CHAPTER FIVE
Jason
I went through the motions of the day like a zombie. I don’t see Katy at school much because we’re on completely different tracks. The brunette’s with the normal kids, kids who have a shot at going to college, kids who are smart and have after-school tutors to help them puzzle through their classes, do their homework for them if need be. By contrast, I’m on the “vocational” track, or the path for those kids who aren’t headed to college, no way, we’re gonna be mechanics, steelworkers, A/C repairmen, plumbers, all the good shit.
Because college is fine and all, but it’s not for me. I’m not into books or classes, I’m into working with my hands, making things, looking back on something I created with a sense of pride and accomplishment. So yeah, I’m grateful to Brent for hooking me up with the union, it’s a perfect fit with where I see my life going. And I know I’m lucky that Brent stopped by my tent that first day to make conversation.
But I’m a lost boy no more, I’m a man, hard, muscled, on a solid path with the prospect of a steady paycheck, and needs. And god, but those needs were driving me crazy now. The entire day I thought of nothing but Katy at school, how I planned on getting her naked, those big boobies bouncing, those wide hips so sensuous and curvy, parting the thickness until her pink cunt was revealed. And fuck, the things that I was going to do to that pussy … fuck, I had a slight hard-on just thinking about it and it was only sixth period.
So I forced myself to get back to woodshop, to focus on my cabinets. Most of the other kids were crafting boxes, planters, things for beginners that didn’t take much more than two pieces of wood slapped together. But I love true artistry, so I was building cabinets that we could install in the mobile home complete with raised panel doors, custom handles, and beveled glass to show-off fancy dishware. Shit, we didn’t have the crystal vases and dainty porcelain yet, but I was waiting for the day when we’d have enough to buy it all for Katy, treat my best girl to the finest things in life, give her everything she deserved.
Hands busy, I focused on the project in front of me, scrutinizing my work closely, glazing the wood with a deep oak varnish, classy yet utilitarian at once, something you might see in a decorator’s magazine. But once the bell rang, I ripped off my mask and put down the spray can, bolting to the door. Because it was time. Hell yeah, it was time to make Katy mine and I could hardly wait, dick stiff, eyes on fire as I drove like a wild man all the way home, tearing around corners, rubber squealing as the pedal hit the metal.
And whaddya know, she wasn’t back yet so I cleaned up a little, putting a couple dishes away, making my bed, picking up dirty laundry on the ground in my room. I’m not a slob but I’m not neat either and I wanted my first time with my best girl to be special, even if it was nothing more than having a tidy place to relax, to feel comfortable. And when the front door opened, my beautiful brunette stepping inside, things were ready.
“Hi,” Katy said breathlessly, turning to look at me with a smile, her pink lips so tantalizing, so gorgeous.
My dick turned to iron. How the fuck did this happen? The girl hadn’t said anything more than “hi,” yet I was on my knees already, ready to do her bidding, give her the moon, jump as high as she wanted. Struggling to stay in control, I shot her a deceptively easy smile.
“Hey yourself,” I rumbled, leaning a hip against the kitchenette, crossing my arms over my chest. The movement made my t-shirt pull across my broad chest, muscled arms bulging as they folded, strong, assertive, and masculine. And Katy’s indrawn breath, the way her breasts rose, pupils dilating told me everything I needed to know. The brunette wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and more than that, she was already hot, mere seconds into seeing me, her body preparing itself to harbor a man, taste a man’s dick, nestle him deep in her folds.
There was no point in beating around the bush.
“Good to go, baby girl?” I rumbled, arching an eyebrow at her.
She flushed because there was no mistaking what I was asking. I wasn’t getting ready to eat a snack or talk about our days, I was inviting her to get naked and explore each other’s bodies. I half-expected her to dawdle, to make some excuse, but instead the brunette took a deep breath, those huge tits lifting, and looked me straight in the eye.
“Your room or mine?” she asked, her tone direct even though her body was soft, wobbly, inviting.
And I chuckled deep in my chest.
“Mine, baby girl,” I rumbled. “Let’s do it in mine because I have a reinforced bed frame … which is perfect for what I want to do to you.”
She gasped immediately, cheeks growing even more heated, the flush spreading down to her chest, nips poking at me like rocks through her t-shirt. Oh god, what was it with girls’ t-shirts? Men’s t-shirts are often loose and have an actual “T” shape but the women’s cut she wore hugged every curve, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, nipples jutting out proudly, emphasizing that tiny waist. Fuck, even the sight of my girl in a t-shirt was enough to blow the top of my head off, make me salivate and thrum like a sports car ready to race.
