Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2025 17:01:35 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Ethan and Emma 26 Please join me in donating to Nifty: https://donate.nifty.org A warning: this chapter contains explicit sexual references to particularly extreme taboo sexual practices. If this offends you please do not continue. Thank you. =Chapter 26= I sat alone at the kitchen island eating some cereal. Emma deserved her beauty rest. And she did look beautiful sleeping. So calm and perfect. I had gotten in a habit of waking early just to watch her sleep. Which felt creepy sometimes to be honest and so maybe I should stop. Still she was my fiancée. I loved and admired her. Was I not to worship and provide the upward glance? Outside it was raining. A constant quiet rain, a storm rolling through all day. They said it would rain for the next four days. Perfect excuse to stay inside and do as we please. I chuckled and ate more cereal, and when I was done rinsed my plate in the sink and cleaned up. Leave no trace after all. It was a nice belief and it was part of my life in other ways. She and I had analog communication methods. When I was still sneaking down here, I'd used the back door or the side door by the overgrown vines and come in at dark or early in the morning. We didn't even have each other's phone numbers. No pictures of us either. No trace. No trace except my come inside her. Almost constantly from day one. My come inside her. Under the table I got hard and started jerking. After a minute my bladder disagreed so I abandoned masturbating and went upstairs. On the way I looked into the living room. The fire was still going and she was asleep and half covered by her grandmother's blanket. I went upstairs to the bathroom. I was naked of course and flipped the lid up. I relaxed and let the stream of piss go and it felt good and warm. Like I hadn't gone in forever. I relaxed and sighed and breathed. Closed my eyes and arched my head back. I heard small footsteps behind me and smiled and then I felt her hands on me, wrapping around me, her lips on my shoulder and kissing up my neck as she wrapped her hands on my waist and around as she slowly grabbed my penis and guided it so I peed more carefully in the toilet. She pressed her whole body into me and sighed. I sighed back, a response and a match. I moved my hands back behind me to touch her waist and further back to grab her ass. Finally I stopped peeing. It was like I'd never peed before. I turned around to face her and we frenched deeply madly true for a long moment. My dick got hard pressed against her bare womanhood. We said nothing but kissed and felt each other all over and it was all thrilling. I never got tired of her. Every moment was like seeing her all over again for the first time. And it was no honeymoon stage either. Now we were comfortable and settled and happy and loved each other still, deeply. We wrapped our hands around each other and swayed to nonexistent music as we loved to do. I rested my head on her shoulder and after a while she said, "get in the shower." I did. She had a stand up shower with glass panels and a glass door in burnished bronze. It looked classic and tasteful like everything about her and about this house. I opened the door and stepped in and looked back at her. "Sit down," she said and smiled. I smiled too no had an idea of what was about to happen. I sat down and the tile felt warm on my ass and back and thighs. She stood before me and squared her legs apart. She looked down and touched my chin. "Where do you want it?" I was already beating off and breathing heavily. Just from her touch, the touch of her, the scent, the feeling of her, drove me crazy. I loved her. "Everywhere," I whispered. She bent down and kissed me and stood aright again. She moved her hand down her chest, her flat stomach, and her bare mound. Teasing me. Torturing me. She rubbed her mound for a long moment with one hand and tweaked her nipples with the other. She closed her eyes in an orgastic look. Then it came. A thin clear stream out of her small beautiful urethra. I scooted around so it landed on my chest. I wanted to close my eyes and feel it but I kept them open and we made this insane intense erotic eye contact as she went on me. "Don't stop," I said. I rubbed her legs. She smiled slightly and shivered. That temperature difference when a lot of hot liquid leaves the body. And it felt so warm on my chest. I started rubbing it on as she went. Then I brought one soaked hand to my mouth and licked my fingers clean and then I leaned in. She moved back a bit but I made a kissy slutty fade and said please. She leaned back toward me and pissed on my face. I closed my eyes and let it run all over me. "Oh god, Emma, yesss..." I opened my mouth and drank her all deeply. Not just letting it come and then dropping out of my slacked mouth but drinking her. Oh god I was drinking her. I had eaten her out and done pretty much everything else we could think of. In a lot of ways this felt like the last frontier. I rubbed her legs and drank more. More. With my free hand I was beating off hard and realized I was moaning for more. This has turned me on beyond all logic. There I was a teenaged boy getting pissed on like a degraded nobody by my much older much more beautiful fiance. I was in love and deep inside horny brain where the only thing that mattered was her pleasure, and I loved it. She bent down and hoisted me up. We kissed and swapped a remnant of her piss between us then she laid me down on the tiled floor and got over my face. I didn't even get to say, "oh fuck yes," before she got down and buried her wet pussy on my face and I went to town eating her. God it was so wet. She started jumping my face and I felt her quiver and moan as I ate her and rubbed my