Black Cat (Part VI)

Chapter 14: Saturday Late Evening – Alone Time

Ti came in. “Number One…”.

“Come right here. Sorry, can’t get up – but I think I’m right where I need to be. Daddy, you might want to step aside for this…”

“Dan… is it ok…?”

“Have at it, Ti… Kitty, you ok?”

“A-ok… do you want to watch?” She smiled at me. That smile got me every time.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m gonna take a shower downstairs. Holla out if you need help.”

“You’re the best Daddy ever…”

“Ti… careful, ok? Don’t…”

“No worries, Daddy. He’s Nana’s boyfriend and a real gentleman. Right, Ti?”

“Uhm… yeah…”

“It’s not like… he would do anything against my will…”

She pushed herself up so Ti could see her hard little nipples.

“… like force his big cock into my mouth while he’s pissing on me…”

She licked her lips, dragging a little bit of spit over them.

“…or rape me while I’m dripping with his piss…”

Her eyes sparkled.

I could see Ti’s cock getting harder… it was flaccid when he came in, now it was semi-erect.

“…or force that fat cock into my little asshole. You wouldn’t do that, Ti, right?”

“Uhm…”

Spit ran down from her lips, over her chin, and dripped on her flat chest.

“Come here and let’s discuss all the things you would never, never ever do to a little girl.”

Ti walked by me, mesmerized.

“Have fun, you two…”

I grabbed my bathrobe from the hook next to the shower stall, left the bathroom and before I had even closed the door, I could hear Cat giggle… “Ti… no…”

———-

I walked downstairs. I walked slowly, hoping I would hear something from the bathroom. But except for a short, high-pitched shriek from Cat, nothing. Was I jealous? Yeah, probably, a little bit.

Narges was already cleaning up. Where did she get the energy? Probably from the same place Cat got hers… oh, to be young again. I could drop right into bed. 48 and it felt like it.

“Hey…”

“Hi Dan. Are you ok?”

“Yes. Very much so… you?”

“I feel…” She stretched. She was wearing one of my old shirts I had left somewhere on the pile of cushions and blankets next to the couch. “…just wonderful. It still hurts a little. And I’m bleeding a bit. But apart from that… really wonderful.”

The way she stretched, I could see that the shirt was really the only thing she was wearing. My cock twitched. It hurt.

“Ti is upstairs…?”

“Yes… he’s with… Cat.”

She smiled. “I thought so.”

“Are you ok? With…?”

“Yes.” She took a breath. “It’s weird, isn’t it? I think I should be… jealous? But I’m not.”

“Same here… I’m… happy for them. I’m really done for today. But if they can go another round…”

“Yes. I don’t think I could… just standing up and walking feels… difficult.”

“Then take a rest. I’ll take a quick shower, and then I’ll help you clean. Deal?”

“Yes, thank you, Dan. I will wait for you.”

———-

I hopped into the small guest shower. And realized that this was the first time I had ever taken a shower down here. I had to smile when I saw the small soap dispenser. It pushed out little bars of soap, each one the size of a cherry. Jenn had bought this. Probably one of the last touches before she left. Well, thank you, and good riddance. For the first time in years, I was sure that I wouldn’t be thinking about her much from now on.

I have a girlfriend now, Jenn. OK, I might go to jail if anybody finds out. Win some, lose some.

The towel was still damp. Narges must’ve used it just before me. I pressed it against my face and inhaled her scent. I could smell her. My cock jumped again… no, no more. Not tonight.

———-

When I came out, Narges was sitting on the couch, looking at her phone. I had to smile when I saw her pose. Straight back. Legs crossed. Head raised up high. The way she had sat when I first got to know her. But now… her naked legs, her toes moving in little circles. My shirt, covering her the same way a miniskirt would. Her breast, poking through the fabric. And her hair. She looked so much better without the headscarf… but I still saw her face, framed by the scarf, when she first kissed me.

“Sorry, I have already cleaned this part of the couch. Couldn’t wait. It was… soiled. I… I… really liked it when we were doing it. But sitting in it now felt…”

“Please don’t apologize for cleaning my living room. Do you want to rest some more or should we…?”

