Elsa was a ninteen-year-old, cute Chinese adoptee of my wife’s best friend. They came from Portland to visit us in Tacoma a couple of times a year. She was about four feet and nine inches tall, petite and skinny, with almost no chest except for two perky half-ping-pong ball-sized protrusions for tits. She never wore a bra. Why would she, with such a flat chest?
We all went for a bike ride and enjoyed the summer day in Puget Sound. When we got back, my wife, Gabby, and her friend Trisha were chatting and needed some one-on-one time. I went upstairs to talk with Elsa to see how she was getting along with her boyfriend.
We started chatting and she told me that her boyfriend Franklin and she broke up a couple of weeks ago. He was a born-again Christian and Elsa was an agnostic. She had always confided in me starting about two years earlier, when I told her that being so attractive she would have a lot of guys trying to get her in bed. I didn’t want this kind of conversation with her, but she didn’t have a father in her life, and Trisha asked me to have a real talk about guys with her.
Since that time, I was like a priest to her in a way. She would confess a lot of extraordinary tales of her relationships with me. I was never judgemental like her helicopter mom, who was so over-bossy and overbearing. I was very much like an uncle or father figure to her. I looked the part too, since I was in my mid-50s.
She told me how Franklin never had intercourse with her because, as a Christian, he wasn’t allowed to. Elsa really liked sex. I knew this because she told me the story of her first boyfriend, who was twenty years older and kind of a bad seed. She went on to tell me that he was her first and he was really good at sex. It was with her first boyfriend that she had intercourse, anal, BJs, and a threesome. She told me how she loved watching her BF get fucked and facials. It astounded me how she confessed all this to me.
Then, all of a sudden, she said, “I want Franklin to cuddle with me. After he finishes back there, he says he’s grossed out and runs off to the bathroom to clean up. I just want him to lay with me, cuddling.”
My mind lit up with fireworks of imagery while I quickly put it all together. Did she just tell me that her ex-boyfriend fucks her in the ass only. I have to admit that I had desired Elsa for the past year or so, as she confessed her sexual exploits to me. Now I was getting really aroused. I started imagining my fat cock in her asshole.
“Do you and Gabby do it from the backdoor?” she asked.
“I told you that I would always be honest with you, so, yes, we do,” I said. “Actually, she loves it in her ass more and more over the years. She’s getting better at blowjobs too, but that is a skill that is best to learn when you’re young.”
We talked a bit more about guys, and how disappointed she is with most of her boyfriends. I asked her, half jokingly, “Have you ever considered just being a lesbian, then you wouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit of guys?”
She chuckled at this and said, “No, not at all; I like guys and I like cock a real lot.”
I said, “Well, you have time now. You can take your time to find another guy who will do what you want. Try and avoid Christians in the future, though.” And I chuckled again.
She replied, “Actually, I had met up with one guy a couple of days after my break-up, but that didn’t work out.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. What was wrong with him?”
She hesitated for just a second. “Well, he was older than what he texted me.”
“How much older?” I was thinking five or ten years, perhaps.
She said, “He said he was fifty-five.”
I thought, “Shit, that’s my age.”
She continued, “I felt sorry for him because he told me he was getting a divorce and he hadn’t had sex for over two years. I understand the need for sex. I had sympathy for him. So I met him. Luckily, he said he was in town on business. It seemed to me like my good luck.”
I said to her, “You didn’t have sex with this guy, did you? I mean, you just met him.”
She hesitated, then told me, “Yeah, I did. But I needed the money.”
What the fuck? Elsa is definitely the most interesting person I’ve known in recent memory. The confessions of unexpected sexual activity keep pouring out of her lips. She’s a goddamned well-seasoned professional slut at nine-fucking-teen. I never, ever would have guessed it. She talks about her kitty cat, her terrarium with her turtles, and her part-time summer job as a weekend barista, all intermixed with voluntary talk about her slutty lifestyle.
“Are you going to see him again?” I asked. She said, “No, I don’t think so because I have a new boyfriend now.”
“Huh? Another boyfriend? ” I said. “How do you find boyfriends so fast?”
She then showed me her Instagram feed. Intermixed between pictures of kittens were endless guys. I had no idea that Instagram was such a hook-up site.
“Well, what is this boyfriend like?” I asked. She said, “He’s thirty-nine years old, pansexual and polyamorious. He works up in Seattle for Boeing, and he said he travels all over the world inspecting Boeing planes. He flew down just for one night last week for some Boeing thing, but he made time to see me. How sweet is that? And he’s damn good looking. He had two Boeing colleagues with him. We had a good time.”
Alarm bells rang in my head. “Elsa, this is a guy who will fuck anything anywhere at any time. And his ‘job‘, which I think is B.S., will make him unavailable to you much of the time. I wouldn’t doubt it, if it turned out that he’s married and in a ‘monogamous’ relationship, but wants a little sweet Elsa on the side.”
