the tickets are in my bag, I don’t see any reason to prolong this. So I just smile and say, “There’s a plane waiting for us. So let’s go!”

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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 12

Chapter 12 – Touch of an Angel

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 12

As I sat down on the couch, Glenn was smiling too. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but judging by the looks on their faces, I just knew they were going to send me back to my mom and dad in Africa.

“Sit down, Honey,” Gloria said with a big smile on her face, “we need to tell you something.”

Glenn put his hand around Gloria’s shoulder, looked at her, and nodded.

“Three, two, one… We’re pregnant!” they said with a cheerfulness I hadn’t heard before.

This took me some time to process. Of course, I knew they tried hard to get a kid of their own, but to the best of my knowledge, they dropped the IVF treatments and accepted they’d never be parents. I quickly got to my feet and hugged both of them

“Congratulations! This is amazing!” I said cheerfully, feeling genuinely happy for them.

“Thanks, Bud,” Glenn said with his dark voice and ruffled my hair.

“But… how?” I asked curiously, which caused both of them to chuckle.

“When a mommy and a daddy really like each other, they can do some special cuddling…” Glenn started with a big smile across his face.

“I know HOW,” I interrupted him, causing Gloria to laugh loudly, “but I thought you couldn’t, you know…”

“Oh, but we can, Honey. Apparently, we just had to be patient and less focused on getting pregnant.”

“I’m really happy for you!” I said and gave them another hug, “Do you know what it’s gonna be?”

“Haha! No, not yet,” Glenn said and gave Gloria a big kiss, “but it isn’t important at all. As long as he or she is healthy.”

“A boy will be the most fun,” I said while pointing at myself and laughing at their reaction.

“Listen, Bud,” Glenn said after we all stopped laughing, “ we wanna go back to the island to visit some old friends and personally bring them the good news. Since it’s spring break next week, we wondered if you want to come with us or if you want to stay at home with Gloria?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll come!”

“See?” Glenn said to Gloria.

“I thought you’d rather stay here since you roamed around the earth so much already. But it’s up to you, Honey.”

“It’ll be awesome. This will be my first ever vacation!” I blurted out.

Glenn and Gloria looked at each other after hearing this. “I never thought about that, dear,” Gloria said sympathetically.

“Me neither, Bud. Since you’ve seen so many places, we thought…”

“Oh no! It’s no big deal. Don’t feel sorry or anything. I’ve seen more places in the world already than most people will see in a lifetime! I just want to go with you guys and have fun!” I said and gave them another tight hug.

“Great! I’ll go and call our travel agent,” Gloria said and walked over to the kitchen.

“You ready for the shoot tonight, Bud?” Glenn asked as he put his hand on my shoulder.

“I guess,” I said, not overly excited about being naked in front of the camera with other people around.

“I promise you’ll like it! I’ve got a great idea! And you’ll be hugging Michelle while she’s naked too,” he whispered in a conspiracist voice and nudged me in my side.

“Will there be other people around too?”

“Nope. Just the three of us,” Glenn said matter-of-factly.

Hugging Michelle was one thing I was looking forward to! I didn’t forget about it, but I was primarily focused on my own part in the shoot. When Glenn saw my face light up, he winked at me.

“That’s the spirit!”

“What is?” Gloria asked as she walked over.

“Scott needed some encouragement for this evening’s shoot,” Glenn smiled.

“Oh. That’s right. That’s tonight. Michelle is coming over, isn’t she?”

“Yup,” was Glenn’s short reply.

“Tell her I said hi, will you? Francis and Joanne are coming over, so I don’t think I’ll see her.”

“Will do. It won’t take us too long this time. I’ve got it all worked out in my head, and I prepped the studio yesterday. So we’re good to go.“

“I’ve got some math homework. What time is dinner?”

“We’ll eat at around six. So a little under two hours.”

As I was sitting in my room, trying to do my homework, my mind kept drifting off to Michelle. How close would I get to actually touching her boobs? Or her ass? Or maybe even her pussy? It almost took me the entire two hours to do my homework, but it was done by the time Gloria called.

After dinner, Glenn and I headed over to the studio. After he flipped on the light, I saw a whole construction built by Glenn.

“What’s this?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“Welcome to the angel factory,” Glenn chuckled.

“What did you build here? Are we reconstructing the lunar landing, or what?”

“Walk with me. It’s pretty straightforward.”

We walked over to the construction. Once I got closer, I saw two gigantic white wings lying on the floor. Each wing was longer than Glenn.

“Michelle is going to lie on her back between these angel wings. The camera is high enough to capture her entire length and the width of the wings in one frame.”

“Oh wow! I see. And the black floor will make it look like she’s flying.”

“You get the picture, Bud!”

“But what about me?”

“You’ll be wearing small wings and lie down on top of Michelle. I’m not exactly sure about the position, so we need to try out two or three and see how they work out.”

“Will people see my willie?” I asked, not too fond about that because I’d definitely be sporting a woody during the entire shoot.

“No. Your willie will be covered all the time. I don’t want trouble with anyone. Your butt will, though, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem, right?”

“No. I Don’t care about that. But what are you representing here?”

“A young angel, protected by his mother. I call it ‘caring for an angel.’ It’s just a working title. I’m not too happy with it,” he said and looked a bit insecure.

“I’ll think about it too.”

“Thanks, Bud!” Glenn said and went over to the immaculate black floor to pick up a small piece of dust.

“Uhm… Glenn?”

Glenn turned around, and when he saw the worried look on my face, he was back immediately.

“What is it? Nervous?”

“A bit, yeah. But… I’m going to be naked. And so is Michelle. So I’m… you know…”

“Don’t worry about sporting a boner now, Bud! I promise you won’t see it on any picture!” he said with a reassuring voice.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little better now, “but won’t Michelle be…”

Glenn started laughing before I could finish my sentence.

“Don’t worry about Michelle, Bud! She won’t be offended in any way. In fact, I think she likes it when you’re hard!”

“You do?” I asked, surprised.

“Michelle is… let’s say she thinks differently about a lot of things than most people do. She hates it when things are being labeled. Or when she’s told she can’t do something she wants. The last shoot was a nice preview. Most people wouldn’t let their underaged daughter pose naked in a full-frontal shoot. She thinks it’s up to her daughter and not to her. And I can almost write a book about all the other examples.”

“I see. About that. How did you convince my Mom to agree with this shoot?”

“After your weekly call yesterday, I talked to her. I explained my vision. I assured her that only your backside and a bit of your face will be in the picture. And I bent the truth a bit. I told her we’d be using trick photography to make it look like a naked woman is carrying you.”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

“Yeah. I didn’t explain it in detail. She did the math for herself and figured the trick is about bringing you close to Michelle,” Glenn smiled.

“That’s pretty smart. And you’re sure Michelle is okay with this too? I mean, last time she called it the Maria shoot…”

“I know. That was my initial plan, but this is way, way better. And, judging by past experiences, I’m sure she’s fine with it.”

“Okay then. Guess you’re right. I really like her, you know?”

“I know. And I like her a lot too! Not in the same way as I like Gloria, of course. But Michelle is one of the most fun adults to be around with, I know!”

At that moment, the doorbell rang. The anxiety I felt before talking to Glenn was back instantly. My heartbeat was sky-high, and my mouth went dry.

“Hi, Scott!” she exclaimed as she entered the room and immediately gave me a tight hug.

“Hi Michelle,” I said timidly.

“Want to look how it’s being done again?” she asked, smiling a knowing smile.

“No. Not this time. Check this out,” Glenn said and showed her the sketch he made.

“Oh wow! That looks awesome! We’re going to be angels, dear!”

