Sugar Cube Ch. 03

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This is just a flash story. Not to be taken too seriously.

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Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacking her eyes, her sinuses, even her breathing.

Yes, they had pollen in Oldenburg, Arkansas, but they did not have the humidity coupled with it.

She saw an older man, probably in his late forties, early fifties working in his garden. The blonde girl stopped and admired the man's flowers, even as her eyes watered and her nose ran.

"Look a little affected, you do," the man smiled.

The man had an odd accent and Margot smiled, trying to guess where the man might be from.

"Like the flowers, do you?" the man asked and Margot nodded her head in agreement.

"Well, come on, let me introduce you," the man said.

Margot walked up and the man pointed out the various flowers and then smiled as Margot again wiped at her eyes.

"Need you an antihistamine," the man said. "Probably a decongestant too, yeah?"

"Yeah; but took the last one this morning," Margot remembered.

"Ah, well, got a few; come in," the man said and got to his feet.

When he stood up, Margot could see that the man was nearly a foot taller than she and Margot stood at five feet, six inches.

"Oh, and my name's Ethan Mollenkay," the man said, offering a hand. "Come on in; I'll get you a good one. Clear you right up. Only way I could work out here."

"Where are you from?" Margot blurted out as she followed Ethan into the small house.

"Tremblink, little burg of Poland," Ethan smiled, not offended by Margot's direct question. "Moved here ten years ago; trying so hard get rid of the accent. Not working, yeah?"

"Yeah," Margot agreed, looking around the small room.

It was a small living room, tastefully decorated with comfortable looking furniture.

"Get you glass of fruit punch," Ethan sang out. "My first day in America? Drank some, said 'I don't know what fruit this is but I love it!' and that's all I drink. Don't even like the coffee, just fruit punch."

"That's fine," Margot called back.

"Good, good, here, just one pill; take two? You'll not be able to sleep tonight," Ethan said, returning with a small glass of red liquid and a pill.

"What is it?" Margot asked, squinting through her watery eyes to read the pill's markings.

"Mother sends me stuff all the time from Poland," Ethan smiled as Margot shrugged and popped the pill into her mouth.

She drained her glass and thanked Mr. Mollenkay.

"No, no, we friends, you call me Ethan and I call you Margot, okay?" Ethan smiled and gestured toward the couch.

Margot sat down. The couch seemed fairly new. It did not sag in one direction, did not have a musty mildewed smell to it.

"You are student at that school over there?" Ethan asked, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"Yes sir, fixing to graduate," Margot agreed. "So what you do?"

"Me? I do nothing," Ethan smiled widely. "See, in Tremblink? I married Elena Mollenkay, the big movie maker. Terrible movies too. All about girls with big breasts getting killed, so much blood. Finally I say 'I want divorce' and she says okay and I move here. Divorce give me so much money, why work?"

Margot saw a magazine on the coffee table and turned to look at it. Her light blonde eyebrows shot up when she recognized that it was an issue of Parasols magazine, an adult magazine that primarily featured nude women.

"I'll be back; need to pee," Ethan announced and left the room.

Margot looked at the cover of the Parasols magazine. It showed a blonde woman with bright red lips, holding an open umbrella in front of herself. The bright red umbrella covered the model from just below her pubic mound to just above her nipples.

Ethan returned just as Margot was reaching out to flip the magazine open.

"Um, why you have this?" she asked.

"Hmm? The magazine?" Ethan asked, again sitting on the couch. "I like the pictures; such beautiful women. Sugar cubes, all of them. You know what you do with sugar cubes?"

"Uh, no, I mean, you put them in coffee, I know that," Margot stammered, looking at the cover of the magazine again.

"You pop sugar cubes in your mouth and just let them melt," Ethan chortled happily.

Margot looked over at the man.

"And you are sugar cube. I see you walking to school in those jeans and I say oh I would love to eat her up, pop her in my mouth and let her just melt," Ethan admitted.

"Wait, what?" Margot asked, surprised.

"Because she was chubby, she did not see herself as a 'sugar cube' at all. The three dates she'd had since arriving in Bender, Louisiana, she'd only had because she let the two eighteen year old boys and one twenty three year old man fuck her.

"Oh, and now you want to leave, yeah?" Ethan asked, studying Margot's face. "Because I am dirty old man?"

"I uh, no, but uh," Margot stammered.

"Or maybe you stay and I show you?" Ethan asked hopefully.

"Show me what?" Margot asked stupidly.

Ethan leaned over and kissed Margot on her stunned lips.

