Slash Fiction Ch. 03: The Search for Spunk

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I graduated from college three years ago. Until last year, I could only find part-time work, so I lived with my parents. During that time, my sister Judy and I started a sexual relationship that neither of us wanted to end. The fact that we weren’t found out was a little luck but a lot of caution on our part, including her going on the Pill a few days later. We love and care about each other, too, but it was mainly about the sex. Last year, I got a full-time job, but it was an hour away, in the Cleveland suburbs. A few months ago, I got my annual review, and the raise was enough that I could finally afford a studio apartment here in town. They all helped me move, even my brother Tim, who was on break from another college. Last weekend was the first time Judy was able to come see me by herself. She graduates from college next month, and she had an interview with another company in the area.

Judy has a late class on Thursday, and it was raining everywhere in northern Ohio, so she didn’t get here till almost ten o’clock. That didn’t stop us from holding each other close and French-kissing as soon as she got through the door. We’d both missed each other terribly. I didn’t even care that my clothes were soaked just from the contact with hers. By the time she had her interview clothes hung up, it was past ten-thirty. There’s only one bed here, so we shared it, but she was worn out from the drive. We fell asleep together.

My alarm woke us in the morning. I felt a hand on my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked to the side. “Good morning, Chad,” Judy said.

“Morning, sexy,” I told her, and I kissed her.

“No time now,” she said. “You’ve got a job, and I hope to have one at the end of the day.” I rubbed her butt. “Tonight,” she said.

When I came home from work, I thought I was in the wrong apartment. There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress. Judy stepped out of the bathroom. She came up to me and greeted me. “You’re home!”

I put my arms around her and we had a long kiss. “How’d the interview go?” I asked.

“Hard to tell,” Judy said. “I felt like I got a little chatty toward the end, but I think I had good answers and good questions.”

“In that case, you might wanna know that Jeopardy’s having try-outs here next month.”

“Very funny. Hopefully, I’ll have a reason to be in town by then!”

“Speaking of the town,” I continued, “what did you have in mind for the weekend?”

“I told Mom and Dad not to expect me back till Sunday. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“I kept my weekend open, so we can do whatever we want. It was too late to get theater tickets, but-“

“Theater tickets?” Judy asked.

“You remember that fantasy you told me about? Part of it was seeing a musical in person. Plus, I remember coming home from college one Friday night, and you were at school for their production of Les Miz.”

“Oh, right! I wasn’t in the show; I was just working on the scenery. But you remembered that?”

“I love you, Judy. I was paying attention even before I knew you felt the same way.”

Judy squealed, “Chad!” and squeezed my waist. She hadn’t gotten any taller since I moved, so her head was still up against my chest. “I love you, too! I was so happy this morning. For all the times we had sex, that’s only the second or third time we’ve woken up together. It was so nice to see your face the first thing. I think that’s why I was so upbeat at the interview!”

“Anyway, the other part of the fantasy was that a tall, handsome guy takes you to dinner, so I made reservations at a seafood place downtown. The food’s pretty good, but what makes it special is that it’s on Lake Erie, and I mean right on it. You can actually see the lake from some tables. And I got one of those tables.”

“What time?”

“The earliest they could get us in was 7:30.”

Judy looked at her watch. “It’s six o’clock now. How’s the traffic there?”

“I don’t know, but if we’re early, we can probably find something to do for a while.”

“In the car? Gross!”

“I didn’t mean that!” I insisted. “There are shops we could look at.” As it turned out, the traffic near the ballpark was just enough that we didn’t have to wait long after we got to the restaurant. We talked about my job, the company she interviewed with and what had been going on at home since I moved. (Not much, apart from Tim introducing his new girlfriend to them.) They also had a ballroom. Neither one of us will ever dance on Broadway, but it was fun being able to make sensual moves without worrying that someone who knew us both would be creeped out.

The latest Galaxy Corps movie had just come out on DVD. I could have paid to watch it on cable, but I saved it as a back-up plan in case we couldn’t get in to see a show. We picked it up on the way back, but by the time we got home, it was almost 10:30, and the movie was nearly three hours long. We watched the special features, and student sex parties porno I put the disc back in the case.

“You know, there’s something I never thought to ask you,” I said. “I let it slip one time that I used to think about you while I was jacking off. What did you think about when you fantasized about me?”

“Well, my favorite was pretty much what we did tonight, except I’d have a sexier dress for you to take off of me at the end of the night.”

“That dress is plenty sexy,” I told her. “There’s a reason three different waiters dropped trays when they were crossing the room.”

“You’re just saying that,” Judy said.

Her dress was red, and the neckline was low enough and wide enough that I could lean in and caress her breast without moving the fabric at all. “A sexy dress on a sexy woman,” I said. I lifted her hand and put it on my dick. “And in case you had any doubt …”

“I also thought about sitting in the back of a porno theatre with you and blowing you while the people up front listened.”

“Dammit, I checked the wrong theaters’ listings,” I told her.

“I thought of it one time when I was heading for lunch. The adult bookstore was about halfway between my 11 o’clock class one semester and a McDonald’s. I knew what kind of stuff went on in the viewing rooms, and when I pictured us that night, I changed it to a movie house.”

I took the conversation in a new direction. “So, what would you do when you were thinking about us?”

Judy smiled, because she knew what I was up to. “When I had the porno theater fantasy, I’d usually be sitting on my bed. I’d imagine you in the seat next to me and lean down. I’d unbuckle your pants and fish your dick out of your underwear. I always go commando in this fantasy, so I’d move up, and soon you’d have your fingers inside my pussy. Of course, my real fingers would be there while I was imagining this. Sometimes while I was fingering myself, my arm would go up against my boob, and I’d think it was the arm rest between two seats. My head goes up and down while my fingers go in and out. If my self-control is good enough that day, I’m able to stop long enough that I can pretend you just came in my mouth. I smack my lips just to show you that I swallowed it all, and then I climb onto your lap. By now, if I have any underwear on in real life, there’s usually a wet spot on them, so I take them off.”

I looked down and asked, “Like right now?”

She hiked her dress up over her waist. “Yeah, like right now.”

“So what are you waiting for?” I asked. Judy pulled her underwear off. I tossed them in my hamper. I pulled my pants down and took her spot on the recliner.

She knelt at the side of the recliner. She tried to lean over and suck me, but she couldn’t reach that far. “Push the seat back,” she said. I did, and she was able to reach me with only minimal effort. She stroked it once and then licked the head. She looked up at me and I nodded.

“Yes, please,” I said. “It’s been a long three months.”

“I know,” Judy said. “I’ve missed you so much.” She tickled my balls and then slowly took my entire shaft into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. I reached around and found her pussy. I ran my fingers over her pussy hair. It was as soft as I remembered. I rubbed her pussy lips, and they were even softer than I remembered. Once I got three fingers in her, she let me out of her mouth and said, “I want you!” I spread my legs. Judy got up and pulled her dress over her head.

“I’ll do laundry tomorrow,” I told her.

Now she had nothing on but the pink bra that I’d seen briefly when I’d pulled the seat out for her at the restaurant. “Go ahead,” she told me.

I put my hands on her hips. I looked up and told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, but right now, more than anything else, I just plain want you.” She sat on my lap and gripped the arms of the chair while I separated her pussy lips with my fingers. I hadn’t seen that beautiful pink flesh in a few months even before I moved out. Not that we hadn’t had sex, I just hadn’t done the look-in lately. I moved my hands up to her back, just below the back part of her bra. Judy reached behind her to undo her bra, and I took the opportunity to shake my pants down to my ankles. They’d gotten rather uncomfortable by now. “You wanted to know what I do when I’m thinking about us? Well, I pay so much attention to my pussy that my breasts don’t get much attention. How ’bout fixing that?”

I leaned forward and kissed each nipple. She held my head in the way some guys do when they’re getting a blow job. I put a third finger in her pussy and pumped while I sucked her hard nipples. I accidentally hit my cock on the side of the chair, and I pulled back. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” I told Judy.

“I can’t take any more,” she said. “Let’s go to bed!” She was already naked, and she ran to the bed. “What’s keeping you, Lover?” she asked.

“You were so nice cleaning up that I hate submissive cuckolds porno to leave my clothes lying around,” I answered.

“That can wait till morning,” she said. “I can’t!”

When I got to the bed, Judy was already on her back with her legs spread. I jumped on top of her, not even caring which body parts came in contact. I was just so happy to be with her again. She wrapped her arms around me, and we had a series of short but soulful kisses. She ran her fingers up and down my spine, making my cock even harder. I was afraid I’d come just from that! I sat up straight and looked at her. “My God, I’ve missed that beautiful body,” I told her.

“I’ve missed yours too,” she said. “I went to a gay porn site just so I could look at a chest that was almost as hairy as yours.”

“Don’t get any more ideas,” I told her. “Incest is one thing, but I’m just not into guys. At all.”

Judy turned over and said, “There goes my fantasy about you and Tim,” with a laugh.

I couldn’t tell whether she was joking, so I didn’t say anything. She raised her ass in the air. For no other reason than her joke, if it was one, I had less than zero interest in anal sex at this moment, so I pointed my cock up and forward. I found her pussy and slid in. “I can’t remember,” I said. “Have we ever done it doggy style before?” She didn’t answer right away. “I mean, besides in your ass?”

“Well, I know we’ve done it like this in the shower, but that was more leaning than kneeling,” Judy said. Now that we were conversing as well as fucking, I wasn’t going quite as fast, and I had a little more self-control. I moved my hips around so I was reaching different parts with each thrust. On one thrust, she rose up. “That was new!” she said.

“You like it?” I asked, as if I needed to.

“Hell, yeah!” she answered. I planted my knees and started fucking just for that spot. “Oh … oh … right there, honey!”

I pulled up a little so I could go deeper. Suddenly, I had an image, and I shared it. “Hey, Tim, what are you doing here?” I said. Then I said in a nasal voice, “I was hoping for a piece of the action!” (I used to tease Tim because he had kind of a nasal tone when he was younger.) “Well, let’s ask Judy,” I said. “You mind if he joins us?”

“Mind? Hell, I’ve been dreaming about it!” Judy acted like she was taking his dick in her mouth and did that thing that’s supposed to look like it’s poking at her cheek.

“Damn, that’s a fine ass, isn’t it?” asked “Tim.”

Before I could answer for myself, Judy said, “Yeah, and I bet you’d like to fuck it!”

“Not till I’m done with it,” I said.

Judy turned her head back and said, “Who says I meant mine?”

“Hey!” was all I could answer. Then I acted like I felt a dick behind me. “Hey!” I said again, but in a tone suggesting that I liked it.

“Oh, sure, a dick in my ass is hot, but your ass is a different story, isn’t it?” Judy joked.

I kept fucking her pussy, but now I moved my back like I was getting fucked. “Oh, … oh, yeah, … uh, Judy? Tim and I would like some time alone, if you don’t mind.”

Judy pulled away. She turned around and pushed me onto my back. “Oh, no, you don’t, you sons of bitches! You’re gonna fuck me, and then he’s gonna fuck me, then you’re gonna fuck me again, and no one’s fucking anyone but me!”

As she mounted me, I said, “Um, I think you may have hurt Tim.”

“Oh, sorry, Tim, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Not his feelings. I mean you just pushed me on top of him!” I arched my back to give him a chance to extricate himself. “Okay, he’s gone now.”

“Good,” Judy said. “I want you all to myself.” She had me inside her and she started using me as her toy again.

“You have me all to yourself,” I said seriously.

“I want this job so bad,” she said in between bounces.

“Why’s that?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“I want you to come inside me,” she groaned.

“Not sure I see the connection,” I joked.

“Sorry, I meant, if I get this job, we’ll never have to be apart.”

“I’d like that,” I said. I raised my hips and added, “About that cum you wanted.”

She had her hands on my forearms. She mashed her hips against mine, saying, “I want it all. I don’t want anyone else to get it, ever again.”

I could see my cum flowing back out of her and over my cock. I reached up and put my hands on her back. The way she was holding me, I couldn’t get my fingertips to her spine, let alone get my hands together. “That’d be fine with me,” I told her.

“We’ll need a bigger place,” she said.

“I know. This is barely big enough for me, let alone two people.”

Judy continued my sentence with a smile. “Or three.”

“Wait. What? Are you-?”

“No, not right now!” Judy answered. She reached down and squeezed my dick. “But maybe …”

“We’ve had this discussion before. We’re not just going to do this on the spur of the moment,” I insisted.

She put her taboo heat porno index finger over my mouth. “I didn’t mean tonight, either. I’m still on the Pill, you know. I just meant I’d like it. You, me, white picket fence. With those muscles, I bet you could build one hell of a swing set.”

Now I was starting to see it. Judy was sitting on the back porch with two young kids while Tim held a board in place and I hammered the last nail into place. I lifted my head from the pillow and shook out my hair.

“Swing that hammer, Thor!” she said. She’d read my mind!

“And you’ll bring me lemonade when I’m done?” I asked.

“Lemonade’s only the beginning of your reward,” Judy said. “Why do you think we end up with two kids instead of one?”

“I’m sold,” I told her. I rolled her onto her back, my dick not fully erect, but still inside her. “I bet you could find work here even if you don’t get the job you came for.”

“And I’d have someone I want to come home to,” Judy said. “And wake up next to.” I was hard again, and I started fucking her again. “Speaking of pounding things,” she said with a smile.

“Hell, yeah,” I told her. “We’ve got a space ship to staff!”

Judy laughed. “I hadn’t thought about those stories in a year!”