“He’s a bit nervous,” Glenn helped after I didn’t say anything.

“Nervous? Oh, don’t worry! I’ll help you through this,” and she hugged me again.

I felt her soft boobs against my collar bones. And just like last time, her presence made me feel more at ease with each passing second.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“And I’m excited to be doing this shoot with a cute boy like you,” she whispered in my ear.

“You want a drink or something before we start?” Glenn asked.

“I think it’s better to start right away. I think Scott wants to get this out of the way, right dear?”

“Yeah. Let’s do this,” I said in the most confident tone I could, “You wanna go first?”

“Let’s change together. Maybe it’ll be easier for us that way,” Michelle smiled warmly.

I looked over at Glenn, and he nodded. “I’ll make sure everything is ready on set. Take your time, Bud.”

After we were behind the divider, Michelle looked at me, smiled, and took off her t-shirt. I started working on my shoes and socks, but after I bared my left foot and looked up, Michelle already stood there looking at me in just her bra and panties.

“Just relax. There’s nothing scary or dangerous about what we’re gonna do,” and she started working on her bra.

I started working on my right foot in a desperate attempt to refrain from getting a boner. But the stir inside my pants was already there. I was boning up. After I placed my sock inside my shoe, I looked at Michelle, and she was standing there, gloriously naked with her hands on her hips, smiling at me.

“Here. Let me help you,” she said and squatted in front of me.

Her legs were parted when she squatted, and my eyes immediately went to that place between her legs. My stiff willie was straining in my jeans, but I couldn’t stop looking.

“Lift your arms, dear,” she softly said, snapping me out of my trance.

In a daze, I lifted my arms, and I felt her hands at the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up slowly. Seconds later, I was topless, and Michelle neatly folded my shirt and put it on the ground next to me.

The moment her fingers started working on the buttons of my jeans, I panicked and put one hand on top of hers and the other over my stiffy.

“I uhh… I’m… I can’t,” I stammered.

“Don’t worry. I know you’re hard. No need to be embarrassed or ashamed about that!” Michelle said and gently but sternly pushed my hands out of the way.

Somehow, her words put me at ease once more, and I decided to let her undress me despite the awkwardness of my stiffy. I looked down at her as her fingers started working on my buttons again. In virtually no time, all buttons came undone, and she opened my pants. I found it fascinating how she managed to unbutton my fly without touching my willie.

As my pants slowly slid down my legs and my tented undies came into view, I expected some reaction from Michelle, despite what she said earlier. But she kept her word. She didn’t say anything, sigh, look funny, or any of that stuff. To her, it was the most normal thing in the world; she was just taking off my pants. After I stepped out of them, she folded my Levi’s and laid them on my shirt.

“Ready?” she asked as she looked up at me.

“Uh-huh,” I croaked.

Michelle slipped her index fingers inside the waistband of my tighty-whities, and she gently pulled it away from my body, creating enough space for my stiffy to pop free. Then, with an obscene smacking sound, it slapped against my belly. Instead of a giggle, or comment, Michelle said, “Oohhh! You’ve got a nice one, dear! You’re going to make a lot of girls happy with it. I’m sure!”

After saying these things, I saw she wasn’t kidding or making fun of me when she looked up at me. On the contrary, her being so genuinely amazed by my stiffie boosted my confidence level all the way up to a thousand.

“Th- thank you!” I said, barely over a whisper.

“And some cute balls too! You look amazing, dear!” she continued as she pulled down my underwear.

As I stepped out of them, Michelle folded these too and got to her feet. She looked me up and down and said, “Come here, dear!”

She spread her arms, and I hugged her as she hugged me back. My stiffy was trapped between our bodies, but it didn’t bother me anymore after what she said. And the feeling of her soft boobs against my chin and cheek was a nice distraction too.

“Now, let’s get you ready,” she said and picked up the small angel wings I was supposed to wear.

I looked at them and noticed how real they looked. The big, white feathers were laid nicely on top of the other, shaped like actual wings.

Michelle held up the wings for me so that I could stick an arm in each flesh-colored shoulder strap. Then, she tightened them and hid the straps in a spot under the wings.

“Wow! Even cuter this way!” She said softly as she stood back to look me over.

I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like. I ignored my stiffy sticking out from my groin and focused on the wings. They looked just like the ones on the floor where Michelle would be lying, only a lot smaller. I spread my arms to form a T-shape, and the tip of each wing ended at my elbow. They looked so natural on me that I could pass for an angel, except for the stiffy, of course.

“You look adorable. Come on, let’s make some history together.”

We walked toward the set, and I could see Glenn checking me out. His eyes went briefly to my crotch but almost immediately went back up to my wings and face. He winked at me and smiled a warm smile. An ‘everything will be fine’ look was spread out over his face, and all the anxiety I felt earlier was long gone by now.

“Okay, Michelle,” Glenn said, “you just lie down on your back on that small pillow. This way, I think the wings will look the best.”

“Okay,” Michelle started, “and what about my little angel?”

“Scott will lie down on top of you. I think we need to try a fetal position on your belly first. Scott, you make sure your penis and balls are hidden between your legs, okay?”

“Okay. But, uh… what’s a fetal position?”

Michelle turned to her side and showed me what I needed to do. This wasn’t very difficult, so I carefully climbed on top of her after Michelle took her position. I felt my stiffy press against her leg as I was taking my position, but Michelle just smiled and helped me get into position without falling off.

I was about to lay my head down on her breasts when I realized what I was about to do. So I quickly glanced up at her and saw her smiling down at me. “Go ahead, dear. It’s okay.” The moment my head hit her soft boobs, I felt my stiffy twitch. Right in front of my eye was her hard nipple, and it fascinated me greatly, looking at it this close.

“Okay, Scott. Pull up your right leg a bit more… Michelle, you need to…”

For the next ten to fifteen minutes, Glenn gave us all sorts of instructions on how to lie, look, and when to hold our breaths. Sometimes Michelle would whisper something funny, and every now and then, she’d brush my hair out of her face and caress my neck after.

“I want a PG-rated pic too for this one. Scott…” Glenn started.

I had to move my foot down slightly, so it covered Michelle’s pussy. The moment I moved it down, I felt her pubes tickle my foot, and we both giggled at that. But when I had to move my hand up to cover up her nipple, I felt my mouth go dry again. Michelle must’ve seen my hesitation, so she grabbed my hand and laid it down on top of her boob. “I told you not to worry about it, dear” she smiled. But her hard nipple poking at my palm caused my stiffy to twitch again, and I felt my balls tingle. This was the first boob I touched in my life! As if my hand didn’t belong to me anymore, I gave it a gentle squeeze to size up its firmness and texture. Then, feeling or hearing no objections from Michelle, I did it again. After the third time, Michelle whispered, “You like it?”

“Oh yeah!” I replied without looking up.

“Three… two… one…” Glenn said, and at that moment, the flash lit up a few times, signaling another burst of photos.

“Let’s switch positions now,” Glenn announced. “Scott, you cuddle up to her side, drape your leg over hers, so her groin is hidden by your knee. Michelle, you put your arm under him and grab him by his waist. This’ll create the illusion of you carrying him.”

After another burst, Glenn asked me to cover Michelle’s breast again. This time, he didn’t need to tell me twice, and I gently kneaded her boob again in record time. After another burst… and another… and another, Glenn announced we needed to change positions one last time.

“Okay, guys. Just one more position and we’re done. Do you want to continue, or maybe a short break first?”

Michelle and I traded looks, and we both shrugged. “Nah. Let’s finish this first,” Michelle said to Glenn. “It’s just too good to have such a cute angel lying on top of me.”

“I bet!” Glenn chuckled. “You too, Bud?”

