Paul And Anna; A Love Story
written by:
The SlutMan

Paul And Anna; A Love Story

by The SlutMan

He awakened just before his climax and by the time he figured out what was going on, it was too late. He blew his load into her hot mouth and she expertly sucked it all down, not loosing a drop.

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Her name was Anna; she was eighteen and a familiar sight around the neighborhood. She delivered the morning paper and collected for it once a week. They had talked a few times and it had turned into a regular thing. She would show up in the evening once or twice a week, sit with him on the steps of his front porch and they would talk while he had a beer or two. He found that they both considered TV a waste of time and her home life sucked badly enough that she got out whenever she could.

They were friendly, but certainly not friendly enough for this, although she seemed to think differently. He angrily sat her down and questioned her, asking her why on Earth she had done such a foolish thing, and she told him her story.

Her mother, she said, was an over-weight semi-pro whore and dressed in clothes a size or two too small, drank heavily and survived on 'tips' from her legions of boyfriends, state aid and child support checks from her ex-husband.

Paul felt badly for the girl, she was a nice kid, smart as a whip, and had managed to rise above her squalid home life. She kept herself fresh and clean and her clothes were always clean as well. She displayed considerable ingenuity with her wardrobe too, always managing to look good despite getting her clothes from the Salvation Army.

Paul felt terrible about her situation and he felt even worse when he told her that there was nothing he could do about it. That's when she dropped her bombshell. She had gone to a lawyer and had taken all the steps necessary and was ready to have herself declared emancipated, a necessary step to get the child support from her father diverted to her. The lawyer did the work for her Pro Bono and the paperwork was ready to go. They were waiting until she found a place to live. She would have an income; the child support checks would come to her after the papers were filed and keep coming until she was twenty-one, and she had her job which paid a little bit as well.

She knew from their conversations that his house, which he had just inherited from his grandmother the year before, had a small two-room apartment above the garage. It had been packed with an odd assortment of things and he had been slowly emptying it out, sorting through the stuff and selling most of it, and turning a pretty good buck on it, too.

She wanted that apartment. She wanted it badly enough that she was willing to fuck him to get him to give it to her.

"So you blew me, hoping I'd say yes, right?" Paul asked.

She nodded, and got up. "I'm sorry I bothered you," she said quietly and headed for the door. "It won't happen again."

"Wait!" Paul said quickly. She stopped but did not turn to face him. "You can have the apartment." She did not move.

"What'll I have to do to get it?" she asked, her body stiffening.

"Pay rent," he said dryly, "in cash. Utilities are included, since they are not metered independently. That doesn't include phone or cable, those will be your responsibility. The place is furnished, but not very nicely. I'll pay you if you want to fix it up, for materials and your labor. I'll show you how to do something if you don't know how."

She turned to face him, her eyes bright with tears. "How much?"

"How much is the support check?" he shot back, trying to gauge how much she could afford.

"That's none of your business," she replied. "How much?"

He laughed. "Tough cookie, aren't you?" He regarded her thoughtfully. "Two-fifty a month." Her eyes closed and her shoulders slumped. "You can reduce that by, let's say, up to seventy-five bucks a month if you're willing to clean my house twice a month at fifteen bucks an hour."

Her head came up and she looked at him, her face expressionless. "Why's the rent so cheap? You can get twice that."

"I didn't plan to rent it at all," he said wryly. "My plan was to spruce this place up, renovate it and unload it. I figured it would take me five years. I don't want to be a landlord, it's a real pain in the ass." He smiled at her. "I figure that you're desperate enough and smart enough to not cause me any trouble. Do you want it or not?"

"Considering what I just did here," she said slowly and blushing fiercely, "Cleaning your pipes wouldn't happen to be part of that cleaning job, would it?"

He laughed. "I'll worry about my pipes kiddo, and you worry about yours. Do you want it or not?"

She stuck out her hand. "I'll take it, starting next month, if that's ok with you. Thank you." They shook on the deal.

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That had been six months ago, and he had no reason to regret the deal. She paid her rent on time and had actually built up a one-month cushion, just in case her support check didn't show up on time.

She did a beautiful job cleaning his house, her movements quick and economical and the place looked great, better than he had seen it look in years.

She had also painted her apartment, quickly learning how to do it properly and he had helped her only once, painting her ceilings for her so she wouldn't have to move a ladder every five minutes to do it herself. She had repaid his labor with hers, spending an equal amount of time cleaning for him without pay.

