“Hi gang,
First let me apologize for taking so long to get out this next chapter. With the holidays and everything, there wasn’t a lot of time to sit down at the keyboard. That this got written at all is testament to the respect I have for all of you who took the time to provide such wonderful feedback. You folks are great motivators! Hope you enjoy this chapter and will take the time to vote your approval. Take care and be well… Bobby T.”
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You know the way that dreams go. Some you can remember, some you can’t. Some seem real and some are totally “out there” and weird. Some seem to be based on real events from your past and some are based on pure fantasy.
I love it when I’m deep into a dream and somehow sense that it’s just a dream. You can just go with it because you know it’s not real. There have been other times however, when I get the shit scared out of me because I can’t tell the nightmare from reality and I wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. On these occasions I become very relieved that my nightmare was just a dream and wasn’t real. Worst of all however, are the times that you hate to wake up because the dream was so cool and you wanted it to go on forever.
This was one of those dreams. It may have started off as a bit of a nightmare but thankfully, it turned into something quite different.
In this particular dream, I was still a virgin (which is not much of a stretch, although I was doing quite well of recent, thank you very much). I was sitting in a Laundromat trying to catch up with what seemed about three months worth of dirty laundry. I hate doing laundry! To help pass the time I brought along a magazine and my portable MP3 player so I could listen to some tunes. In this dream I must have moved out of the house and been on my own. (Otherwise, why would I be in a fucking Laundromat?)
So here I was, sitting in a Laundromat working through a huge backlog of dirty laundry. Pretty much everything I owned was in these washing machines. All I had on were my sneakers, a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. No socks and no underwear because everything I owned was in the wash. No big deal.
I sat there listening to some tunes and flipped through my magazine…boring! I munched my way through a bag of M&M’s and when finished, went over to the garbage can to put my litter where it belonged. As I went to throw the wrapper into the can, something caught my eye. Looking around for fear of being tagged a dumpster diver, (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) I saw that the coast was clear and reached in to see what it was. I pulled out a little booklet that turned out to be a mini-catalog for porn videos. Now we’re talking! This won’t be as boring as the stupid magazine I was reading! Cool. The cover photo featured a blonde chick that had some well-hung dude’s big cock completely down her throat. A little inset photo showed the same chick with about a gallon of cum all over her face.
I quickly tucked the catalog inside my magazine and returned to my seat in front of the gang of washing machines that were doing their thing to my clothes. As I flipped through the booklet, I saw page after page of ads for videos about pretty much everything. Many of them however, seemed to follow roughly the same theme and contained shots of some large breasted women who were sucking cocks or getting a load in the face. I guess the last person who had this booklet had interests similar to mine!
In the context of this dream, the closest I had ever come to having a meaningful relationship involving sex was the night I gave my right hand a name. Yup, Ms. Palmer (my right hand) was the only girlfriend I had ever had sex with and she would probably be the only one until I got out of school and had time to have a life.
I quickly flipped through the booklet and then started back at the beginning to study each page and every ad in great detail. I noticed that most of the guys in the photos had a cock about the same size as mine. I always thought my cock was pretty big but maybe I was wrong because after all, most of the cocks in the photos were almost the same size as mine. I stopped to ponder that thought for a minute and didn’t know what to make of it.
All through high school, I could tell from time spent in the school showers that my cock was at least twice as big as most of the other guys and yet here was proof that I was pretty average. Hmmm. I quickly forgot about that and went back to studying the photos. I seemed to get stuck on one particular page that had a photograph of a girl with absolutely huge tits bending over to suck a guy off who sat in a chair. I was absolutely awe struck by the sight of her huge, low hanging breasts. They hung very far away from her body and I sat there wondering what they would feel like. They looked liked they weighed a ton. I’ll bet they are nice and soft and that the breast flesh would roll through my fingers. Unfortunately, I had never felt a set of tits before and I was captivated by the thought of feeling a set like these. As I tried to carry on and look at the other pictures, I kept getting drawn back to this one particular photo. I was in awe of this chick’s big hanging tits. The fact that she had the guys obviously big and thick cock down her throat was pretty cool but what really got me going was the way her tits hung so low. They must be enormous. I tried to imagine what she her tits would look like if she was standing up straight. As I stared at the photo, I became painfully aware that I was developing a woody. Shit!
