A Young girl and an old man fine sexual pressure through engaging in some very unorthodox erotic activity
Frit77
INTRODUCTION
It had been a short day at school, and fortunately the last day of school too.
Summer vacation had just started and so, for the next two months and change, I was to be completely free of everything connected with the high school I attend.
My name is Katie McNally, I’m 14 years old and had just completed my freshman year of high school.
I’m biracial, the product of an interracial marriage.
My mother is black, my father is white.
I have physical attributes of both the white and black races.
At 5 foot 5 inches tall, I have beautiful light brown skin and freckles across my nose.
I have long, slinky, shiny black hair and blue eyes. And everybody says they shine like two polished sapphires.
I was so glad to have the next two and a half months or so off to relax and have fun.
Things can get pretty stressful for a girl in her first year of high school who’s been moved to classes for exceptional students because her grades are so good.
That was me: the Golden Girl. So, hopefully I will be going places in life because of my performance at school.
I of course felt this was a very important honor and an incredible chance for me.
Because, believe me, I was painfully aware of how so many black people have been held back by our institutionally racist society.
If this top-notch education I was getting could help me become the adult I wished to be…
If it could make it possible for me to make something of myself in this world…
Then all the struggle and all the hard work I put into keeping my grade point average up will have been worth it.
That’s what I kept telling myself throughout the school year, especially when the workload seemed overwhelming.
On top of that, I never ceased to keep reminding myself how lucky I was.
Good fortune had smiled upon my family in a way it does for very few people of color.
We got a miraculous break when my father came into some big money, thanks to a huge inheritance.
It really is an incredible fortune. And it permitted us to get out of the ghetto and have a better life.
As a result of that, I felt it was my obligation to do something with this chance I’d been given at a better future.
This was my one and only opportunity to achieve upward mobility and “climb the ladder of success” as they say.
And you better believe I was working hard at school to make sure I had an excellent record for college.
Unfortunately that meant that I didn’t have time for much of a social life.
Even though some very nice white boys had asked me out, I always turned them down.
Not because I’m prejudiced against them, you understand, but because I was always too focused on my school work to have time for a boyfriend.
Honestly, I didn’t even have any female friends to hang out with.
The bitter reality was that more often than not, I was so busy with homework and school work that I didn’t have time to do anything with anyone, even though I wanted to.
I guess you could say that being an over-achiever kind of destroyed my chance to be popular at school.
I’d be a moral hypocrite if I didn’t tell you that I did attend one white boy’s birthday party where things in his pool got kind of sexy and hot.
But that turned out to be a disaster. Because it gave me a reputation as being… well… a slut.
So now I was careful to avoid parties where I thought things might get raunchy or out of hand.
As the saying goes: Once bitten, twice shy.
Nevertheless, make no mistake about it… I was horny as all hell and I was ready, willing and able to have at least one wild, forbidden sexual experience.
In fact I had fantasies about doing something really taboo. But I also knew, for the sake of my reputation, that if anything like that ever happened, it would have to be very, very, very discreet.
Maybe having some old guy tie me up and do all kinds of dirty things to me, and then kind of falling in love with him, may seem to most people like the most twisted perverted thing imaginable.
But when my opportunity for sexual pleasure came along, that was exactly what occurred.
And God forgive me… when all this took place, I loved every minute of it.
Somehow, the feeling of being helpless—while someone who society says should never touch me in a sexual way did so—seemed so deliciously perverted and indecent that I found it positively scintillating.
I know, I know that’s more than a little sick.
But, as it turned out, it was precisely what I needed in my life.
As strange as it sounds, that perverted sex filled a void in my life and in my heart and permitted me to have some fun.
More importantly, it was what the old man who made love to me needed as well.
You know, I’m grateful to that old man who made this possible.
He has given me forbidden memories that constantly run through my mind now, as I relive them over and over and over again in my mind.
Best of all, it’s not over yet.
The relationship I have with that old man is an ongoing thing as I write this in the summer of 2026.
This is the story of how what I’ve just described actually became a reality.
Oh, I haven’t gone into any detail about it yet.
But believe me, I intend to do so in this tell-all account.
When it comes to tales like this, I guess it’s always best to begin at the beginning.
So… here goes:
THE NICE OLD MAN NEXT DOOR
It started when I got dropped off by the school bus on the corner of my stop.
As usual I walked home, down our lush green tree-shaded street and onto our front porch.
I arrived home from school at about 1:30 pm.
Because—as I’ve already mentioned—this was the last day of school. So, we only had half a day.
I checked our mailbox, but there was nothing in it.
We lived in the lovely, middle-class suburban town of Lexington, Massachusetts.
When my father got that aforementioned huge inheritance from my Uncle Joe (who left absolutely everything to him in his will), we moved here from Detroit.
I was kind of sad to leave my friends, but Detroit was never a very nice place.
And there were always bad things happening. Like drug deals and drive-by shootings and other dangerous things that made it impossible for someone like me to lead a normal life and avoid getting into trouble.
I think that just like my mother and father, I wanted to get away from that place even if it meant leaving what few friends I had in Detroit.
Oh! How my parents raved about this town.
I’ll never forget how happy they were as they read about it online when they were searching for a nice neighborhood in which to live.
The computer information they found said:
Lexington Massachusetts is an incredibly beautiful, highly upscale, and historic suburb.
