Masturbation

THE SECOND CHANCE-2: SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE

I had left Marie more than three months ago. It was clearly the biggest mistake of my young life—since I was sent back from the dead as a thirty-year-old. Eventually—a miserable wretch and desperate to see her again–I phoned from right outside her apartment. When she opened the door we stared at each other for almost a minute before she ran into my arms. We held each other so tightly for almost ten minutes and when we kissed I was positive I had made the right decision—it was the kiss of a lifetime. Marie had called my name and yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” when she answered the phone—the answers to any question I had for her. My last two questions were:
“Do you love me?”
“Oh, yes, George!”
On a roll, I played a hunch. Nervously I asked her, “Are you pregnant?”
Marie looked up at me, those marvelous violet eyes sparkling like never before. “Yes,” she whispered just before pulling me into yet another long sensational kiss.
Chapter 1
Eventually, I broke the kiss. I could have gone on forever, savoring her touch, but there were things we had to do, and there’d be plenty of time for kissing once we had returned to my home. I wanted Marie to come home with me in the worst way and she had said, “Yes!” I was thrilled but there was a lot to do and it was almost 10:30 in the morning so, if we wanted to be back at my place by this evening we had to begin soon.
Holding hands I walked Marie into her apartment, planning to organize the move, but Marie had it all under control. “I rented this apartment furnished so, other than a few personal items and the TV, it’s all staying here. I’ll need my clothes,” she started. Then, with that same evil smile forming on her face, she continued, “but, then again, maybe not! I have my pictures—they’re the only ones I have of my family—and, of course, my toys. We wouldn’t want to forget them, would we?” My grin matched hers.
Marie pulled her clothes from the closet and I carried them down to my SUV, a new BMW X5. I dropped the rear seats and then piled them in the back. Her clothes from her dresser were placed in bags—paper ones from the supermarket. Working together it took us almost two hours to get everything down, packed into the car, and the apartment cleaned.
“Do you have a car? “ I asked her. “Can you drive?”
Of course, I can drive. I have a license. Want to see it? I never needed to buy a car. Living here I’m only ten minutes from work by bus and everything I need is close by.”
“Well, you have a car now,” I told her, passing the spare keys to the Beemer into her hand.
“You mean this is mine? Can I drive now?” She was really excited, but I thought she should wait until we were on the open road before taking the wheel. I got in and we drove away.
Marie was checking out her key ring. “What are these other things?”
“The chrome-plated brass thing is to our house—it’s a special kind of key for the house and the security system both. The remote will open the gate and the garage, OK? I’ll show you how to do everything when we get there.”
“Am I going to like our house?”
“I hope so. Do you like noise or quiet and privacy?”
“I think that with you I’d like lots and lots of privacy—so we can fuck all day and go naked as much as possible. Will we be able to do that, George?”
“We’ll have plenty of privacy, Marie. I don’t think we’ll ever have to get dressed.” I pulled onto the interstate and soon we were hitting 70, heading northeast toward North Carolina and the beach. We had been driving for maybe an hour when Marie asked me, “How much did this car cost, George?”
“I don’t know, Marie—sixty-five, seventy, I think.”
“Wow,” then after a short pause she continued, “Are you really giving it to me?”
“Yes, Marie,” I replied, resting my hand reassuringly on her thigh. “I have a Ford pickup and a Porsche 911. I bought this especially for you. Don’t you like it?”
“I love it, George. It’s just that nobody ever gave me a present like this before. I’m having a hard time believing it.” Then after planting a kiss on my cheek, Marie whispered, “Thank you, George.” Even stopping for lunch we were home by six p.m. Marie drove the last hour, loving how nimble and responsive the X5’s twin turbo six was. I showed her how to open the gate and then the garage.
Hand in hand we walked into the house. Marie followed me into the bedroom. She pulled me into an embrace and a long hot kiss. Her long tongue wrapped around mine as her hands found my belt. In seconds my hard cock was out. Breaking the kiss she whispered, “Let’s take advantage of all that privacy, eh?” Then Marie literally ripped the clothes from my body before stripping herself—the shreds of my former clothes falling to the floor. She stepped out of her panties, her long slender legs, tight round ass, round firm breasts, and that delicious sweet pussy all just begging to be fucked, and pushed me back onto the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about this?” I shook my head “no,” overwhelmed with her beauty and sexiness. “Hundreds of times, at least, George–now I’m going to fuck you ‘till you drop.”
Marie fell on top of me, driving her hard nipples into my chest. She ran her wet slit up and down the sensitive underside of my erection making me harder and hotter. I had also prayed for this more times than I could count and now my dreams were coming true at last. Marie eased a bit forward, moving the head of my cock to her slit. She was oozing pussy juice at an incredible rate so when she moved back down I slid into her hot tight velvety tunnel with the greatest of ease. It was like we were made for each other! The muscles in her tight cunt gripped me like a circular vise, each squeeze delivering one incredible sensation after another.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…at…long…last,” sighed Marie. “You feel…so fucking good George—so very fucking good.”
“Yeah, well, you should feel it from my end. You feel…wonderful…fantastic…incredible. I could just remember how tight you are,” I replied breathlessly. Marie was on top so she was in control. Eyes closed, she remained remarkably still, breathing slowly, savoring the way I was filling and stretching her cunt. Slowly she began to move as her passion and her lust claimed reign over her body. Marie rocked, bending my cock within her muscular canal. I was in a playful mood so just after massaging her firm smooth breasts and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers I teased her, “I thought women always had to pee after a long ride.”
“It’s a matter of priorities, George,” Marie gasped, ” I do have to pee pretty badly, but I need to fuck you even more. I’ve peed several times already today. I haven’t made love with you for more than one hundred days.” Staring at me with those fantastic violet eyes she continued, “I haven’t had sex in all that time. I really need you now!”
“What would you have done if I hadn’t come back?”
“Do you have to ask that just now?” she grunted, “I’m almost ready to cum…and…it’s going to be a…really…OH, GOD!” She humped me hard three times grinding her clit into me with tremendous force, arched her back, threw her head up and screamed non-stop for almost a minute as her climax raced through her body like a tsunami through an oceanfront town. About half-way I felt a familiar surge up from my balls—I shot a huge river of cum into her womb. Five more times I drove deep into her as I drowned her pussy in my seed—I was still cumming like Peter North! Drained, Marie fell onto my chest as buckets of cum leaked from her pussy.
Lying on my chest as she recovered, I caressed her head, running my fingers through her long black hair. It was several minutes before Marie spoke, “George, I cried all night when you left. I will never know why I made you go.”
I gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead as I replied, “Marie, I started crying before I even left your bedroom. Maybe it was something we had to go through so we would know how much we really love each other. I don’t know why I left, but I know now that I’ll never leave you again. I love you more than anything.”
Marie raised her head and I could see that she was crying again. “Don’t worry, my darling, these are tears of joy—of elation. I’ve never been happier. I don’t care one bit for the money you won. I only want you.”
She moved back down to kiss me tenderly—lovingly. It was long and soft, and hot, but after a minute or so I broke it.
“Just exactly how badly do you have to pee? Don’t forget—I’m on the bottom here.” My smile was ear-to-ear and when Marie saw it she laughed.
“I think I’d better get up. I could stay here with you all night, but right now nature calls.”
Chapter 2
Marie returned to my side right after I heard the toilet flush. She seemed relieved (no pun intended). Marie snuggled up close, her arm over my chest, her leg over mine. I wrapped my arm around her as she laid her head on my shoulder. Her pussy was still leaking my seed. “I still can’t believe you came back for me, George, but I’m so glad you did.” I didn’t say a word; I just pulled her closer, if possible, before leaning up to pull her into a long hot kiss. Marie pushed that long tongue of hers into my mouth to wrestle with mine. Damn, this woman could kiss! We went on like that for almost twenty minutes before we broke at the same time.
“Wow,” I was breathing heavily. “Is this what I have to look forward to?” Marie gave me that evil smile in reply. We lay silently for quite a while until I heard my stomach growl. Marie laughed; I was embarrassed; Marie laughed again. She pulled me from the bed. ‘Do you have any food here?” I shook my head “no” before explaining that I ate out a lot.
Marie rose and walked around the bedroom several times before she entered the bathroom again. “I love your bathroom, George, and this shower is great. We’ll be able to shower together all the time.” She left, walking down the hall to the other rooms. I followed a few steps behind. As she checked out every room—the other bedrooms, the guest bath, the living room, kitchen, dining room, and, finally, the family room—I was checking out her fantastic ass and the cum dripping down her legs. Suddenly, she turned, placed her hands on her naked hips, and asked, “George…don’t you have ANY furniture? I’ve never seen so many empty rooms in one place in my entire life.”
I was tongue-tied, unsure what to say, so I figured the truth was the best. “I…uh…wanted to wait for you, Marie, and I was…uh…afraid you wouldn’t want me after all this time, so I didn’t know what to do. So, I didn’t do anything.” I had my head down, ashamed of my indecision, but Marie didn’t see it that way.
“George that is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. I guess if I hadn’t come with you you’d never have anything, would you?” I shook my head “no” again. “Well,” she continued with a look of determination on her face, “I am here so I guess I’d better get busy.” She rushed forward into a wonderful hug as her perfect smooth skin rubbed against mine. She ran her mound and her silky smooth pussy lips up and down my leg.
“Again?” I queried.
“Not yet, George. We can wait until later, OK? I’m kind of hungry, too and if I have to listen to that stomach much longer…. I think we should get dressed, don’t you?” We dressed and in five minutes Marie was driving us to a nearby Italian restaurant in her new SUV. We ordered a large sausage pizza to go, and while she was waiting for it I bought some Pepsi 2-liters at a neighboring market. I got back just as she was walking out with our pie. It was only a few moments later that we were back home again. We sat in front of the TV as we ate and drank our fill although we paid more attention to each other than to what was on the screen. I was just about to stretch out when I felt a tug at my elbow. “It’s later now, isn’t it, George?” Marie all but pulled me into the bedroom for an encore. I was barely there a few seconds when Marie suddenly dropped my shorts and boxers in a single motion. She removed my feet from my shoes and socks while she pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me back onto the bed. “Now, stay there, George! No moving, OK?” I nodded while she stripped before joining me on the bed. I reached out to massage her velvety smooth breasts, but Marie pushed my hands away as she moved down between my legs. “This one’s for you, George. I have something special in mind for you so lie back and enjoy it. You can pay me back later!”
Starting just above my asshole Marie licked up my balls to the underside of my stiff cock, over the top and down the other side; then she reversed, going back the other way. I groaned non-stop at what she was doing to me. When she came back to my helmet she swallowed me in a single gulp, taking all eight-plus inches into her mouth and throat. She didn’t stop until she was kissing my pubic hair. Using her mouth she fucked me hard, sucking and licking with that incredible tongue of hers. “Ohhhhh…Ma…rie,” I groaned after several minutes of this sweet torment. ”I’m getting close; I’m cumming.” I thought she would swallow as she had in the past, but at the last instant she pulled back, jerking me tightly with her surprisingly strong hand. My first rope of creamy cum shot more than two feet into the air before finding its way to my chest. Five more times I shot a thick arc of cum that landed on my stomach, abdomen, thighs, or chest. I was a mess by the time my orgasm had ebbed—my torso looked as though it had been covered with white frosting, like a toaster strudel, or a pop-tart.
Marie batted her eyes coyly. “Oh…George…I’ve been so naughty; just look what I’ve done. I think I should clean up this mess, don’t you? Maybe you should punish me if I don’t do a good job—a good spanking, perhaps.” She batted those long lashes at me, her violet eyes dancing. She stuck her tongue out and licked and licked and licked. She began on my thighs and moved her way north. When she had cleaned my legs and torso she turned her attentions to my withering cock. Using her tongue again she licked all around my helmet and, once she was sure it was spotless, she moved down to the shaft. Just to make sure she sucked me deep into her mouth. I say deep because by now all her attentions had made me hard again. Marie rubbed my ball sack while she slowly stroked my organ.
I was in ecstasy, but I had a job to do. I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. I levered her long legs onto my shoulders as I leaned forward, pushing her ankles behind her head. My cock was poised just above Marie’s slit. I reached down, rubbing it into her, moistening it with her natural lubricant. It was only a second later that I eased into her satiny smooth tunnel. Marie moaned in her rapture as I pounded her pussy, driving my cock deep into her love canal, rubbing her G-spot going in and out, as I bottomed out on every stroke against her cervix. I was afraid of hurting Marie until she begged me, “Harder, George. Fuck me harder, please. I love it hard.” I pulled out until only my helmet was within her before driving into her. Again and again I rammed home, forcing my cock into that delicate rough spot just inside her tight pussy. I tweaked her nipples and massaged her mammoth firm breasts until Marie could take no more. She drove her hips up to meet me when her first spasm hit. She twitched and shook as her orgasm took over her body. On and on she went—one convulsion after another—until, finally, it passed. Marie was bathed in sweat; it pooled between her magnificent breasts. Marie panted and panted as she came down from her ordeal. I released her legs; she wrapped them around my waist; I fell to lie atop her chest as I engaged her in a long deep kiss.