“I’ll do the rest of the couch, and you can do the floor?”

“Yup.”

I went and grabbed the wet vacuum cleaner. I have no idea why I had bought it a few years ago. It looked cool, it had a color display on the handle, and it was expensive. Sad but true, a few years ago, these were three sufficient reasons for me to buy something.

But now it was a real lifesaver. How else to clean up big puddles of semen and piss all over my living room floor? I plugged it in, turned it on, and went at it. Trying not to look at Narges who was kneeling on the couch, with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant.

She leaned forward. The shirt rode up her ass. I held my breath. Her ass. Her pussy. Her pussy lips. Hanging down like two pink sails, moving in the wind. She rubbed at a stain on the backrest, and this made her pussy lips wobble. My cock got hard. Look away. Now.

“You are looking at me, Dan?”

My eyes were locked on her pussy, but now I looked up. She was still looking away from me. Away from me, but into the small mirror hanging over the sideboard behind the couch. Damn.

“Yes. Sor…”

“No, please. I like it. I really do. Look!”

She moved back a bit, her knees on the edge of the couch. She bent down, exposing more of her ass. I inhaled.

“Nana…”

“I spent most of my life being afraid of people looking at me. At my body…”

Her hands grabbed her thighs and moved up… she spread her butt cheeks with both hands. Her little asshole looked so cute.

“But now… I like it when Catherine looks at me. I love it when Ti looks at me. And I really love it when you look at me. When… a man… looks at me”

She spread her pussy with two fingers. I had to lean on the vacuum cleaner.

Her pussy was pink and swollen. Her big clit was trembling.

“You are beautiful. Your body is beautiful. And your… vagina… is… simply perfect…”

“I thought Catherine was joking when she said it… you know, when she… drank me for the first time.”

“No joking here. Sorry if I’m running out of colorful phrases, but it is really absolutely beautiful.”

“Catherine said that I have a bigger dick than some guys.” She chuckled.

“She likes to mess with you… sometimes. I hope I would’ve found a nicer way to say it, but yes.”

Narges turned around and smiled at me.

“I liked it when she sucked it. And when Ti sucked it. That felt really, really good. Like fireworks.”

“Yes, it also looked very sexy.”

She looked down.

“I think it feels a bit like… for a guy? When a girl takes him into her mouth?”

“Yes, that feels like fireworks, too…”

“I liked it when Catherine took your penis into her mouth.”

“I liked it, too – but it was a bit different. First you… made her take it. And then… I made her take it. It’s not the same as… making love with your mouth.”

“I still liked it when you forced her. When we forced her. She looked so beautiful. All the spit. And the sounds…”

She rolled her eyes. Caressed her breasts under the shirt. Sighed.

“I… I want to do it. Both the… making love with your mouth and the… rough kind.”

“Nana…”

“No, not now.” She looked down. “It’s enough for today.”

I wasn’t sure if I should feel relieved or disappointed.

“But eventually… I want to take Ti into my mouth. All of him.”

“This won’t be easy…”

“Yes… but maybe I can practice…”

She looked into my eyes.

“… with you?”

My cock just went up. From semi-erect, hanging down between my legs, it just stood straight. I could feel that it was sticking out of my bathrobe.

Narges looked at me and chuckled.

“Is this a ‘yes’?”

“A very enthusiastic ‘yes’.”

“Is it ok if Catherine and Ti watch us? I think I’d like that a lot. I liked watching you and Catherine. I think I would like to watch Catherine and Ti… now…”

“They’re still upstairs. I’m sure they would welcome you with open…”

“No… this is their time. I want them to… have this all for themselves.”

“Then maybe we should finish up here before I add another stain to the floor?”

“Do you think you can… again?”

“No… afraid not. I’m not 17 anymore. And even Ti looked like he could use a break.”

“I like how much he ejaculates…”

“It is pretty impressive…”

“And it tastes so good.” Pause. “But yours tastes better.”