Located just 15 miles northwest of Boston. It is known as the “Birthplace of American Liberty.”
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It beautifully blends the charm of 18th century America and the ideals of the Revolutionary War era with an affluent, modern, and well-kept upper middle class community of friendly people.
Lexington also features top-tier schools, stunning, quaint picturesque shops and stores, clean, well-kept streets and beautiful parks in lovely suburban neighborhoods.
I have to say my folks made the right choice in moving here.
It is so different from ,and so much better than ,the terrible places we lived in when we were in Detroit and didn’t have a lot of money.
And because of the gangs, it was too dangerous to walk home from school in that wreck of a city.
Here in Lexington, we found a peaceful, law-abiding community.
In Detroit, you heard gun shots and the wail of police, ambulance and fire engine sirens all night long.
Here, you hardly ever hear a police siren, and kids like me could walk home without our parents worrying about them being extorted or attacked or worse.
So anyway… getting back to my story.
As soon as I got home from school for, pretty much, the rest of the summer…
I dropped my bag on my bed in my room, took off my shoes and headed to the kitchen.
I got a Coke from the fridge to cool me off, cause the days had started to get hot, like they do every year in June.
I heard some noises coming from the backyard so I walked towards the kitchen window to see what it might be.
I peeked through the blinds and saw a familiar sight.
Mr. Miller was weeding and clipping his garden.
He is a large man who kinda reminds me of Santa Claus because he has a big white beard.
He is 66 years old and a retired school teacher.
He has been widowed for 8 years now.
Mr. Miller does a lot of yard work; he works hard on other things around his property too. He always seems to be tinkering with something.
Looking out my window at him, watching him work in the blazing sun, I felt like I wanted to help him somehow.
His shirt was getting soaked from perspiration, but he was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts so at least his skin could breathe.
He already had a pretty good suntan so I don’t think he was worried about being burned by the sun.
Still, I decided to give Mr. Miller a treat.
So, I grabbed an extra soda from the fridge, put on a pair of old athletic shoes, stepped out into my backyard, and crossed over into his.
Our backyards weren’t separated by any kind of fence or anything, so, as I so often did whenever I saw him working in his yard, I just walked right over and struck up a conversation with him.
Mr. Miller was caught by surprise when I tapped him on the shoulder. “Hi, Mr. Miller. I brought you something to drink.”
“Oh, hi, Katie. You startled me. And thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.
Are you on your summer vacation yet?” He asked me as he started putting some of his garden tools away in his tool box.
“Yes, Mr. Miller. School is out. I’m free to do whatever I want for the rest of June and all of July and most of August. As you know I’m an honor student and it’s good to get away from the pressure of my teacher’s expectations for a while.”
Mr. Miller nodded as he took a sip of his Coke.
“Why don’t we get out of the sun? I have to finish working on my truck. You can keep me company in the garage.”
I nodded and followed Mr. Miller to his garage.
I had made a point of keeping this lonely old man company ever since my folks and I moved into the house next door to his 3 months ago.
As I followed Mr. Miller into his garage, a miniature rake fell out of his toolbox and I watched him bend down to pick it up.
I was going to get it for him, but before I could grab it, Mr. Miller said: “It’s okay, Katie. I’ll get that.” As he squatted down to pick it up.
When he did this, one of his testicles slipped out the right side of his shorts.
I couldn’t help but look.
I realized at that moment that Mr. Miller wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The pants legs of his shorts were extremely short and loose, so his testicle just kind of peeked out from underneath his pants dleg.
I couldn’t help thinking to myself what nice big balls Mr. Miller must have.
“Katie, what’s so interesting?” he said, as I realized that I was staring at a private part of his body.
Mr. Miller then looked down and realized that I could see something that I shouldn’t be seeing.
He got up and we put the stuff down in the shed next to the garage.
The hood of his truck was open, and tools and equipment were laying on a workbench to the side.
“I’m going to get out of my school clothes,” I told Mr. Miller.
“My mom will get angry if these get dirty while I help you.” I further explained.
Mr. Miller then removed his shirt and wiped the sweat off his brow.
The top button on his cutoff jeans was unbuttoned too.
Naked now from the waist up, he let his Santa Claus belly hang out.
His chest was covered in thick gray hair, all soaked in sweat.
He looked me over and smiled.
Then he laid down on the creeper he had set up in front of the truck and slid underneath it using that device.
I ran back to my house to strip off my school clothes and replaced them with a thin tee shirt and the bottom of a two-piece bathing suit I liked to wear.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how sexy I was.
I decided to give that old man next door a real treat, something a hell of a lot better than soda.
I hesitated for a moment and then made the decision to take my bra off.
My titties had begun to blossom somewhat, and I wanted to show off my budding nubbies even if it was to just an old man.
Besides it was too hot to wear a bra for the rest of the day. So the bra came off, thus freeing my jiggly little titties.
All this running around was getting me hot too. Not in a sexual way… I was just getting overheated.
Still, checking out my tits in my bedroom wardrobe mirror, I noticed that the material of this tee shirt I was wearing was so thin that you could clearly see the outline of my nipples on it.
‘That’s all right,’ I thought to myself, ‘it will give Mr. Miller something to see since I already saw one of his balls.’
Then I turned around and craned my neck back to look into the mirror and check out my ass.
That bathing suit bottom was so tight. It really showed off my ass cheeks. I mean, it was form fitting.