“That’s funny,” I said, “because I can’t see a promo for Galaxy Corps without thinking about them.”

I could feel her tits against my chest. She was tickling my spine again, and this time she got my butt. “Fill me up, Sweetie! Don’t stop till I’m overflowing!”

“Damn right,” I told her. “By summer’s end, you’ll need loose clothes. By Christmas, you’ll have to turn sideways to get through my door.”

“Oh, shit!” Judy shouted.

“It’s great not having to worry about Mom and Dad hearing us, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah! Come in my cunt! Come in my cunt!”

“I’m going to!” I told her. “I’ve got a few million troops heading your way right now!” Then I let out an unintelligible string of sounds as I fired my photon torpedo into her warp core. I rolled off her, and we went to sleep. We’d both had a long day, but we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

This time I woke up first. I lay there and looked at her eyelids, wanting to be the first thing she saw when she awoke. I could hear her soft breathing and wondered if she was dreaming anything as strange as our new reality. When she opened her eyes, I said, “Good morning, beautiful!” and she smiled.

“It sure is,” she said.

We had breakfast, watched the DVD and went to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Since I only moved in a few months ago, I hadn’t had much opportunity to visit it myself. For supper, we bought hot dogs from a street vendor and then we walked on the dunes by the lake. While we were there, Judy ran several yards ahead of me, right by the water. I could see her put her hand in her purse and feel around for something. “You remember you said you’d give me what I want, as long as I suggested it when we weren’t getting ready to have sex?”

“Yeah …,” I said.

Judy pulled out something circular and threw it into the lake. She walked back toward me. “Chance are, nothing’ll happen tonight, but … there, I said it. Are you gonna keep your word?”

“You haven’t said anything,” I pointed out.

Judy put her hands on my arms. “Darn you. Alright, I want to have completely unprotected sex. I want you to fill me with sperm when there might possibly be an ovum waiting for you. What do you say, Chad?”

I walked to her, put my arms around her and said, “I love you. I’d do it even if I hadn’t promised.”

Judy put her hand between us and felt my cock. “Looks like you’re ready!”

“Well, not yet. I don’t want to get arrested!” I told her. She laughed, and we had a brief kiss. We kept walking, but now we were hand in hand. We’d said we loved each other so many times, but this was different. We were really and truly in love. Once in a while, I’d turn toward her and pick her up. I love the feel of her petite frame, and she loves feeling my muscles over her back.

The last time I put her down, she spun around. “You’re so beautiful when you do that,” I said. “Even though I know what you look like naked, I’d love it if you wore a bikini the next time we come here. I want to see the shape of your sexy body when you twirl.”

Judy let loose with a lawyer-friendly excerpt from “The Sound of Music”. “The next time we come here, my body might not be bikini-ready,” she said with a smile.

“It will be,” I told her. “You could be a month overdue, and you’ll still be sexy.”

“God, I wish you’d take me right now,” she said.

It took all my strength not to give in to her. “If you wear a bikini, I’ll bring the blanket,” I told her.

When we got home, neither of us could wait any more. It was like a contest to see who could get naked faster, but we didn’t really notice who won or lost. As soon as we were on my bed, we were kissing and grabbing each other. “Oh, Chad,” Judy sighed. “This is so wonderful.”

“I know,” I said. “It feels like … like … we just got engaged.”

“We can’t be, but I know what you mean,” she said. She was lying on her back, and I got between her legs. “That’s okay. Our kids will have our name, and if anyone calls me ‘Mrs.,’ I just won’t correct ’em. Besides, I don’t see a ring!”

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** This story doesn’t include my previous characters (Laura and Tori), but it is another topic that has always fascinated me. I’m still new to this and would love to get any constructive feedback! I’m always curious about the ratio of plot to sexual activity, so let me know if I should add more of one or the other. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. **

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Things haven’t been the same since my parents separated. I’ve always known them as Mom and Dad, but lately it’s just Mom or just Dad. They never seemed to get along when I was growing up, and now that I’ve just turned 18 they decided to officially divorce. Since I’m no longer a “kid”, they thought I could handle it. I feel like they were wrong in assuming that just because I’ve turned 18 that I’m not their little girl.

I spend half of each month with my mom and the other half with my dad. It’s the most annoying thing to have to switch between the two houses constantly, and I feel like neither of their houses are really home to me. Mom has already started dating new guys, which feels so awkward. Seeing another man with my mom is something I guess I’m going to have to get used to.

“Hey, Claire, how are you doing?” my friend Melanie asked after our last class ended for the day.

“I feel like that’s the only question I’m getting asked lately.” I sighed and turned away from her. “I’m doing fine. It’s not easy, but I’ll get through it.”

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You can talk to me about anything if you need to.” Melanie gave a sympathetic smile and softly patted my shoulder. Melanie was the person I could always confide in about things. She knows my family pretty well, especially since we’ve been friends since kindergarten. Even though we’re seniors in high school, things really haven’t changed much between us.

“My dad’s picking me up today and hates when I make him wait for me. I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I walked over to the parking lot where my dad was waiting in his Tesla.

My dad is a hardworking guy and is one of the best software engineers at some fancy tech company. I respect his ability to make enough money for us to live a comfortable life, but that doesn’t reduce the fact that he can be kind of pushy and impatient. Maybe he works too much. Maybe that’s the reason Mom finally got fed up.

“Claire, finally. Come on, we’ve got to get going. I have some work to finish up when we get home.” He seemed just about as grumpy as usual. I’ve seen worse from him, though.

“I had a good day, thanks for asking!” I sarcastically remarked after his inviting greeting. I sat stiffly in the car and looked out the window.

The divorce has made him even more bitter, he probably senses that Mom is out with new guys. I wonder why he doesn’t go out with new women, now that he’s single? Well, what do I know, maybe he does when I’m not around. Although you’d think he’d be less irritable if he was having some fun in life.

“Sorry, honey. I know I haven’t been the most pleasant person to be around lately. You know how it is… With work, the divorce… It’s hard.”

I looked over at him and his face turned solemn yet blank as he drove. I felt bad for him. He had a good life, a beautiful wife, a family. “It’s okay, Dad. I know it’s hard. I love you, okay?” I smiled at him, perhaps he would turn his head for a second and see it. He did.

“Thanks, Claire. You’re doing well with all of this. I’m really proud of you. You’re growing up to be such a great woman.”

We arrived home; I went to my room and Dad went to his study to do work. He usually stays in his study all night long, until he finally goes to bed around midnight. After a stressful day, I just really wanted to close my bedroom door and masturbate. Being a girl, and a shy one, it’s sometimes hard to feel comfortable with masturbating, but I’ve been slowly trying to get the hang of doing it more often. I only recently started since I saw an article online about sexual health, and since I’m not sexually active, I thought I should release my tension by my own means.

I teach that-bitch porno checked the hallway and quietly closed my door, then jumped back into my bed with my laptop. I put my earbuds in, searched for something to watch, and relaxed. I lay there with all my clothes on, but soon I could feel the warmth between my legs. I soon crept my hand into my pants and into my underwear, biting my lip when I felt how much wetness had accumulated only in a matter of minutes. I slowly began to rub on the area around my clit, only brushing over it for a second, to tease myself. My legs bent and spread wide open was quite the sight, as a mirror was opposite of my bed and I could see myself committing dirty acts. I felt so unlike myself when I masturbated; I turned into a lustful whore, one that wanted to be fucked senseless.

I started to ignore the pornographic sounds in my earbuds and focused solely on my internal fantasy with my eyes closed. I imagined myself being tied to my bed, helpless and vulnerable, spread eagle. Guys lined up outside my door, waiting to take their turn with me, jacking off as they watched the guy before them fucking my brains out. Each one would just use me and ignore my pleas for a gentle touch, slamming their pelvises into my sweet spot, forcing me to reluctantly cum all over their throbbing dicks. They’d dump their load in me and the next one would be on me without hesitation.

This fantasy made my hand move quickly, alternating between thrusting in and out and making circles on my clit. I was getting close to climax when I opened my eyes. My door was ajar. I stopped immediately.

My door was closed wasn’t it?

I specifically remember closing it.

Or had I?

I threw my blankets over me and quickly put my clothes on. I stepped out of my bed and quietly stepped over to my door, tapped it so it opened slowly, and peered out. The hall was empty. My heart was beating heavily, and I was trying to be as quiet as possible because every sound I made felt so loud for some reason. To calm my nerves I told myself that my dad had not seen what I was doing and that the door either opened on its own or I had not closed it all the way. I couldn’t imagine the level of embarrassment I’d feel if my dad had seen me like that.

“Are you not that hungry?” my dad asked as I got up to bring my plate to the kitchen.

I avoided eye contact, still feeling uneasy about what happened before dinner. “No, I’m not really feeling well, I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Want some sleeping pills? That will probably help you sleep through whatever sickness you’re feeling.” He got up to get some from the bathroom cabinet. I did have trouble with insomnia, and with all this added anxiety I might as well take some to help me sleep through the night.

“Thanks Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” I took the pills before leaving the dining room. Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget all about that stupid door being ajar. Although I don’t know if I can get the courage to masturbate while anyone is home ever again. The idea of my dad seeing me naked, let alone touching myself, made me shiver and gave me a restless feeling in my stomach.

I went to my room and changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts before laying down in my bed. I was feeling really tired and nauseous, and once I closed my eyes it wasn’t hard to fall asleep.

After what felt like many hours, I awoke, or at least I think I did, feeling stiff and constrained. I felt a bit dizzy and my vision wasn’t entirely clear. What’s going on? Why do I feel so… good, yet bad at the same time? After a few seconds, things started clearing up and I realized what was happening. Someone was touching me. The lights weren’t on and my eyes were struggling to adjust to the darkness. I could tell that my shorts were off and my t-shirt had been pushed up to my neck, my C-cup breasts exposed. I felt the breeze from my fan hitting my chest and causing my nipples to harden. A soft wetness was brushing against my clit again and again. It was a tongue, lapping furiously teamskeet porno at my cunt, giving me amazing sensations. Once I noticed how good it felt, my hips started to push up in reaction and my muscles tensed. I was so scared, which kept my orgasm from coming too quickly, but I felt it start to rise. How could I orgasm at a time like this?!

I began to moan, almost involuntarily, and tried to figure out what to do in the midst of this huge distraction. I wanted to push the person away, but my hands were bound above my head. My feet felt free, so I tried to kick the person away, but they immediately grabbed my ankles and held them down, then spread them wider so my pussy was on full display. I felt so vulnerable and violated, yet I was more turned on than I’d ever been. It was becoming more difficult to hold back my orgasm. All of my senses were heightened in this time of fear, confusion, and arousal. The tongue pressed harder onto my clit, going quicker, and I felt a finger slide into me.

I moaned again, “Please, please stop… I can’t- I can’t handle it much longer… Please!” I felt a few tears slide down my cheeks, not out of sadness, just panic.

Suddenly my orgasm came over me and my hips bucked, yet they continued to lick me up and down. I was squirming so much but not getting anywhere. After my orgasm calmed down, I lay there, struggling to keep my legs closed, but they held them open. My eyes were slowly starting to adjust, finally, and I tried to focus on my attacker.

“Even more beautiful than when I watched from before.”

I recognized his voice. “Dad? Dad! What the hell are you doing! Get off me!”

He ignored my anger and gazed in between my legs. I felt my shyness reach a new level. “Please.. don’t look. That’s so embarrassing, stop it! Don’t look at me!” I screamed at him.

“You have the prettiest pink pussy, Claire. I love it. And you taste amazing, too. Try not to scream, though, or I’ll have to punish you more.” He seemed so calm, as if he had no inkling that what he was doing was wrong.

“Dad… please… Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.

“Now that your mother and I are divorced, my sex life is basically non existent. I was hoping you could help me with that.” Even though what he was doing was crazy, his voice didn’t sound crazy. He sounded like he just wanted my help, like he was asking me to get the newspaper for him or help him do the dishes.

His tone gave me an odd sense of comfort. I didn’t know how to feel anymore.

“And I saw you earlier today, touching yourself, and it sent me over the edge. God, you’re beautiful. Your little 18 year old body, writhing as you pleased yourself. You looked so different doing that. Claire, have you been with any guys before? Just be honest, I don’t care if you have or not.”

I hesitated, fidgeting a little, still aware that my naked body was out in the open. “No… I haven’t.”

“Did you ever want to try anything sexual? I thought this could be a two-way street. You can try things with someone you can trust, and I can relieve some of the sexual frustrations I’ve been having.” As he spoke he started to stroke my pussy, slowly on my clit, driving me mad. His fingers were so experienced and felt so good, even better than mine.

“That… feels really good…” I said, softly, my mind going to the lustful place as it does when I masturbate.

He continued to stroke me, as I faintly heard his pants unzipping. I couldn’t focus on anything but the good sensations I felt between my legs. How could he reduce my fear to dust so suddenly? Why was I letting this happen? It’s almost as if I wanted it. But I couldn’t let myself believe that. This was NOT what I wanted. He was violating me, my arms were literally bound. I couldn’t do anything about what was happening to me.

His fingers continued to glide seamlessly in between my lips, spreading them and teasing me. I could now see almost perfectly, even in the darkness. His boxers formed a perfect tent where his penis was begging to come out. He slipped out of his boxers and I stared tecavuz porno at his length in awe, never having seen this up close before. For some reason I desperately wanted to feel it. Anywhere. These dirty thoughts made me feel sick, but I couldn’t help it.

“Are you going to take my virginity?” I asked, still a trace of fear in my voice. “I don’t think I’m ready for that. We can do that another time, okay? Please?”

