Chapter 4: Climax
On the floor of the bedroom lay a massive brown leather-bound diary with gold trim. It was open and facing down towards the floor. Kelly's eyes widened as she recognized the diary. Her mother had kept a diary since she was a teenager, but she had never let Kelly read it. It was her most prized possession, her most private thoughts. Kelly couldn't believe it was just lying there, accessible.
The stranger followed her gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Go on," he said, his voice soft. "Pick it up. See what she wrote." His voice was gentle, encouraging, as if he knew she needed that push, that permission to cross the line she had never dared to before.
Kelly hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was invading her mother's privacy, breaking a trust that had been built over years. But there was something about the stranger's words, about the way he spoke of her mother, that made her curious, that made her want to know more.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around the cool leather of the diary. She picked it up, the pages rustling softly as she held it in her hands.
It was heavier than she expected, filled with years of her mother's thoughts, her secrets. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she might find, and flipped it open.
The words were written in a flowing, feminine script, the ink faded with time. Kelly scanned the page, her eyes widening as she took in the content. It was a detailed account of a night with a man, a night filled with passion and desire. A night that was unlike anything Kelly had ever read.
She felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks as she read, her heart pounding in her chest. She dropped the heavy book and gasped , her eyes darting up to meet the stranger's gaze. He was watching her, his blue eyes dark and intense, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Is this... is this what you two did?" She couldn't believe what she was reading, couldn't believe that her mother had written these things, had lived these things. It was like she was seeing Jasmine in a whole new light, a light that was both thrilling and terrifying.
The stranger nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yes," he said, his voice low and steady. "I didn't expect you to be so surprised , though. Your mother was always... adventurous. Always exploring, always wanting more."
Kelly felt a pang of jealousy, a twinge of envy. She had always seen her mother dress up to go out until the wee hours of the night. To confirm she longed for sometime to please her like Kelly's late father did was too much.
"And you were a part of that, weren't you?" "You were a part of her adventures."
The stranger nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I was one of many, I'm afraid. I never minded your mother's past but intended to be a big part of her future.
Kelly looked at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "So, you're saying you were just one of many men in my mother's life? That she was some kind of... slut?" Her voice was sharp, accusing, a stark contrast to the soft, curious tone she had used earlier.
The stranger's expression didn't change, his gaze steady and calm. "I wouldn't use that word, Kelly. Your mother was many things, but she was never a slut. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, who wasn't afraid to go after it. She was...
free," the stranger finished, his voice soft, almost reverent. "And I respected that. I respected her, more than any other woman I've ever known."
Kelly let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her shoulders slumping slightly. She had expected judgment, condemnation, but there was none in the stranger's voice. Instead, there was admiration, respect. It was a strange feeling, hearing someone speak of her mother in such a way.
"But why are you telling me this?" Kelly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because you asked me and I think you need to know, Kelly. I think you need to understand the woman your mother was, the woman she still is beneath all the layers she's built up over the years. I think you need to know that it's okay to be free, to be yourself, no matter what that looks like."
Kelly felt a lump form in her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
Alex kept watching the back side of the stranger and caught obscured glances of Kelly. From what he could see body language of the stranger and Kelly was no longer relaxed.
It was as if they shared a secret, a bond that excluded him. He felt a pang of jealousy, a twinge of envy. He wanted to be a part of that, to understand, to know.
Kelly's eyes shone with unshed tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not like her, you know. I'm not a slut like that." She looked down at the diary, her fingers tracing the gold trim.
The stranger reached out, his hand covering hers. His touch was warm, comforting. "I know," he said, his voice soft.
"You're not your mother, Kelly. You're your own person, with your own desires, your own boundaries. And that's okay. It's more than okay. It's beautiful."
Kelly felt a tear slip down her cheek, her emotions overwhelming her. She had never heard anyone speak to her like this, with such understanding, such acceptance. It was like a weight had been lifted off her chest, a weight she hadn't even realized she'd been carrying.
The stranger reached up, his thumb gently wiping away the tear. His touch was soft, tender, and it sent a shiver down Kelly's spine.
She could see the outline of his erection through his jeans, and the sight of it made her heart race. She had never been with a man like this before, a man who was so open, so honest, so unapologetically himself. It was probably his maturity and resilience but she was unknowingly being seduced.