“Yep! Keep going. It’s just too good to lie on top of such a pretty angel.”

Both Glenn and Michelle laughed loudly at that joke. “You’re getting slick, Bud!” Glenn smiled after they stopped laughing.

“I can handle it, Glenn. And don’t overstay your welcome here, my little angel,” Michelle said and rubbed my back again.

“Alright! We’re on the home stretch here!” Glenn said cheerfully. “Michelle, spread your legs a little bit. Then, Scott, you go and lie between her legs with your arms around Michelle’s neck and look to your left. When he’s lying down, you lay your hands on Scott’s butt, so he’s got a bit of dignity left, and it looks like you’re carrying him again.”

I had no clue that what we were about to do, came extremely close to the missionary position. Up until now, I still don’t know if Glenn was aware of this or that he just had an excellent composition in mind. Michelle sure acted as if she didn’t have a clue because she immediately said, “come here, dear!” spreading her arms and inviting me over.

The moment I got between her legs, nothing was out of the ordinary. We were just lying on top of each other as we did before. But when I scooted higher to put my hands around her neck, I felt my Willy brush against something warm and moist.

I glanced at Michelle as I felt another wave of panic wash over me. But she looked at me with a look I couldn’t place. I know now she was just plain horny, but it confused me big time.

“You know what that is, right?” she whispered.

I could hear myself swallow and nodded once.

“One sec! Glenn shouted. “I need to fix something here.”

“Stick it in, dear. You’ll love it,” Michelle whispered again and looked at me without even blinking once.

“But I… I never…” I stammered.

At that moment, Michelle put her hands on my butt and shifted her pelvis a bit. Then, she pushed down gently on my ass and smiled. “All you have to do now is push.”

I tentatively started pushing, but the moment my dickhead entered that warm, moist, velvety place in her body, I knew I was hooked for life. I stopped moving and held perfectly still, looking nervously at Michelle. I hoped she would guide me, and that was precisely what she did.

“Push it in all the way, dear. You won’t hurt me,” she soothingly whispered and gently squeezed my ass.

I swallowed hard and slowly but determined, pushed my stiffy further inside this magnificent place. I felt like every fiber in my body was on edge, and I couldn’t think straight. All my attention was focused on that soft, warm feeling that was engulfing my stiffy.

During this push, I felt a tingle in the back of my head, right at the place where my skull meets my neck. This tingle traveled down to my spine and right into my asshole. Moments later, my balls started tingling, and all I saw were Michelle’s boobs. I also noticed that my hearing was off. Everything sounded like I’d got two tin cans covering my ears.

“Yes!” I heard Michelle whisper in the distance, and she squeezed my ass more firmly.

This all seemed to take ages, but it was probably less than a second. The tingle in my balls kept growing, and at that moment, I couldn’t stand it anymore. My ass muscles clenched together, and I started cumming.

“Great!” I heard Glenn say in the distance as white flashes filled my eyes.

And then, everything turned black.

When I heard a barely hearable “Scott?” in the distance, I felt myself slowly slide back into consciousness.

“Scott?” I heard again and felt a hand stroking my cheek.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Michelle smiling at me with a bit of a worried look on her face. Then, I heard stumbling in the distance and Glenn’s voice asking, “What happened, Michelle?”

“He passed out for a few seconds,” Michelle said, and her worried look was gone.

“Scott?” Glenn asked as his face appeared above Michelle’s. “You okay, Bud?”

“Oh yeah!” I said excitedly, and as Michelle’s pussy squeezed my still stiff willie, which caused it to twitch, I let out a happy sigh.

Glenn’s eyes immediately went down to our crotches. And although he probably couldn’t see anything, the look on his face changed instantly.

“Michelle! You didn’t!” he said in a tone that hardly sounded surprised.

“I’m sorry, but he’s SO cute!”

“Damn! Did you like it, Bud?” Glenn asked but immediately realized he knew the answer.

“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed. And, feeling bold, “Can we do it again, Michelle?”

Both Glenn and Michelle started laughing at my enthusiasm. I was a bit afraid Glenn would be angry for ruining his shoot, but when I glanced over at him, he was all smiles. Likewise, Michelle looked relaxed too, and when she looked at Glenn, she asked, “I’d love to! But we’re in the middle of a shoot.”

“From up there, you can’t see you’re inside her. And I think I just took pictures of your first fuck without realizing it. So… you know what?”

“What?” I asked anxiously.

“You start fucking Michelle. You’ll probably last longer this time, and I will take my pictures in the meantime. No one will know what’s really going on here, and the tension between the two of you will probably transfer beautifully into the picture!”

“YES!” I said excitedly and immediately started sliding out.

“Just a sec, tiger,” Michelle laughed, “Glenn needs to climb the ladder first. So hold your horses.”

“I’ll give you a signal when you can get going, Bud!” Glenn said as he walked away.

I looked Michelle deep into her eyes and asked, “Why me? Ain’t I too young for you?”

“Too young? What’s too young? I felt that you were ready for it, and so was I. I don’t believe in the number we slap on people and call it age. I’ve seen lots of older people with an aura that’s way less than yours,” she said and clenched her pussy muscles again, which caused me to gasp loudly.

“I’m not complaining,” I chuckled.

“Go for it when you’re ready!” Glenn shouted.

“Fuck me, angel stud!”

“Uh… I just move it in and out, right?” I asked, a bit unsure.

“That’s the general idea, yeah. But if you’ve got different ideas, let me know, and we’ll work something out,” Michelle said seriously.

“Nah. I’m good. Just… AHHH… checking,” I moaned as I moved my stiffy backward and almost slipped out. But Michelle’s hands pushed on my butt just in time, and I stopped.

As I pushed back in, the flashes of white light returned, and I realized these were the studio lights. Each time I drove in and my pubic bone smashed against Michelle’s, Glenn took a burst of pictures. I didn’t care. I had the time of my life and let the good feelings wash over me.

As I looked at Michelle’s face, I noticed she was flushed, and her gaze was a bit unfocused. Her mouth was slightly open, and she breathed heavily. But I also realized that I was moaning and breathing loudly too.

“Are… you… AAHHH… okay?” I managed to groan.

“Oh yeah! OHHH! You, OH! hit, OH! Exactly the, OH! Right spot, OH! Every time, OOHH!” Michelle moaned. Each time I pushed in, there was this loud “OH!”

By now, I didn’t notice the flashes anymore. I noticed that the tingle at the bottom of my skull was back, but instead of moving down, it lingered there for a while.

“AHH… I’m…” I moaned and couldn’t see Michelle’s face anymore. Just her eyes. Everything around that was blurry again.

“OH! Just, OH! a, OH! little, OH! long… NGNGGG!!” Michelle moaned, and suddenly, she dug her nails in my ass cheeks.

I felt her pussy contract sharply around my stiffy, her breath was ragged, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Realizing she was coming gave me a brief sense of pride. But right at the same time, that tingle was on its way toward my balls, and I knew I was going to cum again.

The white flashes were constantly around us, and somehow it enhanced the whole experience even more. “AAAAHHHH,” I groaned from deep within my throat as my balls unloaded themselves for the second time in ten minutes.

This time, I could even feel my cum leaving my willie. Michelle was still clenching my ass, and the contractions of her pussy were still going, but a little less powerful than when she just started cumming, but it still felt like she was milking me.

I laid my head on her shoulder and was panting heavily. I didn’t know sex could be this exhausting. As the clenching around my willie and my ass subsided, I looked at Michelle. She looked back at me, and there was something between a smile and pride written over her face.

“You are absolutely amazing, dear! You even made me cum! It’s been a long time since a man managed to give me an orgasm, that’s for sure!”