“I think you can handle it. You’re grown up, now. It’ll only hurt for a little while at first. Don’t be scared.” His voice was so calming and soothing. He bent over to kiss me, a soft kiss that felt loving. “This is a really special experience we can have as father and daughter. We can connect in a more intimate way.”

There was a voice in the back of my head telling me that this was crazy and I was crazy. But, strangely, what he said made sense to me and made me want it. Our family was so broken now. Maybe this could help me feel closer to my dad, and make him less angry all the time. I wanted to make him happy, and I wanted to feel good in a way that I couldn’t do for myself.

I nodded slowly and tugged at my arms in their restraints. “Can you let me go, at least?”

“As a reward, I will let you go.”

Now I felt like I was working towards something. Once he let me go, this could be over, and I could try and forget about it. I had mixed feelings of eagerness to feel him inside of me, yet also wanting it to just be over.

He started to rub the tip of his head against me, and I was surprised at how wet I still was. No matter how much I told myself I didn’t want this, my body was telling the truth of how horny I was for my dad’s cock. He slowly started to insert himself inside of me, putting my legs on his shoulders. He stared at our sexes touching, becoming one, then looked at me as he thrust all the way into me. My eyes widened from the slight pain and the new feeling, I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. He grabbed my boobs as he began to fuck me, then leaned down to bite on my nipples softly at first, then biting hard and rough.

He did not take his time going gentle for too long, as he quickly started to thrust in and out of my cunt, making me feel more sore with every movement. I moaned in enjoyment and pain, “Please, Dad, go softer? It hurts!” My request was ignored as he began to untie my wrists, and immediately flipped me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up, my bare butt against him, my face pushed against the bed. I was only relieved of the pain for a few seconds, as he thrust himself back into me again and again, grabbing onto my hips for leverage.

I groaned into the pillow, feeling an orgasm start to build up, surprised at how good it felt behind the pain of his roughness. “Dad, please, I can’t hold it, I’m going to…”

“Don’t cum yet. Cum and you get spanked.” It was too late. I was already cumming, and he knew immediately from my moans and the wetness that built up inside of me.

“You didn’t listen.” He spanked my ass hard, twice, and my cheeks burned, causing me to shriek in response.

He continued to thrust harder, and in this position it was hitting the perfect spot, making me fear another orgasm (and another spanking). “Please! If you keep doing that I can’t help it!” there was a sound of tears in my voice. “Be gentle with me!” I tried to pull away, but he grabbed me back before I could.

This only entertained him more, causing him to throb harder. “With that kind of talk you’re going to cause me to lose it, too.”

He steadied his pace, but that almost made it worse for me, and caused my next orgasm to creep up slowly. “I’m really going to cum again, please don’t spank me.”

“You cum when I tell you to.”

I tried to hold it back as best as I could, as I gripped the sheets and drooled on my pillow case. I felt him start to thrust quicker again, noticing his grunts getting louder, and it sounded like he was getting ready to cum too. I was right, and a few seconds later I felt his cock start to pulse, and finally let my orgasm go through me. “Fuck!” he yelled, “Did you cum on me as I came? I didn’t tell you that you could, but it felt amazing. So you only get one spanking.”

He spanked me once, and the sound echoed in my room. He pulled himself out of me, and I felt his fluids drip down my thigh. What had just happened to me?

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My brother had just turned 21, and he was having a Thursday night out on the town to celebrate. He’d invited all of his mates, and pretty much anyone was invited. Me and my friends decided to meet up with him later on in the night. He’d obviously enjoyed himself, as when we bumped into him, he was completely drunk. As you would expect for a 21st birthday celebration.

My friends and I got some drinks, and we danced in a local club along with my brother and friends for a while. Unfortunately he was so drunk, he broke my camera and a bouncer friend of mine asked me to take him home. I was struggling to help him, so a few of his friends offered to help, one of whom was called Chris. I immediately noticed Chris, and how good looking he was. Broad shoulders, muscles, striking green eyes and tousled dark hair. He helped to support my drunken brother, and we chatted a small amount. Anyway, I finally managed to get my brother home and safe in bed, and that was the end of that night.

The next day, I sent a message on Facebook to Chris, telling him thanks for helping me the previous night, and a friend request. We immediately hit it off, and we chatted via Facebook message for around 6 hours straight. We had a lot in common, he was very chatty and friendly, seemed very kind and interested in what I was saying to him. There were a few potential “issues”, one being he was my brothers best mate, or one of them, and also the fact he is 19 and I am nearly 25. This is a fairly big age gap especially for the girl to be this much older. But he is very mature for his age, down to earth and sensible, (most of the time!) he also drives, and has a full time job. He has a good sense of humour, as do I, and this helps to bring us closer.

Now, here’s where our newly found friendship quickly escalates. The Saturday after my brothers birthday, I was out for another night out with some girls, Chris was also out with his friends. I must note, I do not remember too much detail from this night out, but I will try my best to recall.

We were having fun, dancing in the local club, nearing the end of the night. We only saw each other near the end, as we were both with different people in different places. While dancing, we were kissing a cuddling a lot. We barely came up for air, his hands were touching me in my short and tight trademark dress, feeling the outline of my female agent porno slim body, and cupping my smallish breasts. His hands were in my hair, and kissing me so hungrily. I then made the decision I wanted to go home. He lives nearby to where I live, so we got a taxi together. You must realise, I never usually do this kind of thing. I have never had an official one night stand with someone I barely know. But tonight for some reason, I decided to change that.

We arrived at mine, and after a few drunken exchanges, we ended up in my room, in my bed. We, of course, were kissing again. Lots of tender kisses, tongues touching briefly, and then getting stronger and more meaningful. He pulled me on top of him and started grinding his hips against mine, his arms wrapped around me. His hands start wandering, up the backs of my legs, over my bum, pulling my dress up slowly. I rub my body on his and he moans. He reaches behind my back and unzips my dress, I sit up and pull it off over my head. He unclasps my bra and immediately grabs hold of my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, making me moan. All I am wearing is a thong, and his hands run down my sides, to my hips, he grabs my ass cheeks, gently parting them. Then his fingers tease me, slowly pulling aside my thong and touching me, feeling how wet I am.

I grab at his top, desperately trying to pull it off. He helps, and exposes his amazing body, dark hair on his chest running down to his cock, slim stomach, defined muscle. I start kissing his delicious body all over, running my lips down, down, kissing his sides, getting right down to his groin area. I slide my fingers under his belt and tease the tip of his cock. I tug at his jeans and he pulls them down. I kiss all around his cock, not touching it. I can see precum, about to drip. I reach his balls, and kiss them, taking one and sucking it into my mouth. I lick them all over, and run my tongue halfway up his huge hard shaft. I then move to his thighs, muscles and dark hair, I grab them and kiss them, moving in between them and running my hand right up to the top of his thighs, stroking his balls. I then look up at him, his eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily, gently thrusting his hips up every so often. I flick my dark hair over to one side, and reach down to his hard, throbbing cock. I open my mouth over it, and reach out my tongue, and gently flick the tip, licking up the drops of precum. I swirl my tongue around the tip a few times, enjoying his response, hands in my female fake taxi porno hair, gently pushing me down. I resist, and carry on teasing, using my tongue to lick the head, and the length of his shaft, feeling how hard he is. His cock is twitching with pleasure and anticipation.

I, very slowly, grip hold of his shaft with my right hand, lean down, and wrap my lips around the head. He moans and gasps in response, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I move my hand up and down, and suck the head, moving my mouth deeper and deeper, making it wet and licking up all his precum. I move my head up and down, my tongue sliding up and down his length, and my lips gripping tight. I keep going, faster and faster, then I stop, and he carries on thrusting into my mouth, fucking my mouth while I grip his cock. Suddenly his cock starts pulsing and he thrusts hard into my mouth, his cum shooting out and spraying to the back of my throat. Taken by surprise, I struggle to take it all, almost choking on his hot cum. I hold my mouth over his cock while he orgasms, feeling the strong pulsating in my mouth.

When he finishes, he looks at me, eyes wide, and states he’s never had a blowjob like that in his entire life. I just smile and lean over and kiss him.

Now, I guess a good thing about him being a bit younger, is he can have sex more than once in a row. He can cum, and then 10 minutes later, can be ready to go again. And we did have hot wet desperate sex after that amazing blowjob, but I want to tell you about another time we had sex, that was amazing.

We have had a lot of sex, over the past 2 months or so that we’ve been seeing each other. And I mean a LOT. We’ve done it 5 times in one night, pretty much within the space of 2 hours, maybe less. He’s fucked me hard, gentle, from behind, reverse cowgirl, me on top — which he loves, he makes me feel incredibly sexy while I’m on top fucking him, and he cums reasonably quick in this position. I’ve given him lots of blowjobs and handjobs, he’s gone down on me and fingered me. All in all our sex life is incredible. I’ve never had sex like it, he’s amazing at making me orgasm over and over, his cock is big and he knows exactly how to fuck me to make it feel so good.

Anyway, so this one time, we were in his room. We had to be fairly quiet, because his 16 year old brother, and mum were both in.

I’d just gone down on him again, jerked him off and made him shoot his load into my mouth, lots of cum, which I swallowed. glory hole secrets porno I love the feel of his cock pulsing so hard, and his cum shooting out.

We were just kissing, him still completely naked, and me with all my clothes on. We were just casually chatting, him saying how amazing the blowjob was and how he loves cumming into my mouth. I laid back and was half watching the tv. I then turned to face away from him, my ass on his cock. I didn’t think this would have any effect just yet, but, he got hard straight away. He pushed his hips into mine, pushing his cock right up against my ass, which he always does when I get in that position. He undid my jeans and reached inside, gently stroking my clit between my legs, getting me wet, making me moan. Then, quite forcefully, he grabbed my jeans and yanked them down, to just below my ass, he pulled my top up a little bit, then I felt his hard cock against me, and before I knew it he’d thrust inside me from behind, making me gasp. He pulled me hard against him, pushing his cock deeper inside me. Then he started thrusting, in and out, all the way out, and all the way in. I was moaning in so much pleasure, pushing myself back against him, his arms around me, pulling at my hips.

He then moves, tells me to lay on my front, and not pulling out he moves on top of me, I’m laying down flat on my front, jeans still around my thighs and top still on. He grabs hold of my ass cheeks, and starts sliding in and out. By this point I am so wet. I can feel the length of his cock sliding across my g-spot and I am moaning, gripping his legs and digging in with my nails. I reach underneath me and finger my clit, and I cum straight away, my whole body juddering, gasping, my pussy contracting with the waves of orgasm as he carries on thrusting deeper. I raise my ass up towards him and he grabs tighter to my ass cheeks, thrusting harder and faster, the head board of the bed banging against the wall. I cum again, almost in tears with the pleasure, my legs shaking. He leans back and slides in deeper, his big cock filling me up completely. I am just thinking I can’t take any more, when he whispers he is close to orgasm. He grips hold of my hips, thrusts so hard and so fast, then slows down and pulls on my hips, thrusting his cock deep inside and holds himself there, as his cock pulses over and over. I manage to cum one last time at the same time as him, both of us moaning and gasping. He slows right down and collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek, still inside me. I can hardly speak. He then pulls out of me slowly, it still feels so good. His cum drips out of me, onto my thighs and a bit on the bed. I pull my jeans and knickers up, and smile at Chris.

I can safely say, that will always stick in my mind as one of the best sex sessions I have ever had. But I am also positive there will be many, many more to come!

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This was always the longest part of the trip. The plane was down and taxiing to our gate. I always have to convince myself to take a deep breath and be patient. But knowing you will be there waiting for me is just too much for little Miss Impatient.

Finally the plane came to a stop and the seat belt sign went out. I only had a small carry-on bag stowed under the seat, which I grabbed and hurried down the aisle to beat the rush.

As soon as I’m at the end of the tunnel, I’m looking for you. Usually you’re pretty easy to pick out of the crowd and this time was no different. Hurrying towards you, I almost throw myself into your arms.

Laughing you hold me at arms length, “Who are you? I think you’ve got the wrong guy!”

With a grimace I use my bag to slug you in the shoulder and finally you wrap your arms around me, nearly lifting me from the floor.

I felt dizzy. It was always this way when I first say you after a long separation. The time we were apart seemed endless and I lived for the moment I could touch you again.

“What? No kiss?!” You grumbled good-naturedly.

I stuck my tongue out at you, “In the car, doll. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself, and after all, this IS a public place.”

“In that case, lets go,” and you grabbed my bag in one hand and me with the other and led me away.

As we passed the mobbed luggage drop, I thought to myself on how you had insisted I just keep stuff at your place and save bringing so much stuff. It saved us a lot of time, plus shopping with you for all the things I’d need had been so much fun. You spoiled me relentlessly and I rarely complained.

As I followed along behind you, I looked you over closely to see what might have changed in my absence. Your hair was shorter and you’d grown your goatee back. I smiled to myself as I thought about how I’d said that I preferred that look last time when you had shaved.

Finally we reached the parking ramp and found your car. The doors weren’t closed more than a couple of seconds when I reached over and turned your face towards mine. “I think I owe you a kiss?” I laughed softly.

As our lips met, I felt that spark that had been there since the first time we kissed. A tiny jolt of electricity as soon as our lips connected. I leaned into you and deepened the kiss and touched your tongue with mine. With a deep sigh I moved as close to you as the seats would allow and ran my fingers through your hair and down your neck. I felt your skin shudder and pulled back enough to see your face. I never got enough of looking at your face and those blue, blue eyes.

