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The sexual tension between Darren and Amy was palpable, and there

Darren steadied himself with some deep breaths and thoughts of

Aunt Lily had made them ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of

As he was watching Lily eat her lunch, he couldn’t help but

Most likely, his aunt hadn’t noticed anything different

After lunch, aunt Lily proclaimed that it was ‘chore time.’

It was sort of a farm, anyway; so there were actual chores that

Some days she let Amy and Darren roam free; but every once and

“Darren, can you repair the old canvas on the shelf in the

Some years ago, Lily had shown Darren how to repair and sew in

Darren had proved to be gifted in this craft; and egged on by his

Darren was happy for the assignment and made his way out to the

It was also heavy. He sat himself down on some hay bales and

Sewing was about as masculine a skill as Darren was a rough and

The weather was nice, and the air pleasant. He sat in the shade of

It was conducive to meditating and time passed as he sat there,

He was so focused that Amy’s sudden presence looking out at

“Hey there, Darren;” she said in a cheerful manner.

She walked up to him with the posture of someone who has an idea.

”Are you done with that?” she asked; and nodded to the

“I have a bit left. Have you already done your chores?”

Amy just nodded, with that mischievous smile. She was biting her

“I’ll be just 10 more minutes;” Darren said,

Amy was still fidgeting and looking at him with hungry eyes.

He suspected she wanted to suggest something; seductive.

“I’m not happy about mom getting to taste you before I

With the needle in one hand and the sailmaker’s palm in the

Amy was very determined. She yanked Darren’s sweatpants down

His semi swollen cock came into her view.

Darren didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before she

Darren was frozen in erotic shock! It was happening! He’d

Amy looked up and their eyes met. She had a seductive grin.

“Darren!”

His heart sank. He heard aunt Lily calling him!

“Darren! Are you in the barn?”

Her voice was coming closer!

Amy whispered, “I’m not here!” and pulled the

Darren tried to play it cool, as aunt Lily came into view at the

She came up to him, “Have you seen Amy?”

Darren felt Amy’s hand gripping on to his thighs. He felt

“Uh, no; I don't see her.” he croaked.

“Oh. Good” Lily said. She sounded a bit winded from

She sat herself down on the bale of hay Darren was sitting on. He

Lily put her hand on Darren’s shoulder and looked him

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you; to explain;”

Darren sat in awkward silence. He could feel his aunt's body heat

Aunt Lily took on a more intimate tone, “I don’t want

Darren sat in silence. Aunt Lily’s hand on his shoulder, her

“I saw the great benefits of nursing, to help build Amy's

He tried to keep his eyes away, but they were drawn like magnets

“What is unusual, is that I never actually dried up. This

Her large tits jiggled every time she moved, they heaved as she

Lily went on; “Darren, I love the wonderful contentment that

The fact that his cousin Amy was perched between his legs didn’t

“Amy and I are very affectionate people, and my post-natal

Darren simply nodded, not because he was shy or avoiding Aunt

Lily carefully avoided saying anything about how having her

“If you want; you can try it;” aunt Lily offered,

Lily knew very well what she was doing. Darren would never cut her

“Okay;” was all that Darren could offer as a retort.

Lily’s voice took a more sultry tone, “Lie down;”

As his body was laid back, his hips slid forward, he felt the tip

His body flinched and Lily shushed him, sensing his hesitance. She

What was worse, or better, was that he now felt Amy’s lips

Darren found himself on his back, Aunt Lily was now towering over

Darren felt his eyes enlargen. Her bulbous nipple, as big as his

As she moved herself over him, it swung seductively over him, the

He felt his cock quickly swell as Amy’s lips encircled it

Amy was not discouraged by the fact that her mother was leaning

The feeling was amazing! Darren could very much feel Amy’s

Aunt Lily shifted, to place herself a bit above Darren, and then

As she moved, her strong and shapely leg pressed his own legs

Darren could feel Amy's breath on his skin, her nails digging into

He felt that Amy’s face was now wedged in between his

Before he could ponder more about where his cock was now embedded,

The feeling of aunt Lily’s full and heavy tit weighing down

He also felt his cock twitch, as Amy’s closed mouth

Aunt Lily shifted again, to make herself more comfortable and now

He felt Amy’s head was squeezed even deeper into his groin!

He felt her nostrils exhale on his pubes! He was all the way into

Her nails were gently clawing at his legs.

But Darren’s legs were heavily pressed over her shoulders

A small part of his brain was feeling sorry for his poor cousin,

Amy’s tongue was sprawling around, stroking the underside of

The warm and heavy tit of his aunt pressed down over his mouth,

Darren soon felt Amy calming down. Instead of her panic of being

Just the thought of being so deep into Amy’s throat. was

Aunt Lily was slowly humming in pleasure, and softly stroking his

Her milk tasted amazing. Darren didn’t know what it should

He could hear Aunt Lily respond with quick inhalations whenever he

Amy couldn’t really move her head back and forth, but she

Now he was feeling it; the familiar force. Hard to say where in

He felt he should warn Amy about what was coming, but his left arm

His thighs clenched up and his pulsating cock twitched in her

He didn’t know exactly how deep into Amy the head of his

He could hear Amy faintly making some muffled sounds from between

The vibration from his mouth was sending waves of pleasure through

She was breathing heavier, which was good. It hopefully made it so

He could feel the swallowing motions around his cock as he was

Darren's eyes were closed. He could now only endure and enjoy the

This was surely a dream!

It was again hard to estimate how much time had passed. But his

Aunt Lily seemed to enjoy his, now slower pace of sucking. Her

Finally Aunt Lily exhaled. A deep slow breathe followed, and she

Finally she raised herself up. Darren's mouth didn’t want to

So it stretched out a bit and she had to almost sit up fully

He opened his eyes and was now looking at his aunt from below.

Trying to hide her encumbered breathing, aunt Lily said, “I’m

She smiled and stroked his cheek. Then she closed her shirt and

Amy was still letting her tongue slide around Darren’s

“I’ll meet you inside; for supper;” Lily said as

Darren slowly let his thighs part, now that Lily had left. He was

“I’m sorry, but auntie was pushing on my legs;”

Looking down between his legs he could see Amy’s eyes

With a long, surging suck, she slowly drew her head back all the

Her chin was shining and covered in saliva.

Her face was red, but she licked her lips and looked very

“Wow! That was intense;” she said, “I didn’t

Darren could only give her a relieved smile back. He was very

“So, how did mom’s milk taste?” she continued.

Darren had no problems admitting that it tasted amazing and how he

He would do the same, if she’d let him.

Amy straightened out her clothes and wiped her face while Darren

Back at the house they were met with the lovely smell of lasagna.

Aunt Lily was still in her baggy white blouse, but had now also

Darren did all in his power not to stare!

It still didn’t feel real to him, that just a while ago, he

A familiar twitch in between his legs made him quickly sit down at

Amy skipped into the kitchen and gave her mother a hug, pressing

They all sat down and ate. The food was delicious and Amy asked

Aunt Lily was hesitant at first. They were of course all grown up

It was a great moment. The wine was buzzing and the talks were

After they had emptied two bottles of wine and were starting a

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All was dark. Darren felt his mouth was dry, he was waking up in a

It took some seconds before his brain caught up to his senses.

Last night's happenings slowly dawned on him. Apart from the

As he slowly started sensing his own body, pressed tightly against

If he had blacked out, fainted, or just fallen asleep from

He felt himself only semi-hard. But the realization of having

Darren didn’t dare to move a muscle, apart from his cock

He could feel his cousin breathing slowly and calmly. She must

Although he was still covered by her blankets and still wedged

All was still. Darren dared to pull the covering blanket away a

Amy was humming softly, and slowly suckling in her sleep. Every

It was an extremely sensual sight. Darren’s cock was quickly

As she stirred some, the suckling of her mother’s tits

It had been hot under the blankets when he woke up, but now the

Amy’s cunt had acclimated to his cock during the night and

He fought the urge for a long time. There was no room whatsoever

Half an inch; one inch; one and a half;

Amy moved! Her body started the process of waking up. His pushing

He now heard aunt Lily mumble, in her own fleeting sleep. Darren

He didn’t dare to move at all. Darren even held his breath

The only thing that moved was his pulsating cock, sending stream

Through his silent climax, Darren could feel Amy’s hand, in

As Amy became clearly awake, Darren could feel her cunt,

He now heard aunt Lily waking up. At first, sleepy murmurs, then a

Probably as a kind of distraction, he heard Amy start to loudly

“Oh; I’m sorry honey! I must’ve fallen asleep!”

Amy just moaned and kept on suckling.

Darren could only lay there under the covers, listening and

The bed jostled as aunt Lily stood up from it. Amy’s lips

Amy on the other hand, let out a weary gasp as their sexes bounced

“I’ll just go and freshen up. Then I’ll check on

Amy pushed her behind hard against Darren's hips, sinking his

She buried her head in her pillow and let out a muffled groan!

“Damn; have you been in me all night?” she then

“I’m sorry;” was all that Darren could reply in

Amy suddenly became very still. Darren could feel her entrance

“Are you still coming into me right now; ?” she asked

“I couldn’t help it; it came by itself;” was the

Amy turned her head to him, she was smiling. She rocked her hips a

“This is so hot;” she whispered and her tongue

Then she sprung into action!