There was no way my stupid running shorts could contain my bad boy when it got hard and sure enough, it started to grow and the head of my cock stuck out the bottom of my shorts. As it got harder and started to rise, it pulled back the leg of my shorts. Fuck! I grabbed my magazine, covered my dick and took a very quick look around. Whew! The place still looked empty and no one saw me. I tried as discreetly as possible to tuck it back into the leg of my shorts but it was way too big by now. I stood up and carefully stuffed it back up into my shorts and tried to position it so that it was standing straight up against my belly. Thank goodness for my t-shirt because about six inches of my cock was sticking up past the waistband of my shorts. I shifted my cock to the side a bit so I could sit down and arranged my t-shirt so that my cock was covered up.
I thought about taking the little porn booklet into the washroom and allow Ms. Palmer to beat my meat in an attempt to get rid of my hardon but I was worried someone might come by as steal my clothes. I looked at the sign on the wall that said “DO NOT LEAVE THE MACHINES UNATTENDED” and I guessed theft of other peoples clothing must be a big deal here. That would never do. Every stitch of clothing I owned was in these machines.
What to do? I thought I’d better try to resist the temptation to look at the booklet again if I wanted to give my boner a chance to settle down. Usually when I got a hardon, the only thing that would make it go away was to jerk off once or twice. I wished my laundry was finished already so I could run home and spank my monkey while looking at the booklet and staring at those big swinging tits that fascinated me so much. I knew that this little booklet would provide enough brain candy for quite a few jerk-off sessions. I tucked the booklet away inside my magazine and set it down in my laundry basket. It was then, after I looked up, that I saw a woman on the other side of this row of washers staring at me. Shit! I must have turned about six shades of red. Where did she come from? How much did she see? How long had she been watching me? Fuck! Talk about embarrassed. I must have been so preoccupied with my inconsiderate hardon that I never saw or heard her enter through the back door. Fuck! She looked at me like I was a total pervert. Fuck! She was still carrying her laundry basket and seemed frozen in place with her mouth open and staring at me. Fuck!
She suddenly snapped out of it and came to her senses. She dropped her laundry basket and took out a cell phone from the pocket of her purse. Fuck! Double Fuck! Was she calling the cops? Fuck me! She punched in a few numbers and then holding the cell phone out in front of her like a shield, came around to my side of the machines and approached me. Fuck! Shit! Piss!
“Can you read the numbers I have just entered into my phone young man”? I looked at her phone and just about shit myself when I saw the numbers “9-1-1″.
Fuck!
“Did you hear me?”
“Um, er, yes Ma’am.”
“And what are they?”
“9-1-1 Ma’am.”
“That’s right, and I’m about 2 seconds away from calling the police to come and take you away you dirty, evil little pervert.”
Fuck!
“I’m not a pervert Ma’am. Honest. I didn’t even know you were there. I’m so embarrassed. I’m not a pervert, honest!”
She seemed to crack a tiny little smile in the corner of her mouth but in my current state of panic, I couldn’t interpret body language. Shit, right now I couldn’t interpret shit from shinola.
“Well if you are not a pervert, what do you call that dirty, obscene little display I just witnessed?”
“I didn’t mean to cause any harm. My … er, thing got hard and fell out of my shorts. I was just trying to put it away again. I couldn’t help it. It does that on it’s own sometimes and I was just trying to make it go away, honest. I didn’t know you were here and I didn’t play with it or even touch it except to put it away.”
“So you’re telling me that it might not be necessary for me to call the police and have them take you to jail”
I just about shit myself again. I was about two seconds from being hauled off to jail and booked as some kind of dirty little pervert.
“No Ma’am. It won’t be necessary. Really. I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t touch it again and now that I know you’re here, I’ll make sure that it won’t be a problem. I’m so embarrassed by all of this. I’d like you to believe that I meant no harm. Please give me a break.”
She looked into my eyes and said, “Well, I’ll let it go for now but if you do anything weird, and I mean anything, I’m going to call the police.”
“Thank you for being so understanding. I’m really sorry Ma’am. I can assure you that I won’t give you any reason to pick up that phone again.”
Just as I finished my last words, I saw her glance at my crotch. I felt like a fucking spastic. Awkwardly, I held my hands in front of me to hide my cock but when I saw her look at my crotch I thought she might think I was playing with myself so I fired my hands behind my back. Wrong move! As soon as I had placed my hands behind my back, my cock (quite flaccid from having the shit scared out of me) fell out of the leg of my shorts again. Shit! I reached around and pulled down my shorts and t-shirt until I felt like a proper idiot. I stood there shifting my weight from one foot to the other and begged her not to think poorly of me.
