Ch. 4
Randy
Two months later
I haven't had sex in about two weeks now and, Mrs. Palm and her five daughters aren't helping either. I knew it would be difficult technically living with a member of the opposite sex who isn't related to me but, damn this shit is hard! It doesn't help my case any that there is sexual attraction. (Why?) I had to add to the rules I gave her. The girl doesn't like clothes. The first week she walked around in her underwear and got dressed in the open, not like there are many places to hide on the bus but there are doors! What did I get myself into?
Honor is lying in my room because it's supposedly 'the warmest place on the bus'. We're watching the True Blood marathon on HBO to occupy time; and I'm trying to catch up on some much needed sleep. To sum it up, it won't be an easy task to accomplish with this wicked hard on and Honor in my lap. Life sucks, at least right now it does. To make matters worse Alcede and Sookie, start getting it on, of course alcohol is to blame. Much to my embarrassment, I feel my dick get harder, straining against the fabric of my boxers and sweats; I know Honor knows it to.
As I suspected, she shifts to regain comfort. I assume she's going to move somewhere else or leave, hell I half expect her to call me a disgusting creep. Honestly I feel like one; she's so young. She's still a kid. Instead she leans over frees my cock from my shorts and spreads the lone bead of pre-cum around my tip.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" My breathing hitches as her soft skin creates friction along my engorged member. Honor ignores my last comment with a sly grin on her face, gliding her hand up my length, extracting a moan out of me. Instantaneous regret plagues my mind, Sam will inevitably find out.
"Honor-" I let my head fall back against the bed frame and I gasp, "Stop." Weakly I push her hand away, not really believing what is occurring here. Her eyes are completely focused on the TV, while mine are shut tight completely focusing on her hand. She stuns me further by getting down on her knees, forcing her body between my legs. First she traces my corona with her tongue then runs the soft muscle along the sides adding a slight bit of pressure with her jaw. Sealing her lips she peppers kisses around my shaft, letting her free hand caress my balls. Suddenly Honor leans forward taking all eight inches of me into her mouth with precision and torque.
"AHHH!" I gasp, feeling my tip touch the back of her throat. The onslaught her willingness to suck my cock arouses me higher, causing my palms to itch. They wander to the back of her neck encouraging her to keep going, then on to the smooth skin of her shoulders. My wife won't even surprise me like that and we've been together for ten years. The curtain of her straightened locks, censors my view of her pouty lips encircled around my shaft and her cute little button nose almost pressing into my pubic bone. The moist cavern of her mouth nearly spells the end for me; but I concentrate on not losing it, letting my eyes flutter closed. She starts bobbing her head up and down swallowing me whole while purring softly. Lord knows I don't want her to stop, but she should. I pull her silky hair from her face and hold it in a tight ponytail, groaning at the image before my vision, at the feel of her tongue tracing the bulging vein underneath my cock. Jaded eyes gaze up at me as she increases her suction on my swollen member, whilst deriving pleasure in my reaction. I don't believe she's still a virgin, especially if she can do this. Approaching the point of no return, I squirm and small beads of perspiration arise on my skin, warning me release is on the way, but I'm not ready to let go, and I can tell she senses it and her being the evil little bitch she is, she stops. She unfortunately withdraws and I leave her mouth with an obnoxious pop. She serenely sits back on her heels and examines me in wonder. I don't doubt she's daring me to do something. In her large eyes a twinkle of mischief dances around, prompting me to ponder her motives. Quickly my temper soars as I grip both her wrists and throw her down on the bed next to me. I hear her snicker and it tells me that was her intention.
"I want to be back in your mouth," she shakes her head telling me no a small smirk stretching over her soft lips. I kneel over her, my twitching erection in her face. Using a hand full of that long hair she treasures, I mildly pull her mouth to my cock. Defiantly she turns her head in the opposite direction. My fingers find and massage her sex through her blue panties, the crotch damp with her juices. Manipulating her is the only option I have left, and I know exactly where she would like me to touch. She adversely squeals at the contact and I thrust forward into the moist cave of her mouth, pleasure returning me to that high from before. When I knew she would comply with my needs I ease up on her restriction. She dug her nails into my thighs, leaving behind small half-moon shaped gashes as I furiously fuck her mouth. With each stroke my moans get louder as she gazes up at me. Stars dance in front of my vision as my body spasms and my abs contract, expelling my seed down Honor's warm throat.