“Quick! Mom is going to come and check on you! You have to

He heard the faucet from the bathroom. Aunt Lily was in there. He

He didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about Amy seeing

But no time for any prolonged stares. Without a word, and as

With a move that would’ve made any ninja envious he flung

Darren was laying flat on his back in the most unnatural sleeping

Too late now! He already heard his aunt's footsteps on the floor,

With closed eyes he again prayed to any gods, that his boner was

Aunt Lily’s footsteps paused for a moment then he felt her

She leaned in on him as he lay there, pretending to be fast

“Darren? It’s time to wake up” she whispered in

It also dawned on him that the nipple now pressing against his

This made his boner twitch. Hopefully aunt Lily wouldn’t see

Linton slowly opened one eye, playing groggy and sleepy. He saw

Her lips were warm and soft. She held them to his forehead long

Aunt Lily sat up again, her firm tit leaving Darren's chest and

“Come down for some breakfast when you’re ready;”

As soon as the door closed, he wished that she had stayed longer.

He took his time before coming downstairs. First he had to wait

He listened to Amy, up and washing in the bathroom. Then, when he

His cock had now gone back to normal size. He was actually

He had chosen his baggy, grey sweatpants and a worn out tee-shirt

Down in the kitchen, the girls were in full swing, having

Aunt Lily was wearing a thin white shirt dress. The long kind that

“Good morning handsome!” she said and Darren got

Darren just mumbled and averted his eyes.

Aunt Lily, of course, didn’t let him get off that easily.

It was pure bliss to be hugged by aunt Lily. At 6 foot 2, she was

But when he opened his eyes they met Amy's, who was sitting at the

He disengaged and felt his cheeks redden. He quickly sat himself

It felt like she very well knew that his cock must’ve

Or, he was just imagining things.

Aunt Lily served up some sandwiches and juice for him. Only now,

Darren and Amy ate in silence, the radio playing in the

It was clear she had mischievous thoughts.

Images of how he’d been embedded deep into her wet folds,

Aunt Lily stood herself beside Amy across the table from Darren,

As Darren looked up from the remains of his fourth sandwich, Amy

Darren wanted to look away, but couldn’t. He was hypnotized.

Her large tits were just in face height of Amy as she was sat by

Very deliberately Amy took hold of Lily’s shirt cleavage and

“Ahmee, noht nuw..” Lily said, her mouth full of Amy’s

Lily had to let go of one of the chunks of hair to pull back the

Amy was still keeping her eyes on Darren as she again, slowly let

Once again, Darren got to see his aunt's full tit and succulent

Lily spat out the hairs she had between her lips and sounded a bit

“Please love! Not now!” Lily pulled her shirt back

“But mom; I want some;” Amy pleaded, still not taking

“Please, Darren doesn't want to see this;” Lily

“You don’t mind, do you Darren?” Amy said in a

“Uhm.. no. No! I don’t.. ehm, mind..” Darren

Amy let go of Darren's eyes and turned her face to the huge tit

She closed her eyes and planted her mouth lewdly over aunt Lily’s

Lily let out a small gasp, but quickly found herself and continued

Darren was in awe. He found it impossible to look away!

Amy had her lips around almost all of Lily’s areola, her

Still focused on braiding Amy’s hair, Lily explained, “You

Amy turned her face to Darren, still holding Lily’s tit

Darren was just sitting and nodding as a dumbfounded response to

He couldn’t think of having seen anything more sensual than

Even though time stood still, Lily somehow finished with Amy’s

Amy looked so incredibly cute, and aunt Lily was now just

Darren wasn’t sure what to do. Inside of his sweatpants he

To his sorrow, but also relief, Amy finally let go of Lily’s

Amy smiled at Darren, and her eyes gave him the kind of look

Lily bent down and gave Amy a kiss on the lips before she pulled

“So, what are you guys gonna do today?” Lily asked, as

Amy was looking intently as Darren; with that ever alluring smile

“Maybe we’ll go and check out the old tree house”

“Oh, that’s nice. You haven’t been up there in

“Come on Darren!” Amy grabbed his hand and yanked him

He trotted after her like a rag doll.

Darren hadn’t noticed earlier, but Amy had a very short

Either she was wearing minimal string panties, or nothing at all,

Up top; she had a tight, yellow tee-shirt, that did nothing to

At the base of the old oak, in which the tree house was set,

She climbed up before him, and he got a full view of her nakedness

His cock had been hard since the breakfast t

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In the countryside of Northeastern

My parents ran a restaurant in a very busy summer resort village,

Mom's sister, Lily; had married into a wealthy French family, but

It used to be great fun and I loved those summer months. My cousin

It got us in trouble a few times. Got us scraped knees and bruises

I loved aunt Lily! She was the epitome of a nurturing wholesome

She had huge tits and was very curvy and it was a great feeling to

I particularly remember one time; when I was very much younger,

My crying stopped and all I could muster was a muffled surprise.

It was a bit weird but so soothing. I don’t remember how

It never happened again, and we never talked about it. I just kept

It seems Aunt Lily had continued to nurse cousin Amy until she

This summer tradition started about 15 years ago, and ended about

For some reason, this year I was ordered to resume the visit, as a

But this summer I wasn’t as keen to go stay with Amy and

One time I ran into the bathroom and, by mistake, surprised Amy in

So the greater part of summer was spent watching TV and hanging

These past four years I've been enrolled in a boarding school.

So it was with a heavy heart I made the boat and train trip, out

But already, as I got off the train, I was pleasantly surprised.

”So great to see you again, Darren! We’ll have a great

Amy had grown even more since the last four summers, and so have

Aunt Lily had probably fixed Amy’s hair just before they

Together, we finally made it to aunt Lily who had been standing

Auntie Lily was in a light cotton summer dress. It's low-cut

I got one of those beautiful auntie hugs from her. It feels like

More kisses and they both were telling me how great it was to see

I enjoyed my view of tits on both sides of my middle of the bench

During the ride it, was hard to keep my eyes off of both Lily’s

I think Amy might have noticed, because many times; just as my

Towards the last third of the drive, she had already reached over

Finally at the farmhouse, Lily began preparing dinner. Amy and I

Whilst auntie was making dinner, Amy pranced around the kitchen,

During dinner Amy was looking very intently at me all the time.

Amy wanted attention again and proclaimed that we should take a

Lily let go of the warm embrace and said that she would go

I got a bit nervous about the ‘us’ part.

Several years back. Amy and I, and even auntie had joined in

Amy was quick to grab my hand and show me upstairs to my room. It

Sometimes, in earlier summers, we used to sneak into each others

Of course she would sometimes hear us and come in and send us to

The bed was made, there was a towel on the foot end. We could hear

"Get undressed and let’s get in the tub;” Amy

Now I was getting really nervous. All those hugs, having both

I had matured and of course gotten some kind of interest in girls

Now I was all of a sudden about to be in a very real situation

Best not to think too much about it. I had bathed with Amy and

Coming into the bathroom the sight of aunt Lily met me. Rather,

She was leaning over the bath tub, in her summer dress. While

Mind and body stirring;

I seized the moment and took my chance. Dropped my towel and

”Oh, there you are, my dear” Lily said as I slid into

In the back of my mind, I already had some kind of fear of what

I slid towards the middle of the tub, it was pretty big, but I

Just as I started warming up to the idea of sitting nude in a

She had a big smile and was holding her towel around her hips. Now

”Hey Darren, make some room for me;” she said as she

Amy had decided to sit in front of me, so I had to slide back in

Maybe she felt my gaze and got self conscious, because she then

Our knees were drawn up and her feet were now touching next to

”The water is really nice, mom;” Amy said to aunt

”Is it? Yeah, maybe I’ll get in with you guys, also;”

As her wonderfully curved nakedness revealed itself, my head

I was too surprised to take it all in, but I could clearly make

”Mom! I think Darren got a bit embarrassed now!” Amy

”Nah, it’s alright.” I claimed; although I think

Lily reached around and grabbed me across the chest from behind,

”Oh no! My little nephew can't be embarrassed! We’ve

"Now, scoot back toward me, so I can get my legs straightened

Amy took her chance, as aunt Lily pulled me back towards her, to

"Okay, Let me do your back.” Lily said; and pushed my

"While mom does your back, you can do my front” Amy

"But; I don’t have a sponge?” I stammered.

"Just use your hands, silly” she replied and leaned

I cleared my throat for unknown reasons, and gingerly tried to use

"Come on! you have to make it lather up” she said with

I don’t know for how long this went on, but long enough for

I was jolted back to reality, or to a new form of heaven,

I slid down a bit. Lily lifted her thighs up, and her thighs

To my terror, yet enjoyment; my sliding down in the tub also had

I was stuck in place and had no chance to move! Above and around

For a short moment I prayed for the slim chance that Amy maybe

No chance of that, though. Amy had gone very silent all of a

My eyes stung just a bit. Auntie suggested I close them to avoid

Auntie passed the shampoo back to Amy, and Amy started on her own

But without my vision, all my other senses got much more intense!

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Life’s twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn’t involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I’d always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I’d always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law.

 Teaching wouldn’t pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle’s upscale preparatory school in Manhattan.

Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don’t think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I’d taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England.

When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn’t necessarily attracted to her.

She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn’t going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents’ money could certainly ensure that, her parents’ values wouldn’t entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad’s small-town Ohio hardware store to a director’s corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they’ll expect that kid to at least get a degree.

Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I’d only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we’d developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we’d end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle.

Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed.

“hey Milo, I hope this isn’t weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn’t sure why she was asking me about availability – she’d graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin.

“hey Michelle, what’s up?” I replied.

Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren’t necessarily on texting terms. We’d exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren’t chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn’t have any plans that Saturday and figured it’d be nice to spend some of it guiding the youth.