“Oh shit! I’m really sorry! All my underwear is in the washer and as soon as it’s dry I promise I’ll put some on so my …er, thing won’t fall out anymore. You can be sure that there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll just finish the rest of my wash and get out of here as fast as I can.”
She snapped her cell phone closed and said, “Very well, you just behave yourself or you and that big thing of yours will be in a world of trouble.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
With that, she went back to her side of the washing machines and started firing clothes in a couple of washing machines. If I didn’t know better I’d say she was smirking.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief thinking I had just dodged a bullet. I sat there daydreaming about what might have happened if I had to try and explain my way out of this to the police.
I had to take a piss. Now that this woman was here, I thought my clothes should be reasonably safe. (I thought she was probably a better deterrent than a Pitt Bull Terrier). I went to the washroom and stood at the urinal to drain my lizard. As I relieved myself, I looked at my cock and thought, “This thing will have to behave itself or it’s going to get me in deep shit”. I vowed that as soon as I had a clean pair of underwear out of the wash I would return to the washroom and put them on. I didn’t want to run the risk of having my cock fall out of my shorts again and end up going to jail. The woman had really freaked me out.
As I was putting my cock away, I noticed a hole in the wall beside the urinal. Weird. It was about four inches in diameter and was about at waist level. It was dark on the other side of the hole and I bent over to check it out. I tried to see what was on the other side of the hole and could only make out shadows. Eventually my eyes started to adjust and I figured out that I was looking into a stall in another washroom. Not quite knowing what of make of this I tucked myself away, washed my hands and left the bathroom. As I headed back to my seat, I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the door next the men’s washroom was for the ladies washroom and figured that the hole I saw must go into one of the stalls in the ladies can. Hmmm. That’s weird.
I grabbed a Coke from a vending machine and sat down in front of ‘my’ washers. I was thinking about the hole in the wall of the washroom when “She” came around to my side of the machines and started to read some advertising that was posted on a bulletin board. She was still about 15 feet away but I was getting my first look at the lady who held my fate on the speed dial of her cell phone. I realized that the whole time she had been talking to me, I never really got a chance to look at her (through my panic stricken eyes). Taking care to not be caught staring at her, I started to check her out.
At first glance, she had appeared to be a woman that was pretty much average in every respect. She wore a very baggy, loose fitting top over a pair of jeans. She had a scarf tied over her hair and wore stupid looking horned rim type glasses that made her look like any frumpy middle-aged woman who was right at home clipping coupons and taking the kids to McDonalds.
Upon closer inspection however, I started to notice some things about her. Although her loose fitting top was quite long, when she bent over her tight jeans revealed that she had slender legs and a nice little butt. Her baggy top was so big that I had no idea what her upper body looked like.
Then it happened.
Facing away from me, she bent over to look at a pile of free local newspapers that were stacked in piles on the floor underneath the bulletin board. She was at just the right angle that when she bent over, keeping her legs straight, her blouse fell away and I could see right up her top. What I saw made me shudder. There they were! Huge fucking tits! They hung down a fucking mile. Fuck! She stayed in that position for at least a minute and as she looked from one pile of papers to the next, her huge tits would swing around like heavy pendulums. They seemed to hang about a foot away from her body and were shaped just like the big tits that had turned me on so much in the little porn catalog. I could feel my cock starting to get hard again and started to panic.
Just then, she quickly stood up and looked over her shoulder at me. Fuck! I averted my gaze as fast as I could but I knew she had caught me checking her out. I thought she was going to reach for her cell phone or at least ream me out but all she did was simply turn back to look at the bulletin board again. Whew! Then she did it again. Over she went, bending over and hanging her big tits in plain view. I could see right up her blouse and could plainly see both big tits just hanging there. She moved around a bit and they started swinging. Fuck! They looked huge! They seemed to be shaped like huge teardrops. It looked like I might be able to just reach both hands around them at the base, where they joined her body, but then they swelled out to gigantic proportions before coming almost to a point at her nipples. Her big pinky-brown nipples were in plain sight and pointed right at the floor. My cock started growing more and more and as carefully as I could, I shifted my dick into a more comfortable and concealed position under my t-shirt. Shit! This was all I needed! I looked away just in time because out of the corner of my eye I could see her twist her body a bit so that she could look at me while she was bending over. Still bent over, she went back to looking at the newspapers on the floor and instead of picking one up, she started slowly turning the pages. This caused her big melons to start swinging around again and I was close to going out of my mind. I knew I shouldn’t be looking but try as I might, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her big tits. Then she did something that really fucked me up!