“Thanks! I guess. I can still feel your… vagina move around my willie,” I softly said.

“Don’t call it a willie anymore, dear. You know how to use that thing, might call it what it is. Your dick or, even better, your cock!” I felt myself blush as Michelle said these words.

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah! I’m VERY sure, dear. I can still feel your boner, and I can confirm it’s a cock now and not a willie anymore. Damn!”

“That good, huh?” Glenn’s voice came from behind me.

“Glenn, dear. You have no idea! This boy’s a natural! Oh my god!”

I wasn’t sure if we’d go at it again, so I decided not to move, just in case. But after Glenn started talking, Michele smiled at me and patted me on my butt.

“Time to get up now,” Michelle said, kissed me on my cheek, and gave my ass one last squeeze.

As my cock left her pussy and the cold hit it, I felt a bit sad. But when the realization that I was no longer a virgin hit me, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Glenn winked at me as he offered a hand to Michelle and helped her to her feet. I started undoing my angel wings but got interrupted by Michelle’s big, tight hug.

“Can I offer you that drink now?” Glenn asked.

“Yes, please! You’ve got some white wine?”

“Sure! Chardonnay?”

“Great! I’ll grab my clothes.”

After all that had happened, I found it fascinating that both Glenn and Michelle acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I figured I’d get dressed later. So I grabbed a coke and sat down at the table.

After Glenn put down the glass of wine on the table, Michelle joined us and started getting dressed. Even watching a reversed striptease was a feast to my eyes.

We made some small talk, but no one mentioned the sex. Since it apparently was normal, I didn’t want to spoil the moment and didn’t bring it up either. But I was dying to talk about it.

“I’m curious about the pictures,” Michelle suddenly said. “Especially the last ones. Can you send me some good copies?”

“Sure! And I’m extremely curious too! I never did a shoot like this. I’m sure the first two poses are great, but I honestly don’t know how the last ones turned out.”

“Ah, well. We’ll see.”

Michelle polished off her wine and got up. So did Glenn and I. Michelle kissed Glenn on his cheek and whispered something in his ear. When he smiled and nodded, I was curious about what they were talking about but figured I’d hear it later. Or maybe it was about money or something.

When Michelle looked at me, she immediately started smiling again. Then, she gave me another tight hug and squeezed my ass one last time.

“You were fabulous, dear!” She whispered in my ear.

She waved as she walked out the door, leaving me with an empty but satisfied feeling.

“Damn, Bud! You just lost your virginity. At twelve!” Glenn said proudly, and we bumped fists.

“Yeah,” I smiled weakly.

“You know what the best part is?” he asked.

The best part? There’s more? So I asked, “What?”

“Michelle wants you to come over after we’re back from the island. And she wants me to take pictures.”

“Over for what?” I asked, still as green as grass.

“What do you think?” Glenn smiled wickedly.

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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Meet the Thompsons

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 9

I wake up from Audrey’s buzzing phone. When I open my eyes, I’m treated with the sight of her bare boobs. Immediately I think back to last night, and a feeling of guilt washes over me. I should be the adult here. I should have stopped this. But then again… she’s the one that started this.

I look at Audrey getting up, and as she walks away, I notice once more what a fine-looking body she’s got. Oh my god. What’s happening to me? I hear myself think and realize how my growing dick is betraying me.

I get out of bed too and grab a clean pair of boxers. We’re in the bathroom together with me in my boxers and Audrey in her school uniform, which consists of a white school blouse and matching plaid skirt, but neither of us talks about what happened last night. It’s like it never happened. After Audrey is off to school, I continue my work in the studio and try to find more work for it.

I answer a few emails from women that want portfolio pics taken from their kids. Apparently, Glenn had built quite a reputation for himself, as he was clearly the go-to guy in the area. I make seven appointments in total. Three boys and four girls. The kid’s ages vary from eleven to fourteen, and I can’t help but think how good they all must look in their underwear pics. I try to dismiss that thought as quickly as it came, but I can’t deny to myself it was there and wonder what I should do to prevent this from happening again. But then again, should I really dismiss these thoughts? There’s nothing wrong as long as I don’t touch them or anything. And maybe it’s precisely what’s required to make the best portfolio pics of these kids.

I’m pulled out of this whirlpool of thoughts by the ringing of the studio’s doorbell. I check my phone and realize this must be the twins for their green screen shoot. I never realized time could fly like this when you’re working in a job you actually like. I open the door, and I’m looking at two of the most handsome boys I ever saw!

They’re both wearing cut-off jeans and flip-flops. In addition, one of them is wearing a plain white t-shirt, while the other wears a bright-orange shirt. They’re best described as ‘surfer boys.’ Their blonde, shaggy hair covers half of their ears, and a bronze, almost golden tan completes their surfer look. It’s odd looking at surfer guys in Seattle, but somehow these boys make it work.

“Hi, I’m Miranda Thompson,” a middle-aged woman says and extends her hand for me to shake. “This is Evan, and that is Owen,” she says, pointing at a boy as she says the name.

I honestly can’t see the difference between these hot and sexy boys, besides their different shirts, of course. I bet their mom can, but to me, it’s like there’s a mirror between them. They both look exactly alike and just have an aura of awesomeness over them. I can’t remember when I’ve been this impressed with how boys could look. I even feel a few butterflies going around in my stomach, which I quickly dismiss as silly and unprofessional.

“Hi. I’m Scott. Welcome to Aquinas Pictures.”

“Thank you for having us on such short notice,” Miranda says as they enter the studio.

“No problem at all,” I say, smiling.“ We had a hole in our schedule today, so it works out perfectly for both of us. You mentioned something about a sketch?”

It turned out the advertising agency sketched how the boys are supposed to sit in the picture. In the background, there was the obvious suntan equipment with the slogan written in a way that blended nicely with the rest of the scene. Miranda explains to me that the reason for this mock-up is that the equipment they find relevant can’t be this close together. It’s physically impossible. So that’s why they edited this on a computer. The only thing missing is the boys in the picture. In a second mock-up, there are figures drawn at the places where the boys should be.

“Did they mention anything about lighting, Mrs. Thompson?”

“Please! Miranda,” she smiles, “and no. They leave it up to your judgment.”

“Alright. Let’s upload that background picture to my computer, so we can see how it looks with the boys in them,” I say as I boot the computer and connect the camera.

“Do we need to get changed?” one of the boys asks.

“Sure. I’ll make sure everything is ready here,” I reply smiling, “you can change behind that room divider over there. You’re going to be wearing towels, right?”

They nod, and I say, “You can keep your underwear on if you want. Just make sure the towel covers it, kay?”

“Don’t be silly!” Miranda quickly chips in, “you boys don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, and I’m sure that Scott can handle it too. Just the towels, little men!”

Okay… Of course, I can handle it! Heck! I WANT to handle it if the towel fails. But I don’t want to drool over them, so I’m very focused on making this work. I already know I mustn’t interfere with mothers being bossy over their kids, and since I don’t see a problem here, I pretend to be very busy preparing my camera with the proper settings.

I keep stealing glances at the divider as I fiddle with my camera, hoping to see some flesh. There is some giggling, but I can’t see anything. The moment they come over to us with just towels around their waists, I’m speechless. Their chests already have a little muscle definition on their pecks, and next to the belly buttons, there’s a hint of a six-pack. That, combined with their broad shoulders and golden tan, makes them almost radiant. I feel like I’m looking at a pair of angels approaching me.

I clear my throat and direct the boys to the green-colored benches in front of the green screen. I pull the desk with my computer closer and point the camera at the boys. The background picture is visible on the screen, and the boys appear in it without the benches.

“That’s funny!” one of them says and starts waving.

