A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 1 (Patreon)

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Daemon threw the tennis ball again, watching it bounce off the floor, to the wall, and back into his hand.  It was a beautiful day out, as warm as King’s Landing always got in the summer and without a single cloud in the sky.  There didn’t need to be any clouds there, though, not when Daemon felt like there was an inescapable one hovering over his head.

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“Daemon Targaryen!” his mother’s voice came roaring up the stairs. “Get down here!”

“Fuck,” he muttered, throwing the ball on his bed and going to see what she wanted.

The image of an exasperated-looking Lyanna Targaryen, nee Stark, greeted him as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“What on Earth were you doing up there?” she asked.

“I was bouncing a ball off the wall,” Daemon replied. “Could you hear it?”

“Yes,” his mother said, sounding annoyed.

“Sorry,” he said listlessly, “I’ll stop.”

As he turned to go back upstairs, she said, “wait.”

“What?” he asked, wanting more than anything to return to his room and be alone.

“I’m worried about you,” she said.

“I’m fine,” he said automatically.

“No, you’re clearly not,” she countered.

“Well, what if I’m not?!” he snapped. “My girlfriend left me for my cousin.  I’m allowed to not be alright.”

“Yes, you are,” Lyanna said, before growling, “I still can’t believe that boy!”

Daemon just snorted.

“You’re allowed to feel what you’re feeling, but moping around here all summer isn’t going to help,” his mother said.

“Summer just started,” Daemon groaned.

“You’ve been like this for weeks,” she said. “You don’t spend time with your friends; you haven’t played rugby in ages; you even stopped working out.”

“I just don’t want to do any of those things right now!” Daemon snapped.

“Well, you’re not going to spend all of your time in your room anymore,” she said with finality.

Daemon just groaned. “This can’t be good.”

“I’ve been speaking with your father,” she said, confirming his fears, “and he’s agreed that you need something to do this summer for work.”

“Fuck,” he thought to himself.

“I can start handing out resumes tomorrow,” he sighed, hoping that she’d accept that and that he’d be able to slow-walk the process.

“No,” his mother said, “I already have something in mind.”

“Damn it!” he thought to himself.  Of course, she wouldn’t leave it to him.

“Ashara Dayne needs some work done on her yard,” his mother said.

“Dayne?” he asked, “any relation to Arthur?”

“She’s his sister,” she said, sounding awkward.

That didn’t make sense.  Arthur Dayne was his father’s best friend.

“Then why have I never met her?” he asked.

“She’s friends with Elia,” she explained.

“And she wants to see me?” he asked.

“She wouldn’t hold that against you,” his mother said reassuringly.  “Elia doesn’t.”

That was true.  His father’s first wife was always surprisingly pleasant to him.

Shaking his head, Daemon said, “look, I really don’t think that this is necessary.”

“Yes, it is,” his father said, walking up from the basement.  “I assume this is about Ashara?”

“Yes,” his mother replied.

“You’re going,” his father said flatly. “First thing after lunch, I want you to head over.  I’ll text you the address now.”

“Fine,” he spat. “May I be excused?”

“Yes,” his mother sighed.

Daemon didn’t wait a moment to race back upstairs, growling in frustration as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.  He tossed the offending machine on his bed and slumped down into his computer chair.  Putting on his headphones, he started up the first song he thought of.

“I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside...”

*****

Daemon had to admit, as he walked up to the two-story house he had been given the address for, that it was a nice place.  Ashara had apparently moved in not long ago, and the place needed some work.  As he got close enough to see the front lawn, he could tell that was an understatement.  He had no idea what the inside looked like, but the grounds were a mess of unkempt grass and half-dead bushes.  He felt a sudden dread at the thought of what the backyard would look like.

His mother had always had a talent for working in the yard and keeping plants in general.  Since he was a young boy, Daemon had helped her out when she needed it and had picked up a fair bit in the process.  As much as he would rather be back home, he knew, at least, that he wasn’t going to be out of his depth.  He rang the doorbell and waited only a moment before it opened, and he had to try to keep his jaw off the ground.