Quite frankly the way it hugged my buns and showed off the cleft of my ass left little to the imagination.
‘Perhaps this bathing suit bottom had gotten a bit too small for me,’ I thought to myself.
But so what if I could show Mr. Miller my nipples? Why not show him my ass cheeks and the crack between them too?
When I ran back outside so scantily clad, I wanted that old man to eat me up with his eyes.
When I got to where he was, Mr. Miller was still underneath his truck.
So I squatted down next to him and tried to see what he was doing underneath the truck.
But even with me squatting right next to him, it was too dark to really see under his truck.
He had an electric lantern under there but that was only to give him enough light to work.
“Why don’t you tell me how the last day of school went, Katie?” He said from under his vehicle.
I noticed a different tone in his voice but I couldn’t tell what that meant.
“Well, we didn’t have anything to do, it being the last day of school and all… We were all just waiting for the bell to ring. All the kids just wanted to start summer vacation as soon as possible,” I giggled.
Mr. Miller’s zipper had gotten half undone as he went under the truck. Although it was dark, I could easily see some of his thick, gray pubic hairs sticking out of his half unzipped fly.
I knew his cock must be close by.
Then he rolled out halfway so only the bottom half of his body was out from under the truck.
That’s when I noticed he had a bulge in his pants.
Being 14, I had started to watch when guys got boners, especially if I might have been the cause of the guy getting the boner.
So now I could see that Mr. Miller had a huge hard-on inside those shorts of his and I clearly must have been the cause of it.
While looking at the outline of that bulge between his legs, I began to feel a tingling sensation between my own legs.
I know he was just an old man (over 50 years my senior) but I was actually hoping to see his boner in the flesh…
At that point of course I didn’t think it was going to happen… But I started fantasizing about what his cock might look like if I should somehow get to see it.
Of course, at that point, I didn’t actually think that was ever going to happen.
Still, as a result of such thoughts, I started feeling horny.
So I reached down and started to slowly rub my pussy through my bathing suit bottom.
I continued to rub myself while still looking at Mr. Miller’s half unzipped fly and the bulge underneath it. Realizing that his cock must be straining in his pants.
I really don’t know why, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
After a minute of silence, Mr. Miller asked: “Do you have a boyfriend yet, Katie? You should be interested in boys, at your age. Am I right?”
The bulge in his shorts appeared to grow each minute, as I considered what my answer to him might be.
“Can you hand me a wrench, Katie? It’s the monkey wrench with the red handle, on the third shelf.”
I reached up and located his request, and I handed it to him as he continued working.
With the top half of his body still underneath the truck and his lower half out, he bent his knees and put his feet flat on the ground.
I thought he was getting ready to slide out from underneath the truck, but no. He just kept working in that position.
I then got back into my original position, squatting in front of Mr. Miller.
Now, I had an even clearer view of his balls in his pants.
With his knees spread a bit wider than before, I could see right up his pants leg now. “Have you started to date yet?” he asked.
“No… Mom says I have to wait until I am 16, which I don’t think is very fair. But it doesn’t really matter to me because I’m more concerned with my school work.”
“So, learning is important to you. Huh, Katie?”
“Yes,” I replied, “learning is VERY important to me.”
“Bet you are interested in learning what to do with boys on dates, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… I think about that stuff a lot…” Mesmerized at the sight of this old man’s balls and the cock bulging in his pants, I tried to answer his questions as nonchalantly as possible.
I tried to remain calm, cool, and collected despite the fact that I was enjoying the forbidden pleasure of seeing this old man’s private body parts.
And, make no mistake about it, I was turned on by what I was seeing.
I know how strange that sounds… After all, how many 14-year-old girls do you know who are turned on by a 66-year-old man?”
Now, quite frankly I had seen tons of porn with lots of cocks and balls on my computer.
But never in my life had I seen a real cock and real balls. So this was something different.
Well… what can I say? I guess I was just hungry for sex, even with an old guy like this one.
Snapping me out of my reverie, he asked again.
“Hey! Do you want to learn about sexual stuff from boys?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Miller. Boys are just so immature. But some of them I kinda like…”
I rubbed my cunny some more, kinda pushing the material of the bathing suit into my little slit.
When Mr. Miller saw this, he shifted his left thigh further to the left, giving me a clearer view of what he had exposed in his shorts.
I let out a little gasp as his cock and balls were now completely visible.
Seeing that made me so horny that I slid my hand up the side of my bathing suit bottom and down into my crotch. Then I started to finger my pussy.
Call me a weirdo and a pervert, but I was getting super hot at the sight of Mr. Miller seemingly unknowingly exposing himself.
My cunny was getting very wet, and I couldn’t help starting to vigorously finger fuck myself.
“Tell me more, Katie. What do you like about those boys?”
All this time his cock was getting engorged and becoming harder and harder.
“I used to hate boys,” I told him.
“Especially the unconsciously racist white boys that I first encountered when I started school here.
I mean, I was the only black person in my school and I think a lot of boys treated me more like an oddity than anything else. I really disliked that.
I was the token black kid in an all white school. But after some of those boys got to know me, several of them have begun to be nice to me… And a few have even asked me out. But I refused because I was always so busy with my school work.
Of course, my mother wouldn’t have let me date one of those boys anyways… But that didn’t really bother me.
Because having a boyfriend would consume a lot of my time.