So she followed me into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly before sauntering to the wooden headboard. Oh yeah, I’d made this bed in woodshop with my bare hands, carefully hewing the logs, sanding them down, connecting them with special joists, unique hinges that could handle my massive weight, handle both of us if we went at it hard, bouncing up and down. And reading my mind, she shot me a coy smile.
“Did you have us in mind when you made this bed?” she breathed sweetly, flirtatiously, those brown eyes warm, pools of chocolate I could melt into. “Did you think of me?”
My dick popped out full force then, painful against the tight denim.
“Fuck yes,” I ground out hoarsely. “I’ve dreamed of this day baby girl, and I can’t believe it’s finally here.”
Katy’s eyes flashed then, filled with emotion, with longing, with need.
“I know, Jason, I know,” she murmured, coming to stand in front of me, one small hand trailing down my chest before draping softly around my neck. Oh god, it felt so good to be this close to her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever invaded her personal space before, and the heat rolled off that curvy form in waves, making my big body hum in her presence, harden and stiffen with need, my dick brushing against her soft tummy. But before we began, I put both hands on her shoulders, heavy, commanding, and rumbled deep in my chest.
“Baby, I’m dying for you but I have to know,” I started. “What did you do with Brent yesterday?”
Katy gasped immediately, stepping back, eyes wide and shocked.
“Wh-why?” she stammered. “Why do you have to know? It’s private, it’s between me and him. Besides, what good is it going to do?”
I shook my head miserably, body aching but mind whirling.
“Honey, I heard you in the shower yesterday and it was clear you were having a good time. I have to know,” I rasped again. “Because I want to be even better.”
She shook her head vehemently again, boobs bobbling.
“No Jason,” she said, placing her small hand on my chest again. Oh god, it was so tiny and white, and that one touch made my body sizzle, turned me into a caveman. But she continued, undeterred. “You don’t have to be better Jason, there’s no better, there’s only different. You’re two different people, I would never compare you and Brent.”
But I was stubborn.
“Honey,” I ground out, “I know you want to be fair, that you’re not comparing but there’s a masculine part of me that’s always in competition. I have to know what he did to you, I want to do better, I’m gonna make it better for you,” I said fiercely. “Trust me, it’s a competition between alphas, you’d never understand.”
And she shook her head again.
“But this isn’t the wild where males fight each other for the right to mate a woman. I’m here, I’m willing, I want you,” she breathed, leaning in close. “Please, let this go, it’s not good for you, it’s not good for us.”
But I’m a stubborn mofo, so I didn’t give up. Instead I tried to worm information out of her, going at it indirectly.
“Tell me how you started,” I cajoled. “What did you do in the shower?”
And Katy closed her eyes for a moment, in frustration and doubt, shaking her head mutely.
“You think you know what you’re doing,” she admonished softly, her big brown eyes pleading with me. “But it’s not going to help to know. Trust me, it’s going to do no good. But if you have to know, I was shaving my pussy when he came in.”
Blood surged to my groin then because fuck, Katy shaved her pussy? I’d pictured that sweet snatch so many times but never in my wildest dreams did I think that she kept herself bare as a baby, sweet and nubile, those folds soft and creamy.
“What is it Jase?” she asked softly, reading my mind. “You think I don’t do any personal grooming?” she teased lightly.
Dark streaks appeared against my cheekbones, my jaw tight, breathing ragged.
“Baby girl,” I rasped, my eyes hungry on her form. “I’m happy with however you are, hairy, non-hairy, a landing strip, no landing strip, whatever you like is whatever I’ll love. But fuck honey, no hair at all, pink and creamy? Show me,” I rasped, my eyes desperate now, dying to see her.
And with a sweet smile, she brushed her hand against my jaw before trailing a finger against her knee.
“Your wish is my command,” she whispered, and with that, began to inch the denim skirt upwards.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, my heartbeat began to race with every centimeter of creamy thigh that appeared, those ham hocks thick and full, so heavy and filled with juice it took all my self-control not to sink onto my knees right then and cover them with kisses, taste that sweet flesh. And Katy giggled.
“Get ready, Jase, because you’re in for a surprise,” she whispered, lifting her skirt all the way up until the base of her pussy peeked out, those swollen lips wet, already glistening with moisture.
“Yes, you do that to me,” she breathed. “I wanted you so bad that I had to take my panties off at lunch today, they were soaked through, so damp and wet. I need you, I want you, look at me, Jason, look what you do to me.”
