Payment in kind

"God..." She muttered. "I've never... Wow."

He raised an eyebrow. "That was your first orgasm?"

"First... by..."

"First by someone else? None of the boys you've been with ever made you cum?"

She shook her head, inadvertently confirming his guess that she'd had sex with more than one.

So none of the idiot boys she'd been with never managed to make her cum (just pregnant). He was not surprised. He'd been one himself, after all, longer ago than he'd like this remember, as clueless as he'd been selfish.

He'd kept his hand in her panties while she came down from her high, but now ever so gently began rubbing her again. She mewled softly and he grinned. "Want another?"

She searched his face to make sure he wasn't making fun of her. He wasn't. Then she bit her lip and nodded.

"What time does your mom get home?" He asked.

She looked up at clock hanging from the opposite wall. "About two hours. You don't have to go, do you?"

"Not at all." He grinned. "Take off your pants. Wait, no, let me do it."

He undid her button and fly and she lifted herself up from the couch as he pushed her pants down to her ankles. Then he began rubbing her again. Initially he focused on her clit, but noticed she responded just as strongly whenever he slipped his fingers into her juicy snatch, so he shifted his approach. Aided by her copious lubrication, he found it easy to push 2 fingers into her young pussy.

"Ahhh... yeah..." she moaned, pushing herself up at him. "M-more...!"

Happy to oblige, he pulled back slightly and added a third, feeling the young girl's pussy stretch around his fingers as he pushed deeper inside.

She gasped, eyes widening. A moment later, they were kissing. He wasn't sure who started it, but once their lips met, neither of them wanted to stop. She moaned into his mouth as he continued playing with her pussy, speeding up his motions as he felt her work towards another orgasm.

He felt her tense and a moment later she climaxed again. A surge of fluids splashed against his fingers as she did so, and her cries were muffled by the kiss. Her pussy tightened hard around his fingers, and it took some effort to keep them from being expelled.

Then it was over, just as quickly as it had begun. The kiss broke and she gasped for breath.

"Mmmm..." she sighed.

He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her against him, enjoying the closeness of their bodies. She held his arm as she recovered, breath slowing.

After a minute or so, she squirmed.

"Samuel?"

"Hmm?"

"Is that...?"

She didn't finish the question, but he could guess what she meant. And who could blame him for being erect right now, given that he'd just brought off a half-naked girl, young enough to be his daughter?

"Yeah," he said, but did not pull away.

She hesitated. "Can I see?"

"You want to see my cock?" He asked softly, softly grinding his bulge against her hip for emphasis.

"Y-yeah."

"Ask me."

"Can... can I see your cock?" She asked, blushing.

He grinned. Who'd say no to that? "Sure."

Setting aside a pang of regret for the end of their embrace, he sat back, undid his pants, and pushed them down to his knees. The bulge in his boxer shorts was unmistakable. He teased her by briefly pausing, then shoved his underwear down too, letting his cock jump free.

"Oh my god," she breathed.

The response sent a surge of pride through him. He wasn't porn star-sized by any stretch, but he knew he was bigger than average, and he'd never met a woman who wasn't impressed by it.

He put his fingers in a circle at the base and pointed his erection straight upwards, further emphasizing its size. The glans glistened with pre-cum. She leaned close for a better look—unconsciously he thought.

"It's so big!"

"You like it, baby?"

She nodded.

"Give me your hand."

When she didn't move right away, he held out his hand, gesturing come hither. When she responded to the unspoken invitation, he guided her hand to his cock, gently wrapping it around the massive shaft. Had she given hand jobs before? She must have, but he still spoke up.

"Now move it, babygirl, gently."

She needed no further encouragement, Her hand moving up and down his shaft as if on auto-pilot.

"That's it. Now spit on it," he told her softly.

She put on an queasy expression for a moment, but when she realized he was serious, it shifted to nervous interest. She bent forward and let a small glob of spit drip from her lips down onto the head of his cock.

"Spread it around a bit. Get my cock nice and wet."

Pre-cum leaked from the head and she spread it around, mixing it with her saliva, lubricating both of them until soft schlick, schlick sounds echoed through the living room. She focused on the shaft rather than the head, which suited him fine; he was having the time of his life, and was in no hurry to end it.

"Fuck, that feels good. Keep going. Spit on it again. Fuck, yeah!"

She was gaining confidence quickly. Her grip had been tentative before, but now tightened, jerking him off properly, and making him groan with pleasure. She spit on it a few more times, quickly getting the hang of it. Her cheeks were flush with arousal, and her eyes were riveted to his crotch.

When he noticed how far she was leaning in, he gently took hold of her chin and lifted her face, making her meet his eyes.