“Hello,” Ashara said, “you must be Dae...oh wow.”

“Took the word right out of my mouth,” Daemon thought to himself.  Ashara was stunning; there was no other word for it.  A gorgeous heart-shaped face with full lips, a cute little nose, and hypnotizing violet eyes was framed by waves of hair the color of coal.  She had to be around his parents’s age, but they were the last thing she made him think of.

“You look so much like him,” she said, seemingly as stunned as he was.

“Who?” he asked, his voice squeaking.  He quickly added in a forced lower tone, “I mean, who?”

She smiled for a moment before replying, “Ned.”

“You knew my uncle?” he asked.

“We knew each other rather well back in school,” she replied, “but I’m being rude; please come in.”

She turned to lead him in and felt his pants tighten as his gaze was drawn to her arse.  Her large, round cheeks were encased in jeans so tight that they looked almost painted on.  His cock grew painfully hard as he watched her wide hips sway with her every step, and he forced himself to look away.

“Stop,” he chastized himself mentally. “The last thing you need right now is to fuck this up by perving on a woman old enough to be your mother.”

Fuck, she was gorgeous, though.

“So, you need some work in the back yard done, right?” he asked, as he tried to think of old septas.

“Yes,” Ashara replied, as she led him to the back door. “This place is lovely, and I have yet to find any real problems inside it, but the yard needs a tonne of work.”

“Does your boyfriend have a brown thumb?” Daemon asked, immediately regretting it.

“I’m single,” Ashara replied, her purple eyes flashing as she looked around at him. “Recently, actually; it’s the reason for the move.”

“Was it his place originally?” Daemon asked, “the one you moved from?”

She scoffed, “no.  It was my name on the lease, but there were just too many memories there that I wanted to forget, you know?”

“I do, actually,” he replied.  He really wasn’t looking forward to going back to school in the fall.

“Well,” Ashara said, changing the subject, “this is it.”

The backyard was a mess; that much was obvious.  Overgrown and chaotic, it needed a fair amount of work.  He noticed what looked like a lawn mower sitting by the fence, partially obscured by a shed.

“Is that your lawn mower?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” Ashara replied, “and, just to let you know, it’s manual.  The place I moved from had barely any property at all, and it did the job fine there.  Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said, holding in a groan over just how much work that was going to be. “I can start by mowing the lawn, both back here and out front.  Once I’ve cleared the mess, we can figure out what you want to do with it.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Ashara commented. “I have iced tea in the fridge for when you’re done.”

Daemon nodded and went outside to grab the lawn mower.  He dragged it along the path by the side of her house, intending to get the front lawn done first.  He hadn’t used a reel lawn mower before, but it was pretty straight-forward, and it didn’t end up taking him that long to make Ashara’s front lawn presentable.  It wasn’t particularly back-breaking work for him, and if not for the oppressive heat and the sun, it would have been perfectly fine.  By the time he was done, though, he was more than ready to enjoy the greater shade of the back yard.

The shade from the large trees was a relief in itself, but Daemon was still hot, so he decided to take off his shirt before continuing, leaving it on the porch.  The backyard took longer, being larger and more unkempt than the front lawn, but bit by bit he managed, until finally the grass was all dealt with.  He wiped sweat off his brow with the back of his arm and just barely heard the sound of footsteps behind him.  He turned and saw Ashara standing on the back porch.  He swore she was staring at him at first, but the second he looked at her, her gaze shifted to the lawn, and he figured he was mistaken.

“You got that done quickly,” she said, a wide smile on her face.

“It wasn’t hard,” Daemon said.

“Well, all the same, I figured you’d be ready for a break,” Ashara said. “Come in; the iced tea’s ready.”

Daemon followed her inside and noticed a pitcher full of what he assumed was tea on the table, next to two glasses full of ice.  Ashara filled the two glasses and handed him one.