“how about dinner at your place? I know you said you like to cook and I’d love to try something tasty” she responded, with that little emoji licking its lips punctuating the proposal. Now that was out of the ordinary. She wanted to have dinner? A coffee “date” was what I’d had in mind, but her message triggered something in me. Maybe it was the not-so-recent breakup I’d gone through, or pining for the lost days of my own youth, but suddenly I thought it’d be quite nice to have dinner with her. It’d be fun to whip up one of those Italian dishes that’s dead simple to make yet impresses people, and maybe even flirt a bit. A pretty, fit, 18-year-old Asian girl batting her eyelashes at me would be enough of a reward.

I agreed and told her to come to my apartment at 7PM that Saturday. She responded “awesome!” and left it at that. I returned to my work and the next few days flew by me. Truly, I figured I would just be entertaining a young ingénue for a couple hours and assuring her that she was, in fact, smart enough for college (a repeated concern of hers during our tutoring sessions).

When I answered the door that Saturday evening, I was taken aback. Not for any good reason: Michelle was wearing a smart but modest top, short jean shorts, and wedge sandals. Her hair was done up in a pony, and she had well-applied makeup on as usual. This was her typical outfit. What took me by surprise was how I felt looking at her. Her breasts, probably a 32C, looked like two round mounds of heaven. Scanning down her lithe torso, I arrived at her shapely legs and hips. They looked great – not necessarily muscular, but not lacking in tone (or skintone; she’d clearly been getting her fix of Vitamin D up in the Hamptons).

Of course, that all happened in a split second. I greeted her with a warm smile and let her in to my apartment. Taking a deep breath, she exclaimed “oh, something smells good!” There’s nothing like a good spaghetti alla carbonara to tantalize the senses. As the dish was almost ready, I invited her to take a seat at the dining table while I put on the finishing touches. Two modest portions of the Italian classic sat tantalizingly on their plates as I sat down across from Michelle and poured myself a glass of wine.

“None for me?” she pouted.

“Well, I wasn’t sure whether to offer, after all you’re still a minor,” I chided.

Of course, I knew that she drank. She was a recently graduated high schooler about to go off to college. But I still felt a bit uneasy about offering booze to her. After some pleading and puppy eyes, I relented.

“Just one glass for you, this isn’t Beach Week” I teased as the cabernet sauvignon flowed into the glass. Taking a sip, she smiled and complimented my taste in wine before swirling it around and admiring the “legs.” How I wished to say something about the much nicer legs sitting across from me.

Taking a bite of her food, she let out a loud “mmm” and dug in to her plate. I ate a bit slower, catching myself just mesmerized by this young beauty at my table. I didn’t really know what was happening, but I was looking at Michelle in a way I never had before. She was no longer Michelle the Student, she was Michelle the Hot Young Chick. The cliche stirring in my loins began to fire up.

“God, I’m such a slut for pasta!” she exclaimed, stirring me out of my gaze and making me choke a bit on my food. I was not expecting to hear a word like that come out of her mouth, but I quickly saved face and said “hah, yeah, it’s the best isn’t it? I’m the number one ‘thot’ for pasta,” chuckling as I used slang that was probably already outdated.

As we ate and chatted, both our inhibitions were loosened by the wine. The conversation gradually turned to college and I asked Michelle what she was most nervous about.

“Honestly,. dating.” This surprised me; I expected some nerves over academics, or balancing school with clubs and socializing.

“Really? I’m sure a girl like you would have no problem meeting a nice young man.”

“I don’t know… I haven’t ever had a boyfriend. And guys don’t ever seem to want to talk to me. They like my friends, but I’ve never even had a guy ask me out.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my thirty years, it’s that the most attractive women are often lonelier than you think. Guys are intimidated by smokeshows; they figure a 10 must have a long line of suitors and figure there’s no way they’d have a chance. Anyone will hit on the girl next door, but talking to someone with literal model looks might as well be like trying to talk to God.

“I think you’ll be fine, Michelle. You’ve got –” I caught myself briefly, trying to think of a diplomatic way to say it without sounding lecherous. “You’re smart and well-read, you’ve got a charming personality, and you’re an attractive young woman.”

“You think so?”

“You don’t? Aren’t you an influencer? People don’t follow you for fashion and makeup looks because you’re not pretty, after all.”

She blushed and smiled. “That’s true. But guys my age are so obnoxious anyway. They’re so immature. They’re not like you, you know.”

My turn to blush a bit. “Well, I’m a lot different than I was at your age, Michelle. I think guys might just be nervous to talk to you because they think you’re out of their league. But you can be the change,” I said somewhat jokingly, “and be the one that asks a guy out”!

“Hah! My mom always said a strong woman just goes after what she wants… but you think I’m out of guys’ leagues?”

“Well, I don’t really buy into the whole ‘leagues’ thing. That’s a very naive way of looking at things. But I do think guys can be intimidated by a woman who’s smart and pretty.”

I poured myself another glass and decided to top her glass off as well. As the wine worked its magic on me, I started to amp up the flirting and banter. I figured it was a bit of harmless fun and would help boost her confidence. Clearing the plates, I told her I’d have dessert out and that we ought to sit on the sofa. She made her way to the living room while I scooped out a couple servings of gelato.

Taking a seat next to her, but not too close, I couldn’t help but notice her beauty again. Her shorts had hiked up a bit, exposing almost all of those long, long legs. Her lips looked luscious as she licked the gelato from them between bites. I noticed her nipples poking through her shirt, no doubt caused by the strong A/C that was blowing over us, but quickly averted my gaze before she caught me. My eyes landed upon her wine glass, which seemed fuller than when I had left the table. The little minx had poured herself a bit more.

“Well, that was delicious” I proclaimed as I turned on my speakers and put on some jazz.

“It really was. Thank you for cooking for me, Milo,” she responded as she took a big swig from her glass.

“Easy there, slow and steady” I said. We talked a bit more, enjoying the sounds of Coltrane’s “Kind of Blue” as we worked on the wine. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I came back I noticed she had polished off her glass.

I sat down and she smiled at me. “I brought some dessert for you too,” she said. What happened next was unimaginable.

In the blink of an eye, she moved around and swung one leg over my lap so that she was straddling me, and she immediately kissed me on the lips. Feeling shocked and a bit unsure of what the hell was going on, I didn’t reciprocate, and then pulled away.

“What the hell, Michelle?”

“What?” she responded, somewhat curtly.

“We can’t… you’re my student –”

“I thought you found me attractive –”

“Yeah, I think you’re gorgeous, but –”

“So just have some fun with me,” and she went in for another kiss.

Blame it on the wine, or the breakup, or the fact that I had a hot, eager, willing young temptress on my lap, but something in me finally broke. This time, I opened up my mouth and met her kiss with vigor. Our tongues swirled around each other, engaged in a dance of lust and passion. My hands moved from my sides to her body, grabbing hold of her pert, tight booty. Her arms were over my shoulders, her fingers scratching my back. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and I felt like I was losing all sense of time.

As the kissing continued, our arousal grew. I was hard as a rock, spurred on by her hips moving back and forth, grinding her womanhood against my crotch. After what seemed like ages, I moved her off of me and had her sitting on the couch again, facing forward. We made out like horny teenagers (which made sense for her) while I decided to push things further. With one arm over her shoulders, I pulled her top down until her beautiful tits were spilling out over the shirt and bra.

It had been quite a while since I’d seen such perfection. For an Asian girl, she had pretty big breasts, with quarter-sized areolas and small, very erect, brown nipples. Using my right hand, I started to tease and twist one nipple, eliciting a sexy moan from the teen beauty.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh; yes; yes.”

Drunk with passion, I then began snaking my other hand down along her taut, firm tummy and arrived at the waistband of her shorts. Deftly undoing the button, I then pushed down behind her panties and felt around for the real prize. As my fingers brushed her labia, she moaned. The little slut was soaking wet, and she began grinding her mound onto my hand as I switched from one nipple to another.

“You like that?”

“Yes; oh god!” she breathed heavily.

A couple fingers made their way into her tight hole, while my palm rubbed against her clit. I pumped my fingers in and out, and I could tell she was rapidly working her way to a climax. I was running on pure instinct at this point, and one of my instincts was to tease. I liked to work a woman up quite a lot before letting her cum, and I intended to do just that with little Michelle.

Her breaths grew shorter, and I pulled my hand away as she was preparing for the peak of pleasure.

“Oh my god” she panted, “oh my god!”

She reached over to me and pulled me in for a sloppy, horny kiss. This time she moved her hand to my pants and began to rub my dick, and I decided to help by undoing my belt and pulling my pants down.

“Have you ever sucked a dick before?”

“I did one time at this party last year… it was a stupid drunk hookup,” she responded as she moved down to her knees. I didn’t even have to ask her to do it, she just did it. Michelle marveled at my penis. I always figured I was a bit bigger than average, but not pornstar huge.

“His was definitely not as big though.”

Michelle opened her mouth and greedily began to work her magic on my shaft. For a supposedly inexperienced girl, she was surprisingly adept at pleasing me. With a bit of guidance, she got the stroking just right while she teased the tip with her tongue, and she even paid attention to my balls.

“Oh; oh god, that feels fucking great” I told her.

“Um, you like it?”

“I fucking love it.”

After a few minutes, she pulled away briefly to shed her clothes. She peeled away her shirt and undid her bra, letting those beautiful orbs hang freely. I had forgotten how perky and firm teen tits were. Standing up, she wiggled out of her shorts and tossed them aside unceremoniously before resuming her position on her knees. This time, she got very sloppy with the head, and within minutes she had covered much of her face in spit and pre-cum. I was approaching my own climax, and didn’t want the fun to end with just a blowjob.