"Hey, I uh..." Margot said, and then Ethan kissed her again.

At first Margot was too stunned to really respond. Ethan's tongue was entering her mouth; Ethan's right hand was squeezing Margot's breasts while Ethan's left hand was squeezing her pudgy buttocks through her too tight jeans.

She reached up a hand to push Ethan away but found herself rubbing his muscular chest through his tight tee shirt.

"Oh, you are delicious," Ethan murmured and toyed with a button on Margot's blouse.

Sex with Margot had always been a means to an end. She didn't want to sit at home, listen to her step-father and her mother fight, or have sex, or fight and have sex. So, to get out of the house she put out.

Yes, sex was pleasurable, but if the next guy said he didn't want her to suck his cock, she wouldn't miss it. If the next guy said he didn't want to fuck her, she wouldn't miss it.

So, she let Ethan slowly unbutton her blouse, remove her blouse and bra.

"Now, I pop you in my mouth, let you melt," Ethan chuckled.

The sexual encounters Margot had endured had grabbed and squeezed her breasts. Ethan licked, nibbled, stroked and kissed Margot's breasts until she was nearly vibrating with desire.

"You virgin?" Ethan asked as he unsnapped Margot's jeans.

"Not hardly," Margot snorted.

"Good, good, no cherry," Ethan agreed as he stripped out of tee shirt and nylon shorts.

Margot blinked; Ethan was completely hairless. He was also lightly tanned and muscular. Not bulging with muscles, but kept himself fit.

And his erect cock was fat, long, and uncircumcised.

He pulled Margot's jeans down and off, pushing Margot's flip-flops under the coffee table.

Oh, sweet, sugar cube," Ethan praised Margot's neat little triangle of blonde fur.

He then leaned Margot back until Margot's shoulders were resting against the arm of the couch.

"Pussy smells so good," Ethan praised, sniffing Margot's wet pussy.

Then he licked up and down the puffy slit. Again, Margot squirmed; the man's mouth was driving her crazy.

Ethan then used his thumbs to pry Margot's tight little slit open. His tongue delved into Margot's pussy, tasting the girl's sweetness.

Margot cried out when Ethan finally reached her clitoris and drove two fingers into Margot, fucking her pussy while he sucked and licked Margot's juices.

He sucked and fingered Margot to three orgasms, then nibbled on Margot's pudgy belly, making Margot laugh.

Then he was sliding his cock into her and Margo groaned in pleasure.

Ethan must have been extremely excited; he stroked only a few times, then grunted some obscenities and blasted a stream of semen into Margot's pussy.

A clock chimed and Ethan suddenly said he needed to get ready and urged Margot to dress and leave. He didn't say what he needed to get ready for, just urged Margot to hurry.

The next day, Dwight, one of the boys she'd dated and fucked, swaggered up and asked Margot if she'd like to go out. She stared at his crotch for a long moment, then at his no longer smirking face and shook her head no.

"No thanks," Margot sneered and he slunk away.

Margot then left school and walked toward her home. The gay flowers in front of Ethan's house beckoned to her and Margot walked up the walkway.

"Hi, sugar cube," Ethan said happily when Margot knocked on the door.

"Hi," Margot smiled and Ethan pulled her into the living room.

Again, Ethan got one of his antihistamine tablets and a small fruit punch for Margot, and then they sat on the couch and kissed.

Then Ethan got them each a can of beer and they drank, talked, and kissed.

After they finished their beers, Ethan pulled Margot into his bedroom. They stripped, lay next to each other on his large bed and kissed and stroked each other.

Then he wiggled her around until her pussy was directly over his face.

She had to stretch slightly to reach his cock with her mouth. She wormed her tongue underneath his foreskin, running her tongue around and tasting his pre-seminal fluid.

She grunted in orgasm, surprised at how quickly he'd brought her to orgasm. Then she redoubled her efforts to bring him to climax.

Normally when Margot sucked cock, it was because she was on her period, or there was limited space. She did it, she did it fairly well, but she didn't enjoy it. But right now, she wanted to taste Ethan's semen, wanted to feel him filling her mouth, wanted to know that she had pleased him.

"Uh!" she grunted as he slid forward and pried her pudgy buttocks apart.

Then his tongue was lapping and sucking at her anus.

She sucked his cock in earnest and soon had her reward. His salty slimy semen was blasting into her mouth and she swallowed each drop he gave her.

"I got to tinkle," Margot suddenly announced.

"Ah, good, good, come on," Ethan said and wiggled Margot off of him.

