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August 22 Confessions of a College Slut: Part 2
Confessions of a College Slut: Part 2
Liza Loves Her New Family
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Buffet For Three
Now things were a little awkward; two of the five boys had
had their penises inside me, and the rest had seen my panty clad ass. Everyone
was being super nice to me, and I bet I knew why. The occasional glance at the
bulges on my chest or the long look as I walked away, had turned into constant
eyes on me. I wore baggy clothes but of course this didn't help in a room full
of college boys.
Eventually the advances by the boys became more and more
blatant until finally one day when I was particularly hungry I blurted out,
"Hey, whoever wants to take me out for Hibachi can screw me
afterwards."
Chester and Hahn jumped at the opportunity, but I wasn't
sure how we'd work that out. But never mind the details, I was just happy to
get another free meal. “Fine”, I said; “But whoever starts a stupid debate
about video games, gets dumped! Got it!” The rest of the room cheered for me,
but Chester and Hahn looked whipped by a girl.
They took me to a Hibachi place in the suburb of Chester,
very fitting. I ordered the most expensive dish they offered, Mako shark, and
ate the whole meal in a vicious frenzy. I loved eating and it was like I could
shovel mound after mound of food into my mouth without ever getting fat. I'm
not sure if it's because I have a high metabolism or just because I'm young, to
be honest. Chester and Hahn had a good time too, perhaps in denial at the
possibly extremely awkward event that was going to take place afterwards.
Hahn's parents were rich and actually had rented him a
studio apartment of his own, off-campus. We went there because not only was it
the nicest of our places, but he was the only one of us that lived by himself.
Once we got there, we all took a few minutes to get ready before I earnestly
stripped down and cheekily decided to rub my tits together and wink at the
boys. Mama don't like to waste time. I was wearing a new sexy pink lace bra
that cost half a fucking fortunate, before I unclasped it in the back and had
my titties drop out and then bounce back up like basketballs. Being busty yet
perky, had its fun moments to be sure. I, being the ball of originality that I
am, told them that now that they've seen mine, that I get to see theirs'. They
blushed awkwardly for a second before complying with my request. I sat on the
couch and waited for my show to begin.
Predictably, both my friends were already erect. And to my
surprise Hahn's cock was, regular sized! It was decent, maybe 5 inches compared
to Chester's 5 1/2, but he didn't have Chester's wide girth. I then encouraged
both of the boys to come take one of my tits in their hands and squeeze.
"Nice right? There is enough of me to go around."
I said as the two guys sat on each side of me.
"Damn Liza, I knew your tits were big but I had no idea
they were this big!" Hahn said, astonished.
"They're so fucking nice! And look at your adorable
nipples! I just wanna" Chester said as he took my left nipple in his mouth
and started sucking my tit.
"Thanks." I said, losing my composure. I was
trying to be a top but it was so abundantly clear I was a submissive bottom.
My shyness snatching my tongue, I got up then laid an Anime
throw blanket across the chaise portion Hahn's leather couch. It was a long L
shape sectional, and nice as fuck. My parents were well off but Hahn's family
was fucking loaded.
I was on my knees & elbows. Now fully undressed, Chester
approached me from behind. Then Hahn came around & stood in front of my
head, which was propped up in my hands. He was the perfect height. I opened my
mouth wide to receive his cock. His bulbous head brushed my lips apart and then
he pushed it into my mouth.
I was expecting to be penetrated simultaneously by Chester,
so it took me a little by surprise when he slapped my ass hard with his hand. I
would have yelped, but my mouth was full of dick. I didn’t want Hahn’s dick
bitten by accident, so I had to be careful. Instead, my eyes widened and my
body jerked just a little. Hahn took this as encouragement to push further into
my mouth, nearing the middle of my throat. Chester slapped me again. I was used
to mental punishment, but the physical nature of this had taken me off guard
and I have to say, destabilized me a little. Again, I flinched. Hahn pushed
deeper, his cock now bottomed out & partly in my throat, but I knew that
was all he had left. A third slap, I was getting sore now, and imagined that my
ass would be bright red. Hahn stood there, his balls rested against my chin. I
was spread eagle, and impaled orally on a cock. I had recently learned that I
was a loud moaner, and I definitely vocalized my pleasure the entire time they
were tag-teaming me.
My ass jiggled each time Chester smacked it. ‘Just fuck
me already?’ I finally blurted out. It is hard to communicate when your
mouth is full of awesome Asian cock. The last clapping sound was like a
starting gun to Hahn, who reinserted & started to face-fuck me. He'd
withdraw a couple of inches and then thrust his whole length into me again. He
started out slowly at first, but then picked up speed. Chester finally figured
it out, and got positioned behind me, then rammed my cunt to his base.
His thick shaft pressed me wide.
It was shortly after that something strange happened, I
started to feel, at peace. I submitted, letting the pleasure run through me and
went with the flow. I knew I wanted to please them, and I felt warm, almost
cared for, as I was being double teamed. Sensory overload. I could feel tears
form in my eyes and trickle down my forehead and into my hair. But these
weren't tears of sadness, but of joy.
It felt like, it felt like I had found my family. One of
them was using my throat as a sex toy and the other was pounding my cunt. I
felt wanted, needed, like I finally belonged somewhere.
I began to feel overwhelmed. Focus, Liza. I'm a good girl
taking my friends' cocks deep inside me to help them get off, that's all that
mattered. Don't let this excruciating emotion spoil the mood. What you are
doing for Chester and Hahn is peak selflessness. I can do this, I can overcome
my anxiety. I took a few deep breaths in between Hahn's thrusts. It didn't
lessen, so I embraced it. I'm a mess, and that's hot.
My cunt felt raw. But I was so damn turned on. My friends,
yes my friends, were using me like a blow up sex doll. I could feel my juices
oozing out of my vagina. Feel my clit throbbing as I opened up my throat to
Hahn, and my vagina to Chester. My face was blush red, for the first time in my
life: I was hyper-aroused.
Tears were now pouring down my face. This was all a little
too much. But no sooner than I had come to that realization, I felt a rope of
warm cum shoot onto my back, followed by another and another.
"Fuck!" Chester announced. More grunts from behind
me, then warm drips on my ass cheeks. A deep sigh, then Chester dropped to the
couch, beside me. "Your turn, Hahn." He said, slapping my ass one
final time before swapping places with my short Asian friend.
I took the opportunity to roll over, still on the plush
throw blanket, but now on my back, diagonally across the extension of his
sectional sofa. And now Hahn knelt and scooped up both my legs. I rested them
over each of his shoulders, then he was inside me. I didn't speak. He slid his
average member halfway in, it felt so refreshing, and then sunk all five inches
of his cock into my cunt. I was sopping wet and took him easily. He started
fucking me. It might have been smaller than Chester's dick, but the length and
narrower width of Hahn's cock gave me the rest I needed to recover. Chester sat
up and began massaging my massive tits. My nipples stood up and said; ‘squeeze
me, suck me’. Chester understood the sign language and accommodated in a much
gently disposition than the spankings he’d previously gotten his jollies from.
In pain from being fucked hard at both ends of my body, I
just laid there submitting to them. Hahn would withdraw his dick completely,
push his head just barely into me and then immediately thrust forward, giving
me all 5 of his inches at once. I gasped. Hahn repeated this over and over, a
little harder each time. He pushed again and again, his balls slapping against
my ass. I had never taken two dicks in one day.