“Thank you,” he said, before draining the cup almost immediately. “That was really good, I think.”

Ashara laughed, and he felt his heart flip at the sound.  She poured him a second glass full and sipped her own.

Daemon took a sip of his own and couldn’t help but say, “yeah, that is good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Ashara said. “I didn’t realize that it was going to be so hot today when I arranged this with your parents.  If I had, I would have rescheduled.”

“If you had, they would have found something else for me to do,” Daemon sighed. “They’ve wanted me to get out of the house all week.”

“Your father did say that you had been having a rough go of things lately,” Ashara said. “If you want to talk, I am willing to listen.  We’re strangers, so you really don’t have to care what I think.”

He let out a humorless laugh at that.  She did have a point, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted to talk to someone about what had happened.  It just wasn’t a problem that he could talk to his friends, or, gods forbid, hisparents, about.  He could tell her the gist of it, at least.

“My girlfriend, a girl I had been seeing for over a year, dumped me,” Daemon said slowly.

“Ah,” Ashara said. “Heartbreak’s never easy, but over time it will…”

“And started dating my cousin Robb,” Daemon finished, his cousin’s name feeling like a curse on his lips.

“Oh,” Ashara said, blinking owlishly, “oh.  Ned’s son?”

“The eldest,” Daemon replied.

“That’s...but why would…” she seemed genuinely mad as she struggled to say anything.

“His death hit us all pretty hard,” Daemon said. “Robb just decided to take it as a license to be a cun...uh, jerk.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ashara said, “about all of it.  I couldn’t believe it when I got the news.”

“Neither could I,” Daemon said glumly. “It was so sudden.  One drunken arsehole just ruined so many lives.”

“He pled guilty, right?” Ashara asked.

“Aye,” Daemon replied, “his sentencing is at the end of the month.”

“I hope he rots,” she said, her voice full of venom.

“Just how well did you know my uncle?” Daemon asked, surprised at her sudden vitriol.

“We dated back in school,” Ashara said, her eyes growing misty.

Daemon’s jaw dropped.  His uncle Ned had dated this absolute goddess?

“Don’t look so shocked,” Ashara giggled.

“Sorry, it’s just...well...you look like a model,” Daemon said.

That earned him another giggle. “You’re sweet, and I actually did do a little modeling back in the day, but to your point, your uncle was a handsome man.  You really do remind me a lot of him.”

Daemon felt his face heat up a touch at her words and couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“We met in high school and dated through it and most of college, but it didn’t work out,” Ashara said, “so trust me when I say I know what you’re going through.  Do you want to talk about what happened between you and your girlfriend?”

He simultaneously had and hadn’t wanted to talk about it since it happened.  A mixture of needing to get it off his chest and being mortified by the very thought driving him nuts.  In Ashara’s presence, though, he felt comfortable in a way that he hadn’t since before Alys dumped him.

“It’s kind of hard to talk about,” Daemon said.

“Take your time,” Ashara said, a warm smile on her beautiful face.

“She said that she just didn’t think we were working out,” Daemon said, the gnawing pain in his chest flaring as he remembered their last conversation, “but I know it was that she was scared of me.”

“Scared?” Ashara said, leaning back a little. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who has a temper.”

“I wish,” Daemon snorted, “anger issues could be treated, but I can’t stop being a freak.”

“Hey, what makes you say that?” Ashara asked.

“We...Alys and I weren’t, well...”Daemon tried to get out. “Uh, we weren’t physically compatible.”

“Physically compatible?” Ashara asked.

Daemon couldn’t bring himself to say the words.  Blushing up a storm, he could only gaze pointedly down at his crotch and hope that she connected the dots.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as she did. “Oh, oh...oh.”

“Yeah,” Daemon said, looking away. “She isn’t even short!  I swear I’m going to die alone.”

