Chloe 16

* rather different than my usual stories - in the romance section, under a different name. Just a try-out, really. and yes, you probably need some willing suspension of disbelief. *

Chloe was a beautiful, attractive young woman of twenty-four. She had a sweet smile and a good figure. She lived next door to Greg. He had kept an eye on her, because when she was only sixteen, he'd promised her parents he would if they passed away. It might have been because of some premonition or other, as they both died in a terrible accident on the M3 only a couple of months later. He was about eight years older than she and over the years he'd seen her turn into a beautiful, sexy and desirable young woman. If he hadn't felt responsible for her, he'd have dated her long ago. However, he found it hard to realise she wasn't a child any more and could very well fend for herself.

Chloe loved Greg, who didn't notice because he was too preoccupied with keeping her on the right track. It was absolutely unnecessary because Chloe was a sensible young woman who had fallen in love with him when she was seventeen and she didn't have eyes for anyone else. The problem was that Greg felt morally bound by his promise to take care of her and she didn't know how to make him see that for her, caring just meant taking her to bed and fucking her silly.

She was on the pill and she often masturbated thinking of him. She'd bought a dildo to help her out, and she'd wrecked her hymen with it. Using it took away her immediate need, but always left her emotionally empty.

Eventually she had decided on a way to make him hers - if she wasn't completely mistaken, it should work out. Greg always wanted to know all about her pursuits, especially if they were just a little off. Absolutely, literally all about it. She acted a bit guilty all afternoon, and eventually Greg asked her what the matter was. They were at her place - they still lived next door to each other and freely went in and out of each other's houses - and she told him she'd been given some nice lingerie the previous day.

"Given? Given? How did that happen? Whom by?"

"Please, don't make me upset! I so hope I didn't do anything wrong. Did I?" She gave him an imploring look with her big, brown eyes.

"I don't know. I can't think how that could have happened - it sounds very fishy!"

"Well, there was this man I met - he walked up with me and he said I was just the right girl for his purpose. I could have some beautiful free lingerie if I put it on and let myself be photographed. And so -"

"You didn't do that, did you?"

"He was really nice, you know. If you keep making me feel confused and wrong, I can't tell you." She pushed her long, auburn hair back, and managed to look very upset.

"I'm sorry - I really want to know."

"Okay then. We went together to this building and he showed me up the stairs to a small room - "

Chloe picked up a pink, expensive looking paper bag.

"He walked behind me - yes, like that - and he showed me the lingerie lying on a chair."

She shook the contents of the bag on a chair that stood against the wall.

"He told me to undress, so I did so, with my back turned to him. He told me to take my top off, first - like this - and then my trousers -" she paused to do so, revealing a set of shiny, translucent pink underwear that showed off her delectable bottom to perfection - "and then he told me to turn around. He said I had beautiful breasts but he wanted to see if they didn't sag, so I took off my bra." She unhooked it at her back and let it slide to the floor, baring her lush breasts. Greg felt quite uncomfortable looking at her naked - especially as it caused him to go raging hard. "Then I had to take off my panties. I didn't really know if I should, but he was very reassuring, and it felt just a wee bit naughty, so I did."

She turned her back to Greg again and carefully removed her panties, too.

"The bustier lay ready for me to put on. I could fasten the hooks in front of me and then turn it around and put it into place." While she fastened the hooks, Greg saw it had only quarter cups - not what he would recommend for a young woman. "And then..." She stopped for a moment. "This is so hard to tell you... It would help immensely if you played his part."

"Er... that would be inappropriate as your guardian."

"Oh please! I really need your help or I'll get completely flustered trying to go on again." She managed to squeeze a few tears from her eyes and Greg was taken in completely.

"You know I hate to see you cry. Please dry your tears! I'll try!"

"Thank you!" She swallowed, making an effort not to laugh out loud. Then she continued in a tearful voice, "He came up to me from behind. He put his arms around me -" Greg stepped her way and put his hands on her hips. "And he said he had to arrange my breasts -" she took his hands and put them on her breasts "- on the shelves of the bra and align my nipples."

Greg swallowed hard. He touched her lovely breasts, those breasts he had secretly wanted to touch for such a long time, and tried to make them face the same way, telling himself it was to help out only. But they felt warm and soft and it took quite a lot not to start fondling them. Touching her nipples made things even more difficult. "Like that?"

It was exactly what Chloe wanted. His hands felt wonderful and she felt herself slowly getting wet.

"Uhuh. Next came the stockings."

