Consolation Prize (Part #2)

This is the second part of a story about a 19-year-old lad whose act of compassion towards his sister's best friend unexpectedly turns steamy very quickly!

Below is a recap of the original story titled “Consolation Prize”. You are strongly encouraged by the author to read it in its entirety.

This tale is about an 18-year-old girl named Sally Davidson. Her mother (Jean) is viciously beaten by her violent husband (Shawn) who opts to take his own life rather than face the legal consequences of his violent actions. Luckily, Sally has friends nearby. Her best buddy is her classmate Monica Harrison who lives just half a block away. The Harrison family allows Sally to stay with them as long as necessary until her mother recuperates fully from her injuries. Monica’s 19-year-old brother, Artie, has always been fond of the soft-spoken Sally. When he accompanied Sally to her house for the first time since her mother was badly beaten, the evidence of the attack overwhelms Sally who tearfully turns to Artie for comfort. Artie’s consoling embraces and kisses turn sexual very quickly and they both intensely enjoy the moment. Artie narrates the story.
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One day after Sally Davidson and I, in a whirlwind of confusing emotions, had passionate sex in her home when we went to collect some of Sally’s belongings, my mind had been totally focused on the girl whom I’ve known for eight years as my sister’s best friend. Before yesterday, that was all she was.

I wasn’t blind; Sally was certainly an attractive female in her late teenage years, but I still saw her as someone who was almost a family member because she had spent so much time with Monica, my sister, at our house. Now, in a change that unexpectedly occurred in a moment of passion, that perception had been altered forever. I was now obsessed with her as a lover. Maybe it was because she had promised me more zealous sex when we’d make a second trip to her home to collect more of her personal belongings. Okay, it was definitely that.

Sally, with thanks, had returned the collection of sports jerseys and old jeans to me that had been her wardrobe since she had suddenly become our family’s long-term houseguest. She was now wearing her own, better-fitting clothing. I had to say it was a definite improvement. She had very pretty blouses and a cute collection of skirts that highlighted her appealing femininity. Nevertheless, I couldn’t wait to see Sally once again without a stitch of clothing on, sprawled on a bed or a couch, with her legs spread waiting for horny 19-year-old me, equipment at the ready, to enter her desirable vagina.

Sally, apparently, was smart enough not to mention to anyone in my household about our coital connection from the previous day. It wasn’t that we’d done anything illegal, but the fact that I fucked my sister’s best friend during a tumultuous time when she was emotionally unstable would likely have gotten me in enormous trouble with two families: both mine and Sally’s. Anyway, when Sally got home from school, she did inform me at the earliest possible opportunity that our sexual romp was still very much a secret. She hadn’t told a soul. I just had to kiss her for sharing that bit of important info!

After dinner that night, Sally announced that she needed to get a few more things from her house and spend some time tidying up the place. The latter was certainly true, as it still bore the unmistakable bloody evidence of her father’s awful attack on her mother. I offered to help Sally, which my parents and sister thought was very gentlemanly of me. They had no clue what Sally and I were planning to do (again) the moment we got into her house.

We walked toward the Davidson house and kept a respectable distance between ourselves, but once we got beyond eyeshot of anyone possibly seeing us from my house, we held hands. My hand was grasping hers as we literally ran the final 30 yards to her front door. A second or two after Sally unlocked and opened the front door, I surprised her by picking her up and carrying her lovingly into the living room with the intention of placing her gently on the couch where we had gone at it the previous evening. However, Sally said, “Artie, sweetie, you might as well carry me directly into my bedroom so we can do this properly. It’s down the hallway; it’s the second room on the right. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

I hesitated for a moment to tell her something. “Sally, honey, you’re not the only one who has been looking forward to it!” I replied. “I swear my dick got extremely hard just thinking about making love to you again. I’m lucky I didn’t have an accidental ejaculation! I’m saving it for you.”

“Well, I say we ought to start fucking immediately!” she suggested with enormous zeal. “Our chores here can wait!” I could hardly believe this girl was the same quiet, shy, and restrained Down-the-Street Sally who seemed to live in a shell of self-consciousness…until yesterday night’s unplanned carnal activities. What a difference a day can make in someone’s life! In this case it was the lives of two people.

“I’m starting to like you very much, Miss Sally Davidson,” I declared in a comically prim manner. “I think I’m going to fuck you until my penis turns blue from overuse.”

“Sounds good to me, Mr. Artie Harrison,” Sally stated in response. “But remember, Artie, I promised you yesterday that I’d be the aggressive one with our lovemaking tonight. So, if you like, you can just lie back and be passive.”