She stopped turning the pages of the newspaper and slowly reached up and under her top and felt one of her nipples. Although I was still about 15 feet away, I could see her gently tugging and tweaking on the nipple and then she grasped it firmly and pulled it down about six inches towards the floor and released it quickly. Her tit bounced around a couple of times and then just sat there, swinging with her movements.
The timer sounded on one of ‘my’ washing machines and I freaked out a little until I figured out what the noise was. I stood up, taking care to keep my cock under my t-shirt and went to the machine to take out my clothes. At the same moment, “Big Boobs” finally picked up the paper she had been reading and stood up. She turned to face my direction and appeared to be reading the paper but I could tell that if she wanted to, she could watch me while pretending to read. Her heavy, horned-rimmed glasses prevented me from seeing her eyes so I couldn’t be sure.
As I unloaded the washer, I was able to angle away from her to hide my hardon and filled a laundry basket with wet clothes. I held the laundry basket in front of me as I headed past her to a row of dryers mounted on the far wall. I carefully avoided eye contact because she scared the shit out of me. I tried to sneak a quick look at her tits but her big, baggy sweatshirt was very effective at hiding them.
I threw my wet clothes in the dryer and still using the basket as a shield to hide my dick, I went back to my seat to wait for the rest of my washing to finish. I was both afraid and pretty fucking excited right now. Here I was, close to being hauled off to jail for being a dirty little perv. At the same time, I had just seen my first pair of real live tits and they were huge, maybe even bigger than the ones in the porn catalog. I finished my Coke and was still thirsty so I went to get another one and went back to my seat. Within a minute or two, ‘She’ made her way back to the stack of papers and bent over again, giving me another long look at her huge, pendulous tits but just as I was getting into it, a couple of girls came in with some laundry. ‘She’ bolted upright and went back to her seat.
I sat there a little perplexed. Even my naive, inexperienced mind sensed that perhaps ‘She’ was intentionally giving me a look at her tits. I got excited at the thought that just maybe, this woman who had accused me of being a perv for simply adjusting my Johnson, was now the one putting on a show.
I slammed the rest of my coke and felt the urge to go to the bathroom again. I looked around and thought it was ok to leave the washing machines alone for a minute and headed for the can. I stood in front of the urinal and instead of yanking down my running shorts I pulled my cock out of the leg of my shorts. As I started to take a piss, I heard a noise and realized that someone had gone into the woman’s washroom next door. I could see through the hole that the light went on for a second but was turned off right away. These walls must be paper-thin because I could actually hear someone enter the stall and flick the latch. I had just started to piss and with two Cokes in me, there was no way I was going to stop. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just kept pissing. I didn’t think there was anyway I could get in trouble taking a piss in the men’s washroom. I pissed and then I pissed some more. Fuck, I needed that. As I was coming to the end of my piss, I thought I saw a slight movement right at the edge of the hole. Shit! I gave it a few more seconds and sure enough, I saw the tip of a nose at the edge of the hole.
“What went down the next day, when I was in Chicago?”
“I was all ready for him, with nothing on under this same robe as I am wearing now. I wanted to show him absolutely everything! It was fairly late when he got here. I was beginning to think I had frightened him off, but the nice big bulge in his shorts when he finally arrived reassured me!
“I sat him down in the chair where you are sitting now and then got one of the dining room chairs and sat right in front of him. I’m sure he was wondering what exactly was going on! Then I put my foot up on the seat beside him. My robe fell wide open, of course and he could see right up between my legs, my pussy, everything!
“He really looked stunned when I fished a nail file from my pocket and took hold of his hand, resting it on my bare knee, which made him sweat a bit, and started to tidy-up his fingernails. When I was done with his other hand, I asked him, “Do you like what you see?” I was referring to my pussy of course. All I got for an answer was a kind of gurgle, but it sounded something like a “yes”. Then I asked him if he had figured out why I had trimmed his nails. Once again, he had no answer for me. Meanwhile, he couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy; I’m sure he could see how wet I was by then.