“Do you really think so?” she asked.
I said, “I’m thinking, based on the description you just gave me, that he wants to double-team you with a buddy. Or get you into some kind of gangbang to live out his petite Asian fantasies instigated by a porn-addiction.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I thought about that too. He’s like a burner phone to me. I know this isn’t a relationship that will last. I just want to have fun for a while. I have to admit, I like the idea of being DP’d and watching two guys fuck each other. Maybe I watch too much porn.”
She went on, “but he and his good looking colleagues were gorgeous, ripped, shaved, and hung,” She giggled, “It wasn’t the first time I had multiple partners, but last week, when this happened, oh god, it was so hot. I had cocks fill all my holes at the same time. That was a first for me. I fucking love cum.”
“You are an adult, Elsa; have fun with him, and stay safe and clean,” I said.
“I will and I do. I always douche my rectum for a clean experience. It takes me about ten to fifteen minutes to prepare, ” she replied.
“Uhm, okay, that’s not what I meant to be clean, though,” I said as my cheeks were reddening with embarrassment.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” she interjected. “They told me they all were tested recently and were all clean. Also, they gave me a copy of the videos they made right before I watched them move them to the “trash” folder on their phones. We watched it together afterwards. That too was hot.”
“That doesn’t delete them permanently,” I thought. I’m going to have to do some porn-site Internet surfing later to see if I can download a copy. She is an experienced slut for sure, but she is also so naive.
“Here, let me play one video for you so you can see how gorgeous they are. And look at, hmm,” she paused. “I think his name was Steve. Look at his beautiful cock.”
“Yeah, he was hung like a horse, but I wasn’t focused on his cock. I was watching a video of her being pounded in all of her holes. Goddamn, she is gorgeous naked. I love those tiny tits,” I thought.
“Just a sec,” she interrupted. “Here. No, uhm, here it is,” she said. She pushed the play button and she showed Todd, her new boyfriend, blasting a load in her gaped asshole. He shoved it back in, and then she did an ATM, and she was slurping up a lot of cum.
“Todd has a lot of cum in his balls, don’t you think,” she said, “I love cum and he drinks pineapple juice so it tastes really good.”
My mind was so blown away at two things. First, she confesses all this stuff to me for some reason. I didn’t ask her about her sex life. It is clear to me that she is trying to excite me, and it is working; and in doing so, it excites her. Secondly, she is literally a professional and seasoned slut. Under this cute and innocent looking young woman is Slutzilla. What the fuck!
Shortly after that conversation, we all got together downstairs and had dinner. Gabby and Elsa’s mom again started chatting.” I said, “I’m going to go check on Elsa.”
I went upstairs to the guest room, where she had the door ajar. I knocked and said, “Elsa, it’s me, Kevin.”
“Come on in,” she said.
“How ya doin?” I asked.
She told me that the bike ride made her back sore, and it was a minor pain, but she couldn’t get comfortable. She was sitting on the bed with her bare legs crossed in kind of a lotus position, and with a pillow behind her back against the headboard. Goddamn, she looked fucking hot. She was now wearing a tight, semi-transparent tee shirt that said, ‘Daddy Issues’ across her chest, and her long black hair flowed down the sides. Her nipples appeared hard and super erect; they seemed to extend out a quarter inch. She was wearing a short pleated tan skirt, and I could clearly see a beautiful bald pussy the way she was sitting. That, clearly, was meant to turn me on; something that she is obviously skilled at.
I told her, “I have some massage oil I use to give Gabby massages. I could rub some on your lower back.”
“You would do that for me? I’ve never had a massage before,” she said.
“It’s not really a big deal, it’s not a full massage. It would be just the lower part of your back.”
“Well, if you don’t mind,” she inquired, “I wouldn’t mind a full massage. The bike ride made my shoulders and legs a bit sore too. Also, I have seen videos of massages and I think they look soothing and could be fun, maybe.”
I wasn’t sure, again. What was she getting at? Was it what I think she was hinting at? No, this was just going to be a massage. Then she added, “Do you have a towel I can use? I have seen videos where I should put a towel over my butt to cover my private areas.”
“Of course,” I said. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Kevin,” I thought. She thinks of me like an uncle or something. But what about that story she told me of the hook-up with the old guy, and all the explicit sex talk and the bang video she showed me.
“I’m really looking forward to your massaging me, but give me fifteen minutes to prep. prior to your entry,” she added.
“Prior to your entry?” Who talks like that to come back into her room? I think she’s fucking with me by getting me to think about her double entendre language. She is a little manipulator of men.
“Fine,” I said, “First let me go get that towel for you.”
She interrupted, “Do you have a squeeze bottle, like one of those bike water bottles?”