“Don’t say that,” Ashara said. “There are plenty of women out there who actually really appreciate a more...gifted man.”

“So the internet would have me believe,” Daemon said, rolling his eyes, “but the first time Alys looked at me, you’d have thought I’d sentenced her to life in…”

Before he could finish that thought, Daemon accidentally knocked over his glass of iced tea.  It fell over on the table towards him, sending tea and ice cubes crashing into him.

“Damn it!” Daemon shouted as he stood up.

“Pants off!” Ashara said, already on her feet.

“What?!” Daemon asked.

“Pants off, or you’ll track it through the house,” she said, turning around. “The bathroom is upstairs at the end of the hall on your left.  Wash up, and I’ll clean up here.  I’ll take care of your pants so the tea doesn’t stain them.”

“That really isn’t…” Daemon went to protest.

“Tea stains get worse the longer they’re there,” Ashara said, still facing away from him. “By the time you run home, it’ll probably be too late.  I’m offering to help you avoid being yelled at by your mum.”

That argument won him over instantly as he started undressing.  He left his clothes in a pile away from the puddle of tea and ran upstairs to the room she mentioned.  As he opened the door of the last room on the left side of the hallway, he walked into what was clearly Ashara’s bedroom and paused.

“She said the end of the hall on my left,” he thought to himself. “She could have meant for me to use her bathroom.  The others might not be fully working, or at least stocked with soap and whatever.”

He could have gone back to ask her, but he was buck-ass naked, and Ashara was busy cleaning up the mess that he had made.  Shaking his head, Daemon headed over to the en-suite bathroom and turned on the water so he could shower.  He grabbed the expensive-looking bar of soap and lathered up his hands.  He had nothing else to work with, so he lathered up his hands and used them to wipe down the places where the sweet tea had soaked through to his skin.  As he rinsed off the skin of his legs and crotch, he was pleased that nothing remained sticky.

With his bathing finished, Daemon let his mind wander as he stayed under the warm water of the shower.  He was naked in the house of one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.

“Your uncle was a handsome man.  You really do remind me a lot of him.”

Ashara had almost sounded flirtatious there.  There was no way that she was actually flirting with him, but he could still imagine that she was.  He felt his cock harden as he pictured her arse in those tight jeans she was wearing.

“I wonder what kind of modeling she did back in the day,” he thought to himself.  Images of her naked filled his mind, and his hand went to his hardening length.

“Ashara,” he murmured as he stroked himself.

“Yes?” she asked.

Daemon’s heart skipped a beat, and he whipped around, his erect cock still in hand.

“Oh my, you are gifted,” Ashara purred, her eyes locked on his cock.

“Ashara,” he said, his heart racing in his chest as a woman looked at his cock in abject desire for the first time in his life.  Alys had certainly never looked at him like that.

“You know those women I mentioned that like men with larger cocks?” she asked rhetorically. “I’m one of them, and that is the biggest, fattest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” Daemon asked, his brain barely functioning for lack of blood.

“Definitely,” Ashara said. “Do you want me to show you what I do to big, fat cocks?”

When Daemon nodded, Ashara stepped forward and turned off the water.  Sinking to her knees, she looked at his cock up close and shuddered.  Just as he was about to ask if something was wrong, she wrapped her hand around his cock, and he moaned instead.

“Incredible,” she breathed.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he gasped.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Ashara giggled, just before she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

“Oh gods!” he gasped, his hands going to her head.  She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, trapping him within the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. “Holy shit, that feels amazing!”

She giggled around his length, and he nearly went cross-eyed.  When she started sucking, his hands went to the walls to brace himself.

“Oh, fuck, I’m close,” he groaned, unable to hold back as she worked her magic.

Daemon expected her to pull back and jerk him off.  He had always heard that cum tasted gross and had never had the slightest desire to test that.  She surprised him when, instead, she took him even deeper, swallowing his massive cock into her tight throat.  He let out something between a groan and a grunt as he came, shooting over and over again down her throat.  Ashara swallowed everything he gave her, her gaze never wavering from his as he drowned in pleasure.  When his orgasm finally ended, he leaned back against the wall, panting like he had just run a marathon.