“I licked his fingertips. “Well, my dear,” I told him, “whenever you want to put your fingers in a girl like this…” I dragged his hand down and slid his middle finger deep into my pussy. God! I was so ready for him! “You should always make sure your fingernails are short and smooth so that you don’t hurt her!” The expression on that boy’s face at that moment was a perfect picture!
“I put my other foot up on the chair and spread my legs wide. I showed David everything; my pubic mound, my inner and outer labia, my hood, my clit and, of course, my vagina. And I also showed him my anus, and told him it was exciting to be touched and entered there as well - as long as he didn’t put the same fingers back inside my pussy afterwards without thoroughly washing them first. And then I showed him how to caress my clit and make me cum. It was so erotic being so exposed to his eyes while he did that! My orgasm was so hard I flooded his hand with my juices!”
Merrill stills then shakes silently again, her thighs once more clamped tightly around her hand. This time, when she relaxes, she covers herself, hiding her swollen pussy lips from my gaze.
“Then I got to my knees and undressed him. His underpants were soaked with his pre-cum, but he hadn’t shot a load yet. It didn’t take long though, only seconds after I took him in my mouth. I just kept sucking him until he got hard again. This time he lasted a lot longer. After that I took him to my room and showed him how to make love properly. He was an A-Plus student!”
“So…?”
“Yes Daddy, I’ve showed David everything I know. And we’ve tried a few new things as well. His favourite position is doggy-style - he loves to squeeze my breasts while he takes me. Mine is me on top if you really must know! He also loves to go down on me while I suck his cock. The sex is so good! He can still cum lots of times in a session and he lasts a long time every time now - except when we do anal, that still over-excites him.”
Merrill uncoils from her chair, walks over to me and bends to plant a kiss on my forehead. The top of her robe hangs open, affording me a complete view of her lovely breasts. David, I think, what a lucky young bastard you are!
“So, Daddy,” she murmurs, seemingly unfazed that I am staring avidly at her body, “that’s how it all came about. Do you really, really want to interfere with something that honest and wonderful?”
“I….ummmm…”
“I thought not.” She kisses me again, and then stands erect, pulling her robe close around her. “I need to clean up. How about we go out to dinner later? Your favourite Italian?”
My daughter knows when she has me beaten!
I went out and left the pair of them to their own devices the next day. In fact, I didn’t see Merrill and David together for almost two weeks. That was when I returned home from a fifteen mile run to find them standing in our driveway, leaning against Merrill’s car, talking with a high-breasted, young, pony-tailed blonde girl with long, tanned, tennis-player legs that were only barely covered at the top by a soft denim micro-mini-skirt. Merrill had her arm around the girl’s shoulders and was murmuring earnestly in her ear. As I puffed closer, the young blonde buried her face in her hands and shook her head. I distinctly heard her laughing apologetically and saying “No! I really couldn’t!”
I stagger to a halt, sweating profusely - it has turned out to be a very much warmer morning than I had anticipated when I set out and I am shattered!
Merrill introduces me to Young Long-legged Blonde: “This is Becky, Dad…”
Rushing thoughts: Becky? Aha! David’s sister! About a year older than he is? My, you’ve certainly grown up young miss!
“Becky’s David’s sister. She’s been away at college, but is home on vacation for a few weeks.”
I hadn’t realised the school summer break was upon us. I duck my head in the girl’s direction. I would like to shake hands, to get just one fleeting touch of her, but I am covered in sweat. “Hi Becky, nice to see you again…”
“Mr Miller…”
“Don’t be silly” Merrill interjects, “his name’s Brendan…”
The girl smiles revealing perfect teeth, “Brendan…” Her violet eyes pierce me like lasers, “You look hot…”
“I’m boiled…excuse me, I have to go and cool down under the shower…”
As I turn away to go into the house, I hear Becky say, “Ok…” but I don’t realise the significance of that single word at that moment, or the fact it isn’t directed at me.
Later that afternoon, I am in the lounge reviewing some reports from the plant when Merrill and David come in through the French doors from the garden. They are holding hands…
“We’re going upstairs, d’you mind?” Merrill’s “question” is just a statement of fact. She is merely being polite.
“No, you two go ahead…” Then I totally stun myself. “Have fun…”
“Oh we will, Daddy, we will!”
Yeah, I bet you will, I think resignedly.
“Thank you, sir,” David says earnestly.