face all over her soaking wet privates and moaned into her bare cunt. I rubbed her ass and lightly probed her hole and felt her relax and let me in, my middle finger for the added satisfaction of fucking her with my fuck you finger. I took savage breaths between kicking and devouring her and above me she grabbed her tits and rode me like a goddess. She was moaning. "Oh godddd you dirty boy eat me...eat my pussy baby not fuck...eat it...oh god don't stop...don't stop...don't stop!" I went harder. Every time she said don't stop. Harder. Harder. I out my tongue as far in as I could and fingered her hole as far in as I could. I slapped her ass as much as I could in this pinned down position and each time she moaned like a dirty slut and it made us both hotter and more turned on. God she was so hot. So beautiful. I knew she got off hard just on being with me. And now we were beyond all logic and sense and safety. We were dangerous. I was a teenager eating this college girl's cunt and I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop. Never stop Emma. Never stop face fucking me "Never stop!" She cried out above me. "Oh god never stop fucking me! Fuck me little boy! Fuck me! Eat my pussy Ethan! God! Fuck! FUCK! Ohhhh you're such a good boy..." I moaned into her wet pussy: "mhmmmmm" She quaked above me. "Ughhh goddddd Ethan...Ethan..." I came off for air. She gave me space. My face was soaking wet in piss and her juices and spit and who knew what else. I slapped her pussy and looked right at her. She looked at me. "Come down my throat, you fuckin pedo." Then I took her in my mouth. I held her legs. I put my tongue out, inside her. And it happened. The hardest squirt yet. "ETHAN!!!" In my mouth it felt like being present at the eruption of the Yellowstone caldera. So wet. So hot. I never wanted it to end. Above me she was screaming my name as she exploded down my throat. I drank it all. All of it. Every drop. And held her tight on me as she quaked and screamed my name. "FUCK! ETHAN! ETHANN!" I breathed through my nose and kept a tight seal on her pussy and every breath out she quivered feeling the air from my nose on her bare soaking mound. What a woman. What a wife. She collapsed on me and slowly tried to untangle as I stayed on and sucked her dry. It tasted like nothing really. A little warm watery mix, a little sweet a little salty. I ran my soaked hands through my hair and didn't care. I was sure I looked affright. She now lay flat on the tile floor. I was above her, still sucking her mound. I wanted it all. Every fluid. She was mine. Mine. I moaned into her cunt and she quivered beneath me. I finally came up for air and spit on her cunt and rubbed it in. I felt good. We were both drained and breathing ragged, like old people near the end, and she looked so beautiful and frail on the floor under me, soaking wet, shaking, looking at me in a horny daze. I was breathing heavy. My cock was still hard as a rock. I laid it on her mound. She looked at me weakly, and said, "I love you so much." I slid inside her and shuddered and moaned as I came instantly. I bent down and frenched her and rubbed our wet faces together. "I love you too, mommy." We cuddled in our soaking wet mess for a long time after, and eventually slept. In the dream, she was pregnant. Later I woke up. I looked at the clock on the wall. Just after noon. She stirred too. I helped her up and we kissed and I said thank you to her and kissed some more. We took a shower together and after when we were cleaned up and recovered she went to her office to work and I went for a skate. I put on my black skinny jeans and the purple sex Osirises with green Nike socks, no shirt, a gray beanie, my cadre of bracelets and a silver hawk on a chain necklace and out I went. I wasn't really looking for some fuck. Downtown I stopped at the same intersection where I saw the cop the other day but he wasn't there. I skated across the intersection and went down the street to where the forgotten alley was. The one where I had sucked him dry. But of course he wasn't in there. It was dark and empty at this time of the day and every other time too, I imagined. I kicked my board up and walked in to the alley. No one. The sheer concrete wall of the parking garage on the one side. My footsteps cracked and shifted in the gravel. Dilapidated brick walls and covered windows that were the backs of the empty shops in front. Downtown was blighted you see. I could hide here forever. I sat and zoned out for a while. I looked at my phone. An hour had gone by. No one. Just the hum of the street outside the dogleg. I took off my clothes. The gravel and the shade felt good. I laid back against one of the dilapidated brick walls and turned off my phone and relaxed. Ahead of me I saw a homeless looking guy come through passing left to right. I was in the dark shade of the buildings and so he must not have seen me. I got hard instantly though. I wanted to come for him. To show off my body. Like I had for the random girl at the rest stop. I wanted to show everyone. But I couldn't just walk naked into the street in broad daylight. They would lock me up. And Emma would be fucked too. The guy passed evidently without seeing me. I stayed hard and idly fondled myself. I started jerking harder. Pre teen boy naked in an alley. I wanted found. I wanted-- Used. I looked over. One of the papered over panes in a four-pane window on the dilapidated brick was broken. By an old black and weathered door that looked like it had survived the civil war. I looked around. I gathered my things and tried the door. Holy shit it opened. It opened into an empty back room. Like an old store room for the shop that had been here who knew how long ago. When there was still a downtown. Dirt and old papers and a couple old chairs and cinder blocks on