Misty Walker answered the phone before her mother could get it. She was sixteen, but she acted as if she was an adult, or at least she liked to think so.
“Hello?” she said. Her mother looked at her.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“This is she.” Misty said into the phone, ignoring her mother‘s question. “Who may I ask is calling?” She put her hand over the phone a moment later. “It’s Mr. Ménage from down the block.” she said. “They want me to baby-sit tonight. Is it okay?”
“Find out how much, first.” her mother told her. “Then ask how late it will be.”
“Okay, my mom wants to know how late I’ll be, and how much I get paid.” she said into the phone. A moment later, she said, “Four dollars an hour, and they want me from five until nine.”
“Tell them five bucks an hour, and I’ll say okay.” said her mother. “If they can afford sixteen dollars, they can afford twenty.”
Misty repeated it into the phone, then grinned and looked at her mother.
“They said okay, Mom. If I leave right now, I’ll just make it on time.” she said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Sure. Have a good time, okay?” Misty went over and gave her mother a peck on the cheek, then left the house and skipped down the street to the Ménage's house.
She knocked on the door, and Mr. Ménage answered it a moment later, buttoning his shirt. He was still in his boxers, and Misty could see how hairy his legs were. He stepped out of the doorway and invited her in.
“Thanks for coming on such short notice, Misty. As you can see, I’m running a little late.” he said. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge, and I should be back by nine or nine thirty.”
“Okay, Mr. Ménage. Where’s Pete?” she asked. Pete was his eleven-year-old son.
“Oh, you can call me Mike.” he replied. “Pete’s upstairs asleep already. He goes to his Grandparents‘ place in Minnesota in the morning. I hope you don‘t mind the excuse I used to get you over here, but I really needed some company tonight, before I go.” he said. “Would you come up with me for a moment? I might need you opinion on which tie to wear.”
“Sure, Mr. Ménage, I mean, Mike.” she said, following him up the stairs. She felt very important, calling him by his first name, and she liked having him value her opinion about which tie to wear. She didn‘t mind his deception in the least. “Where’s Mrs. Ménage?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m afraid she left me some time ago.” he said, sadly. “I guess she’s with someone else now.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” Misty said, shocked. “You poor man!”
“It’s just as well.” he said, rooting through his underwear drawer for a different pair of boxers. “She hadn’t slept with me for quite a while. She just used to tease me and leave me frustrated. At least she isn't doing that anymore. Are these okay?” he asked, holding up a pair of plaid ones.
“I guess so.” she said. “What do you mean, she used to tease you?”
“You know, she used to pretend to take her clothes off, stripper style, very provocative, and get me all worked up, then refuse to do anything after that.” he said. “Excuse me for a moment, I’m going to change into these.”
She turned around so he could change his underwear without her watching, but she saw anyway, in the mirror on the wardrobe door. His thing hung down between his legs, surrounded by hair. She’d never seen one before, and it gave her quite a thrill. She felt her nipples harden under her T-shirt, and hoped that they wouldn’t be too obvious when she turned around.
“Ok, I’m decent again.” he told her, so she turned back to face him once more. She was a little flushed, but she hid it well, and crossed her arms to hide her reaction.
“Did you like to watch her get undressed?” she asked, curious.
“Oh, yes, it really turns me on.” he said. “You know, the mystery revealed.” He knew Misty had seen him changing his shorts, and he thought he had seen her hard little nipples through her blouse before she crossed her arms. She was a hot little number!
“Oh, I see.” she said, knowingly. She wondered if he’d like to watch her get undressed, but kept it to herself. “So, where are you going tonight?” she asked, looking through the clothes in the closet. There were a lot of Mrs. Ménage clothes still in there, she noted. She looked at the sizes and saw that practically everything would fit her, as well.
“Oh, I thought about going out to a few singles bars and see if any of the girls would be interested in an old fart like me.” he said. “It’s probably a waste of time and money, but I have to try, right?”
“You’re very handsome, and I’m sure you’ll do fine!” she said. “You shouldn’t put yourself down like that!”
“Thanks, Misty, it feels good to have a beautiful young girl like you tell me things like that, but I think I’m going to skip it, after all. No sense making a fool of myself, right?” he said. “I’ll pay you for your time, and you can go home, okay?”