And as I watched, mesmerized, she parted her thighs slightly, squatting a bit and I could see that the insides of her legs were smeared with cream, the evidence of her arousal.
“Fuck little girl, all day today?” I rasped hoarsely, a finger going out to trace over that damp flesh in circles, sample the pussy cream on her leg.
“All day,” she confirmed, nodding her head slowly. “All day Jase, I’ve been dripping from the thought of being with you, feeling you in me.”
And as I watched, mesmerized, another bead of juice edged out from her slit, joining the nectar on her leg and in a slow motion, I rubbed the ambrosia into her skin, the scent of her arousal pungent, heady around us. I took a deep breath, loving the scent of Katy’s cunt, ready to burrow myself into her. But I wanted more, I wanted to see exactly what she’d done.
“Show me how you shave,” I rasped deeply in my throat. “Show me how you do it.”
And the brunette tittered again. My weird request didn’t sound so weird now that we were being intimate.
“Well first,” she began, reaching a hand between her legs and squatting more. Oh god, even that movement was so alluring, so dirty that I almost lost it, ready to throw her onto the bed in an instant, ravage her without any niceties. But Katy was on a roll and smiled at me again, eyes coy. “First, I pull my pussy apart like this,” she said, demonstrating by putting a finger on each side of her labia and opening herself to me, letting me see those moist walls, the hotly gleaming pink channel. And my dick lost it slightly then, letting go with a tiny spurt, a small gush of pre-cum soaking my jeans. The restriction of the stiff denim was fucking annoying and I unzipped my pants, letting my boner pop out, its full ten inches stiff, massive and imposing in the small space between us.
Katy gasped when she saw it, mouth dropping open a bit, eyes going liquid, filled with want and need. But she was having too much fun to stop.
“And then,” she continued coyly. “I take a razor like so,” she said, miming holding an imaginary razor in her hand, “and pull it up this lip, and then that lip, making sure I get a close shave.”
I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t stop myself. Fisting my dick with one hand, I trailed the fingers of my other through her sweet snatch, catching that hot pussy juice on my digits, feeling her swollen, pulsing folds.
“Like this?” I breathed, our foreheads almost touching as we looked down at our dirty play, my big hand caressing that beautiful vagina. “Like this?”
She moaned, throwing her head back, panting.
“Yes, exactly like that,” she managed through small gasps. “Exactly like that.”
I chuckled deep in my throat. I wasn’t the only one walking a tightrope, Katy wanted this as badly as I did and was ready for me to fuck her, there was no mistaking the hot cream on my hand, the way her clit was so big, so stiff, pulsing in the air as she spread herself for me. But I still hadn’t had enough of our loveplay.
“And then what next?” I ground out, my eyes all over that luscious body. “Tell me what you do next.”
And here, she got a saucy look in her eye.
“Well, I don’t just shave my pussy, I shave … you know, in back.”
My dick punched out once more at those words. She shaved her asshole? That illicit brown pucker was bare and winking, free of any hairs for me?
And Katy nodded, confirming.
“Yes, I shave back there but it’s hard,” she said, mock complaining, eyes dancing. “It’s hard to reach around yourself and my hand gets all twisted, it’s so awkward. And yesterday, I ran out of time with … well you know, Brent. So do you want to do it now, big boy? Wanna shave my anus, honey, all around my sweet spot?”
The mention of Brent’s name jolted me rudely, bringing a slight nasty feeling, but fuck, the sex haze was so strong, so arousing, that I swallowed, forcing the bile down. Because I knew how to even the field.
“Baby,” I ground out. “Brent took your pussy cherry, but I’m taking your ass,” I rasped.
And instead of looking shocked or annoyed, Katy just smiled at me sweetly.
“It’s yours,” she promised. “See? There’s enough of me to go around, you’re good at sharing,” she praised, making my chest puff out with pride. “But first,” she murmured, “you’ve got to shave me.”
And my dick spurted again on its own, pre-cum shooting out involuntarily, coating her leg, dripping down her calf.
“Oh!” mewled my girl, looking down. “Looks like your pole wants me, wants me bad.”
“It does,” I confirmed, breathing hard. “It does. But honey, yeah, I’ll shave you first, it’d be my honor.”
And in two seconds, I strode to the bathroom and was back, a razor in one hand plus a small cup of water and some shaving cream.
“Bend over,” I commanded. “Put your hands on the bedpost and bend over.”