Just now those blue eyes were darkened a bit and you were smiling at me. Softly you whispered, “I missed you”.

“Me too…” I spoke through a tight throat as your words sent a shiver through my whole body. Seems like a lot of things you say or do have that effect on me. “Take me home.”

Laughing you put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

The ride to your house is short usually, but the tension filling the car made it seem twice as long. I couldn’t keep my hands off of you and as you drove, I ran my hand up and down your thigh, feeling the muscles underneath flex and relax. I didn’t want to touch you anyplace more intimate. I could tell that you were hard. I could see your hard-on straining against the material of your shorts.

I leaned against you and whispered in your ear, “if you don’t hurry, I’m going to start in the car.”

You looked at me with wide eyes and I could see you assessing female agent porno my words, to decide whether or not I was serious. With a teasing smile I ran my hand to the waist of your shorts and slid the tips of my fingers inside. The backs of my fingers stroked against your stomach and I pushed a bit lower.

With a gasp, you grabbed my hand, saying, “Ok, ok, I’m hurrying!!”

I laughed softly and moved my hand back to your leg. I snuggled against your shoulder and was happy to just be with you.

You got out and not giving me time to do anything said, “Woman, 10 minutes ago you were telling me to hurry, now you won’t get out of the car! Lets go!”

I smiled and pulled myself up. You just grabbed my hand and led me into the house.

As soon as the door was closed, I pulled back on your hand and turned you towards me. I stood up on my toes and pulled your mouth to mine. I molded my body to yours, gently pushing my hips into yours to feel your cock against me. We fell back against the door, kisses growing frantic as our breath quickened and bodies grew taut with desire.

You drew me up and closer to you, stepping backwards with small steps, leading me towards the nearest couch. Still kissing each other, we somehow managed to fall onto the couch. I broke away from your mouth to breath deeply a few times. I nuzzled against your neck and licked you with tiny strokes. Flicks across your skin that let me taste you. I ran my mouth up to your ear and gently take the lobe between my teeth. With a warm breath I told you exactly how much I’d missed you and what I wanted to do to you.

I could feel you heartbeat speed up under my hand on your chest as you turned my head back to take another kiss from my willing mouth. I felt your hands working with the buttons on my shirt, and tried to make it easier by shifting away from you. Your mouth broke from mine to kiss my chin, throat and on down, following the path of your hands. I felt your lips on the curve of my breasts above my bra and I arched back to allow you access to the rest of my breasts.

With gentle fingers you stroked over my bra to caress the nipple. Instantly my nipple started to get hard and your fingertips focused on it, giving me a gentle pinch that made me gasp. Your head dropped down and I felt the warm wetness of your mouth over me, your tongue flicking over the hard nipple. I pushed towards you and pulled you closer to me. After a few moments you did the same with my other breast and I was trembling under your mouth.

Your fingers traced the line of lace covering me and slipped underneath to push it back and expose most of my breast to you. Your mouth dropped down again and touched my bare nipple for the first time. I felt your teeth scrape over it gently and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled your mouth back up to mine and kissed you hard.

I pushed you back and without leaving your mouth moved so I was sitting astride you. I pushed your head back and trailed my mouth down your neck. I loved your skin, warm and soft to the touch, a bit salty to taste. I pulled on your shirt to un-tuck it and ran my hands over your chest and sides. My fingers found your small nipples and stroked them to hardness. I pushed my body further away from you on your legs and lean forward as I pulled up your shirt. My mouth explored you from the waist up, my tongue flickered over your nipples and I gently nipped you occasionally.

Your hands were never still. You touched me from the crown of my female fake taxi porno head down as far as you could reach and then back down my legs where you could reach. I slid back close to you and pushed down into you. I wanted to feel your cock straining to reach me. I reach a hand between us and stroked you through your jeans. I could feel you jump under my touch. This was the one arena where I had more patience that you and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. Finally I pushed myself off of your legs to kneel in front of you. I nudged your legs open so I could rest my head on your stomach.

With a mischievous smile, I looked up at you while my hands started to work on the button and zipper of your shorts. In a few short moments I had them open and you relaxed a bit, finally having room for your cock. The snug underwear you preferred kept you tight against your body and I dropped my head down to nuzzle the length of you against my mouth and cheek. I noticed that the tip was visible above your underwear and I licked you with tiny, hot licks. Slowly I eased your bikini briefs away from your hard length, to allow my mouth more room. Eventually I exposed your whole cock and engulfed you with my mouth, just for a moment.

I backed away and ran my mouth over your balls, sucking gently before taking you in my mouth again. I continued like this for a while, before deciding to settle on just the sensitive tip. My mouth was wet and warm and I held you tightly, while my tongue danced over the ridge.

Your hands had moved to my shoulders and hair and were holding onto me, as if afraid I would stop. I laughed softly, deep in my throat and you were so sensitive that even that made you tense. I released you long enough to flip the rest of my hair out of my way and without warning took as much of you into my mouth as I could. Up and down a few strokes and you could not endure any more of my torment and your hips pushed up off the couch to meet my mouth.

Knowing that signal, I sucked harder and faster and kept you tight in my mouth as you began to explode. Throughout, my tongue is never still and I continue to tease you even as you orgasm. Only when you start to relax do I swallow and the change in pressure caused you to twitch again. I loved the fact that you could come and still be hard and I was reluctant to let you go.

Still shaking, you pulled me back onto the couch. “You’re going to let me return the favor, right?”

Impishly I grinned and said, “no!”

“Like hell!” you growled and pushed me back on the couch. My breasts were still exposed and your hands moved to hold them, plumping them while keeping the nipples exposed. Your head dropped down. Lick. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Lick. “Still?”

A pause, “yes”.

Teeth closing.

“Yeeessss.”

Pressure.

“Oooohh”

“That’s what I thought,” and I could hear you laugh as you took a position very similar to the one I’d been in just a few moments ago.

You pushed my skirt up out of your way and opened my thighs wider to plant kisses down my inner thighs. Your finger slid over the satiny material of my panties and I knew they were already soaked through. You pushed them slightly to the side and your finger continued its slow stroke, feeling my wetness, pushing into me slightly. Just enough to make me want more and I pushed my hips up towards your hand. You moved away, but only to pull my panties off. Then you opened me back up and I saw your head lower towards my center. So glory hole secrets porno close I could feel your breath, you stopped. “Say it, kitten. Tell me what you want me to do.”

My breath stopped and my eyes flew open. I’d felt every word you said on my super sensitive clit. “Taste me.”

You moved those final few centimeters and touched your tongue to me. I thought I was going to burst into flames any second. I willed my body to stillness and felt your tongue move over my clit. I pressed myself closer to you and my muscles deep inside flexed, tightening, despite the fact that my pussy was empty.

As your tongue continued to flick over and around my clit, I felt your hand on me. You pushed a finger into my dripping pussy, but withdrew it as I tried to push you deeper. Slowly, you slid into me, a tiny bit, a pause, another push and another pause. Finally I could tell you were as far into me as you could get and I deliberately flexed around your finger. You slid most of the way out and I felt another finger join the first and you began again. Slowly entering me, you curved your fingers up and stroked along my g-spot.

“Uhhh!” My gasp was loud in the stillness. My head came off the couch as you continued to lick my clit and rub my g-spot. My whole body shook as you played with me. I couldn’t decide if I wanted you to stop because of the intensity or to never stop. My hesitation gave you enough time to bring me to a screaming orgasm as my upper body lifted off the couch and my breath slammed out of me. My eyes were wide open and I couldn’t breath for several moments. Eventually you pulled away from me and looked up at me from the floor.

“I love doing that,” you said, “it turns me on to hear you come.”

With a low laugh I tumbled off the couch to join you on the floor. I pushed at your shorts and underwear until you were naked from the waist down. You were still hard as could be. I leaned down and kissed you, tucking my hair out of the way. I pulled my skirt back up and slid onto you. My forehead was pressed against yours as I lowered myself fully onto you. Then I relaxed and just felt you inside of me. I loved having you there, warm, full, slippery. Slowly I started to grind back and forth, and around in small circles. Your hands went to my face, as you looked me in the eyes.

With a wild laugh, I tore off my remaining clothes over my head and pulled your hands to my breasts. My left hand was on your chest and my right hand reached between us for my clit. I loved riding you, making you watch me masturbate, knowing I was going to make myself come.

I started to move more quickly, my hips matching the pace of my fingers. Your hands massaged my breasts, brushed my hard nipples and finally lowered to my hips.

My head fell back and my breasts jutted toward you as I felt myself grow tight and even wetter.

Snapping forward, I fell across your chest and gasped, “are you ready? I’m going to come soon.”

Eye to eye, you looked at me and said, “Do it. Come with me”

Still touching myself, my eyes fluttered closed and I could feel the muscles inside of me tensing, ready to explode again. My hips pushed you as far into me as I could and my whimpers finally trailed off in a long moan. I couldn’t stop rocking against you as all the little shockwaves continued.

I don’t know if it was the motion or my moaning that set you off, but just a few seconds after I came, I felt you tense beneath me. You grabbed my hips and lifted us both off the floor as you buried yourself deep inside of me. I could feel the jerk of your cock and the new warmth of your orgasm, as you lay rigid beneath me.

I lay against you and felt you subside slightly. I looked up into your beautiful blue eyes again and said, “Do you think we’ll ever make it to the bed the first time?”

For you –

From,

Your kitten

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Chapter 14

Face To Face with the Unthinkable

“Have you flown much before?”

The question came from the very personable, neatly-dressed woman in the aisle seat separated from my window seat by an empty one in between, a sign that this was a typical red-eye. As uninterested as I was in conversation right then, I nonetheless found her gentle voice and quiet manner soothing, and soothing things were exceptionally well appreciated right then–indeed, needed.

Momentarily confused, I glanced forward briefly.

“Oh…Oh, you mean this, right?” I replied, mild embarrassment managing to pry a weak, thin, strained hint of a chuckle from somewhere within me, after which I promptly lapsed back into the scarlet-black humor that had suddenly become the essence of my life. She had noticed that I’d been clutching the ends of the armrests with viselike ferocity. What reason could there be for that, this nice lady evidently concluded, besides classic white-knuckle syndrome?

It was the inaccuracy of the conclusion that had prompted my tepid hint of levity. Just a little sheepish, I relaxed my hold on the innocent objects onto which, unconscious of the fact, I had poured out an ocean of rage, frustration and bitterness.

“Actually I have. I guess I’m just tense about…something.”

“Sorry to hear that. I hope it’s not serious. Anything I can do to help?”

To help, indeed. That gentle speech was helping, but there was really no appropriate way to tell her so. Meanwhile, though, her simple offer had prodded the rage-machine within me into manufacturing a wild torrent of thoughts.

Suppose, just suppose, I somehow managed to give this sweet and quite appealing woman a great line, something so witty and persuasive that it would sneak around whatever lame attempts at charming her into bed which, considering her simple attractiveness, more than a few guys must have tried, convincing her, even if only half-seriously, that a good, hard fuck would solve everything.

A grudge fuck. A real winner.

Right olgun porno then I was glad I had never learned that art. Never needed it, never wanted it. Rather uncommonly for such peripatetic professionals as I, I had never honed the skills so many others of my colleagues had at charming and hustling women into their hotel rooms. Empty sex with unknown partners with whom no chance of any meeting of minds and hearts struck me as cold and unsatisfying.

And yet, at this moment, the notion of a good hard fuck had a certain appeal to it.

A grudge fuck. A revenge fuck. A fuck designed to lash out, to punish another’s shame with shame of one’s own.

An overspeeding slide show of improbabilities raced across my mind’s eye in response to this woman’s kind offer of help, culminating in a spectacular show of sexual frenzy, with her, graphically recorded by an array of well-operated video cameras and edited into a spectacular pageant of lust, all for one intended audience, an audience of two individuals whose gratitude for a lifetime of loyalty, love and trust had turned out to be a supremely callous lust of their own, lust characterized by betrayal, scorn and indifference, and all of these of the most shameful and unconscionable kind.

If it seems such a cliché of fact and fiction, that’s because it does indeed happen so often. You know the scene: somebody goes away; somebody returns when they weren’t supposed to return; somebody therefore sees something they weren’t supposed to see…

Fill in the blanks with any number of variations. In this case, though, there had been a few circumstances that don’t show up too often in most tales of this kind.

The task which I was on the east coast to perform had unexpectedly demanded that a piece of equipment be very quickly assembled, programmed and hand-carried from my place of employment to the place where I had been working for many weeks. There had been a failure, and security requirements, some legal, some for the company, some simply sensible, demanded that I personally return, cobble together the item in question, deal with the classified software and data to go in it and then return it to the field location, never letting it out of my sight.

The schedules were inescapable and inflexible. The consequences of failing to produce the item, return upon this particular flight and put it into service on schedule were beyond consideration.

Though I only had a few hours to accomplish the work, I had been fortunate–or rather, what would have been fortunate in any reasonable circumstance, which this particular circumstance most certainly was not–to have time to swing past home and, if I should find my wife Linda home, and maybe my son, Jason, as well, give them a quick little hug and hello on my way through this whirlwind.

There would be no hugs now, not for a long time. Maybe never again.

I had not caught them in flagrante delicto exactly; they had just been showering together. But that, need I tell you, was enough and more, and the bits of their overheard conversation heard through the rush of water served only to shatter whatever shreds of doubt or hope remained.

