Tales From the Loft: The Hunters

Tales From The Loft: The Hunters

Co-written by: Mojavejoe420 and Melanieatplay

“The Hunters”



“And so, I decided not to wear a bra to Brooke’s birthday party. I didn’t know she was going to have a water balloon fight. I was just hoping to get Tommy Marston’s attention.”

Mel rubbed her breasts as the night air breezed past us. I kept sneaking looks at her while trying not to crash the car, being that it was a beautifully restored 1967 Mercury Cougar (351 Windsor, naturally), and of course, it didn’t have airbags. So I really didn’t want to crash, but it was a challenge.

“I got soaked, and my nipples were totally visible in my now wet T-shirt.”

She had now pulled her dress’s halter style top aside and exposed her breasts to the warm night air.

“They weren’t this big yet, back then. But they were bigger than most anyone else’s at the time. Red light, Jim.”

I stomped on the brakes just in time to make only a small screeching noise as we halted just short of the line.

“Keep your eyes on the road, mister.”

“Then keep your tits in your dress or so help me—“

My cell phone interrupted my empty threat; my brother Robert, the family man.

What’s he doing calling me on a Friday night?

I pushed the button and put him on speakerphone.

“Hey Ro-bear! What’s the good word, old man?”

“Jim, I’m so sorry to intrude but I need your help badly. Kristin broke her leg just now and we’re on our way to the hospital.”

“Holy shit! Is she alright?”

“She has a broken leg, numb nuts, of course she’s not alright. But here’s the thing. Jesse is having her Drama Club party tonight, it’s already underway and—“

No, do not ask me to go over there! Tonight is “Hunt Night”, where Mel picks the best looking single girl in the club and gets her to come home with us and we fuck for hours and… ah shit.

“— I need you to come over and chaperone. They aren’t any trouble, they’re just drama kids. Not jocks or anything. But I need an adult there. Can you and Mel come over?”

Fuck! But he’s my brother. And my niece, Jesse, is a wonderful girl who I did not want to disappoint. Ah shit.

“Um, yeah. Of course. We can be there in like… about fifteen minutes.”

“Great, thanks so much little bro. I owe you, big time. Tell Mel I’m sorry, Okay? Call you in a few hours, thanks.” We said our goodbyes and hung up.

“I guess we won’t be needing these tonight,” Mel stated as she tucked her breasts back into her dress.

Awww shit!

– – –

“Oh I’m so sorry!” Jesse exclaimed as she met us at the door. “You guys are all dressed up! Were you going out?” She gave us big hugs and we tried to comfort her, telling her it was no big deal. She was rather anxious about her mom, but her friends were rallying around her and she seemed fairly okay.

We waved and joked a bit with the kids, but we didn’t want to trample on their fun. These were pretty strange kids, they weren’t really drinking. Only two or three out of the thirty or so had beers. But they were still having a good time singing and laughing and… doing whatever the fuck else nerdy kids do.

I fixed Mel and myself up a couple of triple vodka cocktails and we drifted around my brother’s big house. He owned a commercial landscaping business and did very well. The hardwood floors carried the sound all around, though, and it was grating on our nerves a little bit. Not having kids, we weren’t used to this kind of constant ruckus.

I nodded my head towards the staircase. Along with the many bedrooms, Robert had a study up there that was open to the downstairs area. I figured we could hang out up there in relative peace while still being able to keep an ear out for more broken legs, etc. I followed Mel up the stairs, watching her ass sway every step of of the way. She gave me some extra jiggle, she knows me pretty damn well.

We sat in the big comfy chairs and enjoyed our drinks, and Mel continued her story of how her big breasts got her in trouble in high school.

“So, like I was saying, I’m standing there in my wet t-shirt,rather oblivious to the situation. Suddenly, the boys all stopped and just stared at me, at my chest. I was like, ‘What?’ you know? Then they laughed and the girls got mad at me, and I looked down and my nipples are trying to poke out of my shirt. Tommy, my crush, came over to me and said ‘let’s get you into something else’. We went inside Brooke’s house where I thought he was going to help me. Instead, he just lifted up my shirt and grabbed my boobs and—“

Crash!

Mel leaped up to peer over the half wall to see what expensive thing broke.

Jesse’s voice floated up in a couple moments.

“Just a plastic bowl! Nothing important!”

Hails of derisive laughter followed, apparently the studly actor-boy dropped an entire bowl of popcorn which, in my eyes, is a serious offense and not to be laughed at. Mel kept looking over the railing just to be sure, and I went off to the bathroom to take a leak.

I just started to piss when the stereo started blasting “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Apparently, the entire Queen catalog was very popular with drama kids.