Time I would rather spend doing school work.
You see, for me, that really has to come first. You know?”
“Well, there’s a time for work and a time for play, my dear. And you don’t know what you’re missing by not going out with those boys. Don’t you like the way they find you attractive enough to ask you out?”
“Well yeah, and I kinda enjoy them looking at me too.”
Hearing that, I noticed Mr. Miller’s cock was now completely hard and much larger than I had ever imagined an old man’s cock could become… And it was starting to ooze some clear liquid at the slit too.
With my inhibitions down, due to this conversation, I began to fantasize about guys out loud as I continued:
“When I went to Billy’s birthday pool party last Saturday, I was wearing this bathing suit bottom plus the top part of it, as well. And the boys were wearing swim trunks. I couldn’t stop staring at their groins. Some of them were… bigger than others.”
Mr. Miller took a deep breath when I said that.
“That pink bathing suit looks very good on you, Katie… at least the bottoms do,” he said. “But… what did you mean when you said some boys were bigger than others?”
“Some boys seemed to have more in their bathing suits than others. Just like some of the older girls had bigger, you know, breasts.”
At that moment I stopped to think… ‘How did Mr. Miller know I was wearing my pink bathing suit bottom if half of his body was still under the truck?’
Could he somehow see me?
“Did you play with boys while you were in the pool?” Mr. Miller asked.
His cock was now bobbing up and down, pulsing with a raging hardon.
I slid my finger into my pussy to play with myself some more. “Well, yeah, Mr. Miller. I’d never played with anyone before, in sexual way and I guess I enjoyed feeling up those boys’ dicks through their bathing suits.
And I let the boys touch me too.
You know, I let them feel up my ass and feel my pussy and my tits.”
“So you had some rather wild sexual fun? I guess you were a real hottie at that party, huh?”
Hearing this from Mr. Miller kind of bothered me. After all, the other girls—when I went back to school the following Monday—called me a slut.
Yet here was Mr. Miller talking about what I had done when I suddenly let my inhibitions go and did what I wanted to do and he was being completely non-judgmental about it
I had allowed things to get touchy feely with boys in the pool as if it was no big deal, because I thought it WAS no big deal.
But the girls who saw me do this at the party were kind of pissed off by it.
Some of the boys didn’t like it either.
It simply didn’t didn’t sit well with my peers. Especially the girls who already didn’t like me because they felt I was too bookish and stuck up.
“Katie!” Mr. Miller said loudly. “Did you enjoy touching those boys and getting felt up by them?”
I didn’t know what to say and I was rather flustered having Mr. Miller asking such a persona l question .
His flippant talk about what I had done at the pool party like that. Really bothered me.
I guess he could see that his question had upset me, because he then said:
“Oh! Well I didn’t mean to offend you by asking such personal questions, Katie,” He said as he handed me the wrench.
“Put it back in the tool rack, on the workbench, sweetie.” He told me.
I grabbed the tool from him and put it back in its place.
“I just thought you might have found it fun touching boys on their private places and having them touch you, but I’m sorry if that was out of line.”
“Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Miller, it’s just that I got a bad reputation because of that. And I don’t like being talked about behind my back.”
“I more than understand,” Mr. Miller said.
When I turned back around to face him, he was just getting out from under the truck. His bare chest was partially smeared with oil.
He then walked from the garage to the shed, and not knowing what else to do, I followed him.
“I have to change my clothes and wash up a bit, Katie,” he told me. “Fortunately I come prepared for this kind of thing.”
In the shed he had a big tank of water with a hose and a spray nozzle attached to it.
The floor of the shed had a drain built into it. So any water he used here would go right down that drain instead of pooling on the floor.
I thought that was pretty neat.
But more than anything else, I was hoping I would get to see Mr. Miller take his clothes off.
Again, a lot of people would say: “what’s the big deal about seeing a man in his 60s get naked?”
After all, I was a cute little black girl of 14 who could probably have any boy she wanted.
Well, starting and maybe going further than that but boy wasn’t something I wanted to risk to him at my school or even in my neighborhood.
Gossiping was the hobby of my school, and most of those girls that love to wag their tongues didn’t live far from where I ldid.
Moreover ,I knew that if I started playing fast and loose with some of the boys I liked that it would get around that I was more of a slut than the other girls already thought I was.
I COULD NOT LET THAT HAPPEN!!!
I mean, kids were still talking about the pool party I’d attended, which I’ve already mentioned several times now.
If I gave them more to gossip about I’d never hear the end of it.
So if having some sexual fun with an old man, who I was certain, wouldn’t say anything (because of the legalities involved) was the only way to get some erotic relief, I was willing to try it.
Anyway, standing there in the shed, I soon got to see just what I wanted to see.
I watched as this horny old man poured a lot of water into a pan and proceeded to wash the grease off his dirty naked chest.
After that he removed his shorts so now he had absolutely nothing on except for his socks and sneakers.
I couldn’t believe it… Here was Mr. Miller stark naked in front of me, except for his footwear.
He had gray pubic hair but also a great penis, which was erect and sticking out.
This old man knew he was putting on a striptease show for me and God help me, I loved it.
My eyes were riveted on his big dick and balls.
He undressed like this right in front of me as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
He then began to take a sponge bath, using yet another sponge along with the water he’d filled the pan with.
He used that sponge all over his body including his cock and his balls.
I watched in stunned awe as he did all this.