Stupid, a naive sap, an exploited dummy used by cleverer souls untroubled by conscience for what could be gained from him was I, an object to be blithely tossed aside once its usefulness was exhausted, respected not in the least, standing there, inert, this ridiculous box, which was at this moment resting on my lap, then dangling from my shaking hand The rush of the running playboy porno water, the wisps of chatter, and then the coup de grace, a moan of pleasure as the man touched the woman somewhere that no man has the right to touch her except the one man who at that moment instead stood, helpless, numb and paralyzed, listening to the sounds of sin from just outside the door.

What a consummately cruel twist of fate it was that, at this one particular point in time and space that I most deserved the chance to confront the sinners, lay down the law and mete out justice, I should instead be bound beyond consideration of any alternative to turning on my heel and making this flight, forced to postpone my rightful prerogative of action until God only knows how much later, when I might find some way to get home again, left until then to my own means to find some way to calm my mind and bring even a trace of peace to my soul if only for the sake of my ability to function in a project where clear thinking, and quick thinking, were crucial.

Incest. Incest, for God’s sake!

The sin of sins, the ultimate of all sexual desecrations, raging within my own home, my own family, for who knows how long, happening between the woman I have loved, trusted, adored and cared for all these years and the man she and I had procreated together and loved together—

Loved together. The ambiguity of the verb was at that moment excruciating. Love, so variously defined, so differently understood from one context to another.

Right now, though, there was at least one single, consistent definition of love I could embrace. It was the core definition upon which I now bestowed my hatred, despising, rejecting, abjuring it, even before its multiple applications were resolved.

Yes, wouldn’t it be a kick, to magically discover in this woman now sitting calmly nearby a sympathy for my plight, of the kind which she would determine was reason for her to join me in a campaign of vengeance? Our campagn’s tactic would be fighting illicit lust with our own illicit lust, imparting to some medium, digital, analog, whatever, our own well-calculated fornication, editing and adjusting it for the greatest, most sickening impact, and then presenting it to the miscreants in all its miserable glory, to rub their noses in it, then to shove the stinking evidence up their nostrils until they asphyxiate with the replica of their own depravity.

Revenge fuck. I could use one of those right now.

For a moment I allowed myself to consider how she looked instead of how she sounded. She was truly an example of the kind of woman I find most appealing: a professional woman, career woman, easily comfortable with the role, living the life a true feminist insists should be her option, yet showing no sign of making some kind of strident crusade of it.

I had married such a woman, and had found her no less appealing when, after some discussion, she decided to chuck the rat race and become a stay-at-home wife and mother.

Well, now, that looked like a bad decision. Maybe if she had someplace to be nine-to-five she wouldn’t be in the shower cleaning up the evidence of having just been porked by her own son.

Despite the typical wish to be left strictly alone at a time like this I had actually made some effort to engage this woman in some light conversation, simply because her particular kind of gentle speech and quiet manner so soothed the pain, and I wanted to sustain it, prolong it. It was the one and only thing I had encountered thus far that had helped pornhub porno in the least bit to calm me and reduce the tension and frenzy. I was quite aware that I absorbed nothing of what she actually said; it was just the peaceful aura about her, right then so utterly opposed to my own, that was medicine to me. I had to struggle just a little to keep up with her just enough to sustain the conversation. I wished I could tell her what I really wanted, ask her to recite the contents of the in-flight magazine or the ingredients in the little sealed cup of juice I had requested, anything–just to hear that soft, reassuring lilt for a while.

She had asked me some ordinary, friendly questions about my trip and my work. I was in no mood to even think about that, so I used a convenient truth to avoid it: it’s classified, I can’t talk about it. Sorry. That brought her a smile and some cute little quips about cloak-and-dagger James Bond stuff. So few people know just how phenomenally dull and prosaic the overwhelming bulk of information classified Secret really is.

Let me satisfy your curiosity, beautiful lady. Come with me to my secret meeting-place, 1l:30 sharp. Knock three times on the door–two fast, one slow–and I’ll let you in and reveal to you the wondrous mysteries that lie behind the cloak of the classification of Secret. I’ll order a fine wine, and we’ll celebrate the opening of your starry eyes to the seductive world of espionage with a really hot tumble in the sheets…

Music by John Barry.

Bah.

But I was grateful, though, for this tiny morsel of relief. Kind of ironic, isn’t it, that this woman and I would soon part company, bound our respective and different ways, almost certainly never to meet again, and she’d never know of the part she had played in a dark pageant of tortured, twisted thoughts, feelings, fantasies and surmises, nor the simple relief I had found in her gentle presence at a time I so desperately needed it.

I was done sleepwalking through the tired routine of checking into my hotel and now lay on my back, on the bed, totally uninterested in dinner, television, preparing for the next day’s work…anything at all. Hours passed as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, uselessly absorbing the patterns in the plasterwork.

I need to think–but not now. Not yet. Right now I must learn to think of nothing. I must vacuum all thought, and more important, memory, from my consciousness until some deeply hidden, unconscious and natural process can have the time to convert the overwhelming avalanche of unthinkable thoughts into a form I can even begin to process.

Remember that clock? The one you read about many episodes ago, the one that so badly tormented Linda with its twin weapons of slowness and inexorability?

It should be no surprise that it was now my turn to fall victim to a kindred machine my hosts had helpfully installed in every room.

2:38 AM

Nobody should be awake at such an hour.

Of course it was about twenty to midnight at home; I had crossed two time zones and stopped in the third to the east to get here. The world would soon come pounding at my mind’s front door, demanding function and service, three hours before it would be ready to meet that demand under normal circumstances. And these circumstances were hardly normal

Fate had turned sadistic, throwing only the worse options and possibilties at me–with the blessed exception of that sweet-voiced woman on the plane. I wished I could have asked her to join me for dinner–forget the other fantasies for now–just enjoy her company. But she had someplace to be; I had someplace to be, and both our hands were adorned with wedding bands.

Well, let’s hope that hers is not the symbol of crushing agony. That would make one of us.

2:50…

(to be continued)

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As I slept, I thought felt you near me.

My cunt wet..wanting you.

I was dizzy thinking about it. I would wake in the middle of the night imagining you standing near me..stroking your cock..watching me as I sleep.

Your eyes wandering down as my thighs parted, showing you my glistening slit.

You breathe my musk in deep, flaring your nostrils as your hand fists your thick prick, making it drool streams of precum.

You cup your heavy spunk filled balls,
rolling them in your other hand, massaging them, moving your cock and balls in one unit.
Your breath ragged as I move my hands down in my sleep, rubbing my clit into a hard nub, making it stand past full plush cunt lips.

Moving closer, almost unable to control yourself, your fingers slip into me, probing slow.
Bringing dripping fingers to your nose and mouth, tasting czech sharking porno me, smelling my want.

I moan softly, still in my sleep.

Back go your fingers, pushing deeply now.
You watch as I roll to my back, spreading open to you. Plunging in deeper, making my breasts shake with each thrust.

I cry out, in shock and surprise.
You cover my mouth with yours, taking my cries deep, drinking my screams.

A knee splaying me wider.

You hold my arms over my head and ram your thick cock into me. My body rolls to your thrusts, knowing you now, wanting to be fucked, to be rutted hard by you.

Your hands tight on my wrists, not letting me go as you pound into me.

The wetness of my pussy shocks you.
You tell me what a slut I am for you..that I was so ready to be fucked by you. I moan czech streets porno yes to you as you tell me to turn on my stomach,
that a hot bitch in heat needs to be taken like an animal.
I comply, rolling, shoving my ass in the air.

Your hands pull my arms back and you lash them together with your tie.
Knocking my legs open wider..teetering on the edge.

I feel you looking at me..exposed..wet..deep red and pink. My clit a jutting little cock, dark thatch of hair swirled around it.

Burying your face deeply and kissing my cunt, tonguing me.
Fingers teasing my tight asshole.
I cry out as you slap my clit with your tongue in beat with your slaps on my white cheeks..gasping…moaning..yes yes…make me cum..make me flood your mouth.
Faster faster your lips tug and suck, fingers plunging my ass czech super models porno and cunt.
Then I feel your fingers filling me..3 fingers now 4..ohhh god!

Stuffing your shirt in my mouth to keep me from screaming.
I hear you spitting on your hand, telling me how you will fist me.
Shaking, feeling your thumb fold in with the rest of your fingers.

My cunt..yawning..stretching.
I scream in silence..wanting it all..to be your slut…your whore.
Your fisting hand works into a tight cunt..finding the spot deepest in me
and I arch..
gushing sweet waters over your wrist..

Mewling as you wet your cock with your fingers, pushing now into my ass, taking me over.
My body shudders as you split me, your’re breathing deeper..groaning…hips slamming your hands slapping..telling me you’re going to fill me.

I hear the shouts of your cumming and feel the heat from the bolts of cum jetting from you.

Sweat dripping on my back.

You untie me, removing the gag, easing from me.
Warm fingers tracing my cheek.

Falling into a deep sleep.

I wake to find myself alone. Wet between my thighs.

Did I dream you?

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She had come to me and asked for sex. She had come to me and asked for sex. She had come to me and asked for sex. She had come to me and asked for sex!

The full impact did not sink into my mind for a long couple of hours. As I walked around or sat and thought about it the more the significance of that small detail loomed larger and larger: SHE had asked ME for sex! This was a moment that I had been anxiously awaiting for over a year and hadn’t even realized it until it was upon me!

*****

I was sitting in a recliner doing absolutely nothing. I had turned down an opportunity to go to the lake in favor of going shooting. After about fifteen minutes I had decided that I was tired of fighting the thick brush and returned to the cabin. I had stripped off my hot long sleeve shirt and just plopped myself down in a chair. There I sat, looking through the doorways to the bright sunny yard.

Then I saw Mandy pass in front of the screen door. I hadn’t known that anyone else had stayed behind. She passed by the other direction. She was wearing tight fitting cut-offs and a snug cotton t-shirt. My mind simply registered these items as I slumped down in the recliner and pushed off a shoe. Then she was at the screen peering in at me. Her shirt was pulled tight against her still smallish eighteen year old breasts. Pert little mounds just big enough to fondle. Her shorts were creased into a ‘v’ shape centering on her crotch. Her long legs were smooth and tan.

She opened the door and strolled in slowly. She stopped and looked around the kitchen. Brushing her long hair back she turned and stepped toward me. She stopped about five feet directly in front of me in my chair.

“So, whatcha doin?” she asked, in kind of an odd voice.

“Nothin’. Didn’t go to the lake?” I pushed off my other shoe.

“No. Didn’t feel like swimming or anything,” she shrugged and looked at her shoes. “Soooo… what do you want to do?” she asked looking straight at me, her hands restlessly stroking her thighs.

“I don’t know,” I said straightening up and sitting forward in the chair. Our faces were about four feet apart. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, do you want to play with my breasts? Suck them and stuff?” She blurted out, eyebrows arched and hands spread in the questioning pose.

“Why… uh… sure I would, yeah,” I managed not to scream the answer. I smiled up at her. “Why don’t we go to the back bedroom for that?”

“OK,” she chirped and she turned to walk around the chair. She was already pulling the hem of her shirt out of her shorts!

*****

I walked quickly up beside her and bent my face to her ear. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods together,” I whispered loud enough for her to hear. I sensed a blush crossing her face.

“A walk?” she said through her teeth.

“It’s not what you think it is,” I said a little louder. I glanced into her eyes and smiled. “Meet me behind the barn in five amatör porno minutes.” I turned and walked quickly into the house.

I grabbed my rifle and loudly announced to everyone and to no one that I was going to go squirrel hunting. I went out the back door and hurried up the hill into the woods. I fired off several shots into the trees in the direction directly opposite that of the barn. Then I hurried down the old trail which ran behind the property and came close behind the barn.

*****

I surprised her by taking her hand and leading her through the grass and ferns back into the woods. We went perhaps forty or fifty yards until we came to a semi-shaded grassy area under some slender trees. We had been here before once or twice (maybe more) over the course of our sexual relationship.

I turned to face her and took her other hand. I noticed a soft blush on her cheeks as we held hands there in the meadow. I smiled at her. She cocked and eyebrow at me, questioning my smile and the hand holding. We didn’t, after all, ever hold hands.

******

She slowly took hold of my jeans and began twisting and puling at the button. A wry smile twitched at her lips. I stood still, hands on her forearms as she worked. After the button gave way she pulled the zipper apart. Reaching part way around my waist she pulled my jeans down to the middle of my thighs. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and began pushing down. A quick smile passed over her face as she glanced down and noticed the obvious bulge in my shorts. She actually giggled softly as she had to pull the elastic out and over my bulging erection. She pushed both shorts and jeans down to my knees.

“Now I’m going to take off your shirt,” I said matter of factly, slipping my hands down to her waist. She stood still looking first at my smiling face and then through me. My hands tugged the hem out of her shorts. My fingers moved inside the hem and slid up her smooth sides, pushing the shirt as they rose. Mandy lifted her arms for me and the thin flowered shirt fell to the grass. She began to pull off a bra strap.

“Ah ah ah!” I smiled as I gently pulled her hand away. I pulled her close to me and reached around her almost in a hug. The thin cotton of her bra brushed against my bare chest as I slipped my fingers into her straps. I squeezed and twisted and first one then the second hooked gave way. I slid my hands up over her shoulders and slowly pulled the shoulder straps down her arms and let them fall. My hands came to rest on her hips. Her erect nipples were about three inches from my chest.

And we stood there like that for a minute or two. My hands on Mandy’s naked waist and she glancing around, up and down, and occasionally grinning slightly up at me. My erection actually started to soften.

“Well? What now?” she asked.

I smiled at her. “Take my cock in your hand.”

