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Your fingers tapped nervously on the plate beneath the cherry pie. The sweet scent was almost unbearable, but giving up wasn’t an option—not after that time you spent searching for ingredients outside of Jackson.
The sun dipped low behind the trees and it was nearly evening. The timing was perfect for some pie, and you were sure Joel would love it.
His house sat on the quieter edge of Jackson, marked by a ‘Miller’ mailbox, a wooden porch, and a dried-out garden. (You couldn’t blame him though, he was working way too hard to keep up with his garden.)
Three knocks.
“Hi.” You greeted him, a smile tugging on your lips. His eyebrows quickly furrowed—just as you know him. Joel looked exhausted. His green flannel dirty, hair messy and dirt stained boots. He just came back from work.
“Whatcha doin’, girl?” His voice hoarse, deep. Sending shivers down your spine.
And you knew this was a bad idea. Heck, asking Joel—your mentor, your teacher and someone who took care of you countless times—to show you how to give someone a blowjob was embarrassing.
But you didn’t know how else to learn. You were way too inexperienced—no enough friends to ask, no porn, no education in this town.
And after your last time, having to interrupt a heavy make out session with that one boy who works at the day care, you needed desperate help for next time.
“Bought you cherry pie.”
His eyes lingered over the pie for a moment, then landed on your body—following the curve of your skin up and down, lingering far too long on the red crop top you were wearing.
“Made me pie, eh? It’s cold outside. Come on in.” He opened his door wide, a hand coming to the small of your back and letting you in—lingering a bit longer than usual.
From the inside, his house was cosier—the last bits of sunlight spilling from the windows, painting everything into a golden haze. His furniture, old and rugged like him, was scattered with soft pillows and a few photos here and there. And of course, his beloved wooden carved animals, carefully crafted, sat in every corner, quietly collecting dust.
You carefully place the pie on his kitchen counter, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.
Joel already pulls out two forks, one for you and one for him. “Now what do we have here.”
You knew he adored your pies. Sometimes you’d bake him two or even three, and he’d devour every last bite—but only after he’d done something in return. Whether it was fixing something around your apartment or bringing you something from patrol, there was always a little exchange involved.
“What’s the matter with you? Why the face?” he asks, and your heart leaps, suddenly remembering why you came. He already took a generous bite of cherry pie, a smear of filling resting messily at the corner of his mouth.
“Just—uhm. Can you do me a little favor?”
“A favor? Should’ve known. Y’never bring that old man pie without wanting any favors.”
You giggle quietly, also taking a bite of pie.
“What is it this time, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart.
The first time he called you that was when you were together on patrol. He taught you how to use a sniper, his hand landing gently on your shoulder, squeezing softly when you did well. Or when you helped him fix your light—tools in your hand, his voice calling you a good girl when you handed him the right ones.
Or when he had you creaming around his fingers. After giving him his pie, quietly, on your couch. Leaving small kisses on your neck, the other hand rubbing your nipples through your shirt, telling you how good you are for him.
And a ‘this can’t happen again.’ leaving you with wanting more.
So, you weren’t sure if you were here because of that boy or because of Joel. Because, admittedly, you have been aching for his touch since then.
“Cat got ya tongue?” He interrupts your thoughts with a quick snap of fingers. “My back is fuckin’ killing me. Let’s sit down on the couch, then you can tell me about that little favour of yours.”
Before you can answer him, he pulls out two plates, carefully puts one slice for you and two slices for himself, and then walks to his living room with them.
You take a deep breath.
Walking into the living room, you see him sitting there—already one of the slices gone—as he starts on the other. You gently make your way to him, sitting down next to him. He takes his fork with pie and brings it to your mouth, making you giggle and take it, a coo leaving his lips.
“C’mon, say it,” he urges, nudging you. Your mind spins with all the ways this could end.
Either he’ll react well—just as you know him—and help you, or he’ll make you leave his house and never contact him again.
You start, “So there is a boy.” And you can see him clenching his jaw tight, fork leaving his hand as his eyebrows furrow.
“That so?”
“Mhm. And I—I don’t know how to ask you this but—“
You look down, your fingers fidgeting with each other, heart thudding in your chest like it’s about to break out.
“Spit it out, kid.” He sighs, sets the plate down, and turns his body toward you—making it now impossibly more difficult for you.
“I—I want to do things with him. But i’m kinda too inexperienced.” Your cheek heat up while you’re talking, your gaze falls down not wanting to look into his disturbed face. The air in the room now feeling impossibly thick.