He had been barbequing a steak one night while she cleaned his house and had asked her if she'd like to stay and eat with him, and she had. It had been a pleasant evening for them both and a week later she had invited him to dinner when he got home from work, serving it on the picnic table in the back yard.

It had been one hell of a good meal and he had been extravagant with his praise, knowing that she had cooked it on a beat up two burner electric range and a severely limited budget.

Their once a week meals together had become a habit, something they both looked forward to. They discovered they liked a lot of the same things, especially reading and he loaned her books from his library on a regular basis. They had a comfortable friendship, one they both enjoyed.

That all changed one stormy Friday night.

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They had spent the evening enjoying their once a week meal together and afterward, sitting on the front porch, talking about the latest book she had read and watching a storm move in to the area.

Ten o'clock rolled around and he was ready for bed, but she skillfully kept the conversation going and did not leave for her apartment until almost eleven.

Thunder was grumbling overhead as he undressed and the floodgates opened just as he finished brushing his teeth. He had always loved a good thunderstorm and this one was a real frog strangler, with rain so heavy you could hardly see through it and thunder and lightning crashing overhead.

He padded downstairs and out onto the deep front porch clad in only his pajamas, marveling at Mother Nature's show and the sheer ferocity of the storm. Lightning flared across the sky and the lights of the neighborhood died, the night fading to pitch black except for a spot on the next block where a power transformer burned brightly on a utility pole.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see the rain again, coming down harder than ever. He moved back from the front of the porch, standing against the front wall of the house as the wind picked up and began to blow the rain on to the porch.

Then he heard it. The storm was suddenly louder and he looked down the street and saw a wall of hail moving in his direction.

He cursed and leaned inside the front door, grabbing the keys to his new truck, slamming the door and dashing through the downpour to the garage. He flung open the door and dived into his truck, getting it inside just as the hail hit, balls of ice ranging from the size of golf balls all the way up to the size of baseballs.

He stood in the garage, watching as they rained down, hearing them drumming on the cars left out in the storm and watching them shatter on the pavement. The wind started gusting heavily and now he could hear windows shattering all over the neighborhood as the hail was blown in them.

He smiled grimly, glad now that he had spent the extra money on a much tougher, heavier screening when he replaced the screen windows. The hail started hitting the tailgate of his truck; sounding like someone was beating on it with a hammer. He ran to it and swiftly opened it, letting to tough box liner covering it take the beating rather than his unprotected paint.

He stuck his hand out and caught a baseball-sized hailstone and retreated back into the garage, shaking his stinging hand. He took a bite out of the hail stone, savoring the icy cold, crisp clean taste of it when he heard glass shattering above him. And Anna's startled scream.

'Oh fuck!' he thought grimly, 'I never got around to doing the apartment windows! Shit!' He grabbed an old paint tarp off the workbench and shoved his bare feet into a ratty pair of sneakers he wore when he mowed the lawn. He grabbed a battery powered lantern and a staple gun hanging on the wall and using the tarp for protection against the hail, ran outside over the broken glass and hailstones littering the driveway and up the stairs to Anna's front door.

He banged on the door and winced as a baseball sized hailstone bounced off the heavy tarp covering his head. The curtain in the window of the door lifted and it opened suddenly, Anna pulling him inside and slamming the door shut against the storm.

He dropped the tarp and turned on the lantern and looked around, immediately seeing the broken window, the rain and hail soaking the convertible couch that was also Anna's only bed. He grabbed the tarp and a few minutes later, the window was weather tight, the tarp stapled to the woodwork inside at the top of the window and to the windowsill outside at the bottom, the sashes with their broken glass leaning against the wall.

He turned and Anna handed him a large bath towel, which he folded and laid against the bottom of the tarp to catch the water that the wind was blowing in under it.

"There." he said, standing back and surveying his work. "That'll keep the worst of it out."

Anna was bent over, feeling her bed. Her hand came away dripping wet. She turned a stricken face to him but before she could say anything, he said, "You won't be sleeping there for a day or two, kiddo."

She nodded wordlessly and looked back at the bed. "That's my only blanket too. Damn it!" She looked back at him. "Thanks for sealing up the window. You didn't have to come out here in this to do that."

"Of course I did. Too much water will ruin the floors. Besides, I was out already, getting my truck under cover."