Ashara licked her lips and grinned at him. “When your brain turns back on, dry yourself off and join me in the bedroom.”

She walked out after that, her wide hips sashaying as she went.  Daemon’s eyes didn’t leave her arse until it was out of view, and it was then that he noticed that she had brought in a towel and clothes for him.  He was only going to need one of those things.

Daemon dried himself as quickly as he could and had to will himself to walk rather than run into the room.  The second he crossed the doorway, though, he stopped dead in his tracks.  Ashara was sitting on the edge of the bed, resting back on her hands with her legs crossed, completely naked.  She was perfect, from head to toe, a vision of generous curves.  Her breasts were what drew his gaze first, large, full, and surprisingly pert.  They sat high on her chest, shaped like two teardrops,gravity having only affected them a little, with her large, pink nipples staring pointedly at him.  As Daemon let his gaze drift lower, he noticed that she had no tan lines to speak of and let out a soft groan at the images that fact put in his head.  As she uncrossed her legs and gave him an unobstructed view of her hairless sex, he felt his cock throb painfully, already fully hard again.

“The blessings of youth,” Ashara said as she stared at his cock.

“I think you’d have that effect on me if I were a hundred,” Daemon commented. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled at him and stood up, saying, “you’re sweet, but you’ve already got my clothes off.”

“All the more reason to find you beautiful,” Daemon murmured as he leaned in to kiss her.

It started out chaste and testing, a simple press of his full lips against hers.  Chaste was clearly the last thing on Ashara’s mind, however, as she quickly dug her nails into his scalp and pulled him down to deepen the kiss.  Her tongue invaded his mouth, nimble and searching, and he responded in kind.  He snaked a hand to the nape of her neck and cupped her breast, his finger and thumb closing gently around her hard nipple.  She bit his lower lip, not hard enough to break the skin but enough for him to feel it, and he pulled back instinctively.

Ashara’s face was flushed, and her eyes were dark with lust as he gazed at her.  Never before had he seen such raw, wanton desire directed at him, and his cock throbbed with need.

“How far did you get with that little girlfriend of yours?” she asked, her gaze turning calculating.

“We tried to...a couple times, but it never worked,” Daemon admitted, his ears going red and warm.  “I never fit.”

“And how did you prepare her?” she asked, and when he looked confused, she clarified, “that’s a very big cock you have there.  You need to get a girl good and wet to have any hope of fitting inside her.”

“Well, we made out; I sucked on her nipples and fingered her,” Daemon said.

“Did you eat her out?” Ashara asked.

“I offered, but she was squeamish about it,” Daemon admitted. “I think she was self-conscious about the taste.”

Ashara snorted and rolled her eyes but said nothing, just sitting back down on the bed.

“Arousing a woman is an art form,” she said, her eyes boring into his. “Her entire body is an instrument to be learned, explored, and played.”

Ashara paused for a moment and looked as though she was debating with herself what to say next.

“To be a truly great lover, you’ll need to learn how to arouse your partner’s body and mind; to use every touch, word, and look to drive her wild with desire,” she continued, spreading her legs as she spoke and opening the folds of her womanhood with her long, dexterous fingers. “I, as you can see, am already wet, but you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and we’ll need to make sure I’m wet enough.”

Daemon was smart enough to realize what she wanted and sank to his knees in front of her.  Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her, pink and visibly wet, with fleshy lips he wanted to feel and taste.  The scent emanating from her burning core made him even harder than he already was.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he moaned.

She sank a finger inside and pulled it out to reveal the glistening fluids coating it.  “Have a taste.”

He took her hand in his and brought her wet finger to his lips.  Licking the slick digit, he groaned at the salty, tangy taste of pussy and sucked the finger into his mouth.  How the hell had Alys ever worried that he would dislike this?

