Filling a Void

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I sat on my back porch on a late June morning, just after the summer solstice. The air was quickly growing hot as the sun rose higher in the sky, but I dreaded going inside and trying to get back to work. My job as a freelance writer made me accustomed to working under pressure with deadlines looming, but recently I’d begun struggling with major writer’s block.

As my coffee grew lukewarm on the table beside me, I stared out at my backyard and sighed. I couldn’t blame my seeming inability to write on Dawn leaving me. No, we’d broken up more than six months ago. But summer had always been her favorite season, and simply seeing the roses in bloom made me miss her anew.

Letting out a frustrated growl, I ran my hands through my hair, mussing it. “Focus, Kate,” I told myself. “Thinking about Dawn won’t pay the fucking bills.”

I figured a quick walk around the yard would give me a chance to stretch my legs and put myself in a writing frame of mind. It would also give me a chance to procrastinate for five more minutes.

I strolled barefoot over the grass, my hands on my hips and my head tilted back so the sun could fall upon my face. I drew in a deep breath, trying to subdue the restlessness threatening to overtake me.

It was then that I heard what sounded like a whimper. Frowning, I looked around but didn’t see anyone. The neighbors’ pool, enclosed by a wooden fence, was close to my property line, so I focused my attention in that direction.

The neighbors had moved in last fall, and they mostly kept to themselves. I knew they had a daughter who was currently home from college. Her name was Melody, a sweet name that suited her. I’d met her briefly late last year during her winter break. She’d come over to introduce herself when she saw me getting the mail, and her smile was infectious.

Through the gaps in the pool fence, I could vaguely discern someone reclining on a chaise lounge. Growing still, I strained to hear anything else. Several seconds later, a soft plaintive cry drifted toward me.

My mind raced as I tried to decide if I should be concerned. It had to be Melody over there by herself beside the pool; her parents always left for work early. Was she upset? Or could she be hurt?

I started toward the neighbors’ yard, but then my stride slowed. I didn’t want to overstep, especially if Melody was crying and wanted to be alone. On the other hand, she could be sick. But then again, if she were, wouldn’t she be inside instead of lounging by the pool?

As I was debating whether to go check on her or go back inside, she made another strange noise, this one a guttural groan that sounded deep in her throat, followed by a sharp gasp.

Curiosity got the better of me, and before I could stop myself, I hurried over to the pool fence.

Now that I could get a closer look, I stopped and peered between the fence boards. What I saw made me cup a hand over my mouth to muffle my own gasp.

Melody leaned back against the chaise lounge, stark naked, and a nearby umbrella provided enough shade to protect her fair skin. Her hair was a golden red, the color of wheat kissed by the first beams of morning sun.

My breathing quickened as I drank in the sight of her body. She was voluptuous in a way that made me feel a sudden aching between my legs. Her thighs were on the thicker side, and her belly had a small curve as she reclined on the lounge. And her breasts… those breasts bordered on pendulous, with peach-colored nipples. Her frame was a lush contrast to my own; my build, lean and angular, was more like a man’s than a woman’s. While her hair was long and wavy, my dark hair was cut short, making the gray threaded through it even more visible.

I didn’t have much time to take in her curves, however, because my attention was almost immediately drawn to her spread legs. Melody’s pussy was free of hair, and from where I stood, I had a fantastic view of her cunt.

Then I realized why she was releasing those low cries and moans. In her hand was a dildo so large, it made my pussy hurt just looking at it. The toy had to be at least eight inches long. It was flesh-colored and astonishingly thick, made to look realistic with a veiny surface and mushroom head.

And Melody was staring down at that toy, mewling as she struggled to ease the bulbous tip inside her.

There was a small bottle on the table beside the lounge, which I assumed to be lubricant, but even from where I stood, I knew Melody wasn’t using nearly enough.

I also knew I should go back to my house and pretend I’d never seen or heard anything. Yet there was a real possibility of Melody injuring herself if she kept trying to force that dildo into her pussy. I inwardly cringed when I thought of her tearing her tender cunt.

Bracing myself for what would certainly be a horribly awkward encounter, I cleared my throat softly, trying not to startle her.

Her head snapped up, and she caught sight of me lingering outside the pool fence.

“Oh, my God!” Melody shrieked, sounding canlı bahis as shocked as if someone had thrown freezing water on her. She dropped the dildo between her thighs and scrambled for the towel she’d discarded beside the chaise lounge.