"Would you mind... could I borrow a few blankets from you for tonight?" Anna asked, looking at the floor.

"Sure," Paul said, "But what are you gonna sleep on? The bed is soaked." He prodded the thin mattress and held up his finger, dripping wet. "That mattress won't be dry for a couple of days."

"I'll make myself a little nest," she said. "It'll do for a couple of days."

"Nope," Paul said, "You'll stay with me, at least until we can get this place dry again." He looked at her. "You can build you nest on my couch."

He held up his hand as Anna started to protest. "It's not open for debate. You're paying me for shelter and you're not getting it here. You'll stay with me."

He looked around and spotted a box of Saran Wrap. He picked it up and said, "Here's your raincoat, kiddo. Let's get this show on the road."

He grabbed the loose end and swiftly wound it around the giggling girl, wrapping her up like a mummy from mid-thigh up, covering the short skirt and blouse she was wearing, and her head and hair as well, leaving just her face free of the clinging wrap.

"There!" he said, grinning at the girl. "Lose the shoes, kiddo, they'll just get ruined in this rain."

She grinned and kicked off her cheap Wal-Mart shoes and almost fell on her ass. "Why'd you wrap my arms against me like that?" she complained. "I'll probably fall if I try to run like this."

"That's the beauty of it." Paul chuckled. "You don't have to run. You're waterproof, I gay-ron-tee!" He went to the door and looked back at her. "You ready?"

She nodded. "I guess so."

"Let's go!" He pulled open the door, stepped out into the downpour and gestured to the stairs. She stepped out and he slammed the door and held her upper arms, holding her steady as they descended the stairs, Anna going slowly and kicking the shattered hail out of the way. She stepped out onto the driveway and stopped, looking at the veritable minefield of jagged shards and then down at her bare feet.

She gave him a helpless look, and then squealed as he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the front porch of his house. He set her down in the shelter of the deep porch and found the loose end of the Saran Wrap. He unwrapped her head and then held the bundled up material in both hands, bracing his feet as if he were going to start a balky lawn mower.

"How many spins do you think I can get out of you with just one pull?" he teased, tugging gently on the Saran Wrap.

Anna smiled sweetly at him and said, "None!" and quickly danced around him, wrapping him up as she unwrapped herself. They both laughed as Anna staggered a little bit, dizzy from her graceful pirouetting around him.

He let the loosely wrapped plastic slip off his body and bundled it up, and they both stood watching the rain as it eased, her hand slipping into his, surprising him. They went inside a few minutes later as the neighbors began to come out to survey the damage to their property.

******

Paul stood at the window of his bedroom, watching another storm coming towards the city, but thinking about Anna. He found himself thinking about Anna a lot these days. He admired the girl, admired her resourcefulness, her spunk, her gritty determination to make something of herself.

But he also admired her wit, her intellect and her joyous appetite for life. She took life in big bites, making the best of things, good and bad. A lot of girls growing up the way she had were now peddling their asses downtown, trying to raise enough money for their next fix.

But not Anna. The only bad move he had ever seen her make was when she had snuck into his house and sucked him off, in the hope that he would then rent her the apartment. Things had worked out in the end, she had her apartment, was a model tenant and they never talked about her mistake.

But he would think of it during his lonely nights, the nights he would take out his cock and jerk off, thinking of her soft mouth on his straining cock and her outrageously lush body, wishing he could go to her and take her, lovingly leading her into womanhood.

He sighed and shook his head, turning away from the window and closing the shade. He couldn't do it; he couldn't destroy her perception of him as a nice guy and a friend.

He knew it could be done. He knew she would weigh the benefits of going to bed with him to keep her apartment against the troubles she would have by refusing him and possibly landing out on the streets. She would most likely choose to fuck him, and let him use her lush body to satisfy his basest urges. He didn't want that.

His eyebrows went up as he realized what he had just thought. He didn't want to fuck her, not like that. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted her love. He groaned in frustration and began to change out of his soaking wet pajamas.

'It was nice, ' he thought, 'just holding her hand was really nice.'

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Anna stood at the living room window, watching another storm move in, and thinking about Paul. She was, she knew, in love with him. Her heart fluttered as that thought crossed her mind.