“Mr. Ménage!” she protested, but he held up his hand.
“Mike, remember?” he said. “You were going to call me Mike.”
“Okay, Mike, but I don't think you should give up so easily.” she said. “Besides, I was looking forward to trying on some of these clothes. They’re just my size!” Misty picked up a blue dress that was cut deeply down the front and held it up to herself, wondering how it would look on her.
“Well, sure, I don’t have any use for them.” he said. “They were Cindy’s. She left behind a bunch of her fancy lingerie, too. It’s in that drawer over there. You want to model for me? I’d really like that!”
“No, don’t be silly! I was thinking of trying them on while you were out!” she laughed, but then she saw the disappointed look on his face. “You were serious? You’d really want me to do it?” she asked.
“No, you're right, it was a silly idea.” he said. “You're too young, anyway.” He went over, took the slinky blue dress out of her hands, and hung it back up. “I guess I really am desperate if I’m hitting on the baby-sitter.” he mumbled. “Practically a baby herself! I should be ashamed!”
“I am not a baby!” she flared. “You go sit over there, and I’ll prove it to you!” She went over to the drawer and grabbed a handful of lingerie, then went into the closet and pulled the door halfway closed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, alarmed. Her top came flying out of the closet and landed near the chair he was sitting in.
“You just stay right there!” she told him. “You’ll see in a moment.” Her jeans were next, sailing out and landing on her blouse.
“Hey, uh, what are you wearing?” he asked. “You shouldn't be doing this, you’re too young!”
“You’ll see in a minute!” she said. “And, I’m not too young, either!”
“I think you are. You come out of there right this minute!”
“But I’m not ready!” she protested. “Hold on a second!”
“I said right now!” he told her sternly. “Come out here and put your own clothes back on.”
“Well, okay.” she said, resignedly. “I warn you though, I’m not fully dressed, yet.”
“I don't care, you can’t show me anything I’ve never seen before.” he told her. “Come out of there right now!”
Misty stepped out of the closet wearing just a bra and panties, both of which had belonged to his wife. Cindy was a C cup, while Misty was only a B, but the crotchless panties were a perfect fit. The stripe of wispy blonde pubic hair nearly hid her clit, but he could see a hint of it peeking out from between her labia.
“Oh! Oh, my.” he said, his eyes growing big. She giggled at his reaction.
“You like?” she asked, turning in a pirouette with her arms up over her head. He could see her tight little bare ass, and the sheer lace of the bra allowed a hint of her nipples to show through. He swallowed hard.
“Oh, Misty, you’re beautiful.” he whispered. She saw the crotch of his boxers begin to tent. “I had no idea!”
“So, you don’t think I’m too young anymore?” she asked, coming closer.
“That depends.” he said. “Are you just going to tease me with your body, like Cindy did?”
“Hell, no!” said Misty. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take off that bra, for starters.” he said. “It’s a little too big for you, anyway.” She smiled and reached around behind her back. She unhooked it, then turned and took it off, her back to him. He watched her drop it to the floor and turn around with her hands hiding her breasts.
“Do you still think I’m too young?” she asked. She slowly lowered her hands, swaying side to side as she approached. He looked at her firm young breasts, sitting high on her chest. She had tiny nipples surrounded by quarter-sized aureoles, and she teased them erect with her fingertips while he watched. “Do you?”
“I don’t know.” he told her. “Will you take my shorts off?” She smiled and went to her knees before him, then reached out and grasped the waistband of his boxers. He saw her hesitate, and smiled. “Maybe you are too young, after all.” he said. “Either that, or you’re just another tease like Cindy was.” She shook her head and pulled his shorts down.
He raised his hips to let them slide out from under his butt, and his erection sprang out and brushed her forehead. She ignored it and finished taking his shorts off.
“There! Now what do you think of that?” she asked, staring at his huge cock. It was at least ten inches long, and three inches thick.
“Very grown up of you.” he said. “Would you like to touch it? It won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“Oh, could I?” she asked, sounding excited. “I’ve never seen one this close, before.” She looked up at him coyly. “Maybe I shouldn’t, though. Maybe I am too young, after all.”
“Well, that’s up to you.” he said, nonchalantly. “I’m certainly not going to force you to do anything you aren’t ready for.” he told her. “I most certainly won’t try to talk you into sucking it, either.” He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. She looked up at him, dismayed.