“Yeah! Too bad we didn’t bring our green underwear,” the other giggles.

I give them a few moments to adjust. I glance over at Miranda and notice she’s busy with her phone, so I figure we might as well get started.

“Okay, Evan?” I ask, curious which boy will reply.

“Yes?” the left one replies.

I spend the next half hour directing the boys to sit in the right way, ensuring the lighting is okay and that the boys look natural in this setting. I think I managed two or three good ones, but I want to make sure I’ve got enough. Then, just as I’m about to go for it again, one of them says, “I need to take a leak. Can I?”

“Yeah. Me too,” the other one adds.

I hear Miranda sigh, but she doesn’t say anything. She occasionally looked at the progress on the screen, but she needed to answer two calls already and was constantly typing on her phone. I don’t see a problem, so I nod at them. Glenn taught me that the models need to feel comfortable at all times, and maybe if they retake their place on the bench, the picture looks even better. I’m not sure, but it’s a possibility.

After they come back, I say to one of them, “Okay, Owen? You take the left bench now, alright?”

“I’m Evan,” he simply says, looking blankly at me.

“Okay… Owen,” I say as I look at the other boy.

“Yes?” he smiles mischievously as he already knows what I’m about to ask.

They’ve played this twins game all their lives and are certainly way better at it than me, so I decide to play along.

“You sit on the left bench this time,” I smile.

“Sure,” he says and walks over to that bench.

“I don’t know who’s who. I’m sorry, boys. I just don’t see a difference,” I apologize.

“There is one,” Evan says, smirking.

“Yeah… there is one,” Owen adds.

“Here we go again…” I hear Miranda sigh, and at that moment, her phone rings, and she’s out of the door again to answer it.

Curious now, I ask, “Okay… wanna tell me what it is?”

“I’ve got a birthmark, and Owen doesn’t,” Evan smiles that same mischievous grin as his brother earlier.

I checked them out pretty thoroughly during the shoot but couldn’t see any birthmarks. So I figure it’s either under their feet or under the towel, and I’m hoping for the last. And hoping they’d show me, of course. But I don’t have to wait too long as Evan starts pulling down the towel at his front. Meanwhile, Owen gets to his feet and starts doing the same.

“See?” Evan asks.

They both pull down the towel at their front. I’m looking at a thin bush of pubic hairs. And just as with Audrey, their skin is showing through the thin, growing patch of pubes. I can see the start of the base of their dicks, which is showing too now, and I feel my growing boner uncomfortably stretch my underwear.

The reason they show me this is the birthmark at the base of Evan’s dick that Owen lacks. I feel my mouth go dry as I’m looking at this magnificent sight before me. Then, way too soon, they pull their towels back up and take their place on the benches. During the second part of the shoot, Owen’s towel is a bit loose, and a piece of his naked hip shows. It isn’t shocking or overly visible, but I think it gives a nice, authentic feel to the picture.

I’m almost done when the door opens, and Audrey walks in. She’s still dressed in her school uniform, and I can see both boys checking her out. I don’t blame them, considering they’re practically the same age, and Audrey looks real foxy in her school uniform.

“Hi! I’m Audrey,” she cheerfully says and waves at the boys as she gives me a peck on my cheek.

“Hi! I’m Owen, and that’s Evan,” Owen says, smiling and pointing at his brother.

I take one final picture and call out, “Okay. That’s a wrap!” Miranda walks over and starts browsing through the results with me. I glance over at Audrey and see she’s bringing the boys a coke. I hear laughing and giggling behind me, and I’m glad Audrey showed up to entertain the boys. Eventually, Miranda seems satisfied with the final pictures and has to agree with me that the one with a bit of Owen’s hip showing is the best. I upload all of them on a thumb drive and hand it over to her.

Miranda turns around and asks, “So, who’s first with the portfolio shots?”

The boys look at each other, and Evan shrugs. “I’ll go,” he says, gets up, and walks over to the room divider.

“Just underwear is enough. A headshot looks better without a shirt. Especially with that tan of yours,” I call as he disappears behind the screen.

“Okay. Just a sec,” he calls back.

Moments later, he walks out in yellow American Eagle boxer briefs. A black waistband with white letters separates the yellow from his bronzed skin, and I immediately notice how the yellow fabric nicely accentuates his bulge. I can see Audrey eyeing him as he walks by, and I feel a slight, barely noticeable sting of jealousy.

We take the usual portfolio pics. First, the headshot, then the three-quarter and full-length shots. After that, it’s a bit of freestyle. This kid is acting all-natural, and I’m wondering if this is actually his first time in front of a camera. Feeling a bit bold, I take some close-up shots too. His chest, belly, shoulders, feet. And finally, a few photos showing his groin from just above his belly button to just below his boxers. I take one from the side and one from the front.

The outline of his dick is clearly visible through his boxers. I can see his balls, shaft, and rim of his dickhead. I guess it to be around two and a half inches, which suits him nicely. Judging by the clearly visible rim, I assume he’s cut.

“Thanks,” I say after I cannot prolong these intimate shots any longer, “I want some test shots for a swimsuit shoot I might be landing.”

“No problem,” Evan says.

Before I know it, Miranda chips in and adds, “We are looking for modeling work, so if you’d like, the boys can do it.”

“Thanks. But nothing is determined yet. I’ll keep you in mind,” I smile, looking back at Miranda and notice her phone isn’t that important anymore at the moment.

“Dude! You’re up,” Evan says as he walks toward his brother.

Before Owen can react, Evan grabs his brother’s towel and yanks it from his waist. In a flash, I can see his dick. I can see my guess was about right, and I notice he’s indeed cut, so I can only assume his brother is too.

For a few moments, Owen stands there, looking at Audrey. I can see a slight flush spread across his face, and he shrugs apologetically. Then, a moment later, he cups his dick and balls with his hands and runs after his loudly laughing twin brother.

“GIVE IT BACK, FUCKER!” I hear him yell, and I can see Audrey standing there smiling, wide-eyed, and with a flushed face.

“LANGUAGE!” Miranda shouts without looking up from her phone.

Both boys are laughing loudly as they run after each other. Evan is swinging the towel triumphantly above his head. A few times, he gives Owen the idea he can grab the towel, who then reaches out to grab it. I can’t take my eyes off his cute bubble butt as he runs around and the glimpses of his dick I get when he reaches for the towel are a feast to the eye.

Eventually, he grabs the towel, bringing both of them off balance, which causes the boys to go rolling over the floor. One in his yellow underwear, the other naked. After a short struggle, Owen pins down his brother, trapping him under his naked body.

Owen starts making an obscene noise in his throat, clearly preparing a big glob of spit.

“No! No!!” Evan laughs, frantically trying to get free.

Figuring it’s enough, Miranda clears her throat, looking at her sons. Both boys look over and figure it has been enough. So, Owen gets up, extends his hand, and helps his brother to his feet. He swings the towel over his shoulder and walks toward the divider to put his boxers on, showing off all his assets as he walks. He clearly doesn’t care about us seeing it all, as he is still giggling.

Just before he disappears behind the divider, I notice the complete lack of tan lines. The reason for this is obvious but still a bit strange to see with my own eyes. Moments later, Evan shows up and stands next to me, panting from his efforts to outdo his brother.

“THAT was fun,” he laughs.

I look at him and say, “You know you basically exposed yourself, don’t you? Now we know what you look like too.”

His smile disappears for a moment from his face as he realizes what I just said is true. Then he just shrugs and says, “I don’t care. It was funny.”

“It was,” I admitted, unable to push the image from the young, tight, adonis-like body from my mind.

Moments later, Miranda drops her phone, looks at me, and smiles. “Boys,” she sighs and adds, “I guess they also showed you the ‘big difference’ between them?”