After an awkward silence you peak up to Joel, who is just looking at you. You can’t tell if it’s disbelief or disgust. Or maybe something in between.
“Jesus christ, girl.” He mutters out. “And what do you want me to do? Hold your hand while you’re getting dicked down?”
Your eyes widen, a gasp leaving your lips at his wording.
“Oh my god—no, no. That’s not what I meant.” Well, what you meant might be just a little bit worse than what he interpreted it as.
“Just—ya know…maybe show me how to give a blo—“
“Nah.” He interrupts you swiftly, shaking his head. “Not happenin’”
You sigh, defeated. Not only did you feel embarrassed, but you probably just ruined your almost perfect relationship with him. Joel took a pillow, mumbling something under his breath, and placed it over his lap. Your eyes perked up at that—he was hard. And he was trying to hide it.
“B-but, you also showed me something else the other time. Wouldn’t be that the same?”
He sighs. “Baby, you ain’t comin’ here dressed like that, bringing me cherry pie and asking me to give you sex ed.”
“Y’know I ain’t got anyone else.” You pout—maybe that’ll help. “And besides, you told me to come to you whenever I needed something right?”
“Christ,” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Just can tell you how it’s done, yea? Nothin’ more.”
You hesitate. Hearing it out loud would be more awkward than him simply showing you. His eyes leave no room for choice, so you give a small nod.
“Comin’ here asking me how to blow someone.” He shakes his head, in disbelief.
“Heyyy, Joel—I don’t know how else to learn okey? I don’t want to embarrass myself.” You whine.
“S’fine.” He grumbles under his breath, sitting up straight. “Y’start by teasing.”
His eyes land on your tits.
“Show ‘em. Every boy will appreciate it.”
Your cheeks flush red.
“Then you get on those pretty knees. Take it out, give it some love.”
You ask, curious. “How do I give it some love?”
“Can’t serve everything on a silver spoon can I?” Grumpy, annoyed—making you amused. The pout from earlier starts to form again, you give him a pleading look.
He sighs once again. “Give kisses first. From top to bottom. Stroke gently.” And you notice how the tip of his ears are red.
“And the rest is pretty much self explanatory, ain’t it sweetheart?”
You look at him, the curiosity not letting up. As if you had no clue of the world, wanting him to explain it to you in every single detail. And you were so amused at how flushed and annoyed he was getting.
“God damn, girl. Open them lips, wrap them around and go up and down.”
“How fast?”
“Just how fast that person likes.” He shruggs.
“How do I know how fast that person likes it?” And it’s laughable at how dumb you were making yourself seem, but seeing him grip the pillow over his crotch tighter, his cheeks flushed and sweat dripping from his forehead—it was worth every single second.
“I let my girls know when I gather their hair in my palm and push them faster down.”
Your breath hitches, his girls.
“Then I buck my hips into their mouth,” he continues.
All this time, you thought Joel was a miserable, lonely man with no relationships whatsoever. Embarrassment washes over you as you think about how you believed you were the only one he liked—and that when he fingered you, you were special. You came here to get educated—no, you came here to seduce him. And that was the plain truth.
“Got that in your pretty little head?” He asks you, suddenly pinching your chin between his fingers and making you look at him.
You wanted him to push your head down and buck his hips against you.
“Not really.”
“You’re getting on my last nerves.” He grumbles before putting the pillow away and revealing his bulge. Your eyes land on it, as he zips down his pants, looking at you. His eyes darkening.
“C’mon. That brain of yours had to take some sort of information, right?”
His eyes land on your tits.
You quickly nod, pushing your crop top up quicky, revealing your breasts to him. You hear a groan leaving his chest, then a chuckle.
“Good, that’s what I like to see.” His hand finds your chest, fingers squeezing, then pinching your nipple. “Now what do we do?”
“Get on my knees.”
“Atta girl. Get on those knees.”
He doesn’t need to tell you twice when you slide down the couch and kneel in front of his bulge. Nodding, he gently pulls his hard one out of his boxers.
You almost start to drool at the sight.
He was so big. And he was pulsing. Red mushroom head, precum dribbling from the slit and decorated with veins from bottom to top.
“Now, what did we say?” He asks, his hand gently pumping himself up and down, while your eyes follow.
“Give it some love.”
Your hands shakily grab his cock, looking small compared to his length. Stroking up and down, looking up to him with doe eyes and placing kisses on every inch while you listen to Joels groans.