She thought that he was a truly good man. He cared about the people he knew and tried to help. But he was also nobody's fool. She blushed as she remembered how she had tried to influence him to let her have the apartment. And the surprising outcome. She had been fully prepared to let him take her to bed, had been ready to barter away her virginity for a chance at that little apartment.

It would have been worth it to her, she knew. She would have done almost anything to get out of her mother's house, and her life. Her mother was furious when Anna showed her the emancipation papers but there was nothing she could do about it.

Anna knew that her mother's anger had been over losing the child support checks and she had taken great pleasure in telling her mother, "Now you'll have to be a real whore, you fat, lazy bitch!" Her mother had screeched in rage and come at her, trying to hit her. Anna had deftly sidestepped her ponderous charge and hit her as hard as she could, right on the nose, breaking it. She never went back.

She should be happy now that her life was in order. She was doing very well in school, taking all the advanced courses she could, and she knew that she was at the top of her class. Her guidance counselor assured her that she was well within reach of a full ride scholarship to the state university if she performed this well for the rest of her senior year. That was a mighty incentive for her and she found it easy to avoid the things that might distract her from her goal.

But Paul was turning out to be a serious distraction. She was sure she loved him and she was absolutely positive she wanted him. Alone in her bed at night, she would review where things stood in her life, making sure that she was on track and she would end up thinking of Paul.

And then her fingers would be in her cunt and she would be gasping his name as she orgasmed. And she dreamed of a life with him, dreamed of living with him and raising their kids. The dreams made it hard to get out of bed in the morning because they were so nice.

She thought of all that as she stood at the window, trying to decide what to do. Should she go to him and confess her love? Wait until she was older and maybe loose him in the mean time? She sighed. Why were the easiest things to fix the hardest things to do? She picked up the candle and followed the flame through the house and up the stairs. She had decided.

She would go to him and let the chips fall where they may.

******

Anna knocked on the closed bedroom door and hearing no answer, opened it slowly and peeked inside. Paul was standing at the window watching the rain in a fresh pair of pajamas, his wet pajamas on the floor.

She slipped inside and closed the door, leaning against it and waited. He saw the reflection of her candle in the window and turned around, looking at her. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, noticing his growing erection and went back to his face. She didn't move and she didn't say anything.

He was a big man at six feet, three inches tall, with muscular arms and legs. He chest was broad and deep, and he had a narrow waist and slim hips. Hanging between his legs, she knew, were his fat cock and a pair of big, hairy balls. He was a good-looking man with bright blue eyes, crew cut blond hair and a strong jaw. He was clean-shaven but she could see curly hair peeking out of the vee neck of his pajama tops and his legs were hairy too, although not overly so. When he smiled, he showed even white teeth and his eyes danced.

He was not smiling now. His eyes were devouring her, taking in every detail as if he was trying to memorize her. She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy juicing under that laser-like gaze and her breathing got heavier. She opened her mouth to tell him how she felt and no words came. She was a tongue-tied schoolgirl, and it made her want to weep.

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Paul looked at the eighteen-year-old leaning against his bedroom door and thought that he had never seen such a beautiful girl. She was, Paul thought, perhaps one of the most extravagantly voluptuous eighteen year olds he had ever seen. And that was saying something. Anna was positively top heavy with tits, 36Ds at least. And she didn't have a straight line on her. She was all succulent, swooping curves, her flesh pneumatically packed into her skin.

She was about five and a half feet tall and had big, dark eyes that shone with intelligence. Her nose was slightly curved and regal, her lips soft and full. She had a bright, contagious smile, dimples in her cheeks and a softly rounded jaw. Her hair was jet black, shiny and thick, and hung to the middle of her back. Her neck was long and slender, her shoulders broad. Her breasts were amazing, lush, heavy globes that would not have been out of place on a woman twice her age.

Her waist was not really slim, but it looked that way because of her extravagant figure. Her belly was gently rounded; leading the eye down to her womanly hips and round, firm thighs. Her ass was a work of art, perfectly shaped, and it twitched delightfully when she walked, her hips swaying from side to side. Her legs were perfect, beautifully shaped and strong. She was a lovely young thing, young being the operative word.

He stood and drank in the sight of her, trying to find the courage to tell her how he felt about her. He could feel his cock lifting and rising and he didn't care. He walked over to her, took the candle out of her hand and set it down on top of the highboy next to the door. He took her hands and slowly backed towards the bed, Anna moving stiffly, like a robot needing oil, her eyes on his face. He felt his rearing cock find the loose opening of the unbuttoned fly of his pajamas and escape, bobbing as he moved and he still didn't care.

