A Teenager’s Revenge Part 5

A TEENAGER’S REVENGE – PART 5 – MR. MURDOCH


Dave Murdoch gazed out the window of his second floor bedroom at young Kelly Willis, lying face down by the Sinclair’s pool in her tiny black bikini. He knew the Sinclair’s were in Florida, taking their kids on a vacation to Disney World. They must have hired Kelly to house-sit for them while they were gone, he thought to himself. Involuntarily, his cock lengthened and thickened in his pants as he watched the nubile young girl he had known pretty much all her life. With difficulty, he fought down the vivid mental image of her naked, impaled on his lust-hardened cock. “Down boy!” he said, sternly. “She’s a child!”

Murdoch moved away from the window and walked downstairs, exiting the house through the back door. Crossing the yard, he peered over the top of the block wall that separated his property from the Sinclair’s residence. “Hi, Kelly!” he called.

Upon hearing her name, Kelly jumped, surprised. She looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Mr. Murdoch looking over the wall. She smiled. “You scared me, Mr. Murdoch!”

“I’m sorry, Kelly. Didn’t mean to. Are you house-sitting for the Sinclairs?”

“Yeah, they won’t be back until Tuesday. They said I could use the pool.”

“That’s what I figured. Well, have a good day, Kelly. It’s nice to see you again.”

Kelly smiled. She had counted on Mr. Murdoch seeing her, or at least hoped he would, since his house overlooked the pool. Things were falling into place.

Dave Murdoch was the oldest of her step-father’s close friends, over 60 years old. His hair was almost white, but he worked out constantly and was in great shape for a man his age. Kelly had always looked upon him as a kind of surrogate grandfather, and he had always been protective of her. Yet he had stood silently by while her step-dad had cruelly reduced her and her mom to instant poverty. He deserved what he got, she thought. It was like the saying she had once heard: revenge is a dish best served cold.

Kelly knew that Mr. Murdoch would probably be her most difficult assignment. He was the last person she expected to be interested in her sexually, much less to act upon his interest. She wasn’t even sure guys his age were interested in sex at all. She had trouble even imagining it. But he was still a man, she thought to herself, and she was determined to go through with it regardless of the consequences. She would just have to use a little bit more direct approach.

“Mr. Murdoch, why don’t you come over and take a swim? You can keep me company for awhile.”

Murdoch looked up at the morning sun, shielding his face. He couldn’t think of a nicer way to spend some time on a warm Saturday morning than swimming in the large pool, with Kelly there to please his eyes.

“Okay, it’s a deal. How about if I bring some cokes and an ice-chest?”

“Bring something stronger, if you want to. I’m a big girl. Or hadn’t you noticed?” She giggled.

“Yes, I’ve noticed,” said Murdoch. “Okay, I’ll throw in some beer and wine coolers. For me.”

Kelly pouted. “Okay, be that way!” she called. “The front door is open!”

A few minutes later, Murdoch appeared in the back yard in his baggy swim trunks, wheeling an ice chest. He was tanned and muscular. He greeted Kelly again, secretly admiring her pert ass, like a ripe peach, about five percent of it covered by the skimpy swimsuit. He felt his cock expanding again, and he quickly walked over and dove into the pool to keep her from noticing. Rising to the surface of the clear blue water, he swam the length of the pool, then back again. The water was cool and invigorating.

“You should come in for a swim, Kelly. If you don’t mind swimming with an old man.”

“You’re not that old, Mr. Murdoch…and you sure do keep in terrific shape!” She got up from the recliner and walked over to the edge of the pool as Murdoch watched. Her budding breasts were exposed even more than her ass. Her mother would never have allowed her to wear this particular swimsuit in public, but she figured it was okay for a private sunbathe in a secluded back yard.

Kelly caught his lingering gaze, smiled inwardly, and dove gracefully into the pool, making almost no splash. She surfaced in the shallow end close to where Murdoch was standing. “Whew! It’s cold!” she said, laughing.

Murdoch smiled, his glance again drifting downward, despite himself. The top of Kelly’s swimsuit had shifted when she dove into the water, revealing her tiny right nipple, puckered tautly from the chill of the water. He cleared his throat, raising his finger and pointing.

Kelly looked down and blushed. “Ooops!” she laughed, reaching up and unhurriedly tucking her nipple behind her top. She might as well not have bothered, thought David, since her nipples showed plainly through the thin material of her suit anyway.

“It’s okay, Kelly, I’ve seen them before,” he laughed, fighting back his quite natural lustful impulses. “I mean….other women’s.”

“My mom thinks I shouldn’t wear such a tiny swimsuit, now that my titties are getting so much bigger,” she said. “Honestly, she’s such a prude sometimes.”

Dave had a fleeting mental picture of Enrique and Kelly’s voluptuous mom fucking their brains out on her big bed, and his cock suddenly felt like an iron bar in his trunks. “Your mom is right to be concerned about you, Kelly. You’re a beautiful girl, and there are lots of sexual predators out there.”

“Oh, I know,” she said, too close to him for comfort. “But it’s okay, here in private, with just you.”

“Better watch out, Kelly,” he grinned. “I may be old, but I’m not dead yet.”

“I hope not!” she giggled. She was tempted to reach out and grab his cock through his trunks, but she was afraid of scaring him away. She wanted to let the scene build a little more gradually. “I’m going to get some more sun. Can I have one of your wine coolers?”

“Kelly,” he said, frowning. “You’re too young.”

“Aww, c’mon, Mr. Murdoch,” she pleaded. “You think I’ve never done anything like that before?”

“Well…okay…just don’t tell your mom I corrupted you.”

“Thanks!” she said, smiling and climbing out of the pool, water cascading off her body. She walked to the recliner and dried herself off with a fluffy towel. Getting a wine cooler from the ice chest, she opened it and drank from it, liking its coldness as it washed down her throat. Then she lay down on the recliner again, feeling the warm sun on her back.

Dave waited for his throbbing erection to wane, and then climbed out of the pool too. Walking to the ice chest, he got himself a cold beer and sat down in a chair next to Kelly. “So, what else does your mother not know about you, Kelly?”

She turned her head toward him, resting it on her arms. “You wouldn’t tell on me, would you, Mr. Murdoch?”

“Nooo, of course not, Kelly. What happens here, stays here. Just like Las Vegas.”

“Well….for one thing, she doesn’t know I’m not a virgin.”

Once again, Dave had to conceal his throbbing erection, this time with his towel. “Hmmmmm…..well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, the way young girls are these days. Who did you have sex with?”

“Ohhhh, with a few guys,” she said. “I shouldn’t tell you, I don’t want to get them in trouble.”

“And did you like it?”

She giggled. “Of course, silly! It’s, like, all I ever think about now! Even when I’m in school.”

“Kelly, are you using birth control?” asked Dave, not quite sure whether he was asking the question to protect her, to satisfy his own curiosity, or…

“Uh-huh.