Ashara giggled as she pulled her hand away and caressed his cheek with it. “So eager!  Go on, eat me out.”

He gave her wet sex a long lick along the entire length of it and smiled at the breathy gasp she gave him.  He started kissing and licking around the entire thing, experimenting and seeing what she liked.

“Soft, isn’t it?” Ashara asked, her voice breathier than before.  When he nodded without pausing what he was doing, she continued, “some women prefer to keep their hair, but I’ve always liked the look and  feel of it bare.  There’s one part of it that isn’t soft, though, up here.”

She gestured to the swollen-looking nub at the top of her pussy.  It looked like it was peeking out from under a hood, and Daemon’s first thought was that it was like his foreskin.

“This is my clit,” she continued, “touch it gently.

He brought his hand to her clit and ghosted the calloused tip of his index finger over the swollen flesh.

“That’s it,” she hissed, her eyes closing, “now lick it.”

He followed her instruction without question, brushing the flat of his tongue over her clit, earning a moan from her perfect lips.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, “keep doing that.”

He flicked his tongue over the tiny, swollen nub, remembering that she told him to be gentle and grinned when her thighs clamped around his head.

“Finger me,” she moaned.  He inserted first one and then two fingers into her soft, smoldering depths and shuddered.  It felt just like he remembered, and he couldn’t fathom how good it would feel around his cock.

“No, like this,” she said, holding her hand facing upward with her first two fingers pressed together.  When he changed his position, she continued, “search for...oh fuck that feels good...a rougher feeling spot in there, along the top.”

Daemon furrowed his brow at her words, not pausing or even slowing his licking as he felt around her sweltering pussy.  He had never noticed a single part of Alys’ pussy that didn’t feel soft, warm, and generally wonderful, but he also hadn’t known to look for anything.  Just as he was about to ask her where exactly he should be looking, the pad of his fingers brushed against something inside her that felt different, and she cried out.

“Oh fucking hells, you’re a natural,” she whimpered. “Rub that spot and lick my clit.  Don’t stop either until I tell you to.”

Stopping was the last thing he intended to do, not when he was provoking such lovely little sounds from the woman he was pleasuring.  A squelching sound filled the room as he fingered her faster, rubbing that spot she had directed him to even harder.  His tongue flicked over her clit constantly, only his angle ever changing as he tried to see if there was any particular spot on it that she enjoyed.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes...gah...right there, just like that,” she babbled as he continued driving her mad and her pussy started fluttering around his fingers.  “Oh gods, oh gods, oh FUCK!”

Ashara’s whole body went stiff, her back arching off the bed as she screamed.  Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers as her belly quivered and her whole body twitched.  Hot, thick spurts of fluid gushed onto his hand and the bed beneath them as her orgasm went on.  Daemon continued to stimulate his lover, drawing out her orgasm, until finally he heard her gasp for him to stop.  He pulled back slightly and then more as her nails stopped digging into his scalp.

Ashara looked exhausted, panting for breath, and covered in a sheen of sweat.  Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she had an arm draped over her forehead as she slowly caught her breath.  Daemon was just amazed that she could look even more gorgeous than she usually did.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed as her eyes fluttered back open.  There was a dreamy look in her purple eyes as she gazed up at him. “That was really your first time eating pussy?”

“Yes,” Daemon replied honestly.

“That kind of natural talent and a cock like yours?  You are going to be so much trouble,” she chuckled lightly.

Daemon smirked at her praise and pressed a feather-light kiss on her clit before kissing his way up along her flat stomach.  He hadn’t noticed at first, too distracted by her gorgeous tits and long legs, but Ashara clearly worked out often.  As he reached her breasts, he cupped them in his hands and kneaded the pliant flesh.  They were larger than Alys’, and though they were less firm, he found them to be no less perfect.  He wrapped his lips around a stiff nipple and flicked his tongue over the nub.