He backed up until his legs hit the side of the low king sized bed and sat down. He lifted her hands to his face and kissed them. He looked down for a moment and then his eyes were on hers.

"Anna..." His voice was rusty and uncertain. "Anna, I think I've fallen in love with you. I..." He stopped speaking as Anna fell to her knees in front of him. Her soft hands cupped his face. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

"I love you too." she whispered. "I love you so much..." She leaned towards him slowly and her lips brushed his. She pulled back and her eyes searched his face. And then they were kissing, her lips on his, his tongue in her mouth, tasting her for the first time. And it was so incredibly right.

She wrapped her arms around him, her body melting against his broad chest as they kissed, feeling her breasts harden and her pussy getting wetter, flowering open to receive him. And then his arms were around her, crushing her to his chest and she didn't want him to ever let go.

He leaned his forehead against hers, his blue eyes all she could see, as they seemed to bore into her soul. "Be mine," he whispered. "Be my girl forever!" Her mind spun as he spoke, hearing the words she had been longing to hear.

"Yes!" she said, her heart soaring. "I'll be your girl." They kissed again and when it ended, she pulled back a little and said, "But if you don't mind too much, right now, I wanna be your woman." She gave him a wicked smile and ran her hands down his chest, over his belly and onto his cock.

He found that he was holding his breath as the beautiful girl in front of him fisted his cock and he groaned loudly as her small hand slowly jacked the thick shaft. She cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled a secret little smile and he shivered when she ducked her head and licked the bloated, plum sized head of his rod.

"Oh my God!" he groaned, putting his hands on her head. "Suck it, baby! Suck my cock!"

She giggled as she heard the raw lust in his voice, her hands jacking the long thick shaft of his cock as her tongue laved the head. She only sucked him for a few moments, before he pulled his cock out of her grasp.

"Stand up, honey," he said, "Let's get you naked!"

"Nope," she giggled, backing away from him. "You first!"

He was sure that he set a new personal best getting out of his pajamas. Anna giggled and clapped her hands as she watched him strip for the first time.

"Now its your turn," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed again. "Time for you to get naked." The twenty-three year old man was practically drooling at the thought of seeing this eighteen-year-old girl strip for him.

She stepped away from him and slowly began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers deftly popping the buttons free of the buttonholes. She looked at him hotly from under her eyebrows as she shed her blouse, letting the garment fall on the floor behind her.

She fiddled with the clasp of her bra, but then changed her mind, her hands going to the waistband of the little plaid skirt she was wearing. She slowly unfastened the button, cast a shy look at the man, and let the skirt drop. She was wearing plain white cotton panties and a plain white bra, and Paul was panting, his hand stroking his huge cock as he watched the twelfth grade girl strip for him.

"Take your panties off!" he whispered hoarsely. "I wanna see your cute little pussy first!"

She looked at the big man sitting on the edge of the bed, his huge cock in his hand and smiled. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly began to inch them down over her hips. She turned her back to the man as her hands pushed her underwear down and he looked hungrily at her ripe, round ass as it was slowly revealed. Her panties hit the floor and she looked coyly over her shoulder at the man.

"Let me see it!" he gasped, his hand working on his cock, sliding smoothly up and down his thick cock.

She pouted and shook her head no, and then her hands went up behind her back, working at the clasp of the bra. She smiled brazenly at him as the bra loosened on her, and she allowed the straps to slide from her shoulders. She turned then, her little hand covering her mound, and the other holding her skimpy bra in front of her incredible tits.

"Show me!" the man moaned, his hand flashing up and down his cock. "Show me what you've got, babe!"

She let her arm drop and her titties appeared in all their glory, capped with her erect nipples. She danced a little closer to the big man, and turned her back on him again, slowly waving her firm ass at him, her hand smoothing over the taut flesh of her butt.

"Oh Goddamn!" the man groaned and came, his cock belching his load of hot cream onto the floor.

The girl whirled and stared at his cock as it spewed its load. She suddenly covered the distance between them in a couple of running steps and fell to her knees in front of him. Her mouth opened and she crammed his cock into her face, the bloated head going deep in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" the man croaked, his hand holding her head in place by her hair, his hips moving as he fucked her face. She took his big cock smoothly, swallowing him right down to his balls, an effortless display of impressive skill and she sucked him off, her tongue scrubbing against his cock as he orgasmed in her throat.