I felt almost as humiliated as she surely did. My cheeks were hot as I approached the halfway open gate to the fence. “I’m so sorry,” I said, holding up my hands. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but I heard you, um, whimpering, and I thought you might have hurt yourself.”

Melody held the towel to her front, looking as if she might cry. “I… I didn’t know anyone was around,” she stammered. “Oh God, I am mortified!”

Her lips began to quiver, and the last thing I wanted was for her to burst into tears. “Please don’t be,” I hurriedly said. “You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”

Her skin was mottled red with shame. “You won’t tell my parents, Kate?”

I was a little surprised that she remembered my name. “Christ, no!” I assured her. Pressing a hand to the back of my neck, I frantically racked my brain for the right words. “You’re a young woman enjoying yourself in the privacy of your own home. Why would I tell them anything about that?”

The relief on her face was unmistakable. “I figured everyone was at work, and I didn’t realize I was being loud,” she began.

“You weren’t,” I said. “But I was on my back porch, and I have really good hearing.” I grinned, trying to lighten the mood, and I was glad to see a tentative smile appear on her lips. “And I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of creep lurking outside your fence, but after I came over to make sure everything was okay, I noticed…” My voice faltered, and again I was overwhelmed by the surreal aspect of the situation. “I, uh, noticed your toy, and I was a little concerned that…”

Melody frowned in confusion, obviously not understanding my meaning.

“Ah, Christ,” I muttered, then rushed on. “I was afraid you might hurt yourself with something that big.” Her eyes widened, but I figured there was no use trying to be delicate about the matter at this point. “You absolutely need more lube.”

Melody just stared at me, and I wondered if she was about to cuss me out or threaten to call the cops. I took a step backward, deciding I’d done the right thing by warning against her shoving that huge dildo roughly into her pussy, and now I could get back to work.

“Oh,” Melody said softly. Then she reached for the small bottle on the table beside her. “I did use some,” she told me. Her towel slipped and exposed the tops of her breasts. Despite my discomfort, I found myself wanting to see those gorgeous nipples again. My own nipples were hard beneath my white t-shirt. Since I had A cups, I usually skipped wearing a bra, and today was no exception.

“You’re going to need to slather it all over the toy,” I explained to her, “and on the, uh, the outside of your…”

“My pussy,” she said, and then flashed me a grin.

“Yep, your pussy,” I said. “And you should get some on your fingers and work them inside you, too. Just go crazy with the stuff, or otherwise you could tear something…”

Melody tilted her head to the side, her embarrassment fading. “Sounds like you’ve done this before,” she remarked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve played with a few toys in my time, yes.”

Melody reached beneath the towel and retrieved the massive dildo. “It is ridiculously big, isn’t it?” she said through a giggle.

I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah, that is definitely intimidating.” I knew I shouldn’t ask the question, but once again, my curiosity was my downfall. “Any particular reason you chose one that size? Not that it’s any of my business,” I added.

Now Melody was blushing again. “Um, yeah,” she said. “You want to sit down while I tell you the reason?” Her gaze moved to a nearby empty chair.

Don’t do it, Kate, I pleaded silently with myself. Don’t fucking do it…

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Slipping through the fence gate, I made my way to the chair and turned it so I was directly facing Melody. She smiled when I took a seat and stretched out my long legs before me. My jeans were old and faded, with a hole in one knee.

Melody fixed her stare on the dildo in her hand. “I don’t know why, but it turns me on so much when I’m watching porn and women are stretching their pussies with toys,” she revealed in a quiet voice. “I’m, like, fixated on it.” Her eyes locked with mine. “Which is weird, because I’m really inexperienced; I haven’t even had intercourse.” Melody must have seen the surprise on my face. “I met guys at college who wanted to, but I figured my first time should actually mean something, you know?”

I nodded. “I understand that, Melody.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And I didn’t really have anyone to talk to. Most of my friends were going to parties and hooking up all the time, and I just never felt comfortable telling anyone that I have this strange desire to stretch my pussy.”

I rubbed bahis siteleri my chin, choosing my words carefully. “It’s perfectly normal to try new things and discover what you like and don’t like,” I told her, my voice gentle. “But it’s important that you start slow. You’re not going to enjoy yourself sexually if you’re in an excruciating amount of pain.”

