Friendly visit

The next day after work, Meg found herself drawn back to Jeffrey's house, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She had dressed carefully in a fitted navy blouse and pencil skirt that accentuated her curves, her chestnut hair falling in soft waves. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she approached his door, heart racing.

Meg hesitated before ringing the doorbell, smoothing her skirt nervously. She waited, but there was no answer. After a moment, she tried the handle and found it unlocked. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

"Jeffrey?" she called softly. The house was dim and silent.

Meg moved cautiously through the cluttered living room, wrinkling her nose at the musty smell. Empty energy drink cans and snack wrappers littered every surface. She peered into the kitchen, finding more mess but no one.

Meg climbed the creaky stairs to the second floor, following the faint noises. She paused outside Jeffrey's partially open door, peering inside. The room was a disaster - clothes and trash strewn about, anime posters and lewd figurines covering every surface. A bare mattress lay on the floor, surrounded by crumpled tissues and crusty socks.

In the center of it all was Jeffrey, his pale, doughy body rhythmically thrusting into a life-sized sex doll. Meg froze, unable to look away from the grotesque scene. Jeffrey's eyes locked with hers, widening in surprise.

"Oh, h-hey Meg," he grunted between thrusts. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Jeffrey's pace faltered for only a moment before he resumed his frantic thrusting, eyes locked on Meg. She stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away from the obscene display before her. Jeffrey's gaze raked over her body hungrily, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her fitted blazer.

His breathing grew more labored as he pounded into the lifeless doll with increasing fervor. Sweat beaded on his flushed face and doughy torso. Meg's cheeks burned with shame, but she found herself unable to flee.

Jeffrey's eyes traveled down to Meg's shapely legs, exposed by her pencil skirt. His hips snapped forward with renewed vigor. The wet, squelching sounds of his efforts filled the stale air of the bedroom.

"Oh God, Meg," he grunted between thrusts, "you're so... so hot!" His eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, as if he were seeing something or someone else entirely. "Your tits... they're perfect," he moaned, his gaze lingering on her chest. "Your ass... I'd do anything to... to..."

Jeffrey's pace quickened, his eyes still locked on Meg as he pounded the doll with frenzied abandon. Meg stood frozen, unable to tear her gaze away from the grotesque display. Jeffrey's face contorted in pleasure, sweat dripping down his flushed cheeks.

"Oh Meg, oh god," he moaned, his voice strained. "So beautiful, so perfect."

His hips bucked wildly as he neared his peak. With a guttural cry, Jeffrey's body went rigid. His eyes rolled back, mouth agape in ecstasy as he spilled himself into the lifeless doll.

Meg's cheeks burned with shame, but a small part of her wondered if Jeffrey was imagining it was her body receiving his seed. The thought sent an unwelcome tingle through her core.

Meg shakily retreated from Jeffrey's room as he collapsed onto the doll, panting heavily. She heard him mumble something about taking a shower as she hurried down the stairs, her mind reeling.

**** for a distraction, Meg made her way to the cluttered living room. She cleared a space on the grimy couch and sank down, her legs trembling. The silence felt oppressive after what she had just witnessed.

Almost unconsciously, Meg reached for the remote and flicked on the oversized TV. The screen flickered to life, filling the dim room with garish colors and tinny sound. Meg's eyes widened as she realized what was playing.

It was some kind of Japanese porn, with an elderly man and a young girl. The man's wrinkled face was contorted in pleasure as he thrust into the girl.

Meg recoiled in shock but found herself unable to look away from the lurid scene unfolding on the screen. The elderly man's gnarled hands gripped the young girl's slender hips as he pounded into her relentlessly. His weathered face was a mask of ecstasy, spittle flying from his cracked lips as he screamed "Get pregnant!" over and over in Japanese. The girl whimpered, her youthful features a stark contrast to her aged partner.

The camera zoomed in uncomfortably close, showing every graphic detail of their coupling. Meg felt bile rising in her throat but remained frozen in place, transfixed by the grotesque spectacle. The old man's cries grew more frenzied as he neared his climax. With a final bellow, he collapsed atop the girl, panting heavily.

Meg jumped as she felt the couch cushions shift beside her. Jeffrey had silently entered the room and sat down, his damp hair dripping onto his stained t-shirt. His eyes were glued to the screen, a look of rapture on his face.

"Oh man, I love this one," Jeffrey breathed, his voice husky. "The way he fills her young womb with his potent seed... it's so beautiful."