Lust had consumed me. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, it
happened. I came hard. Twisting and turning, I felt the orgasm stirring deep in
my cock-filled cunt, then rush outwards. It started inside me, then slowly made
its way out, eventually covering my entire body in spasming pleasure until I
was shaking from overstimulation. I felt warm liquid pouring from my vagina as
I spasmed while still being held down. As my violent orgasm continued, I felt
the room start spinning. I had cum, and just from penetration, what the fuck? I
spent a minute in a panting daze, half awake and half asleep. I had cum so hard
that it took a couple minutes for my brain to work again. Hahn withdrew his
cock, dripping with my crème. His belly and thighs were dripping wet. He was
panting and his spent cock was still bobbing as it slowly deflated.
"Hahn, you're soaked. Did I do that to you?" I
asked, surprised. Squirting was something I had heard about but never knew that
I could actually do.
"Yeah! I know, right?" Hahn chuckled in a
satisfied, half-drunk demeanor.
The throw blanket seemed to have taken the lion's share of
my squirting. I gazed up at Hahn. His cock was covered in both my cunt juice
and his ejaculate. The head of his cock dripped with cum.
"Hahn, you fucking bastard. You weren't supposed to cum
in me!" I’d been on the pill for a couple weeks. But unwritten college
ethics dictate that a guy always pulls out.
"God damn it Hahn, you're not supposed to do
that!" Chester reprimanded him.
"Sorry, please don't be mad." Hahn pleaded.
"Hahn, please, you know that can get a woman
pregnant." I warned him.
"I know. I got a little carried away. I'll buy you Plan
B."
I was now sobbing. My throat and cunt had both been used and
abused. I wailed, the tears were now a flood. My body shook with emotion. I
wasn't handling the overstimulation too well. It felt like my body had just
released a ton of pent up stress and now I was all wobbly and unfocused.
Hahn felt like shit. He assumed I was devastated by his
mistake.
No, I had been through a lot, but I'd say it was a pretty
positive experience. Chester was a real gentleman and asked me if I was okay,
then brought me a glass of water and cuddled up with me. I also reached for
Hahn & he got the hint and cuddled up on my other side. It was marvelous,
even if my bawling sounded otherwise.
After our threesome was over, we all cleaned up the mess and
it appeared the leather couch was still fine. Then we watched Community in our
undies. Hahn even brought out a bottle of fancy vodka imported from Vladivostok
for us to chill out with, as we all sat on his couch half naked, Hahn grabbed
us a bigger blanket. After a few episodes I gave them both a final fellatio and
we called it a damn good night.
Fuck my cunt is sore.
Interlude: The Big Bang Theory
Have you ever read the Stephen King novel I T? I don't mean
watched the movie but actually read the book? Well there's a scene where umm,
how to put it? "The Losers" all have sex with the same person to show
their "unity" so that they can escape being lost in the sewers. I
want to be this person for my friend group. The glue that holds them all
together, the cunt that they can take out all of their frustrations on. I've
learned that sex is the best way to blow off steam. I want to form a sense of
community with me as its focal point.
The Gang Bang
My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. Your real
family isn't the one you're born into but rather the one you choose for
yourself. I have a family now, and I love them.
Soon after my first threesome, I found out that Rob (the
tall chubby one) was a virgin. He was too shy to admit it, himself but some of
the other guys brought it up once to tease him. After I found out this
information, I knew I had to do something. He's such a sweet heart, I knew I
needed to make his first time special. So, for Halloween I dressed up as his
"waifu" Aloy from Horizon (not the race car game, the one with
robotic dinosaurs). I even went as far as to dye my hair red and had a special
plan in mind. For my costume, I even made a bow out of PVC pipe. Which was a
stupid idea cause it looked like ass, but I wanted to make my own rather than
just buying one on Etsy.
On the last day of October, everyone got together for a big
Halloween party. The theme was: character's dressed up as other
characters. Rob took this idea and dressed up as Luigi if he were a
member of the Akatsuki, while Hahn dressed up as a "Jewish Samurai"
wearing a Hasidic beard over a kabuto. Brad dressed up as a, furry? I'm not
sure. It was a bear costume with a top hat and monocle. Mike dressed up as
Handsome Jack in a Fallout vault suit and Chester dressed up as Zelda dressed
up as Link. I, however, broke this theme because that totally would have fucked
up my plan. Perhaps I was a slut dressed up as Aloy? We all drank and
drank, and after a few "brewskis" I was sufficiently drunk. It was
time.
I walked up to Rob, grabbed his hand and led him to the
bathroom. I stripped naked & pulled down his pants, got on my knees and put
his massive dick in my mouth to get him hard. I was fucking surprised too, this
thing was fucking giant, and he was hiding it from me all this time? Rob might
have been stocky but to this day his is still the biggest log I've ever seen,
in person. I eventually asked him how big it was, I didn't measure it myself so
take this with a grain of salt. We all know men love to lie about their dick
sizes. He told me it was fucking nine inches! Insane.
After he was hard as a rock, I got off my knees and got my
phone out. I had found this website that creates "sex sounds" of
celebrities based off their lines in shows and video games while using A I to
fill in any gaps to make it sound more natural. I basically started playing an
audio file of Aloy moaning and grunting. I then turned around, bent over and
stuck my ass out while resting my hands against the wall. "Take me" I
told him, laughing out loud. He then got to rail "Aloy" for five
whole minutes before cumming all the way up my back and getting a little bit in
my hair. My buddy was a virgin no longer.
A big dick doesn't necessarily mean a long lasting dick,
especially if the guy's a virgin. Although let's be honest, when a guy has a
dick that size, you kinda want it to not last too long. I still want to be able
to walk tomorrow, laughing my ass off.
Eventually, November came and it was around this time I
started to grow into my body in a more "womanly" way. I put on my
freshman 15, (pounds, that is), and was now curvy rather than thin. Not curvy
like fat though, I was more like, Kim Kardashian now. Not fat but sexy with a
full figure. I literally know nothing about her except that I've seen her
naked, I think everyone has. I even had to google how to spell
"Kardashian" while writing this. And I mean it looked really natural
with my fucking watermelon tits, so it never really bothered anyone. My tit’s
were a smidge bigger because I’m on the pill, but when I told that to the gamer
guys, all they said was; “Yeah, nice!”
The best part of having five guys trying to get into your
pants, is that they are constantly offering you things, to try to buy your
favor. To be honest, it was rather low-key, kinda an escapist findom situation.
I'd send a weekly topless or ass pic or two in the group chat, occasionally let
everyone hit, and in return they'd buy me anything I wanted. That's how ya girl
got a custom Animal Crossing for my Nintendo Switch. Also, I never pay for my
food when we all go out to eat, and anytime I want a new clothes I just would
ask one of the boys to take me shopping. They were all stem majors with
scholarships, so money wasn't an item, although usually it was Hahn spending
his parents' money that would buy me the most luxurious clothing.
And then of course you have the obligatory, yet obvious,
sexy underwear that they'd buy me. Wanting to see me in it either right before
they fucked me or in the group chat, they'd buy me white cotton, black lace,
pink satin, cute little undies with yellow cartoon lemons on them and even some
with superheroes (or villains) on them. The most notorious of which was a pair
of Harley Quinn ones that Chester had pulled to the side and taken a video of
me getting fucked doggy style in; and then sent to the group chat. Boys replied
with an eye roll emoji.
