Night Owls

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Author's Note: It has been ten years since I've written a story, let alone my first attempt at erotica, so please bear with me through this fictional tale. There are so many alternate endings for this, it was next to impossible to choose one. Enjoy.

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It had been a long, relaxing week spent house sitting at the McCarthy household. At forty five years of age, and stuck in a mundane accounting job, Peter was grateful for his annual leave, which he generally spent on a holiday in some distant location. This time was an exception. The McCarthy's were old family friends, who had once lived across the street from a young Peter and Tina. The family were always looking out for the young newlyweds, and were always supportive during his ongoing separation and eventual divorce. These days, Peter felt he owed them to a certain degree for their generosity. Thus, he forfeited his vacation to house sit the McCarthy residence for a couple of weeks while they were off on an impromptu visit to help their oldest child.

He spent most of his afternoons reading or doing a variety of household chores. Most of the time he attempted to fill his days with anything and everything that would keep his mind from exploring its own dark depth. However, his constant loneliness was somewhat diminished by spending time in a house that he knew was a home. Soft, calm colours were painted on picture adorned walls. Comfortable couches and chairs were always available within the house that always smelled of baking bread.

Pouring a glass of water, he inhaled the scent of the home that wasn't his, and walked over to the recliner, parking himself in front of the television. While idly flipping through the channels, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"...." There was a pause at the other end of the line. Then a soft voice spoke up:

"Is Mum or Dad there?" asked the female, not recognizing the man's voice.

"Gwen? Is that you? It's Peter."

Mentally kicking herself for not having recognized him sooner, Gwen apologized, explaining that it had been a stressful week, and he was not the only thing she had forgotten about. After some brief small talk, and general inquiry of each others' lives, Gwen asked if he minded if she come home for the next few days to get a bit of work done. Of course he didn't mind. Having spent the past few years completely alone, he was excited at the thought of another being in the same house. Not only that, but a female presence.

Peter passed the remainder of the afternoon picking up a few things he had left lying about. His thoughts had drifted to Gwen when she was a child, and a young teenager. He remembered her shy, sweet face, always ready with a smile and endearingly red cheeks which blushed at the slightest hint of embarrassment or discomfort. He hadn't seen her in several years. After his divorce, Peter had moved into an apartment closer to work, and was not blessed with watching Gwen mature into a young woman. He wondered what she would be like. She was studying at university now, so he figured that she must have loosened up somewhat, spending most of her time out and university bars with university boys. She still sounded a bit shy over the phone, but was also very open and conversational. He wondered what she looked like.

He didn't have to wonder long, however, since his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of keys unlocking the front door. He was quickly greeted by one of the most disarming smiles he had ever seen. Lovely, white teeth shone through pink, parted lips. A face that was completely devoid of makeup and topped with slightly disheveled hair stared at him. Then she spoke:

"Hi"

He must have been staring at her for ages, because she quickly looked away, a faint red rising in her cheeks. He couldn't help but stare. From what he had heard of her voice, which was very soft and smooth, he figured she was pretty. Upon seeing her, however, that opinion changed to one where he now knew that she was pretty, beautiful, and cute, all rolled into one. She was a tall girl, had long, curly, reddish brown tresses, and a soft, curvy body that he instantly wanted to hold against him

Realizing his apparent ogling, he turned his eyes away, walked up to her and gave her a hug, welcoming her home.

"Thanks. I'm sorry if I'm imposing or anything, but I just had to get away from my roommates. I've got millions of assignments to do, and they're not helping," she said

"Ahhh, I remember those days. Believe me, you might actually miss it when you get to be my age. Let's hope you don't," Peter responded

She looked at him with understanding, partially knowing what it was like to be alone. She had gone to university to get an education, of course, but also with hopes of meeting someone. Not just a casual friendship, she had enough of those. Nor did she want a brief sexual encounter either, but someone to share something with. Most of the guys she spent her time with were her friends, or just plain idiots.

Snapping out of her reverie, Gwen felt her stomach rumble, indicating to both her and Peter, that she needed nourishment. Laughing, they both went into the kitchen, chatting away, while fixing something for the both of them to eat.