“I want you to cum, George. Use me to cum. Make me your cum bucket, George. Drown my pussy in your cum.” On and on Marie encouraged me. First with her words, then with her body, she drove me to an incredible orgasm. Using her legs as levers, Marie pulled her hips up with my every thrust, creating the friction I would need to reach my orgasm. Faster and faster she moved with me until I was there. “Put it into my mouth, George; I want to feel your hot cum explode into my mouth.” She released her legs; I pulled out, moved forward, and shoved my slimy cock into her mouth. She swallowed my rod, tasting herself, just as I blasted my first river of baby cream into her throat. Marie jerked me with her long strong tongue as I shot repeatedly into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with my deposits, but, in the end, she swallowed every single drop. I fell beside her, pulling her into a hug and a long tender kiss.
I was thinking as we rested, loving the touch of her sensational skin against mine. “You know, Marie,” I began, “there’s a lot we don’t know about each other. I’ve told you everything I know, and it’s not much. It’s not going to make any difference to me, but I realized that I don’t even know your last name, or your birthday, or a lot of other things about you—like where you grew up, where you went to school….” I would have continued, but Marie shushed me by putting her finger to my lips.
“George, you obviously weren’t paying much attention to my name badge when you claimed your prize.”
“No,“ I responded with a smile, “I was checking out your hot body. Why?”
“Well, for one thing you would have seen that my name is Marie…Shaw—the same last name you have. I grew up right there in Columbia. I’m a home-grown South Carolina girl, although I had to take a lot of flak for leaving Columbia, the home of USC, to attend Clemson. I majored in business admin. I was born on June 25, 1986. I’m 25—almost 26. You know I have a sister—she’s four years older, married to an accountant, with two girls, so I’m an aunt. We’ve never been close; I told you she was in California—in Modesto. I went there once. I hated it, so I came back here to Columbia and I’m very happy I did. Otherwise, I would never have met you, George. Oh, one more thing, George—I’m a big Atlanta Braves fan.” I kissed her cheek, pulled up the blanket, and prepared for our first night together in our house.
Just before falling asleep I whispered, “I’m a big Yankees fan.” Now how did I remember that?
Chapter 3
We woke the following morning when the sun shone brightly into the bedroom. In our haste to make love we had completely forgotten to draw the drapes across the glass wall leading to our screened porch, the back yard, and the marsh beyond. Still spooning together, my arms around Marie, my hands caressing her hardening nipples and her satiny smooth breasts, Marie turned for a wake-up kiss. I protested mildly, claiming “morning breath,” but Marie was not to be deterred. She gripped my head, locked her fingers into my hair, pressed her lips to mine, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. There was no way to resist; I rolled her over to face me—to once again have those glorious breasts pressing against me, to feel that gooey sticky cunt against my thigh.
We kissed nonstop for almost fifteen minutes when I had to break it. “I gotta go,” I whispered into her ear. “Me, too,” Marie responded with a smile on her face. I pulled her from the bed and, being a gentleman, allowed her to use the toilet first. When I left the commode room I led Marie to the shower. This was something I loved about the house. The shower is 6 by 8 tiled on the walls, ceiling, and floor with an open doorway at one end. There are spray heads overhead on either side of a small opening skylight, at chest level, and again at leg level—fourteen in all. I set the thermostatic control by the doorway and a moment later we stepped into the hot spray. I pulled Marie into an embrace while the hot water ran over our bodies. We laughed as we rubbed our slippery skin against skin. I grabbed a bar of soap, turned Marie around and began to wash her back. Moving down I massaged her sensational butt, tickling her when I pushed my soapy finger up and down her crack. She stopped laughing when I gently slipped a soapy finger into her butt. “Ohhhh, George that feels so good. I love it when you do that to me.” She was getting pretty excited which was good, but, being pregnant, I didn’t want her to fall which would have been bad, so I stopped. She gave me a quizzical look, but nodded her understanding once I had explained. I kissed her tummy lovingly—the health of our child was much more important than fooling around–as we got back to the business of washing each other. Once I had cleaned her—the first time I had ever washed a beautiful hot pussy, Marie took over and washed me. I felt she took an awful long time washing my cock and balls, but I’d never complain.
I carefully led her back into the bathroom, making her stand on the rug while I lovingly dried her fantastic body. Once dry she wrapped a towel around her hair and pulled another from the rack to dry me. Still naked we walked to the living room, through the French doors to the screen porch, and sat taking in the beauty of the marsh and the dunes beyond. “Is that your dock?” Marie asked.
“Yes, it runs all the way into the ICW—the Intracoastal Waterway—and I have two boats out there in addition to a covered area where we can fish or just sit and enjoy the sunset.”
“Can we swim there, George?”
“Well, we probably could but I don’t recommend it. There can be a really fast current when the tide starts to ebb. A swimmer could wind up a mile away in no time at all, plus I hear there’s all kinds of debris on the bottom. I think it’s too dangerous, but we can go to lots of beaches, either in the SUV or boat.”
“Can we go out there now, George? I started to say, “Sure,” when I realized that we were still naked. We could easily be seen from a passing boat, or even by my neighbors. When I looked at Marie I could see she was thinking as I was—all her stuff was still in the X5. We began laughing at the very same instant. I gave her a quick peck as we walked into the garage to retrieve her clothes. Carrying them in I showed Marie “her closet”—a spacious walk-in with more than twenty feet of hanger space along three walls and shelves, drawers, and shoe racks along the other. Marie took one look and stood there in awe. “Uh, George, where are your clothes? Is all this just for me?”
I hung up the clothes I had carried in and showed her my closet a few feet away. Mine was by far the smaller and when Marie saw it she had to pull me in for another sensational kiss. I let her put her stuff away while I did the grunt work, knowing that she’d probably rearrange everything several times, at least. We put on shorts, tees, and sandals and walked hand-in-hand through the yard and out along the dock. We sat on the bench and talked—real stuff, not love or sex stuff. We agreed that Marie would hire a decorator to furnish most of our rooms; we would work on our baby’s room ourselves. That was a joy we wanted to share. I also insisted that she see a top-notch OB/GYN; I’d get some recommendations from the neighbor wives—one of whom had three teenage daughters. I knew there would be lots of questions about Marie, but I had thought all this out before I had brought her home.
We spent almost three hours there before we decided to take the Robalo—an 18-foot center console– for a ride. I returned to the house, filled a cooler with sodas—no alcohol for my pregnant lover—sandwiches, and snacks. I lowered the boat into the water. Having hydraulic hoists installed had been a great idea. The boats were kept out of the water where they couldn’t be damaged by wakes from boats—some of them quite large– that sped by. I carefully handed Marie into the seat next to the helm. I was going to ask her how well she could swim, but instead I just handed her a PFD. She gave me a questioning look until I explained that our safety was a primary concern and there was always the chance of an accident. Just the previous week, I explained, a boater had struck a submerged log and been thrown from his boat. Even if she could swim I’d want her to wear a personal flotation device, just like the one I would wear. Fortunately, I had bought several that inflated automatically when they got wet. They were cooler and much more comfortable than the typical bulky life preserver. I cranked the engine and it started immediately. I stood at the helm while we cruised down the ICW at more than 30 miles per hour. The wind wrapped around the windshield, whipping Marie’s hair as she laughed from the exhilarating feeling. It took us about fifteen minutes to reach the inlet and another ten to reach Bird Island, not really an island any more, just the southern end of Sunset Beach which really is an island. I double anchored–one on shore, the other fifty feet out and let the boat drift on the current.
Cooler in one hand I took Marie by the other, and we went exploring. We walked barefoot through the shallow water at the shore from the inlet side out to the deserted ocean beach where we sat alone, ate our lunch and relaxed. I was lying back, digesting my sandwich, and taking in the sun when something blotted out the light. I looked up into Marie’s beautiful face. I grinned as I pulled her down for a fantastic kiss. Her long strong tongue explored my mouth as mine explored hers. I sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth. I felt rather than heard Marie groan as I slid my hands under her top. I was surprised, but pleased, to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved around to cup each breast, loving the firmness and weight. My hands adored the satiny smooth feel of her skin as I massaged each globe, teasing her areolas and nipples. Marie broke the kiss, pulled back looking at me lustfully.
She wanted me and wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. Seconds later my hard cock was in her hand as she stroked me slowly, just enough to drive me wild with desire. She lifted her hips to pull down her shorts and panties. I could see the tiny droplets of pussy juice glistening on her labia. Marie grabbed my cock again, brought the tip to her cunt and sat down, engulfing me in that torrid tunnel. Marie closed her eyes, held her breath, and arched her back. “Oh, George, I can’t believe how good you feel inside me. I love the way you fill me up.” She leaned down to show her appreciation; she pressed her lips against mine, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I massaged her breasts again, pinching her nipples. Soon she was so hot she had to move on my cock—so hot she craved release. Marie rocked like a woman possessed. Faster and faster; harder and harder she rammed her hot hard clit into me. Marie was breathing hard, panting from her exertions, so much did she want and need this orgasm. Marie was getting closer; so was I. I could see her eyes glass over. She was in another place mentally and physically. Her whole being was into the sex and the rising sensations of her orgasm. Suddenly the rocking—the gyrations—stopped. Marie’s breathing quieted. It was the lull before the storm. Just as suddenly she started to shake, small tremors at first, but growing with every second. Marie opened her mouth for a silent scream, remembering at the last instant that we were only yards from a public beach as her climax hit her hard. She convulsed repeatedly for almost a minute, shaking uncontrollably. She collapsed onto my body exhausted.
We lay there for almost thirty minutes while Marie recovered, my hard cock still slithering in and out of her pussy slowly. Eventually, she was able to dress and we walked back to the boat hand-in-hand. Minutes later we were on our way back through the inlet to our home.
Chapter 4
Ever look at something without actually seeing it, without recognizing it for what it really was? It came to me on about the fourth or fifth time that someone was sending me signals. The first time was when Marie and I went to the Hope School to make my donation. It was a cloudy day, but when we walked out of the school I noticed the clouds part, the sun shining down upon us. The second time was when I left Marie’s apartment. There was supposed to be a full moon, or close to it. Walking to my car I saw the clouds form in a cloudless sky and cover the moon. The next day clouds covered the sun all during my drive home—no matter which direction I drove in those clouds followed me. When I walked out with Marie en route to our home the clouds had parted and they had stayed away for the entire weekend. That’s when I knew that God was sending me a message—Marie and I were meant to be together. Someone much more powerful than me was controlling my destiny. I don’t know why I would be surprised; my entire life—my second chance at love and happiness—was due to divine intervention.
I couldn’t remember whether I was religious or not in my prior life, but after all that had happened to me so far in this one I knew that I definitely believed in a higher power. I resolved to live my life the right way—taking the absolute best care of Marie and our family.
Marie amazed me almost every day. She learned all the technological concepts dealing with our house, the security system, and her car in less than a week. She hired a decorator and coordinated all the work of buying furniture, carpets, and all the things that go into making a house a home. She employed a cleaning company, did our laundry, bought and cooked our food, and still found time to look beautiful and sexy every minute. The sex continued as it had been that first time together. We fucked and sucked each other several times every single day.
Marie also showed me her determination and perserverance in several ways. One night we had been too tired for sex so I went to bed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, my usual sleepwear prior to bringing Marie home with me. She climbed into bed with me, spooning in front. “Uh, what’s this I’m feeling with my butt?”
“Well,” I replied, “since we didn’t have sex tonight I thought I’d wear pajamas—my version of pajamas, anyway.”
“George, just because we didn’t have sex doesn’t mean we won’t, does it? If I reach out for you during the night what am I going to touch—you or some stupid cloth?” I got the hint, rose from the bed, and stripped quickly. Marie rewarded me by gently stroking my cock.
“Much better, George,” she whispered just before falling asleep, my cock still in her hand, “…much better.” She spooned against me and, just before we were ready for sleep she spread her butt cheeks apart and pulled my cock into the space. “If it’s still there in the morning I may have something special for you.”
“Unfortunately, it’ll almost certainly go soft by then and we’ll wind up on opposite sides of the bed,” I whispered as I wrapped my arm around her, just below her breasts. Marie immediately moved my hand—onto the breast and touching her nipple. “Now, that IS much better, George.” We fell promptly asleep.
I woke the following morning to a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a pair of beautiful violet eyes. “Guess where your cock was this morning? I’ll give you a hint—it was nice and hard and right where I wanted it to be. I think I owe you something.” With that she kissed me, her tongue exploring every part of my mouth. I had realized early in our relationship that even the worst morning breath was no deterrent to Marie so I moved into the kiss eagerly. Suddenly, Marie broke the kiss and pulled away, leaning toward her night stand. She returned a moment later with a bottle of lube. “I’ll do you. You get me ready, OK?”
She squeezed a big dollop on her hand and slathered it all over my cock. Then she turned away, presenting her rosebud for my attention. I lubed a finger, pressing it into her. A second followed a minute later. In another minute Marie had three fingers probing her butt. “I think I’m ready, George. Put it in me…please. Please, George…I need you now!” I rose and positioned behind her sphincter. I aimed for the small hole I knew would be there and pushed. Slowly and steadily I gained entrance—“popping” as my helmet passed the sphincter. Marie turned and nodded. She mouthed the words, “Hard—do me hard.” I reared back and drove deep into her bowel. Over and over I punched into her and when I reached under to tease her clit I thought Marie would jump through the ceiling. I rubbed in tiny circles as Marie pushed back, shuddered repeatedly, and fell forward, my cock ready to explode in her butt. Marie was completely drained but still she encouraged me to cum and I didn’t need much. She reached back to massage my balls. A gentle squeeze of her hand and butt sent me over the top. Hot white semen poured into her ass. It was over all too soon; I fell on top of Marie. Afraid of hurting her I started to slide off, but she stopped me, “Don’t you dare! I’m not made of glass, you know. Stay where you are. I love having you on top of me.”