Melody nodded, listening attentively. “You’re right – I know you’re right, Kate. But is it weird that I want it to hurt a little?”

“No,” I assured her. “Plenty of people get off on that. But you definitely want to avoid injury.”

Melody gave me one of her sweet smiles. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re really easy to talk to?” she asked.

I smiled back. “I’m happy to listen to what you have to say,” I replied. “I remember being your age, and how hard it was to figure out what I wanted, and also to find the courage to express it once I did.”

Melody’s gaze softened. “Mom told me that she thought you had a girlfriend last year, but she hasn’t seen her around in months.”

My smile wavered only a bit, and I was proud of how steady my voice sounded when I answered her. “Your mom is right. My girlfriend and I broke up just before Thanksgiving.”

“I’m sorry,” Melody said, and the tenderness in her voice made my breath catch in my throat.

“Thanks,” I managed to say. Then I started to stand. “So I should leave you to your exploring…”

“Oh, don’t go,” Melody said. “Can’t you stay a little bit longer? Please?”

Christ, how could I deny her when she was looking at me with those gorgeous wide blue eyes? Sinking back into the chair, I tried not to sigh. “Anything else you’d like to talk about?” I asked.

Melody took her bottom lip between her teeth. It seemed like she was working up the nerve to respond. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask away,” I said.

She looked down, unable to meet my eyes. “What did you think when you saw me with this dildo?”

I knew where this conversation was headed, and I also knew I needed to steer it quickly in another direction. Yet I couldn’t deny the fact that Melody turned me on. Immensely.

“Well,” I hemmed and hawed, “I was a bit surprised, of course. And I was concerned when I, uh, saw you were having trouble…”

“But did you think it was sexy at all?” Melody demanded, looking at me straight on now.

I ran a hand through my hair. If I lied, I had a feeling she would see right through my bullshit. “Honestly? Yes. You’re a gorgeous young woman, and seeing you naked like that…” I gave myself a gentle shake before I said something I regretted. “But this probably isn’t a conversation we should be having, Melody.”

She frowned. “Why not? I feel really comfortable talking to you.”

“Well, because you’re my neighbor, and you’re also – what, nineteen? I’m forty-five, and…”

“I don’t care about that,” Melody said, leaning forward. The towel slid down to her waist, but she didn’t bother to cover herself this time. “I think you’re really, really hot, Kate.”

Now it was my turn to blush. The hungry gaze she was giving me was not something I was accustomed to, especially not from someone her age. “I’m flattered, really, I am, but…”

Melody cast her towel aside, revealing her body to me once more in all its naked glory. I tried and failed to suppress a low moan of desire, watching as she picked up the bottle of lube.

“You gave me some great advice,” Melody said, “about how to get this…” With her free hand, she held up the dildo. “Inside my pussy. So why don’t you stay and, well, observe to make sure I’m doing it right?”

I sat up. “I think you should start with a smaller toy,” I said.

“But I want this one,” Melody protested softly, then gave the head of the dildo a lick. Her breathing quickened, just as mine did, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her breasts. “So you said I should slather the lube on my pussy.” Melody squirted a nice amount of lube onto her fingers, then slid those fingers all around her entrance.

I was amazed at how unabashed she now was, her thighs spread wide so I could easily see what she was doing.

Melody looked up at me, her face a question. “Is that enough?”

I swallowed hard, then nodded.

“And then… I need to work some lube inside me, right?” Once again, with lube on her fingers, Melody slid two of them inside her cunt, and I saw a faint shudder course through her. “Mmm, that’s really nice,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering while she fingered herself.

My hand drifted toward my crotch before I caught myself and placed it firmly on my thigh. I was trying to do the right thing, but she was rapidly wearing my resistance down. I hadn’t been with anyone since Dawn left, and the sexual frustration had been driving me mad even before I happened upon Melody this morning.

Melody added a third finger, and the wet sound of her pussy filled the air. Our eyes met, and whatever she saw on my face made her grin. “Is that enough lube, Kate?” bahis şirketleri she groaned.

“I think that’s good,” I replied, my voice unsteady. My own pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel an aching deep within me.

Melody withdrew her fingers, slick with lube and her juices. Then she picked up the dildo and squirted a copious amount of lube on the head. She coated the entire surface of the toy until even I couldn’t recommend that she use any more.