The two had passed the night away as old friends, chatting about their lives, current events, personal dilemmas, school, jobs, and whatever else was on their minds. As they talked, they moved closer together on the couch, and Peter relished the scent of her clean body, mixed with her shampoo. She continued to talk away about her courses, and he let his eyes drift away from hers, and travel down her body. She wore a soft, cotton V-neck shirt, that delightfully exposed her creamy neck to his eyes. Just below were her soft, plump breasts, which he could see little of, but he knew they had to be amazing. Tearing his eyes away, he let them wander down her smooth, rounded belly, and down her lovely long legs that he wanted to feel wrapped tightly about him.

His breathing was getting a bit laboured at the thought of touching her skin, and he immediately felt the blood rushing down to his groin, making it stiffen. He tried desperately to enjoy this platonic company, vainly trying to dismiss his hardening cock. Eventually, he had to disengage from the conversation with the poor excuse of being tired.

He wandered off to his room, where he immediately disrobed, and thought of sweet, young Gwen taking his stiff cock in her hands and between her parted pink lips. Closing his eyes, and reaching for his swollen cock, he pictured her naked before him, for his consumption. All he could think of was her, lightly kissing his cock, gently licking, swirling her tongue around the swollen head, and flicking the slit. He wanted to see her kneel before him, and take his fat cock into her pretty little mouth, licking it, sucking it. He wanted to grab her hair and force her onto his meat, fucking her tight mouth slowly as if it were embedded deep in her pussy. Those innocent eyes looking into his lust-filled ones, he would moan as she sucked him. He could feel his cock and balls tighten, knowing he was about to cum, and dutifully imagined squirting his hot, creamy, cum in her mouth, down her throat.

Temporarily satisfied by that image, Peter soon drifted off to sleep.

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After Peter had sauntered off to his room, Gwen saw no need to hang around alone. She went to her room, unpacked a few things of hers, changed into her nightclothes, and climbed into bed. After a half hour of tossing and turning, Gwen knew it was useless for her to try and sleep. Getting up, she went to the computer room across the hall and got online.

She knew what she wanted. She was horny that night, and wanted a little extra stimulation. At 20, Gwen was, much to her chagrin, still a virgin, never having done much of anything with a guy. She never really knew why she was still single. All her friends had boyfriends and girlfriends, she was the only one without. That was the way it had always been and she wondered if it was the way it would always be. She hated being alone, but she pushed all depressing thoughts from her mind, and navigated the Internet for an erotic story or two to read.

She came upon a longer one, about an older man and a younger woman. Of course, the young woman was always of the very sexually experienced variety, and was more than willing to please her neighbor of an older man. Gwen wished that she could be like the young woman in the story, and for a while, she imagined that she was. Leaning back into her chair, she began to read her story. When she was half way through the story, Gwen slid a hand to her breast. She cupped it lightly, gently squeezing and rubbed her fingers over her hard, nipple. She did the same to the other, making both taut nipples protrude through the fabric of her tank top. She continued to pinch her nipples, and fondle her own breasts while she read, until the tension between her legs became unbearable. She slid a hand down her tummy and underneath her panties. Parting her legs, she let the cool air drift over her cloth covered pussy.

She then brought one hand to her breast, and continued fondling, while her other hand cupped her hot mound. The wetness on her panties was covering the back of her hand, and she lightly dipped a finger between the lips of her wet cunt, trailing it up to circle her clit. She brought her finger down again, this time pressing it between the lips further, coating it in her cunt juice. She took the finger from underneath her panties and up to her mouth, where she tentatively licked her wet finger with her tongue. Finding the taste to be agreeable, she slid her finger between her ips, and licked and sucked at all her tangy juices. Breathing a little heavier, she immediately returned her hand to her pussy, rubbing harder along the slit of her sopping cunt.

As she touched herself, she could not hear the faint rustling of Peter rising from his bed. Suffering from the same bout of insomnia, he went downstairs with the intention of watching some television. As he came int the living room, he could see a faint glow emanating from the computer room down the hall.