She wanted to explore, to touch, to taste, but she was also nervous, unsure of herself. She had never thought to be with an older man before, never been with someone who had so much experience, so much knowledge. She has mixed feelings about this man's history with her own mother , but the way he speaks about her, with such respect and admiration, it's hard not to feel a sense of warmth towards him.
The stranger's thumb was still gently wiping away her tears, his touch soft and tender. She could feel her heart racing, her breath hitching in her chest. She wanted him, she realized. She wanted him in a way she had never wanted anyone before. She was conflicted, having just experienced her first proper love making the day before with Alex, but here she was, her body betraying her, yearning for the stranger. She couldn't explain it, this pull she felt towards him. It was like a magnetic force, drawing her in, making her want to explore, to understand.
The stranger seemed to sense her turmoil, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "It's okay to feel confused, Kelly," he said, his voice gentle. "Only you can figure out what exactly you want and then you can pursue it until you get it."
The dryer buzzer went off and the stranger said, "Thank you again for letting me use your washer and dryer. I should probably get going and am very pleased to have met you, Kelly. Maybe in another life I can tell you more stories from my past.." He stood up, and Kelly felt a pang of disappointment. She wasn't ready for him to leave, not yet. There was still so much she wanted to ask, so much she wanted to know.
"Wait," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... can I ask you something else?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerability written all over her face.
The stranger paused, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle.
"Anything you want to know, I'll do my best to answer."
Kelly took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to ask. "Did you... did you love my mother?" "I mean, really love her? Or was it just... physical?"
The stranger was silent for a moment, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, he sighed, a soft, sad sound. "I did love her, Kelly," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and regret. "I loved her more than anything. But it was not meant to be ," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "She had her life, her ambitions, and I had mine. We were two ships passing in the night, destined to collide briefly before continuing on our separate paths."
Kelly felt a pang of sympathy for the stranger, for the pain she could hear in his voice. She had never considered that her mother might have had a life before her, a life that didn't include her. It was a strange thought, one that made her feel both curious and slightly resentful.
Alex was watching as Kelly put her hand on the strangers chest and placed her head against his. She shed tears, empathizing with this stranger's regret . He gently put his arms around her, and she could feel his heartbeat against her cheek. It was a comforting rhythm, one that made her feel safe, understood. She felt a strange comfort in his presence, a comfort she hadn't felt with anyone else before except Alex.
The stranger gently pulled away, his thumb brushing away the last of her tears. "You're a sweet girl, Kelly," he said, his voice soft. "You remind me so much of your mother when she was younger. Full of heart, full of compassion. It's a rare thing to find these days. I think you will be even better when you say your direction; you will have a lucky husband "
Kelly felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She felt the strangers erection against her and hungered for him. She had never felt this way before, flustered beyond reason.
It was like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into an abyss of desire she had never known existed. She wanted to jump, to let herself fall, to give in to the pull she felt towards this stranger. But she was also terrified, unsure of herself, unsure of what would happen if she took that leap. She was giving in to her primal instincts, to the hunger that was coursing through her veins, but she was also aware of the risk, the vulnerability that came with it. "It's okay to want things, to crave them, even if they scare you. But you have to trust yourself, trust your instincts. They won't lead you astray."
Kelly took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She instinctively touched the strangers cock through his jeans; it felt so thick to both scared and excited her.
The stranger let out a groan, his hips bucking slightly at her touch. Kelly felt a surge of power, knowing she could affect him this way. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable, but also filled with a newfound confidence.
"I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is wrong, isn't it? I shouldn't want you like this, not after what you've told me about you and my mother."
The stranger's gaze never wavered, his blue eyes dark and intense. " Nothing is wrong, Kelly, unless you make it wrong," he said, his voice low and steady. "Desire is a natural thing, a beautiful thing. It's how you act on it that matters." He reached up, cupping her cheek in his hand. His touch was warm, comforting, and it sent a shiver down Kelly's spine.
She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them again, she saw the hunger in his gaze, the desire that was mirroring her own. She felt her heart race, her breath hitch in her chest.
Alex figured out what he could see in the distance and couldn't believe his new girlfriend was acting this way. He wanted to know what Kelly was thinking, what she was feeling. He wanted to know if she was feeling the same way he was, if she was feeling this pull, this connection.
The stranger's hand was still cupping Kelly's cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin. "You're so beautiful, Kelly," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You remind me so much of your mother, but you're your own person. If you are like her in any way, follow your heart.
