yet. Like when you bite into a mango and it crunchy, before the flesh soften and juice run down the side of your mouth. Melissa might not be ripe fruit but I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten in a long time. The balloon in my pants is ready to pop.
‘Let’s go to the bedroom,’ my voice is deep, impatient. Without waiting for a reply I pick her up and carry her to my bed. She’s like a feather. Even though she taller than Jeanette she weigh almost nothing.
I pull her little blouse over her head. She’s not wearing a brassiere. Her two little breasts sit like fried eggs on her chest. Guys in my football team have bigger breast than hers. But when I lick them she trembles. I feel her pleasure. I keep my lips on her breast while I pull off her skirt and panties. I use my fingers to part her lips. She wet. Wetter than I was expecting. I slide my finger to her clit, feel it rigid and pulsing. I take off my T-shirt, jeans and boxers. My balloon is stiff, so tight it’s painful. If I was watching porn I’d have relieved myself by now. I look down at Melissa. Her hips are narrow, legs straight and thin, hardly any shape. I’m not sure she can take my weight.
‘You all right baby?’
She pants, ‘Yes.’
‘Ready for me?’
‘Yes.’
I spread her legs a little wider and am taking aim when I remember I need a condom. Been so long since I needed to use them I nearly forget. Damn, I have to go to the bathroom cupboard to get one. I hope they still in date.
‘Wait, back in a minute.’
I thank God they’re still there. Now Darron watching porn I don’t know what else he doing and whose gear he using. I just hope he using protection. I roll it on, fumble a bit because I’m out of practice.
Melissa’s lying exactly how I leave her. I give her nipples a little bite. She does that little gasp. Then I’m probing my way into her opening. I have to go easy, inch my way in. She don’t look like she can take all of me. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s hot and slippery and I slide all the way in. I let out a sigh, a mix of relief and satisfaction. I begin working on her, rotating my hips, pulling back, pushing forward. I put my hand under her bottom and lift her hips up so I can go in deeper, she make little gasping noises, wrap her arms round my neck, hold on tight.
‘Me hurting you?’
‘No.’
‘You like it?’ I like to hear it. Like to know when I’m doing a good job.
‘U hum,’ she grunt.
I ride her like that for a while; feel her arms round me and her hips under me. Then I turn her round, lay on my back and let her ride me from the top. She rock back and forward and side to side, like she unsure of what to do. I take charge again. Thrust my hip right into her over and over till she start to cry out. I put my hand over her mouth. ‘Darron sleeping,’ I remind her. She bite my hand. That arouse me even more. I turn her back over and let her have it, hard and fast. I’m rigid. Just as the pin prick my balloon and the air start to gush out, her body goes limp. She let out a long sigh. I roll to the side of her, don’t want to flatten her. She’s breathing long and deep and I realise she sleeping. I lay on my back and look up at the ceiling. I just had a meal. McDonalds is a meal, but its not Sunday dinner. Not chicken, sweet potato, macaroni pie, vegetables, salad. Melissa is McDonalds. Jeanette was Sunday dinner.
Darron look at me from under his eyelids, head bent into his bowl of cereal, rushing it as usual.
‘If you get up earlier you’ll have time for a descent breakfast.’
He doesn’t answer; just keep shovelling in the cereal. ‘Remember I’m coming to see your teacher today.’ I feel the energy around him change, feel him tense up.
Couple years ago I used to look forward to going to his school. He was a star pupil then. All his teachers wanted to tell me how well he was doing. English, maths, science, geography, every subject the same thing. ‘Darron work so hard. Darron put in one
‘Let’s go to the bedroom,’ my voice is deep, impatient. Without waiting for a reply I pick her up and carry her to my bed. She’s like a feather. Even though she taller than Jeanette she weigh almost nothing.
I pull her little blouse over her head. She’s not wearing a brassiere. Her two little breasts sit like fried eggs on her chest. Guys in my football team have bigger breast than hers. But when I lick them she trembles. I feel her pleasure. I keep my lips on her breast while I pull off her skirt and panties. I use my fingers to part her lips. She wet. Wetter than I was expecting. I slide my finger to her clit, feel it rigid and pulsing. I take off my T-shirt, jeans and boxers. My balloon is stiff, so tight it’s painful. If I was watching porn I’d have relieved myself by now. I look down at Melissa. Her hips are narrow, legs straight and thin, hardly any shape. I’m not sure she can take my weight.
‘You all right baby?’
She pants, ‘Yes.’
‘Ready for me?’
‘Yes.’
I spread her legs a little wider and am taking aim when I remember I need a condom. Been so long since I needed to use them I nearly forget. Damn, I have to go to the bathroom cupboard to get one. I hope they still in date.
‘Wait, back in a minute.’
I thank God they’re still there. Now Darron watching porn I don’t know what else he doing and whose gear he using. I just hope he using protection. I roll it on, fumble a bit because I’m out of practice.
Melissa’s lying exactly how I leave her. I give her nipples a little bite. She does that little gasp. Then I’m probing my way into her opening. I have to go easy, inch my way in. She don’t look like she can take all of me. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s hot and slippery and I slide all the way in. I let out a sigh, a mix of relief and satisfaction. I begin working on her, rotating my hips, pulling back, pushing forward. I put my hand under her bottom and lift her hips up so I can go in deeper, she make little gasping noises, wrap her arms round my neck, hold on tight.
‘Me hurting you?’
‘No.’
‘You like it?’ I like to hear it. Like to know when I’m doing a good job.
‘U hum,’ she grunt.
I ride her like that for a while; feel her arms round me and her hips under me. Then I turn her round, lay on my back and let her ride me from the top. She rock back and forward and side to side, like she unsure of what to do. I take charge again. Thrust my hip right into her over and over till she start to cry out. I put my hand over her mouth. ‘Darron sleeping,’ I remind her. She bite my hand. That arouse me even more. I turn her back over and let her have it, hard and fast. I’m rigid. Just as the pin prick my balloon and the air start to gush out, her body goes limp. She let out a long sigh. I roll to the side of her, don’t want to flatten her. She’s breathing long and deep and I realise she sleeping. I lay on my back and look up at the ceiling. I just had a meal. McDonalds is a meal, but its not Sunday dinner. Not chicken, sweet potato, macaroni pie, vegetables, salad. Melissa is McDonalds. Jeanette was Sunday dinner.
Darron look at me from under his eyelids, head bent into his bowl of cereal, rushing it as usual.
‘If you get up earlier you’ll have time for a descent breakfast.’
He doesn’t answer; just keep shovelling in the cereal. ‘Remember I’m coming to see your teacher today.’ I feel the energy around him change, feel him tense up.
Couple years ago I used to look forward to going to his school. He was a star pupil then. All his teachers wanted to tell me how well he was doing. English, maths, science, geography, every subject the same thing. ‘Darron work so hard. Darron put in one
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