Greg stepped back while Chloe rolled a stocking up a shapely leg. Bending over she granted Greg a wonderful view of her bare pussy. Her inner labia were large, purplish and swollen, and they looked invitingly open. Chloe put on the left stocking first, and the sight of her left breast lying on the quarter cup of the basque, combined with her glistening love opening, made it hard for Greg not to groan out loud. He tried willing his raging erection away, but it was to no avail.

"He told me he had to take off his pants and trousers as it was getting uncomfortable for him while I prepared the other stocking."

When Greg didn't react she said, "Go on, then! Please!"

With shaking hands Greg dropped his trousers and underpants and stepped out of them. Being half naked with Chloe made him feel very confused. It was what he'd often fantasised about, but now...

Chloe stole a quick look while she rolled the other stocking up her leg. She felt very pleased with herself when she saw his raging hard cock. It was quite a nice size, and she loved seeing the effect she had on him.

"I was so nervous that I was fumbling badly with the garter clasps, and he came up behind me to help out, and he bent over to take a strap and attach it to my stocking, and I felt his big thing between my buttocks. He said sorry, and moved it from there, and put it between my legs so it wouldn't get in the way."

Greg was so worked up he didn't notice that Chloe's voice was slowly turning rather sultry. "You can't want me to do this, too, do you?"

"I do. Yes please!"

Greg complied. He stepped forward again and, bending over, put out a hand to her garters and pressed his cock briefly into the crack of her behind. Then he got a hold of it and put it between her legs. He felt the wet folds of her pussy caressing his cock when she moved. It was a blissful sensation, and he had to make a conscious effort not to run his cock back and forth along them.

"He fastened my garter straps, all four of them." Greg's hands trembled a little and he had some difficulty fastening them. "And when I watched him do so, I saw the end of his thing between my legs. I touched it -" Her doing so sent a shiver down Greg's back - "and it felt good, so I felt it up." Greg thought she was a little rough, but before he could complain she continued, "He said ouch! I had hurt him and when I straightened my back I felt him slip into my folds." She wiggled a little and to his dismay Greg felt his cock being sucked up into Chloe's hot, tight, wet pussy. It was a wonderful feeling, but it left him in a moral dilemma whether to enjoy it to the full or to try and see it only clinically. "I told him I was sorry, and I asked him if I could do anything to take the hurt away, and he said I should stroke his thing slowly with my pussy walls - like this - while arranging and aligning my breasts again."

Finally! She felt Greg's hard manhood filling her up! She started to move her pussy up and down Greg's cock, which was leaking precum, while he ensured her lush breasts lay nicely on the basque's shelves. Her smooth pussy walls fit like a glove and she used them to stroke and squeeze his weeping cock.

"He kept one hand on my breast and he kept aligning my nipple, and he rubbed the top of my pussy with the other."

Greg groaned as he lowered one hand to play with her clit, and he softly rubbed a turgid nipple between his fingers. Her wet pussylips felt wonderful when one of his fingers strayed a little and his mind was in turmoil as he was fucked by the one woman in the world that he really wanted and felt he shouldn't have. The long-suppressed desire, though, was too strong for him. At least he could restrain himself enough not to grab her hips and fuck her hard - but it took all of his self-control not to do exactly that.

Chloe fucked him agonisingly slowly. She was enjoying every minute of it, and she wanted to prolong the experience as much as possible. But eventually she felt her orgasm come close and she picked up speed a little.

"Then he gave me the fright of my life - he groaned and his thing spasmed in my pussy and I felt something warm come out of it -"

The picture she painted was too much for Greg. He came like rain, right in her pussy and he couldn't stifle a groan as he felt Chloe's pussy contract around his member.

Chloe moaned as she came, but the show must go on. "I thought I must have hurt him or broken his thing but he thanked me for taking the hurt away, and slipped out of me and stood back. I had to put on the panties -"

She took the flimsy panties off the chair and bent down to put her feet through the leg holes. Greg looked at her glistening pussy and saw some of his come seep out between her folds. It filled him with horror at what they had done, but it looked wildly arousing at the same time. His cock, which had gone limp, started to get hard again.

"He told me to put my hands on the chair for a moment so he could clean my pussy, and he knelt behind me and put his hands on my bum. Then he put his mouth on my pussy and sucked me empty."

George's mind was a mess. It sounded gross but he also wanted to touch Chloe's pussy with his mouth. She looked delectable and somehow he found himself kneeling behind her.