Another example occurred one evening when I told her I wanted to watch a Yankee game on TV so she shooed me out of the kitchen right after dinner, explaining that she’d handle the clean-up on her own. She joined me about a half hour later, fresh from the shower, and wearing only her robe. Sitting on the other end of the couch she wriggled her feet in my crotch. When I glanced her way her neatly trimmed pussy glistened between her legs. I returned my attention to baseball but Marie wasn’t having any of it. She stood on the couch right in front of me, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. I couldn’t miss her intoxicating aroma; I couldn’t resist just a taste. And that was it for the ballgame! One lick led to a slurp and one slurp led to another—and another and another. In seconds I was attacking that hot wet pussy with a passion. I would have licked her to an orgasm eagerly, but, to my surprise, Marie stopped me, flipped over, her head at my zipper. She turned to me for only a second, “Please hold me, George, so I can open this.” I held her hips while she exposed my cock. I got hard so fast it was throbbing with my pulse at almost a hundred beats a minute.
She held herself with her arms as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I attacked her cunt which was seeping juice now. Marie used her tongue to great advantage; running it around my helmet was driving me crazy with want and need. When she tickled my pee hole I was done—hot creamy semen erupted into her mouth. Over and over in a seemingly never ending river cum poured into her mouth and throat. Meanwhile I laid siege to her clit with my tongue and teeth. I sucked it between my teeth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue—it ignited an explosion within her body. Marie shook and trembled in my arms as she came repeatedly. I continued to suck as long as she continued to shake and I sucked for several minutes, at least.
Eventually Marie groaned, “Enough, George. Please stop. You’ll kill me with pleasure if you go on.” I released her clit, pulled her up, and took her into a long loving embrace. We rose some time later and headed for the shower. We were enjoying the hot water when I told her I had to pee. She grabbed my cock before I could turn to leave. Marie kneeled, directing my stream to her breasts. She rubbed the hot pungent liquid over her chest. When I was done she told me, “My turn, George.” I wasn’t crazy about it either way, but fair is fair. I kneeled to allow Marie to tinkle on my shoulder. Her pee ran down my chest and back. I had to admit her heat was pleasurable, but it wasn’t something I’d want to do every day. When Marie wanted something, she really, really wanted it. That was the kind of determination I would always admire.
Chapter 6
As I had promised I did speak to our neighbors about finding Marie a top doctor. It took several weeks to get an appointment and we only got that because Marie was now four months pregnant. Of course, I took Marie, feeling uneasy as almost the only male in a waiting room full of women, many very obviously pregnant. I was sure that Marie sensed my uneasiness; she squeezed my hand, pulled me close, and promised me many wonderful things once we got home as she kissed my cheek. Of course, there was paperwork to be completed—Marie’s name, mine, our address, insurance information, medications she was taking (none, thank God), and a whole host of other questions I considered mostly irrelevant.
Eventually, after almost an hour’s wait we went in to see the doctor—or so I thought. We saw a nurse who weighed Marie, took her blood pressure, pulse, and temperature, and had her change into one of those horrible hospital gowns. I helped her fasten those unreachable ties—didn’t these people ever hear about Velcro? We laughed when she asked if we knew the date of conception—“January 8 or 9,” we responded simultaneously. When the doctor finally arrived she went through the same questions that were on the form we had completed for what seemed an eternity before the exam finally started. In time we got to the ultrasound—the chance to actually see our growing child.
“What are you hoping for, Mrs. Shaw?” the doctor asked, making the obvious mistake since we had the same surname.
“I think I’d like to have a boy,” Marie responded as she smiled at me, surprising me because while we had not discussed this I assumed she’d want a girl.
“And you, Mr. Shaw?
I hesitated only a second before answering, “No doubt about it, I want a daughter!” Dr. Jonnson moved the device over Marie’s abdomen going, “Hmmmm…hmmm” several times. I thought it was like looking at ink blots or an old black and white TV with barely working rabbit ears as an antenna. When she rotated the screen to us she turned to me. “Well, Mr. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish.” I was beaming until she continued, “And, Mrs. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish, too. You’re going to have fraternal twins.” That’s when the room started swimming and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes I was lying on the floor, my head in Marie’s naked lap. She was stroking my face; I could see the concern etched on her face as the doctor waved smelling salts under my nose. I was still groggy as they helped me to a chair and the nurse brought me a cup of water. “Did I hear…?” I asked. “Did you say…twins?” I looked at Marie and she was nodding happily. I was still unsteady as I walked from the office.
“George,” Marie asked once she was again behind the wheel of her X5, “did you hear my last question to Dr. Jonnson?”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t think so. I asked her how long we’d be able to have vaginal sex. She said it will depend on how the pregnancy goes, but as long as I don’t have any pain we can go almost until I’m ready to give birth. Isn’t that great? We can continue to fuck as often as we want, and I can always take care of you with my mouth, or ass, or even my hands, if necessary.”
“Marie, have I told you lately how much I love you? Here you are having twins and all you’re concerned about is taking care of me. I’m so lucky to have you. I feel like celebrating; let’s go out to lunch.”
“Well, George, I feel like celebrating, too, that’s why we’re headed home.” When I looked at her she had that fabulously evil smile on her face. Thirty minutes later we were pulling into the garage. Marie led me into the house and then to the bedroom. “George, you were so cute when you fainted. I wasn’t too worried until you fell and hit your head. Are you OK now?”
“Yes,” I replied with a grin of my own, “but I think I’d better lie down and get out of these tight clothes.” I took off my loose golf shirt and my baggy shorts to lie naked on the bed. I extended a hand to Marie. That was all it took. She had most of her clothes off by the time she reached me. In bra and panties she joined me on the bed. I pulled her into a long deep kiss as I ran my fingers through her long black hair. I broke the kiss and moved my attentions to her long graceful neck, and then to her shoulders, and then to her breasts. Like the rank amateur I was I struggled to remove her bra until Marie took pity on me, shrugging it off with a giggle in only a second. I took one of her hard hot nipples into my mouth. “I’m already envious of our children,” I whispered. “I’m going to miss suckling you.”
“I’m going to miss you doing it, too, but I’m sure you can find something else to suck. You can, can’t you?
“I think I’m headed there right now,” I told her as I moved farther down her body. I slipped her panties from her legs and found my objective—her delicious moist pussy. I moved between her long strong legs to stroke her silky thighs. I inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent until I leaned forward to run my tongue up one side of her labia and down the other. Marie moaned and gasped repeatedly under my ministrations. Changing tactics I moved my tongue to the center of her slit to drink the pussy juice from her fountain. Over and over I slurped up her fluids. Moving up I teased her clit. It was hard as a pebble and oh so hot. I nibbled and sucked it between my teeth bringing Marie to a long and strong orgasm.
“Come up here and kiss me,” she ordered. I obeyed instantly. She kissed and licked herself from my sodden face. “George,” she cooed, “that was great but right now I need you to stick that great big cock into my tiny tight pussy. Lie on your back so I can climb on top of you. I did, and she did. Very slowly she lowered herself onto my erection. When she bottomed out she leaned forward, stopping inches above my face. Looking straight into my eyes she told me how much she loved me, and then she showed it by fucking me for more than an hour. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock as she milked me over and over. All told, I came five times—once for every one she gave herself.
“Enough, Marie, I love you and I love making love with you, but you’re going to kill me. I’d like to live long enough to see our children.” Marie stopped moving on my cock, but not removing it from her pussy as she laid her head on my shoulder. Not surprisingly, we fell asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 7
We had a lot of re-planning to do. One of the problems with twins is that when one wakes up he/she wakes up the other. Should we have them in separate rooms, or together in one? Should we keep our carriage and get another like it, or get a tandem? We would need another crib and all the supplies that go with it. How many additional blankets and outfits would we need? Oh—the joy of having twins! It turned out that I worried too much. Marie took all this in stride and in only a week or so she had it all straightened out.
Meanwhile I was making plans of my own. I took Marie with me when I went to get fitted for new golf clubs. She told me that she had never played, but she had been a successful softball and volleyball player in high school and she was incredibly coordinated and limber so I thought she might enjoy learning the game. Besides, it would give me the opportunity to show off my lover. I’d seen plenty of men’s eyes follow her at restaurants and shows. I loved being seen with Marie almost as much as I loved her, and that was with all my heart. I knew I’d never have anything to be jealous of. Marie loved me as much as I loved her—probably more!
Marie had once told me that she didn’t care about the money I had won and when I showed her credit cards in her name she proved it. She could have spent thousands on clothes, cosmetics, perfume—whatever she wanted. She used the cards to buy groceries, gas for the X5, and supplies for the babies—nothing for herself, even though she obviously was going to need almost a whole new wardrobe. If I hadn’t taken her shopping for these things I think she would have gone naked all the time. I loved seeing her body, especially her swelling belly, but there were times we had to go out in public. One of the things I insisted she buy was a swimsuit. We lived near the beach and I wanted to take advantage as often as possible.
In mid-May I suggested we plan to go to the local beach for the Memorial Day weekend—the official start of the season. Marie asked to wait to see how the weather would be. On Saturday morning I packed the car even though the skies were overcast. Marie balked until I told her I was pretty sure it would clear up after we got there. “That’s not what the weatherman says,” Marie countered.
“I have my own weatherman,” I told her, “and my weatherman reports to a higher authority!” Marie rolled her eyes, but nodded saying, “I can always read a book on my Kindle, George. If you really want to go it’s OK with me.”
We left for the municipal beach around 10:30, arriving about fifteen minutes later. The municipal lot was jammed so I went next door to the fishing pier, paying $10 for the privilege of using their lot. I carried our stuff over the dunes searching for an open spot. We eventually found one in front of a large group of women in their 30’s and 40’s. Golf widows, I guessed. Once I had set up the umbrella and chairs Marie applied lotion to my body and then invited me to do the same to her. Just touching her sensuous skin was usually enough to give me a raging erection and today was no exception. Marie laughed when she saw the tent in my suit. “Oh, George, if we were home I could do something about that. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait until we get back there.”
“You’re well worth the wait, Marie. Now, at least, I have something to look forward to, don’t I?” I kissed her and we sat back to enjoy the day. We were relaxing and reading when Marie asked me, “What’s that, George?” pointing to a small plane pulling a large banner.
“Oh, that’s how a lot of restaurants and tourist attractions advertise around here. I remember that, don’t ask me how, from my prior life—you know, when I visited the area.” We sat in silence at the plane passed us, towing a banner for the Ripley’s Aquarium in Myrtle Beach. We went back to our reading until maybe a half hour later. “Here comes another one, Marie. I can’t quite make out what it says. Can you read it?”
Marie leaned forward, placing her Kindle into her bag. She stared at the banner for almost thirty seconds then she looked at me. She returned to the banner that everyone could clearly see read “MARIE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?” and when she turned to me again I was on one knee. “Well, Marie, am I going to have to ask you twice?” I could see tears come to her eyes.
“No, George, I mean yes. Oh, you know what I mean.” Marie dug her long slender fingers into my hair and pulled me into a long kiss as the women behind us started to cheer and applaud. It was at that exact moment that the clouds disappeared, bathing the beach in bright sunlight. We both noticed it and nodded at each other. Our marriage would be blessed in Heaven!
When Marie broke the kiss I dug into my pocket, retrieving a blue velvet-covered box. I pulled out a ring, her ring—a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. I don’t know whose hand was shaking more—hers or mine—as I slowly slipped it onto her finger. “I hope you like it Marie. If you don’t I can get you another.”
“Don’t you dare, George Shaw; I love it and I love you.” The ring was just the right size, thanks to one I had recently “borrowed” for the jeweler. Of course, our new fan club had to see it, kiss Marie, and congratulate me. Being women they had immediately recognized that Marie was pregnant, but were thrilled when they learned she would have twins. Marie just had to tell them how I had fainted in the doctor’s office when I got the news—they laughed; I turned red until Marie leaned over to give me another sweet kiss.
On Tuesday morning we went to the town hall for our license and, after lunch, we returned to be married. It was by far the happiest day of my young life.

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We Shared Her Dad

We Shared her Dad
….“I’m stealing your dad, Tiffany!.“
“No way Mel,… I’ll share, but you can’t keep him.”
….we laughed at our words. You can’t steal some other girls dad…but can you share? Tiff and I really didn’t give a damn about rules.
…I’m Melony or ‘Mel’ as I’m called by everyone. I have no dad at all. I was the product of a drunk party my mom went to and doesn’t even remember who all she had sex with, that night. She was young, but she’s turned out to be a super mom. Now for a dad. What’s a dad?….. like my girlfriends have? Tiff’s dad is the kind of dad I want. I’ve watched him around his daughter and he’s so cool. His name is Kurt.
… His daughter Tiffany, or ‘Tiff’ as we all call her, takes him for granted as he always gives her advice and attention. I stand back and just watch, but I envy her so much. At first, it was just a crush I had on him, but now it’s gotten to where I want kidnap him and keep him locked in my room. I had a plan to have him for my dad too….
Kurt…..
….I was raising a ‘coming of age’ daughter. She was at that ‘boy crazy’ time and she and the neighbor girl Melony were driving me crazy. They had another sleepovers here and my daughter Tiffany was always wanting to get my attention.