“That’s it.” He gathers your hair into his palm, forming a loose ponytail to keep it from falling in your face. “A man should always do this, yea? Not let you do all the work.”
Your cheeks heat up again, his eyes lock into yours as you nod. There was a warmth spreading inside your panties. You had already difficulties taking his fingers last time, you wonder how it’ll be if you took his cock.
“Wanna take him into my mouth.” You mumble.
He coos. “‘course ya do. C’mon then. Show me how good you listened.”
“Up and down.” You nod. “Hm, up and down, that’s right.” He answers.
You open your lips, hand gently stroking up and down his dick. Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip, hearing him shudder in response.
You try different things out. Swirling around, getting deeper, pulling out and giving small kitten licks. All the while Joel groans your name, and without noticing, your ponytail wrapped in his fist, he moves your head—slow, deliberate—up and down his length.
“Just like that. Y’learning fast.”
The pleasure in your abdomen getting unbearable. You feel yourself soaking through your panties as you start grinding your hips against the heel of your foot.
“Would ya look at that.” He chuckles, his hand going faster.
And as Joel’s movements get messier, he dives your head down until a gag rises sharp in your throat. You cough, and he pulls out quickly, watching your face closely.
“Deep breaths, deep breaths, baby.” He carefully tries to calm you down, and while you try to breath normal again, he starts apologising: “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That should’ve not happen. Got too lost in the pleasure.”
“S’okey.” You smile lazily to him, drool hanging from the sides of your face, lips swollen red. You looked too beautiful for your own damn good right now. And Joel wants nothing more to take you right then and there.
“I think that’s enough for today. You already learned how to use your mouth. I’m sure you’ll do good.”
Disappointment washes down your face. You sit there looking up to him with pleading eyes. The throbbing in your cunt unbearable and the urge to take care of him way too big.
He slips the edge of his shirt over his thumb and brushes the drool from your mouth, slow and careful.
“Pretty girl. You let that boy treat you well, yea? Or else.” He mumbles, but your eyes are only on his wet, aching cock.
The boy was forgotten, and Joel could see it in your hazy, fucked-out eyes. You were needy—needy to be touched—and he wished he could just take you, right on his couch. But he made that mistake once. He couldn’t let it happen again.
You move before you even realize it, climbing onto his lap and settling on one of his thighs. His hard cock grazes your skin, and he takes his time looking at you—your lips, your tits.
“Oh angel, we can’t.” A breath leaves his mouth.
You lean in and start kissing him—his cheek, his neck—fingers stroking through his hair as you suckle on his collarbones. His hands find your waist, gripping tight. One hand cups your breast, pinching your nipple. And before you even realize it, your hips are grinding against his thigh.
“Why?” You ask, laying your head against his chest, moving your hips in a slow rhythm.
“I would ruin you.” He answers, “And people in this town would kill us.”
“But you’re just teachin’ me something. Nobody has to know.”
A groan leaves his lips when your hands wrap around his cock, gently stroking up and down.
“That so?”
“Hm”, you nod. “Y’still need to teach me how to take cock.”
“Jesus christ, sweetheart. When did ya get so bold, huh?”
And you want to say ‘when you left me with aching for more’ but you don’t. Instead, you focus on the pleasures building in your tummy. Grinding harder against the rough fabric of his jeans, and a whimper slipping from your lips.
Suddenly, Joel mumbles a “fuck it,” then follows with, “Pull your pants and panties down. Now.” He demands it—and you do just that, standing up and tugging everything down.
“But you ain’t gonna complain if it hurts.” His hands pull you back into his lap, making you sit down again. “All this begging and then complaining about it hurting would be pathetic, girl.”
“C’mere. You’re wet enough.” One hand touches your folds, the other holding his cock. You buckle up, his tip gliding over your folds as you release a breath.
You gently and slowly, sink down.
“Easy, easy, babygirl.” He helps you. Squeezing your hips and guiding you through. A cry leaving your lips when you fully sit down. His length stretching you, touching places you’ve never even felt before.
“S’big, yea? That’s a mans cock, baby. Not gonna gave that much satisfaction when you ride that boy.”
Your head falls to his shoulder, biting down, clenching on his cock. “So big.” A whimper falling from your lips.
“Oh I know, I know.” He whispers. “But you’ll take it, baby. Still need to teach you, don’t I?” He says it playfully. Joel knows the boy is long gone from your mind—and that you came here for one thing: to get fucked by him. There’s no denying it.
He shifts underneath you, gripping you by your thighs and thrusts two times up, leaving you breathless.