Let it guide you, no matter where it leads. Because that's what she did, and look at the life she's built for herself. She's not afraid to take risks, to chase after what she wants. And neither should you."
Kelly felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had never seen herself in that light before, never considered that she might have the same courage, the same fire inside her as her mother. But as she looked into the stranger's intense blue eyes, she felt a spark ignite within her, a desire to prove him right. She also felt her thong getting soaked through , a physical manifestation of her arousal. She had never felt this way before, this turned on, this... Primal.
The stranger seemed to sense her thoughts, his gaze flickering down to her lips, then back up to her eyes. "You're so responsive, Kelly," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. "So open, so honest. It's intoxicating."
Kelly felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks at his words.
But here, with this stranger, she felt like a different person, a person she had never known existed. She felt like a woman, a woman who was desired, who was wanted. And it was a feeling she couldn't get enough of.
"Can I... can I kiss you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She had rarely been the one to initiate a kiss before, rarely been the one to take control. Only just with Alex but with this stranger, she felt a surge of confidence, the conviction to take what she wanted.
Alex had dug around in his miscellaneous drawer and found a pair of binoculars. He wanted nothing more than to go next door and take Kelly for himself but a part of him, he would never about to anyone, wanted to see this run it's course and he rationally knew he was Kelly's first in just about every meaningful way. He was her first real boyfriend, her first lover, the first man she had ever trusted, and the first man she had ever felt safe to express her deepest desires with. He didn't want to be the one to mess that up, but he also didn't want to lose her to this stranger. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the scene unfold.
The stranger's gaze never wavered, his blue eyes dark and intense. "You can kiss me, Kelly. Just be aware that once you start with me you will finish what you've started.
I won't leave you hanging, or unsatisfied," the stranger replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Kelly's spine. His gaze was intense, challenging, and it made her heart race with anticipation.
A small smile played on Kelly's lips, a sense of daring coursing through her veins. She had never been one to back down from a challenge, and she wasn't about to start now. She leaned in, her eyes fluttering closed as she pressed her lips against his. This was just the second man she wanted to kiss in her life.
The first was Alex, her boyfriend of just a few days, who had introduced her to physical intimacy. But this, this was different. This was a hungry, desperate kiss, a kiss that demanded everything she had to give and begged for more. Kelly felt her heart race as the stranger's lips moved against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming.
His hands, rough and calloused from years of work, cupped her face, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. Kelly moaned, her body pressing against his, feeling the hard length of him through his jeans.
This was her redemption; a sort of Freudian competition with her own mother; one she was determined to win . She wanted to understand what her mother had felt, what she had experienced, and she wanted to experience it herself. She wanted to know if she could match up, if she could be as brave, as free, as her mother had been. This would be a formative experience which would change her forever.
The stranger's hands moved from her face, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back gently, exposing her neck. He trailed kisses down her jawline, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. Kelly gasped, her body arching into his, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
She could feel his breath hot on her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down her spine.
The stranger's hands moved from her hair, his fingers trailing down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. He reached the hem of her sweatshirt and paused, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. It was a silent question, a request for permission.
Kelly nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted this, wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She was ready to take that leap, to let herself fall into the abyss of desire that was calling her name. She wanted to explore, to touch, to taste, to feel. She wanted to know what it was like to be desired, to be wanted, to be filled. This would be pure physical indulgence Kelly had denied herself of for so many years.
The stranger's hands slipped under her sweatshirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach. He pushed the fabric up, exposing more of her flesh, his gaze never leaving hers. Kelly lifted her arms, allowing him to pull the sweatshirt off completely, leaving her standing there in her sports bra and sweatpants.
The stranger's gaze flicked down, taking in her curves, her body, before meeting her eyes again. There was a hunger in his gaze, a desire that mirrored her own.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. His hands reached up, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her sports bra. Kelly gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. His touch was firm, confident, unlike anything she had ever experienced.
She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against the fabric, begging for his touch.
Alex felt sick watching his new girlfriend being seduced by this stranger. He had never even seen her like this, so open, so willing, so... wanton. He wanted to storm over there, to take her away from this man, to claim her as his own. But he was riveted, unable to look away, unable to stop watching as Kelly came alive in a way he had never seen before. It looked like this man said something to change her personality completely.
The stranger's hands moved from her breasts, his fingers slipping under the straps of her sports bra. He pushed them down, exposing her shoulders, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts.
