Taylor and Me

Taylor and Me.

Chapter One

The party is in full swing when I arrive home this evening. I had told my niece, Taylor, yes when she asked if she could have some friends over for a costume party on this Saturday before Halloween. I had not expected a house full of college students when I agreed and I try to keep my cool as I am jostled by the mass of humanity when I attempt to squeeze through the front door. I get some strange looks from the party goers, as I am in my 40s while everyone else here is of college age, 18 to 22 or thereabouts.

I ask a couple of people if anyone has see Taylor, barely being heard above the staccato beat of the music, too loud in my opinion to be conducive to talking, but talking is not the reason most people are here. Music, dancing and drinking are the main draws at any college party, although most of the attendees are too young to be drinking, but there is nothing I can do about it at this point.

I spot the drink table and make my way over to have some punch. I can smell the alcohol in it even before I ladle myself a cup. I need the drink to calm my nerves over the shock of the party and the disappointment from earlier when I had gone to the costume party at the local watering hole. A hot little thing in a Devil costume had asked me if the rest of the Village People were there too because my motorcycle leathers reminded her of one of the members of that group.

I hated the Village People and everything associated with the Disco era, so I took my leave from her, even though I was enjoying staring at her tits which were overflowing her costume, threatening to fall out of the latex that barely covered them. If she had not brought up the Village People, I would have been inclined to escort her home at the end of the evening and made her scream with pleasure as she rode my tongue, and then my cock until the morning brightened.

The scenery here is nice too, as I chat with the two young ladies who are consuming copious amounts of punch while standing at the table. The Nurse with the long, blonde hair is nicely endowed, not as heavily as the Devil at the bar, but in my state of mind, I really don't care that she isn't as I openly stare at her cleavage as I ask her, "Have you seen Taylor?"

The blank stare answers my question even before she giggles, "Who's Taylor?" I can feel myself reacting to her voice, and the jiggling of her impressive rack, along with the stiffening of her nipples beneath the thin layer of her costume.

I have a difficult time tearing my gaze away, even when the Sailor girl, the other one at the at the table, says, "I saw her earlier. Shes here someplace." I look at the sweet thing talking and her black, bob cut frames her round face nicely. She is skinny, like most Asian girls, displaying her modest mounds with rocky peaks in a short cropped blouse, which shows a trace of under boob, a micro mini skirt, barely covering the essentials, and white tights beneath.

"Thanks," I reply, turning to the crowd. Being six foot two inches allows me to see over the heads of the majority of those present, but when I am looking for someone who is about five and a half feet tall, it is not as clear as an advantage as usual.

I am surprised when I hear, "Let's dance." I turn to look and see a short brunette, barely taller than 5 feet tall, wearing a Cat woman costume which shows more skin than it covers. Her hair is bound in a long braid, almost to her waist and is nearly the same color as my own, albeit, much longer, as mine only makes it to my shoulder blades.

"I can't," I reply. I'm looking for someone.

"I'm someone," she states and I see her eyes staring back at me from behind a mask. The cats eye contact lenses are shocking, but strangely attractive. She has a small, slightly upturned nose and full lips, her lip gloss shining in the low light. "Dance with me and afterwards, I will help you find who you are looking for," she adds.

I gulp my punch down before she drags me into the other room to an area I had not yet ventured forth into. The source of the music is someone has their cell phone docked to a speaker system pumping out the tunes. It is surprising such small speakers can do so much.

I take the moment to continue my observation of the girl in front of me. Her breasts, maybe a c-cup, are large for her lithe frame, and a hint of areola are peeking out from beneath the skimpy costume. Her sinuous moments are definitely cat like and when she turns, I see a tail on her costume before she starts to grind it against my leg.