A few moments later, it was over. He let her hair go, but she did not stop sucking his cock until she was sure it would not soften on her. She pulled back and smiled at him, her hands on his shaft, pumping it gently.

She stood up, pulling on his cock until he got to his feet. She leaned forward and tongued his chest and then backed away from him, her hand still on his rigid meat. He followed as she backed around to the foot of the bed, climbing on it and knee walking to the center of it, not releasing his cock until he was kneeling on the bed too.

He moved towards her and she stopped him with a hand splayed against his chest, shaking her head no. And then she lay back, her legs doubled under her, until she hit the pillow, her hair a dark shinning halo around her head.

She looked at him as her hands cupped her breasts as if offering them to him and her legs slowly opened, her neatly trimmed bush framing her wet, swollen labia. His eyes darted between her face and her shinning pink slit, his cock bouncing with every beat of his heart.

Her eyes were half closed and she licked her lips, her face a picture of a woman in need of a man, and then she slowly humped her drooling pussy up at him.

"Paul!" she whispered, and he tore his eyes away from her wet cunt and looked hungrily at her. "Please, make me a woman!" Her legs opened wider and she held her arms out to him, and then he was on her, his chest pillowed on her opulent breasts, her arms and legs going around him as they kissed.

His kiss was hard and demanding and his lips left a burning trail as he kissed the side of her jaw and tongued her soft skin, moving onto her neck and finally tonguing her ear, rimming the delicate white shell.

She was gasping and moaning as he kissed her, her hips moving under him, her arms and legs wound tightly around his hard body. She was as ready as a woman could be, her hugely spiked nipples grinding into his hairy chest as she writhed under him.

"Paul!" she whined, "Make love to me! Oh God please! Love me!" He tongued the tender skin of her neck, feeling the racing pulse of her heart in the artery at the corner of her jaw with his lips. He tongued her ear again and whispered, "I've gotta get a rubber out of the nightstand..."

Her arms tightened around him. "No, no..." she moaned. "I'm safe... oh please!" Her hips thudded against his as she whined in frustration. "I have the implant... oh God, Paul! Make love to me! Please... please!"

Her legs relaxed as he humped his hips away from her, grabbed his turgidly erect cock and centered it on her oozing cunt. He knew that she was still a virgin and he slowly began to penetrate her but Anna was not having any of that. Her hymen was long gone, a victim of her fingers and the toys she used on herself.

She tightened her legs around his hips and thrust her hips upwards with all her strength, savagely impaling herself on his long, thick cock. He rode her down to the mattress and she came, her high pitched keening wail bouncing off the walls as she orgasmed fiercely, her nails leaving bloody welts on his shoulders as she bucked and writhed madly under him.

He laid on her, chewing his cheek, striving not to cum himself as her hot, wet pussy convulsed on his cock. He reached back with both hands and grabbed her legs, pinning them to the mattress, her ankles next to her shoulders and began to fuck her, using every bit of his cock.

Anna wailed as his rod began to move in her, working the strong muscles of her virgin cunt to squeeze and caress his pounding cock, savoring the feel of his heavy balls slapping against her firm ass. She rained kisses all over his face, urging him on in a low, gasping voice, her hips bobbing and weaving as he plunged his cock deep into her belly. His rod felt fantastic to her, his fat plum sized helmet prodding her cervix, prying at the very mouth of her womb every time he hammered it into her widespread, overstuffed cunt. Her next orgasm began to build quickly and she slipped one hand between their bodies, her fingers abusing her rigidly erect clit as she strove for her next climax.

Paul's head spun as he made love to her, her gash hot and tight around his straining cock. His skin burned wherever she kissed him, her lewd encouragements inflaming his lust for her, driving him to heights of passion he had never attained before. His balls drew up tight against his body and his cock swelled, and he orgasmed again, his jism spewing into her. He sobbed in ecstasy as he came, this time balls deep in the woman he loved, his hips never really stopping as his hot steaming load gushed deep into her belly.

Anna shrieked as his cum flooded her cunt, and climaxed as well, her orgasm growing stronger as she diddled her clit, grinding her pussy onto Paul's bucking rod with wanton abandon as she writhed under her lover. And then Paul arched his back, slamming his cock into her clasping pussy balls deep and freezing, propped up on his elbows, his hands mauling her luscious tits as her strong vaginal muscles milked his erupting cock.