Kelly's breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips finding the spot where her neck met her shoulder. He kissed her there, his tongue tracing a path down to the top of her breast. Kelly gasped, her hands clutching at his arms, her nails digging into his skin.
The stranger's hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with ease. Kelly felt the fabric loosen, felt the cool air against her skin, felt the stranger's gaze on her. She opened her eyes, looking down at herself, at her body laid bare for him.
She felt a surge of embarrassment, of vulnerability, but also a sense of liberation. She was standing in front of a stranger, a man she had only just met, and she was letting him see her, all of her. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel alive, that made her feel like she was finally, truly, living.
The stranger's gaze was intense, his blue eyes dark with desire as he took her in. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, her nipple hardening at his touch.
Kelly gasped, her body arching into his, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt so entranced.
But as quickly as the feeling came, it was replaced by a sense of doubt, of trepidation. She was standing here, half-naked, with a stranger. A man who had known her mother intimately. A man who her mother had dumped and had his heart broken by her. What was she doing? Was she crazy? What about Alex?
What would he think if he saw her like this? A pang of guilt shot through Kelly, but it was quickly replaced by the hunger that was coursing through her veins. She wanted this, wanted this stranger, wanted to feel alive, wanted to explore this newfound desire that was bubbling up inside her.
The stranger seemed to sense her inner turmoil, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "It's okay to feel conflicted, Kelly," he said, his voice gentle. "It's okay to want something, to crave it, even if it feels wrong. Because it isn't wrong if it feels right."
As he said this he lightly caressed her sweatpant covered thighs . The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her. Kelly couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Maybe this was what she needed, what she wanted. Maybe she had been suppressing this side of herself for too long, and it was time to let it out, to explore it, to embrace it.
She looked into his eyes, saw the sincerity, the understanding, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She wanted to trust him, to trust herself, to trust this moment.
"What do you want, Kelly?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "What do you need?"
"I...
I want to feel you," Kelly admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to know what it's like, being with someone like you."
The stranger's gaze intensity increased, his eyes darkening with desire. "Someone like me?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Yes," Kelly said, her voice gaining confidence. "Someone who knows what they want, someone who isn't afraid to take it. Someone who knows exactly how to make me feel so good."
The stranger's hands moved to her hips, his fingers tracing the waistband of her sweatpants.
He looked up at her, his gaze challenging. "Are you sure about this, Kelly?" "Once we start, there's no going back." She looked into his eyes, saw the desire, the hunger, the understanding. She felt a sense of resolve, of determination. She wanted this, wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
"Yes," she said, her voice firm and confident. "I'm sure. I need this and would always wonder how it would be if you got away." Kelly's voice was steady, her gaze unwavering. His hands moved to the hem of her sweatpants, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach as he pushed the fabric up, exposing more of her flesh. Kelly lifted her legs, allowing him to pull the sweatpants off completely, leaving her standing there in nothing but her black lace thong.
The stranger's gaze flicked down, taking in her body, before meeting her eyes again. He was surprised to see the black lace thing underneath.
He had expected her to be wearing something more innocent, not this provocative piece of lingerie. It was a stark contrast to her wholesome appearance, a hint of the wildness that lay beneath. He couldn't help but imagine what she would look like without it, completely bare, vulnerable, waiting for him.
Kelly could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on her body. It made her feel powerful, desired, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had never felt this way before, never felt this confident, this sexy. She felt like a different person, a person she barely recognized. But she liked this person, liked the way she felt, liked the way she made the stranger feel.
The stranger stood up, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached behind his neck, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion. Kelly's breath caught in her throat as she took in his torso, the fit muscular planes of his chest, the athletic midsection that traveled down with a a V, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Alex gulped realizing this was nearing the point of no return.
He was torn between running over there and claiming Kelly for himself or just watching. The latter was winning out, his voyeuristic nature taking over. He knew he should stop this, should intervene, but he was transfixed, unable to look away as Kelly seemed to blossom under the stranger's touch. His new girlfriends fate was in the hands of this stranger.
The stranger's hands moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open with ease. Kelly's gaze flicked down, watching as he pushed the denim down over his hips, revealing the black boxers underneath. She could see the outline of his erection, thick and long, straining against the fabric. She has never imagined something so massive, so intimidating. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, a thrill at the thought of having him inside her.
The stranger stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup her face. His thumbs brushed against her cheeks, his gaze intense, focused entirely on her. "Are you ready for this, Kelly?" "Once we start, there's no turning back." She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the desire in his eyes.