….She burst into my bedroom that Saturday morning and attack me with her tickle fest on dad. Melony stood against the wall and looked in envy, as she had no dad. I yelled for Tiff to get off me and let me sleep as I giggled with her. I had never touched Tiff but she wanted my sexual attention all the time. I had warned her before not to grab my morning wood, but she paid no attention to me. She made a grab for it as I fought her off. I said to Melony: “Mel, come and help me get Tiff off of me!”
…Mel began to smile big at the invitation to come play. Mel was a year older and had some great tits going for her hot body already. She jumped on me to help Tiff attack me, as she helped Tiff and not me. As I lay on my side with my hands covering my erection, Mel slipped her hand under the covers to feel me. Tiff was outside the covers trying to grab my erection. Now Mel lay on top of me all excited and her hand made it down to naked skin on me. I pulled Tiffs hands off me as I tickled her to make her giggle. Mel began stroking me and breathing hard in my ear.
…Tiff was distracted by my ticking her and didn’t pay attention to Mel. Mel slowly rubbed her pussy on my leg and kissed my neck. She was getting herself hot over me. I sure didn’t want to stop her, but had to because of the rules I had for Tiff about limiting the touching on me and her. I rolled over on my stomach and told them both I was coming after them both soon. Mel kept humping my leg a little and kissed my neck again. Then they both screeched as I grabbed at them as they got off the bed and ran away.
…I couldn’t stop thinking about Mel’s little moves on me. They were very arousing plus hearing her breath in my ear and her hand stroking my erection. She wasn’t my daughter and I thought how the rules didn’t apply to her that I had for Tiff. I closed my eyes to re-live the feel of her hands on me. I drifted off into a hot dream about Mel………..
…….I was laying beside her and feeling those nice tits of hers. Her hand was stroking me. Her soft kisses now moved to my lips….her tongue traced my lips… her warm breath was so sexy as it was heavy breathing. She whispered: (“…I wish you were my daddy”..) …in the dream she put a leg over me and pulled her pussy tight to me. She took my hand and put in her tiny panties. She took my middle finger and rubbed it on her clit….(“…daddy…your so sexy…hold me tight and feel me…let’s make love together…please…”)……….
…..I woke up with a someone on top of me. It was Mel….smiling away and playing with my chest hair. I had to clear my head as the dream and reality were blurred. I realized I had a big erection and it was right between Mel’s legs. Mel had locked her legs around it. She whispered: (“…Tiffany went over to Sean’s house for a while. She’ll be back later.”) I was still in a daze as Mel continued playing with my chest. She started licking my nipples as she breathed hard. I froze and let her play with me.
… Her pussy slowly moved up and down on my erection. I whispered: (“..how long will Tiff be gone?”) Mel smiled and said: (“ ..forever I hope, I want to be your daughter.”)
…My daughter?…the girl wanted me to be her daddy. My thoughts went crazy with that idea. She had really aroused me and all I could think of was a beautiful sexy daughter you could maybe have sex with. I wasn’t thinking clear, but I said for some reason: (“..how about tryouts starting right now?”)
….She got off me and left the room. I wondered if that spooked her at what I said. I heard the door bell. It was Mel’s mom. I got up and grabbed my shorts and a shirt and went in the living room to say hi. She was a cool gal and nice looking. You could see where Mel got her good looks from. Mel went into the bathroom. I whispered to Mel’s mom: (“..Mel wants me to be her dad, what do I do?”) We heard the shower go on as Mel was going to take a shower in the front bathroom. Mel’s mom Mandi scooted close to me on the couch.
…She said: “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Mel. Mel had gotten a kind of…..well…an obsession about you. Your all she talks about. She said she even dreams about you and I think a lot more. I heard her saying your name late one night as I could hear her masturbating. I found pictures of you under her pillow. I peeked one night and she had your picture between her legs as she fingered herself.
…If you could tell her you’ll be her…a…’rent a dad’ ..or a ’fill in’ dad or something until she grows out of this, I would be very grateful. Do what ever you have to, keep her happy. I work two jobs and don’t have the time to watch over her right now. She’s on the pill so we don’t have that worry. She smiled at me. “Keep her happy and I bet she can keep you happy…if you know what I mean.”……Mandi smiled directly at me, then…silence….as I slowly smiled back at her in silence…..Finally I said: “I think I can handle the job.” Mandi quickly hugged my neck and kissed my cheek. She then left for work.
….I heard the bathroom door close quietly. Mel had not been ’in’ the shower, but used that sound to make us think she was ’in’ the shower. She had been listening to Mandi and I talk just around the corner. She came out with her robe on and a towel wrapped around her (dry) hair. We both smiled at each other and she told me that she had called Tiff and her and Sean would be at the mall for the day.
….The whole day alone with Mel?….oh…my…..
Tiff…..
….Mel and I now had my dad set up for some hot time for Mel with my dad. He wouldn’t have sex with me, or even play sex games much with me, because I was his daughter…but…. he could with Mel. It excited me to set them up to do the things I couldn’t do with him. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went, when I got back home. I ask Mel for a detailed description later of everything they did…. Mel and I had been planning this for a while when Mel told me about her mom putting her ‘ok’ to my dad to…’keep her happy’. I wished I was Mel and could have what she was going to get…sex with my dad…..
… We agreed that I would call before I came home, to warn her. Sean and I went to a movie in the mall. I was so horny, I sat us in the back so we could feel each other up.
Kurt…..
…I went in to take a shower in my bedroom shower. My mind was pleasantly thinking of all the ‘things’ I would love to do with Mel. There is nothing like having a girl like Mel on top of you naked…..nothing….
Mel…..
….I could hear daddy Kurt in the shower and I knew he was naked. That picture in my mind was making me turned on as I got wet between my legs. I had heard him and mom talking and he was all for being my daddy also. I lay on his bed and held his pillow. I could smell his aftershave on it. I had to put my hand in my robe and finger my pussy a little. I was excited and now, step by step it was going to be my turn to be close with my new daddy.
…I had talked to other girls who were having sex with their dads. I envied them so much, it must be wonderful to have a dad that you can have sex with. Some told me details on how it started. One girl said it was easy, just rub up against him, or feel his dick and make him get a hardon when mom’s not looking. Others sat on his lap at first, or when he was lying down. Some said he moved on them first and they let him feel them up and it went to more from there.
… My friend Tara said to crawl in bed with him a night. Daddy’s get erections during the night and just start jacking on him. He’ll wake up and have sex with you then.
…All these stories just made me crazy.
….Daddy Kurt was going to be mine.
…I got up and slowly opened his bathroom door. He was singing behind the frosted glass. I grabbed his big towel and waited for him to finish. I could see the blurry image of him naked and also see his erection sticking straight out. My heart was pounding as I waited. He shut the water off and rolled the door open. He saw me and turn around in shock. I said: “Let me dry you off dad.” He held his erection down and stepped out. I cover him with the big towel.
…He didn’t say a word but began to smile. I dried him off slowly. He closed his eyes like ’this can’t be real’. I dried everything as I got to really feel his body for the first time. His erection has dropped some, but began to come back up. I dried it over and over. He finally spoke: “Mel…I. .a…think we….” He never finished as I dried his hair and then snuck in a quick kiss on his cheek. I put the towel back and got his robe and held it for him to slip on. His erection stuck out straight making a big tent in his robe. All this had me soaking wet between my legs.
Kurt……
….This was all happening so fast, Mel wasn’t going waste time, and time was here for us to get her obsession in high gear. I reached over and locked the bathroom door and flipped off all but the night light. I had eyeballed her body for a long time, now I wanted to take my time and enjoy the sexual high is was getting from this young girl.
….I decided to let her play with her ’new’ daddy and get her fill for the first time. She sure did….
….As soon a that bathroom light was off, her arms went around my neck and he wet lips kissed me. She gasp for air then started in with her tongue. I opened her robe and now felt those beautiful tits of hers. I pulled back my robe and let my rock hard erection go between her wet legs. She was in her own heaven now. “…oh daddy…you feel so good, hold me ….just hold me and let me feel you.”
…. I could feel her whole body had the jitters as her hands couldn’t feel enough of me fast enough. Both our robes were now on the floor. Her naked body was against mine…it was awesome. She let her wet pussy ride my erection slowly as she felt it with her fingers. She seemed to become a young girl again and whispered: (“..do you love me daddy?”) I replied: (“..yes I do Mel, and I will…., forever..”) I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She had the most content look to her as we lay together holding us tight….
Mel’s thoughts….
…Finally I have a daddy. I don’t mind sharing him but he’s mine too. Now I want to have our pleasure as only daddy’s and daughters can have. I’m going to make him so happy, anyway I can…and I know how to do that.
…I rolled on top of him. I was going to make him so horny, he’d never forget this day…ever. Little Melony is going to show her daddy just how much she love’s her daddy. I started with kisses all over his face. I let my tongue find his and let them go at it. My pussy was so wet, I could feel it drip on his erection. I moved my pussy slowly up and down on it. It felt so good and warm. I began to move down with my kisses.
… I turned so he could see my wet pussy and get horny. His big hand held my hips as he slid my pussy to his lips. I almost orgasmed with excitement. He was so gentle as his tongue creased my slit. I had dreamed of this a thousand times and now it was happening for real. I wiggled my pussy as I wanted his tongue in deeper.
…I now had my daddy’s erection all to my self. I held it and felt it all warm and my tongue went to heaven on it. It was all real now and I licked every inch of it. I slipped my mouth over it and finally felt what other girls felt with their daddy’s. It felt so good, all warm and smooth. I felt his tongue on my pussy and every time it flicked my clit…I moaned. I could take no more of this and wanted him inside of me. I quick turned and held him and slipped it inside of my tight pussy. I felt like nothing else I had even dreamed of. I worked it slowly inside and laid down on my daddy. We wrapped our arms around us and we began to fuck. It now fit perfect and a steady orgasm was taking place as my daddy held me tight. I just let it all go as I began to get so hyper I got dizzy. Daddy held my butt cheeks and we began the most wonderful fuck ever. Faster……and faster as my body was fucking on its own for the cum it wanted. I made sounds I can’t even remember as here it came. I lost my breath as I felt a mega shot of daddy’s cum shoot in me. I climaxed so hard I saw stars. Daddy moaned as he shot over and over deep in me. I just held on to the most glorious feeling of my life……I can’t describe what feelings I had next, except I was holding on to my daddy for the ride to heaven with him…..
….Jolts and spasm’s took us over as we lay locked together….all content now….all peaceful and joy beyond words……

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Lily’s Seduction of the Boy Next Door Part 3

This is the third chapter of the series. I believe its a good intermediate for those wanting even more teasing/seducing as well as those wanting a little more action. Regardless, comments and suggestions are always welcome!

Luck and Love: VII

Michael did in fact forget about Rose. All he thought about until ten was math. And Zoë. They had forgot about the help until nine o’clock, but she assured him that her parents wouldn’t worry about her. At nine they resumed their studies, going over the homework that they had been assigned and finishing it in a half an hour. By then Zoë fully understood the subject. Once they were done Michael excused himself to the bathroom while she went to refill her water. Once he was inside with the door locked he dropped his pants and let his cock loose. He hadn’t been able to get off since that morning when he and Rose had fucked. He sat on the lid of the toilet and began stroking it. After a full day of almost no attention his dick would have been a little bigger than normal, but the light touches and smiles of the elegant and gorgeous Zoë had forced him to hide his erection a few times over the course of the night. The result was his full nine and a half inches, swollen and red with need.
As his hand gently began to stroke his cock he imagined that scene that he had witnessed so long ago, though it in fact had only been two days; Candy, the bitch ballerina, undressed and caressing her stunning body.
Quickly the scene changed to one of ZoĂŤ on her knees in front of him. He stroked for about five minutes to no avail before he gave up and tucked it back away. As Michael quickly dropped down the stairs he found ZoĂŤ standing in his path. Too late to do anything Michael hit the carpet of the first step and flew forward, crashing straight into ZoĂŤ and dumping her ice water all over the both of them. Luckily the collision had occurred in a place where there was no furniture. Looking up from the floor Michael found ZoĂŤ with ice water all down the front of her shirt and some on her shorts. He struggled to his feet and winced, pain coming from where his head had hit the floor. He helped her to her feet and began his apology when she gasped and ran off. Again Michael felt the pain in his head, and reaching up to find the spot he found his head warm and wet, slightly sticky. Pulling his hand back he found blood dripping down his fingers to his palm. ZoĂŤ rushed back with a towel and pressed it to his head, attempting to staunch the flow.
“Mike are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t think that you would be down that quickly…” For a moment he was unable to reply. Michael was to busy looking at the outline of her bra through the gray t-shirt that had been soaked. Realizing that she might catch him looking he stammered a reply.
“Yeah, ow! I’m… aah! I’m fine Zoë. Really I’m okay. And you shouldn’t be apologizing this is my fault. I crashed into you.” He took her hand as she led him up the stairs to the bathroom to examine the wound. Once they were in front of the mirror she pulled the towel away and they looked, finding it was only tiny cut just beneath the hairline. He put a bandage on it as she dropped the towel into the hamper.
“Um, Zoë maybe you should change, your covered in water and your shirt is a bit see through…” She began to ask a question until she looked down and found what he said to be true. She gasped and looked at Michael, but the second her eyes landed on him she covered her mouth with a hand to stop from laughing. Looking down Mike discovered that his shorts had taken on the same see through quality, and he was still afflicted by his erection. The ice water had, however, forced his dick to begin to shrink, meaning that a half flaccid head tented his shorts just down his right leg. He looked at her and realized that she thought he had a small cock.