*****

The line of thunderstorms had passed, leaving the air washed clean. The power was still out, the only light was from the full moon, playing hide and seek with the city as clouds drifted in front of it.

There was a spate of hammering, which quickly tapered off and died, as people boarded up their broken windows, and the silence of the night once again ruled the streets. The big house with the wide, deep front porch was quiet, one of the second floor windows faintly lit by candlelight.

Paul was lying on Anna, comfortably cradled between her round, firm thighs on her wide hips, her legs tangled with his. His hard muscular belly was on her soft, more gently rounded stomach, his deep chest flattening her plush tits.

They were kissing, Anna's hands splayed across the back of his head, her fingers gently massaging his scalp as their tongues dueled in their mouths. He broke their kiss, his mouth going to her throat, his lips nibbling along the line of her jaw to her ear, her pussy softly contracting on his half-hard cock as he tongued the soft, sensitive skin.

He moved to roll off her and her arms tightened. "No," she whispered softly, "Stay on me, darling. I love the way you feel on me."

He settled back and braced himself up with his elbows, smiling down at the lush-bodied eighteen year old. "I love it too, babe. But nature is calling." He leaned down and brushed her pouting lips with his. "I gotta go."

She undulated gently under him and squeezed his softening cock with her cunt, and he sighed with pleasure as the soft tube massaged him. "Wanna change your mind?" she giggled.

"I wish I could. But my teeth are floating." He pushed himself up on his hands, grinding his hips against her. "I'll be right back." His head dipped and he licked her erect nipple and then rolled off her and to his feet. He stood beside the bed and looked down at her, his eyes taking in her tousled hair, her sweat-dampened breasts and belly and the matted hair at the top of her thighs.

"Jesus Christ, but you're beautiful!" he said softly.

She rolled to her side, her head propped up on her arm, her position emphasizing the swell of her womanly hips and the indent of her waist. She cupped her heavy breast in her hand, her fingers gently rolling the thick nipple. "And it's all for you, darling," she smiled. "Anything you want..."

"Oh Jesus..." He tore his eyes away from her salacious display and went into the bathroom, taking the candle with him. He stood in front of the toilet and set the candle down and lifted the seat. He leaned against the wall, bracing himself with one arm and cut loose, sighing as his stream sizzled into the water. He jumped a little as a pair of soft arms came around his body and she took a hold of his cock, her head under his braced arm, and drew little circles in the water with his stream.

"Jesus!" she said, twenty seconds later, as his stream began to weaken. "You must have a bladder sized to go with your great big, beautiful cock!"

He laughed and wrapped his arm around her, cupping her luscious tit as she delicately shook the last few drops from his prick. "It has to be big," he explained, "To go with these beautiful jugs."

She plastered herself against him, pulling his head down to hers with one hand and kissing him while she squeezed his cock with the other hand. Moments later, he smiled down at her and turned on the shower, turning to adjust the temperature. She dropped to her knees and lifted his half hard cock, ducking her head and kissed his balls, laving the wrinkled sack with her tongue and sucking it into her mouth, bathing his nuts in her hot mouth.

Paul gasped and looked down at the high school senior girl as she spat out his balls and plunged her mouth down over the length of his hard cock, moaning as his bloated cockhead slid effortlessly into her throat. She didn't stop until her lips were pressed against his belly, and then, her mouth still stuffed with his rod, stuck out her agile tongue and licked his balls. He moaned as she began to fuck him with her mouth, her face bobbing up and down the fearsome length of his cock as her fingers tickled his balls.

"Oh Jesus!" he groaned, as her expert ministrations brought him swiftly to the brink, his body stiffening as his balls drew up, ready to orgasm. And the she stopped, his rigid cock trembling as he fought down the urge to cum. She jumped to her feet and giving him a mischievous grin, leaned over and pushed the little lever that shut off the shower and diverted the water to the spout. She pulled the knob that closed the drain and as the hot water thundered into the tub, she opened the cabinet under the sink and took out a bottle of bubble bath soap, adding a liberal amount to the rapidly filling tub.

He shakily sat on the toilet, watching her as she quickly gathered her long thick mop of hair on top of her head and fastened it there with a couple of those clip-on things that women always seemed to wear in their hair, stirred the soapy water briskly with her hand and stepped into the tub, standing there and looking at him.