Wanting to find Taylor harkens memories of her at the airport when I picked her up before college started for the year. She looked so alive when she bounded across the wide open expanse and into my arms for a hug. At eighteen, she had definitely grown up since the last time I saw her nearly a decade before. Her parents live in a small town in the heartland, not too far from where I grew up. When my younger sister called to tell me her daughter had been accepted to the college in the town I live, I was excited that I might get to see the family. It has been too long since everyone has been in the same place. I was hoping the entire clan would tag along for her move, but it ended up being only her.

I had at first expected Taylor to get her own place, or live on campus, but as the summer progressed, the phone calls from my sister became more desperate as living arrangements were proving difficult. Maybe if I wasn't drunk on Independence Day when she called, I would not have offered the spare room in my house as an option, and Taylor has been living here for a few months. It is not all bad, but I do not have the privacy I am used to, especially when I bring someone home for the night.

I am not sure if it is the memories of my encounter with other woman earlier this evening, or the girl dancing with me, but the blood has started to flow, giving me a noticeable bulge in my jeans, large enough that I know she can feel it even though she has made no indication she has. The song ends and a slow song starts up. I try to make my escape, but she latches on, whispering in my ear, "One more."

She molds her body to mine and it is pretty obvious she cannot avoid my erection pressing into her belly. She runs her hands up my back, hindered by my leather vest, which she takes a moment to unsnap. With the leather out of the way, I can feel her pebbled nubs against my chest as her hands wander about my back, searching for skin, only to pull my tee shirt from my jeans to get at it.

I moan softly as she drags her nails down my back, and when I look down at her, I am met by her gaze. My left hand slides up to her neck to the base of her skull as I lean down to kiss her. It is a challenge to keep the body contact with her when she is a foot shorter than I am, but I am loathe to separate from her in any way. She goes up on her toes and meets my lips, parting hers when I drag my tongue across them. She sucks on my tongue deeply, with only a hint of teeth as I taunt hers, trying to lure her tongue into my mouth. I can taste the punch on her lips and have a feeling she has imbibed deeply.

We sway slowly to the music, kissing passionately with the hint of things to come until the end of the song. Neither of us wants to stop, but the next song is loud and fast. A mosh pit forms around us and we are jostled until we vacate the area.

"Take me to your room," she says breathlessly once we are out of the mob. I am too taken with her to realize she knows I live here, or maybe she is wanting me to take her away from all of this. Either way, I lead her deeper into the house, down a hall and into the master suite. I am both surprised and gladdened by the fact that the room is vacant. I would have not allowed another party to be held here if someone was using my bedroom without permission.

She is in my arms again as we kiss deeply. I slide my hands down her back, over her bubble butt and lift, bringing her to my level. She responds by wrapping her legs around my thighs and arms around my neck as we stumble across the room to the bed, where I sit down. She sits on my lap, straddling me and I feel her weight pressing down on my cock directly against her core. There is no way she can miss the fact I am hard as a rock because of her and she seems to revel in that knowledge, wiggling around on my lap until I am pressing against her most sensitive area. I know this because she gasps when the position is just right.

My hands caress her ass as she presses her body against mine, nipples digging into my chest and I chew on her tongue. The first article of clothing to go is my vest, followed shortly by my tee shirt. I want to divest her of her costume, but I have no way of knowing how to do that without shredding it, which I am considering doing at the moment.

The only thing that keeps me from ripping it from her body is her slipping from my lap and kneeling on the carpet before me. Her nimble fingers attack the items keeping my jeans on, the belt to my chaps, the belt around my waist and the button fly. I want to pull them off, at least the chaps because it is so warm in the house, but she has other plans. Once I am freed, she takes me into her mouth, trying to swallow me on the first attempt, but failing miserably, choking and gagging. "God, you're big," she purrs as she looks up at me as she wraps her fingers around me, her hands not quite large enough to completely encircle me as she licks the purple, mushroom cap. She tries to work her tongue into the slit, only to release a drop of precum, which she slurps down and says, "Yummy."