“Uhhh… yeah, so you could probably use one of my sister’s shirts… and I think I’ll go change as well.” He spun and walked out of the bathroom, the laughter starting as soon as he was gone. He went straight to his room and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts he used for sleeping, stripping out of his shorts and boxers. He grabbed another pair of boxers and put them on. Actually changing took him a while, as his semi erect cock was still large for the small underwear. Finally he emerged from his room to find Zoë nowhere in sight. He was about to knock on his sister’s door when he realized that the door was not fully shut. Looking into his sister’s mirror he could see Zoë, fully nude and pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt. She left her bra and panties on his sister’s bed, covering her lightly tanned skin with the thin material of the shirt and admiring herself in the mirror mounted on the door of the closet. She stayed half turned and pulled off the shirt, her breasts falling free of the white fabric with a slight bounce. Michael watched as she picked out a pink one and spun full towards him, the shirt over her head and her chest fully exposed to his hungry eyes. Michael tore himself away from the sight as he felt his cock beginning to grow again, heading down stairs and refilling her cup with ice water. When she came down he handed her the cup and smiled.
“Thanks Mike…” She said the nickname with a sly smile, as if it was a joke.
“I’m sorry that I ran into you, Zoë. How do the clothes fit?” She kept smiling at him as he asked her.
“They fit pretty well… they’re a bit small…” she laughed at her own joke and pulled the hem of the shirt down, stretching it out and making her nipples poke out through the thin pink cotton. She tried to keep a straight face as she did a spin but as soon as she faced him again she began to laugh again. He grinned at her belief, knowing that if she knew his real size she wouldn’t be laughing. But he decided to play along with the game.
“Ha ha, very funny Zoë. Lets just go sit down.” She grinned and agreed, grabbing his arm and cuddling with him as they made their way to the sofa. He sat down on the shorter of the two, resting against the arm and watching as she laid down on the whole thing, putting her feet on the arm rest and resting her head on the other end. She smiled at him from the other end, laughing every so often. After the first couple times he laughed along with her, shifting and putting his feet on the couch with his knees up in the air, grabbing her feet and beginning to massage them. After a while she began to relax and shut her eyes. When Michael looked at the clock reading ten he began to get scared.
“Hey, Zoë, don’t you have to be home soon? It’s ten o’clock.” She opened her eyes and looked at him still massaging her feet.
“No. My parents trust me enough that I can stay wherever I want. They understand that I don’t like to drive late at night and so if I’m not in by about ten they just assume I’m staying over at a friend’s house.” She waited until he had finished her massage before she stood up, stretching and groaning only to sit back down, this time on Michael’s lap. He was a bit stunned by this but she seemed absolutely fine with it all so he didn’t say anything. He felt his erection start to poke out of his underwear, but he ignored it, seeing it more as a time bomb than anything else. He smiled and went along with it.
“Want to watch a movie? We might as well do something.” She shook her head and continued looking at him with a funny expression. Michael knew it but he couldn’t describe it… it was just off the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, on a rapid exchange of thoughts, he remembered something she had said.
“Zoë, what did you mean when you said that you thought I would be up in the bathroom longer?” She stammered a bit before she started giggling again.
“I, I uh… I knew that you had a hard on… I tried hard to give you one! I figured you’d gone up there to take care of it.” Michael started to apologize, one hand moving up to the back of his neck to rub absentmindedly. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her waist. “You don’t have to apologize! I knew what I was doing before hand. And I wanted a break anyway.” She smiled that stunning smile again, melting all of Michael’s soul with it.
“Well you certainly got a break.” They both laughed at the jest. They sat there for a while, simply talking about absolutely nothing. Finally Zoë got up to refill her water, removing the pressure from his nuts. He corrected the angle at which his dick pointed then followed Zoë into the kitchen. She filled her cup with water, smiling at him as he came in and leaned against the bar. She walked over and slid in beside him, setting her water on the bar and leaning against him.
“Just couldn’t stay away from me huh?” He looked at her when she said it. She wasn’t looking up at him, just looking forward at the cabinets. He turned his body so that he faced her. She looked up at him as he did so. Her nose and cheeks had a few freckles, or rather spots of groups of freckles. It gave her an even more innocent look than the one she already wore. He smiled gently.
“Why would I want to?” Michael slid forward, hugging her to him and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tighter to her. He didn’t press the kiss, not wanting to ruin anything the way he had with Rose. He did, however, want her in the most intimate ways. Michael picked her up as they continued to kiss and carried her into the den. Setting her on the longer couch he laid down on top of her, supporting himself with his hands to keep from putting his entire weight on her. They resumed their kiss, this time a little bit more desperately. Zoë reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling up and off to expose her breasts to his view. Michael ran a hand underneath the small of her back, pulling her up to him and nibbling the nape of her neck. She hugged him even tighter, moaning ever so slightly as his fingers stroked the small of her back and his teeth picked at her.
After some attention was given to her neck he moved his lips down to her breasts, her fingers clawing at his shoulders to pull him tighter to her luscious globes. His tongue whipped out and began to encircle her small brown areolas, covering her nipple in saliva. She cried out at the feeling of his mouth sucking hard on her breast, her own hand pulling off of his back and pinching her other nipple hard. Michael stopped his attention and slid back up her body to kiss her, kissing her hard and feeling her arms on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her legs rose and wrapped around his ass, holding him as she kissed him furiously and rubbing her nipples against his own.
Zoë squealed in surprise as Mike picked her up again, this time walking towards the stairs. She continued to kiss him, not caring where they were going. If he had taken her out in the street and fucked her like a dog she wouldn’t have cared. She needed him.
After a few minutes of steps ZoĂŤ felt the cushion of the bed underneath her back, grinning as she looked about and found herself in his bedroom. She pushed him off of her and stood, pushing the sweatpants down to the floor and sauntering sexily over to her lover. She crawled on top of him and kissed him, letting his arms gently wrap around her. After a short make out session she slid down his stomach, stopping at his neck to bite it as he had done to her earlier. She then resumed her erotic journey; gently licking one of his nipples and sending small sparks through him as she went on her way to his shorts. He grinned as he awaited her reaction to his true length. He watched ZoĂŤ grab the waistband of his shorts and pull, waiting for his average or smaller dick to pop up. She pulled faster and faster, reaching his knees before she finally was rewarded with his cock bouncing up and presenting itself to her. She gasped and put one hand around it, barely fitting her fingers around the girth. She gaped at him and then saw his grin, smiling devilishly and returning to his throbbing cock.
She didn’t waste any time. Michael felt her hand on the base, felt her stroke it a few times before he felt the warmth and wet of her lips latch onto the head. He groaned as she licked around the head, passing over the spot just above his tip that was so sensitive. Then he watched as Zoë slid her lips down, stroking her hand up it the entire time. She slowly took more and more of his cock until they both felt it touch the back of her throat. Looking up at him with a mouthful of his cock Zoë simply continued forward, allowing the head to push past the boundary of her throat and slide down to the base. Michael groaned at the sight of her lips reaching his pubic hair, the feeling of her throat on his cock. She pulled her lips off of his cock and swung around, placing her pussy just above his mouth. Her request was obvious.
As she continued to suck his cock he grabbed her ass in his hands, pulling her dripping lips down to meet his. She moaned around his cock as she reached his crotch a second time. Michael shoved his tongue into her fuck tunnel, the taste of her secretions like candy to his wanting stomach. He pushed his tongue into her faster and faster, tongue fucking her until he remembered the spot on Rose’s cunt. He tongued it briefly to test for a reaction. At the feeling of his tongue on her G-spot Zoë shook visibly, her moans long and loud from around his cock. Michael finally felt his balls begin to burn as Zoë began her fourth deep throat. He pulled himself away from her sweet pussy, watching as her throat expanded on his cock. Mike groaned when he saw the head clearly outlined in her throat.
“Oh, fuck babe I’m gonna cum…!” Michael felt the heat shooting up his dick, the feelings of bliss rocketing through his lower body and his mind, and began to pump his cock in and out of her throat as he shot his load into her stomach. She stopped her descent as she felt the first string of seed race up his length, pulling back until the head was the only thing in her mouth. Mike came as he had that morning, cumming a bucketful of seed into Zoë’s mouth. Somehow she managed to swallow it all without losing a single drop. When he was finished she looked like she had eaten a full meal, her stomach slightly swollen with the amount of sperm in her belly. She swung around and kissed Mike, the two lacing their fingers together as they kissed passionately.
However content the two lovers were, Michael soon felt his cock begin to rise, pressing against Zoë’s pussy as it grew to its full height. She looked back to his recharged cock and smiled at him.
“Well, you certainly are a race horse! Hung like one too!” She laughed and kissed him again, letting him hug her to him as she rubbed her wet pussy on the base of his cock. She squealed with joy as he rolled her over so that he was on top, rubbing his cock against her cunt as they continued to kiss. Finally he lowered, pressing his cock into her entrance and pushing into her pussy. Zoë grunted as he pushed gently into her, spreading her vagina like nothing ever had before. She wrapped her legs around his waist again as he pushed into her slowly, stopping when he reached the thin flesh of her hymen.
“Shit… I forgot about my maidenhead… Michael just tear it, I need you in my fucking pussy!” Michael kissed her with as much love as he could, pressing hard against her and breaking his cock into her untouched void. She screamed as it broke, her fingernails breaking the skin of Mike’s shoulders as she attempted to squeeze the pain out of her most sensitive body part. The result was intense pressure along Michael’s cock, which was already squeezed tightly by her virgin pussy. After a little while she relaxed and kissed him, begging for him to continue. He pushed into her slower than he had before, forcing her wet pussy apart as he pleasured them. Finally he felt his hips touch hers, pushing a little harder and successfully hitting her cervix. Once Zoë felt the head of his cock on her cervix she cried out in surprise before begging him to continue. Michael did so happily.
As he pulled back out Michael groaned, her tight pussy squeezing his cock hard while trying to suck him back inside of her.
“Ooooohhhh god… I miss you already… Fuck me Michael! I need to cum all over your cock!” Zoë’s eyes were flooded with desperation and lust, urging Mike on in his quest. He forgot that she was a virgin, shoving his cock back into her fast and ramming into her cervix. She grunted and moaned loud, begged him to do it again. Michael fucked her hard, ramming his cock into her as fast as he could and relishing every second of it. Zoë didn’t take long to climax.
“Ohhhh yes oh fuck oh yes oh god oh MICHAEL fuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!!” Zoë felt the climax through her entire body, the huge cock in her pussy destroying her as her lover fucked her the way she wanted it. She bucked under him as Mike continued. She climaxed again only a few minutes later, this time spraying Michael with juices as she screamed that same orgasmic rant over and over,
“ooooooooooooOOOOHHHHhhhhhh…!” After her third orgasm in a row Mike felt his own hitting him like a train. He pushed into her hard and let his load loose, forgetting everything else as he finished fucking the woman beneath him. Zoë screamed when she felt his seed hit her cervix, flood her cunt and squeeze itself into every possible part of her hole. Mike didn’t even bother to pull his cock from her pussy. He wrapped her in a hug, kissed her once more and rolled over, falling fast asleep with cum leaking down onto his nuts and his lover on his chest.

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The Island, Chapter 23

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes real-life experiences, fantasy, and outright lunacy. For those of you who have read the series from the beginning, thank you for your support and interest! If you are new to the series, I would recommend starting from chapter 1, as we are about at the halfway point in this saga by now. As always, enjoy!

Vacation with my family – part III

Hi there. Once again I had some free time to write the third part of this story. This story will contain incest. If anybody does not like this or does not want to read about it please read something else. Now have fun and enjoy it.

Don The Degenerate Doorman: Apartment 6B The Tipsy Fashionista

Don The Degenerate Doorman: Apartment 6B The Tipsy Fashionista
By rutger5 (An original story Copyright 2013)
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Intro: Don the degenerate doorman ‘helps out’ drunk fashionista Emily.
It wasn’t the first time that Wednesday night that I stood and stretched my tired body to help prevent my muscles from cramping up on me. It was a quarter to eleven and my double shift was mercifully drawing to a close. Ivan, the regular doorman during the three to eleven shift had needed to take a few days off and as was often the case in the building some of us had filled the breach with me taking this particular shift.
Stan, the doorman who’d be relieving me to work the graveyard shift had already arrived and was in the locker room changing into his uniform. Stifling a yawn I headed outside to get a sniff of the pleasant spring air. It was a relatively quiet night in the heart of Manhattan and in spite of the seasonable May temperature the street was mostly deserted with only a few stragglers out and about.
I was just about to return to the lobby and in fact my hand was on the door handle when I heard a car pull up in front of the building. Turning I saw a yellow taxi had stopped there and it seemed as if the driver was engaged in an animated conversation with the passenger in back. Waiting out front in case it was necessary to hold the door I watched as the driver appeared to be pleading with the passenger until he threw his hands up in the air in apparent frustration. When he observed me watching he climbed out of the cab and headed in my direction.
“Hello sir” he said with a heavy accent “but maybe it is possible that you help me. You work in this building, no?”
“Yes I do. What seems to be the problem?” I inquired.
“My passenger says she lives here in building but I can’t get her out of the car. She give me the address and I drive her here but she is just sitting in the back crying. I think she is drunk, I don’t want to call police but what else can I do?”