My favorite lay was still Mike. He was clearly the most
experienced of the group. One time when we were screwing, I was wearing these
pink tube socks and he was fucking me missionary. My legs were high up in the
air and my big titties were bouncing up and down as he pounded into me, I
decided to reward him for being my favorite! So right as he was about to cum I
told him, "Baby, cum on my face. I want you to cum on my face. I'm such a
fucking whore but I'm your whore baby." And he gladly accepted my request
by shooting his baby juice all over my face and nose. "Eww! Grab me a
towel!" I said with cum in my eyelashes. But not before he got a pic of
the artwork he created.
Thanksgiving is coming, and I'm a little worried about
gaining weight from overeating. My weight is something I've started to think
about more and more this past month. Sometimes I can't help but obsess over it.
My mother gained a ton of weight after she gave birth to me. I even have an
emergency panic weight that if I ever cross, I promised myself I would start
going on 5 mile runs every day.
I fucked pretty much every day now, one of the guys,
sometimes more, would invite me over to their place or we'd go to the bathroom
near the gaming lounge and they'd just strip me down and screw me right there.
Getting fucked so much, it was hard not to just be lazy and become a total
bottom, letting the gang have their way with me and just enjoying the ride, or
lack thereof (pun intended but I don't think it was a good one lol.)
Speaking of the gaming lounge, we had a giant leather sofa
in there now. Chester bought it, and it’s pretty fucking bitchin. And yes, I've
been fingered on that sofa, many times.
With Thanksgiving, and by extension the end of the year,
fast approaching I felt the desire to do something special. A "big
bang" to celebrate the friendships we'd made this year right before things
got hectic with Thanksgiving, Finals and Christmas Break. Eventually things
would finally be back to normal again in mid-January. And what better way to
send the school year off, with a big bang then a big giant gang band? He he.
The next day after the idea popped into my head, I went to
the gaming lounge and gave each of the guys a cute little flier I had made,
with the time and date of the "party" wink wink. I didn't want them
knowing it was a gang bang, yet. Why ruin the surprise?
On the day of the grand event, Sunday, November 22nd, I
picked out my outfit very carefully. I wore a mini-skirt with light pink satin
panties underneath. They had a cute little bow on the top, perfect for them
"unwrapping" their present. A red and white heavy-duty Pokéball
pushup-bra and a light blue graphic Tee shirt with a picture of Squirtle on it,
which said "I'm a Squirter", and lastly, a pair of big black stripper
boots, because I could.
As for my cunt, no more bush for me. I've been keeping it
short or bald, for the aesthetic as well as to make it easier to eat me out.
I'd shaved bald about twice in the last few months I believe; but haven't grown
out much more than two weeks of growth. I think it looks better and more
attractive when it's shorter.
Yes, I know what you're wondering. Okay ladies and
gentleman, here's the tea on me being a squirter:
Every time it's happened it's been an accident, and
sometimes I can feel it happening but only when there's so much liquid it's
obvious. It only happens when I'm riding on top. I think it has something to do
with a guy's shape or size, but when I move a certain way they hit something
deep inside me. I think it's the g-spot or internal part of the clit. To be
honest, I don't know what it is; but it
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August 21 Confessions of a College Slut: Part 1
Confessions of a College Slut: Part 1
Liza’s Late Puberty Finally Comes.
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Late Bloomer
Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? I've felt that
way my entire life. My name is Liza Thomas and growing up I was a nobody. I had
very few friends in school and what few "friends" I did have were
more like acquaintances that never even thought about my existence outside of 8
AM to 3 PM, Monday , Friday. I was bullied too. But then again, wasn't
everyone? I'm seriously asking, "was everyone?" because the other girls
constantly ridiculed me for the way I looked (growing up I looked quite
androgynous), for never talking during class and for sneaking my Nintendo DS
into school to play during lunch. I never did anything to them, but they made
me feel like shit every single day.
Fast forward to my 18th birthday and, nothing. I was flat
all over. My chest, my ass, my stomach. My tits were 32 A, maybe the size of
lemons and my ass cheeks were like two little pancakes. But then, something
magical happened. During the Christmas break after my birthday, I began to
grow. My lemons turned into 34 D cantaloupes quite fast, almost overnight. My
pancakes turned into, pillows? My ass certainly wasn't flat enough to set your
drink on anymore but I'd be lying if I said that it caught anyone's gaze.
My mom took quick notice of this change and in regards to
it; liked to say, "Lions, tigers, boobs oh my!" (I wish I was making
this up. My mom says the stupidest and most embarrassing shit sometimes, I
swear to God). Apparently, the Thomas women were all late bloomers, so it's
unsurprising that it took me all the way until adulthood before my tits were as
big as my mom's.
That January I returned to school after "the
change" I kind of figured no one would notice, or care, but boy was I
wrong. I started to get unwanted attention, and as an introvert this sucked. It
wasn't all bad though, that same month this guy named Brian started talking to
me and, Brain made me feel special. He'd come up to me every day at my locker
to chat me up. Nobody had ever done that before, especially not a boy. A little
bit about Brian, Brian was 19 when we first met. He was held back in first
grade so he was in the same class as me despite being a year older. His mother
was an alcoholic who was in and out of the county jail and his father was an
honest man who made a living restoring old cars. I guess this is different from
being a mechanic but don't ask me how, I am not a car girl. Anywho, after a
month Brian asked me out on a date and, I said yes! We went to the local ice
cream place, the Twist and Shake (I think it was supposed to be a Beatles pun),
and had a nice little conversation. There was not much to do in Locust,
Pennsylvania after all. I had even taken the opportunity to wear a low-cut
shirt to "show off the goods" so to speak. In truth, the shirt had
not been low cut prior to my cleavage metamorphosis. After a few weeks he even
asked me to be his girlfriend and I was elated! No one had ever thought of me
in that way before, it was like I was experiencing my sexual coming of age, the
only thing was that at this point I was very much anti-sex traditionalist.
I grew up in a very strict Eastern Orthodox family and had
taken my parents' views on sex as my own. I was supposed to wait until
marriage. I told Brian this a little while after we started dating. Despite him
reassuring me that everything was okay, I could see the disappointment on his
face. I would try to satiate him by compromising. I offered him handjobs at
first, then gave my first blowjob, but this wasn't good enough. He was horny
all the time, and I just couldn't keep up. I started sending nudes. Something
until then I thought people were stupid for doing. Then, one day in April, when
we were over at his house; he was always trying to get me to come over and come
into his bedroom, which I tried to stay away from like the plague. I foolishly
went in there, like an idiot. He then begged me for sex and tried to take off
my clothes. I told him no, but when he got upset I felt bad and said that if he
wanted to there was another way that we could do it. That was how I lost my
anal cherry.
Still with me? Good. So the next month, May, was the big
prom. It was my senior prom, so my parents went all out and purchased me the
most expensive black and pink dress (yes, I listen to K-pop), I think it cost a
thousand dollars! Daddy bought it for me and even paid for a limo for Brian and
me! That night was perfect. In his suit, Brian looked like the most suave
handsome man in the world, and could have easily passed for Tony Stark or Bruce
Wayne. After prom the limo dropped us off at my house and Brian (at this point
I didn't have my license yet, just a learner's permit), drove us to "after
prom", which was held at the Macedonian-American Cultural Center. Well during
the hour break between prom and "after prom" (Which might I add is
stupid. Like as far as I can tell it's always been this way but it feels like
the school is just begging the students to have sex?). Brian pulled the car
over to a discrete area. I was a little worried at first, but just figured that
I was going to unzip his pants and give him head, but he had other things in
mind. He gave me this long impassioned speech about how much he loved me and
how we were meant to be together. I felt moved by the moment, and well, I loved
him. So I told him that if he was still a virgin then yes, we could have sex.