“Of course,” I said, “I’ll get that and the towel for you. Then I’ll be back in fifteen minutes with some massage oil and we can see if we can make you feel a bit better.”
“Okay,” she said, “I’ll be here waiting for you to come,” she paused a little longer than expected, and then added, “back.”
I went downstairs to the master bedroom to get the massage oil. I opened the drawer with the oil in it and grabbed it. As I was about to close the drawer, I stopped, opened it fully again. I also grabbed a small container of coconut oil. My wife and I use this for lube for ass fucking. What was I thinking? That’s never going to happen with her. I reached down to put it back, but my passion for my fantasy was taking over. I hung onto it. I closed the drawer and went and grabbed my laptop bag. I removed the laptop and I put the bottles of oil in there.
As I passed my wife chatting with her Elsa’s Mom, my wife asked, “How are you and Elsa getting on?”
“Good,” I said,” she’s showing me pictures and videos of her kitty (that was my double entendre, heh, heh), terrarium and critters. I came down to get my laptop to show her photos of my hiking trip to the Grand Canyon last year.”
“Okay, don’t bore her,” my wife laughed. “I won’t,” I said.
I went back upstairs, and approached Elsa’s room. I knocked on the door and she said, “Just a moment. I’m not quite ready.” Thirty seconds later she said, “come in.”
I entered the room and I saw her lying on her stomach. She was totally naked except for a large bath towel covering her thighs and her ass. I closed the door.
“Are you comfortable?” I inquired.
“Yes, except for this damn sore back,” she told me.
Okay, I was letting my fantasies get the better of me. My already throbbing cock went immediately limp, as I became ashamed of myself for even thinking there was going to be anything other than a therapeutic massage with a woman more than thirty-five years younger than me.
What the fuck was wrong with me? It ain’t gonna happen. I don’t look like her boyfriend and his gangbang crew, except for my cock. I wore Dockers and I had the haircut and body of Dave Barry, the American humorist. “Yeah, that’s the kind of guy a nineteen year old hot chick want to fuck,” I thought sarcastically.
As she lay there with her head turned to the side and away from me, I noticed the pillow wasn’t under her head. It was under her pelvis. Her ass was raised above the bed by about six or nine inches. I couldn’t really tell, but it was under her hips. It was hard to tell because the towel was large and draped about a foot to the left and right of her hips. But there was no mistaking it. Her ass was raised. The blood rushed back into my cock and was instantly rock hard. It was quite noticeable through my gym shorts. But her head was turned away from me, so she didn’t notice.
I pulled out my phone and played my standard “relaxing pan-flute massage music.”
“Oh that music is soothing,” Elsa said. “Yes,” I replied, “I want to make you totally relaxed.”
Before I got the massage oil out. I rubbed my hands rapidly together to create frictional heat. When they were very warm, I quickly laid the palms of my hands on her lower back.
“Ooooh, wow!” she said with pleasure, “that feels so good.”
“It’s supposed to,” I replied as I repeated this procedure. First, on her lower back several times, then on her shoulders, and again on her uncovered calves. I avoided touching the towel covering her butt and thighs.
She was making a lot of “mmm,” and, “oooo” sounds. She was really enjoying this.
After about five minutes of the warm-hand thing, I grabbed the massage oil. I started to gently rub it into her lower back. Now and then, I would gently rub my forearm on the towel fitted into the crack of her ass as I moved my oily hands on her back. The third time I did this she responded by wiggling her ass just a bit.
The towel had shifted because of my sitting on the edge of the bed and partially on the towel. I re-positioned it back, but turned down just a bit so the top of her ass with about one inch of her upper ass crack exposed. She did not respond to this.
I used a lot of oil as I gently rubbed her lower back. I moved up to her shoulders. She was moving, wiggling slightly all over, but barely noticeable.
I moved down to her calves and gave them the soothing attention of my hands and the oil.
“Could you do my thighs too,” she said, “if you don’t mind?”
“Not a problem,” I said. “YES, FUCKING, YES,” is what I thought.
I took the lower part of the towel and folded it up over her ass. I could see a bit of her underwear was exposed. I was disappointed. I wanted her to be completely naked under the towel. Damn, maybe this was just going to be a massage after all. I had hoped to see her sweet Asian bare pussy like earlier when she wore the skirt with no panties. Instead I saw black silky underwear. But I could definitely see that pillow under her pelvis raising her butt up.
I started massaging her thighs with the oil. Sometimes I just used one hand in order to stroke my throbbing cock under my gym shorts.
Now she was moaning lightly and I could see her arching her ass up higher. I could see more and more of the underwear. My hands were gently rubbing the inside of her thighs where they met her ass next to the black panties covering her pussy. I could feel her squirm. I noticed a small wet spot on her underwear the size of a quarter.