“S-sucking on it?” she gulped. “Is that what grown-ups do?”
“Well, sure.” he told her. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not old enough after all. I should put it away.” he said.
“No! I guess maybe I am old enough. I was just teasing you.” she said. She took a deep breath and wrapped her fist around the base of it, then bent her head and took it in her mouth.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a girl! Suck on it a little, and then see if you can take the whole thing!” She did as he said, and managed to go down a little more than halfway. “Oh, God, that’s great, Misty! Now, go up and down on it for a minute.”
There was silence for a long moment, only interrupted by soft slurping sounds and his sighs of pleasure, until he let out a loud gasp.
“Oh, Misty, get ready, here it comes!” he said, and then her mouth was filled to overflowing with hot, salty fluid. “Swallow it!” he gasped. She gulped it down and immediately, her mouth was filled again. More of it leaked out of the corners of her mouth and dripped down onto the slope of her breasts before she swallowed it, as well.
She finished drinking it until he pushed her head away from his groin with a groan. She sat up and smiled at him, pushing a lock of her long, blonde hair out of her eyes.
“How was that?” she asked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth, but I'll do better next time, I promise.”
“Oh, you did fine.” he told her, gasping. “Come on, sit up here in my lap and let me clean you up a little.” She moved up and sat in his lap, letting him gather up the drops of his semen from her breasts on his fingers. “Here you go, little one.” he said, letting her lick it off his fingers. She turned to him for a kiss, and their lips met and lingered together for a long moment.
“Do you still think I’m too young?” she whispered, looking him straight in the eye. She bit her lip, a little nervous.
“Why, no.” he replied. “I think you’ve proved yourself to be old enough.” His hands were fondling her are breasts as he kissed her again. “Why do you ask, anyway?” he asked her. “Too young for what?”
“Oh, never mind.” she said. “You probably aren’t up for it, anyway.” she said, playfully.
“No, seriously, tell me.” he said, grinning. “I’m up for anything!”
“Well, as you might have guessed, I wore open panties for reason.” she told him. She wiggled her ass in his lap until she felt his cock nestle into her pubis. “So, are you up for it?”
“Oh, Misty, are you sure? I mean, its not like you’ve ever done this before, right?” he said. “Your first time... are you sure you want it to be with me?”
She just smiled at him and rubbed herself on his cock. He could feel the heat of her down there, and her moisture as well. His cock twitched against her, and she could feel it.
“I’m sure.” she said quietly. “Only, not like this, okay? Can we get on your bed and do it the right way?”
“Why?” he asked, picking her petite frame up a little. He shifted a bit, and when he set her down, she felt his cock enter her. “We’re already doing it like this!” She moved her legs to the arms of the chair and slid down on his pole a little further.
“Oh, God, it’s so big!” she moaned. He pulled her down a little more, and she flinched, feeling the pressure on her maidenhead.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight!” he sighed. He lifted her up again, then pulled her down onto him all the way, penetrating her to the hilt.
“Unngh, oh, God, that really hurts!” she cried out. “It hurts!” She lifted herself off him and got down from the chair, going over to the bed and laying down on it. She curled up in the fetal position and started crying.
Mike came over and sat next to her, then put his hand on her shoulder. He bent down and kissed the top of her head.
“Oh, Misty, I’m sorry.” he said gently. “You know I didn't mean to hurt you, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” she said, sniffling. “It’s okay, really. It’s supposed to hurt the first time, anyway. I just didn’t know how much. I’m feeling better, now, anyway.”
“Oh, good, I’m really glad to hear that.” he said. “So, you won’t... you know, tell anyone what we did?” he asked, concerned. “I could get in a lot of trouble if you told on me.”
She rolled over and looked up at him. “Why? You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do!” she said. “How could you get into trouble for that?”
“Well, the law says that you have to be a certain age to do this.” he explained. “Just how old are you, anyway?”
“I’m sixteen.” she told him. “That’s old enough, right?” She saw him looking down at her breasts, so she started playing with her nipples and smiled at him.
“Man, you’re so pretty.” he said, softly. “I could look at you all night.” She giggled and shook her head.