She reached up and grasped anal porno my cock as if she were shaking someone’s hand.

“Play with it,” I softly said.

Looking down at my half erect dick in her hand she began squeezing, pulling, and flapping my cock in her fist.

“Not so hard, not so fast,” I said. “Be gentle. Find a rhythm.”

My cock, of course, sprang back to life in her hand. She eventually settled down into a rhythmic up and down motion with her fist. Without my asking or telling she had discovered the method of jacking off my cock! I watched both her fist and her face.

“Is this all you want?” she asked. She smiled up at me but seemed confused by the slow pace of my advance towards her.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“What? What do you mean?”

I smiled down at her face. “What do you want me to do to and with you?”

Her brow furrowed. Her fist tightened ever so slightly on my cock.

“We’ve entered a new level in our relationship today. I want to know what you want me to do to you,” I said softly.

“What new level?” she asked, confused. Her soft fingers seemed to roll around me.

“Earlier you came to me. You came to me and asked me to suck your tits.”

“Yeah. So?”

“You asked me. I didn’t ask you. You actually came and asked me to suck on your tits. You wanted me to do it.” I wanted to lower my face to one of her perfect, smooth breasts and wrap my lips and tongue around one of her erect pink nipples!

She continued to look confused. The pace of her fist slowed.

“You wanted it,” I continued. “You wanted me to suck your tits and then you asked me to suck your tits. You actually decided that you wanted to have sex and then you came and asked me for it.” I spoke very softly but clearly.

She looked up at me and opened her mouth as if to speak. Then her eyes slowly widened and she suddenly looked down at my chest.

“I don’t think that I, I mean, all I did was, it wasn’t meant to be anything more than, you know…”

I slid one hand under her chin and raised it to face me. “You have come to the realization that you want to have sex with me as much as I want to have sex with you. You actually came and asked me for sex. That’s important. It means a lot. It means that you did, you can, and you will ask me for sex. It won’t just be a one way thing now. We both know that we want it now.” I smiled. Her fist had stopped jacking my cock but still held it firmly.

“So I’m asking you,” I continued after a few seconds, “now that we’re here together with our clothes almost off: What do you want me to do with you?” My hand slid down lightly across her tit, brushing her nipple, and settled back on her hip.

“Well, um, let me, uh, think about it for a minute,” she muttered. Her gaze shifted from my face to my chest. Her free hand rose to brush back her hair and I caught a glimpse of a smile appearing on her very anal breakers porno flushed face.

*****

“Do you want me to stop?” I mumbled against her chest. I stopped moving my fingers and began backing them out of her tight, wet pussy.

“No! No! Don’t stop! Don’t! No! Please don’t!” she wailed. She reflexively pressed my face more tightly to her hard little nipple. I smiled to myself and plunged my hand back into her cunt. Her entire body twitched and I was rewarded with a minute squeak and a moan escaping her lips.

Because her legs were spread so far in her excitement all I had to do was raise my hip and slide onto and between her thighs. My hard cock poked and prodded into the underside of her thigh and even her ass cheek as I pushed up and in with one hand and every direction with my teeth and tongue. My hips began grinding against her thigh. We were both panting and moaning uncontrollably. What happened next was at once planned and at the same time spontaneous.

I raised my hips and back up with my knees. My hand slipped out of her well lubricated cunt and my cock slipped right into my fist. I lifted my head and torso from her chest and shifted up and over her face. Because of the way she had been holding me, both of her hands were squeezing my shoulders as our eyes locked. Her brow furrowed and her mouth fell open. She squinted and then bent her head forward and down toward my chest as I slid my cock home.

“Ooooo… ah!” she moaned in that single second while we were both motionless. I looked past her as the pleasure overtook me also.

And then out slightly. And then back in. And then out a little more and back in. Out and in. Out and in. Faster and faster. My hips slapped against her ass. The globes of her tits shivered with each thrust. Her nipples called out to me to suck them but I had to keep on thrusting! In! Out! In deeper! Out!

“Ooo… mmm!” she moaned. Her eyes squinted up at me or squeezed closed altogether. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, neck, and arms. “Oh, my! Oh! Mmmm!” she panted.

My head swam. My balls tightened. My rhythm faltered. My body tried to throw itself deep into her pussy. Even though this was far from my first orgasm with her, I wanted to be deeper in her than ever before. I was scarcely aware of anything else as I tried to maintain my pace.

*****

“It’s a good thing you pulled out when you did,” she murmured quietly from against my sweaty chest. My arm around her neck and shoulder, I patted her arm gently.

“Yep, it was I guess,” I muttered. “Mom and dad would not be too happy if you got pregnant by me, after all.”

“Me either! Girls just don’t go around carrying their own brother’s babies!” she said, playfully spanking my stomach. Her fingers started to slide down to my crotch. She raised herself up onto her elbow and looked gleefully into my eyes. She giggled as her fingers grabbed hold of my small, red, shriveled cock.

“What do you think I want now?” she laughed, a huge smile across her face.

“Whatever you want, sister dear, you can always ask me to give it to you!” I smirked as I rolled toward her, my cock stiffening as we went over…

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Note: this story has been written many, many years ago and got lost somehow. I just found it again and decided to publish it anyway. English isn’t my first language, and I apologize for the mistakes.

I groaned out loud as my wife was squeezing the base of my cock with her impressive pussy muscles. “Stop that Jonathan! You’re going to wake Elly!” She whispered, smiling. She was on top of me, naked and sitting straight above and around my cock. Covered in sweat, long gold-red hair plaster all over her neck and shoulders, with a grin on her face the size of the crescent moon. She had just made me cum for the third time tonight and was mightily proud of it. Her big, large breasts still had the red marks my fingers left a few minutes earlier. So did her ass, most likely. After a few minutes regaining our breathing, Helena got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Since Helena dyed her hair three weeks ago, our sex life took a sharp turn for the best. Somehow seeing herself as a redhead, albeit a golden one since her natural colour is blonde, was making her extremely horny. For the seven or eight years before that small change, our sex life had been on a steadily declining slope. Our nightly romps came farther and farther apart, while their intensity and variety was also dwindling. But as it stood now, I was a really happy man.

I always has been into full grown women: don’t give me those adolescent-looking girls with no hips and small little breasts. My wife at 38 was still one vividly beautiful woman: big breasts that were still fighting gravity pretty decently, large round hips and an equally round ass, and not to forget: those powerful thighs of hers. This is what had caught my eye (and my cock’s attention) back at college, and this is why the new bloom in our sex life was so wonderful. Work, Elly’s rocky adolescence and 17 years of marriage had put a dent into the passion we had known through our first ten years together.

A dent in Helena’s passion, I must specify: I was still as horny as when I was a young man. I never cheated on Helena, but without the internet I would have ruined myself on porn. As it was I had a very full secondary hard-drive stuffed with every kind of movies. As I enjoyed fully developed women, most of the movies have been chosen on that criteria. But for variety’s sake I also downloaded movies with interracial sex, legal teens, older women, BBW and even a few gay movies. Didn’t watch those last very much, but who knew when my tastes could broaden up?

But during those last few years, I stopped watching teen movies: my daughter has been steadily transforming into a nice young woman. Despite my wife’s and my own girth, Elly was a slim girl, thin, with smallish although nicely rounded breasts, slight hips and thin, model-like legs. I don’t know how she managed to have that body. I’m a 6’2″, 260 pounds man and my wife had more curves at fourteen than Elly’s ever likely to have. A complete mystery. She had my eyes and nose, as well as my straight black hair, so she was mine; no doubt about that.

Anyway, seeing older men making love to girls that had bodies much like Elly’s… Well, it was too borderline for me. I couldn’t help looking at her around the house or the pool, wearing skimpy bikinis or tight pants… Damn it! she could have *been* in those movies. Strange how kids these days dress, move and tease much like the porn-stars of 15 years ago! I had felt my cock stirring a few times, watching her get out of the pool. I felt weird, but on the other hand I knew that it was perfectly natural: a tight and young girl nearly naked, the more so as her nipples clearly showed through the thin and small patches of spandex on her breasts, and that just *had* to shave her pussy because there’s now way that a white bikini bottom so thin would hide any of her pubes.

It was natural that my body reacted, but I knew it was also quite wrong. Each time this happened my face turned red; not from excitement but from shame. What kind of dirty father was I to look at my daughter like this? On the other hand I probably wasn’t all that bad because I knew she really liked me. As opposed to most of her friends, she had told me, she could talk to me about most things and loved hugging me or watch a movie in my arms. Yet these days our intimacy was beginning to bother me… It was getting more and more troubling.

Picture this: a nubile young girl, sexually opened and experienced (I guessed, although she had never spoken about it with me), wearing nothing but a tank top and panties lying across your lap while watching a movie. She was my daughter, I wasn’t especially into thin girls, nor young girls… But what was I to do? Even now that she was 18 and fully legal and responsible for herself, she was still my daughter! Would be still at 50 years old!

I snapped myself out of my reverie. Helena was now back from the bathroom and she even washed my cock and balls with a warm towel before curling up against me. She was monsters of cock porno snoring softly two minutes later. I don’t know how she could do that: after intense sex, unlike most men, I wasn’t able to sleep for a good long while. Thinking back about Elly, I considered the current events that had pushed those troubling thoughts from my mind.

She had just come home from a three week stay at the hospital. A bad mono case that had seen two major complications. I couldn’t even remember the names of those complications, only that Elly had come close to dying when she was first brought to the hospital. I remembered carrying her from the car to the urgency ward, realizing how thin and frail she was. The first week had been nerve-racking, incredibly difficult has she had hovered between life and death for two days.

And now, her third day back from the hospital and supposedly out of harm’s way, she was sleeping somewhere between 14 and 16 hours a day. Barely eating, she read while awake and couldn’t really get out of bed on her own. Concerned, I gently got up from the bed and walked to her room. The door opened without making any noises, but I knew that even if it had, Elly would most likely have slept through undisturbed.

She was there, sleeping soundly on her back. Her breathing was shallow but regular: that what the doctor had asked us to check. As long as she was breathing regularly, things were good. As I did the first two nights, I entered and sat the on the chair at the foot of her bed. It was frustrating to know that I couldn’t do anything to help except carry her around. Helena was taking care of her personal needs: going to the bathroom, bathing, dressing her… In her current state I don’t think Elly would have minded if I did some of those things, but since Helena was here anyway…

But all that was about to change. The following morning she received a phone call, an invitation to a seminar. As a speaker. She was teaching sociology at the local college, where we met as students 19 years earlier, and they informed her that she had been invited at the last minute to replace another speaker. Great! the chance she had been waiting for! But also bad: the seminars were held across the country! She would have to stay there two full days and nights.

We talked about it and decided that it was ok. I would be able to care for Elly for those two days, not even having to give her a bath unless something messy happened. Even Elly understood the situation and was happy for her mother, knowing how much she had been hoping for such an opportunity. Elly smiled, the first time since she got back home, and whished her the best of luck. Heck, she even joked about my taking care of her. “I think Dad would be more embarrassed then me if he had to give me a bath!” I laughed with her, but I also knew that she was right.

Helena left the following day. Elly had been awake early in the morning and was in pretty good shape. She hugged her mom and wished her luck again. Elly was at her strongest in the mornings, and after that she would become more and more tired. As Helena had given her a bath the previous evening, I didn’t have to worry about that. And worried I would have been: Elly insisted on taking her baths alone at first but in less than five minutes she was exhausted from washing herself. So I knew that if something happened that would force me to give her a bath, a lot of unanswered questions would pop up.

Yet a storm was building outside. North-America’s north-east was famous for its winter storms, so I wasn’t too concerned. On the other hand, what if it grew so bad that it would prevent airplanes from coming in? Shaking my head I laughed at myself and got up to check on Elly. She was in her room, the shutters down but with enough light so that she could read. I asked if everything was ok and then went downstairs to work. I ran a small, one-man business from my basement: wood-working, mostly furniture that imitated antique pieces.

I checked on her often, too often she would laugh softly, but overall our first day alone together went by without any problem. Except perhaps the awkward moments in the bathroom. I didn’t see anything a normal father wasn’t supposed to, but it certainly was embarrassing just standing there. She wasn’t always strong enough to sit down and up without falling down, so we didn’t take any chances. Elly saw that I was embarrassed, and simply looked back at me with a small smile. She was probably thinking: “Why should I be embarrassed *now* with everything that’s happening to me…”

She hugged me tightly as I picked her up to bring her back to her room. She was hot, as was expected, but I cold distinctly feel her breast against my chest. I couldn’t close my eyes while walking, nor shake my head, so I lived with it until I lowered her to the bed. A quick kiss goodnight and I was gone from her room. She must have been surprised because I usually stay there longer, sitting naught america porno on the chair. But as I was ready for bed and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, there was no way I was going to stay there with a threatening erection.

As I sat on my bed, my head in my hands, I realized just how bad a time it was for me to have to deal with such problems. Even though I hadn’t seen anything improper while she was peeing, I did look at her thighs, trying to see further up. And now, looking at my cock as it peeked from my boxers, half-hard, I was troubled. Stubbornly I tried telling myself that it was this new wave of intense sex with Helena that was causing those reactions. I was getting used to having a lot of sex and my body was expecting it now. I fell asleep, praying that it was nothing but that…

The next day dawned snowy. Very snowy. This was bad, as the airports in the region would probably close if this kept all day long. Well, nothing I could do about that! At ten o’clock Elly rang her little bell to tell me that she was awake. I brought her to the bathroom and this time I didn’t try to look anywhere near her. As I was carrying her to the couch for her little breakfast, I was happy: perhaps yesterday was a bad day and now things would smooth down.