I whispered in her ear, for no specific reason as no one else was in the house, “Sally, I’ll try to be passive, but my dick will be massive.” My little rhyme made Sally giggle—which made her even more appealing to me at that moment. I swiftly carried her into her room and placed her on the bed.

We undressed each other quickly. Sally was totally true to her word. She shoved me downward, so I was lying face up with a raging erection. Sally was straddling me. She put both her soft hands around the shaft of my penis which seemed to grow even bigger with this lovely girl’s sensuous touch. “I believe you are aroused, Artie,” she said. That was the understatement of the year.

Without any further ado, Sally engulfed my rod with her mouth and began sucking and licking it. The sensation was beyond enjoyable. Sally paused for a moment to remind me, “I’ve never done this before, so I hope I’m doing it right. How am I doing, Artie?”

“My god, Sally, you should give fellatio lessons,” I said. “You could make a fortune in a very short time.” Sally laughed at my fully positive assessment of her bedroom skills and continued her tireless efforts to entice an ejaculation from me.

Sally especially paid close attention to the head of my dick, running her tongue back and forth across the hole at the top of it. Although I had vaguely promised Sally that I would be passive, I couldn’t ignore her beautiful little breasts that were within my grasp. I felt biologically compelled to fondle and play with them while Sally gave me what had to have been a world-class blowjob. I gave her fair warning that a huge cum shot was imminent, but she kept my penis in her mouth. Nature called and I finally fired the large load of sperm that had been threatening to leave my penis since I had started thinking about Sally that morning. I moaned and sighed with great satisfaction…and Sally took every drop of it like a pro.

After she had swallowed my semen, she gave me a sexy smile and coyly said, “Artie, my love, how was that?”

After a slight dramatic pause, I sincerely replied, “How was it? Sally, if I dropped dead right now, I’d die extremely happy. That was unbelievably erotic and pleasurable. You really should give lessons, Sally. I’m not kidding!” Sally sweetly kissed me on the cheek as a token of thanks for the overwhelmingly positive review or her newfound bedroom skill.

“Come on, Sally, my love. That was hardly a suitable kiss.” I remarked. “I think we can do better—way better, in fact.” I sat up and wrapped my loving arms snugly around the new under-20 blowjob champion of the world. We must have passionately kissed for 30 minutes when I thought to ask her, “Sally, do you want me to lick your pussy like I did yesterday? I’d be very glad to return the favor after how well you just pleasured my very happy dick.”

“No, it’s not necessary today, Artie. You get all the attention tonight. I see you’re ready to continue.”

For a second or two, I stupidly did not realize what Sally meant by her last comment. Then she pointed toward my penis. “It’s back!” she noted. Indeed, I was now sporting another fabulous erection—and I hadn’t even realized it. Our extended kissing had provided the stimulus plus ample time for it to be ready for another round of lovemaking. “It’s time for me to get back to work!” Sally delightedly announced.

Sally once again pushed me to a horizontal position on the bed. She straddled me again, but this time her hips were considerably closer to mine than when she licked and sucked me to orgasm half an hour before. She quickly positioned herself accordingly, took the shaft of my penis in her hand, and immediately dropped her pretty pussy upon it. I gave a loud “ooh!” while Sally emitted a soft “aah!” when penetration began. Sally began to enthusiastically ride me.

“This is fun!” Sally announced as her vigorous bouncing continued. “I’d love to do this for hours and hours.”

“Fun?” I said with incredulity. “This is far more than fun, Sally. It’s utterly fantastic! This is the best possible feeling in the world. I swear your pussy was made specifically to accommodate my hard dick. This is a real treat. Keep on bouncing, honey! I love it!”

Sally smiled and bounced a little while longer. Then she tried something even more erotic. My dick was fully inside her when she just simply began to gyrate her hips. This was a better, wonderful sensation
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Sally stopped this terrific sexual act for a moment to deliver an important message to me. “You can come inside me tonight, Artie. I’ve taken the proper precaution.” I assumed she was referring to a birth-control pill. Rumor had it that any girl at Sally’s high school could get them from the school’s very liberal-minded nurse with no questions asked—and no parents notified.

“All right!” I announced. I want to fill you with my cum, Down-the-Street Sally. Launch time is imminent!” A few more of Sally’s skillful gyrations and I was helpless in her power. I fired a couple of jism blasts deep within her tight vagina. There would be no swallowing this serving of my semen this time! We both moaned as Sally reached an orgasm, too--just seconds after I did.