"Must be Gwen," he thought.

He quietly stepped on the carpet, and as he got closer, he could hear soft cries, barely audible, coming from the room. The door was ajar, just enough for him to peer inside, and what he saw made him rock hard in record time. There he saw his young, sweet Gwen, laying back in the chair, legs obscenely parted, moving her hand underneath her panties. Her lithe body was clothed only in a white tank top and panties, through which he could see her hard nipples and an alluring view of her pussy. He stood, watching, feeling his cock grow even harder. He began rubbing a bit, in long, slow strokes. Gwen's rubbing became more frantic, and he could her the noises of her cunt juices swirling around her hand. All he wanted now was to fuck this young creature. To stand right between those parted long legs and slam his cock into her waiting cunt.

His lust was dulling any common sense he had, so he abruptly let go of his cock, walked into the room, and stood beside her.

Gwen immediately sat upright, taking her hand off her pussy, trying to wipe the wetness on her legs. She panicked. She couldn't look him in the eye, she was nervous, she had been caught.

"I...uh...I," was all she could say

"Reading anything good?" Peter asked.

"Ummm..." she blushed and looked at the floor. She rose from the chair, attempting to run from the room

Her bashfulness only increased his lust, and he was determined to take this further. Blocking the doorway, his eyes took in the sight of her yet again, and with a raging cock, he asked:

"Why don't you read it for me?"

"I-I can't," she replied.

"Why not, you seemed to like it before" Peter said in a deep voice. He moved over to the chair she had been sitting in, and took a seat himself. His eyes scanned over the computer screen, reading the filthy words that had been written there.

"You enjoyed this didn't you?" he asked

When she didn't respond, he asked again, but more forcefully.

"Yes...I did," she finally answered.

"Well then come and read it to me"

"Okay" She moved closer to him, and as she got near enough, he pulled her onto his lap. AS her buttocks slid down onto his legs, she was shocked when she felt his hard cock press against her. She jumped, but he held her still, his hand fastened about her waist.

"Have you ever felt that before, baby?"

"...No..I haven't," she said, ashamed of her inexperience.

He kept going:

"Never touched one? Ever seen one?"

The same answer was spoken nervously from her lips.

"Has anyone ever touch your breasts, felt you nipple?"

"No"

"Put his hand or his tongue on your pussy?"

She inhaled sharply as he said that dirty word. "No"

He kissed the back of her neck, his tongue tasting her skin

"Would you like the feel that, sweetie"

Unsure of what her answer would bring, for the first time, she said "Yes".

She was still trembling, and he pulled her closer against him, keeping his arms tight about her. He lightly kissed her temple, brushing her hair away.

"Maybe...maybe I should go back to bed," she said, afraid of the results this might bring.

"I think you should stay right here," was his answer.

Peter pulled her even closer, nudging her sideways, so that her legs dangled over the arm of the chair. He tilted her head back and swiftly brought his lips down upon hers. Not expecting anything quite so forceful, Gwen tried to pull away, but he kept his mouth on hers, sliding his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. She began to respond with clumsy kisses, which turned Peter on even more. As he kissed her, he made sure she felt the pressure of his throbbing cock against her back. He wanted her to know that he was going to have her. Slipping his hand under her shirt he slid his fingers over her warm stomach, and brought his hand up until he met the curve of her breast. Rewarded with a soft sigh, he took this as encouragement and slid his hand over the firm mound of her breast. Gwen stiffened a little, then relaxed, touching her tongue with his, as his fingers grazed over her nipples.

Now finding her tank top to be a hindrance, he pulled away, hooked his fingers under the hem of her shirt, and pulled it up. She lifted her arms so he could pull it completely off her body. Her tits were small, but very firm, and very plump, and capped with stiff, pink nipples. Shyness suddenly overcame Gwen and she moved her arms to cover herself, but he stopped her from doing so. Staring at her young tits, he moved his head down and begun kissing that creamy neck he had ogled earlier, while fondling her tits with his hands. He lightly pinched her nipples while he tasted her skin, moving his head lower, and down her body.