Not exactly. Things went perfectly fine until we began listening to a movie. We were sitting on the couch together, Elly leaning on me as was usual, and everything was fine. Then she complained that she was cold. As I was getting up to get her a blanket, she grabbed my arm and climbed into my lap. This was not quite as usual. It had been a few months since she had done it, but now that she was sick she probably didn’t mind sitting on her old man’s lap.

I didn’t mind, well not really in any case. It’s just that she was wearing a tee-shirt and hopefully a pair of panties. As she sat on my thighs and settled in, I could feel her panties. I sighed in relief, tried to hide it in a long deep breath. But I could also feel her naked thighs and most of her ass against my skin. Damn it! Why hadn’t I put on some clothes! But since Elly was always cold we kept the house temperature higher than usual and with the fire in the hearth, it was often too hot for me and Helena to put too much clothes one…

Now it was fun to see my wife waling around with nothing on other than lingerie or very thin shirts and pants, but it was something quite different to have Elly sitting in my lap while I had nothing on but boxers! Unable to put it somewhere else, I placed my hand and arm on her thigh. Her skin was so smooth, so hot… I closed my eyes in dread when I felt my cock beginning to fill. Damn it! Why couldn’t men control this thing! I tried my best to think about other things: baseball, woodworking, the neighbor’s cat I had run over last week, my dead mother…

Nothing worked. I tried to breathe normally and decided that the only thing I could do was wait for Elly to feel it. I had no idea what she’d do about it, but I’d weather it, try to explain myself and apologize as best as I could. What else was there to do? What else but to realize that Elly was already asleep in my arms. I sighed again, deeper relief, and even grabbed her thigh to pull her closer against me. Somehow, sleeping like this, she was my little daughter again and not a stirring teen girl. But her thighs *did* feel good in my hand. I caressed her a bit, moving from her knee to the crook of her hip, revelling for the first time in a thigh that wasn’t strong and generous. My thumbed hooked in the small fold of skin between hip and thigh and my hand closed on the firm flesh. Young and solid, muscled even…

What was I doing there! I couldn’t let my guard down for even a few seconds before that old vulgar guy inside me came out! Damn it! I was going to have to work hard until Helena returned! I needed her to take care of Elly, and to fuck her senseless! I waited until my hard-on receded then carried Elly to her room once more. It was twenty minutes past noon, so even if she had done nothing but watch a movie, it was normal for her to be napping again. Before covering her with the blankets I looked at her legs, hips and even at her panties for a second or two. Then closed my eyes and left!

I spent the afternoon working hard, trying to focus on nothing else than ordinary wood. From the basement window I could see outside: it was still a white blizzard. Perhaps not a blizzard in the true sense of the word, but still more than enough to ground planes. Sure enough, at around seven o’clock Helena called, panicked. She had just learned that her plane was not going to fly tomorrow morning. When I told her that everything had gone perfectly fine with Elly she quieted down. She was very happy about her presentation, but also very worried about her daughter.

After a long talk during which she gave me more advice than I could register, or needed, she said that she would try to catch the first plane nubiles porn available. When I walked to Elly’s room I could see that the curtains were drawn, letting in both the dim evening light and the snowstorm.

“That was Mom? She’s not coming back tomorrow.”

“No sweety.” I replied.

“Oh. How did her presentation go?”

“Pretty good actually. She was very happy about that, but sad that she couldn’t come back to you.”

“That’s ok Dad.” She looked tired but not really distressed about Helena’s delay. “I’m sure we’ll manage for another day!”

Her smile warmed me up: she was a good kid! “Of course we will. You want more of my spaghetti?”

“Perhaps a little bit, yes.”

“Ok, I’ll bring it to you.”

I returned a few minutes later with a small bowl for her. She ate it quicker than I thought: perhaps she was regaining her health faster than we expected! We talked a bit about the storm and what was happening in the outside world. It was her expression for the world outside the hospital and our house. For an eighteen year old girl, missing four weeks (and counting) of action was a big deal! I tried to fill her in on what I could. Everything was going great! Until I got up to leave. Then she said the simplest thing: “Dad, since Mom’s not coming back tomorrow, would you mind giving me a bath? I’m beginning to smell and I…”

“Uhh, ok, if that’s what you want… I’ll go… I’ll go fill the bath.”

As I sat down in the bathroom to adjust the temperature, I realized that I was in shock. Granted, not the kind of shock that leaves you senseless, but nonetheless… Elly had asked me to give her a bath, which implied that I would undress her, lift her in the bath so that she wouldn’t slip, watch her in the water, wash her all over… all over. This was going to be really hard. Before going back to her room I picked up my bathrobe and tied the belt securely around my waist: I was not going to let my erection get in the way now.

Elly was sitting in her bed when I came back, and invited me to sit beside her. “Dad. I know this is uncomfortable for you. No, please, don’t try to hide it. It’s not fun for me either, but I know you love me and that we’re going to get through this. I don’t really want to be naked in front of you, but right now I don’t care. My body is some sick thing right now and I need to take care of it even if I don’t want to. So please don’t try to look away or pretend that everything’s perfectly fine. I know it won’t be easy, but let’s make this as painless as possible. Is that alright with you?”

“I guess. But, you don’t mind being naked in front of me?”

“I do, but not as much as you think. And anyway we have to do this. So don’t treat me like I’m a nun… Try to think of me as a little girl not yet old enough to take her bath alone. Remember that time?” she asked with a bright smile.

“I do. We had fun with those bubbles didn’t we?”

“We sure did Dad.” she smiled again. “I don’t use bubbles in my bath anymore, but we could still make this as fun as possible. Ready?”

She opened her arms and leaned into me. I hugged her for a second or two before lifting her up. A few seconds later and we were there, the first test: I had to undress her. Luckily she only had a tee-shirt and panties. Everything happened in a blur after that until she was in the bath. My eyes roamed over her entire body, taking in her small but delightfully beautiful breasts, the long-untrimmed bush that didn’t manage to hide a compact pussy underneath, the firm hips and ass so thin and yet so sexy. Then she was in my arms again, naked, vulnerable, looking straight into my eyes as my breath was blowing across her breasts.

She smiled softly when I lowered her into the water. A long sigh of delight as the hot water covered her. Her eyes were closed, she was stretching her legs then twisting her torso to stretch more muscles. When she straightened her arms down and arched her back, her breasts broke the surface and shone with all their innocence. Soft supple nipples; pale red, somewhere between red and pink, were like small crowns on her mounds; young flesh thrusting upwards.

My cock was already hard, already erect as if I was a teenager myself. Luckily my position kneeling beside the bath, as well as my robe, prevented that from becoming a problem. But damn it! I’d never been attracted by thin girls! Why did the first time have to be my daughter? Forbidden lust, forbidden thoughts, forbidden flesh. Yet my body was reacting beyond my will, beyond my ability to control it. A few minutes later the really difficult part began: the washing. As she handed me the soap, Elly said “Dad. Listen to me. You have to wash me, wash every part of my body. We just have to do it. Don’t try to spare my feelings and even if your hand touches something it’s not supposed to… just keep going. Now’s not the time to bother with that. Ok?”

“I’ll do my best Elly, but I’m really not comfortable with this…”

“I know Dad, but I need you now.”

She was smiling again, trying to make me feel better. If she only knew! I did feel good, and that was the problem. It felt a heck of a lot too good. And then I spotted a big glove Helena sometimes uses. I put it on and rubbed the soap into it. “Do you really have to use that?”

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Sister Knows Best Ch. 01

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For my 18th birthday I had a pretty normal day. I opened up some presents and had some cake. The only plans I’d made were to spend the next day shopping with my sister at the city she lives in. So we went to her flat to spend the night so we don’t get stuck in traffic the next day.

The things you should probably know first are that she’s 31 years old but still very hot. A 5F-4 high brunette with a nice curved ass and 36DD breasts. I couldn’t help but fantasize about fucking her sometimes, right?

Me, I was only just 18 and bearing in mind my birthday’s in December it wasn’t all that surprising we got snowed in.

I was still half asleep when my sister came into the room and told me it was snowing so much we can’t leave. I just looked at her; she was in a pink bath robe that was loosely tied.

“Then what shall we do?” I replied.

I was still staring at her. Her silky legs were bare and I could almost make out a lacy thong she was wearing. Her body was damp from a shower she had just taken. The thong actually looked damp as well. It was going up her slit- Yup, camel toe.

“Do me.”

I looked at her in disbelief, waiting to find out if I’d heard her wrong or something. It all felt like a dream. Then she started to untie anime porno her robe. My jaw was opening up and my mouth starting to water. I realised she might just be playing a joke on me. I should at least protest a bit.

“What are you on about?” As though I didn’t understand see wanted me to see her naked.

No reply. She just opened it up and let it fall to the ground. Then as she started walking to me from the door.

“You make me so wet. All hot guys do. I’m still a virgin you know; and I know you are too so let’s have sex. Just once if you want- it can be my little secret birthday present to you.”

My mind felt like it was going to explode. I looked up and down her body, openly scanning her now. My big sisters body is perfect. Her nipples were hard and I could see them popping up through her matching white lacy bra.

Then I got up out of bed, in my boxer shorts I walked over to her and grabbed her hand. I placed it on my tenting boxers and she wrapped it around my cock. She was breathing deep and so was I. I could feel her hand tensing and then unwrapping itself from me. I looked down at her face and a cheeky grin emerged. Her hand sunk under my shorts and each finger slowly started to enclose around me again. asyalı porno Tighter now, without any clothes between her and me.

“I want to feel your cum drip onto my hand, big boy.” My sister started to wanking me of. First slowly, though after a while she speeded up; and like a pro she got on her knees and started using both hands. Cupping and caressing my balls with one hand whilst pumping her other up and down me. I was almost ready to cum when she said-

“Let’s take this over to the bed”

After I sat down on the bed she let her thong come down and took of her bra. Her huge tits came out and her big pink nipples were a view I couldn’t resist. Her pussy was shaven. All but one strip that came down to her clit. After giving me a look she got her knees again blushing by how hot I obviously thought she looked.

“Sit back and relax now bro.” She said

She pulled my boxers down to look at my fully hardened cock and smiled again. All of sudden she opened her mouth and swallowed me.

“Aahh, that feels soo good!” I screamed.

Her saliva covered my cock as it went deeper into her mouth. My sisters tong spread out under the head of my penis and draped itself around my length. Her lips had actually gotten to my pubic backroom casting porno hair and still I was going deeper into her mouth.

She whipped her tong against my dick again and again, then moved into a motion were she lifted her head until it was almost of me- and then quickly rushed back down my cock. Again and aging she did this rocking back and forth, increasingly faster. I grabbed the back of her head with my left hand. My fingers weaved through streaks of her smooth, wet hair. Pulling her onto me as she hummed, sending vibrations down my penis.

Soon my balls were churning, and I yelled — “I’m about to cum!”

Her reaction- grab my hips and pull her mouth in on me tightening her lips. I could feel the back of her mouth touch my bell-end so I didn’t hold back any longer. My cum shot out at an enormous speed, the streams kept on flowing out of me and my sister had no intention of letting a drop of it out of her mouth. Her tong wriggled up and down my shaft as more came out of me. Almost splashing against her, she still swallowed it all. Not just tasting me but drinking all I has to offer.

Finally I let go of her head and she moved back. A thin vine of semen was still connecting me and the roof of my sisters mouth. Without hesitation she angled her head and stuck out her tong caching all of it.

“I guess that takes care of breakfast for me.” She smiled and licked her lips. I could tell their was still allot more to come and I smiled back in delight.

*End of part 1*

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Jill and I Ch. 01

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This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It’s a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast

Dennis, 25 years old, 5′ 11″, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.

Jill, 30 years old, 5′ 7″, 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.

Gina, 30 years old, 5’6″, 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill’s best friend.

Denise, 25 years old, 5’1″, 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ friend and works with Dennis.

Mike, 27 years old, 5’10”, 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise’s boyfriend.

Jeff, 33 years old, 6′, 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ brother.

Chapter 1. Infatuation

September 16th, 2011

I had been working at Robert Trask, Inc. for about 3 years. It was my first job out of college and I liked working there. I had graduated with a degree in Computer Science in 2008 and had been hired into a junior database engineer position. They trained me to be a database administrator and then a PL/SQL Programmer, which means writing code to update data, views, and tables received and used by several databases.

I worked in a nice, but small cubicle. The cubicles were about 8 foot square, which was pretty generous in the world of saving overhead for companies. There were about 60 cubes and 10 offices on my floor and this meant that there were about 5 small projects belonging to two different divisions in my company. My company had several floors of this office building and I was on the 5th floor.

In the cube next to me was a woman named Denise. She was on the same project and we got jokes about being Dennis and Denise right next to each other and sometimes our neighbors delighted in switching our interoffice mail. Denise and I had become very good friends. She was living with her boyfriend in an apartment not far from me and I got together with them to watch sports that we both liked. I knew her and her boyfriend, Mike, pretty well. But Denise and I talked about everything. She had become my best friend even though she was a woman, which was a first for me.

One of the projects at the other end of the building had a manager, Jill, who was 30. She was fairly pretty and slim, about 5’7″, with just enough curves to be attractive. I had been in a couple of meetings where the different projects shared their lessons learned and discussed ways to improve. I had come away impressed with Jill. When asked to present something she was always extremely professional, very knowledgeable, and completely prepared.