“Yup!” I say and try to act as casual as I can.

“Figures,” she says and is back to her phone again.

Moments later, Owen appears in his bright blue boxers, also American Eagle, and we take almost the same pictures as we did with his brother. I direct Owen a bit differently to avoid shooting precisely the same pictures.

After everything is done and the boys get dressed again, I shake Miranda’s hand and promise her to send her the edited portfolio pics as soon as they’re ready. The boys bump fists with Audrey, and I do the same as they walk past me.

“Call us when you land that swimsuit job, okay?” Owen says as he walks away, still looking at me and almost tripping over his feet.

“I will!” I say, smiling.

“That was… interesting,” Audrey says thoughtfully after I close the door.

I laugh at her stunned expression. “It was. And fun too!” I say as I start cleaning up the worst mess.

Audrey helps me out, but I decide to call it a night after putting away the green screen. We watch some television for about half an hour, and I see Audrey yawn. I feel pretty tired from today too, so we clean up and head upstairs.

I already decided to sleep naked this time. Audrey was very clear about it, and I feel I don’t impose myself on her, so I don’t see any more reason not to do it. I feel awkward standing by the bed in my boxers, but as Audrey walks in, naked as the day she was born, I realize I need to act fast to avoid an even more awkward situation. So I quickly drop my boxers and crawl under the covers. Moments later, Audrey joins me.

I lay there staring at the ceiling and let the events of the photoshoot replay in my head. The image of Owen’s penis and tight ass in front of my eyes causes my dick to chub up a bit.

“They’ve got really nice bodies,” Audrey says beside me.

I glance over and smile. “VERY nice bodies! I have to edit the pictures tomorrow, so I can look at it a little more,” I say and wink at her.

“I didn’t know you were gay…” she says, sounding surprised.

“Haha! I’m not! But near-perfect bodies like theirs are always nice to look at. Boy, or girl, man or woman. Don’t you think?”

“I think I do,” Audrey says after thinking about it for a few seconds. Then she starts smiling and softly says, “and an interesting… penis,” suddenly blushing furiously.

Audrey’s blushing surprises me. She has to be used to seeing some dicks over the years. I mean, at least Glenn’s and mine, but I assume she’s seen others when she helped Glenn with his shoots. I notice some movement beside me. Next, the blanket starts moving a bit, and before I can react, I feel Audrey’s hand gripping my dick. It takes me a moment to realize it, but the moment her hand wraps around my shaft, I jump up and get out of the bed, feeling both angry and surprised.

“What the fuck!” I almost shout.

I never swear in front of her, and I can see a mix of fear and wonder on her face. But that look on her face is gone in under a heartbeat, and I can see her eyes tearing up. My half-hard dick stops sticking out as it deflates quickly, and I realize I need to say something.

“You can’t just grab a man’s… penis, Audrey! And especially not an adult one,” I say, the anger still there, even though I do my best to hide it.

“I’m… I’m… I didn’t know… It’s… Sorry!” she yells out and starts crying for real now.

I immediately feel sorry for her and crawl back into bed. I move over to stroke her hair and notice again how amazing her pert little breasts look on her thin, girlish frame.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you, but it’s just… it took me by surprise,” I sigh, still stroking her hair and face, “And you should’ve asked,” I softly add.

“I know! But seeing Owen today made me really curious about…” she sobs, takes a deep breath, and continues, “and I figured since you’re such a cool guy, you wouldn’t mind. But I…”

Hearing her say this boosts my ego a bit, and I can feel my anger fade away. And I can relate to her seeing a kid her own age naked. It sparked a whole new level of interest when I was her age, so I can imagine something like this having the same effect on her.

“Look. I’m sorry I got so angry,” I start.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she interrupts me as her sobbing gets less intense.

“No. You shouldn’t have. But I get it.”

She looks at me for the first time since she started crying, and I can see her swollen eyes and the tears on her cheeks. She looks so vulnerable and fragile that all my anger is completely gone and replaced by empathy and curiosity.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I was young too, remember?” I chuckle, “and you can touch it now if you still want to,” I quickly add before I change my mind.

“I can?” she asks, surprised, and wipes the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.

“Yeah. You’re gonna try and discover anyways, so it might as well be with someone who won’t hurt you, who loves you and can teach the stuff you need to know,” I say, mostly to myself as I realize I‘m heading down a slippery slope.

Deep down, I know I shouldn’t do this, of course. But she will find a way to satisfy her curiosity, and I don’t want it to be some pervert or asshole that will crush her heart. And I don’t want her to get hurt, so why not show her and explain everything. It’s not like I’m going to fuck her or anything. She’s just getting an anatomy lesson about male genitalia. That’s all.

“Let’s move over,” I say and sit up on the edge of her side of the bed and move the blanket out of the way to give access to my dick. As I move the blanket, Audrey’s body is coming into view too, but she doesn’t care about that at all. Audrey sits down next to me, and moments later, we’re both naked and looking at each other. The tension in the air is thick, and I think that’s why I don’t bone up.

Audrey looks up at me with big question marks in her eyes, and I simply nod. This is all the encouragement she needs, as she slowly extends her hand and takes my soft dick in her hand. Immediately, a big smile spreads across her face as she starts examining me with her small hand.

“It’s warm,” she matter-of-factly says and rubs her thumb over my glans.

I can barely hold back a big moan and say, ”You know there used to be skin there, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh. Glenn had skin there,” she says with her eyes focused on my junk.

“I’m circumcised. That’s what they call it AHH,” I moan as her finger rubs over that sensitive spot under the front of my dickhead.

I immediately feel myself grow stiff, but I already decided this isn’t a bad thing considering what we’re doing here. It amazes me it took me this long. But the moment I moan, Audrey pulls back as if she’s stung by a bee.

“Did I hurt you?” she asks worriedly.

“No! On the contrary,” I smile reassuringly, “it feels great when you touch me like that.”

Audrey looks down at my dick again and giggles. “I can see you like it,” and wraps her hand around my stiffening shaft.

She starts groping around again, and before I know it, I’m as hard as I’ve ever been. I have to admit to myself that I like this way more than I anticipated, but that we’re not doing this for my pleasure.

“I never knew a boner can get this hard and soft at the same time,” she whispers to no one in particular.

“You DO know the correct word for it, right?” I say in an attempt to keep up the illusion of education.

“Of course. It’s called an erection, and these are your testicles,” she says as her left hand starts cupping my balls without her right hand leaving my shaft.

“Careful!”

“I know. Don’t worry,” Audrey softly says, with her confidence clearly growing by the minute.

Her hand starts toying with my balls, and her eyes are still focused on my dick. Then, she surprises me as she starts moving her right hand up and down on my shaft. It’s clear she’s beginning to jerk me, and I feel almost powerless to stop her.

After a few moments, I finally ask her, “What are you doing?” which takes great effort to say without moaning.

“Jerking you off,” she simply says with a very determined look on her face.

“It’s jacki… Ohhh”

I know it’s inappropriate. I know I have to stop her. And I know there are a million different things wrong with this. But her soft hand and determination to see me cum, combined with more than a year of involuntary celibacy, make it impossible for me to stop her.

“Hmmm… move your hand up higher on my dick,” I say between moans, “Ahhh… like that. Yeah.”

Audrey gets off the bed and sits on the ground between my legs, my dick almost at eye level. She keeps sliding up and down on my boner, and I’m very impressed by her technique. It’s probably because of the situation, but I already feel the build-up in my balls. Her soft, stroking hand feels fantastic! She’s even doing a weird twist-thing in her up and down motion that I only saw online once.