But if not, then I would still let him fuck me in the ass. He told me that I
would be his first. So we had sex. I was so stupid for believing him.
I wish I could tell you this long passionate tale about my
first time, and how amazingly romantic it was, but;
1.
That's not the point of this story, and;
2.
He humped me in the back of a Honda Accord until he jizzed all over my
belly button, not exactly the most romantic first time.
Anyway, for the rest of the night, and until the end of the
school year, I was in a very romantic mood.
Graduation felt like such a big deal at the time, like the
rest of my life was starting and that I had finally become a woman. Like my
whole life was starting to come together. Prom night was kind of a bursting of
the dam, or watershed moment. After that he would start fucking me in his
bedroom almost every day after classes, and then when school ended, just
whenever he could get me to come over. I would typically just lay there, on my
back or stomach, not moving much until he finished up. Nobody ever taught me
how to have sex, and Brian was fine with me just being a dead fish. This would
only last until early July however.
When a seemingly innocuous comment from Brian's father about
him "finally finding a good girl," caused me to spiral and stalk his
Facebook and Instagram profiles. I found out that he dated over a half-dozen
women before me. Some he had told me about, others he did not. Could he really
expect me to believe that he never had sex with any of these women?
I have a tendency to internalize my frustrations and shut
down when there's a problem in my life. I gave up my virginity on a fraud! For
the rest of July I did not let Brian have sex with me, not even once. He got
very upset with this, but I refused to say why. Until, finally, in August when
during a discussion about how our relationship was going to proceed. He was
going to Ohio University, a party school, and I was going to Penn State. I
confronted him. I asked him about these past girlfriends. He told me that he
lied and that he was sorry.
I broke down into tears, and then he said, "Since
you're already crying. I might as well tell you: I'm breaking up with you."
I could not breathe. My mind was racing a mile a minute but the words I wanted
to say would not come out. He continued, "I just don't think that you're
intimate enough for me. I don't want you weighing me down while I'm at
college. You understand."
No, I do not understand, You bastard! And if you’re reading
this, I fucking hate you, Brian Romanchuck!
Fuck him! No, don’t! But I hope some brute at the state
prison fucks his ass with a led pipe!
New Friends
Only a few weeks later, at the end of August (or maybe it
was September at this point), I was shipped away from home and started my new
life as a freshman at Penn State Brandywine. I chose Penn's Brandywine campus
because it not only had the Micro-electromechanical systems program I was
looking for but was also refreshingly rural and familiar, despite how close to
Philadelphia it was. Plus I had a nice scholarship for being a female stem
major.
Since my breakup, I began wearing baggy clothes to hide my
body. I didn't need asshole boys wanting me for my body. Trust me, at this
point in time I hated my body (don't worry dear reader, that was going to
change soon, but thanks for your concern). This was made even harder by the
fact that I had a second growth spurt over the summer and now my tits were the size
of watermelons and none of my bras fit me anymore! (Okay so maybe watermelons
is a bit of an exaggeration. But they're 34 F, like in between a cantaloupe and
a watermelon, and were annoying as hell for the longest time because I wasn't
used to carrying these large udders on my body). My Ass pillows turned into,
basketballs? Okay I'm totally trolling you now by calling my ass basketballs
but I don’t care what you want me to say, my ass simply got fatter. Other than
that, my waist and overall fitness was good.
After losing my virginity to a lying asshole, I
overcorrected and stayed away from all things sex for a time, but this didn't
mean I wasn't lonely. For the past six months I had not only finally discovered
companionship and having a social life; but also had it all ripped away from
me. The one person who I talked to every day, and was vulnerable with was gone.
Away from family and any familiarity, I was scared. Scared to even try to make
any friends at all. I had five classes a week but pretty much kept to myself
the entire time. Despite sitting near the front of the class as I was
accustomed to, I rarely spoke and never raised my hand.
The day that would change the course of my life forever, was
during the onset of October, I decided to visit the gaming lounge in building
C. It was nice! It had four flat screen TVs mounted on the walls, and a fancy
kitchenette. Each TV was spaced maybe ten yards from the next, & featured a
round table with six black fake leather, cushioned chairs, and was paired with a
PlayStation 4, or Xbox One, I want to say it's called? Microsoft has such
stupid naming conventions for their consoles (PlayStation supremacy).
My first time stepping in there, I stood around for a moment
to scan the room, before I caught a glimpse of a group of five college boys.
Well apparently I, a 5' 3" woman with big black boots, short blonde hair,
a Sailor Moon skirt and long black socks leading up to said skirt, caught their
eye too. Because not a minute later, one of the boys called out to me, "Hey!"
Nervous, I immediately darted out of the room. Caught off guard, the guy said
"Welcome, wait!" as I then ran down the hallway and out of building
C. My anxiety had gotten the best of me.
Later that week, I took another trip out to the gaming
lounge. I was tired of being lonely and was determined to march in there and
befriend those boys. They liked video games (and let's be honest, probably
anime too), and I loved video games and anime! I would make friends or die of
embarrassment trying.
I entered the lounge and not two seconds later I overheard a
discussion about Naruto.
"They totally wasted Neji as a character, probably
should've just let him die in the hospital after his fight with Kidomaru."
said a short man with a vest and a fedora.
"No way! And miss his redesign after the time skip, and
all the love he got in the filler arcs? At least have him survive until the
Team Gai fight, with Kisame. Maybe have Lee and Gai fight the clone, and have
Neji die saving Tenten." said one who was over six foot tall, but also
quite stocky.
"Now that's an," the short one stopped, when he
looked over at me, after finally noticing my presence.
All five guys turned their heads to look at me, and my face
turned beet red from all the attention I was getting. A short awkward silence
ensued before I spoke in a high pitched and slightly nervous tone. "Hi
guys! My name's, umm, Liza. And I, well sorry about running out the other
day. I just wanted to say hi, and see what you guys are doing here! I see you're
talking about Naruto, that's pretty swell!"
One of them sat up from his chair and waved to me.
"Hey! My name's Mike. We were just debating on what we wanted to play, and
got a little sidetracked." He was kinda cute with the most adorable head
of jet black hair I've ever seen and a denim jacket. "What's your
name?"
I paused as if to think, "Liza! My name's Liza!"
Mike stood, and approached me as he introduced me to
everyone. They were: Mike the cute one, Brad the fedora wearing hipster one,
Rob the tall stocky one, Hahn the Asian one, and Chester the, Chester one.
Mike, a natural leader; then asked the guys; "So why
doesn't everyone introduce themselves and tell Liza here what their favorite
game is?"
"Name's Chester, and Legend of Zelda: A Link to the
Past." Chester answered.
"Majora's Mask is ten times better, but I'd have
to say Elden Ring. PC Master Race!" Asian Hahn cheerily shouted.
"Fuck you!" retorted Chester.
"Horizon: Zero Dawn! Aloy is my waifu."
said Big Rob.
"Sly Cooper 2: Band of Thieves." Hipster
Brad answered.
"The thing about Sly Cooper fans is that they don't
shut up about it." whispered Mike, standing next to me.
"And what about you, Mike?" I asked.
"Me? Oh my favorite game is Fallout: New Vegas."
Mighty Mike answered.
"Dog shit performance, looks like a PlayStation 2
game." Asian Hahn butted in.
"Pixel snob." Mike rolled his eyes and then looked
over at me. "What's your favorite game Liza?"