“You did the right thing in coming to me, my friend” I told him as I walked to the cab and looked inside. “How much does she owe you?”
“Eighteen dollars sir.”
“Here you go. Can you print me a receipt while I help her out? For tax purposes” I explained as I handed him thirty dollars.
“Thank you sir. I get for you right away.”
I then turned my attention to the passenger huddled in the back seat who did indeed live in the building and I’d even held the door for her when she left earlier in the evening. She was subletting an apartment on the 6th floor from a long time tenant who was abroad for a year on business. Opening the door to the back seat I stuck my head inside after first removing my doorman hat.
“Good evening miss” I said in my most soothing tone “do you require any assistance getting out?”
“Huh, what?” she replied as she turned to look at me and her face was a mess.
Don’t misunderstand, she was a very striking and attractive young woman but at that moment her eyes were swollen and puffy and her mascara had left black streaks down the length of her face. Her designer blouse had what appeared to be a big wine stain on it while her short skirt had ridden up so high I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her black panties. Normally she was very put together with not a hair out of place but it was plain that something had upset her badly for when she’d left a few hours before she had seemed in high spirits. She stared blankly at me for a moment when sudden recognition lit up her pretty, tear stained face.
“I know you, don’t I? You opened the door for me tonight, right?”
“That’s correct miss and now I’m here to hold it for you again. You’ve arrived home.”
“Oh, did I? Okay” she replied after which she wiped the tears from her eyes then struggled to get out of the car.
I took a step back to give her some room and at that moment the cabby handed me the receipt which I took with a nod and slipped into my pocket. Fortunately for her I turned my attention back in her direction at that instant for no sooner had she clambered from the cab than she stumbled over the curb. Springing into action I caught her in my arms before she could execute a perfect face dive.
She had let out a shriek which was cut short when her body collided with mine and my strong arms encircled and drew her into my chest. It felt so nice having her soft, pliant body pressed against mine that for a moment I just cradled her. We remained like that until I realized we were standing on the street where anyone could see. My hands moved to her shoulders where they steadied her body before releasing her.
“Are you all right miss?” I asked her, my voice dripping with concern.
She took a minute to answer as she took stock of herself to make sure everything was okay before then blinking a couple of times as her big blue eyes met mine and she considered what I’d said.
“Yes I’m okay, but only because of you. Thanks for catching me, if you hadn’t…”
“Well no worries since I did. You ladies have to be careful when you wear such high heels” I told her in a matter of fact tone as my eyes fell upon the very high Jimmy Choo heels that adorned her seemingly perfect feet.
“Oh those, yeah they’re high, I think almost five inches. But it’s probably because I had too much wine to drink tonight.”
“Really. Well let’s get you into the building then so there won’t be any more problems tonight. May I offer you my arm, miss?” I asked solicitously.
“Okay, but I can trust you right…sorry I don’t even know your name. I suppose I should though, I’ve lived here for three months now.”
“No need to be sorry miss. My name is Don and yes you may trust me for I’m here to help” I told her as I guided her to the front door.
It took a bit of doing to hold the door open while still steadying her but I managed to accomplish this and get her inside the lobby before Stan managed to get off his lazy ass to hold the door. He saw the condition she was in and raised his eyebrows and all I could do was shrug helplessly in reply as I assisted her toward the elevators.
“Almost there now miss, we’ll have you in your apartment in no time” I told her like I would a child and it didn’t go over well with the drunk young woman for no sooner did I say it then she pulled free of me.
“First of all my name isn’t miss. I have a name – its Emily. And please stop patronizing me, I’m not two years old. I’m just a little tipsy is all.”
“I’m sorry Emily that I offended you, it wasn’t my intention. I was just hoping to get you home with no further complications. As soon as you’re safely there I won’t trouble you any further.”
“Sure just like every other man I’ve met. Can’t wait to get away from me as fast as you can” she replied as she leaned against the wall for support.
There was no way I or anyone else for that matter would win with Emily in the condition she was in though her last words gave me a pretty clear insight into the reason why she was upset. During the time I hit the elevator call button I turned away from Emily for a second and when I looked back she was in the process of sliding down the wall until she wound up sitting on the rug.
“Whoops I don’t understand it, now I’m on the floor” she said with a giggle before bursting into tears.
Ignoring the elevator whose doors had opened I approached Emily and bent down to speak with her and as I did my eyes took a fast peek at her lower half. Her skirt was now almost up to her waist, not only revealing her long smooth legs but her black silk panties as well and the sight caused me to forget how tired I was and to think about other, sordid possibilities.
“Whenever you’re ready Emily I can help you to your feet if you like” I told her after tearing my eyes away from her naked limbs.
“Okay Don, I’m ready” she said brushing away her tears and then extending her dainty hand in my direction.
My hand gripped hers at which time she pulled herself up with some assistance from me. No sooner had Emily regained her feet however than she staggered into me when she tried to take a step forward at which time she wrapped her arms around me to steady herself. Like had happened before on the street when her body met mine all I could think about was how nice she felt pressed against me and I was reluctant to release her.
But with Stan not far away as well as the lobby under constant video surveillance I knew better than to prolong this so I gently removed her arms from me and pulled her into the elevator. Not wanting her to fall again I kept my hand on her shoulder as we rode up to the sixth floor. It wasn’t until we reached her floor and the doors opened that tipsy young Emily realized that her skirt had ridden up almost to her waist.
“Wait one minute, don’t want to give any neighbors a free show” she told me as she tugged it down and as she did my narrowed eyes watched her like a rapacious bird of prey.
After she finished she looked my way and her eyes widened when she saw my burning gaze fixed on her shapely posterior. For a second I thought she was going to say something but instead she smiled slightly and walked off the elevator in the direction of her apartment with me trailing behind. And unless I was mistaken Emily exaggerated the sway of her round hips as she weaved her way down the hall.
When we arrived at her door she began rummaging through her purse though from her muttered curses she was having a hard time locating her keys. Finally with a cry of triumph she pulled her hand out clutching a key ring at which time she managed to drop her open purse and scatter all the contents across the carpeted hallway in all directions.
“Don’t worry about that Emily” I told her “you open the door and I’ll get your stuff for you.”
She had looked like she wanted to cry again after she dropped her purse but my words seemed to placate her.
“Okay Don, thanks” she answered as I crouched down and began to gather together the spilled items.
There was her cell phone and wallet of course along with other things that were standard fare for a young woman living in the big city. She must smoke for there was a pack of light cigarettes with a lighter as well as a tin of mints and a tube of lipstick. The most interesting item to my mind was the pack of condoms which were thin for ‘greater sensitivity’ they claimed. Personally I had no need of such artificial means for I’d been snipped many years before but they showed that Emily was ripe for the picking. Stuffing all the items back in her purse I stood up by which time she had managed to open the door and disappear inside the apartment.
“Emily, I have your purse” I called out as I stepped inside the empty foyer. When there was no answer I called out again, this time a little louder “Emily?”
“Can you please come here for a minute Don” came her faint reply.
Closing the door I first put down her purse and my hat and then followed the sound of her voice which emanated from beyond the apartment’s living room. Down a hall and through the first door to the left I found her kneeling on the bathroom floor before the porcelain throne.
“I don’t feel so good Don” she said in a sad sounding voice.
“Do you want me to stay for a little while Emily?”
She nodded yes like a little girl would, her pale blue eyes pleading with me, but I was more focused on the swell of her buttocks as they strained against the tight skirt she was wearing. Many a time I’d fucked some drunken woman in a bar or club bathroom so I found her current position very arousing. On top of that I remembered when her skirt was by her waist and how sweet her ass had looked in her bikini panties. Needless to say my cock was half hard in my pants when I knelt down and gently stroked her auburn hair while pulling it back away from her face.
“Do you think you’re going to be sick?” I asked her in my kindest sounding voice.
“I’m not sure, I feel a little queasy. I didn’t eat much today and I drank too much.”
“Oh, you poor thing” I told her sympathetically. “You have to remember to pace yourself if you’re drinking and not do it on an empty stomach.”
“I’m sorry but I was so upset.”
“No reason to tell me you’re sorry Emily, just saying for future reference is all.”
“You’re right I know but I wasn’t thinking clearly. Do you know what its like to be told during appetizers that you’re getting dumped for someone else? And I thought we were out celebrating our one month anniversary tonight.”
“Well all I can say is he must be an idiot Emily to dump a lovely young lady like you.”
When I said that I saw more than one emotion cross her face rapidly although the sad look won out in the end.
“No, I wish that was the case but its not. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me. No he was right.”
“Emily you have to remember that a young man doesn’t know what he’s looking for and probably isn’t smart enough to realize what he has…”
“That’s not it Don. Malcolm isn’t young, he’s almost fifty and he knows what he wants and I’m not it is all.”
“Well there you go. Maybe the difference in ages was too much…” I began but before I could finish she started to shake her head no.
“It isn’t that. The girl he left me for is only two years older than I am. It was the same thing that happened back in college with Professor Plumb only that time she was the same age as I am. No it’s me Don, no man wants a girl who can’t satisfy them in bed.”
It wasn’t often that I was speechless but Emily’s words caught me by surprise and I had no idea how best to reply to them. Staring at her sexy body as she knelt on the floor it was pretty obvious there was no issue there. Most men would give an awful lot for a chance to tap her so it must have been some other reason that was causing her problems. We remained like that for a few minutes and while we did I wracked my brain trying to formulate a plan to take advantage of the situation. Of course my eyes were feasting on her figure as I did, so when she spoke it broke the spell and made me look at her face.
“Don, you’re a man, can I ask you for some advice?”
“Certainly Emily, I’ll do my best” I replied.
“Thank you and please be honest, no matter what. Lying to make me feel better won’t help. I need the truth if I’m going to improve things.”
“Okay.”
“What kind of girl does a man want? I don’t mean how she looks. I know some men like girls with blond hair or big boobs or whatever superficial preference. I mean what does he expect from her?”
That was a tricky spot she put me in but I saw an opportunity to turn it in my favor though I had to consider my words carefully or risk blowing it. The first thing was to delay her a bit to allow me to fine tune what I was going to say.
“I’ll be glad to answer you Emily but let me ask you something first. Are you feeling a little better? Because it would be more comfortable to not be having this conversation on the bathroom floor. Are you feeling up to getting off the floor and sitting down?”
She paused before answering but she nodded her head yes after thinking about it. Once I stood I reached down and helped Emily to her feet after which we went into the living room where she sat on the couch.
“Would you like some water to hydrate?”
“Yes please Don. You are so sweet” she told me and boy she had no clue.
If she knew what I was really thinking those wouldn’t have been the words out of her lips. Lips I was imagining wrapped around my hard cock as she sucked. In her refrigerator I found a pitcher of water with lemons in it so I poured her a glass. There were also two bottles of beer, they were light but beggars can’t be choosers so I removed one.
“Emily, I notice you have some beer as well. It’s been a long day and night for me, do you mind if I have one?” I asked her.
“Of course not, take one. Yeah I usually have some there, I guess you can take the girl out of Wisconsin but you can’t take Wisconsin out of the girl.”
“From the Midwest, huh? No wonder you’re so sweet and innocent” I replied making her blush while handing her the glass.
So a minute later I was sitting next to her on the couch and after drinking half the beer I turned her way.
“I could tell you what I like in a woman but that isn’t really what you want. First I need you to say why you think it’s your fault about things never working out.”
“Maybe because that’s what they tell me Don. Tonight Malcolm said he is too old to try and train someone to please him. ‘If you don’t know what to do by the time you’re twenty three then what’s the point?’ he said. And Professor Plumb called me a prude and said it was too bad I wasn’t Catholic because I’d have made a great nun.”
“Okay” I said holding up a hand to stop her from saying more and probably becoming more upset. “Let me ask you something and you answer truthfully. Do you like having sex Emily? Because you’re very attractive so most guys would have interest in you.”
She bit her lip before she answered and when she spoke her eyes darted about, not willing to meet mine.
“I do, I like sex Don. But I am kind of inhibited, I guess. I mean when I’m having it I have a good time and enjoy it but I’m pretty passive” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“But?” I added for I could tell she wanted to say more.
“Well, the thing is, I was raised a certain way. My mom died when I was young so it was just me and my father. He loves me I think, but he was never one to talk about things like emotions let alone about sex. When I first had my period he gave me a box of ‘feminine products’ as he called them and a textbook on human sexuality with a bookmark at the relevant section. He was a science teacher so to him that made sense, I guess.”
“So you had no woman to talk with about stuff growing up.”
“Well I talked with my friends some but it wasn’t like they were experts either plus of course the internet. So I kind of muddled my way through puberty. The only other guidance I got from him was when I was fourteen and a neighbor girl got pregnant. He told me in a solemn tone that he couldn’t imagine what her poor parents were going through, everyone in town knowing their daughter was a harlot as he put it. Needless to say I was very repressed and was too scared to date until much later than all my friends. Even when I started I didn’t let my father know because I knew he wouldn’t approve of any of the boys.”
“So if you don’t mind me asking how did you ever get beyond that to start having sex?”
“I don’t think I’ve gotten beyond my upbringing. That might be why I still have problems with men. I lost my virginity after the senior prom in high school but my ‘boyfriend’ if you can call him that was a total jerk who only cared about pleasing himself. So when I went away to college and Professor Plumb showed interest in me I thought finally here is my chance. He wasn’t some young guy only caring about himself and getting off, he was a mature man of the world who would treat me right. What a joke! He was a total sex maniac and I was just one in a long line of students he bedded. I didn’t care though and I would have continued going out with him but he dumped me for a less inhibited girl. Then I hoped when I moved to New York things would improve but it’s still happening to me.”