My breath hitched in my chest when Melody brought the dildo to her entrance. “Instruct me,” she said, her eyes wild and full of need. Once again, she moved quickly to work the toy inside her.

“Slow,” I urged, my voice husky. “Don’t rush it, baby.” Leaning forward in my chair, I felt the seam of my jeans putting pressure on my clit, and I rocked my hips slightly.

Melody scooted down a little on the chaise lounge, providing me an even better view. Both our stares were fixed on the toy as she slid it into her pussy, millimeter by millimeter. She sucked in a breath through her teeth at the pressure.

“If it’s too intense, you need to stop,” I said gently.

She smiled and shook her head. “It’s not too intense. I just… need to… get used to it.”

“The head is the biggest part, so that’s what will pose the most challenge,” I said. “Once you have that inside, the rest will be easier.”

Melody bit down on her bottom lip. My eyes widened as I watched her pussy slowly, almost indiscernibly, stretch wider, accommodating the dildo.

“My God, the head’s almost all the way in!” I murmured. “How does it feel?”

Melody looked up at me. “It hurts some,” she admitted. “But I’m so fucking turned on, feeling it stretch my pussy while you watch.”

I was shaking with the effort it took to remain in my chair. “Careful with that beautiful cunt,” I told her. “Remember to take it slow.”

She eagerly nodded, her hand trembling as she worked the dildo even farther inside. “Oh, oh, oh!” she began crying, and then, in one fluid movement, the head of the dildo disappeared inside her.

We both moaned, and a tremor worked its way through Melody’s thighs. Her face was flushed, and I saw that a layer of sweat now coated her skin. “Fuck!” she cried, taking several more inches of the toy.

“You’re halfway there,” I said, licking my lips. Christ, she was gorgeous, appearing lost and wild with her own lust.

Her cries grew louder as she suddenly thrust the dildo all the way inside. Then she slumped back against the lounge chair, sucking in a lungful of air.

“That wasn’t slow,” I tenderly chastised her. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

Her eyes were closed, her voice faraway. “So good, oh, so fucking good! I can’t believe it’s all the way inside me.”

Neither could I. Her pussy was stretched wide, with only the base of the dildo visible now. She’d taken all eight inches.

“I think you should leave it like that so you can get used to its size,” I said.

Melody lifted her head. “But I want to fuck myself with it, because that will make me come.”

“Melody,” I moaned. “Baby, I need to…”

She immediately understood just what I needed. “Touch yourself, Kate. Make yourself come, too.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with shaking hands, then thrust my hand into my underwear. While Melody’s pussy was completely bare, I had never shaved my pubic hair in my life, and the curls were wet with my juices now. Sliding my fingers between my pussy lips, I made sure they were slick before I began rubbing my swollen, throbbing clit.

“Ah, fuck yes!” I groaned with relief. It felt incredible to touch myself after becoming so aroused.

Melody watched me pleasure myself, her eyes wide and bright. “Ooh, Kate,” she whispered. “I can hear how wet you are for me!”

“You’ve got me dripping, Melody. You’re so fucking sexy.” My stare drifted to the dildo buried inside her. “Make yourself come with that huge cock.”

Melody immediately grasped the base of the dildo, and with a cry, she began giving it a thrusting motion. The movements were shallow and slow at first, and I watched in fascination as her pussy gripped the toy. Now her hips were rocking, too, and she threw her head back while working up a steady rhythm.

“Oh, God, it’s filling me completely!” she wailed.

The expression on her face, a mixture of pain and bliss, brought me almost to the peak. I was trembling, rubbing my clit hard and fast, desperate to come.

Melody slowly withdrew the dildo until it was almost all the way outside her, and then she thrust it deep inside once more. “I’m gonna… Oh, Kate, oh fuck!” With one hand still gripping the dildo, Melody’s back arched fiercely, and her thigh muscles tightened with each orgasmic spasm.

A low scream escaped through her clenched teeth, and then she began shuddering all over. I didn’t think I had ever seen anyone come so hard.

My clit was so sensitive beneath my fingers now, and yet I didn’t let up on my frantic rubbing.

Melody moaned, gave the dildo one final thrust, and began shaking yet again. When her gaze met mine, her eyes filled with pleading. “Come, Kate! I need to see you come while I have this cock inside me!”

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