“That’s great,” Ashara cooed. “Don’t be afraid to nibble gently.”

He grazed his teeth over her nipple, and she let out a soft moan.  He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while keeping an eye on Ashara’s reactions.  She smiled up at him and raked her nails through his hair.

“You and I are going to have so much fun together,” she whispered, “but I think it’s time for the next step.  Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he said, barely able to believe this was happening.

“Lie back,” she said. “I want to be on top the first time I take this monster of yours.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle it?” Daemon asked.  He didn’t want her to stop, but he also knew that if another woman tried to take him and failed, he was going to run off to become a septon, and he didn’t even believe in the Seven.

“You felt how wet I am,” Ashara said reassuringly. “Trust me, it’s going to be a tight fit, a deliciously tight fit, but it’ll work.”

Daemon crawled around her and settled on his back on the bed, his cock lying on his stomach and his heart racing in his chest.  He would have believed he was dreaming, but he had never had a dream that felt this real.  Ashara crawled towards him until her thighs were on either side of his hips.  Even with her hovering above him, he could feel the immense heat of her core on his cock, and when she settled down and pressed her wet lips on him, he couldn’t help but groan.

“You feel that?” she asked as she started grinding her hips on him, smearing his throbbing length with her fluids. “You feel how hot and wet I am?  You made me like that.  You, Daemon, you made me so fucking hot.”

“Seven hells,” Daemon said through gritted teeth.  If he hadn’t already cum, he didn’t think he would have been able to endure her teasing, much less anything else.

Ashara reached down, picked up his cock, and brought it to her weeping womanhood.  Rubbing the head on her glistening lips until it was nice and wet, she lined herself up and, with just a little pressure, took him inside her.

“Holy shit!” he moaned as her tight, wet heat enveloped him.  She felt so much better than he could have ever imagined.

Ashara gasped, her beautiful lips forming a perfect o as he spread her open.  “Fucking hells, you’re big!”

“Please don’t stop,” he begged.

Ashara giggled and said, “trust me, Daemon, stopping is the last thing I have in mind right now.”

Wiggling her hips, she pushed down further, encasing more and more of his cock in her depths.  Inch by inch, she took him, little whimpers slipping through her lips as she went.  Daemon’s eyes were closed as he marveled over the feeling of being inside a woman.  She felt indescribable, and he feared that if he watched her take him while feeling her silken insides, he might cum on the spot.  Eventually, he felt the head of his cock touch something he couldn’t pass as he bottomed out inside her.

“So much cock,” she whispered, her thighs shaking on either side of him. “Look at me, Daemon.”

He opened his eyes, and they widened at the sight he beheld.  All but an inch or so of his massive cock was buried inside Ashara, whose nether lips were stretched obscenely around his girth.  Looking up, he saw her tanned skin was already slick with sweat, as if the mere act of taking him inside her had been a challenge.  He supposed it had.

“Look at how much you’ve stretched me,” she said, her hand going to where they were joined. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Oh, Ashara,” he groaned, his hands going to her hips, “you feel so good.”

Daemon dug his fingers into her as Ashara held still, just enjoying the feeling of being filled.  When she finally moved, letting a few inches of his cock slip out of her slick core before pushing down and taking him inside her again, he couldn’t help but moan.  She started slowly, grinding on his cock with slow, deliberate movements.

“Such a big fucking cock,” she cooed. “I can’t believe how deep you feel.”

Ashara grabbed his muscular shoulders and started riding him faster, bouncing on his cock.  Daemon stared, mesmerized by the sight of her large breasts bouncing on her chest as she moved.  Her slick cunt was gripping him so tightly thathe had no idea how he was going to last.

“Can’t believe you’re real,” he moaned as she fucked him.

“Believe it,” she laughed. “This muscular body, this handsome face, this huge fucking cock, you’re going to be such a stud, Daemon.  You’re going to drown in pussy when you get to college.”