Meg felt Jeffrey's clammy thigh press against hers as he leaned in closer to the TV. His familiar scent of stale sweat washed over her. On screen, the old man had rolled off the girl, revealing the sticky evidence of their coupling.

Jeffrey's breathing grew heavy as he watched, one hand absently rubbing his crotch through his shorts. Meg sat rigid, her skin crawling at Jeffrey's proximity

Meg's eyes darted between Jeffrey and the screen, her heart racing. The old man on screen was now caressing the young girl's stomach, murmuring about how she would soon be swollen with his child. Jeffrey leaned in even closer, his shoulder brushing against Meg's.

"Isn't it amazing?" Jeffrey whispered, his eyes gleaming. "The way he plants his seed in her, creating new life. It's like... like a beautiful flower blooming."

He turned to Meg, his face flushed with excitement. "Do you like it too? The way their bodies connect, becoming one?"

Meg swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She glanced back at the screen, where the camera was panning over the girl's body, lingering on her flat stomach.

"I... I suppose it's a little bit interesting," Meg said hesitantly, her

Meg froze as Jeffrey suddenly unzipped his shorts, freeing his erect member. "I need your help," he panted, grasping himself. "Please, Meg. I can't control myself." His eyes were wild with lust as he began stroking vigorously.

Meg's heart raced as she looked at Jeffrey's exposed member. She hesitated, conflicted emotions swirling within her. Jeffrey gazed at her pleadingly, his hand still moving rhythmically.

"Please, Meg," he begged again, his voice husky with need. "I need your touch. Help me, please."

Meg took a deep breath, her resolve crumbling. "Fine," she whispered. "I'll help you."

She shifted on the couch, moving closer to Jeffrey. Tentatively, she wrapped one arm around his soft shoulders in a half-embrace. Her other hand reached down, fingers trembling as they made contact with his hot, throbbing flesh.

Meg pressed her torso against Jeffrey's side, feeling the dampness of his shirt against her blouse. Her fingers curled around his shaft, beginning to stroke up and down. Jeffrey groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.

As Meg stroked Jeffrey, she leaned in closer, her body pressing firmly against his side. The front of her fitted blouse gaped open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Jeffrey's eyes locked onto the sight, drinking in every detail.

The swell of Meg's breasts strained against the delicate fabric, rising and falling with each breath. As she moved, Jeffrey caught flashes of her lacy bra underneath, barely containing her ample curves. The top buttons of her blouse had come undone, allowing an even deeper view.

To Jeffrey's delight and arousal, he could just make out the edges of Meg's areolae peeking out from behind the lace. Her nipples had hardened into stiff points, clearly visible through the thin material.

Jeffrey groaned as Meg's hand worked his shaft faster. The feeling of her soft, warm body against him was intoxicating. Her breasts pressed into his arm as she leaned in, her sweet perfume filling his senses.

Meg's other hand caressed Jeffrey's chest, her manicured nails lightly scratching through his shirt. The combined sensations were overwhelming. Jeffrey's hips bucked uncontrollably as he neared his peak, unable to tear his eyes away from Meg's heaving cleavage.

As Meg continued stroking Jeffrey, he tentatively reached out with his free hand. His fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of her blouse, clumsily unfastening them one by one. Meg's breath caught in her throat, but she made no move to stop him.

With shaking hands, Jeffrey parted the fabric, exposing Meg's lacy bra and smooth skin beneath. His eyes roved hungrily over her body as he slipped his hand under the delicate material. Meg gasped softly as Jeffrey's palm made contact with her bare breast, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh.

Meg bit her lip, stifling a moan as Jeffrey's fingers explored her sensitive flesh. His touch sent tingles of pleasure radiating through her body. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself more firmly into his grasp.

Jeffrey's breathing grew ragged as he fondled Meg's breast, mesmerized by the way it fit perfectly in his palm. He ran his thumb over her hardened nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from Meg. The sight and feel of her body was intoxicating.

Meg's hand moved faster along Jeffrey's shaft, her fingers slick with his pre-cum. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing, drawing ever closer to release. Jeffrey's hips bucked erratically as the pressure built.

With a strangled cry, Jeffrey reached his climax. Hot ropes of semen erupted from his member, splattering across Meg's hand and wrist. Some landed on her skirt and thighs, leaving sticky white streaks on the navy fabric.

Jeffrey's body shuddered as the last spurts dribbled out. But even as the waves of pleasure subsided, he found himself still painfully aroused. The sight of Meg's flushed face and heaving breasts kept his desire burning.