Even though Margot could see a bathroom just off the bedroom, Ethan pulled her to the hall bathroom.

She veered toward the commode, but Ethan held her firmly and pulled her to the large cast iron tub.

"Here, I lay down; you pee on my cock, yeah?" Ethan said, cock bobbing and jerking with excitement.

"What?" Margot looked at him, unsure she'd heard him correctly.

"I get in tub, you pee on my cock," he repeated.

He lay down in the large tub , already stroking himself. She squatted over him, holding onto the rim of the deep tub. She tried valiantly to relax her bladder, and finally, just when she was about to call an end to her efforts, a spurt of urine dribbled out. Once she started, she was able to let loose with a torrent of hot, acrid pee.

She screamed when she felt his sperm jet out and splatter on her pudgy buttocks.

"Oh!" Ethan sighed happily and Margot pulled herself out of the tub.

She was dressed and gone by the time Ethan got out of the tub.

Margot did not come over for a week and Ethan had resigned himself to having to find a sugar cube on the Internet. The local university did have a web site and that web site did have a 'Personals' column but most of the women seeking Men' were looking for men around their own age, eighteen to twenty four, not a forty seven year old man.

Then Margot knocked on the door.

"Hi sugar cube!" Ethan happily greeted her.

"Hi," Margot smiled.

"Drink some beer?" Ethan suggested, already getting the cans of beer out of the refrigerator.

They did sixty nine again, and then Ethan made love to her, filling her pussy with his semen.

"I got to pee," she smiled up at him as he kissed her sweet face over and over.

It did not take as long for her to relax her bladder muscles this time but she still screamed in surprise when his hot sperm splattered on her plump buttocks.

Again, though, by the time Ethan crawled out of the tub, Margot was gone.

He smiled, though. On the couch were Margot's black panties. He brought the panties to his face and smiled wider. The crotch smelled sweet, just like Margot.

Margot's period kept her away for the next week. She wasn't sure if Ethan was kinky enough to be into menstrual sex, but Margot knew for certain she wasn't.

Graduation was only a week away when she knocked on Ethan's door.

"Oh, hi sugar cube," Ethan smiled sadly when he opened the door.

"Hi; you been crying?" Margot asked, seeing his red, puffy eyes and splotchy face.

"My mother; she is very sick, may not live," He broke down in sobs.

Margot hugged the man and held him as he cried.

"But I am glad you're here, come, come, I have something for you," Ethan said and pulled Margot into the small kitchen.

Margot could see that Ethan had been packing; there were half full boxes and flattened boxes strewn everywhere.

On the small table were some papers. Ethan pulled Margot into a chair and indicated where Margot should sign the pages.

"I'm going back to Poland; I can't take my house or my car with me so I'm giving it to you," Ethan explained.

"You're what?" Margot said, shocked.

"I cannot take house or car and it would take forever to sell them, so..." Ethan said, taking the papers from Margot.

Then he pulled her into his bedroom and made soft, tender love to her. She sucked him to a second erection and he again made soft, tender love to her.

They drank a couple of beers, both shed a few tears, and then Ethan pushed Margot out the door so he could finish packing.

Margot received title and deed, as well as the keys to house and car the day after she graduated from Northside High School. That same day, Glen, her step-father had announced that he'd been fired from King Sanitation (he gave some highly implausible reason). He and Margot's mother would be moving to his hometown of Caspar, Wyoming.

"Not me," Margot said. "I'm planning on going to U.L.D. here; I'm already enrolled for fifteen hours."

"Fine, fat ass bitch," Glen sneered. "Good luck finding a place to crash; I've already stopped payment on the rent."

"Oh, okay," Margot shrugged and grabbed some of the boxes they still had from when they'd moved into the rental house.

During the summer, Margot got a job working at A&A Soaps and lived as frugally as possible. When the fall semester at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde started up, she got two girls to move in as paying tenants. She charged them two hundred and fifty a month, which paid her utilities, insurance and taxes on the small house and almost brand new Smart Car. Her part time job with Super One Foods grocery store paid her other bills.

She continued receiving the monthly issues of Parasols magazine; Ethan must have had a yearlong subscription.

"Ew, why you get that?" Robin, one of the girls asked as she saw the magazine among the day's mail.

"All the sugar cubes in it," Margot smiled, taking the magazine into her bedroom.

In February, Margot grunted, sweated, screamed and sobbed as she gave birth to Ethan's daughter. And named the eight pound eleven ounce blonde beauty Hope Poland Murphy.

The End.