He inhaled the scent of their combined juices and marvelled at the beauty of her pussy and her behind, framed by the bustier, the garters and the stockings. He felt himself drawn to her like an insect to a flame and put his mouth on her pussy and sucked. Chloe loved the way he played into her hand, and his mouth on her pussy felt like heaven. He sucked her as empty as he could manage, very aroused by the depravity of it all, and he got very hot and bothered by the uncontrolled motions Chloe made as she came hard.

"Then he got up. He pulled the panties taut around my behind and my pussy -" George carefully put her panties into place. They were completely transparent and had no cotton gusset, and they looked utterly sexy. They fitted her beautifully rounded mound to a t.

"Then he led me to the other room." She took his hand and they walked together to Chloe's bedroom. There was a camera on a tripod aimed at the bed.

"I had to climb on the bed and he told me how to pose. Let me show you."

George stood back and watched in a combination of arousal and anger that Chloe had undergone such a treatment. The poses were indeed very erotic - he hoped yesterday's ones would not appear on a public site on the internet.

Chloe had the remote of the camera hidden in her hand, and she took a picture of every pose. "When I had run out of poses, he came to the bed. He told me to hold his thing while being photographed - yes, like this -"

She took a firm hold of Greg's throbbing cock, and took a series of pictures, pretending to jack him off.

"Then he sat down on the bed and told me to take off my panties, and stand over him and point his thing at my pussy, and they took pictures while I had to sink down slowly over his thing."

She suited her actions to her words. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself, Greg loved it. Chloe's pussy was tight and the slow descent of her soft, wet pussylips down his aching cock felt like heaven. Moreover, it granted him a wonderful view of her beautiful bum with the shining garter straps running down. He involuntarily groaned.

"I'm not hurting you? No? Oh, good!" Chloe had to stifle another laugh. "When he was all in, he started to play with my pussy, making me feel all worked up."

That, at least, was obviously true for the two of them. Greg reached around her with a trembling hand and, giving in to his heart's desire, started to explore her wet folds, running his fingers along her labia, feeling their texture and moving slowly closer to her turgid nub. Chloe loved it. When Greg reached her clit she came again, biting her tongue not to cry out.

"I wondered if he wanted me to fuck him but instead he lifted me off his lap -" Greg reluctantly did so. When his cock was released, he thought the difference in temperature would make him go soft, but it didn't. "- and he told me to lie on the bed, like this." She lay down on her side, facing the camera, and then on her back with her splayed legs to the lens. Eventually she turned ninety degrees so the camera saw her lying on her back with her head off the edge of the bed. Her beautiful hair fell all the way to the floor.

"He stepped up to me and put his thing in my mouth and moved it back and forth, putting it about halfway inside."

Greg complied. Oh well, he thought, after all that had gone before, he might as well enjoy it. To his surprise Chloe started sucking his cock. First she looked into the camera for a while, but it wasn't long before she closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the joys of blowing the man she wanted. She took some more pictures, hoping they would come off nicely, and then she let go of the remote and used both hands on Greg's hips to pull his cock deeper into her mouth. When he took up the hint, she used one hand to fondle his balls. Greg had lost whatever self-control he'd been able to muster and did exactly what she'd hoped. She smiled around his cock, and when she felt another orgasm roll on, she shuddered and found his prostate with an index finger, while she felt her whole body go a-tingle.

Greg came and came and came. Chloe tried to swallow it all, but it was so much that some of it dripped down her cheeks. She scooped it up and put it in her mouth.

"He said I was a good girl and that I had really earned the lingerie, and that I could go home."

Greg felt shattered. He had done all he had ever secretly dreamed of and he had enjoyed it, but he felt very guilty and utterly ashamed, too. "I should have taken better care of you," he stammered. "I should have prevented you from being used by a complete stranger..." Chloe saw he had tears in his eyes, and she got off the bed and cuddled him.

"What you should have done, is realise I'm a grown-up woman, you know, with a grown-up woman's needs, but you were so busy protecting me that you never noticed me for what I am! I have wanted you for years, and you never got the hint. Now at least I've had you once. But I hope you love me as much as I love you, and I think you enjoyed this as much, too. I enjoyed buying the lingerie, and making up a story about it." She felt herself grow very wet again, and she reached for his cock and started stroking it. "Are you very pissed with me?"

In answer Greg hugged her tight. He found her pussy with his hand and clamped his mouth on hers. After a little while he managed to say, "I love you, too! And I'm not angry at all!"

"Okay! Good!" She enthusiastically squeezed his cock. "Let's fuck!"