It is hard to carry on working, knowing what is going on upstairs, but I stick to my task manfully, resisting the temptation to go up and peek, until…
“Hello Mr Miller…Brendan…”
A slight waft of light perfume pre-warns me that I am not alone, but Becky’s voice still startles me. She is still wearing that impossibly short skirt, but now she has on a cut-off halter top that shows off her lithe belly to perfection. Her legs are truly amazing. I resist the urge to slide down further in my seat to see how much more of them I can view…
“Oh, hi there, Becky…if you’re looking for Merrill and David…”
The Devil takes over my tongue…
“They’re upstairs in her room…having sex…”
The girl flushes. I swear she shivers and presses her thighs tight together.
“How do you feel about that?” I demand. “What do you think of a much older person having a sexual relationship with a young person?”
“Well, I’m not sure that’s…”
I don’t give the girl the chance to finish. Mr Devil is now completely in charge…
“You don’t believe me do you! Come with me, I’ll show you…”
I get to my feet, scattering papers everywhere. Grasping her by the wrist, I lead Becky up the stairs to where I knew Merrill’s door will be wide open. She doesn’t offer any resistance, not even when I push her in front of me in the doorway so that she can see everything that is happening inside. Becky gasps and falls back against me. I hold her by the shoulders, keeping her there….
David is knelt astride my naked daughter’s head, his long cock pointing straight down for Merrill to lick and suck, which she is doing enthusiastically. Her long middle finger is buried deep in his ass, lunging rhythmically in time with her the movements of her mouth. Meanwhile, David is eating out her pussy. He too is fingering her anally, with at least two fingers spreading and stretching her sphincter, while the fingers of his other hand explore her pussy. They are so utterly absorbed in each other and their pleasure that they are unaware Becky and I are watching. In any case, I doubt they would care if they did know.
Becky trembles, staring at the scene before us, the tight rounds of her buns pressing back against my solid erection. She shows no inclination to leave now. In fact, yes! She is pushing back even more, making tiny circles with her ass-crack over my hard cock. I release her shoulders, running my palms down the warm skin of her arms, down until I grip her hips. She moans softly under her breath, humping my cock with increased purpose.
Mr Devil takes total control of me…
My right hand leaves her hip, sliding quickly down the outside of her skirt until my fingers meet the smoothness of her leg. Giving Becky no chance to protest, I climb rapidly back up underneath, grasping and kneading the firm globe of her buttock, and, from the rear, slipping the merest tips of my fingers beneath the constraining elastic into the warm, damp humidity between anus and vagina.
Becky gasps and grinds back on me once more. I ran my hand up over her hip, around to her heaving belly and fully into her panties, delving down towards the ultimate prize: the slippery wet slit between her thighs. Becky softly whispers: “No! Not here!” and quickly grips my hand to stop me from reaching my goal, holding it flat on her belly with the tip of my little finger buried in her lush pubic hair.
But, Mr Devil is not about to take no for an answer…
With my free hand, I push her mini up to her waist at the back and her panties down. Freeing myself quickly, I press my throbbing cock into gap at the tops of her thighs, rasping the ridged head along her pussy lips. It slides easily; she is very wet.
Becky’s knees sag. I have to grasp her around the chest to stop her from collapsing to the floor. My hand finds a firm, pliant breast; grasps it; kneads its unfettered resilience beneath her top. Becky moans again, but this time there is no “No!” just a muttered “Oh my God!”
She straightens and resumes her humping back at me, sliding her ever-moistening slash back and forth over the hot prong between her thighs. Her breath rasps raggedly in her throat. My fingers focus on the hard nubbin of her nipple, pinching; rolling; lightly tugging. She mewls “Please” and releases the hand she has held pressed to her belly.
I need no second bidding. I push my fingers down and under, over the plump, springy-topped mound and into the slippery wetness. I find my cock and press it harder into her cleft, harder against the hot clit sliding over it.
Becky rewards me with a second desperate “Please!”
I ease back until the head of my cock reaches the slick gateway to her body. Becky arches her spine, knees trembling, offering her womanhood expectantly for my taking.
Mr Devil decides that I should tease her…
I grasp my cock in my fingers. I twirl the bulging head over and around her entrance, dipping in just a millimeter or two and then withdrawing. Becky pushes back; tries to capture my cock with her wet nether mouth, but I keep my distance. Twirling…dipping…teasing…teasing…
And all the time Merrill and David feast on each other, still seemingly totally oblivious to Becky and me in the doorway, and our little sexual dance…
I whisper softly in Becky’s ear, pressing my cock just a little further into her wet cleft, “If you really want this I’ll be in my room, two doors along the passage…don’t be long.”