At that moment, I honestly thought that life could not possibly get any better. Then Sally and I got the surprise of our young lives. We were both startled by a familiar voice that posed the following silly question: “Enjoying yourselves, you two? I’d say you definitely are!”

It was my father. He was standing just outside the entrance of Sally’s bedroom with buckets and cleaning supplies in hand. He had been watching us for who-knows-how-long. For some unknown reason, Dad didn’t seem surprised one iota at what we were doing.

In a very calm voice, Dad continued, “I brought these buckets to clean up the blood and other things in the living room and kitchen…but I think we might need to start cleaning up this bedroom first.” Then he gave us an understanding little smile.

All of a sudden, horny Sally returned to being my sister’s shy, demure classmate. While still riding my dick, she shrieked and tried to cover her private parts from my father’s view. I also helped by strategically placing my hands directly on top of Sally’s glistening, sweat-soaked breasts. Of course, I was more than happy to do my part in trying to preserve Sally’s fleeting dignity. After all, they were the most magnificent body parts on my sexy, 18-year-old lover.

We disconnected our crucial body parts and scrambled to get dressed as my dad remained remarkably stoic and placid about what he had just witnessed—his 19-year-old son bonking his sister’s best buddy, who was also a cherished family friend.

“You’ll have to excuse my rude intrusion. I figured you two might need some more cleaning supplies,” he said pointing to the buckets, scrub brushes and cleansing powder. “So, I walked them over. The door was unlocked and slightly ajar, so I just walked into the house unannounced. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have entered without knocking, obviously. I apologize for that. Anyway, when I didn’t see anyone in the living room or in the kitchen, I walked down the hallway and…well, there you two were, in all your glory, having a jolly old time together. By the way, Sally, that was a nice fucking technique you displayed. I believe Artie liked it very much. You really ought to give lessons.”

Sally was blushing. Red-faced, she answered, “I guess Artie and I were in so much of a hurry to get started that we didn’t shut the front door properly.” Then she comically added, “Oh, and thanks for the compliment, Mr. Harrison.”

My dad laughed as Sally continued to blush. Even I laughed before asking my dad the obvious question. “Why aren’t you furious at us—especially me? After all, I’m fucking a girl who is a longtime family friend, a houseguest of ours, and who happens to be Monica’s best buddy.”

With both Sally and I at least partially dressed by this point of this supremely awkward situation, Dad sat on the edge of the bed and said to us, “To be totally truthful, I brought the cleaning supplies as an excuse. Artie, I told your mother that I thought you two might be doing more romancing than cleaning. She thought I was crazy. However, I had an inkling that you two had become more than just friends within the last 24 hours or so. Call it parental intuition. Therefore, I thought I’d see for myself. Boy, did I get more than I bargained for.”

“Are you going to tell Mom?” I asked with trepidation.

“I’ll leave that up to you two to decide,” Dad replied. “I won’t say a thing about it. Not a thing. In fact, I’ll lie to her and say you were both busy cleaning the house—and not on Sally’s bed playing hide-the-wiener.”

“Hide-the-wiener?” repeated Sally with a hearty laugh. “I’ve never heard that term before! I like it! I’ll have to remember it.”

“You may freely use it as your own, Down-the-Street Sally,” Dad told her. “Now let’s make my little white lie to my wife a little more plausible by actually cleaning the kitchen, the living room, and this young lady’s boudoir. We’ve got plenty of supplies and volunteers here to do the job.”

Sally picked up the buckets and took them to the kitchen to fill them with water. This left Dad and me by ourselves in Sally’s bedroom. Dad seemed to be waiting patiently for me to offer an explanation.

“Thanks, Dad, for saying you won’t tell Mom,” I sheepishly said. “Honestly, this sex thing sort of just happened yesterday when Sally became very upset about seeing the bloodstains and all the broken stuff in the house. She started crying uncontrollably. I tried my best to console her…and the next thing you know we were hugging and kissing. Then we were having sex…passionate sex…world-class sex…”

Dad held up his hand. He interrupted me to loudly say, “I thought it was something like that. You can spare me the details for now, Artie. We can talk about everything later when we have lots of time and we are alone.” Dad lowered his voice slightly and added, “Hey, son, when the time is right, I want to hear every possible detail about it! Based on the few seconds I saw, I have to say Sally is an absolutely terrific little fucker! She really ought to give lessons! As for you, Artie…Attaboy!”