the floor and god knew what diseases in the dirt and dust in the air. I looked at the papered over window and regarded the dust floating in a beam of light like an Eliot poem. I put my clothes down quick. I grabbed one of the chairs and used it to jam the door against a pile of cinder blocks. My heart was pounding. Here was a secret. I had blocked the door so if anyone would try they'd be stopped. I breathed. I looked around. Yes. A secret. My own private sex den. I could bring Emma here. Or anyone. I could fuck Officer what's his face here. I dropped to my knees and beat off furiously and moaned hard. I looked down and it was like watching someone else beat my meat. I started moaning and sweating in the hot forgotten room. "Oh Emma! Suck my dick! Suck my dick mommy! Oh suck me mommy suck my little boy dick you fucking bitch oh suck my mommy you like that huh you like sucking off little boys you're so fuckin hot mommy please god fuck fuck please suck me mommy take my come mommy take it take my come huh take my little babies huh you like it when little boys come in you mommy you like hitting on little boys when they wreck and you have to get me naked oh mommy get me naked suck my cock fuck my ass mommy fuck me FUCK ME OHH!" I came hard on the dusty wooden floor and watched the gobs of my come spurt through dusty air and land on dry wood. I breathed hard and bent down close and just looked at the trail of my come on the wooden floor. Wet and globular evidence that someone had been here. I got up and looked around. There was another door that led, I figured to the front of house. I was naked and sweating and pushed it open and it creaked like a haunted house door. I walked through. It was good I was naked because my steps made no sound. I controlled my breathing. I walked through the other door and into what used to be a small kitchen from the looks of it. Tiled walls and floor and stripped off anchors for industrial machines. Washers and ovens. Random yellowed papers on the floor. I walked slowly and looked and breathed and looked back at my footprints in the heavy dust. I lifted one foot up and my soles were black with dust and dirt. I liked it. I took a deep breath. The air was hot and stale and it felt like superheating my lungs to take a breath. I walked through the kitchen and a short hallway to the left. Then I was out in a main dining area. It was an old cafe. Ahead at the front was a closed garage door papered over. In life this was an industrial feeling coffee shop. The counter and bakery case were empty. Behind me was a small common room, also empty. The Japanese style sliding gate hung open. An empty table with a few industrial looking chairs around it. In the dining area were three empty standing islands in dark wood, dusted over and decaying, anchored by pipes into the wood floor. A stairwell to one side. I walked up gently and the wood creamed and do not give. An empty study loft with a few chairs turned over. No chairs. Dust on paper over Tudor revival looking windows. I felt sad. Standing alone in the hot forgotten building I started rubbing my chest down to my soft exhausted feeling cock. I laid down and sniffled and wrote with my finger in the dust: E + M I drew a heart around it and smiled and felt strange. I loved her and I knew what she was. She came onto me. She came onto me. She loved me. And how nice it was to feel wanted, and beautiful, and needed. I knew what she was. The kind of person, predatory and tempting, I was always warned against and here I was in a committed sexual and romantic relationship with her. So what. It's different when it's a woman. If it ever got out I'd be the true envy of the school. As it stood they knew I was hard on kid that graduated with a raging erection. So what. I'd have fucked Emma or Mark or any of them on the gym floor. In front of everyone. They could watch and come on me. I didn't care. I did not care. I wanted it anyway. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed her. I walked downstairs. Back to the first storeroom where my clothes were and my footprints in the dust. I got dressed and thought to wrote my phone number in the dust. For a good time text. But I didn't. I looked at the door: the lock seemed to work so I turned it so the door would lock when I closed it. I hoped my secret would stay secret Before I left I looked back and smiled and blew a kiss to the building. I wanted to keep it a secret. My secret. I was good at secrets. I got back to Emma's late. She was naked on the floor in the living room, stoking a growing fire. She looked beautiful in the twilight. I got naked and left my clothes on the floor in the foyer. I cuddled down next to her and we kissed for a while. "I loved it earlier," she said. "Oh yeah?" I asked and buried my face in her neck. "What you called me." I looked up at her. "Because I am." "I know," I said. I embraced her and slowly laid her down on the rug by the fire. I started kissing down her chest between her breasts. "I am too. I love you forever. Nothing will change that." "I know you do," she whispered as I danced my tongue around her navel. "You're such a good boy." "And you're my good mommy," I said. "The best mommy." "And I like it when you're rough and dominant with me." I smiled and leaned in to kiss her and it became a deep French. I came off for air. I hoisted her legs up and ate her out warmly for hours. She came twice in my mouth. Definitely my favorite act. Late late at night with only the firelight at hand she kissed up my flat abs and stood me up and took me upstairs. She kissed me and laid me down on the bed and went to her dresser. I looked back and she pulled out a black harness looking thing with flesh colored dildo attached. She held it up for me to see. I made a face. "So you want pegged, baby?" Continued...?