“I hope not!” she told him. “I have to be home at nine!”
“Oh, that’s right!” he said. “Well, we still have a couple more hours together, anyway.” He bent his head and licked her left nipple, making her gasp with pleasure. “Let’s make the best of them, shall we??”
“Oh, yes, let’s!” she said, rolling onto her back. He pushed her legs open, then began kissing his way down her belly. His hand was rubbing her pubic mound, then he slid one finger into her folds and found her opening. “Oh, Mr. Ménage, that feels really great!” she sighed. His kisses were on her lower belly now, and he moved around until he was between her legs.
She felt his mouth slide down through her pubic hair, that thin stripe of wispiness, then he was kissing her pussy. He licked up the length of her slit and tickled her clit with his tongue. She bucked her hips upward and thrust herself against his mouth, gasping for air.
He continued licking her until she was moaning and rocking her hips rhythmically, then he slid up her body and kissed her on the lips.
“Are you ready to try again?” he asked, reaching down and sliding the head of his cock up and down her pussy until he found her opening. “I really don't think it will hurt this time.” he said, fitting it inside her.
“Go ahead.” she whispered, preparing herself for more pain. This time, she was determined to go through with it, no matter how much it hurt. “I’m ready!” she told him, looking deep into his eyes.
He returned her gaze steadily, loving how brave she was for trying this again so soon. He slid it into her and felt her grip his cock with a tightness unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
“Unngh, oh God!” she moaned, tossing her head from side to side.
“Does it hurt?” he asked. “I can stop if you want.”
“No, don’t stop!” she said. “It doesn’t hurt; it feels really good!” She thrust her hips up into his as he sank to the hilt inside her. She had a little sore spot inside, but she could easily ignore that compared to the other sensations that were overwhelming her. She felt him pull it out, then he began doing it, pistoning his big cock into her tight little orifice with slowly increasing tempo.
He gritted his teeth and felt her writhing under him as she came, her mouth open in a silent scream of joy and pleasure. At the last possible second, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, gasping for breath. His cock stood straight up in the air, bright red and throbbing.
“Oh, wow, I had no idea I could feel this wonderful!” Misty sighed, relaxing on her back with her eyes closed. “Thank you so much, Mr. Ménage!”
“Call me Mike.” he said, looking at her with his head turned to the side. “When you call me Mr. Ménage, it just makes me feel old.”
“Okay, Mike, I’ll try to remember.” she promised. “And please don’t worry; I’ll always keep this a secret, I promise. I would never do anything to get you in trouble.”
“Thank you, Misty, that’s very grown up of you.” he said, kissing her again. He took his time with it, enjoying the way she danced her tongue against his, and fondled her breasts. “Would you like to suck it again?” he asked her, indicating his erection.
She sat up and looked at it, then smiled at him and slid down on the bed until her face was only inches away from it. With no hesitation, she opened her mouth and went down on him, going almost all the way on the first try. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, then she felt him stiffen and she knew he was about to come.
“Oh, God, Misty, get ready!” he warned, and a moment later he spurted it into her mouth again. She was better prepared this time, and was able to swallow it every time he pumped her mouth full. She gulped it all down, then sat up with a big smile on her face.
“How was that, Mr., uh, Mike?” she asked. “Was that better this time?”
“Oh, my God, Misty, that might have been the best blowjob I’ve ever had!” he told her. “You’ve definitely got the tightest snatch I’ve ever been in! It’s me who should be thanking you, you know.”
She grinned proudly as he praised her. “Aw, come on, Mike, I know you can’t mean that!” she said. “It was my first time, and you’ve been with women who have had years of practice, so quit pulling my leg!”
“No, no, I mean it!” he protested. “You really enjoy sucking on it, don’t you?” he asked. “I can tell!”
“Well, sure, but...” she said, but he held up his hand to stop her.
“Misty, I’m telling you the truth, it makes a big difference that you enjoy it so much. Most women only do it because they have to, but you like it, so you just naturally do it better than they do.” he said. My wife Cindy refused to do it.”
“Why don’t they like it?” she asked, puzzled. “Is there something wrong with doing it?”
“No, nothing, but they get their heads filled with all sorts of nonsense, like it’s dirty, or sinful, or a hundred other reasons. It’s all bullshit, of course, but once they get these silly notions in their heads, it’s almost impossible to convince them that it’s actually fun.”
