Homework

AN UPHILL RIDE

Her classmate John's house was almost on her way home from school. Almost. Except that right turn she had to take that brought her out of the woods and into the bright afternoon sun. The road climbed towards the small group of houses. Martha shifted into the lowest gear and hit the pedals hard. It took a couple of minutes to reach the top. When she rang the door bell, Martha noticed that she was breathing heavily and that her clothes had gotten all sweaty. Well, if John had to get sick and had his homework delivered on a hot summer day, he'd better not expect her to fix her makeup before dropping off those papers.

The door buzzed and Martha pushed it open. "What did you forget now? You will be late for your appointment with..." -- Peter stopped mid sentence and looked at me. "Good day,... Mr.... Fahler, how... are... you?", she said managing to smile at him. But speaking reminded her that she needed every breath to recover from that uphill ride. "Martha! What brings you here? I haven't seen you for ages!" He looked past her shoulder: "Still riding that old bike?" -- "Yes, Sir.... I... won't... trade... it... for... any... other!"

Her parents gave her this bike for her 14th birthday. It had been way too large for her back then. But it was bright pink and she loved it! Wherever she'd go, she'd ride tit here. "Don't you have a car, yet?" -- Martha just shook her head. They had visited the dealer before she turned 18 last month. They found a nice little car. But she wanted it in pink, so delivery would take another four to eight weeks.

A DRINK OF WATER

"John and his mom just left five minutes ago for a doctor's appointment in the city", Mr Fahler explained. A Doctor in the city. Not Doc Johannson in town. That meant at least 45 minutes to go there, and another 45 minutes back. They would not be home until 6 pm. "Is that John's homework?" Mr Fahler pointed to the stack of papers Martha had taken from her backpack. She nodded and gave it to him. "Could I... please... have some... water?", Martha asked, still catching her breath.

A minute later, they were standing in the kitchen, Martha holding a large glass of water. Half-empty. She felt much better already. And that was when she noticed that her classmate's father was looking at her. Not at her face. He was checking out her breasts. The sweaty shirt was clinging to them, and her nipples poked against the fabric. She had not planned to tease him, but the thought of arousing a married man gave her mixed feelings. She felt a bit of guilt and shame. But she also felt the power her young, fit body gave her over this man. "Do you work out, Mr Fahler? You seem to have lost some weight, Sir." He still had a noticeable belly, but he looked much better than she remembered. Martha went to the faucet for a refill. When she turned to him again, she noticed his boner. This could be interesting...

Martha took another gulp from the glass, making sure to spill some of the water on her sweaty t-shirt.

"Call me Peter", he dismissed the compliment and took a towel from the drawer. Martha, in the rush of the moment, did not take the towel, but grabbed his hand, using it to rub the towel over the wet t-shirt. She avoided her breasts, and there were some layers of cloth between his fingers and her toned body, but the stunt had its effect. Peter Fahler was clearly bothered, the growing bulge in his pants made that very clear. Martha just smiled and said "Thank you, Sir.", ignoring his offer to use his first name.

She turned towards the door as if to leave. She never did anything like that to a man her father's age. But it felt so good! Would he let her go? The power, the excitement, the... "Do you want a dry shirt? For the ride home?" He interrupted her thoughts and she realized that he had already asked her twice. "Er, yes please, if you have one that fits..."

DRY CLOTHES

They both went from the kitchen through the hallway into another room. She was already inside when she realized that it was the master bedroom. The bed was made, and laundry baskets were standing next to the wall. He took a clean, but unironed shirt from one of them. Martha started to take off her wet t-shirt but paused when she remembered that she wore no bra. For minimal modesty, she turned, only showing her bare back when changing. The shirt was way too large. It went almost down to her knees. At that moment, Martha decided that she wanted to seduce that married man. She wanted to break his defenses. She wanted to own him.

Martha turned around and saw two things: The massive boner that almost tore Mr Fahler's pants apart, and the frightened look on his face. What was he thinking? Was he afraid to touch her? For all he knew, she could still run off, screaming "RAPE!" through the whole neighborhood. Did he think about his wife? His marriage? All that he was about to risk?

Martha looked him in the eye, smiled and asked: "Do you have a belt for me?" She had already seen one on the dresser. A slim lady's belt. He looked down on himself and unbuckled his belt. "I only have this one.", he said while pulling it from his pants. Martha wrapped the heavy leather twice around her waist. Mr Fahler helped her close the buckle. She turned around once more to pull down her shorts. "These are wet, too. But it's downhill from here, I can ride home in the new shirt-dress you gave me!" She twirled around like a ballerina, only to see that his pants were down at his ankles.

YOUR CALL

"Don't torture me. Finish what you started or leave right now!"

Martha had him where she wanted. "Which side of the bed is yours?" That was a rhetorical question. On one side of the bed, there was a nightgown next to the pillow, a bible, other religious books and a family portrait on the nightstand. Mr Fahler pointed to the side with the empty Coke bottle and the computer magazines. Martha deliberately went to the wife's side and lay on top of the cover. She spread her legs wide and said in a husky voice: "If you really want this..." -- she pulled up the shirt--dress, revealing her bright pink panties -- "...then you need to finish this. It's not my call."

Peter Fahler took his rock hard cock and pressed the tip against Martha's tight pussy. The thin fabric of her panties was all that separated him from being unfaithful. He hesitated a short moment and looked to the nightstand. "You can have me if you are willing to cheat on your wife. Oh, yeah, just the tip!" He moaned as she pulled her panties to the side. "You see, it is so easy. And doesn't it feel so good? I'm all yours now, Daddy!"

And that was the moment when all his lust broke free. Mr Fahler pushed all the way in. "Oh, yes, fuck me, Daddy!" He did. He fucked her like an animal. This was the forbidden fruit, and it tasted so good. He fucked her right between his wife's nightgown and the bible. He felt that he would not last long, and so did she. "I'm all yours now, Daddy. Please cum inside my tight little pussy, Daddy..." That was all he needed. His cock started pumping his load into Martha and she locked her ankles behind him to pull him even closer. He drained his balls into this girl who could be his daughter. He filled her up, right here on his wedding bed. She pulled his head down, his ear to her mouth and she whispered: "You are all mine now, Daddy."

He knew that she was right.

EPILOGUE

Martha got up, quickly changed into her own, wet clothes and mounted her pink bike. She coasted downhill in the bright afternoon sun until she reached the woods. There she turned right and rode home.

About two hours after she arrived, John called and said thanks for the homework she brought. The doctor said he needed to stay home for two more weeks. "Father asks if you could continue to bring me my homework..."