“Let me ask you about that. Why move here in the first place, this city has a reputation for being decadent?”
“That’s what my father said, Sodom and Gomorrah on the Hudson he calls this place. But the fashion industry is my life’s passion, that’s what I went to school for. I know right now I’m not good enough to be an actual designer but I took some business and writing courses to go along with those on design. Right now I’m working for a major designer while trying to write articles on fashion as a freelancer as well.”
“You also seem to favor older men, much older it seems. Any thoughts why?”
“Well my high school boyfriend was my age and he was immature and selfish so I figured I’d be better off with someone older. I don’t know, older men seem more attractive and distinguished looking to me.”
Now I’m no psychiatrist (though I have held open the door for many) but you didn’t have to be Sigmund Freud to read between the lines in regard to what Emily really meant. So we sat there a while after this and I did my best to look like I was contemplating what she’d said when I was really plotting what was to follow. After finishing my beer I met her eyes then took a deep breath before speaking.
“Okay Emily, I believe I can help if you let me. I just need for you to answer another question. Do you ever masturbate?”
“Y-y-yes, s- s-sometimes.”
“How often? A lot?”
“N-n-no, not a lot. Every now and then when I get real worked up and need relief and there’s nobody to help me.”
“Do you use anything to masturbate, like a vibrator maybe?”
“No, I’ve never owned a vibrator in my life. Sometimes in the shower I let the water hit me there or I rub myself with a shampoo bottle or something.”
“Any other objects?” I asked while imagining Emily naked in the shower with the water hitting her clit which made my hard cock twitch in my pants.
“When I was younger sometimes I used my hairbrush.”
“Lucky hairbrush” I replied with a leer causing Emily to blush uncontrollably. “Now go get a brush.”
“You want me to get one now, but why?”
“To help you conquer your inhibitions Emily. Listen you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to but remember that I’m just trying to help. It’s up to you. But right now you’re open to change and the alcohol you had will help with that. If you do what I say we can get you over the hump I think. Your choice.”
“O-o-okay, I’ll do it” she said as she stood.
“Good girl, Daddy Don is proud of you” I said to raise the stakes higher.
She blanched when hearing what I called myself but it seemed as if she was serious about trying to change and without another word she walked from the room with my eyes locked on her ass as she did. Emily returned a couple of minutes later with a hairbrush in her hand and apprehension on her pretty face.
“Are you normally dressed when you masturbate Emily?”
“No.”
“Well then maybe you should take off your clothes.”
I sat there impassively as she undressed but internally was another matter. My heart beat faster as each article of clothing came off and my cock swelled until it felt like it might burst. She had removed her blouse first and her full breasts looked spectacular even partially covered by her Agent Provocateur brassiere and when she removed that I felt my mouth go dry. She next unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it leaving her only in her heels and black panties.
“Leave the heels on” I ordered her, my voice sounding hoarse to me.
She nodded then looked at the floor as she slipped her fingers under the waistband and slid her panties down. I let out a low whistle seeing her hairless mound and when I caught a glimpse of her pink as she removed the silky lingerie I had to stop myself from standing. Instead I clenched my hands into balls while my eyes devoured every inch of her nude form.
“Breathtaking is all I can say Emily, you are truly a beautiful young woman.”
“Thanks” she replied shyly.
“Now I want you to go to the window and open the curtains.”
“O-o-open the curtains?”
“Yes – open them now!” I demanded.
She swallowed hard but then her face took on a determined expression and as I watched she reached out and pulled the curtains wide exposing herself to any who could see into the sixth floor window.
“Now Emily sit your sexy ass on the windowsill so you’re sideways.”
Once she was settled with one leg resting on the sill and the other hanging down I stood and moved closer to her though I didn’t want to come close enough to make her feel uncomfortable.
“Play with your breasts to start with Emily, nice and slow if you don’t mind.”
After putting the brush on the sill her hands reached up and cupped her full breasts and then squeezed them, gently at first.
“Pinch those nipples now. Make them nice and hard” I instructed her and she wasted no time in following my words to the letter.
She let out a little gasp when they hardened from her touch and she threw her head back a little while biting her lip from the feeling it gave her.
“That’s it Emily. Just imagine all the men in the building across the street watching while you do this. They’re getting very turned on from what you’re up to. Right now some of them are getting hard and starting to play with their cocks imagining being with you. Does that thought turn you on?”
Emily looked at me after I said this and her mouth opened in surprise when she saw I was in the process of removing my swollen erection from my trousers. I smiled at her as my hand started to stroke my thick cock and already there was some pre-cum oozing out the slit.
“Move one of your hands to your pussy Emily.”
Her hand trembled slightly as it moved off her aroused nipple and down her body winding up at the sweet nexus between her thighs. While I watched Emily pet her little hairless pussy I continued stroking my rock hard cock and more than once I had to stop myself from going too fast. Better to let her overcome her inhibitions slowly rather then rushing her and having a setback with my plan.
“How does it feel playing with yourself, are you getting turned on yet Em?”
“Yes I am, it feels so good” she managed to reply as her breathing quickened from her body’s arousal.
“Is your pretty, pink pussy getting all wet and juicy?”
“It is, I’m so wet right now.”
“Then show me Emily. Spread your lips wide so I can see your juices, show Daddy Don.”
She gulped in reaction to my words but her slender fingers did what I asked and pushed her lips apart. I could see the sheen of fluids in her tiny twat as she opened it for my viewing pleasure when inspiration gifted me another idea.
“Bring your other hand down and put your finger in your pussy for me Em.”
When her fingertip slid inside it made a squishy sound as it entered after which Emily began to make mewing sounds but I didn’t let her keep it there too long.
“Okay, that’s enough for now, let me see your finger.”
She removed her finger and presented it to me for approval and I took her hand in mine as my tongue slowly licked the tasty juices off it.
“Hmmm, you taste so good Em. Your puss is delish, I can’t wait to eat you” I told her. “Does that turn you on?”
“Oh God yes, I’m so turned on.”
“I’m so turned on Daddy Don” I corrected her. “Now play with your clit and you can put your finger back inside your hot little pussy as well if you like” I said as I released her hand.
“I’m so turned on…Daddy Don” she told me as her digit re-entered her channel.
“Slide it in and out” I told her and again Emily wasted no time in following my directive.
Her slender finger disappeared inside her only to re-emerge covered with her nectar before starting the process anew. Wanting to get a better view I moved closer to her and crouched so my face was on the same level as her sweet, fragrant pussy. There I watched her finger being gripped by her inner lips as it worked in deeper then it pulled back when I noticed the forgotten hairbrush sitting nearby. It was made of hard pink plastic and had a narrow handle before widening at the section where the bristles were attached.
“Emily I want you to take your finger out of your pussy and replace it with your hairbrush.”
“You want me to put it inside me? I’ve never done that before. I used to just rub it on the outside of me.”
“You mean you used to rub it on the outside of your pussy. I want you to use that word when that’s what you’re talking about, or you can say cunt if you prefer. You have to remember what we’re doing here is trying to cure your prudishness.”
“Okay, I’ll try but it’s not easy after all these years” she told me after taking a deep breath. “I used to rub it on the outside of my pussy Daddy Don.”
“Good girl Em. To start with then just do that and we’ll go from there.”
She picked up the brush and true to her word started to slide it back and forth in the furrow of her pussy. The rigid plastic handle split her wet lips as she moved it up and down while her other hand continued to play with her erect clit, alternating rubbing and pinching the erect nubbin.
“That is so fucking hot Emily, you’re turning me on so much. Damn you are one sexy girl, just the way your Daddy Don likes them. Now I want you to fuck yourself with the hairbrush, put in in your tight little pussy. Can you do that for me?”
Emily nodded her head and as I watched she adjusted the brush in her hand so the end was aimed at her wet opening. She let out a moan as it started to penetrate her and once a couple of inches had worked their way inside then her young body stiffened and tensed as her hand continued to feverishly rub her clit.
“That’s it baby girl, cum for me” I told her though by this time my words of encouragement were no longer needed.
Emily let out a wail after which she bit her lower lip hard as her pale face reddened and glorious orgasm overtook her. That was the final straw that broke my control and I could no longer take just remaining a spectator as the young woman climaxed in front of me. I rose from the crouch I’d been in and leaned my head forward until my mouth clamped on her erect nipple. Emily moaned and when my hand covered hers and guided the handle deeper inside her the moan became louder.
My lips released her nipple then kissed their way up until finding her sweet mouth and she tasted like wine to me. Emily eagerly responded to my kiss, in fact as soon as my mouth opened her nimble tongue slipped inside to wrestle with mine. During this our hands continued to work the hard pink handle in and out of her tight pussy as deep as it could go. Meanwhile my hard cock rubbed against the smooth, silky skin of her dangling leg leaving a trail of clear, sticky pre-cum wherever it touched and inflaming my passion to the boiling point.
With some reluctance I broke the kiss but only so I could sample Emily’s womanly essence. My mouth now worked down her aroused body from her slender neck to her hairless mound, leaving a trail of burning hot kisses wherever it went. Finally it zeroed in on her erect little berry and my lips closed around it and sucked hard while all the while I continued to fuck her with the brush handle.
This pushed Emily’s body into another orgasm, this one more intense than the last judging by her reaction. She thrashed about wildly and the fingers from her hand not on the brush dug into the flesh of my shoulder as she let out a series of low moans as she came. When her trembling subsided I released her clit from between my lips and straightened my body so I could look her in the eye.
Emily wore the expression of a satisfied woman though we had just begun and had much more to do before concluding. My hand guided hers in removing the brush from her pussy at which time I brought it up near her face. The handle was slick with her juices and I touched her lips with it.
“Suck on it Emily until none of your pussy juice is left there.”
Without batting an eye Em opened her mouth and slipped it inside and began sucking. By this time my cock was so hard and ached so badly that I didn’t know how I was still thinking straight but I had one more task to complete before thinking of my own satisfaction. I removed the brush from her mouth then stared at her until she blushed and cast her baby blues down unwilling to meet my gaze.
“How did you like the taste of your pussy Emily? Enquiring minds want to know.”
Her face got even redder from my bold question and she gave me no answer and continued to avoid making eye contact until my hand took her by her chin and tilted her pretty face up.
“It would’ve been polite if you gave me an answer but that’s okay Em. I know how good you taste and now so do you even if you’re not ready to say it. I think we’ve made good progress so far though we still have a ways to go. I have to say for someone so repressed you have managed to exceed my initial expectations. Masturbating by an open window so anyone can see is a step in the right direction, one might even say it’s naughty. And naughty girls need to be disciplined” I told her while making my voice harsher for the last sentence and causing Emily’s blue eyes to open wide from my tone.
I took one step back after which I spoke again.
“Get off the windowsill now and face outside Emily.”
She scrambled into position and once she had I pushed her upper half down so she was bent at the waist.
“Now put the palms of your hands flat on the sill and look straight out the window” I instructed her and as soon as she complied I used my foot to move one of her feet further from the other.
“Were you ever spanked when you were a girl?”
“N-n-no, my father didn’t believe in corporal punishment. He believed it was more productive to reason with me instead.”
“Well I can tell you that Daddy Don is a firm believer in spanking. In my opinion when you spare the rod you spoil the girl and that’s the root of your problem I believe. I’m not going to make the same mistake” I growled right before I brought the brush handle across her taut buttocks.
Emily let out a yelp when it connected with her supple ass and her body flinched a bit so I placed my free hand on the small of her back to hold her in place. For the next couple of minutes I rained down blows on her defenseless flesh as she squirmed and cried though I give her credit for not asking me to stop. I did my best to space the blows out and not hit the same spot too often while making sure every inch of her sweet ass received the attention it so richly deserved.
The reason I stopped wasn’t because I felt sorry for Emily or thought she couldn’t take more but it was my lust finally got the better of me. Since seeing her panties in the cab I’d desired her and my cock had been erect since she’d been kneeling on the bathroom floor and I couldn’t wait any longer. Dropping the brush to the floor I grabbed my shaft as I positioned myself directly behind her. When my swollen head first brushed against her wet sex she gasped and as I rubbed it on the outside of her lips it turned to a moan.
“Emily I want you to take hold of my hard cock and guide it to your pussy, but that’s only if you want me to fuck you.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth then her right hand moved from the sill and reached back between her thighs. It was my turn to gasp when her warm hand wrapped around me and she wasted no time in bringing me to her gates of paradise. Once she positioned me at her hole I pushed forward, my head forcing its way inside her tight, pink pussy. It was slow going as she adjusted to me for I was much wider than the brush handle but through perseverance and Em’s natural lubricant progress was made until only a couple of inches of cock remained outside her.
“All right Emily, we’re almost there” I told her as I marshaled my energy for the final push. “When I say now I want you to push your ass back towards me, okay?”
She nodded her head in reply at which time I said okay. Emily pushed back while I thrust forward burying my cock to its limit as my pelvis collided with her ass and my swinging balls slapped her clit. My hands grabbed her hips which allowed me to pull her into my forward thrusts as we built up a fast rhythm. The room was soon filled with the scent of her arousal and the sounds of our coupling bodies meeting.