I pulled her away and asked, “where the hell did you learn how to do this?”

“Well,” she blushed, “I watch porn. A lot of porn.” God bless the internet.

I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes as well. We embraced and made out, passionately but not too intensely. I felt up her perfect tits and ass while she continued stroking my cock.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” taking her by the hand and leading her to my quarters.

“Lay down on your back.”

Michelle crawled onto the luxurious bed and turned over on to her back. My eyes drank up the tantalizing image before me. Michelle was no longer my student, she was my Venus. A sex goddess. Her long legs, her shaved mound, her lovely breasts, that cover model face. I noticed the tan lines around her pussy and on her tits and imagined her laying out in the nude to tan and take care of them.

“Have you ever been eaten out?”

“No…” she responded shyly. “But I need it.”

I dutifully knelt at the foot of the bed, gazing at the perfect cunt before me. Shaved, as I had mentioned, with thin pussy lips and a small but aroused clit. Glistening with her womanly juices, ready to be lapped up. I dove in and began working her gingerly at first, teasing her folds and her clit with my tongue. I wasn’t the best at eating pussy, but I knew not to overthink it: just explore their sacred part until you find what really flips the switch.

As my tongue darted around, Michelle began the climb up the hill of orgasm. Her breathing intensified, and her tunnel was practically flooding with arousal. Her moans echoed throughout the bedroom and I could feel her hands gripping the comforter. This time I made sure to take her all the way over the edge; I wanted her first oral experience to be one to remember. My fingers went to work on her clit, rubbing it frantically.

“Oh… oh… I… oh… OH… Oh Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted as her body began to convulse, her mound involuntarily pushing back onto my face as she came.

“Fuck… fuck… that was… so good…” she panted deliriously. I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of myself for what I had done. Any inhibitions I had had an hour before were gone. Student and tutor, friend and mentor, all those relations were done. We were two horny lovers, and I decided to push for the final prize.

“Michelle, have you had sex before?”

The girl was still coming down from her orgasmic high. “No… I’m a virgin.”

“Could have fooled me,” which she chuckled at.

“Like I said… I watch a lot of porn. I’ve never had sex, though. I’ve never been with a guy I wanted to have sex with.”

“I understand.”

“But now I have. I want you, Milo.”

I laid down next to her and kissed her and caressed her. We carried on the heavy petting for a few minutes and then I pulled away, turning over to grab my condoms from the nightstand.

“If you’re not ready, we don’t have to.” I may have been horny, but I was still a gentleman, and I did not want to pressure the young girl into doing something she’d regret.

“I’m ready. I need you” she responded while looking me in the eye with the kind of gaze you only get from a woman who’s ready to take you.

I quickly fished out the rubber and slipped it onto my cock. I stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed again, pulling Michelle a bit closer. I mounted the bed, spreading her legs as I placed the throbbing head at the entrance to her pussy.

Looking her in the eyes, I asked if she was ready. She nodded and I began to push.

Much like the perkiness of young boobs, I had also forgotten just how tight a fresh cunt could be. As my penis parted her, I could feel her tighten up. She was operating on another level of ecstasy. My head met her virginal wall, and we locked eyes again. I held one hand and she simply nodded.

Michelle let out a quick yelp as I claimed my prize. Her hand squeezed mine for a moment, and I made sure to give her a few seconds to adjust. Once her breathing slowed a bit, I kissed her passionately and began the ancient ritual. I slid in and out, in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm as I savored the tightness of her velvety walls against my dick.

“Oh… god… oh… it’s… so… good…”

“Uh, uh… god, Michelle, fuck…”

As her vagina continued to loosen up to accommodate my shaft, I picked up the pace. I moved my arms to go underneath her shoulders, sort of hooking them with my hands. Her legs wrapped around my back and her hands were below my shoulders. As I pounded her harder and faster, she seemed to be pulling me in with her legs, while her nails began to scratch at my back.

By IAmJohnGalt1 for Literotica

Based on a post by AllenWoody.

Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer,

The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local

Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before

May We clean your home today? Mais Oui!

Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently

Mais

Mais

With a touch Shannon confirmed the selections, but before

Special

 Mais

Currently

From her spot in the sun room Shannon had a view of her

He couldn't have looked more content. The couple had just

He'll appreciate it, Shannon decided. Also, it would

With a sly smile Shannon Thorton clicked on the link, adding

Confirmed: the following crew members will arrive at the

Ana, Marisol, Myra, and Paola.

Paola recently joined the company. She hoped this more

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Paola bravely resolved.

The man of the house, her notes said his name was Ron,

"I can get out of your way," Ron said, beginning

"No, no, that's okay isn't it, Paola?" his wife,

"Yes, Mrs. Shannon." The lady of the house hadn't

The rest of the crew spread out into the house. Ana began vacuuming

Gringos really liked her Paola. They commented on her

She was wearing it today.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ron," she said, leaning over the

"Oh, sure." The gentleman squirmed in his seat,

Paola continued, making sure to bend over when Ron could

"Oh, ah, no, I don't think so?"

"I think she wanted to surprise you," Paola said,

"Tell him about it," Shannon said, sitting on the

"We call it," Paola said, popping the button free,

"Ah; what?" Ron said.

"It's okay," Shannon assured him. "And the

When Ron just gawked in confusion, Paola said, "You'll

There was another pause so long that Paola wondered if the

"And those," Paola said, indicating his boxer

Rich ladies are strange, Paola thought. The man's

"First let's get you nice and clean," Paola said.

The man groaned when the warm plush washcloth stroked his

"Feels so good," he moaned, resting a hand on her

Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "You want

"Yes."

So although it wasn't required as part of the service, Paola

Ron's hand found Paola's tit at the same time that her mouth

He's so perfectly hard, Paola thought. Whatever

"That's nice," he said softly.

Paola took him as deeply as she could, for several pumps,

He groaned, but said nothing more, as Paola returned to her

Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "Does your

"No," he said, barely audible.

Paola shot a glance at Shannon but the woman wasn't even

"Mr. Ron," she said, "when you're ready you

The man seemed to sink further down the cushions, but he

In Paola's mind it was only the two of them. Shannon sat

Meanwhile, her own arousal grew. The power she held over the

"Paola," Ron groaned. "Oh, Paola;"

She wanted to respond, to moan his name back, but that would

Ron let out a sudden, harsh exhalation. His hands on Paola's

"Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Fah, huck!"

Though at first she jerked back in surprise, Paola's mouth

Her contract stated that she could spit out the cum, but

She winked.

"Time for cleanup!"

Ms. Shannon? This is Paola from Mais Oui.

Though she had nodded off while reading, Shannon woke when

Shortly, you'll receive the standard reminder about our

I see. Mrs. Thorton texted back.

Paola texted back, But with your loyalty and bundled

Shannon took a moment. If Mais Oui learned that one of their

Yes, let's do that. Thank you. It would be another

Perhaps it should have surprised him more. For his wife to,

When the Mais Oui crew arrived, Paola now winks at Ron

"It's nice to see you again, Mister Ron," she said

"Likewise!" If Ron wasn't imagining it, Paola had

"Can I be honest?" Ron inquired.

"Of course!" Paola said, a wide, dimpled smile

"I wasn't sure Shannon would let you, uh;"

Paola finished for him, "Suck your cock?"

"Yes, that."

She blushed then took a step closer, unbuttoned his shirt,

They kissed, tentatively at first, then with urgency as

Ron hastily agreed, then stepped back to watch Paola

"Muy caliente!" Ron said.

Paola laughed. "You need to get naked too, Chico."

In the shower, there was as much kissing and groping as

"Back to the bed," she said huskily.

He knew at once that something was different other than just

"Oh?"

"Yes." Paola was grinding against him, wiggling

"So, not just a blowjob today? I thought that;"

"Don't think, Chico, just enjoy!" With a deft

Ron let it happen, sinking into the pillows while Paola

"You like that, Chico?" Paola asked then, not

He kissed her back. "You feel amazing."

"Yes?" Paola held the kiss, nibbling playfully at

"Big? Shannon never says that." In fact, Shannon's

Paola laughed softly, tossing her fine black hair to the

But Ron's new lover liked dick. Paola rode him vigorously,

"I just thought she was being nice to me. Sometimes

"No, Mister Ron. Should I call you that?"

"Just Ron is okay."

"I'd like that too, Ron." Paola centered herself

"Yes. I'm the one that pays the bills."

"That's what I thought." She was going slowly now,

"I never thought of it that way."

"So, I'd like to make a bet with you, Ron." She

"What?"

"My bet is that I can make you cum twice before the

Ron groaned, signaling that he was already close to a first

"Then you listen to a proposal I have."

"I don't see a downside."

"There isn't one, Chico, but I need you to do one thing

"Oh?"

"Take control and finish me strong. Think you can do

There was no need for more talk. Ron put a hand on Paola's

"Oh like that, Chico. Get it!"

Though he grew dangerously close to release, Ron gave Paola

"Papi," she moaned. "Oh Papi fuck me!"

Ron turned the corner, letting the cum boil up toward the

"So," Ron said, his breath still uneven,

"Ron!" Paola jabbed a finger into his side.

The two were laying on top of the tangled covers, still

"Don't you remember two weeks ago?" Paola lifted

"That was amazing," Ron admitted as the young

"Oh, Chico, you got no idea what I can do."