His hand left her breast, and Gwen whimpered at the loss of heat, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth. He kissed and nibbled along the soft mound, and flicked his tongue out over her nipple. She moaned softly, her head dangling back. Looking at her boy sprawled on his lap, he licked his lips and took the hard nipple between his lips. He teased, and sucked, and licked, the pink bud, until she was writhing on his cock, and emitting soft cries. He moved his head over to the other breast, not wanting to neglect it, and offered the same treatment. His mouth and tongue were all over her sweet young tits, completely devouring them. While sucking her tits, he moved a hand down her body, aiming towards her hot pussy. He found her panties, reached under them, and nudging her legs apart, cupped her hot cunt in his hand. He then imitated the same movements she had made earlier, and slid a finger between her cunt lips. She moaned, and ground her hips into his lap, thrusting her tits in his face.

Taking his hand off her cunt, he roughly lifted her off his lap, and stood her up. She was briefly unsure of what he was doing, but then his hands reach her panties, and pulled them down her legs. Stepping out of them, she realized she was completely naked, and felt embarrassed. Peter didn't care. He stood up, in turn, and pulled down his own boxer shorts, proudly revealing his erect cock. Gwen stood and stared. She had never seen one, except in pictures, and she felt amazingly aroused and intimidated by this foreign flesh. She looked silently, as it stood out from his body. He sat back down in the chair.

"Touch it" he ordered

She looked at him questioningly. "Can I?"

"Yes, baby. Kneel down and move between my legs"

She did as he asked, and reached her hand out, tentatively, and very slowly inched it towards his cock. She let her finger touch the shaft very lightly. He gasped, and she looked up at him, and slowly wrapped her fingers around his long, thick cock.

"Good, baby. Now move your hand up and down"

Again, she followed his instructions and slowly pumped his cock with her hand. He stared down at her, watching her tits sway as she moved, and watching her as she was staring at her hand moving along his shaft.

"Now kiss it"

She looked at him, and looked back down at this cock, and leaned forward, dropping a light kiss on the head of hard cock. He groaned, and she continued to drop kisses along the head and down the shaft. Then she got more adventurous and began licking tasting his hard meat. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and took it between her lips, and as he moaned his approval, took him into her mouth. She slid as much of him in as she could, before she started to bob her head up and down and suck his cock.

He wanted to fuck her wet mouth for all he was worth, but he pulled out, trails of saliva dripping between his cock and her lips. He got up, and lifted her into the chair. Before she had time to question him, he pulled her hips forward, spread her legs, and knelt between them. He buried his face between her thighs, and kissed and licked her pussy lips, causing her to whimper once more. Taking a deep breath of her scent, he stuck out his tongue and licked the entire length of her slit, from her cunt hole to her clit. He licked her cunt lips and took them into his mouth, sucking them. Her juices were dripping out of her pussy and coating his face. He lapped at them, thrusting his face into her cunt, eagerly licking at the juices she gave. He plunged his tongue into her tight hole, really tasting her. She was moaning and bucking her hips, grabbing his head in her hands, as his tongue rammed in and out of her cunt. He moved his mouth upwards a bit and focused on her clit. Taking her clit between his clit, he sucked, and he hummed, creating vibrations, while flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit. It was not long before she came, screaming, clamping her legs around his head.

He continued to lap at her pussy, being sure to keep her aroused. When she began moaning anew, he pulled away, lifted her up once more, and turned her over on her knees. He stood behind her, positioning his cock against her backside, sliding his cock head along her hot cunt, coating it with her juice. Suddenly, she tensed, and tried to squirm away.

"It's okay, baby. I know" was all he said, and gripping her hips in his hands, he placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. The thought of fucking this young girl was overwhelming, and he pushed his cock inside. He didn't want to hurt her badly, so he tried to go somewhat slowly, but he couldn't help wanting to bury himself inside her. So he did. He shoved his cock into her tight, wet cunt. She cried out as he did, and he held her still. When he heard nothing from her, he began to slide his cock out, almost all the way, and thrust it back in. Her cunt was so hot, wet and young, and felt unbelievable as it tightly gripped his cock.

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