This Friday evening, we had a very large group that had gathered at a local watering hole for the “obligatory” monthly gathering and happy hour. At least all the single people felt it was an obligatory affair. If you didn’t show up, drink, and have fun, you could end up the butt of several jokes over the next few weeks. Of course, that was only if someone didn’t make a bigger fool of themselves at the bar. I, of course, never, ever did so — I swear!

We were gathered around laughing and drinking, some people flirting with others when Jill showed up. She had only shown up once before that I could remember and that had been about a year before. As a manager, I think she tried to maintain a little separation from the rest of us and I had not had a chance to talk to her that previous time. We had a large gathering of tables scrambled together and the drinks were flowing. When she showed up she took the only vacant chair that was on the very end of the formed line of tables, right next to me. The later you showed up the more likely it was that you wouldn’t get a place to sit and have to congregate behind people or sit on the end, kind of out of the mainstream of the merriment. I was at the end of the table near where she sat down in that last empty chair, having shown up late myself. I was on my fourth beer already and knew I would have to get something to eat before driving home.

I turned to her when she sat down and put my hand out. “Hi, I’m Dennis Watson.”

She smiled and took my hand to shake it. Hers was warm. She gave me a friendly smile. “Jill — Jill Mathewson.” She looked toward the center of the table at the pitchers of beer. “Can you reach the pitchers and empty mugs?”

“Sure.” I reached over and was able to get a fresh mug and a pitcher and brought it down to our end. I poured her a beer.

She took it and picked it up. “Thanks, and cheers.” I reciprocated and we each took a long drink. She leaned back. “Wow! After this week, I definitely needed that.”

“Tough week?”

She was taking another large drink as I asked that. She finished drinking and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to avoid doing it in a vulgar manner, but still not self conscious about it. “Oh yes.” She took another quick drink and I liked the way she did it. She was not trying to be little miss manners, she was just drinking and showing that she was relaxed and having naughty america porno fun. “You know, we were introduced a long time ago not long after you started.”

“Yeah? Do you remember that?” I wondered if she remembered me. She had made a good impression and I could remember everything about her from our first introduction, including the face that she was attractive. I remembered that she was in the middle of something very important for her team and seemed a little rushed when I was brought into her office to meet her. Her office was professional with little personal effects except for a diploma. I didn’t have time to look at it because she immediately went into her spiel. She was also professional and courteous and took her time to look me in the eyes and talk to me for a couple of minutes. She didn’t look at her computer, she didn’t act fidgety, and she was calm and composed. Not something I saw in all the managers. She had been dressed in a woman’s business suit with a nice jacket and skirt, all in grey with a peach blouse. I remember it because I saw her leave immediately after our meeting to gather her team. She had not shouted, just been very direct and courteous to them as well. She made an impression and I was reminded of it during the meetings we held. I just had never had a chance to talk to her.

“You were probably introduced to a lot of people when you were first starting, so maybe you don’t remember.”

“Well, ummm, I mean, yes, I remember and I know who you are.” I realized that she was watching me carefully and smirking. “Okay, I admit that I remember the meeting and it’s because I think you are very good at your job, you were very professional and courteous in our meeting, and well, you are also a good looking woman.”

She arched her eyebrows. “You’re saying that you remember me because I was professional and good at my job when we first met? Or is that last part the only reason you remember me? You noticed me for just my looks at first, didn’t you?” She was grinning and I thought that she was teasing me.

“Well, you were dressed in a grey suit and peach blouse, but I mostly remember that you took the time to talk to me, not to your computer, not to the guy who brought me in, and you didn’t act distracted. You were direct and nice, and I liked that.”

She studied me for a minute with a small smile. “That’s one of my favorite suits. I can’t believe you remember that. Most people don’t remember my outfits.” She then studied my clothes and looks closely. I knew what she was doing and I grinned as she looked up at me and realized I was smirking. “What?”

“Are you studying me to see if I’m gay because the cliché is that a gay man would remember your clothes better than a straight man?”

Her eyes went wide and she stared at me for a second. “Oh! Sorry. I didn’t mean anything and I definitely wasn’t passing any judgments.”

I held up my hand to stop her. “Hey, no problem. I wasn’t saying you were prejudiced or biased or anything like that. I was just guessing and kidding you.”

She looked at me seriously for a little while longer until she suddenly seemed to decide that that was fine. “Okay, let’s have another beer.” She had finished hers and held up her mug. I retrieved the nearest pitcher and refilled her glass but not mine. She looked at my mug and back up at me. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just finished my fifth and I think I’m going to the Indian restaurant next door to get something to eat before I drive home. I don’t have anything going on tonight and I just want to relax and take my time having dinner and sobering up.”

“Oh, yeah. Indian sounds good. Mind if I join you?” She blurted that out and then quickly looked up at me to see my reaction. “It’s not a date or an offer or anything. I just mean getting something to eat at the same time, you know?”

I smiled at her. She was actually very cute when seeming to backtrack or apologize and this was her second in a few minutes. “Hey, not a problem. I wasn’t taking it that way. Let’s just go have something to eat at the same time.”

We decided to settle up with the group by dropping some cash in the middle. She made me do it first and go to the restaurant to get a table. She waited a couple of minutes and talked to some other people so that there would be no office gossip. I knew that as a manager and a woman she had to be careful of that.

When she arrived I had already made sure to order and get a mixed bread basket. I loved all the Indian breads, especially the garlic and potato filled ones. Jill came in and sat across from me. She smiled. “Sorry that took so long. I had to at least converse with some of my project folks.”

“No problem. I got us some bread, but only asked for water to drink. If you want something else, we can call the waiter over.”

She looked around. “Well, I didn’t guzzle as much alcohol as you.” She grinned as she teased me. “I think I’ll have one of those large Flying Horse beers.” nubiles porno She finally got the waiter’s attention and ordered the beer. Then she looked back at me. “So — you’ve been here for a few years. How do you like Trask?”

“I enjoy the work environment and my manager. There’s not that much pressure. As long as we work on our assigned job and meet the estimates we provided, we seem to just perk along nicely. How is it being a manager?”

“Well, I’m still just a project manager of a small project. I want to be a Director and then a VP if I can. I like the company and want to stay and move up in it. I think it’s a great company and right now I can’t see myself leaving.”

We continued to discuss a few people and funny incidents that had occurred and I found her to be an excellent conversationalist. I really enjoyed her company and then I realized that I was attracted to her — as a woman. I found that she was really good at talking about work and everything, but she never said anything about herself. When I asked her about where she grew up and college, she effortlessly changed the subject by making a cool segue. I had never thought about her this way before. She had just been a near-30 year old woman who worked in the same company and that I thought was good at her job. Now I was thinking of her as a “prospect”, someone to ask out on a date.

The dinner was relaxed and fun. I was trying to stay detached, but I found myself completely enthralled by this intelligent and somewhat mysterious woman. I was hoping it wouldn’t show through since she was talking away about work and oblivious to my staring at her and watching her every move. I found myself memorizing the way one side of her mouth curled up higher when she was saying something she thought was funny. I smiled at the way she kept tucking the loose strand of hair on her right side back behind her ear. It would continue to come down and then she would absentmindedly tuck it back again and again. She seemed completely at ease in this environment and I was determined to learn more about her. Hell, I wanted to ask her out.

By the time dinner was over, she had finished the Flying Horse and had decided to have a post dinner cocktail. She ordered and drank it and I watched her talk. I interjected a few things, but she was on a roll and loved to talk about work and other interests. The one thing she never mentioned was herself. I found it completely endearing.

When dinner was over we split the bill and went our separate ways. I really wanted to ask her out or even see if she wanted to do something else for the rest of the night; go to a movie, a bar, have sex — I was after all a horny 25 year old. But it was not to be and she quickly departed, leaving me to enjoy another quiet evening at home. I almost never had the energy to go out on Friday if I made an early happy hour and got a little drunk. I went home and relaxed and thought about how attracted I was to her. She was everything I always found attractive in women. She was strong, but feminine, successful, pretty, and spoke her mind, not afraid to voice her opinions. I was smitten and I knew I wanted to pursue her. The question was how.

When I saw Jill at work the next week, she acted like we still barely knew each other. I was a little put off by that, but figured she was just protecting herself.

One day, a couple of weeks later, at the small café on the first floor of our building, I just walked up and sat down next to her at lunch.

“Hello, Ms. Mathewson. May I sit down?” I asked this as I was already sitting.

Jill laughed. “Well, it doesn’t seem like I can deter you from it. And why the formal greeting? Jill isn’t good enough for you?”

“I’ve always been told to respect my elders.” I smirked.

She gave me a glare, but with the hint of mischief in her eyes. “Hey, careful!”

“So — Jill, how are you?”

“Fine. Just busy.”

“I wanted to stop by and talk to you a few times after the happy hour, but you always seemed busy or were out of the office when I was there.”

She looked at me closely. “I’ve been very busy, true, but I also don’t want you coming in and spending too much time hanging around. That would just be too much fodder for the gossipmongers.”

“Oh.” I understood where she was coming from, but our conversation had gone so well that night in the restaurant that I was hoping she’d consider me a friend — or more. Besides, we were not in the same division and were consenting adults. So what if we dated? Or maybe she was put off because I was younger than her. “So if I asked you to go out to dinner with me that would be too forward?” I tried to smirk and let her take it seriously or as a joke.

She watched me closely for a moment, and her face closed up, showing me no emotion whatsoever. “I think not, right now.” She couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable the way she squirmed, but her face was still stone. “I’m not really ready for that. Bad memories and all that.”

“Oh, okay.” I olgun porno felt a little better thinking that she was just coming out of some kind of bad relationship and there was still hope for the future. “Maybe some time in the future.”

Her face changed back to her normal one. “Maybe.” The way she said it, however, it sounded like a no.

I got up and left, feeling shut down and out of place sitting with her after that. I went back to work.

September 23rd, 2011

The next week the group decided to have another happy hour. I got there late and the only chair at our congregation of tables was at the end, right next to Jill. I decided to act a little put out by her.

“Hello, Jill.” I sat down.

She looked at me and gave me a wan smile. “Hello.”

“Can you pass me a mug and the pitcher?”

She got the attention of the guy next to her and he passed them down. I took them and filled up my mug. I took a good strong drink and tried to look relaxed and satisfied. I looked up at one of the large TV screens that were showing something, but I was not really paying it any attention. I was trying to just gaze in the distance and see if I could catch her looking at me out of the corner of my eyes while I ignored her. She was. Finally, she leaned over and touched me on the forearm.

“Dennis?”

I turned to look at her, trying to keep a disinterested look on my face. “Yes?”

She looked down at her hands and she was fidgeting with them. Nervousness from Jill? Interesting! “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. I knew you wanted to ask me out before you did and then when you did, I just didn’t know what to say.”

I spoke to her coldly and in a matter of fact voice. “You told me why. You weren’t ready. That’s okay. We’re both adults. Maybe you just don’t like me or want to date. Whatever it is, hey, it’s fine. I understand.” I looked back up at the TV like I wasn’t interested, but she knew the cold shoulder when she got it.

She stared at me for a moment and then set her jaw. I could see her getting angry even from the corner of my eyes. Good. I wasn’t in a good mood anyway.

“Dennis, this is not a good place for this. Can we go outside for a moment to talk?”

“Sure.” I acted nonchalant and stood up to head outside. I went out the front door around to where the outside patio was since it was closed. One minute later Jill followed.

Jill stood in front of me and I could tell she was mad. “Look, I’m trying to apologize, okay? I avoided you and didn’t want to have anything to do with you. Sorry. It’s not easy being a woman and a manager where so many people are just waiting for you to fail or make a mistake. I just promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone at work. It’s just bad to fish in that little pond. And don’t act like I took away your favorite toy just because I said no to a date.” She glared at me.

I softened a little. “Okay, look, I’m sorry for the cold shoulder act. I understand what you are saying about work and everything. It’s just that I thought we were friends and you wouldn’t even acknowledge me as that. That made me mad. Being friends shouldn’t threaten you like that.”

Jill looked up at me. She spoke firmly. “I avoided you not because I didn’t want to go out with you, but because I was definitely attracted to you and really did want to go out with you. You were a good listener at dinner last week and I was tempted to go out with you.” I stared at her as she continued. “I can’t afford any entanglements right now and you really don’t know a thing about me. I need to concentrate on work.”

I moved closer to her. “Jill, that’s what dating is all about. I would find out more about you and get to know you while you did the same with me. I don’t like the way you said entanglement either. You make that sound like a major problem. We can date without it being an ‘entanglement’.” I highlighted entanglement by quoting with my hands, even though I normally detested people who did that.

She looked up at me and I could see her entire body relax and her shoulders slump, like she had lost the argument. “Okay.”

Huh? “Okay, what?”

“I’ll go out with you.”

I tried not to look too overjoyed or smug. I looked over toward the Indian restaurant. “Feel like Indian food tonight?”

She smiled meekly. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

We walked over to the restaurant to have dinner. After another beer and dinner, she started perking up again and was back to her old gregarious self. She beat around the bush about her education, but finally told me that she got her degree after two years at a junior college and then a transfer to Southern Illinois University. She had graduated in 2005. That’s all I got from her about that. I queried her about her family.

“What about your mother and father?”

She stared at the table, the smile running away from her face, and I could tell this was not good. “My mother died about 10 years ago.” She paused.

“I’m sorry, Jill.”

She looked up at me. “My father I never really knew. I grew up with just my mother.” She didn’t elaborate about her father.

She finally looked up at me and put on a plastic smile. “So what about your family?” She always changed the subject as soon as we got to the uncomfortable parts.

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