While watching my cock slide in and out of her clinging flesh I have to admit that my attention was drawn by the puckered rosebud just above her pussy. It seemed to be calling to me as I drove my cock to its limit a few inches beneath and I felt it would be a good test to see if Emily was winning the battle versus ingrained prudishness. However it would have to wait for I had no intention of stopping until I filled her pussy with my cum.
My body bent at the waist until my chest and stomach were brushing the soft skin of Em’s back and it felt hot to the touch and excited me further than I already was. My lips kissed the back of her sweaty neck as my hands slid from her hips and traveled to her swaying breasts which they seized roughly. I felt her pussy muscles contract on me when I grabbed her and she pushed her ass to meet me.
“That’s it Emily, fuck me like you mean it” I grunted as my hips increased their speed. “I can’t take much more of this, I’m gonna blow my load!”
My hands squeezed her pillowy breasts while I continued pumping as hard as I could until I felt it begin. I managed a couple of more thrusts when the sublime feeling of my balls releasing their semen overcame me as I drove deep in Em one final time. After that my body remained motionless as my cock swelled then spewed its thick, creamy ejaculate deep in Emily’s puss.
“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” I called out as I fired spurt after spurt in her.
“Don, wait, don’t cum in me” she said in a sudden panic as she felt my discharge filling her vaginal tunnel.
“It’s too late for that Em, but no need to worry. I was fixed years ago so I can’t get you pregnant if that’s what you’re worried about” I whispered in her ear as the last drop of my cum seeped into her vagina.
With a groan I let go of her breasts then straightened my body before reaching down and encircling the base of my cock with my hand.
“Get ready Em, I’m going to pull out of you and when I do I want you to suck my cock clean of both our juices. Do you think you can do that like a real naughty girl would?”
“You just watch me Daddy Don” she replied in a determined voice after which I stepped back allowing my softening member to slide from her welcoming depths.
Emily was true to her word and as soon as I slipped free she turned around while staying bent over. Her hand grasped my shaft and a second later her mouth took my head inside and she kept going, swallowing more of me until my tip hit the entrance to her throat.
“That’s it Emily, don’t forget to use your tongue while you’re at it. Lick up all that cum from both of us.”
She did as I asked and once the part in her mouth was licked clean she pulled her mouth off me and then began to run her tongue on the section that hadn’t fit in her mouth. Not only was she doing a great job of removing fluids but her efforts were also helping me retain my erection for the most part. My hands took her by the shoulders and pulled her up to a standing position and once they had I kissed her dirty mouth hard.
Emily eagerly returned my kiss and letting my cock loose she wrapped her arms around my waist drawing our bodies close. My three quarter erection pushed into her belly due to our height differential as our tongues wrestled and we swapped spit until I broke the kiss.
“Your call Em, but what do you say about heading into your bedroom and continuing this there?”
“I say yes!” she told me while taking my hand and leading me from the window.
A minute later found us again kissing as we stood in front of her bed. Seeing no need to delay things I pulled my mouth from hers with the intent of pushing her onto the mattress when I noticed it was covered by many scattered items of clothing. No doubt Emily like most women I’d known had tried on multiple outfits before deciding on a final one to wear that evening. Knowing she took fashion seriously and had some expensive designer clothes I bent and scooped the clothing up and tossed it onto a chair clearing a space where I then pushed her onto her back. She looked up at me with a little smile as I quickly began to remove my clothing.
No sooner had I undressed then I climbed on top of her and guided my cock into her well fucked pussy. Emily squealed as I worked back inside her and once I bottomed out her lithe legs wrapped around me. I ground my pelvis against hers and she did her best to match me, rotating her hips as much as she was able to in her current position. Her pussy was very wet and was dripping vaginal fluids which coated both our thighs and seeped down to the sheets below.
“I don’t know for sure Em, but I have a feeling you might have conquered your prudishness. Have to see if you can do this while sober but the signs look promising” I whispered in her ear as I repeatedly filled her pussy with my hard meat.
“Oh, I think you’re right, thanks to you Daddy Don” she groaned in reply and a minute later I felt her teeth clamp on my shoulder and her pussy contract on my cock as she came.
When her spasms subsided I figured now was the time to approach her on what I’d been desiring since first seeing her beautiful round ass. I re-positioned my body so my torso was perpendicular to the bed while kneeling on the bed as I continued to drive my full length inside her. After a minute or two my hands grabbed behind her knees and pushed her legs up to her chest. That allowed me to go even deeper in her tight little pussy and it felt so good that even though I wanted more I had to savor this for a little longer.
It worked out well for with her body the way it was Emily was soon crying out loudly and when I accidentally slipped out of her she gushed out a large volume of liquid soaking us both. Her face became even redder than it had been before.
“Sorry” she said quietly.
“Don’t be” I replied. “That’s a remnant of prudishness speaking. Remember that you are a sexual and desirable woman who’s in touch with her feelings and is proud when she squirts from a good fucking.”
“Okay, you’re right, I guess. Thanks Daddy Don for reminding me.”
“No problem Em, just doing my part.”
While I continued to hold her legs against her chest I shifted my body and climbed off the bed which let me lean in and kiss her soaked pussy. Eagerly I lapped up her juices until my chin was wet from them before moving a couple of inches south where my tongue flicked her brown hole.
“D-d-don, what are you doing?” she asked with a trace of panic in her voice.
I continued to lick her ass for another minute before pulling my tongue back so I could reply.
“It seems pretty clear that I’m giving you a rim job Emily. Why?”
“I don’t know, you aren’t planning to do anything, are you?”
“Uh oh, looks like I was wrong after all about you. Maybe Malcolm was right after all if me licking your ass is enough to bug you out.”
“No, it’s just that back when I dated that jerk in high school he talked me into letting him, you know, and it hurt a lot.”
“Do you mean you let him fuck your ass, is that what you meant?”
“Yes” she admitted sheepishly.
“I admit I do find that surprising Em that you let him.”
“I know and the truth is I let him do that before I let him do it the normal way. I heard that was a good way to keep a boy interested but stay a virgin.”
“Some girls just give blowjobs instead though I wish back when I was in high school the girls had done it your way.”
Now as this conversation went on I was licking her tight little butt hole as she spoke and stopping as I did and the longer it went on she began to squirm so I decided to up the ante and tickle her with my fingertip making her even crazier.
“He talked me into it and I only did it that one time” she gasped as I gently prodded her.
“Well I hope you’re not comparing me to him. I would think that I have a little more class than a high school boy and can do a better job.”
“Oh you’re in a whole different league, but you’re bigger than he was so it’s bound to hurt more.”
“Please Em, give me a little credit. Just relax and let me work my magic. If at any time you want me to stop all you’ll have to do is ask. Okay?” I said as I slid my index finger in her pussy to lubricate it.
“What the hell, why not I guess. I’ve done everything else tonight. But please go slow.”
“Of course my dear” I told her as I slid from her pussy and next pushed my fingertip in her tight backdoor. “Relax sweetie, I can feel you tensing up.”
“Sorry Daddy Don, I’m trying.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t you hold your legs to your chest to free both my hands.”
Once she did I was able to slide two fingers in her hungry pussy as the finger from my other hand continued to probe her ass. While doing this I would occasionally flick her clit with my tongue and soon Emily was getting into it judging by her moans and how her juices were dripping anew. Realizing that I had to keep moving forward I managed to squeeze a second finger in her ass and began to slide them in and out. As she began to loosen up I started sucking hard on her clit and the stimulation from both her holes being finger fucked at the same time proved too much for her to handle.
I’m not sure how many orgasms she had previously but this one was a doozy. Her internal muscles clamped so hard on my fingers that they were held hostage and her body thrashed about while she wailed like a drunken banshee. I waited until she calmed before moving my face close to hers and speaking.
“Well what do you say Emily, any chance I can fill that hot ass of your’s?”
“The way I feel right now I’d let you do whatever you want.”
My face broke into an ear to ear grin on hearing that and I wasted little time in getting in the proper position. The only change from our previous position when I’d been fucking her on the bed was that I slipped a pillow under her ass to raise it off the mattress some. The head of my cock was now brushing against her backdoor but I made sure to resume playing with her pussy before attempting to penetrate her butt.
So for the next minute I jammed my fingers deep in her and as she got into it I began pushing into her sphincter. She grunted and groaned a little but I slowly continued until my head forced past the ring and disappeared in her anus. Once that happened I stopped pushing but kept my hand busy playing with her. By watching her face I saw she was handling it well so I resumed my effort and worked some more cock in her until half my length was inside her.
It felt so awesome on my flesh, tight and hot and forbidden. My hips then began to slowly work back and forth while my brain thought ‘Yes I’m fucking Emily in the ass!’ In spite of me taking it easy and only being partially in her I was having to put in my best effort not to cum from her being so tight. The girl must poop only tiny rabbit pellets from how small her channel felt to me. Not that it was a bad thing, just I had to go nice and slow, sliding half my length in before pulling out and leaving only my head ensconced.
My fingers continued to probe her pussy and by this time I had curled them so they could stimulate her g-spot with each thrust. The next time she squirted I took the opportunity to work my cock deeper in her ass until with a final push my balls hit her ass. I waited a minute as her body adjusted to this further intrusion before moving more though by this time I knew she was handling it well.
“Oh my hot little Emily, I want you to do something baby. Use one arm and hand to hold your legs in place so you can play with your hairless pussy with the other. Can you do that for me baby?”
She opened her half lidded eyes and nodded to me. “Yes I can do it Daddy Don.”
“That’s a good, naughty girl Em” I said as I removed my fingers from her and brought them to her mouth.
There was no need for me to say anything this time as she parted her lips and swallowed them, her tongue licking them clean. Once they were I removed my fingers and grabbed hold of her hips with both hands as I adjusted my hips slightly.
“Well, how do you taste Em? I asked you before but you didn’t answer me.”
“Hmm, I taste awesome Daddy Don” she replied fighting back laughter it seemed to me.
But she did as I asked and brought her hand to her sopping pussy and began to pet it.
“Oh fuck Emily! Your hot little ass is going to make me cum. I’m going to give you a cum enema baby girl” I grunted as I felt my face flush while my heart beat like a jackhammer gone wild.
After another few thrusts my body stiffened as I swelled in her anal vise then my balls released their load. My head fired it deep inside her and irrigated her bowels with my white, sticky fluid. In spite of me gasping for breath from my exertions I had to lean in and kiss her sweet, burning lips again. Her hand ran through my hair while we kissed and our bodies slowly came down from the heights of passion.
Finally with a groan I withdrew what was left of my erection from her and managed to roll onto my back. Leaving no doubt that she had overcome her prudishness, at least for this night, Emily crawled between my legs and took hold of my spent cock. After locking her blue eyes on my more pedestrian brown ones she started licking and sucking on my cock which had just sodomized her. After a minute of this beautiful torture Emily stretched out beside me and rested her auburn hair on my shoulder while keeping hold of my cock.
“That was so nice Daddy Don” she whispered in a sleepy voice. “You’re staying the night, right?”
“I’d love to baby girl, if you want. I have to be back on duty at seven in the morning so if I don’t stay here I’d have to sleep on a chair in the locker room downstairs to make it back in time. Of course I’d much rather be with you than a lonely old chair.”
“Good, you stay here. My alarm is set for early anyway and this way you can shower in the morning.”
“That’s a good thing, otherwise all day people would give me strange looks for smelling like Emily in heat.”
She giggled and snuggled closer to me as I closed my eyes and let the sandman take me away. The next morning I actually woke before the alarm for my body was trained to rise early in order for me to make it to work on time. I smiled as I took in the wonderful sight of Em’s naked sleeping body as I slid out of bed. After a quick shower I crept back into the room and gathered my clothes together. I dressed in the living room before silently exiting the apartment.
The electric razor I kept in my locker came in handy as I shaved after which I headed to the lobby. I could tell by Stan’s expression he was jealous but what can I say. It’s good to be Don the doorman. To make it up to him I bought him a coffee and bagel to go with my own before assuming my place at the front desk.
Later that morning Emily approached the desk after she left the elevator and it was the normal version with not a hair out of place but there was a look of uncertainty on her flawless face.
“Good morning miss” I said to her, my face a mask.
“Morning. I just want to thank you for last night. I know I wasn’t myself and you were very helpful.”
“Not at all miss, I assure you the pleasure was all mine” I replied and though my expression remained impassive my eyes reflected a lot more.
“No Don, not only your’s.”
After saying that she turned and headed to the door which Jose held open for her. Later it was around noon and I was manning the front door so Jose could eat when he approached me.
“Don, you have a call on the lobby phone. She says she’s a tenant and asked for you by name.”
“Okay thanks. Once I take the call I’ll come back to the door.”
“Hello this is Don, how may I help you?” I spoke into the receiver.
“Hi Don, this is Emily. I was wondering if I might have your cell number. There’s something I wish to send you.”
“Certainly miss” I replied after which I told her what she wanted.
It was around twenty minutes later and I was back at the front door when I felt my phone vibrate and before I could get to answer it happened again. Opening it I saw I had received two messages with attachments. The first was a picture of what appeared to be two bare female legs sitting on a toilet with a vibrator between them and the second showed the same vibrator buried inside one of the sweetest, barest pussies I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. This picture had a text message which read ‘Don, I bought a vibrator today but I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. Maybe you can help me later. Em’
My fingers quickly tapped out a reply as I felt my groin swell with blood. ‘I’ll be glad to assist you anytime Emily. What time will you be arriving this evening?’
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