I finished up, then I opened the bathroom door to see Mel standing at the half-height wall, shifting her weight back and forth on each leg, kind of dancing in place a little to the rhythm of Freddie’s piano.

Damn, those legs of hers just didn’t quit. My eyes traveled up from her feet, carefully tucked into four-inch designer heels, then to her smooth calves, and on up to her shapely, well-toned thighs. The view didn’t end at her dress, either. Cut several inches above her knees, it hugged her shape and framed her curvy, soft-yet-firm ass perfectly. I could see her gorgeous cheeks moving under the tight fabric.

She turned and looked at me as she heard the sound of the toilet flushing. Mel gave me that smirky little smile of hers; the one that says ‘I need some lovin’, and slowly reached a hand back to her ass. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled at her dress… lifting it up… exposing more of her upper thighs… until I could just barely see where her legs came together. She turned back to look over the balcony, still swinging her hips to the music.

My cock twitched and began filling. Here she was, teasing me with her ass, and she knew that I knew she gave herself an enema before we went out, so her ass was ripe for the taking. I mean, how cool is that when your woman prepares herself for anal attacks?

I looked around rather frantically in the bathroom. Nothing good on the counter, so I opened the cabinets below the sinks and rummaged through the piles of junk… aha! Baby oil! That’ll work!

I strutted out next to my girl, and lifted her dress up higher, completely exposing her gorgeous ass. I always loved it when she didn’t wear a thong.

“Intentions? Mr. Sexy?”

I placed my middle finger directly on her asshole.

“Here? Now? Are you sure?”

She looked around downstairs. The kids were mostly in the great room singing and stuff, and the others were in the TV room or kitchen. They already had strict instructions from my brother not to come upstairs. We couldn’t actually see them, so they couldn’t see us.

“Yes. Here. Now.”

Deftly, I one-handedly unzipped my slacks and pulled my raging erection out for her to admire and fear.

She looked at me skeptically.

“If you just go in dry, I’ll scream bloody murder.”

That’s when I produced the half-full bottle of baby oil from behind my back.

She smiled.

“Well… maybe I’ll just purr, then.”

I set the plastic bottle down and rubbed her bare ass cheeks with both hands, pressing and squeezing firmly as my hands traveled over her entire ass.

Mel bent forward and stuck her ass further outward for my pleasure. I loved sliding my fingers down her crack, then spreading her cheeks open so I could see her in all her glory. She loved to be looked at, loved to be exposed and have her most private of areas put on display to me and those she liked. I moved forward and rested my hard cock in her crack, rubbing my length along her asshole.

“Baby girl got herself all ready for me earlier today, I can’t disappoint her when she does that.”

She mewled as my hot cock ran up and down over her even hotter hole.

“Daddy, are you going to take my ass?”

“Whose ass is it, baby?”

She giggled.

“Your ass, Daddy. It’s yours to do with as you please.”

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of baby oil, turned it over and liberally drizzled her cheeks with it. Her ass glistened as I rubbed it in thoroughly. She spread her legs wider as my now oil-slicked hand ran up and down her backside, gently easing over her ass and pussy.

Mel emitted little moans as my right index finger circled her hot little asshole, smearing the oil around her tight opening.

“Yes… Daddy… mmmmmm”

I dropped some more oil directly onto her asshole. A small trickle ran down her leg, I tried to catch it but was too late as it ran down her shoe and onto the rug.

With my left hand exploring her dripping pussy, I pushed my finger into her ass. Gently probing back and forth, adding a little oil as needed, I pushed in up to the second knuckle. Her ass was so tight! But of course, I had been there before so I knew she would open up. I continued working my finger in deeper and deeper.

I poured more oil onto Mel’s ass and removed my finger, but only so I could get another middle finger in on the action. I not so gently pushed both fingers inside her. She stiffened at first, then relaxed her sphincter, allowing both my fingers inside her. I moved forward and rubbed my throbbing cock against her ass and thigh, getting him all nice and oily.

I started fucking her ass with my fingers, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I had to let go of her pussy because she was going to cum.

“Daddy, please! Why?”

“Not yet, baby. You ready for me?”

She moaned for a few moments as I kept stretching her asshole.

“Yes, Daddy. I want you in my bottom.”

“Nope, you know what I want to hear.”

She turned back to me, then smiled and dropped her head a little.

“Yes Daddy. Please fuck my asshole.”

I drizzled my cock with the oil and stroked it a couple times to ensure proper coverage… fuck this oil felt good!

I pressed my rigid cockhead against her backdoor and, without even knocking, entered her domain.