Paola adjusted her position on the bed, bent to Ron's lap,

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The sexual tension between Darren and Amy was palpable, and there

Darren steadied himself with some deep breaths and thoughts of

Aunt Lily had made them ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of

As he was watching Lily eat her lunch, he couldn’t help but

Most likely, his aunt hadn’t noticed anything different

After lunch, aunt Lily proclaimed that it was ‘chore time.’

It was sort of a farm, anyway; so there were actual chores that

Some days she let Amy and Darren roam free; but every once and

“Darren, can you repair the old canvas on the shelf in the

Some years ago, Lily had shown Darren how to repair and sew in

Darren had proved to be gifted in this craft; and egged on by his

Darren was happy for the assignment and made his way out to the

It was also heavy. He sat himself down on some hay bales and

Sewing was about as masculine a skill as Darren was a rough and

The weather was nice, and the air pleasant. He sat in the shade of

It was conducive to meditating and time passed as he sat there,

He was so focused that Amy’s sudden presence looking out at

“Hey there, Darren;” she said in a cheerful manner.

She walked up to him with the posture of someone who has an idea.

”Are you done with that?” she asked; and nodded to the

“I have a bit left. Have you already done your chores?”

Amy just nodded, with that mischievous smile. She was biting her

“I’ll be just 10 more minutes;” Darren said,

Amy was still fidgeting and looking at him with hungry eyes.

He suspected she wanted to suggest something; seductive.

“I’m not happy about mom getting to taste you before I

With the needle in one hand and the sailmaker’s palm in the

Amy was very determined. She yanked Darren’s sweatpants down

His semi swollen cock came into her view.

Darren didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before she

Darren was frozen in erotic shock! It was happening! He’d

Amy looked up and their eyes met. She had a seductive grin.

“Darren!”

His heart sank. He heard aunt Lily calling him!

“Darren! Are you in the barn?”

Her voice was coming closer!

Amy whispered, “I’m not here!” and pulled the

Darren tried to play it cool, as aunt Lily came into view at the

She came up to him, “Have you seen Amy?”

Darren felt Amy’s hand gripping on to his thighs. He felt

“Uh, no; I don't see her.” he croaked.

“Oh. Good” Lily said. She sounded a bit winded from

She sat herself down on the bale of hay Darren was sitting on. He

Lily put her hand on Darren’s shoulder and looked him

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you; to explain;”

Darren sat in awkward silence. He could feel his aunt's body heat

Aunt Lily took on a more intimate tone, “I don’t want

Darren sat in silence. Aunt Lily’s hand on his shoulder, her

“I saw the great benefits of nursing, to help build Amy's

He tried to keep his eyes away, but they were drawn like magnets

“What is unusual, is that I never actually dried up. This

Her large tits jiggled every time she moved, they heaved as she

Lily went on; “Darren, I love the wonderful contentment that

The fact that his cousin Amy was perched between his legs didn’t

“Amy and I are very affectionate people, and my post-natal

Darren simply nodded, not because he was shy or avoiding Aunt

Lily carefully avoided saying anything about how having her

“If you want; you can try it;” aunt Lily offered,

Lily knew very well what she was doing. Darren would never cut her

“Okay;” was all that Darren could offer as a retort.

Lily’s voice took a more sultry tone, “Lie down;”

As his body was laid back, his hips slid forward, he felt the tip

His body flinched and Lily shushed him, sensing his hesitance. She

What was worse, or better, was that he now felt Amy’s lips

Darren found himself on his back, Aunt Lily was now towering over

Darren felt his eyes enlargen. Her bulbous nipple, as big as his

As she moved herself over him, it swung seductively over him, the

He felt his cock quickly swell as Amy’s lips encircled it

Amy was not discouraged by the fact that her mother was leaning

The feeling was amazing! Darren could very much feel Amy’s

Aunt Lily shifted, to place herself a bit above Darren, and then

As she moved, her strong and shapely leg pressed his own legs

Darren could feel Amy's breath on his skin, her nails digging into

He felt that Amy’s face was now wedged in between his

Before he could ponder more about where his cock was now embedded,

The feeling of aunt Lily’s full and heavy tit weighing down

He also felt his cock twitch, as Amy’s closed mouth

Aunt Lily shifted again, to make herself more comfortable and now

He felt Amy’s head was squeezed even deeper into his groin!

He felt her nostrils exhale on his pubes! He was all the way into

Her nails were gently clawing at his legs.

But Darren’s legs were heavily pressed over her shoulders

A small part of his brain was feeling sorry for his poor cousin,

Amy’s tongue was sprawling around, stroking the underside of

The warm and heavy tit of his aunt pressed down over his mouth,

Darren soon felt Amy calming down. Instead of her panic of being

Just the thought of being so deep into Amy’s throat. was

Aunt Lily was slowly humming in pleasure, and softly stroking his

Her milk tasted amazing. Darren didn’t know what it should

He could hear Aunt Lily respond with quick inhalations whenever he

Amy couldn’t really move her head back and forth, but she

Now he was feeling it; the familiar force. Hard to say where in

He felt he should warn Amy about what was coming, but his left arm

His thighs clenched up and his pulsating cock twitched in her

He didn’t know exactly how deep into Amy the head of his

He could hear Amy faintly making some muffled sounds from between

The vibration from his mouth was sending waves of pleasure through

She was breathing heavier, which was good. It hopefully made it so

He could feel the swallowing motions around his cock as he was

Darren's eyes were closed. He could now only endure and enjoy the

This was surely a dream!

It was again hard to estimate how much time had passed. But his

Aunt Lily seemed to enjoy his, now slower pace of sucking. Her

Finally Aunt Lily exhaled. A deep slow breathe followed, and she

Finally she raised herself up. Darren's mouth didn’t want to

So it stretched out a bit and she had to almost sit up fully

He opened his eyes and was now looking at his aunt from below.

Trying to hide her encumbered breathing, aunt Lily said, “I’m

She smiled and stroked his cheek. Then she closed her shirt and

Amy was still letting her tongue slide around Darren’s

“I’ll meet you inside; for supper;” Lily said as

Darren slowly let his thighs part, now that Lily had left. He was

“I’m sorry, but auntie was pushing on my legs;”

Looking down between his legs he could see Amy’s eyes

With a long, surging suck, she slowly drew her head back all the

Her chin was shining and covered in saliva.

Her face was red, but she licked her lips and looked very

“Wow! That was intense;” she said, “I didn’t

Darren could only give her a relieved smile back. He was very

“So, how did mom’s milk taste?” she continued.

Darren had no problems admitting that it tasted amazing and how he

He would do the same, if she’d let him.

Amy straightened out her clothes and wiped her face while Darren

Back at the house they were met with the lovely smell of lasagna.

Aunt Lily was still in her baggy white blouse, but had now also

Darren did all in his power not to stare!

It still didn’t feel real to him, that just a while ago, he

A familiar twitch in between his legs made him quickly sit down at

Amy skipped into the kitchen and gave her mother a hug, pressing

They all sat down and ate. The food was delicious and Amy asked

Aunt Lily was hesitant at first. They were of course all grown up

It was a great moment. The wine was buzzing and the talks were

After they had emptied two bottles of wine and were starting a

By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“So, I’m going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I’m honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken’s cheek. “I’m so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh.

“Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It’ll be super special. I can hardly wait. I’m wet just thinking about it.”

“Are you nervous babykins? I’ll try not to hurt you,” he says.

“Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won’t hurt me.”

“I’m so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body.

They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge.

“Daddy’s hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?”

“You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.”

And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae’s are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips.

Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth.

Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy.

Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!”

And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy.

His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy.

Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup.

An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway.

All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom.

Their early to mid morning adventure finished.

What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both.

During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken.

Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated.

Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy’ and Angela’s discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head’ was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment.

Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another’s CUM. Ken smiles

“I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?”

“I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir’. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling.

“We’re gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing.

“Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I’ll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken’s cock into her willing mouth.

“Oh no you don’t. Me too,’” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth.

Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom.

Kens hands on Angela’s butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole.

Angela’s tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft.

Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead.

Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open.

Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening.

A gasp, her body shakes.

Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue.

Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face.

Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin.

Angela shivers.

Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her.

Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken.

A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela’s sex is released in orgasm.

Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover.

Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela’s throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts.

She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising.

They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing.

Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep.

Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep.

During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted.

Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other’s body.

The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house.

The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies.

Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment.

Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues.

Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss.

In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion.

As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order.

Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it’s the taking of Angela’s cherry and she losing her virginity.

And, in Angela’s mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself.

Friday arrives.

Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail.

Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act.

She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants.

And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is.

She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress.

Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded.

Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch.

On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?”

“You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I’ll be gone until tomorrow.”

As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I’m so Fin jealous.’

Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks.

A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.”

Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car.

Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again.

Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face.

Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.”

“Certainly Princess.”

To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he’ll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards.

Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers.

Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room.

Angela’s hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela’s crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues.

“Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness.

“If you don’t stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says.

Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers.

This brings a smile back to Angela’s face. “Promise,” she says.

“Before I do that, I’m going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.”

“Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I’m cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers.

Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.”

Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs.

“That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I’m so fuckin ripe.” she wispers.

“Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.”

"You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?”

“You know it is. I’ll give you all the babies you want babykins.”

“Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks.

“Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles.

Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel.

Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny.

Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe.

Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I’ll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing.

Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes.

Ken’s hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela’s hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds.

The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold.

Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed.

“Give me five minutes daddy. I’m going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom.

At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn’t sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?’ Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open.

And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey.

And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing.

As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two.

Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body.

“I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!”

Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets.

Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela’s legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown.

Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling.

Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest.

A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass.

Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.”

'Ooh’s, ahh’s. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds.

A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus.

She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he’s empty.

Pulling his cock free from Angela’s honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love.

The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM’ had come true.

By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home.

They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought.

Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love.

A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house.

Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?’

A Deliberate Encounter

Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut.

Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen.

This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn’t deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love.

A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole.

She wan

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“Howdy neighbour. How ya doin?”

Ken jumps and turns around to face the voice behind him,

“Drinking my coffee and enjoying the early morning quiet. At least, it was quiet. You startled me,” he says in a loud voice his eyes roaming over a tall, slender young woman.

The young woman laughs and stretches out her arm toward Ken hoping for a handshake.

“Ah, quit your bitchin. Its not that quiet. Can’t you hear the birds chirping? Don’t be such a grumpy old man,” she says laughing again. “I’m Angela. My parents moved in next door while I was away at Uni. Nice to meet you, I think, Mr. Grump.”

Disarmed by her pleasant personality, Ken says,

“Okay, enough already. I get the message. Sorry for barking at you. I’m Ken and I’m not a grumpy old man. Its just that you surprised me. Would you like a coffee?”

“Well, actually I’m just heading out for a morning run. But, I’d love a coffee in 45 minutes. Would that be okay Ken?”

“You bet. I’ll have it ready for ya in 45 minutes.”

And just like that Angela turns and disappears around the house corner leaving Ken to stare at nothing.

During their short exchange Ken managed to get quite an eyeful of Angela. So much so he grabs an outdoor chair and sits down.

Muttering to himself, ‘Wow! What a beauty’. Tall, slender, her dark brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail. An angelic face with luscious, shapely lips and blue eyes. Dressed in a tight T shirt pulled over what appeared to be smaller perky breasts with long athletic legs, muscular even, in a pair of bum hugging shorts.

And what a bum. The kind Ken loves. A bubble butt. Yep, quite the eyeful, he smiles; his hand dropping down carressing his cock thru his jeans; reflecting on their encounter and feeling bad for being kinda gruff with her.

As Angela runs, she too is thinking of their short conversation.

‘Wow, he is quite a ruggedly handsome guy’. Maybe late forties and in really good shape.

Not fat but tall and slender with big muscular arms. ‘Little rough around the edges’. Angela smiles to herself as her feet pound the pavement.

Three quarters of an hour later Ken hears a knock on his door.

“Come on in Angela,” He yells out in a loud, enthusiastic voice so she hears him.

Walking into the kitchen, her forehead perspiring, Ken approaches, tossing her a fresh towel to dry off with.

“Let’s try our introduction again” he says, “I’ll try to be more civil.

Good Morning! I’m Ken, your neighbour. Pleased to meet you,” he says extending his arm.

“Hey there neighbour, I’m Angela, John and Melanie’s daughter. Nice to meet you also.” she says Shaking his hand.

“Who’s John and Melanie?” Ken asks, a slight grin creeping over his face.

“Really? You don’t know my parents?” she says,  a shock on Angela’s face.

Ken laughs, “Ah, Gotcha. Your mom seems a pleasant lady. Haven’t met your dad yet.”

“Here, sit down and relax,” he pulls out a chair, “I’ll grab you a coffee. What do you take in it?”

“A shot of whiskey,” she says, Ken’s mouth drops open. Angela giggles.

“My turn. Gotcha.”

They both laugh. Ken brings their coffee over and sits himself down.

“What brought your family to a small town like this? They look like a couple of professionals. Management types? No businesses like that around here.”

“Dad wanted a small town atmosphere to live in. He got tired of the busy city life. Besides, living here he’s close enough to the city and the airport.

Mom, on the other hand, hates it here. She has no friends. Feels like dad just dumped her here.

Dad’s always travelling, always has since I was little. Mom works from home in her spare time. And me, I actually enjoy the quiet life. Its busy and tiring enough at the university. Funny hearing that from a 19 year old, eh? It’s nice coming home for the summer and relaxing. I read a lot and my hobby is photography. I love exploring the country for old abandoned buildings. But it’s not exactly popular for making friends.”

Ken’s face lights up.

“I’ll be your friend. So, no boyfriend? I figured a beauty like you would be hitched; or kinda hitched”

“No sir. Not me. How bout you, Ken?”

“I live alone, wife died last year. Thought about moving but never did. Figured the memories would haunt me here but so far I’ve managed to live with them okay. Keep busy in my garden.”

“Oh Ken, I’m so sorry to hear that about your wife.”

“Yeah it’s tough being a widower at 39. You mentioned photography, exploring the country and old abandoned buildings. Three of my favourite pastimes. How about we take a day and I show you around the countryside.”

“Really? I’d love that. I’ve never met anyone who gives a crap about any of those things, especially old buildings. Always figured I was kinda weird.”

Laughing “Well we can be weird together” Ken smiles. “Weird friends.”

“This is so cool” Angela, in her excitement, stands, “Give me a hug,” she says, making an arc with her arms. Ken jumps up and steps into her embrace, the damp T shirt pressed against his shirt.

“Darn, you must be cold in those damp clothes.”

“Yeah, I am. Best I go home and shower,” she says, pulling away. “Thanks for the coffee and conversation. I enjoyed it. And, you’re not grumpy,” she chuckles. “I’ll go and shower, & freshen up. Can I come back later?”

“You are most definitely welcome here anytime. You don’t even have to knock. Just poke your head in & shout out. I may be out back tending to my yard.”

Angela skips out the door and, once again, Ken sits down, the vision of Angela dominating his mind; his hand again slipping down to stroke his hard cock.

An image of her skin tight spandex running shorts hugging her labia, her pussy clearly outlined.

'And, she’s a photographer and likes exploring the countryside’

Ken mutters, his fingers stroking his cock to erection; smiling to himself.

A while later Ken is out in the back yard, up a ladder, trimming a tree when Angela pokes her face around the back of his house. Seeing him, she’s about to shout out but decides to remain quiet and just watch Ken at work.

Dressed in a pair of old cut offs and a muscle shirt, his muscular body on display; Angela licks her lips, muttering 'you are quite a nice eyeful Mr. Ken.’

His arm muscles rippling as he works the shears on a tree branch, stretching his long athletic legs on the ladder, thick thigh muscles pushing against the denim fabric.

Angela smiles to herself, 'I like’ she mutters. ‘And he’s cute, too. An older guy with rough features and pronounced cheek bones and cute dimples. I guess “cute” is the operative word here’ she laughs.

Walking quietly across the yard, not to disrupt him like earlier this morning, she walks up behind him and quietly says, “Hi again,” smiling.

Ken carefully climbs down the ladder and twists around.

“Hey Angela. Nice to see you;” his eyes lighting up as he sizes her up, “Oh my goodness” smiling, “I thought you were beautiful this morning. Now, you are ravishingly beautiful.”

Angela blushes and smiles, “You like?” she says, as she twirls in a circle. “I wanted to freshen up after my run before you saw me again.” Shaking her head and waving her shoulder length brunette hair, no longer tied in this morning’s ponytail. “I didn’t disturb your quiet this time did I?” smiling.

“No, no. You did just fine. I can’t believe the transformation you’ve accomplished. Are you the same girl? Angela?”

Angela laughs, “I just let my hair out, put on a proper blouse and skirt. All dressed up and nowhere to go,” she says, laughing. “No big deal.”

“I sure don’t want to embarrass you, but you are incredibly gorgeous.”

Angela blushes and smiles, again, “I’m not the least bit embarrassed. Actually it’s nice to hear your compliments. I’m not used to hearing men talk that way about me.”

“Well, that is not a good thing; downright rude if you ask me. A man should always be complimenting the woman he’s with; but respectfully. Guess I’m old fashioned. Come on in. I’ll make us some coffee,” he says, taking Angela’s hand in his.

“Ken, you can be as old fashioned as you like. I love it,” she giggles.

Leading Angela into the house and kitchen area, Ken pulls out a chair from the kitchen table. “Sit there young lady and relax, while I prepare the coffee.”

With his back turned he makes the coffee. Angela again has a bird’s eye view of Ken as he moves about.

“You have a lovely yard. The flowers are so pretty. And everything is so neat and tidy.”

Watching him as he bends over to retrieve a pot from a lower cupboard, his thick thigh muscles stretching, Angel again licks her lips.

“Do you work out Ken? You sure have strong looking legs.”

“Matter of fact, I do. Legs and arms mostly. Comes in handy for my outdoor gardening work.”

“You certainly are in great shape.” she says, Crossing her legs, her mini skirt riding up her thighs, as Ken turns and faces her.

“Have you looked at yourself lately, Angela. Like I said earlier, gorgeous,” Looking at her seated in the chair and observing her long athletic legs.

“Runner’s legs,”  he observes out loud; a bulge developing in his shorts. “Why don’t we go sit in the living room,” conscious of his erection. “I’ll bring the coffee out there, where the seating is more comfortable.”

Angela jumps up, “Sure,” turning around and smiling to herself, having noticed Ken’s bulge and the affect she is having on him. Unintentional as it may be, but kinda cool nevertheless.

She finds the comfy sofa and settles into it, crossing her legs and leaning back into the soft back.

A few minutes later Ken enters the room carrying two cups, whistles and smiles.

“You look comfy. That chair’s made for you Angie; my Angel,”  Ken declares, laughing.

“Keep talking, big boy. I love it,” she says, giggling.

Ken leans over and hands Angela her mug, catching the scent of her perfume.

The scent of strong coffee greets Angela. “I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee,” she says, inhaling the aroma into her nostrils.