"Well; I really love Pokémon, but that kinda
feels like cheating. Black 2 is my favorite Pokémon game, but I really
liked The Last of Us Part 2."
"Lame, Emerald is better." Hipster Brad
interjected.
"Gen Threer! Everyone knows Platinum is the
best." Asian Hahn protested.
"In case you haven't noticed, everyone's pretty
opinionated." Mike laughed.
I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with them,
watching them play Smash Bros on a Switch that Rob brought from his dorm. I
even played a match and got my ass kicked, which is what happens when you main
Isabelle, or so they told me, but I can't help it, she's my comfort character.
Then I left for my dorm to do my 3D Modeling homework.
I hung out with them the next day after class, again at the gaming lounge, and
before I went home they even invited me into their group chat! "Switches,
No Bitches" was the name when I first joined but shortly after they
changed it to "Switches, One Bitches". Laughing my ass off.
One day after class I came to the gaming lounge and to my
surprise, only Mike was there.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"Rob's on a fieldtrip, and Brad's with his girlfriend
for date night."
"And Hahn and Chester?"
"They're at the Yu gi oh regionals in
Philadelphia."
"Oh, so just the two of us today?"
"Yep." Mike affirmed.
"Well that's fun! Did you maybe wanna go somewhere, to
get something to eat?" I took the initiative with Mike.
"Sure!” Mike beamed. “Where did you wanna go?"
"There's a nice ramen place in Ridley Park?"
"You Bet." He smiled.
A half an hour later we were inside the restaurant, waiting
to order. We got to talking and Mike told me more about himself. His mom died
when he was very little, and he was going to school to become a structural
engineer, because of his dream of serving in the Army Corps of Engineers. To be
honest, I don't even know what this, is or what they do. Now that I think of it
though, what even is an engineer? Sort of ambiguous, given all the types of
engineer careers I’ve heard of. Is a chemical engineer sorta like a structural
engineer?
Mike's bushy black hair was so beautiful that I couldn't
look away. I was really starting to crush on him. As he talked about his career
aspirations and favorite Manga literature, all I could think about was how cute
his head would look sandwiched between my thighs. I started to feel, daring.
At the end of the meal, when the check came; he paid and
left a generous tip for our server.
"Hey, you wanna come back to my place and watch a
movie?" I invited.
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Mike asked.
Silly boy. I thought. He actually thinks I have a movie in
mind.
We went back to my dorm and I sat on my bed, as he awkwardly
stood in the middle of the room.
"Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. It's been such
a long time since I've hung out with a friend one-on-one, or a boy, for that
matter." I was flirting.
"You don't have a lot of friends?"
"No." I answered honestly.
"When was the last time you hung out with a group of
friends?" he asked.
"6th grade."
"Wow, I'm actually really sorry to hear that.” He came
and sat next to me. “But I can relate somewhat. Growing up my family moved
around so much that I never really got to stop in one place and build a group
of friends."
"Aww, I'm sorry. What about all the guys from the
lounge?"
"I met most of them last year, my first year at Penn.
Except Brad, he's a freshman I think."
"So you never really had many friends, either?"
"Yeah." He hesitated, "Which is actually why
I really wanted to thank you for hanging out with us. I know it's only been a
few weeks; and don't feel obligated to hang out with us every week if you have
something else going on; but the guys really like having you there. And so do
I."
We hugged.
My cheeks turned crimson. I wanted to get over Brian so bad.
Besides, Mike was a nice guy and you know what they say; ‘the best way to get
over someone; is by getting under someone.’
After we embraced, I stood in front of him and slowly
unzipped my black Pokémon athletic warmup jacket, and slowly slid it off my
shoulders. As if my tits weren’t massive enough, I had them hiked up in a
pushup bra.
I then did a half turn and I pulled down my baggy matching
athletic warmup pants. I was wearing pink satin panties with purple hearts on
them, I glanced back over my shoulder at him with a seductively raised eyebrow
and wink. At first Mike was really surprised, like a dream was happening in
real life. But after he got over his shock, he understood my terribly unsubtle
gesture. (Fellas, what's the weirdest way a socially awkward woman signaled to
you that she wanted to bang?)
He reached and grabbed a single ass cheek and squeezed;
awkwardly, not saying a word. I wasn't the best sexy-talker. either, so I put
my hand over his while turning to faced him. Then I place his other hand on my
pother hip. Using his hands as my own, I slid my panties down my legs to expose
my very pale bare ass and cunt. At first I was a little embarrassed. I hadn't
shaved my cunt since July, and it had grown to quite the bush in that time. But
Mike either didn't notice, or more than likely didn't care. Why shave my cunt
when it's not like anyone was gonna see it except for me anyway. I then leaned
in to kiss him before climbing further up onto the bed. "Take your pants
off for me." I said in the sexiest tone of voice I could. I forgot to take
off my purple push-up bra, but I think that Mike liked so much how perky it
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August 21 Howdy Neighbor: Part 2
Howdy Neighbor: Part 2
The cherry date and the next phase of Ken’s love life.
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 na ve, 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
35 min
August 19 Howdy Neighbour: Part 1
Howdy Neighbor: Part 1
The neighbors meet. Ken meets Angela.
By
PrairieDad1. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A Friendly
Encounter
“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 i
0 min
August 19 Bridge Engineering: Part 3
Bridge Engineering: Part 3
Settling In For A Long Winter’s Nap.
Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

We all said our goodnights, then Stefani and I made our way
back up the stairs. I closed the door to the basement and motioned for her to
wait for a moment. I reached up to a nearby shelf and very carefully removed an
old set of sleigh bells, which I silently hung on the doorknob as an early
warning system.
Stefani whispered, "Someone has been doing some serious
planning."
I quietly replied, "Yes, someone has. Is it
working?"
She answered by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me
into our first slow, introductory kiss. Our lips separated briefly, we looked
silently into each other's eyes for a moment, then our heads instinctively
tilted and our lips came back together with a deeper, more confident kiss. One
kiss blurred into two, then three, and continued until one was
indistinguishable from the next. Our mouths opened wider and wider, yearning to
feel the other partner's passion, before our tongues began a frantic dance
between her mouth and mine.
My hands began exploring the soft curves of her lower back,
just above where the satin dress flared outward over her hips, and her long
fingers ran through my hair as her hands eagerly pulled me into our hungry
kisses.
I lost all sense of time as we finally broke the passionate
tension that had been building between us over the past months. I hadn't
realized how much I missed an emotional and physical connection with a special
someone, and I knew she felt the same.
Our faces were both flush with passion and gasping for breath
when I reluctantly pulled away from our moment. Without saying anything, I
gently kissed her one more time, took her hand in mine, and led her toward the
loft stairs. Stefani understood my intentions and acknowledged her consent with
a beaming smile and by clutching my arm close to her body as we walked up the
stairs.
As we reached the top of the stairs, I motioned toward my
bedroom door where a branch of mistletoe hung in the threshold. Stefani saw it
and quickly moved to position herself as a gatekeeper in the doorway, saying,
"I'm glad you took my advice."
I responded by taking her in my arms and resuming the
passionate kissing and interplay of our tongues that had begun downstairs.
Stefani draped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as my
hands slid down her back to feel the satin covered swells of her ass.
With our continued intimate contact, my cock responded and
began to expand downward inside my pant leg, sandwiched against Stefani's
pelvis as it grew. In her own expression of arousal, she extended one leg out
from the full length slit in her skirt and wrapped it around the back of my
thighs, intentionally pressing her skirt covered mound firmly against my
restrained tool.