I then carefully moved more of the towel up to expose more of her black panties covering her ass. And I noticed some bare skin, like her panties may have had a rip in it or something. I continued to massage her inner thighs, and moved my fingers so close to her panties and pussy. She squirmed more and more and she raised her ass higher.
Then she took her right arm and grabbed the towel and tossed it off the bed. I then saw the completeness of her unusual panties. They were designed as “open-back” panties. There was a clear shot of her exposed, shaved asshole, but her pussy was covered. Also her asshole was gaped, about the size of a nickel and her panties framed her asshole like a work of art. Okay, there was no mistaking any hints now. She wanted my fat cock in her teen ass.
That’s why she took an extra thirty seconds before letting me in the door. She had removed a butt plug from her asshole. I looked around and I could see the plug on the end table. I hadn’t noticed it when I came into the room because I was too busy staring at all the beautiful young Asian skin.
It also explained her “fifteen-minute prep time” and a bike water bottle. She douched her ass for a clean anal fuck. Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.
I said, “I think we need to put some more attention onto your back.”
I got up off the side of the bed. I could see she had her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her face. I removed my gym shorts and my throbbing shaved cock wanted in that asshole. She had experience with anal sex with her latest boyfriend and her Christian boyfriend after all. Hell, that’s probably who bought her these panties.
I grabbed the bottle of coconut oil and slathered copious amounts on my eight inch thick cock. I straddle her upper thighs and I know she could feel my shaved balls resting on them as my cock pointed to the North Star.
I poured more massage oil on her back. I took my forearm and moved it from the small of her lower back up to her shoulders. I repeated this several times until the last time as she moved her ass further into the air while arching her back. She could feel my hard bare cut cock tip touch the skin on her asshole. She let out a heavy coo and moaned.
As I continued to move my oil covered arm up to her shoulders I would make heavier contact with my cock and her asshole through the hole in her panties. Sometimes the tip would touch the rim, and sometimes it would knock loudly, pressing in, and teasing that backdoor.
Then it happened.
This time as I moved my forearm up her back and met her shoulder, my cock head entered her asshole by just a half inch and stayed there briefly. She then pushed up more and my cock was now a good inch in and squeezing my cock head into her asshole opening.
I pulled my cock out and reached back for the coconut oil and applied more oil onto my cock. There was no way that thing was going in without more oil. Her ass was bobbing up and down begging for the entirety of my cock to enter. I now could see all of that beautiful young bronze Asian skin from her feet to her delicious raised ass to her shoulders.
Straddling her thighs I leaned forward with my arms supporting me as my cock rested in the crack of that ass. A few moments later I slid it up and down her crack hitting her gaped asshole like a tire to a deep pothole.
I entered.
I slowly moved in. Moment by moment. She grabbed the sheets with her hands to ease the pleasure pain of the wide girth of my eight inch cock. I did not stop. I kept going deeper, then deeper until all eight inches were buried in that small ass.
Then I backed out a few inches and started pumping and pumping my throbbing thickness, balls deep into that beautiful Asian ass of hers.
The pace was becoming frantic. As I plunged balls deep she would thrust that ass up again, and again, and again.
We were both in an ecstatic erotic zone and I pounded her ass deep. She started coming and coming. I was so close. Now I pulled her up to her knees. Her back was arched with her head and shoulders in contact with the bed. Her asshole was aimed at the ceiling. I had a leg on each side of her hips.
I thrust my hips down and my cock back in. My balls bounced off the small panty covering of her pussy. I pulled up rapidly exiting her asshole and then thrusting back down deep. I repeated this again, again, again, and again. Pull out above her ass, then quickly jammed back in. My wide cock entered that gaped asshole like a bunker busting ordinance.
This happened again, and again and again. Then I couldn’t hold back another moment . As I was pulling back to exit her ass, I blew my wad in her ass. It felt like I released a quart of cum into that heavenly ass. As I pulled out a large stream of cum spewed down from her asshole and drenched her panties and the sheets below. I began pulsating cum again and again, blowing streams of white cum over her ass, panties, thighs, and down her exit tube. Cum was everywhere.
I used my hand to squeeze out more man-milk into her gaping asshole. Then she quickly flipped over, sat up with those delicious tiny tits of hers pointing at me. She swallowed my cock and the last gushes of pulsating cum slammed into her mouth and down her throat. It was spilling down her chin and onto her sweet tiny half dollar tiny tits.
Then something unexpected happened.
The door to her bedroom swung open with a crash!
“Shit! I forgot to lock the door!” I thought.
My wife and Elsa’s mother were standing there. Their mouths wide open and utterly speechless. My fat cock in her daughter’s mouth with cum dripping down her chin onto her sweet tiny tits. Cum all over her and the bed.
As Elsa loudly farted gurgling cum out of her ass I turned my naked body toward the door with my still raging hard-on dripping cum, and said to my wife and Elsa’s mom, “I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t what it looks like.”