My cock twitched. Narges smiled. “This looks really cute.”

“Thank you… but, just a tip: some guys probably won’t like it if you call their… penis ‘cute’.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Dan.”

“No worries, I liked it. It is a nice compliment. But just for future reference: Call them ‘big’, ‘impressive’, …”

“‘Majestic’?”

“There you go!”

Narges sat down on the couch. Pulled both her legs up. Spread them wide.

“Is my… little penis… cute?”

It took me a second or two until I could answer.

“Very, very, very cute. But again, I know you don’t like some words… but here, ‘little dick’ or ‘little cock’ is really much better than ‘little penis’”

“I understand. Thank you. Noted.”

She stood up. Whatever magic was there a minute ago, evaporated.

“Shall we finish up here and then call it a night?”

“Yes. I think we both need some rest.”

———-

We worked in silence. Almost… Narges was humming, I remembered the song from before. I mopped the floor, Narges gave the couch one more polish. And made sure that I wouldn’t, couldn’t take my eyes off her. Most people don’t arrange couch cushions with one foot on the floor and the other on the backrest of the couch. But she did and the view was glorious.

It took us another 10 minutes and then we were done. I took the vacuum’s dirtwater tank to the toilet and emptied it. When I came back out, Narges was sitting on the couch, a bottle carrier with cleaning utensils next to her. Laid back. Relaxed.

“Come and sit with me. Please.”

Uh-uh…

I sat down. I was aware that my cock was sticking out of my bathrobe, but I didn’t bother covering it. I knew where this was going.

Narges leaned against me. The top buttons of her shirt were open and I could see down her shirt, almost all the way down to her belly button. Her breasts rubbed against the fabric of the shirt.

“I’m happy. Here. With you.”

“I’m happy, too.” I put my arm around her. She pulled her legs up and sat on her knees. She smiled. Came closer. Closer. We didn’t kiss. Our lips less than an inch apart. I could feel her breath on my face. That smile. Those eyes.

And then… her hand… on my cock. No. Not her hand. Just her fingers. No. Just her fingernails. The nail of her thumb and index finger. On my foreskin. Pulling it down. Slowly. I held my breath. Up again. Digging into my skin.

Narges opened her lips. Her tongue touched her upper lip. I didn’t take my eyes off her and started to unbutton her shirt. One button after the other. Slowly. Her nails pulled my foreskin down again… stretched it even when it was all the way down. Two buttons left. One… I opened my mouth. Came a little closer. Our tongues touched. An electric jolt and her nails dug into my cock… I didn’t touch her. Not yet. Made her wait.

“You are so hard.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes”. She chuckled. “I have just cleaned the couch. And now I’m making another mess…”

“I want you.”

“Have me… but…”

Her hand closed around my cock. Squeezed it. Moved down. Her thumb hooked over the base of my cock, her fingers cupped my balls… and those nails again… digging into the sensitive skin.

“…my… vagina is only for Ti…”

Her eyes gleamed. Our tongues touched again… circled each other… her fingernails dug even deeper into my balls.

She reached behind her. The bottle carrier filled with spray bottles and utensils. What? Her hand came back. A small bottle of olive oil. And a mischievous smile.

Narges held the bottle in front of my face. Unscrewed it. And without ever taking her eyes off mine, she poured a big splash of olive oil on my hard cock. Her hand moved up from my balls and rubbed oil all over my shaft.

She licked her lips. “You want me?”

I put my hand on her belly. Moved it up, but I didn’t touch her breasts. Moved it up between her tits, further up until I reached her neck. My hand was big enough to reach all around it. I closed it around her throat. Pressed down on it. Her eyes… a hint of panic. And trust. She opened her lips and let out a long sigh.

“Nana…”

I pressed harder…

“Yes?”

“Why do you have a bottle of olive oil stashed here?”

She looked down… I forced her head up with my hand under her chin. Choked her a little more.

“Because… I want… your penis…”

I choked her hard. Her hands grabbed mine, her mouth open, gasping for air.