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."
The stranger's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. It was a kiss that demanded everything, that left no room for hesitation, for doubt. It was a kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled, of desires yet to be explored.
Kelly moaned, her body pressing against his, feeling the hard length of him through his boxers.
The stranger's hands moved down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips. He reached the hem of her thong and paused, his gaze flicking up to meet hers.
It was as if he was asking for permission, seeking her consent. Kelly's heart raced as she nodded, her breath hitching in her chest. She wanted this, wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything.
With a slow, steady movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and began to pull it down. Kelly lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the fabric down her legs, over her knees, and off her feet. She was now completely bare, completely vulnerable, completely at his mercy and soaking wet.
The stranger's gaze traveled down her body, taking in every inch of her.
Kelly felt a surge of self-consciousness, of vulnerability, but also a sense of pride. She was standing here, naked, exposed, and yet she felt beautiful, desired, wanted. The stranger's gaze was like a physical touch, setting her skin on fire, making her heart race.
He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her hip, the soft skin of her thigh. Kelly shivered at his touch, her body arching into his. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel him, all of him.
The stranger seemed to sense her thoughts, his gaze flicking up to meet hers.
There was a hunger in his eyes, a desire that mirrored her own. He leaned in, his lips finding the-sensitive spot just below her ear. His tongue traced a path down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin.
His hands moved down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, the soft skin of her stomach. He reached the apex of her thighs and paused, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. Kelly panted and buckled her hips forward, silently begging for more. His eyes flashed with hunger, and he hooked her leg over his shoulder, opening her up to him.
"Fuck," Kelly gasped as his tongue found her clit, swirling around it with expert precision. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She had never felt anything like this, never imagined that something could feel so good.
The stranger's hands gripped her ass, kneading the flesh as he devoured her, his tongue and lips working in tandem to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Kelly's breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing with pleasure. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling like a spring, ready to snap.
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. "Just like that. Don't stop."
The stranger growled against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot that made her see stars. Kelly cried out, her body convulsing as the first wave of her orgasm hit her.
The stranger didn't let up, his tongue and fingers continuing their relentless assault, drawing out her pleasure, making her ride the wave longer than she thought possible. She could feel her juices coating his face, could hear the wet sounds of her arousal, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the sensation, the pleasure, the pure, unadulterated bliss that was coursing through her veins.
As her body finally began to come down from its high, the stranger withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Damn; you're wet yet tight. Not many women are able to take me. Don't be disappointed if we don't get any further tonight," the stranger said, his voice heavy with lust. Kelly's eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting his. She saw the challenge in his eyes, the dare. She felt a surge of determination. She wanted to prove him wrong, wanted to show him that she could take him, all of him.
"I want you," she said, her voice steady and sure. "All of you." He stood up, his body towering over hers. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers.
Kelly's breath hitched as she watched him push the fabric down, freeing his erection. She had seen Alex's before, but this was different. This was intimidating, a thick, long length of hard flesh that made her mouth water and her core clench with anticipation.
The stranger's gaze was locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. "I don't want to hurt you." "I'm sure," she said, her voice firm. "I want this.
Alex was in a state of shock when he saw the stranger pull out his cock. It made most porn stars look inadequate and Alex figured his nearly virgin girlfriend could never fit that inside of her.
Yet, Kelly's eyes widened with desire, not fear. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the thickness, exploring its length, its width, its heat. A bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip, and she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste it. She hummed at the salty, slightly bitter taste, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored it.
Alex watched in disbelief as Kelly, his sweet, innocent Kelly, dropped to her knees, her eyes locked onto the stranger's cock. She looked up at him, her green eyes filled with a hunger he had never seen before.
It was a look that said she wanted him, wanted all of him, and she wasn't afraid to take it. It was a look that made his cock twitch in her hand, made him ache with desire.
The stranger reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair. He guided her head towards his cock, his gaze never leaving hers. "Open your mouth, Kelly," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Kelly obeyed, her lips parting to reveal her tongue. The stranger guided the head of his cock into her mouth, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
Kelly felt a pang of uncertainty, of doubt. She had never done this before, never taken a man of this size into her mouth, never given head. But she had watched enough porn, had read enough books, to know what to do. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. The stranger groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. Encouraged, Kelly took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his thickness. It didn't take much for him to stimulate her gag reflex and she felt short of breath trying to take more than a third of him in. She pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes watering.