Then, after he washed up like that, he proceeded to dress in a new, clean set of shorts (but no underwear again) .
Like his previous pair of shorts, this pair had very loose fitting pants legs. He also put on a new clean shirt. Both of which he had nearby, neatly folded and ready to wear.
Once he was clothed again, he looked at me and said: “I know you already saw my prick out, Katie, and not just here in the shed.
You saw it when I was working under my truck. So what’s the big deal about seeing it again? And this time you had an even better look at what I’ve got between my legs young lady.”
He said all this while standing in front of me with a huge hard on that was bulging in his shorts.
He made no attempt to hide his arousal from me. But then again . Why should he? I’d already seen his cock long, hard and stiff, and completely exposed!
So why should seeing him with a big hard on bulging his pants bothering me?
Nevertheless, I was so shocked. I couldn’t speak. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.
“Katie, unlike the pool party you attended that kind of gave you a bad reputation? If you want to have some sexual fun with me, no one will ever find out about it.”
I couldn’t get over what I was hearing. But I also knew that Mr. Miller was kind of reading my mind.
God forgive me, but I wanted to have sex with this old man.
“Why don’t you come back to the garage with me,” he said. “There’s something I want to show you in there.”
With that, he put his arm around my shoulders and the two of us walked back to his garage.
Alongside his truck I noticed a section of chain that went up to a pulley mounted on some boards up above. At the end of it, there was a leather strap with what appeared to be handcuffs attached, but they were leather rather then metal.
However they did have middle clasps.
I had noticed it before when I was in the garage… But at that time I’d paid it no mind because I was more interested in looking at Mr. Miller’s cock, and before that his balls.
“What do you use that chain thing for?” I asked. Before he answered, I noticed a big smile on his face.
“My wife and I used to use it all of the time, back several years ago. Right now I use it to take my engine out or to assist me when I do other work on my truck.
But back in the old days when my wife was still alive, this thing was a fantastic sex toy.”
“How in the world would you and your wife use something like this for sex?” I said, reaching upwards to touch the leather straps.
Mister Miller looked at me and smiled again.
“Well, I could show you, but you would have to keep it a secret. Can you do that?”
I thought for a moment about its possible uses and decided to let him go ahead and show me.
“You have been a great friend and neighbor in the short time I’ve known. And I hate to admit it but I actually find myself attracted to you. So if you want to do this, let’s do it.”
I said this as bluntly and honestly as I possibly could.
I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, but it was something that I couldn’t help saying.
I guess it was my libido screaming at me for some stimulation that made me talk like that to this man I hardly knew—and who was old enough to be my grandfather. But I liked him a hell of a lot.
‘So, why not take a walk on the wild side and let this old man do sexual things to me which I might enjoy?’
“It might be interesting to explore sexual fun with an older man like you,” I heard myself say, unable to stop my wet pussy from doing my talking for me.
“And don’t worry,” I added, “I would never say anything to Mom and Dad or anyone else about anything we do or talk about here. You can count on that,” I promised.
“Well then! My adorable little chocolate girl,” He said with a wry smile. “This should be fun for both of us… but from now on, can you call me Mike instead of Mr. Miller. Okay?”
“Sure, Mike. Now show me how you and your wife used this chain thing to do sexual stuff,” I said excitedly.
“Patience, little chocolate girl, you’ll get everything you want but let me do the driving.”
It was kind of racist for this old white man to call me “chocolate girl” but as weird as it sounds, I kind of liked it.
“Just relax and I’ll explain everything to you as we go along,” Mike told me.
“Here, let me show you how this thing works… I’ll demonstrate.
The motor makes some noise, but let me bring this gadget down to your level,” he explained as he leaned over and pressed a green button on the wall.
The engine roared as the chain mechanism started up . And after he made a settings change, the leather straps lowered to a point where it was just about level with my face.
“Don’t freak out now, but let me show you how I used to use this thing to make my wife sexually satisfied.
Raise your hands up above your head, chocolate girl.”
This was it. Mr. Miller, ah… Mike, was about to start doing sexual things to me.
I could stop him or I could let him do whatever he was about to do.
It was a moment of truth for me and I swallowed hard.
At that crucial point where things were just starting to get sexual, I could have stopped him, but Jesus Christ in heaven, I didn’t want to do that.
I wanted him to do whatever weird sick perverted thing he planned to do to me as long as it didn’t hurt.
“Come on, chocolate girl, lift your arms… PLEASE? Put your hands in the air.”
Finally I did as I was instructed.
Although I have to admit his request caught me by surprise, on some level I really liked it.
It was creepy and scary and exciting and heavy with the promise of sexual anticipation, all at the same time.
So I raised my hands way up in the air.
Being closer to that contraption now than I was a few minutes ago, I noticed the two ends of the leather straps were almost like circles or little handcuffs.
And as soon as he grabbed my hands which were now up in the air as I’d been ordered to do, Mike circled the leather around my wrists and then snapped the buckles around them into place.
“What happens now?” I asked, somewhat fearfully but also brimming with the excitement of knowing I was now at this horny old man’s mercy.
That was when he pressed that green button again and I heard that loud engine startup once more.
My
Then the chain mechanism began working once more, but only for a few seconds.
Much to my surprise, the leather around my wrists was stretched, pulling my arms upwards, so they were straight above my head. But that wasn’t the end of it the device kept pulling me upwards.