Our mouths frantically struggled to find new depths and my
hands cupped her ass as she began urgently grinding herself against my cock.
The fervor was only broken when we began to lose balance and Stefani returned
to standing on both feet.
We both took the opportunity to occupy our hands in other
ways, hers sliding between us to grasp at my cock and to unsuccessfully pull at
my belt, and mine fumbling to release the back closure on her dress. Admitting
defeat, we both paused and I moved behind her to take a different approach.
My hand brushed her silken curls aside as I placed soft
kisses down the side of her neck and slowly loosened a series of clasps on the
back of her dress. She uttered soft moans of pleasure as my lips explored her
nape then concentrated on areas that drew the most response.
As I continued to expose more of her sensual back with the
release of each fastener, Stefani crossed one arm over her bosom to hold the
dress in place and reached behind herself with the other to caress the engorged
flesh straining within the stretched fabric of my slacks.
When I finished the last of the clasps, she removed her hand
from my cock and used it to push me backward onto the edge of the bed. I sat in
rapt attention as she took a couple steps away from me and, with her back
turned, stepped out of her heels to reveal neatly manicured toes with nails
painted to complement the color of her dress.
Now with bare feet, she turned to face me, still holding the
dress with one arm crossed over her tits. Her eyes erotically connected with
mine as her hands slowly slid the dress downward, seductively unveiling bit by
bit of her amazing body. First were her braless tits, pear-shaped handfuls with
the slight sag of an early-thirties mother and topped with aroused gumdrop size
nipples on proportionately sized areola.
With my attentive eyes and childlike smile suggesting
approval, the maroon satin curtain continued descending to uncover a slender
torso with modestly toned abs and a cute concave belly button. Once her hands
reached the top flare of her hips, Stefani released the dress and let gravity
pool it at her feet.
Her flat stomach and thin waist gave way to supple curves of
womanly hips, which then tapered back to meet her long legs. The toned muscles
gracefully ebbed and flowed, punctuated by lean knees and petite ankles, all
proportionate to the scale of her tall, trim frame.
Stefani was a vision, standing before me in nothing but a
pair of black satin panties consisting of a small triangle over her sex and
thin ribbons of fabric extending outward over subtly visible hip bones. I
quickly shed my sport coat and shoes and began opening the buttons down the
front of my dress shirt as Stefani did a slow turn and playfully wiggled her
amazing heart-shaped ass.
I tore my gaze from her body and looked her lustfully in the
eyes as she completed her turn, "Wow, you are absolutely incredible!"
My shirt was completely unbuttoned and my full-mast erection
strained obscenely against the front of my dress pants. I pulled the shirt
tails out from under my waistband and started to unbuckle my belt, but Stefani
interceded, "Please, let me."
I dropped my hands to my sides as she closed the few steps
between us and bent forward to kiss me as I sat on the edge of the bed. We
shared a few short kisses before she placed her hands on my chest and gently
pushed my torso back on the bed. I propped myself on my elbows as she began
trailing kisses down the center of my chest and deftly pulled my belt free of
its buckle while opening my slacks.
By the time her kisses reached my waist, she was on her
knees before me and nuzzled her face against my boxer short covered rod and
began kissing along its fabric covered length. The eroticism of the sight and
the feel of her warm breath would have easily put me over the edge had I not
done everything in my power to hold back.
Sensing my edging, Stefani relented her touch and curled her
slender fingers under the waistband of my slacks and boxers. I lifted my hips
to assist while she pulled the waistband toward herself and carefully lifted it
over my straining bulge. Her eyes fixated on the vertical tower that sprung
upward as soon as it was free of its prison, and continued staring as she
pushed the unwanted clothing down my legs.
Once she had my pants fully removed, she slowly slid her
hands along the top of my legs while she placed a line of kisses up my right
inner thigh. She made one last kiss right next to the base of my cock then
nuzzled her face against it and cooed soft hums of contentment.
Meanwhile, her right hand took a moment to caress my pelvic
area before her long, slender fingers encircled my shaft and began to explore
its girth and length. After a few moments, Stefani pulled her head away from me
enough to visually inspect every detail of my cock as her hand slowly stroked
up-and-down and moved it from side-to-side, exploring its network of veiny
ridges and large swollen mushroom cap. Her attention resulted in a bead of
clear pre-cum pooling on my tip, which she leaned forward and licked away
before it dripped downward.
With her visual inspection seemingly complete, Stefani
continued to slowly stroke my cock while she moved her head downward and used
her tongue to caress my loose hanging, neatly shaven balls and then envelope
one of the globes fully in her warm mouth. At this point, the previous single
bead of pre-cum gave way to a steady stream trailing down the side of my shaft
and over the back of her hand.
After giving both orbs equal treatment, her tongue followed
my trail of precum over the back of her hand and up my throbbing shaft to its
source. She looked me deeply in the eyes as she slowly took my engorged head
into her mouth and swirled her tongue around its rim.
I held the approaching orgasm at bay by brushing her curly
locks aside and placing my hands on the sides of her cheeks to gently guide her
off my cock. I continued guiding her up to me where she put a leg on each side
of my hips to straddle over me.
I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her with
passionate urgency as her naked chest pressed against mine and my still leaking
cock sandwiched between my stomach and hers. As we kissed, she shifted her
position upward so her panty covered sex rested on my shaft and then began to
slowly rockng her hips, using my cock to work the fabric into her moist folds.
My hands instinctively cupped her ass and reinforced her grinding motions.
Kissing tapered off as our breathing became heavier and
Stefani raised her torso off my chest to find a slightly different position on
my cock. We continued to look into each other's eyes as my hands left her ass
to explore the alluring tits hanging above me, seductively swaying in time with
her motions.
I held them for the very first time, massaging and gently
squeezing the milky masses while her erect, gumdrop size nipples punctuated my
palms. Her heavy breathing was interrupted when my fingers playfully pinched at
the swollen nubs, so I took that as encouragement to lift my head and give them
some oral stimulation. My mouth covered one, then the other, swirling my tongue
and suckling as Stefani increased the speed and force of her hip movements.
Realizing the pressure once again building in my balls, I
swiftly rolled our semi-conjoined bodies and reversed our positions, with
Stefani now on her back and me sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel between
her legs.
She raised her hips as I grasped and pulled the thin satin
ribbons from her hips. They slid toward me and the sodden triangle of fabric
reluctantly separated from her wet folds to reveal a small, neatly trimmed
patch of hair immediately above glistening and rosy pink gateway petals. They
were naturally opened wide to display her well-lubricated inner flesh and
partially cloaked love-button.
With her panties fully removed, I gently opened her knees
and started to lean forward. Stefani understood my intent, bent her legs
upward, and opened them widely to allow me full access. Like she had done to me
earlier, my lips left a line of kisses up her inner thigh as my nose inhaled
her intoxicating scent. Having reached my destination, I gently licked the outer
lips on each side of her opening before sucking each into my mouth and giving
equal treatment.
Stefani's hands had found my head and were offering
reassuring encouragement to continue the oral pleasures. My hands also
wandered, alternating between holding her hips and kneading her tits as my
tongue's attention became more fervent. I moved from her labia to firmly lick
the length of her central opening, gently brushing over the top of her clit.
Stefani responded by tensing her legs and clenching my hair in her hands.
I returned down to cover the core of her sex with my mouth
and swirl my tongue around the entrance to her tunnel. Stefani moaned and
continued pulling at my hair as I very slowly moved my attention upward.