The stranger's gaze softened as he looked down at her. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "Like I said. Most women cannot take me.."
Kelly nodded, taking a deep breath before trying again. This time, she relaxed her jaw, focusing on the sensation, the taste, the feel of him in her mouth. She took him deeper, her hands stroking the length she couldn't reach with her mouth.
The stranger's grip on her hair tightened, his hips beginning to move in time with her strokes. She licked the underside of his cockhead , making him groan. He was close, she could tell. She redoubled her efforts, wanting to taste him, to swallow everything he had to give.
Suddenly, he pulled her off him, his chest heaving. "Not like this," he rasped. "I want to be inside you when I come."
Kelly's heart pounded in her chest as she stood up, her body already aching for him. The stranger grabbed her, his mouth crashing down on hers in a searing kiss. He walked her backwards until her legs hit the bed, then he pushed her down onto the silken sheets.
Kelly bounced slightly, her body landing with a soft thud. She looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. He loomed over her, his blue eyes dark with desire, his body tense with anticipation.
"Spread your legs, Kelly," he commanded, his voice low and steady. She hesitated for a moment, a pang of self-consciousness shooting through her. But then she remembered how he had made her feel, how he had brought her to heights of pleasure she had never imagined. She wanted that again, wanted him again.
So, she spread her legs, opening herself up to him. The stranger's gaze flicked down, taking in her glistening folds, her swollen clit. He reached out, his fingers tracing a path down her stomach, over her hips, and finally, to her core. He slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp, her body arching towards him.
"You're so wet, Kelly," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. And so, she did as he asked, spreading her legs wide, opening herself up to him. The stranger's gaze flicked down, taking in her glistening folds, before meeting her eyes again. He reached down, his fingers tracing a path up her inner thigh, making her shiver with anticipation.
"Are you ready for me, Kelly?"
The stranger positioned himself between her legs, his cock resting against her entrance.
Kelly could feel the heat radiating off him, could feel the hard length of him pulsing against her. She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could see the concern in his eyes, the hesitation. He was giving her one last chance to back out, to change her mind. But she didn't want to.
She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to know what it was like to be filled by him, to be taken by him, to be his.
"I'm ready," she whispered, her voice steady and sure. The stranger's gaze held hers for a moment longer, as if he was searching for any sign of doubt, of hesitation. But he wouldn't find any. She was resolute, determined, ready.
He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her entrance.
Alex screamed in vain as he watched his girlfriend land on the bed with this stranger hovering over her. He felt conflicted but aroused as this freakishly large cock probed her tight opening. The contrast looked impossible , Kelly's tiny entrance against the stranger's massive member. He watched, breath held, as the stranger began to push in, inch by inch, his eyes locked onto Kelly's face, watching for any sign of discomfort.
Kelly gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the stranger enter her. It was a stretch, a burn, unlike anything she had ever experienced. But it was also a sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her body ache for more. She could feel every ridge, every vein on his cock as he pushed deeper, filling her completely. To everyone this felt like slow motion as the stranger was opening up virgin territory. She had never felt so full, so stretched, so... owned. It was a strange sensation, one that both terrified and exhilarated her. She looked up at the stranger, saw the concentration on his face, the way his jaw was clenched, his eyes closed. He was taking his time, being careful, making sure she was okay.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice tight, strained.
Kelly nodded her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "But It feels... it feels good. What about for you?"
The stranger's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers.
There was a softness in his eyes, a gentleness that made her heart ache. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of comfort, of reassurance, of understanding. It was a kiss that made her feel safe, that made her feel like she could trust him, like she could let go, like she could be vulnerable with him.
He began to move, his hips pulling back slightly before pushing forward again. Kelly gasped, her body arching into his as a wave of pleasure washed over her. The stranger's movements were slow, steady, giving her time to adjust to his size, to the sensation of him moving inside her. He was being careful, gentle, but she could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, the way he was trying to be in control. She wanted to make him lose that control, wanted to see him wild, wanted to feel him completely.
"Oh God shhhh," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The stranger's gaze flicked up to meet hers, surprise flashing in his blue eyes. "What?" he asked, his voice tight.
"Are you okay?"