Soon I was now almost dangling by my tiptoes.
I was frightened but intrigued.
This was my introduction to bondage. Something I never thought I would experience.
When I saw it on my computer, I never thought that I would like it if it was done to me.
I just didn’t think it was very sexy… But now!
OH GOD! How it ever did!!!
Mr. Miller… I mean Mike… sat down on a nearby chair that he had in the garage and looked up at me.
“How do you feel, little chocolate girl?” he asked. I looked down and once again his cock had begun to push out and tent in the front of his pants.
“A little helpless,” I admitted. But looking back down at his shorts, it was also very exciting to be in this position.
Thoughts went through my mind of being totally under his control.
I know it’s weird and maybe I’ve always had a submissive streak in me, but I really wanted to allow him to do whatever he might want to do to me.
He stood up and stood in front of me.
“Katie, you’ve been a naughty little chocolate girl. After all, you were not entirely honest with me when I was under the truck, were you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to remember what I might have said.
“Hey come on now! I watched you look at my cock… and I also watched you rub your little pussy. Am I right?”
I nodded shamefully as he spoke those words.
“Now your hot little body and especially that sweet little brown nookie of yours are going to pay the price.”
Hearing those words, I was struck by how vulgar and dirty they were and maybe even a little threatening.
But they also made my little twat begin to twitch with excitement.
“You’re right…” I began, “I was looking at your penis. I just couldn’t help it, I….”
He immediately interrupted me by putting his hand over my mouth.
“Those were two very normal reactions to being sexually excited,” he told me. “But now it’s gonna be my turn to make you feel… even more excited, my horny little chocolate girl.
Now, before we begin, I have this blindfold I am going to tie around your head.
And before you object… keep in mind that not seeing or expecting what I will be doing will make this sexual encounter all the more incredibly enjoyable for you.”
Listening to his words, I was thrilled… but kept silent.
He pulled out a black blindfold from a drawer in his workbench and tied it around my head, completely blotting out my vision.
Then I could feel him grabbing something else from his workbench which turned out to be scissors.
Even though I couldn’t see them, I knew it had to be scissors because he started using it to cut the front of my t-shirt wide open from the bottom up.
I got scared when he started doing this, but I couldn’t stop him now.
I suddenly remembered I had elected not to wear a bra, so he was about to expose my titties.
And even though he was ruining my t-shirt to get to my tits, I didn’t care. Because what he was doing was kind of sexy.
Plus… I had no choice but to stand there and let him cut my t-shirt open with his naughty scissors to find my tits…
Soon I knew my tits were on full display with the cut-open ends of the T-shirt’s material now hanging on either side of me.
My boobs were completely out for him to look at, touch and do whatever else he wanted to them.
“I’ve wanted so badly to touch and admire these treasures,” he said, as I sensed him standing in front of me and felt his fingertips touch my erect nipples.
“I have watched them and fantasized about them since the first day you moved in,” he whispered.
Then I felt him slip his hands under my tits and cup both of them in his hands.
Then I felt him sucking on first one tittie and then the other… My nipples grew two sizes in ten seconds as he began to orally pleasure my boobs.
He was not grabbing and squeezing them like a boy my age would do. Instead he was almost caressing them with great care and gentleness.
This was obviously due to his many years of experience.
“What are your thoughts so far, little chocolate girl?” He asked me as he held my tits in his hands and his thumbs played over my hardened nipples.
“Are you feeling horny right now?” This old white man asked, as he continued to molest me.
Then I felt him take one tit in his hand and tweak the pointy rock hard nipple with the fingers of his other hand.
Then he took my other tit in his hand and again, with the fingers of his other hand, he tweaked that nipple too.
All I knew was that my pussy was twitching like crazy with wicked excitement… the more he tweaked my buds, the more wet and tingly my pussy became.
“Well? How do you feel right now?” He asked.
“Like you said… I am feeling VERY horny right now… Mike.”
“Good!” He said matter of factly. “And let me assure you that you’re really going to enjoy being exposed and touched like this.”
Honestly, I was so glad there were no windows in his garage for others to see me being pulled up and touched like he was doing to me.
Then I heard the shutter from a camera.
“Are you taking pictures of me?” I asked.
“Of course. Later we can watch them in my living room. And don’t worry No one will ever see them except you and me. But… Right now ,It’s time to increase your level of passion, Katie… and this swim suit bottom… just has got to go.”
Before I could object, I felt his fingers inside the elastic waistband of the garment, loosening the sides and in seconds, he had my anything some bottom down to my ankles.
Then I heard him taking more pictures.
“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling rather panic-stricken.
“Little chocolate girl,” he said, “I want pictures of every part of your body.
I want close-ups of your tits, your pussy and your ass… Everything.
Now that I have them, I’ll show you these precious, precious images to you later on. But for now let’s have some more fun.”
I then felt his breath on my pussy and knew he had to be staring right at my recently shaved mound, probably with pure desire in his eyes.
I had been shaving my pussy every day before school started.
I had started doing this some weeks ago. Just because I thought it would be something sexy to do.
However I never dreamed someone would be looking at my shaved mound like this.
And certainly not an old man.
“Lookie here… This sweet young pussy of yours is so excited it’s all wet… Katie,” he said… taking his thumb and forefinger and spreading my outer cunt lips apart. “I’m gonna find that jewel of a clitty of yours,” he huffed in lustful exhilaration.