"Please," he panted, "don't stop. Keep going."

Meg hesitated for only a moment before resuming her strokes. Her hand continued to glide along Jeffrey's shaft, her fingers slick with his seed. His member remained hard and throbbing in her grasp. Jeffrey's face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy as the overstimulation sent shockwaves through his body. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into Meg's grip.

Meg watched in fascination as Jeffrey's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his flushed cheeks. His chest heaved with each ragged breath. She could feel him pulsing and twitching in her hand as she stroked faster.

Suddenly, Jeffrey surged forward, pressing his lips against Meg's in a deep, **** kiss. She gasped in surprise, momentarily stunned. But as Jeffrey's tongue probed insistently, she found herself melting into the kiss. Her lips parted, allowing him entry as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Meg nipped gently at Jeffrey's lower lip, drawing a guttural moan from him. She traced her tongue along the seam of his mouth before delving inside once more. Their tongues danced and tangled as the kiss grew more heated. Jeffrey's hands roamed over Meg's body, kneading her breasts and caressing her curves.

With a muffled cry against Meg's lips, Jeffrey reached his second climax. His body convulsed as another torrent of seed erupted, coating Meg's hand and splattering across her skirt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him as Meg stroked him through his orgasm.

When the last tremors subsided, Jeffrey collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily. Meg slowly withdrew her hand, looking at the mess with a mix of fascination and embarrassment.

Meg watched Jeffrey's chest rise and fall as he caught his breath, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. She felt a mix of emotions - embarrassment at what they'd done, but also a strange thrill.

Jeffrey looked at her with shy wonder. "That was... amazing," he said softly. "I've never kissed a girl before. Or touched... you know." His cheeks flushed as he glanced at her exposed cleavage.

"Really?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you like it?"

Jeffrey nodded, averting his eyes. "Could I... could I touch them again?" he asked hesitantly. "Just a little more?"

Meg considered for a moment, then gave him a teasing smile. She crooked her finger, beckoning him closer. "Come here," she purred.

Jeffrey eagerly scooted towards her on the couch, his eyes wide with anticipation. Meg slowly pulled her blouse open wider, revealing more of her lacy bra and creamy skin. Jeffrey's breath caught as she guided his trembling hand to her breast.

Jeffrey's fingers fumbled with the delicate clasp of Meg's bra, his hands shaking with nervous excitement. After several failed attempts, he let out a frustrated groan. Meg giggled softly, finding his desperation oddly endearing.

"Here, let me help," she whispered, reaching behind to unhook the clasp herself. The lacy fabric fell away, revealing her full, perky breasts.

Jeffrey's eyes widened in awe as he drank in the sight before him. Meg's breasts were even more magnificent than he had imagined - perfectly round and smooth, with rosy pink nipples standing at attention. His mouth went dry as he stared, transfixed.

"You can touch them," Meg encouraged gently.

With reverent care, Jeffrey cupped her breasts in his hands, marveling at their softness and warmth. He kneaded the pliant flesh, his fingers sinking into the supple curves. Meg's breath hitched as he brushed over her sensitive nipples.

Emboldened by her reaction, Jeffrey leaned in and took one peaked bud into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the stiffened peak, drawing a soft moan from Meg. His other hand continued to massage and caress her other breast as he suckled eagerly.

Meg threaded her fingers through Jeffrey's hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure washed over her. Jeffrey's hand trembled as he traced the waistband of Meg's skirt, his fingers ghosting over the soft skin of her belly. Emboldened by her quiet sighs, he slowly slid his palm down her side, savoring the curve of her hip. His fingertips grazed the swell of her rear, hesitantly exploring new territory.

Leaning in close, Jeffrey's breath was hot against Meg's ear as he whispered, "I've never... I'm a virgin. Please, Meg. Being with you would be heaven."

She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, touched by his vulnerability. Jeffrey continued to lavish attention on her breasts, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipples.

"You're pushing it, Jeff," Meg said with a teasing look, even as she arched into his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close.

Jeffrey gazed up at her, his eyes pleading. "Please, Meg," he whispered. "I want you so badly. I've dreamed of this for so long."

Meg bit her lip, considering. She could feel the heat of arousal pooling in her core, her body responding to Jeffrey's eager touches. His inexperienced but enthusiastic ministrations were stoking a fire within her.

She looked down at Jeffrey, watching as he flicked his tongue over her hardened peaks. A shiver of pleasure ran through her. Making her decision, Meg asked breathlessly, "Where are your condoms?"