Becky nods, biting her lower lip, her breasts heaving. Despite the things we have been doing, she still stares wide-eyed at her brother and my daughter and what they are up to. I leave her to prepare myself; mentally in anguish that I have not broken the spell the promise of my cock has cast over her. Besides, I had to leave. I am too close to cumming and it is too early for that yet.
I need not have worried…
I am sat on the edge of my bed, naked beneath my bathrobe, waiting for her when she enters the room. She has kicked her shoes off somewhere along the way. There are high spots of colour in her cheeks and her nipples are stuck out hard under her thin halter top. And those legs! I have never wanted anyone more in my entire life!
“They ended up having anal sex,’ she says, quietly pushing the door shut behind her, ‘it was beautiful…”
I motion her to come to me, parting my thighs so that she can stand between them. My robe falls open at my waist, revealing the hard pole standing up from my groin. With her eyes fixed on my sex, Becky positions herself where I indicate. I place the flats of my palms on the outsides of her legs at knee level…
It seems strange asking at this point, but I still feel I have to. Perhaps it is an affirmation of the sexual charge that has built up between us: “Is this Ok with you?”
She nods…
I slide my hands further up the smooth warm skin to just under the hem of her skirt…
“And this?”
Becky nods again. I notice she has a light sheen of sweat on her upper lip…
Up further under her skirt…not asking permission now…grasping the waistband of her panties…pulling them down…down her thighs …down over her shapely calves…down to her ankles. Becky rests a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while she delicately steps out of them. They were once pristine white, but now they are stained with her excitement.
I look her in the eyes. Once again, I am astonished at the bright candour of her gaze…
“I can’t wait any longer…can you?”
Becky shakes her head, “I was ready back there…”
“Come here then…”
I help her to kneel astride me. I kiss her hard nipples through her top and she pulls it up and off and offers me her young, jutting breasts. I kiss and nibble at her bare teats. With a little cry, she crushes them to my face…
Urgency overtakes us now. Becky reaches down, undoes the tie, pulls my robe fully apart and thrusts it off my shoulders and arms to complete my nakedness. I push her mini right up to her waist. She quickly undoes a button and a short zip, and then pulls it up and over her head. I marvel at her youth, her tight body, the exquisite curves and planes of her, her firm little breasts, her taut belly, the springy golden tuft that only partially hides the stretched-apart beginning of her vaginal cleft.
Together we grasp my cock. The touch of her fingers sends a powerful jolt through me. Together we lead the throbbing head, slick with precum, down and under into the slippery, damp heat…
Becky gasps when my cock-head slides over her clit. She lowers herself onto me. Entry at last! A sharp squeak of pain tells me I am her first. Tight, hot wetness surrounds me. Living silk! Becky takes me deeper, pushing herself down over my hard heat. “Oh My!” she breathes, and buries her face into the side of my neck, clinging tightly with her arms around my back…
We are soon fully joined…breast to breast, belly to belly, pubis to pubis. Her sheath clasps me tightly, like a big warm hand. I can feel her every heartbeat through my cock! We begin to move…raising and lowering…shuddering breaths…soft, deep moans…wet sucking noises…the rising scent of female musk. Our tempo heightens…we reach a crescendo…my climax pulses through me without warning, shooting my warm sperm deep inside. Becky shudders violently. Her fingernails claw my back. She mewls sharply in my ear and then pulls tightly to me. I can feel the tumult happening in her vagina.
Slowly we return to earth; it is a luxurious homecoming. I notice that my bedroom door has been pushed open. Merrill and David, still naked, are standing in the entrance with their arms around each other. How long they have been watching Becky and I, I have no idea. They disengage from each other and clap their congratulations softly. I wave them away, anxious to take care of the warm, wonderful creature that still clings so tightly to me.
My cock softens and reluctantly slides from her body. Becky stirs and looks earnestly into my face. No laser beams now, just dewy softness…
“I guess I think older person-younger person relationships aren’t at all nasty after all…”
I cup a delicate young breast in my palm and rub the ball of my thumb across its pink tip. It responds instantly…
“Come, let’s lie down on the bed,” I tell her, “this older person is by no means finished with you yet!”
“Ooooo, good!” she smiles, climbing out of my lap and racing to the middle of the bed on her hands and knees to lie down, legs akimbo and hands behind her head. What a vision!