With his probing fingers in search of my love button, I knew I was going to scream in ecstasy when he found it.
You see, as a result of constantly masturbating, I knew just how super sensitive my clit was… and Jesus… his fingers were already driving me wild!
I began to moan as he gently rubbed that special bump back and forth and up and down.
“Oh God, that feels so good! Yes, yes, yes!!!” I shrieked.
“I told you… you’d like being exposed and touched like this, baby. And pretty soon I’m going to fuck you and that will feel even better.”
I then heard him unbuckling his belt and I knew he was pulling his pants down.
“Don’t be worried, little chocolate girl,” he said as I felt him rubbing the tip of his big cock up and down my wet little slit. “I’ve had a vasectomy and I don’t have any venereal diseases.”
“…As you young folks so often say: this is going to be awesome.”
His words could not have been more accurate.
Again… not being able to see for sure… It nevertheless felt like he was rubbing his cock deeper into my pussy.
I could swear I felt him just beginning to penetrate me. I’m sure the head of his cock was past my cunt lips, and he was making sure my clit was being brushed up against too by that big cock of his again and again and again…
This act of precoital sex started off slowly… but my pussy was beginning to feel… almost on fire with pleasure from these movements.
“How does this feel?” he asked, playfully sticking the tip of his cock into my inner cunt lips.
“Please don’t stop, Mike,” I gasped out… “It’s never felt like this before,” I admitted as my hips began to move up against his stiff shaft.
“If you liked that… then let’s try this,” he said.
With that, I somehow knew he had gotten down on his knees. And kneeling before my bare pussy, I knew my exposed cunt was now at face level with him.
Before I knew it, his tongue had plunged inside me, replacing his cock in my pussy.
It was a very active tongue that was now licking all over my pussy… Giving the inside of my pussy a really good paint job. But that talented tongue of his especially concentrated on my throbbing clit. Again and again he bathed my bud with his tongue and soon I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Holy Fuck…” I shouted. “That feels sooooooooooo good!” I screamed as my body shook with an explosive climax followed by a short-lived orgasmic relief before his oral ministrations brought me to a second thundering orgasm.
For a moment, I actually pulled myself up on the leather straps so that I could enjoy even more of what he was doing to me.
Fucking Jesus Christ Almighty, his cunnilingus technique was so good I couldn’t get enough of it.
For the next several seconds my body twisted and turned with total excitement as I hung from the ceiling by those leather straps.
Then, suddenly I felt his mouth leave my pussy, to be quickly replaced by his hot breath on the cheeks of my naked ass.
Second later I felt him covering my ass cheeks with kisses. After that I felt his thumbs spreading my ass cheeks apart and I knew he was now looking at my asshole.
I could feel him as he began to eat my ass, licking, sucking and tongue fucking it.
His tongue up my ass felt like a big wet snake pushing in and out of my most intimate hole.
Then, next thing I knew, that horny old man was pushing a finger deep into my pussy while, at the same time, working a finger from his other hand straight up my ass.
With one finger buried deep in my sex and the other way up in my bowels, he began to vigorously work one finger in and out of my pussy while the other was working in and out of my asshole at the same time.
It was quite a sensation and made me weak in the knees.
If it wasn’t for the straps, I might have collapsed from the intense pleasure he was giving me by masturbating both of my holes simultaneously.
Soon I came to another screeching tsunami of an orgasm. But this sweet old sex maniac wasn’t done with me yet.
“Now my dear sweet chocolate girl, it’s time for the pièce de résistance.”
As he told me this, he took off the blindfold and I couldn’t get over the size and length of his erection.
I knew he was going to fuck me, and God help me at that moment it was what I wanted more than anything else in the world.
Sure he was a 66 years old, gray-haired, with a big white beard.
Sure he was a dirty old white man, but on some level he was still very very sexy.
I was a young black 14 year old virgin and I couldn’t wait for him to deflower me.
I guess I’ve read too many romance novels cause I’m not even sure if people still use that word: deflower, anymore.
Still, that was what was about to happen, and—as sick and perverted as it may have seemed to most people if they knew about this—I couldn’t wait to really feel him inside me.
Mike stepped out of his shorts with his penis standing long, hard, and stiff against his abdomen.
I couldn’t believe my eyes—a 66-year-old man with an erection like that?
“I can’t get over how hard and stiff your penis is,” I breathed, genuinely astonished that a man of his age could not only get it up but sustain such a magnificent erection since this whole thing began.
Mike gripped my ass cheeks firmly, his cock feeling like a hot iron rod against my virgin pussy as he searched for my entrance.
With his hand guiding his massive member, the tip found my slit and began pushing its way in.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around that old man’s waist and pulled him closer, causing his invading boner to move even deeper inside me.
I screamed with a mixture of delight and pain as his thick cock broke through my hymen, with a slight amount of blood trickling out of my pussy.
“AAAAAAHHHH!” I cried out as Mike took my virginity, pushing his organ deep into the depths of my femininity.
Still gripping my ass cheeks with my legs wrapped around his waist, he began to fuck me with a passionate fury of in-out motions that made my whole body tremble.
Looking back later on where and how and to whom I had lost my virginity…
I realize most people would think what I did was crazy.
Having my cherry busted by an old man, in a garage, while my arms were stretched high above my head and my hands were tied up.
May hardly seem romantic to most people.