She gets down to business, sucking on the head and the first couple of inches, while her fingers dance on the rest of my nine inches. She is amazing and talented, bringing me to the boiling point in a few minutes. Even though I try to make it last, I pass the point of no return and spout. She swallows the first three spurts without any trouble, only to be overwhelmed with the fourth. They fifth rope is only partially caught in her mouth and traces a line across her cheek as she spits me out.

She smiles broadly as her fingers get busy and scrape that portion of my load from her face and she sucks them clean. "That was fun," she giggles. I am not sure if the giggle is from her comment or the surprised look on my face. Once I left the bar, I thought my night was over, only to come home to this.

She looks amazing, sitting back on her heels. "I want you naked," I state. "I would do it, but I don't want to ruin your costume." She grins wide enough to show me her teeth as she stands. I stand too, watching her carefully remove the web which is her costume. I am not surprised to discover she does nothing on beneath it, nor am I surprised that she is hairless, waxed or shaved, I cannot determine, only smooth skin which is puffed out and moist with excitement.

I wrap her up in a hug and kiss her again. I dwarf her diminutive frame, easily lifting her and placing her on her back in the middle of the bed. My mouth is watering at the sight of her, knowing she wants me to take her in any and every way. "Please," she murmurs as I kneel on the bed and trace a line of butterfly kisses from her jawline down her neck and across her chest. The swell of her breasts is not as defined with her laying down, but my hands know what to do as they cup her boobs from beneath and offer them up to my hungry lips.

She starts squirming about in earnest as I take one of the stiff nubs between my lips. I feel more than I hear a deep guttural moan as she basks in the glory and savagery of the beginning of my possession of her very soul. Her breath quickens as I move from one to the other and express my needs and my desires for this slip of a girl.

Her hands grip my hair and start to force my head further south, down to her center of being. I can almost taste the scent of her arousal. Her musk is so strong and alluring it is driving me wild. I need her before I go crazy and it is like consuming Ambrosia when I do, lapping at her, licking her cleft from bottom to top before letting the tip of my tongue tease her protruding clit. I cannot get enough. She is so tight, I can barely fit one finger within her. She grips at me, trying to impede the removal of my finger, only to groan as I press it back in, over and over, until she readily accepts me. A second finger is even more difficult, yet I know I need to have at least 3 within before I move on to bigger things.

And bigger things are just around the corner. As she climaxes, I am surprised she has the breath to scream as loud as she does. She is gulping air while the bellows of her pleasure echo off the walls of the house. I know others at the party have to be hearing us because the walls are thin, with no sound proofing. Her screams only increase as I swiftly remove my fingers from her and take myself in hand. I thrust forward, only managing to bury half within before she clamps down. I cannot move either way and her vocalization increases exponentially.

I hold still, not by choice, allowing her to become accustom to my size. When her breathing slows to labored pants, I begin to move, slowly at first, only rocking my hips back and forth. When she relaxes more, I increase the length of my motions, easing out of her and then back in, attempting to force more of myself into her tightness.

She is already building towards another climax before I can completely take her. Her breathing has become labored again as the moans and groans escalate to a roar. With her orgasm, I bury myself balls deep in her steamy core, and pump for all I am worth. She screams her pleasure and hangs on for the ride, one of the best in my lifetime.

It is so good, I know I cannot last much longer. I mumble in her ear, "I'm gonna cum." She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me tight to her as I erupt, pumping my load deep within this woman, no, girl, no, woman who wants it as bad as I do.

I collapse onto her chest, nearly suffocating her with my mass, at least a hundred pounds more than she weighs, in order to regain my breath. Her groans bring me back to reality and I roll off of her and onto my back, spent in more ways than one.

She curls up against my side, murmuring contented words that I cannot understand. I run my hand down her back and she looks into my eyes, the cat's eye contacts and her mask still hiding her identity but not the satiation of her lusts and the desires for more in the near future. I smile at her and ask for her name. She places a finger across my lips of which I kiss, and smiles back at me.