"You gonna join me, stud?" she asked as she knelt down and splashed soapy water over her breasts, caressing the heavy globes with her hands.

Paul stood and looked down at her as she tweaked her nipples, looking at his throbbing cock with hungry eyes. He stepped into the tub behind her and sat down, pulling her back onto his lap, one hand guiding his erect cock to her reddened labia and impaling her deeply as her ass settled onto his hips. He leaned back against the sloping back wall of the deep old tub and she sprawled out on his chest, moaning as his cock stretched her pussy and his hands found her soapy, up thrust breasts. She turned her head to the side and they kissed, the young woman gasping into his mouth as one of his hands left her heaving tits and cupped her pussy, his thumb strumming her swollen clit.

"Ohh, yeah!" she sighed softly, laying back on him, her head pillowed on his broad shoulder. "I just love the way your big cock fills me up!"

"Me too," Paul admitted, his big hands wandering over her lush body. "You've got the snuggest, tightest little box I've ever had." They lay quietly for a few minutes, until Anna sat up and shut off the water and settled back onto him, sighing with pleasure as the hot water flowed over her body, only their heads and the tips of her breasts out of the bubbles floating on top of the water.

"Where the hell did you find the bubble bath?" Paul asked lazily, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"It was under the sink, way in the back. I found it when I was cleaning, looking for bathroom cleaner. It must have been your grandmother's."

"It smells like she did." Paul said, fingering her clit again and smiling as she moaned. "I always loved the way she smelled, ever since I was a kid."

"There's a lot of her things under there, skin care stuff, body lotions and stuff like that. She must have taken good care of herself." Anna said softly. "Didn't you ever look under there?"

"Naw," Paul said, "I always kept the cleaning stuff in the linen closet. Easier to get at."

"She must have been beautiful," Anna said wistfully. "It must have been nice, having a grandma and grandpa."

"It was." Paul said, remembering. "Grandpa and I always went fishing together, and grandma would always have lunch waiting for us when we got back. He died when I was thirteen, and I cried and cried. I still miss him."

"I'm sorry." Anna said quietly. "I didn't mean to..."

"Its ok." Paul said quickly. "I got over it, with grandma's help. We... helped each other, really."

"What was she like?"

"Grandma was a lot younger than grandpa, almost twenty years younger. She was fifty when he died and he was sixty-nine. He had a massive heart attack, he was dead before he hit the floor."

"What happened to her?" Anna whispered.

"She died in her sleep a year ago. A massive brain hemorrhage, they said. As peaceful a way to go that there is, they said. I hope that they're right. She deserved the best."

Paul shook his head, almost visibly throwing off his somber mood. He ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. "And now I have you." he said, smiling at her.

"Oh yes!" Anna sighed, her hips picking up speed. She threw her head back and moaned, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his hands. "You'll always have me, I promise!"

Paul sat up and wrapped the moaning girl in his arms and got to his feet, stepping out of the tub and walking to the double bowl vanity. He perched her ass on the edge of it and she laid back, her feet going straight up into the air. Paul hugged her legs to his chest and began to fuck the lush-bodied young woman, driving his cock into her to the hilt with every stroke. He watched her as she began her climb to her peak, her nipples swelling as her climax approached. The slap of his hips against her firm ass got faster and faster as they made love and she came, screaming as her orgasm crashed down on her.

Paul gritted his teeth as his own peak arrived, and he slammed his cock into the madly cumming girl right to the root as he too orgasmed. Anna shrieked again as she felt the hot, wet heat of his seed boiling out of his cock, her orgasm gaining strength as he mashed her clit with his thumb. She thrashed under him for what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm slowly draining away, leaving her limp in its wake.

Paul gently cleaned her up with a warm, wet washcloth and then effortlessly picked her up, carrying her to his bed.

He gently laid her down and then climbed into the big bed beside her, pulling a sheet over their bodies to ward off the cool breeze from the open window. Anna sighed happily and snuggled up to him, pillowing her head on his broad shoulder, her hand possessively holding his limp cock and promptly fell asleep. Paul listened to the soft exhalations of the tired girl and looked at the ceiling.

"Thanks," he whispered. "Thanks for sending her to me..." His eyes closed and he slept, a small smile on his face.

The End