“Good?”
“Mhm. More.” And he doesn’t need to hear that twice. He starts giving you quick thrusts, altering between deep and slow, while your moans fill the room.
Your hands grip his shirt, looking at him, his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, rough breaths leaving his mouth. Tits start to bounce up and down, while he pumps in and out of your squelching cunt.
“Ain’t the one I used to be, girl—help that old man, will you? Start moving your hips.” He groans.
Your body almost limb from the pleasure, starts moving at his request. Going up and down, circling. His hands guiding you, helping you. Biting your lips, whines filling the quiet room and as Joels body suddenly shudders, you feel it.
His cum pumping you. Spurt after spurt, filling you to the brim.
You whimper, looking down, seeing drops of cum escaping your pussy.
“Oh, that’s a good girl.” He coos. “Tightest fuckin’ cunt i’ve ever had. Made me cum in no time.”
And you’re still aching for more.
“Could’ve just go to him.” You shrug. “He would’ve at least lasted longer.”
Joel looks at you with widen eyes. The relief after his orgasm completely gone, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushing red. Not with shame or embarrassment.
But anger.
Without a word, he grabs your hips and forces you down onto the couch beside him. Your eyes widen, hands clutching his neck as he looms over you.
“Joel, what are you doing?” You ask, with no answer. Instead, he spreads your legs and grabs his cock.
He glances down, noticing he’s still soft. After a few frustrated strokes, he mutters, “God dammit.”
You giggle.
“Find that funny, huh?” He asks and you can’t even answer before he fills you with two of his fingers, a yelp leaving your lips. “Still got my fingers, baby.”
“Joel..” You squeeze your eyes shut when he curls them, his thick fingers going in and out of you.
“M’right here, angel. Y’think that boy of yours can reach those spots huh?”
And the spots he reaches are indescribable. Your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot over and over again. Your legs start to shake, as you feel yourself getting close.
“Look at that, y’let me cum in you so well.” He whispers, looking at the ring of sperm build around his fingers whenever he pulls them out of your cunt.
“Joeljoeljoel.” With that you clench down his fingers, hips bucking, tummy clenching, you come around his fingers with a big cry.
Before you can even come down, he’s filling you again—his cock sliding in. The stretch feels good this time, and you clutch his shoulders as he murmurs your name. Your sensitive walls tighten around him, his length still a bit soft but just firm enough to push deep.
“Takin’ it so so good, baby.” He gently whispers in your ear. His lips latch into your neck, kissing and biting. Your moans start to fill the room again, as his thrusts begin in a quick rhythm.
“Feels good, feels so good.” You whimper, and squirm around. “I know it does, I know. That boy may last longer, but he won’t give you a reason for your pussy to be swollen red.” He looks down at your cunt while saying, a thumb landing on your clit.
You can’t even listen to him as the pleasure grows in your tummy once again. “M’gonna cum, please.”
“Good, c’mon then.”
His thumb speeds up at your clit, your leg falls from the couch because of the hard thrusts. Your hands grip impossibly tight to his shoulders.
“Gonna fill you up again, show this whole town who you belong to, yea?” Your eyes get wide at that, making him chuckle. His thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier.
“Joel, please.”
“Shh, s’okey. Cum with me, baby.” And you do.
You let go. This time, it’s harder than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Your mouth falls open, silent, as Joel gives you two more hard thrusts before spilling inside you—filling you up again, his release dripping onto the couch beneath you.
He kisses your temple, your nose, your forehead while you come down. His breathing is still hard and deep just like yours, softly coming down from the hard orgasms you two just had.
He pulls out, sits up slightly and watches as his cum oozes out of you.
“Christ, all filled up aren’t you?” His fingers wander to your slit, then he gathers the cum that drips out of your hole and pushes it in with two of his fingers.
With all the exhaustion, you can only whimper.
He thrusts them in and out, thumb gently landing on your clit, just slightly grazing it and making you shudder because of the sensitivity.
“No boy, yea? You’re mine. And if that takes, that’ll prove it.” He looks at you, furrowed eyebrows. And you nod your head softly, limbs to weak to function as you lay on his couch filled to the brim while his fingers are still working inside of you.
The next orgasm rolls in quietly, soft and fleeting—just enough to leave you relaxed and sleepy. Joel lets out a quiet chuckle, then pulls you close by the waist and shoulder. You nestle your head against his shoulder, and he kisses your forehead with quiet affection.
“God damn, y’need to bring me more often pie, sweetheart.”