Her left hand leaves my balls a moment later and joins her right on my shaft. My hard-on is only six inches long, but her small hands fit perfectly on my dick, and it adds a whole new level to what she’s doing. She’s not moving fast, but the friction of her soft hands and the twisting motion are incredible!

“I’m getting ahhh,” I pant, “getting close. Look out!”

This triggers something in Audrey. She looks even more concentrated at my dick, and her hands pick up the pace. Despite all the action, I manage to keep my eyes open and look down at her. She spreads her legs a bit, and I notice her glistening, almost hairless pussy looks all swollen and puffy. She must be horny as hell now too!

I try to hold back as long as I can to enjoy this amazing feeling as much as possible, but it’s an uphill battle. I hear myself panting and moaning loudly, and I finally let out a big grunt from deep down my throat, “GRHHH CUMMINGG OAAHH..”

My balls almost pull back inside my body completely, and as my body tingles all over, I feel my cum shoot through my dick with a force I never felt before. In the distance, I feel one of her hands leave my dick while the other one keeps milking me slowly.

I hear Audrey moan too, and when I open my eyes, I almost cum again. Audrey is still sitting on her knees between my legs, and I see my cum splattered all over her tits and belly. Globs of cum are slowly sliding down, and there’s one long string of cum hanging from her stiff nipple. It looks vulgar and sexy at the same time. Audrey’s look is slightly unfocused as she keeps looking at my dick, but her right hand between her legs makes it impossible for her to think straight.

All of this happens in a flash, and the moment it sinks in what I’m looking at, my dick twitches furiously, and at the same time, I hear Audrey moan as she cums. Her eyes shoot back in their sockets, and she clenches her legs shut. Her grip on my dick increases, but I barely notice. I’m looking at one of the most erotic site I ever laid my eyes on. A twelve-year-old girl is having an orgasm while covered in cum. I might be a pervert, but I can’t imagine anybody not finding this almost too hot to handle.

As I sit there, enjoying the view, Audrey’s grip on my dick loosens a bit, and I can see her eyes regaining focus. She smiles shyly when her eyes meet mine and quickly removes her hand away from between her legs.

“I’m sorry, I was…” she softly starts.

I immediately interrupt her, “Don’t worry! I would’ve done the same,” I smile, feeling an intense urge to put her at ease after her first real sexual experience.

“I didn’t know you would shoot so much… stuff…” she says softly as she lets go of my dick, looks down her chest, and starts to giggle.

“Well… it was more than usual. You did an amazing job, Lil’ Bit!” I say and see her blush spreading across her face and upper chest as I say this.

“I did?”

“OH YEAH!” I say a bit too enthusiastically and quickly recover, “how did you come up with that twisting motion of your hands?”

“I uhm… I saw it in one of Glenn’s books. Why?”

“You taught me a new trick there,” I chuckle, “I usually just move up and down on it.”

“When you… sprayed your stuff all over me… I just had to touch myself. Is that normal?” she asks, and her shyness is back again.

“No, no! That’s not weird at all! In fact, it’s a perfectly normal thing to do. You need to enjoy yourself too when you’re doing stuff like this, you know? It’s a two-way street.”

That brings a smile to her face, and she eyes a drop of cum hanging from my dickhead. Then, she extends her finger, scoops it off my dick, and sticks her finger into her mouth.

“If it’s a two-way street, I can taste your stuff again. I like the taste of it,” she simply says as she starts to stand up.

I let my eyes roam over her magnificent, cum-covered body, ending at her sparse pubic hairs. Then, finally, I force myself to look her in the face and say, “We need to get some sleep, you know?”

“Yeah,” she simply says as she looks down at the mess on her chest and belly, “I’ll grab a towel and clean up.”

As she heads to the bathroom, I find my eyes glued to her ass once again. As she rounds the corner, I get up and crawl back into bed. A few minutes later, Audrey walks in with a big grin on her face.

“You sure sprayed a lot!” she giggles, “but I’ve got it all. Next time, I’ll make sure to stay out of the danger zone.”

“Next time!?” I think to myself but decide to drop it.

Audrey crawls in on her side of the bed and immediately drapes herself half over my body. I feel her hot pussy pressed against my leg, and her stiff nipple pokes my chest. Now that we crossed this line, I don’t feel the need to tell her to get back to her side of the bed. But at the same time, I’m wondering where this will end.

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P.S. The boys in the picture above this story, remind me a little of Evan and Owen. They’re not inspired on them, but after I found this pic online, I figured I might as well use it.


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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Comfort

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 3

I dry my eyes and put the picture back inside my drawer. I look around in my apartment and decide I’ll clean up later. It’s almost three-thirty, and driving there will take me a little over twenty minutes. And that’s without traffic. Arriving late at such an important meeting is just not done. So I close the door, head down, and climb on my Harley. Riding a Harley in dress pants is a bit strange, but the heavy bike is my only transportation option at the moment. I don’t want to call a cab or Uber.

When I arrive at the tall office building, I feel my stomach acting up. I don’t want to do this, but I know I have to. So I drag myself inside, look at the sign near the elevator, and head to the eleventh floor. When the doors open, I see a fancy looking office with minimalistic decorations, marble on the floor, and a beautiful looking lady behind the reception desk

I walk toward the lady, and before I can say anything, she asks, “Mr. Harris?”

“Yes. I’m Scott Harris.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Harris. Will you please follow me?”

The lady stands up and walks around her desk. We head into a hallway with more marble and big, floor-to-ceiling glass panes. I figure these are the meeting rooms as we walk past them. I can’t keep my eyes from the hot, mini-skirt-clad ass in front of me. Damn, that’s one fine piece of ass.

The lady stops at a glass door and looks at me. I realize she must’ve seen me looking, and I start to blush. She just smiles at me and opens the door.

“There you go, Mr. Harris. Mr. Cohen is waiting for you. Can I get you anything? Coffee, water?”

“No thanks. I’m good,” I say and smile at her.

I enter the big meeting room and see a skinny man in a fancy suit sitting behind the typical boardroom table. The man looks expensive but has a friendly face, and he starts smiling politely when he sees me come in.

Before I realize what’s happening, I feel a body slam into me, and arms wrap themselves tightly around my waist. I look to my right and see Audrey pressed against me.

“Hey, Lil’ Bit,” I softly say.

Audrey looks up at me, and I can see her swollen eyes. I haven’t seen her in a few months, and I notice how much she’s grown in that period. I kiss her on her forehead and hug her firmly. I look her over and realize a lot can happen to a girl’s body in a short time. The last time I saw her, she was basically a tomboy. But now I was looking at a young woman. The once puffy nipples are now small breasts, and her short skirt accentuates her growing curves and tight little ass. I notice all this in the blink of an eye and quickly dismiss these thoughts. We’re here for a very sad reason, so no pervy shit.

“Hi. I’m…” she trails off, lost for words.

“It’s okay. Let’s sit,” I say and pull back one of the chairs for her to sit on.

I step toward Mr. Cohen and shake hands. Despite his skinny frame, his handshake is firm and confident. He smiles and gestures for me to sit down too. I take the seat next to Audrey as the man starts to speak.

“Welcome. Both of you. I know these are difficult times, but the urgency of the matter calls for this meeting,” he starts.

It turns out that Glenn put me in his will as the legal guardian of Audrey. Shortly after Gloria died, he did this, and I feel flattered about the trust Glenn expresses with this action. But I’m also scared shitless hearing this. At twenty-six, I don’t feel capable of taking care of a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old girl. But I also know Glenn and Gloria don’t have any brothers or sisters in the US, and I’m the closest to a relative in Audrey’s life.

In normal circumstances, we wouldn’t be discussing the will at this point, Mr. Cohen is saying. But since the well-being of Audrey is our main concern, we might as well do it now.