I stand up to get rid of my robe. Becky looks me over appraisingly…
“You have a nice body…”
“Yours is amazing!” I reply.
“I really meant it this morning when I said you were hot.”
“And I thought you meant I was sweaty!”
“That too…I think hot sweaty men are sexy…”
I crawl across the bed towards her. I can already feel my cock stirring back to life again. She pats the sheet, inviting me to lie down beside her. Becky doesn’t have to beg!
I release her hair from her ponytail. Long, golden, silky hair spills across the pillow…
“D’you like it?” she asks.
I twirl it around my fingers, “It’s beautiful.”
“I once had this kinky boyfriend when I was a junior at high school who liked to wrap it around his cock and masturbate.”
“How did you feel about that?”
“It was weird, but it kept him from trying to go too with me…I was far too young for intercourse…well, so I thought then.”
I let her hair flow through my fingers, “Damn! I wanted to be the first to do that!”
“You can’t be first at everything Mr Miller…Brendan! I have fooled around with guys quite a bit. But you have been first for one very important thing…the first one…and I hope there’s more to come…”
“Did it hurt bad?”
“Not as much as I thought it would…just a sharp sting…and then you made that go away pretty good!”
“If it’s still sore, I’d like to kiss it better.”
Becky spreads her legs wider apart, “Ummmmm! I think I’d like that very much!”
I kiss her ears…her eyelids…the tip of her nose. Becky pulls me down to kiss her mouth, something I am uncertain that she would want; after all, although she is a teenager, I am not. I kiss her chin…her throat…the tip of each perky little breast…her navel…all around her firm belly…down…twirling among her pubic hairs…down into the female fragrance…the salty-honey wetness…the quivering responses…the writhing orgasm…
Afterwards, I spread her wide…push her knees up to her chest and enter her…thrusting deep…possessing her utterly…driving us both to another shattering climax.
Later, after we have rested a short while, Becky takes me with her mouth, wrapping her silky golden hair around my cock and stroking my shaft with it until she sucks the sperm from me.
I want to have her again, but she protests that now she is indeed too sore. But then she makes my body and thoughts sing with her gravely spoken, “I am home for five more weeks…I want you to teach me everything you know…for us to have each other in every possible way we can…”
We shower quickly together. I invade Merrill’s sanctuary and find a clean pair of her panties - Becky’s are too wet for her to put on now that she is clean…I have them still, in an airtight plastic bag that I open occasionally to remind myself of her. And then we go down to the lounge to join Merrill and David. My wonderful daughter has tidied up the papers I left strewn all over….
“Well?”
Her look is a challenge. I raise my arms in surrender.
Becky and David stay to dinner. Simple pleasures…pizza…wine…laughter. Merrill and David disappear for a while before he and Becky have to head home. His sister and I get cozy in my big armchair until they have “done their thing”…like an hour later!
I escort my young lover through the darkness to the wall between our gardens. Merrill and David are right behind us. Before we say goodbye, Becky takes my hand and guides it up under her skirt to cup her pussy. The once dry pair of Merrill’s panties are now damp at their crotch. Reaching up and kissing the base of my throat, she murmurs, “I promise won’t be too sore tomorrow. Nite, nite, Lovely Older Person. Everything so far has been perfect. I hope you’re not too worn out.”
I pick her up and deposit her on the other side of the wall. “There’s plenty enough left for you, Young Baggage!”
Her “We’ll see about that!” comes with a cheeky grin and a quick squeeze of my groin. The hardness she finds elicits a sexy, “Ooooo, I hope that’s still around tomorrow!”
Merrill loops her arm through mine as we make our way back to our house. Strangely, even after today’s hot romp with Becky, the pressure of her breast on my elbow still has a sexual charge…
“Don’t get too fond of her, Dad…it’s only sex…”
I shrug ruefully, “Yeah, I know that in my heart of hearts. It’s going to be tough when the next five weeks are over, but I do know the score.”
My daughter squeezes my arm to her breast again, “It may not even last five weeks…young girls are notoriously fickle when it comes to relationships…”
But we did last the full five weeks. And true to Becky’s desires we tried everything I knew, and much more. When it came to our last “Goodbye” it was with passion and no regrets…and no tears. We still see each other occasionally, still friends, but the sex is finished between us.
What of Merrill and David? Well, things turned out somewhat differently for them. He is a qualified engineer now. He and Merrill have one child, a grandson for me, and she is carrying their second. Now that David is done with university they plan to get married…