Mutual protection, part 3
Mutual protection, part 3
Chapter 9: Close
Startled, Melvin rolled away from Iole, all the way to the edge of the improvised bed.
“Are you going to sleep there?”
“Yes,” the girl nodded.
“You don't have your own bed?”
Iole smiled and pointed to the other side of the cave, where Melvin saw a similar but smaller grass bed.
“Then why don't you sleep there?”
She tapped her head, then touched her chest, like she had done before.
“Healing. We need to be close.”
“So we slept like this every time?”
Iole nodded.
“Yes, of course.”
Melvin sighed, then accepted his fate. He tried to find a comfortable position, lying on his back, pressed against the cave wall to give Iole as much room as possible. But to his surprise, she scooted closer and pressed her warm body firmly against his.
“Do you …,” his voice failed, and he cleared his throat, “do you really need to be this close?”
She nodded again, laid her head on Melvin's shoulder, and her left arm on his chest.
“Yes. Is that a problem? You sound as if you are afraid?”
Melvin shivered as he felt the warmth of the girl's body, the softness of her skin. The feeling of her arm on his chest, almost a tender caress. Did she actually caress him? He noticed that her hand was indeed gently brushing his chest, moving down, tracing a scar, a reminder of his recent crash. Her fingers slowly approached his abdomen, in a gentle, teasing, almost loving way.
It felt good, much better than it should feel. He felt how his body responded. He felt blood rush down, to his groin. He hoped that Iole would not see how his manhood started to rise. Or if she did, that she would not understand the reason.
And just then she did look down, and a smile appeared on her face.
“Oh, but I see you do enjoy it!”
And then her hand instantly sped up, past Melvin's abs, and she grabbed his dick firmly between her soft fingers. His cock instantly grew further, to maximum size and hardness, and a groan escaped his mouth. But then he regained his self-control.
“Iole, no. You shouldn't. It's wrong.”
Her hand, that had just started to stroke Melvin's foreskin up and down, stopped still.
“Not? It does not feel good? Then why are you hard?”
“It does feel good,” Melvin hesitantly admitted, “very good. But it's …”
He sighed deeply and moaned as Iole resumed the motion of her hand, pulling his foreskin back, then pushing it over his sensitive glans again.
“It's wrong. You are too young.”
“Wrong? Why? You like it. I like it. Why is it wrong?”
And without awaiting a reply, the young girl added a second hand and started to jack off Melvin in earnest. It was very clear that this was not her first time.
Chapter 10: Closer
Melvin felt his resistance start to crumble as another satisfied groan escaped his lips. His penis started to leak precum, that Iole expertly rubbed over the purple head of Melvin's engorged manhood. And his left arm, completely on its own volition, somehow found its way around the young girl. He noticed how his arm pulled her body close against his. He felt the soft skin of her buttocks as his hand touched and caressed her there.
But then, all of a sudden, she stopped her handjob and looked at him, a startled look on her face.
“Too young. You said I am too young. Why?”
“Too young for … this,” Melvin gestured vaguely, trying to encompass how close they were.
“For sex?”
“Yes, for sex! Children should not have sex. That's for adults.”
A deep frown appeared on Iole's face, as she tried to parse this new information.
“I do not understand. Sex is fun. Are oldfolk children not allowed to have fun?”
Melvin's mouth closed, opened, then closed again. He wanted to respond, explain to her how wrong she was. But he could not. This mutant girl, just a child, had uttered just three words that ripped away his whole 38 years of upbringing, his entire view on sex.
“Sex is fun,” he finally repeated, “I … It's strange. I never thought about it that way.”
Iole smiled.
“You oldfolk are weird.”
And then she rolled on top of him, straddled him. Melvin felt his throbbing dick pressed tightly between his stomach and Iole's cunny. He felt the heat radiating from her sex, but also the moisture. It was clear that this girl was wet, very wet. Ready to receive him, and willing to receive him.
“Can we fuck now, mist … Melvin?”
“Do I have a choice?” Melvin asked, aware that he was probably strong enough to throw off the girl, but also aware that he did not want to hurt her.
“Of course. If you don't want to, just say so. I can suck you, or make you cum with my hands. Or we can do nothing. But I hope you want to fuck. I know I want to. It's been long, too long.”
Melvin felt his last resistance melt away. Just the feeling of her hairless pussy on top of his dick already drove him insane. So wet, so warm, so good! But his mind, formed by almost four decades in a different reality, with different rules, still had one last objection.
“But why me? Why a man old enough to be your father?”
“Why not?” was Iole's simple reply.
And then her lips curled a bit.
“You are here. You have a dick. I want a dick inside me. Isn't that enough reason?”
Chapter 11: Closest
That simple logic tore down the last remnant of Melvin's resistance. He looked at Iole's face, and saw in her eyes that she knew as well as he knew what his answer was. No more words were needed.
Iole lifted her body. Melvin's hand found his stiff rod, and he pointed it up, directing it to the holy grail of Iole's young body. As she lowered herself slowly, Melvin adjusted his aim, until he felt the wet and soft resistance of her labia, as they touched the head of his dick. But the girl did not halt her downward motion. Without hesitation, she lowered her body further. And Melvin felt how her lips stretched, parted to make way for this so very wanted intruder.
Without hesitation, the girl continued her downward motion. As more and more of his pulsating manhood disappeared in Iole's pleasure hole, he could not suppress a groan. And then he felt how even his legs started to shake and tremble uncontrollably from sheer pleasure.
“All the way in,” Iole stated matter-of-factly, as Melvin felt the weight of her body press down on his hips, “and it feels good.”
She held still for a while and closed her eyes, apparently focusing on the sensations her lower body was relaying to her. Then she opened them again, looked at Melvin's face, a broad smile lighting up her face.
“See? I told you this is fun!”
And then she started to move her body up and down, releasing his overstimulated cock from her vice grip and then capturing it again, and again, and again.
Melvin's eyes rolled back in his head as the delightful feeling exploded around his cock. Warm and wet and tight, as if his glans were massaged by thousands of tiny velvet-skinned tongues.
He moved his hands. His right hand found her flat chest, her perky nipples. His left hand stroked her back, tracked her shoulder blade, caressed her spine, then playfully kneaded her buttocks, so soft and yet so firm at the same time. Her own hand found her little clitoris, that she started to massage for additional stimulation as she fucked her newfound lover. Her other hand stroked his torso, twirled little curls in the hairs on his chest, caressed his belly, carefully avoiding the last still healing scars.
She definitely needed it. Very much, That became apparent as, much faster than Melvin had anticipated, she threw her head back and yelled words he did not know. Her body tensed, her back arched, and then he felt how the muscles in her vagina clenched his dick even harder, contracting and pulsating, making it feel even better. So much better that Melvin, too, was now pushed over the edge. He felt his balls contract, felt the warmth of his seed as it shot up through his shaft, and then propelled into the unripe body of his young lover.
And then Iole collapsed on him. Her small body, now all sweaty, on top of his strong chest. He wrapped two arms around her, stroked her back, caressed her hair, and grinned from ear to ear as he saw her open her eyes and smile at him,
“See? I told you! Sex is fun.”
“Yes,” Melvin admitted, “yes, it is.”
He had wanted her to remain on top of him. But she rolled off, returned to her position next to him, then pressed herself against his side again, laying her arm on his chest.
“But now you must sleep, mister Melvin. Heal now. More sex tomorrow.”
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