An hour and a half later, Audrey and I walk out of the office. Inside we learned that Audrey inherits the house and a trust fund. Glenn left me the photo studio with all the equipment, the brand name of his studio, including all accompanying licenses. And, if there are no objections from Child Protective Services within three months, I’m the legal guardian of a twelve-year-old girl.

“Thank you for wanting to take care of me,” Audrey says as we approach my bike.

“Of course! Your dad took care of me when I was your age. Now it’s my turn.”

Audrey smiles through her sadness and looks impressed at my bike. That’s when I realized something.

“I… ehm…. I’ve only got one helmet. I’ll get us an Uber and worry about the bike later.”

After a few minutes, the car pulls up, and we head back to Audrey’s house. During the ride, we talk about the practical implications of it all. But, for now, we decided that I should go and live with Audrey in her house. We both find it strange to call it ‘her house,’ but it is what it is.

When we arrive back at the house and enter the living room, Audrey starts crying. She tries to fight back against the tears, but once I put my hand on her shoulder, she erupts. The tears start flowing, and she’s crying with everything she’s got. Seeing and hearing her cry this way breaks my heart. So I put my arms around her and just hold her. I don’t try to soothe her or comfort her. That just doesn’t feel right at this moment. I can’t help myself either. I never felt so sad before in my life, and despite wanting to be strong for Audrey, I cry for all I’m worth. We cry like this for a long time. But eventually, the tears dry, and we look at each other.

“You look like a mess,” Audrey says as she looks at me with a barely noticeable smile across her lips.

“Right. Like you look like a million bucks,” I chuckle, glad to leave the crying behind us for now.

“Now what?” Audrey asks.

“I’ll go and get the guest bedroom ready. Well… I guess we’ll have to go and call it my bedroom from now on.”

“I guess… but… why not take Glenn’s room?” Audrey says softly.

Glenn and Gloria had always insisted on calling them by their first names. So no uncle Glenn or aunt Gloria. Gloria said it made them feel old, and they didn’t want to feel labeled. So when Audrey was born, they went with first names too. To Audrey, it was natural, but my mom and dad found it odd. I didn’t care. To me, they were still Glenn and Gloria, and if this is how they live their lives, why bother?

“Maybe in a while. Not now. I don’t want to sleep in there now.”

“Okay. You make sure you can sleep tonight. I’ll order us pizza. Pepperoni, right?”

“Great!”

“I’ll hop in the shower after I call the pizza place. I feel dirty. Can you watch the doorbell while I’m in there?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be done in there in a few minutes,” I say as I head up the stairs.

I’m done pretty quickly in the bedroom. I just have to put some clean sheets on the bed and open the window. So I head down, drop myself on the couch, and start browsing through my timeline on my phone. Then, I hear the shower shut off, and at the same time, the doorbell rings.

I get the pizza and grab some plates on my way back to the living room. I stop in my tracks when I see Audrey coming down the stairs. She’s wearing an old, white t-shirt, which is too short and too tight for her. I noticed her boobs before, but they can’t be missed in this shirt. Her hard nipples only accentuate them more, and I have to tear my eyes away from them. Beneath a stripe of skin that starts just below her belly button, a pair of loose-fitting, blue and white-striped cotton boxer shorts complete her outfit. I know I shouldn’t look at her like this. Especially considering the circumstances we’re in at the moment. But, damn! She looks foxy!

We sit down on the couch next to each other, and once we polished off the pizza, we’re staring blankly at the TV screen where some stupid sitcom is playing. Relaxing a bit now, I realize I’m feeling numb. I can hardly feel any emotions at the moment. It’s like I’m on some shitty drug or something.

“Can I hold you for a moment?” Audrey asks softly, and I can hear her sniff.

“Course! Come on,” I say and extend my arms, feeling the tears welling up again too.

Audrey moves over and straddles my waist. She lies her head on my shoulder and sighs deeply. I can feel her stiff nipples against my chest, and the heat of her groin radiates through my dress pants. But all that is irrelevant now. This little girl needs comforting! I wrap my arms around her and start caressing her back. She’s quiet, but by the sobs of her shoulders, I can tell she’s crying softly.

“You can cry as much as you want. You know that, right?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yeah,” sniff, “I know. But I don’t want to.”

“I know, Lil’ Bit. I know…”

I can still see the TV and feel the sobs every now and then. We sit like this for a long time. Eventually, the sobs wear off, and I feel her starting to breathe deeper. The poor thing. She must be exhausted by all these emotions. I decide to let her sleep like this and watch the sitcom reruns I hate so much. But I can’t reach the remote without waking her, and my phone is just too impractical in the position we’re in now.

About an hour after sitting like this, I notice she moves. Her pelvis moves a bit back and forth. I guess she’s dreaming, and I pay no attention to it. But after a few moments, she moves again. And again. All the while, her groin is rubbing back and forth over my dick, and since I’m only wearing dress pants and boxers, I feel her movements all too well.

The few movements slowly turn into a full-blown dry-humping session. I don’t know if I hear it correctly, but a small groan escapes her throat. Finally, I can’t help it anymore, and before I know it, I’m fully hard. But the grinding doesn’t stop. Audrey’s upper body still lies limply over my torso, but her stiff nipples are poking me in my chest. I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping and having an incredible dream. And I know I have to wake her, but this just feels too good. I didn’t get laid in months, and this action is sure having its effect on me.

I try to hold as still as possible as Audrey picks up the pace. She is moaning by now, and the dampness between her legs is noticeable through my pants. But the real problem I’m having with all this is the buildup I’m feeling in my balls. If she keeps this up, I’ll cream in my pants.

This goes on for a few more minutes as I try and contemplate my options. By the time I’m approaching my point of no return, I decide to wake her up. And that’s when it happens. Her body starts shaking violently, and her legs press firmly into my hips. A deep, animal-like groan comes from her throat, and she stops moving. Her body lies limp against mine again, and, judging by her breathing, Audrey is asleep again.

My throbbing boner keeps twitching against Audrey, and I hope it doesn’t wake her. I let my heartbeat drop by taking deep breaths, hoping my boner will go down soon. But it isn’t easy to steer my thoughts away from what just happened.

After about ten minutes, my boner finally starts to go down, and I try to watch some TV again. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the feeling of her warm groin against mine out of my head. So I gently rub her face and wake her up.

“Wha… Grss,” Audrey mumbles.

“Let’s get to bed, Lil’ Bit. I’m tired too.”

“Hmm,” she moans, still half asleep.

I help her upstairs and into her room and realize she is basically sleepwalking. When she steps into her bed, I notice the damp spot in her striped boxers. Holy shit! That was a serious cum. I try to ignore it and pull up the blankets. Before I get the chance to say anything, she snores loudly, asleep already. So I kiss her on her forehead and head out of her room, closing the door behind me.

When I enter my room and start pulling my zipper down, I notice an obscene dark spot where my precum leaks through my boxers and pants. “Shit!” I mutter. I don’t have clean ones with me yet. So I get into the bathroom and wipe my pants clean with a wet washcloth. Then, I neatly put my pants over the chair, hoping they dry enough to wear in the morning. I pull off my boxers and lay them on the chair too. I don’t want more of my precum to mess it up even worse.

I crawl under the covers and let the events of the day play in my head again. I usually do this when I’m trying to get to sleep. I find it a very relaxing way to get my head clean. But by the time I get to the events on the couch, I feel my hand wrap itself around my stiff shaft. Only a few tugs and the idea of Audrey riding herself to orgasm on my dick is enough for my cum to splatter all over my chest.

After I clean up, I turn to my side feeling myself drift off quickly.

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
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