Daemon sat up and kissed Ashara, grabbing her arse and trying to move in time with her.  It took him a few tries, but he managed to match her rhythm quickly enough, pounding up into her sopping cunt.  Her large tits jiggled against his chest as their movements grew more and more frantic.

“Fuck me, Daemon,” Ashara cried out, “harder, harder, fuck the shit out of me!”

Daemon buried his face in her neck and tried desperately to hold on as he did as she demanded.  He could feel the familiar tension building quickly and knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.  What he wanted more than anything in that moment was to spend the entire summer fucking this gorgeous woman, and he was desperate to make her cum again.

“So close...oh fuck...I’m so close,” Ashara babbled. “Just a little more, please don’t stop!”

Daemon clenched his eyes shut and tried to think of anything that might stave off the inevitable, but it was for naught.  With a strangled cry, he came harder than he ever had in his life.  His thrusting grew erratic, as it felt like he was pumping his very soul through his cock.  The euphoria was enough to hold back the bitter disappointment in himself, but as it passed and he saw a flicker of the same emotion on Ashara’s face before she hid it, he knew that he had to keep going.

Flipping her onto her back, Daemon started pounding her as hard as he could, his fingers going to her clit to try and speed her along.

“Holy shit!” she said in wonder as he kept fucking her. “Just like that, Daemon!”

His cock was so sensitive that it almost hurt, but he wasn’t soft yet.  He rubbed her clit and took one of her jiggling tits in his other hand, bringing the sensitive nipple to his mouth.  With her legs wrapped around his waist and his still-hard cock plunging into her depths, Ashara’s moans grew louder and louder.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she cried, “just a little more, just a little…”

Daemon had been experimenting with different angles as he fucked Ashara in the unfamiliar position, and just then, it felt almost like he had slipped inside something within her.  Before he could ask what that was, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, her silky walls squeezing tightly around him.  Her back arched off the bed, and her entire body started shaking as he felt a gush of hot fluid soak his balls.  He fucked her through her orgasm, determined to draw out her pleasure as much as he could, until she fell limp under him, staring at him in a daze.

Daemon pulled his cock out of her still-fluttering depths and caressed her cheek as she panted for breath.  The look of awe and rapture in her beautiful purple eyes was one that he knew at a glance that he would never get enough of.

“Fucking hells,” Ashara gasped as she regained the ability to speak.  “I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that hard before.  This was seriously your first time?”

“Mmm hmm,” Daemon replied, settling on his side by her before discomfort in his left shoulder forced him to roll onto his back.

“Something wrong?” she asked, having clearly seen him grimace.

“Shoulder’s just a bit sore, is all,” he replied.

“Sit up,” she said, and when he did, she sat behind him and started feeling around just above his shoulder blade. “It feels tense.  Once I can feel my legs again, I’ll get my oil and work on it.”

“Oil?” Daemon asked.

“Massage oil,” Ashara replied. “I’m a massage therapist.”

“Oh,” he said, feeling suddenly embarrassed that he hadn’t even thought to ask what she did for a living.

“I could teach you a couple things if you like,” she offered. “You’d be amazed how much a good foot rub can put a woman in the mood.”

“Is that your way of asking for a foot massage?” he asked with a grin.

Ashara laughed. “It wouldn’t do me much good right now.  I wasn’t kidding about not feeling my legs, stud.”

Daemon kissed her gently and stared into her eyes. “You know, I just realized that we didn’t actually get much work done on your yard.”

“You’re thinking about that right now?” Ashara asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just saying that there’s a lot of work to be done,” Daemon replied, his lip twitching upward. “I’m going to have to come here quite a bit to get it all done.”

“You’re right,” Ashara said, grinning. “I guess you’ll just have to come back tomorrow.”

Daemon smiled widely at Ashara as his mind raced with possibilities.  This summer was going to be one to remember.

When Daemon would look back on this moment years later, his only thought would be that he had no idea just how right he was.