This time, Katy shimmied out of her skirt, lifting her t-shirt over her head so that she was completely nude now, every pink bit winking, jiggling, before turning around and placing her small hands on the sturdy oak post, bending over and bumping her butt a bit, those big fleshy orbs jouncing up and down.
“Like this, Jase?” she breathed, coyly looking at me over her shoulder. “Like this?” And with another wiggle of her hips, she angled her legs wider so that she was bared from clit to asshole, everything so beautiful, nubile, wet and all for me.
And I couldn’t help myself. With a deep groan, I pressed my face to her behind and licked all the way from bottom to top, drinking the cream, sucking her juice from her hole before finishing with a flick to her asshole with my tongue.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, head dropping between her shoulders, knees growing weak and shivery. “Ohhhh!”
I chuckled deeply, massaging her haunches with big fists.
“Get ready baby girl, because I haven’t even started,” I growled, and with that, I spurted some shaving cream into my hand before bringing it to her luscious butt, massaging sensuously, in small circles around her back hole.
“Ohhh!” she moaned throatily again, eyes closed, hips wriggling a bit. “Oh!”
I chuckled.
“Baby, I haven’t even touched that pucker yet, you think you can hold on?” I ground out. “Because here goes.”
And with gentle hands, I slipped a finger to that dark star, gently stroking it, feeling the soft pleats tense under my hand before relaxing, the hole so tight, so arousing, begging me to touch more, to sample.
“Fuck, you’re so small,” I ground out. “Fuck.”
Katy just mewled beneath me, eyes closed, big boobs pendulous and huge as they swung beneath her torso.
“Please,” she panted. “Please, Jase, please.”
“Please what?” I grunted, my eyes glued to her juicy ass, those big cheeks bountiful and white, highlighted by the brown pucker in the middle and the creamy slit down below. “Please this?” I asked, circling her anus once more before pressing my finger against it.
“Oh!” she whined, breathless, tossing her head back with ecstasy. “Yes!”
“Yes is right,” I growled, “because I’m not even in yet. Come on baby, relax, let Daddy into your sweetness, let me feel you in back,” I cajoled.
Katy tried to relax, taking deep breaths, inhaling heavily and then exhaling with a gust.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Yeah, just like that,” and with a little bit of worming, a bit of screwing into her center, I was able to pop through her tight sphincter and bury myself one knuckle up into that musty back door. The smell of her female essence surrounded us, so heavy and enticing that I inhaled deeply, losing myself in her spice, the unmistakable arousal that was the beautiful brunette.
And I began running my finger in and out, slowly at first, gently testing her back door before edging another finger in to join the first, stretching out that sweetness, preparing her for me.
“That’s right, honey,” I growled, pressing my lips to her ass. “I’m big and you’re small back here, so I want to stretch you out, I want you to be ready for me.”
And she mewled again, wordless, in the thralls of pleasure. Her ass contracted against my fingers before relaxing once more and I could tell Katy was consciously trying to let go, to let her body enjoy the sweet slide of my digits.
“That’s it,” I complimented again. “Give yourself up because it feels good, doesn’t it, little butt slut? You’ve never been touched here before, never had a man slide his fingers deep into your anus.”
And with that the girl’s moans crescendoed into a full-on whine of pure ecstasy, unable to hold back anymore. Because Katy came full force then, her ass clamping around my fingers once, hard, before letting go in a shower of tremors, each more vivid than the last, her plump body shaking, shivering with each spasm.
“Oh god!” she shrieked, lifting that perfect profile to the skies, lips slightly parted, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy. “Oh god!”
And I kissed her haunches as I tunneled my fingers in deep, the hefty flesh squeezing me again and again as she shattered, gasping and screaming, those big boobs swaying to and fro as she struggled to maintain her balance, gripping the headboard, elbows locked.
“Umph,” I grunted, lapping her butt cheeks once more. “That’s it baby girl, let it all out, let it all out.”
And she threw her head back once more and shrieked again, loud, before dissolving into a series of small shudders.
“Oh god Jase, oh god oh god,” she panted, head dropping between her shoulders, haunches quivering and jerking. “Oh god!”
And finally, things calmed a bit, her breathing growing more even, stilling, that sweet, sleek form glistening with a sheen of sweat. It was only then that the pretty brunette looked over her shoulder, shy despite what had happened, with my digits still locked deep in her body.
“Jason,” she murmured. “That was amazing … but there’s more right? I mean,” and here she colored, “fingers don’t count right?”
And my cock popped out like a fucking jack in the box, ready to take, to own, to control. Because Katy was right, a finger fucking doesn’t count, and I was more than ready to do my duty.