Ken sits back in the sofa, next to her, “How about we go exploring the countryside, tomorrow? Pack your camera and a snack or lunch and make a day of it.”

“Really,” Angela shouts, “I’d love it,” sitting up straight and placing her coffee on the small coffee table, she jumps up and steps closer to where Ken is sitting back.

She’s standing between his legs now. Ken almost spills his coffee moving the mug out of the way.

“You’re the greatest” Angela says in her excitement and leans in to kiss him.

Ken places his coffee on the table, then slides his arms around Angela as she pecks his cheek with a kiss. Feeling her bum in his hands his groin reacts.

Angela now kisses his lips before Ken eases her back.

“Slow down girl. Wow, wasn’t expecting that response. But not complaining either.” Ken smiles. “You sure know how to get a guy excited.”

“Don’t you want some excitement in your life Ken,” she asks; giggling while she looks down toward his crotch. “I think we could be real good friends and really enjoy ourselves. Being weird, I might add,” as she laughs. “Wouldn’t you agree, Ken? Two weirdo’s with cameras.”

“Most definitely,” Ken responds as he sips his coffee, and changing the subject.

“So Angela, what are you studying for at school?”

“Teaching, with an emphasis on physical education.”

“Oh,” Ken adds; “before I forget, wear your hiking boots tomorrow and I’ll show you some back country Phys ed.”

“Okay, I will. Now it’s my turn to get excited.”

“Not yet. Wait until you see the country I’m taking you into, and all the old barns and homesteads. It’ll blow your mind.”

“Oh Ken, please stop it. You’re making me wet; um, I mean; too excited.” Angela’s face turning red with embarrassment.

Ken laughs. “Either way, we’ll call it a Freudian slip.”

“We’ll leave at 5am, an hour before sunrise. You’ve got to see this country I’m taking you to, as the sun rises over it.”

“Okay, and I’ll pack some snacks and lunch for us. I can hardly wait. Hope I can sleep tonight. I’m so darn excited.”

Ken smiles, not believing his good fortune and how lucky he is in having met Angela. It’s a dream come true. Maybe there is some life left in him after all.

Angela heads to her home, all the while reveling, her mind in overdrive.

‘Oh my Gawd’ Angela says to herself. ‘Can you believe it? That my dreams would be fulfilled in this small pissy ass town with a man more than twice my age. A handsome man at that?’

‘Whew, cool off girl. Let’s not ruin it by being too aggressive. After all, he is old fashion by his own admission.’ Laughing to herself now, “And I almost blew it when I said I was wet;’ fingers feeling the moisture between her legs. ‘Fuck, he made me so horny. Why did the thought of old buildings make me horny?’

Hmmm, ‘Or, is something else going on here? Was I subconsciously focusing on the hard on in his shorts?’ Giggling. Which brought up another question, best left unanswerable for now.

Arriving home and flopping into the sofa, Angela reflects on her life.

Growing up an adopted lonely child, her parents both professional management types, she was left in the care of nanny’s. As she became older she desperately craved the love and attention of her daddy. But daddy was off travelling, as usual, being the successful business man he is.

Her mom, similarly, was always too busy or preoccupied to bother with little Angie and, later; bigger teenage Angela. Busy with her work and preoccupied with whatever a young and middle age lonely wife preoccupies herself with when hubby is off travelling. Angela’s immediate suspicion is, 'mommy slut’.

Not a pleasant thought. But it is the young woman’s impression of her mom.

With all these thoughts bombarding her mind, Angela now looks at her own life.

When college beckoned, Angela set her sights on a course. She excelled in her studies and attracted the attention of the boys. Excelling in her studies impressed her; but boys, not so much. She quickly discovered what their real intentions were, and she was damned if she was going to be a pin cushion for their cocks. A cynical attitude to be sure but she had healthy boundaries, so just wasn’t interested in the noncommittal sex; which explains her virginity.

She wanted a degree in teaching. End of story. One of the boys having an interest in boning her, had even accused her of having 'daddy issues.’ What a loser he was. The only 'daddy issue’ Angela had was she wanted a daddy, a loving and caring dad, who she could look up to, as a role model.

And lo and behold she meets Ken, the next door neighbour, an older & soft spoken man who seems genuinely loving and caring, and shares her interest in photography and the outdoors. ‘Who’d ever thought I’d meet a man the age of daddy to step in and be my daddy? Is Ken the answer to my dream?’

The only question remaining for Angela, 'Do I trust him enough to become his friend and he my friend?’ She answers her own question, 'A few minutes ago when we kissed, he could have taken advantage of me in my enthusiasm, but he didn’t. He backed me off.’

‘Just how far am I willing for Ken and I to go in our relationship? And how far will he come, if at all?’ The unanswerable question, for now.

Across the driveways, back in Ken’s house, he too, is thinking about Angela and how his life is changing in just this day. From the early morning greeting and his gruff response, to the two of them sharing their common interests with Angela exploding in youthful excitement and becoming so very affectionate; catching Ken by surprise with her reaction and subsequent spurt of intimacy.

The lonely widower now suddenly realizing he has a friend; full of vigor, very excitable and apparently very comfortable around older men, brings a smile to Ken’s face. Not wanting to jeopardize their friendship, Ken needs some wisdom on how to proceed.

Hoodoo land

Early the next morning, at precisely 5am, the tint of dawn lightening the chilly eastern sky, Ken places his camera gear in the back seat of his 4 by 4 crew cab pickup truck. The sedan stays in the garage, today. Where they are going, only an offroad vehicle will survive. He’s dressed in a jean jacket over his tanktop, wearing the usual blue jeans and a pair of broken-in hiking boots on his feet.

Moments later, Angela approaches the truck, a backpack over one shoulder and a camera bag over the other; dressed in a light tight sweater with form fitting blue jeans and hiking boots.

Both have their heads covered with baseball caps.

Angela opens the rear door and tosses in her backpack and camera bag; then climbing into the ‘shotgun’ seat as Ken sits behind the steering wheel.

The front seat in this older rugged pickup has bench seating, one long seat from side to side. It was built before the time of standard bucket seats.

"We’re off”, Angela bubbles with joy.

“Yep, here we go. Our first date,” Ken laughs.

“The first of many, I hope. We hope,” she giggles.

“You got that right.” Ken says in his excitement.

Within 5 minutes they have left the town behind, headed south on the highway, toward a ridge of foothills.

Some minutes later, Ken explains; “We’ll turn onto a grid road in about ½ mile, then follow that for a mile before heading up a trail toward our destination.”

As the sky slowly lightens, Angela slides forward in her seat, peering out the front window. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

A few minutes later they make the turn onto the gravel road and, a few minutes after that, the trail.

“Hang on babe,” Ken advises. “It gets rougher and rougher the farther we go.” Just then the pickup lurches through a deep rut.

“Um, Ken if you wanna call me 'babe’, no one’s ever called me that before. Sounds cool though.” She says, giggling. “Can I call you 'daddy?”

“Sure you can. Call me anything you’re little heart desires. No bad names though.” He laughs.

“Oh, silly boy,” Angela giggles. “Seriously though, I’ve never really known my real daddy and I, um, you’re a little older, his age approximately, and you’re so kind and caring. Um, I kinda like you lots,” she says, smiling over at Ken. “And, I desperately long for a real daddy figure in my life.”

Ken flashes her a glance, sees her staring at him and stops the truck, shifting it into Park. Turning in his seat toward her now, bringing a bent leg up onto the seat.

“Lets see, you wanna be my friend, my weird friend; and, now, you wanna be my daughter too. Humm, that is more than weird; that’s downright super weird!” His voice raising slightly.

Angela holds a hand over her mouth, “Are you mad at me?” A tear drop runs down over her cheek.

“NO, no, on the contrary, I find it downright kinky, I love it. I never knew my real daughter. It’s a long story, don’t ask. Now, I know you and you wanna be a daughter to me. How could I say no?” He assures her in a loud voice and smiling. “Actually, it’s a hidden desire I’ve had for a long time, and; ” his voice trails off. “You are making it a reality!”

Scrambling over the seat toward Ken, Angela plants a kiss on Ken’s mouth as they fall back against his door from the force of her movement. This time Ken doesn’t resist her kiss or her advances; sliding his arms around her midriff, his hand resting over her butt cheeks, feeling her rounded globes.

Instantly an erection rises in his jeans.

Angela’s kiss lingers, her body on top of Ken’s, her arm pressing across his hips and his erection. Ken’s hands caress Angela’s rounded butt.

Finally, Angela pulls back, “Oh Gawd, what just happened? I’m. ”

“Don’t you dare apologize. It was, it was wonderful. My goodn

Kitty and Anthony go to the great outdoors.

by AsianKittySub. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had already packed my bags and put them in the car along with the other gear and supplies. I was beyond excited to get out into nature for awhile and disconnect from all the stress of the real world. Plus Anthony was coming with. He and I first crossed paths in a very unique situation, and had gone on a few dates after.

I told him I would pick him up at 2 in the afternoon and when I arrived he was already outside with all of his stuff. He was so pumped he was like a kid on Christmas. We loaded his gear into my car and took off.

The drive to the park was about 30 minutes. Despite it being located in the middle of a suburban city, the park was large enough where it felt like you were out in the middle of nowhere. It had plenty of trails and fishing spots.

We arrived in no time and we pulled into the parking lot. I reserved a remote camp site next to the lake, so we had to hike in a few miles with all our gear. We loaded up our packs took off.