Kelly nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation of him moving inside her. "Yes," she breathed. "You're just simulating my clit. It's sensitive and I'm already close" Kelly whispered, her words sending a jolt of electricity through the stranger. He groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deeper inside her. Kelly gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body arching into his. The stranger's movements became more urgent, more desperate, as if her words had unleashed something inside him, something wild and untamed.
"Fuck, Kelly," he growled, his voice low and ragged. "You feel so goddamn good." His thrusts became harder, faster, each one pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly she was over the edge and her pelvis squeezed tightly around his cock, triggering his own release. The stranger roared, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm and his cum lubricating her allowing him to push even deeper.
Kelly's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, making her seeing stars. She had never felt anything like this, never imagined that sex could be this intense, this all-consuming. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, nothing she had ever read about or seen in movies. It was raw, it was real, it was... life-altering.
As their bodies finally began to come down from their high, the stranger collapsed on top of her, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Kelly could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of her own.
She could feel the weight of him on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside her. She could feel the sticky warmth of their combined releases, the evidence of their passion coating her thighs, her stomach, their bodies.
The stranger's gaze met hers, his blue eyes soft, almost vulnerable. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, as if he wasn't sure what to say. Kelly understood. Words seemed inadequate, seemed insufficient to describe what had just happened between them.
So, they didn't speak. Instead, they lay there, their bodies still entwined, their hearts still racing, their breaths still ragged. The stranger's gaze never left Kelly's, his blue eyes intense, searching, as if he was trying to understand her, trying to figure her out.
Kelly could feel the sticky mess between her legs, the evidence of their passion, of their release. She squirmed slightly, feeling a pang of self-consciousness. The stranger's gaze flicked down, taking in the sight of their combined releases coating her thighs, her stomach.
He reached down, his fingers tracing a path through the sticky mess, making Kelly shiver at the sudden contact. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his blue eyes never leaving hers.
Kelly watched, mesmerized, as he licked her off his fingers, savoring the taste of them. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, one that made her heart skip a beat, made her stomach flutter with nerves. She had never seen anything so sexy, so raw, so... primal.
"What's your name?" she asked, her voice soft, hesitant.
"You'll find me in the book. But holy shit; you really took most of me.
You're a champ, baby. I've never had a woman take me like that. Not even Jasmine, your mother." The Stranger's words hung in the air, a bombshell that seemed to echo through the room, bouncing off the velvet curtains and the candlelit walls. Kelly's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she processed what he had just said.
"Jasmine? My mother?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean?"
"Jasmine had given birth to you and been with other guys. So I was not shocked she could take me.
She was made to be fucked hard and deep. Just like her mother." The stranger's words sent a shiver down Kelly's spine, a mix of revulsion and arousal. She pushed him off her, her body suddenly cold, her mind racing.
"Get off me," she whispered, her voice shaking. The stranger rolled onto his back, his softened cock sliding out, his gaze never leaving hers. There was no remorse in his eyes, no apology. Instead, he looked almost... proud.
"You look just like her, you know," he said, his voice soft, almost wistful. "The same green eyes, the same long brown hair. The same curves in all the right places."
Kelly shivered, the stranger's words sending a chill down her spine. She wrapped the silken sheet around her, suddenly feeling exposed, vulnerable. She had never heard anyone compare her to her mother like that, not when she was feeling this vulnerable.
Kelly swallowed hard, her mind racing.
"I think it's time for you to leave ," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
The stranger's gaze never wavered, his blue eyes intense, almost challenging. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, his voice low, steady.
Kelly nodded, her chin set stubbornly. "Yes," she said, her voice firm. "I want you to leave."
The stranger watched her for a moment longer, as if he was trying to gauge her sincerity. Then, he shrugged, his muscular shoulders moving in a casual, almost careless gesture. "Suit yourself," he said, his voice nonchalant.
He stood up, his naked body on full display, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with their combined releases. Kelly averted her gaze and came back to earth, feeling her earlier lust replaced by contempt.
He began to gather his clothes, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he was in no hurry to leave. Kelly watched him out of the corner of her eye, her heart still pounding in her chest, her mind still racing.
She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe that she had just had sex with a stranger, with her mother's ex-lover, no less. She felt a pang of guilt, of shame, but it was quickly overshadowed by the lingering sensation of pleasure, of satisfaction, that still coursed through her veins. She wanted to touch herself but managed to look fiery enough to convince the stranger to hurry to and leave.
He finally did, his tall, muscular frame disappearing around the corner of her house, leaving her alone with her thoughts.