“That’s too bad.” said Misty. “It is really fun. I especially like the taste of your stuff!” She smacked her lips and grinned. “Say, how long do I have to wait before I can do it again?”
“Jeez, Misty, a little while, at least.” he told her. “Maybe I’m good for one more time tonight, but maybe not.” he told her. “I just did it twice in the last hour. That’s a lot for a guy my age.”
“Oh.” she said, sounding disappointed. “Would it help if I played dress up again?” He looked at her and smiled.
“Sure it would, Misty, and this time I promise not to make you stop, okay? You can get as dolled up as you like.”
“Cool!” she said. “I’ll be right back!” She got up and went into the closet.
He heard her rummaging around in there, and a few minutes later, she came out wearing a green backless dress that came down to her mid-thigh.
“Do you like this one?” she asked, twirling so that it flared out and showed a lot more of her long legs. The neckline dropped way down and exposed quite a bit of cleavage.
“Oh, yes, Misty, now take it off!” he said huskily. “Take it off nice and slow!” Her eyes twinkled as she pushed the shoulder straps down, then reached around and unzipped the back of it.
She let it slip down and exposed her breasts to his feasting eyes, then pushed the elastic waist down and let it fall to the floor. All she had on was a pair of light green silk panties. She turned her back to him and pushed them down, bending forward slightly and opening her legs a little.
“God, Misty, have I told you how beautiful you are?” he said, smiling at her. “You really are, you know.”
“Is it working?” she asked, sneaking a peek at his crotch. She saw that he was still limp and frowned. “Guess I’ll have to put on a different outfit.”
“Okay.” he said, smiling. “Any one you want!”
She stood up and went back into the closet, but to her surprise, he came in there with her a moment later.
“Mike, what are you doing?” she asked, surprised. He grinned, and put his hands on her shoulders.
“I like you better naked.” he told her. “Come on out and get on the bed with me, okay?”
“Uh, sure.” she agreed, and followed him out of the closet. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, there's only one place I haven’t been in you.” he told her. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She did as he said, and he went down on her again, only this time, he was licking and probing at her asshole.
“Mike, wait!” she said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking the last of your virginity.” he told her. “The last of your unexplored orifices.”
“You’re going to put it in there?” she asked, shocked. “Will it even fit?”
“Sure, it will, Misty, your body can stretch to accommodate almost anything.” he told her. “Besides, just the notion of giving to you for the first time like this has really gotten me hard again!”
“Wow, I can see that!” she said, once again awed by the size of him. She saw him open a drawer in the table next to the bed and take out a tube of something. “What's that?” she asked curiously.
“It’s just a little lube to smoothen things up.” he said, applying a drop of it to his finger. He put his finger inside her butt, and spread it around in there, then he took a little more and smeared it on his cock.
“Are you ready?” he asked, putting it up against her brown eye. She bit her lip and nodded, so he pushed it into her.
She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, but it didn’t hurt, so she let him finish shoving it all the way in.
“Ohh, that’s nice.” he groaned. “You're so fuckin’ tight everywhere!”
“You’re still going to come in my mouth, right?” she asked. “I really do like the taste of it.”
“Sure, honey, anything you want.” he agreed. “Just let me make you come like this first, okay? He stroked it in and out of her tight little ass, both his hands on her hips to guide her in the proper motion, but she didn’t really need it. She was rocking her ass back into each of his thrusts all on her own.
“Unngh, God, this feels great!” she said. “How do you know all this stuff?
“I learned it in college.” he said, grunting as he fucked her. “I was in the Omega’s, and we had sex with the Delta girls in every way you can imagine!”
Misty began shaking and bucking her hips wildly as she came, and he had to pull out a moment later, or he would have shot off into her ass. She wanted to suck it, though, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. He got in front of her and offered his cock to her mouth, and she wasted no time sucking him off.
Again she swallowed every drop, then he collapsed and closed his eyes.
“That’s it, Misty, I’m afraid I’m done for the night.” he said. “Thanks for everything, but I’m going to go to sleep now, okay?”
“Sure, Mike.” she said softly. “Sweet dreams!”
“You can let yourself out, right?” he asked, his eyes still closed.