But for me it was the most magnificent thing that had ever happened in my life—something that will live in my memory forever.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I screamed as Mike gave it to me over and over again, thrusting deep—impossibly deep—into me with all his might.
That old man’s stamina was incredible as he pistoned in and out of my tight young pussy.
The garage filled with our combined sounds of pleasure.
My moans and screams, and Mike’s grunts of exertion, created your symphony of taboo passion.
And those continuous wet thrusting sounds of forbidden coupling, (caused by our bodies slapping together with each powerful act of repeated penetration) provided and magnificent rhythm for our erotic symphony of forbidden love.
Mike reached squeezed my ass cheeks tightly with both hands,as he continued to fuck me long and hard.
Then he lifted me slightly to change the angle of penetration. So his cock was now rubbing directly against my clit with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Right there!” I screamed as another orgasm built inside me and exploded in the fireworks of orgasmic passion.
The intensity of our screwing built up until I thought I might pass out from the almost unbearable pleasure.
Then he withdrew from my pussy, moved my legs off his waist, went behind me and entered my pussy from behind.
Then came the biggest act of sexual release I’ve ever known in my life.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I shrieked as my pussy convulsed around Mike’s thick shaft as he continued fucking me from behind.
This only seemed to excite him more as he increased his pace, his groin and balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke.
With a final mighty thrust, Mike buried himself to the hilt inside me and let out a primal roar as he emptied himself deep within my virgin pussy.
I felt his hot seed flooding my insides, triggering one last explosive orgasm that left me convulsing and breathless.
We stayed connected for several moments, both panting heavily, before Mike finally withdrew his cock from me.
Then he pressed that green button again triggering not loud engine, and the chain drive started up, this time lowering me to the ground.
The tension on my wrists relaxed, as I could finally feel my feet back to terra firma with my wrists now in front of my chest.
Mike pulled up his pants and unbuckled the latches on the leather restraints.
Then he left the garage, went to the shed, and returned with a t-shirt I could wear to replace the one he’d cut open.
It was much larger than the one I’d had, but I didn’t mind putting it on when he handed it to me.
“Get dressed, little chocolate girl,” he said. “I’m going to catch a quick shower in my master bathroom You can come inside and use the half bathroom by the kitchen to get yourself cleaned up.
We still have a few hours before your parents get home, and we’re going to take full advantage of that time.”
As I cleaned myself up with a washcloth soaked in water from the sink in that little cubby hole of a bathroom Mike had called a “half bath,” I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened.
I had lost my virginity to a 66-year-old white man in his garage, and it had been the most intensely pleasurable experience of my young life.
When I emerged from that tiny bathroom, Mike was waiting for me in the living room.
He had changed into comfortable clothes and was holding two glasses of what looked like iced tea. “I thought we might sit and talk for a bit,” he said, handing one of the glasses to me.
As we sat on his couch, I noticed something in a corner of the living room that I hadn’t seen before.
“What’s that device?” I asked, pointing to what looked like a chain mechanism mounted on a board with various attachments.
“Oh, that?” Mike smiled. “It’s actually an engine hoist I modified. Doesn’t look familiar to the big one up in the garage.
“Oh yeah” I said seem to resemblance.
“This was the prototype model for the big one outside” he explained
You see, I used to be a shop teacher.
The basic mechanism of the device is for lifting car engines, but I added those leather straps and pulleys so my wife and I could… well, experiment a bit with bondage, just like you and I did today.
My wife Ann was always adventurous when it came to sex, so it was something we both enjoyed using.
Now, if you remove the leather parts, it goes right back to being a standard engine hoist.”
I was fascinated. “So you and your wife were really into this kind of thing. Huh?”
“Oh yes,” Mike nodded, a distant look in his eyes.
“She was quite the horny little nymphomaniac. We tried all sorts of things. Vibrators dildos swinging three ways you name it. That’s how I learned to please a woman, I suppose.”
“Tell me about her,” I said, settling in on his sofa to listen.
With that, Mike began to share his life story with me.
He told me all about his marriage, his career as a shop teacher, his wife’s battle with illness and her eventual death.
As he spoke, I found myself seeing him not just as an old man who had taken my virginity, but as a complex person with his own history of love and loss.
The afternoon stretched on as we talked.
He also showed me the pictures of my tits and pussy that he took of me.
Somehow he was able to transfer them from his camera (Which looked and sounded like the old fashioned kind) to his cell phone .
And from there to the big screen television he had in his living room.
Then we retired to his bedroom where we explored each other’s bodies, discovering new pleasures and pushing boundaries.
We fucked and sucked in every conceivable position and in every way possible.
Mike even gave it to me up the ass with the aid of a lot of lubrication.
By the time I finally returned home that evening, I knew this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.
It was a forbidden connection that we had established , and which would continue to fulfill our sexual longings for a long time to come.
Our trysts have continueed through June, July, August , and into the fall.
And as far as I can see they may continue for a long time to come.
You know ,Mike confided in me that he was so lonely and empty inside , that he was contemplating suicide , before our sexual relationship began
So this sexual activity that we share, has actually proven to literally be a lifesaver for this dear old man.
And, as for me…These trysts have changed my life in ways for the better, in so very many different ways, I can’t get over it.
So …..
For however long this relationship lasts ,I think it’s going to be good for both of us in ways we can not yet fully imagine.
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