The trail was not too difficult and we only passed one person. We both took a day off in the middle of the week because the park and campgrounds weren’t very busy until the weekend.

We arrived and surveyed the site to determine where to pitch the tent, so we dropped the gear and looked around a little. Anthony grabbed my hand and led me towards the lake. I told him I would really like to set up camp and gather fire wood, but he was having none of it.

We walked down a narrow path and came upon an outcrop overlooking the water. He sat down on the rocks and signaled for me to do the same. I plopped next to him and he put his arm around me. We sat there in silence taking in the beauty surrounding us.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and reached down for a quick grope. To my surprise (and delight) I found his cock already hard as steel. I grinned and murmured a bit. He let out a sigh and spread his legs to give me better access.

I spun to my knees and frantically pulled at his pants to get them off. He could see I was getting frustrated and chuckled a little while he opened his fly. My hand was pulling out that gorgeous cock as fast as it could and I took him all the way down my throat without warning.

His knees went up and his feet came off the ground. He laid back on the rocks and arched his back as I took him in my mouth while I stroked him. It had only been about a minute when I could tell he would cum soon. I pulled my mouth away but continued to jack him.

“Baby are you gonna cum for me? Please I need you to cum.”

He responded by thrusting his hips upwards to fuck my hand. I stopped stroking and looked him in the eye.

“I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell when you’re going to cum.”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna explode just for you. Please suck me in your mouth. I need you.”

With that I again took his length all the way down my throat. He began to cum immediately and his hands flew to my head while he groaned and pumped his hot seed in my mouth. I was getting better at taking more of it, but still couldn’t manage to swallow all of it.

He was panting for air but he was reaching for my belt to try to put a hand down my pants.

“Ah! as much as I’m sure I’d love whatever it is you want to do to me, I really would like to get our camp set up please. Can we come back to this soon?”

Anthony looked disappointed but he nodded and helped me up. We went back to our site and set up the tent and sleeping bags. We then gathered firewood and tinder. It was still light out so I asked if he’d like to go fishing.

He grabbed the poles and tackle box and we went back to the lake. We found a decent spot along the shore. I love fishing and couldn’t get my line in the water fast enough. He had other ideas and went to put his hand down my pants.

“Sweetie if you keep that up we might not have dinner tonight.”

“I don’t care Kitty. I just want you.”

“Well at least let me fish for a little while? I said I was going to catch dinner for us.”

He didn’t say anything but kissed my neck and snaked his hand in the front my pants, and the tip of his finger found my clit. I went weak in the knees a little and he moved his finger back and forth on my slit.

It felt so good and I didn’t try to stop him. I also didn’t reel in my line and I had a bite. I set the hook and was trying to bring in the fish, but Anthony’s magical fingers were making it difficult. He was holding me up with one arm while continuing to finger me while I landed the fish.

It had to have only been a few minutes of rubbing but he soon had my legs trembling as I hung onto his shoulders. I clutched his biceps and pulled him closer. He had to have felt me tense up.

My mouth flew open and my head tilted back as I began to cum. He immediately covered my lips with his and I cried out into his mouth while I came. My legs felt like jello and I thought they would give way. Thankfully Anthony is pretty strong and never let go of me.

When I came back to my senses I realized I still had the fish on the line, but it was out of the water. It was a fine walleye and would be enough for both of us. I saw the tent in Anthony’s pants, but we needed to take care of this fish. I have him a grope for a few seconds and told him we needed to cook dinner.

We went back to camp and he started the fire while I cleaned the fish. We put some peppers, onions, and potatoes in foil and put them in the fire. Meanwhile we cooked the fish in a skillet over a rack.

Our dinner was absolutely delicious. For dessert we had smores but with peanut butter cups instead of regular chocolate. There was only one thing that was missing.

“I hope you liked dinner baby. I know it wasn’t the most extravagant but we are camping.”

“Dinner was outstanding, thank you so much for catching and cooking the fish. Would you like to go for a walk and stretch the legs?”

“Sure that sounds wonderful. Let’s put out the fire and I’ll grab a few headlamps since it’s starting to get dark.”

We put the lights on our heads but didn’t turn them on since we didn’t need them yet. Once again we went back to the lake but this time we picked a trail that went around the water. There was plenty of room in the path and we passed a few different people on our way.

By now it dusk was approaching and we decided to turn around. We soon had to turn on our headlamps to see where we were going. We were getting close to our camp when Anthony took my hand and led me off the path. He then turned off both of the lights.

It was dark but I could still see his body and knew he was close. I felt his arms slide around my waist and he pulled me in. I reached up to pull his head down to mine and I melted into his kiss. I broke our embrace and looked up at him.

“Anthony I’ve never had sex outside before. I’m so horny right now will you please fuck me? I need you to fuck me.”

He responded by kissing me again and gripping my ass with both hands. Suddenly he turned me around so I was facing away from him and he pushed me up against a tree. He ripped my pants down and I felt his hard cock rubbing along my slit. By now it was really hard to see which only heightened my other senses.

He teased me for what felt like an hour before I couldn’t take it anymore. I was trying to push back to take in his dick but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Baby please. Please fuck me. I need to feel your big hard dick inside me. Please baby.”

He grabbed my hair to pull my head back while he guided his cock in my hot tunnel. He ground into me in circles before he began to moan and switched to humping me as fast as he could. He pulled at my hips to try to get in even deeper.

I was in pleasure heaven when I heard voices and laughed. I opened my eyes and saw lights on the path and heard what sounded to be a small group of people. I put a hand on his thigh and pushed back a little. He stopped and then realized why I stopped him.

We were only about 20 feet of the path and while it was dark, they would be able to see us if their lights shone in our direction. I stayed motionless, but I felt Anthony begin to fuck me again. I pushed back on his thigh again to stop him but he continued to screw my pussy.

He reached a hand around my face and covered my mouth. He leaned forward so his chest was on my back and he whispered into my ear.

“Holy shit this is so fucking hot. Fucking you outside in the dark with people about to walk by. It’s gonna make me cum soon.

The whole time he hadn’t stopped fucking me and we could hear the group getting closer as they were engaged in conversation. I felt Anthony begin to drive into me faster and his hand tightened around my mouth.

The group was passing by and we could hear them laughing. Anthony grabbed my hips tight and began spasming as he shot his load deep in my pussy. He was trying his best to be quiet and while he wasn’t completely successful, it didn’t matter. The group walked by not knowing my sexy guy just blew his load in me at the same time.

He slipped out of me and we walked slowly back to camp. We climbed into the tent and we quickly fell asleep. We’d need our energy for the morning.

by AsianKittySub for Literotica

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Based on a post by storyteller 19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We watched TV together for an hour, mostly in silence, which was rare for

When it was nearly ten, Liz turned off the TV. She reached up and grabbed at

Liz closed the door and locked it. She went back to kissing me, pressing me

I licked around her areola and then flicked my tongue across one of her

Liz pulled her hand out of my pants and slipped them down further. Once they

Liz kissed her way down my chest. When she got down to my stomach, she

Then she leaned down and pressed her tongue onto my ball sack, licking

After sucking on my balls for a few minutes, Liz put her

After blowing me for a couple of minutes, Liz took me back all the way into

I thought she would go back to blowing me, but instead, Liz stood up,

"I want you inside of me," Liz breathed in between kisses as she

"I want you, too," I said and then, in a moment of honesty, added,

"I know. Why do you think I have teased you so much all these

"To annoy me?" I asked.

"That's part of it." Liz laughed. "But the other reason is

I inched forward to both enjoy this moment and make it easy in case Liz

After getting used to the fantastic feeling of her cunt I pulled nearly all

I was starting to get a little out of breath. If we kept up at this pace, I

I laid there for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feel of Liz perfectly

Without breaking the rhythm of riding my cock she pushed on my chest and

I loved the way her tits bounced as she rode up and down on my cock, and the

I was getting too close to my orgasm, but Liz seemed to be breathing

I knew that if we kept up like this, our family would hear. I sat up and

Liz started to hump back against me. I could hear her moaning loudly into

"That was;" I started to say but didn't know the words for it.

Liz leaned forward and kissed me sweetly. "I know," she said. I

Liz placed one of my hands between her tits and cradled it there with her

"What?" Liz asked.

"I came in you, I shouldn't have done that, if you get," Liz put a

"Calm down. I wanted you to do that, it makes it feel even better, and

"Oh, okay, good," I said, embarrassed by my outburst, and wrapped

"Merry Christmas," Liz said.

"Yeah, the best merry Christmas," I said with a smile.

A few minutes later, Liz got up and grabbed the towel that I had used earlier

Liz stepped back inside and gently closed the door behind her. I watched as

When I was starting to drift back off to sleep, even with her snoring, I

I woke up to someone kissing me. I opened my eyes, and Liz beamed down at

"Good morning," I said. I sat up, and Liz climbed onto my lap. She

"My family is on their way to say goodbye, and then I am going to head

"Oh," I said. Liz lived in Portland, several states away from her

"So, my flight leaves later today, but I was wondering, since you don't

I didn't say anything for a moment, and she looked up at me expectantly.

"You jerk, you were just stalling," Liz said as she threw her arms

Liz took a shower first. When she emerged, she was wearing one of my

"So, where did you last see it?" I asked Liz when we walked into

"Right here in my bag," Liz said, holding up her phone.

"Why did you say you didn't have it?" I asked her.

"So that I could give you a proper goodbye," Liz said as she

"Me too. I don't want to see you go."

"Promise you will visit me soon."

"I promise," I said, already planning on seeing her as soon as

We walked back out to our gathered family. "Sorry it took so long. I