Eventually, my mouth centered over her pearl and the tip of my tongue tenderly
circled around it, before firmly pressing against it.
She moaned loudly and every muscle in her body tightened as
I changed from licking to sucking on her button. I was rewarded with a flood of
her cordials and a long series of rhythmic contractions. I gave her outer
petals a few more gentle licks and caressed her flat stomach with my hands
while she recovered from the height of her pleasure.
When she returned to consciousness, she breathlessly
whispered, "Come here." and motioned me toward her. I stood from
kneeling at the edge of the bed and climbed between her still splayed legs to
hold myself over her.
Stefani quietly said, "Thank you. You have no idea how
amazing that was; how amazing it is to be here with you." as she tenderly
wiped her juices from my cheeks and mouth.
I responded, "It's been an amazing couple of months. I
haven't felt this way about someone since;”
I was speaking from my heart without the filter of my head
when I realized the inappropriateness of what I was about to say, and adjusted
my statement to, "; well, for a very long time."
Stefani looked me lovingly in the eyes, cupped my cheek with
her hand, and said, "It's okay to talk about her. Julie is still part of
you and always should be. I know how much you love her and it means a lot that
you would even mention me in the same breath."
I leaned down with an appreciative kiss as I held myself
over her. One kiss led to another, then to another and another, until our
tongues were tangled and our mouths continually joined. We made out with
renewed urgency and Stefani reached between our bodies to wrap her hand around
my still steely rod.
She broke our kissing long enough to beg, "Please, I
need you inside me."
Our kissing resumed as she guided my cock toward her opening
and rubbed its engorged glans up and down her slit several times before
removing her hand. Her arms encircled my neck as we kissed and I shifted my
hips to seat the tip of my cock firmly against her gateway.
Stefani moaned into my mouth when she felt the pressure, and
tightened her arms around my neck when the head slowly pushed through her
stretched but slippery opening. I cautiously rocked my hips, pausing frequently
and allowing her passageway muscles to relax around my rigid cock. She urged me
to continue by mumbling into our locked mouths, "More; more; more;”
I applied a little more pressure with each motion of my hips
and her body slowly welcomed me deeper and deeper. Signaling she wanted more,
Stefani wrapped her long legs around me, interlocking her ankles behind my ass
and flexing her legs to draw me further inside.
With confidence that Stefani was wanting more, I broke our
kissing and took her hands in mine, pinning them above her head as I held my
body above hers. She seemed excited for me to take control and relaxed her legs
while still keeping her ankles interlocked behind me. I began increasing the
speed and force of my thrusts, eliciting yelps of pleasure as my cock explored
new depths.
The bed shook with our quick motions, as did Stefani's curly
tresses and motherly tits. The expressions of pleasure on her face were
incredibly erotic and I changed to longer, slower strokes to delay my pending
orgasm and prolong our pleasure.
She understood what I was doing and agreeably pleaded,
"Kiss me."
I did, and we made love with our mouths while she reinforced
my long, slow, intentional pelvic motions with her legs wrapped around me. That
tender moment was emblematic of everything we both wanted and needed. There was
an unspoken connection between our souls, bridging our broken pasts and forever
joining us into the future.
Our bodies responded physically to the emotional and
spiritual joining. Stefani's by weeping in happiness through a long, rolling
orgasm; and mine by releasing eight years' worth of pent-up passion deep into
her womb.
Completely consumed by the intensity of the experience,
Stefani rolled with me as I collapsed beside her on the bed, our legs still
intertwined and my cock slowly softening inside her residual contractions. I
looked knowingly into her tearful eyes and said softly, but with conviction,
"I love you."
Stefani pressed her forehead and sniffling nose into my neck
and replied, "I love you, too; even more than I thought I did before
tonight."
We laid silently in each other's arms, exchanging occasional
pecks of affection, until my flaccid cock slipped from Stefani's sex followed
by a flood of our combined juices. She quickly cupped her hand to her crotch
and scurried to the ensuite bathroom.
While she was in there, I quickly slipped on my boxer
shorts, opened the bedroom door, and stepped out into the loft to check on the
girls. The house was silent and the sleigh bells on the basement doorknob
appeared undisturbed.
Satisfied all was well, I was walking back in the bedroom
and was closing the door when Stefani emerged from the bathroom, still naked,
and proclaimed in a hushed voice, "David! I've never been so full of cum
in my life!"
I shrugged my shoulders as I approached her saying,
"You're the one that turned me on so much." then pulled her into a
passionate embrace and kiss.
She returned my kiss then pulled away saying, "I think
I would like some more." as she pulled down my boxer shorts and dropped to
her knees in one swift motion. She engulfed my limp cock into her warm mouth
and massaged it with her tongue until it began to swell. One hand massaged my
balls while the other cupped my ass cheek and pulled me into her ministrations.
Once I had a hint of rigidity, she began bobbing her head
and applying suction to further draw out my length. Working my cock in and out
of her mouth, she made sure the sensitive underside of my glans remained in
full contact with her tongue. It didn't take long for me to reach a full,
raging erection. Sensing that with her mouth, Stefani confirmed with a couple
quick strokes of her hand before standing and moving toward the bed.
I watched in rapt attention as she climbed onto the center
of the bed, positioned herself on her elbows and knees, and seductively wiggled
her ass in the air. She looked at me over her shoulder with lust in her eyes
and implored, "Take me!"
I quickly climbed on the bed and positioned myself behind
her. My hands playfully grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me,
sandwiching my thickened shaft against her ass. She responded by wiggling her
ass, which served to neatly seat my rod between her cheeks. I held her hips
with my hands and rocked a few times to slide the underside of my cock against
her cheeks.
Having played around enough, I shifted backward on my knees
and cupped a hand under her sex. I briefly caressed her inflamed and eager
mound before dipping two fingers further into her very well lubricated slit.
Stefani uttered encouraging moans as my fingers worked in and out of her
dripping wet hole.
Knowing we were both ready for the main event, I pulled my
copiously coated hand from her mound and used it, along with the pre-cum
already dripping from my tip, to spread lubrication along the length of my
throbbing shaft.
Stefani looked back at me as I held her hip with one hand
and guided my cock toward her opening with the other. We both gave prolonged
moans as our heightened arousal allowed me to penetrate her fully in one long
push.
Once inside her, she looked back at me and renewed her
original request, "Take me!"
And so I did. With my hands holding her hips and pulling her
back against my pelvis with every stroke, I began lustfully pistoning in and
out of her tunnel. She buried her face into the mattress and squealed with
delight as I pounded into her roughly, causing her hanging pear-shaped tits to
swing violently with my harsh pummeling. After a while, my hands moved to
cradle the milky fruits and feel their rippling movements against my palms.
As I became winded from the extended punishment I was giving
Stefani, I used the supple handfuls to raise her torso toward me and
aggressively kiss the nape of her neck as my cock momentarily slowed its
assault. Stefani muttered unintelligible encouragements as her tunnel walls
pleasured in the slowed movements of my veiny shaft and bulbous head erotically
sliding in and out.
In the course of my affection, her breathing quickened and
became shallower as she ascended toward climax. Knowing she was close, I gave
her sensitive nipples a quick squeeze, pushed her torso back down to the
mattress, and grabbed her hips to resume my forceful penetrations.
My lustful plunging quickly put Stefani over her summit and
she emitted lo
39 min
August 17 Bridge Engineering: Part 2
Bridge Engineering: Part 2
Why is my mom here?
Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I awoke to the sound of Lizzie's bathroom door opening and
closing, and the girls' footsteps moving around her bedroom. I laid there for a
minute then reluctantly pulled myself out of bed to splash some water on my
face and slip on a pair of flannel lounge pants and a t-shirt.
I emerged from my bedroom and looked down in the great room
to see the girls standing by the sofa looking at Stefani as she slept.
Toni heard me coming down the stairs and asked, "Why is
my mom here?"
Lizzie followed that with the accurate but impolite
assessment, "Her makeup is all smeared."
Before I could say anything, Toni shook her mom's shoulder
and loudly inquired, "Mom! Mom! Are you ok?!"
Stefani stirred, stretched her legs under the blankets, and
drowsily answered, "Yes honey, I'm fine. Mom just had a really rough
night."
Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Toni and Lizzie went
into the pantry and started lining up cereal boxes while debating the merits of
each selection.
By that time, I was also downstairs and gently offered,
"Good morning" to Stefani as I went about rekindling the hearth. She
moaned as she sat up on the sofa and said, "I'm so embarrassed. I can't
believe I came here like that last night."
"I'm glad you did. I don't know what that was all
about, but I was happy to know you were here and safe."
She gave a muffled "Thank you." while she hung her
head and cradled it in her hands, then mumbled to herself, "I can't
believe I thought he would be any different."
Toni must have had one ear tuned into our conversation and
interjected in an annoyed tone of voice, "Is this about a man?"
Lizzie looked at Toni, then at me and matter-of-factly said,
"She should go sit on the bridge." It was an unquestionable truth in
Lizzie's mind that time sitting on the bridge would fix whatever was bothering
Toni's mom.
I smiled and said, "Lizzie, I think that is a great
idea."
She puffed her chest proudly and went about pouring a bowl
of cereal.
I finished adding logs to the fire and suggested to Stefani,
"There's a half-bath by the kitchen, or you're welcome to use my bathroom
upstairs if you would like a shower. I'll pull together some fresh clothes for
you. When you are ready, I think we should go for a walk;” then in a
slightly louder voice added, "away from little eavesdroppers."
"You really wouldn't mind if I took a shower?"
"Not at all. I'll get you some towels and
toiletries."
The corners of her mouth turned upward in a small smile of
gratitude and, for the first time that morning, Stefani looked me directly in
the eyes and offered a very heart-felt, "Thank you."
She stood up, pulled the hem of her dress down, and followed
me up the stairs in her black legging covered feet. At the top of the stairs, I
reached in the linen closet and handed her a stack of two bath towels, a hand
towel, and a washcloth. My hands then sorted through some of the miscellaneous
toiletries stored in the same closet and added a toothbrush, toothpaste, and
stick of pre-teen girly deodorant.
I apologized as I set the brightly patterned container on
top of the towels, "Sorry, you're stuck with this unless you want to use
men's deodorant."
Returning to our inventory of toiletries, I started checking
labels on bottles of Lizzie's 2-in-1 bodywash and shampoo, "Ok, looks like
your choices are strawberry, cotton candy, or bubble gum."
She chuckled and said, "I think I'll go with
strawberry."
"Good call."
We proceeded into my bedroom where I motioned her toward the
ensuite bathroom and said, "Make yourself at home and use whatever you
need in there. I'm pretty sure the door locks. To be honest, I've never used
it."
She surveyed the bedroom and its contents on her way to the
bathroom and I walked the opposite direction toward my walk-in closet.
"I'll find some clothes while you are in the shower and
set them on the corner of the bed."
She softly said, "Thank you." while walking into
the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. I proceeded to rummage through
my closet looking for things that might work. I knew my clothes made for a
6'-3" tall man wouldn't fit her properly, but they were the only option
available.
My hands methodically moved across the wall rack, sliding
each hanger a bit so I could examine the respective article. After a few
minutes, I heard the sounds of Stefani turning on the shower, opening the glass
shower door, and then water sporadically splashing against the tile and glass
enclosure. My mind came to the awareness that there was a completely naked
woman in my shower, just on the other side of the door. I couldn't help but
think of how her intimate features must look as the steaming spray trickled
down her body.
Realizing I was standing there inappropriately fantasizing
about a woman in a questionable emotional condition, I snapped myself out of it
and continued thumbing through hangers to arrive at a pair of heavy flannel
lounge pants. They were a much too small Christmas gift from years past, but I
figured they would work for Stefani if she rolled the pant legs up a little. A
t-shirt and sweatshirt seemed like the obvious choices for her upper half given
a lot of women like relaxing in oversized men's clothes anyway.
Organizing my selections, I noticed there weren't any
undergarments and shrugged it off thinking she would just have to re-use what
she had on, or go commando, but then had a last-second thought to grab a pair
of boxer shorts. I folded everything neatly, set the items in a pyramiding
stack on the corner of the bed, and closed the bedroom door behind me on the
way out.
About 30-minutes later, the girls were in Lizzie's room and
I was sitting in the great room when Stefani padded down the stairs in bare
feet wearing the lounge pants and the oversized t-shirt that was slightly moist
around the collar from her damp curls. The t-shirt clung a little to her moist
torso and gave evidence of her unrestrained tits jiggling under the fabric. She
smiled as she reached the main floor and softly said, "Thank you. I really
needed that."
"You're welcome. Are you hungry?"
"Not really, my stomach is still turning a little from
last night." she said as she sat next to me on the sofa and folded her
legs beneath her. "I'm so sorry for the drama. I wasn't thinking clearly
and I'm thoroughly embarrassed I showed up here like that."
"Please don't be. Like I said earlier, I'm just happy
to know you're safe. You seemed pretty traumatized."
Stefani replied, "Traumatized is probably a little
strong." before seemingly pausing to consider if she wanted to offer any
more information. She exhaled loudly and hesitantly continued, "I've had
some; let's call them; rocky roads in my personal life, and last night was just
the latest example."
I sympathetically offered, "I'm sorry."
She shrugged her shoulders and introspectively recapped,
"I've worked with him for several years and thought he was a nice guy; and
he was until he started drinking. Dinner was enjoyable, but by the time we all
got to the dance club he was pretty buzzed and started getting handsy. When I
rebuffed his advances, he got belligerent and more forceful."
Stefani's eyes were beginning to swell as she recounted the
previous evening's events in her head. My own head was filled with questions
and concerns, but I sensed she had more to say and didn't want to hinder her in
getting it out.
"Thankfully, my coworkers saw what was happening and
interceded. He took off and that was the end of it."
She paused for a moment then tearily continued, "It's
not just him. Last night wasn't the first time something like this happened. I
seem to be a magnet for jerks and losers. At least this one wasn't married; that
I know of."
"I'm sorry."
She quietly repeated to herself something she had said the
previous night, "Why can't I escape it?"
I couldn't hold back my curiosity, "You said that last
night too. What do you mean you can't escape 'it'?"
She answered coldly through her tears, "Alcohol,"
before pausing for a few quick moments to gather herself and continuing,
"It ruined my marriage. It robbed Toni of a father. It turned my coworker
into a creep last night. Etc, etc;”
I took her hand in mine and said, "I'm sorry. I
understand."
She abruptly pulled her hand from mine and argued, "I
appreciate your compassion, but please don't say you understand."
I stood up and said, "I think we should go for a walk
outside."
I didn't really give her an opportunity to say no and walked
to the mudroom to get a jacket. I put mine on, then handed one to Stefani as
she followed me. We both slipped on a pair of my fleece lined muck boots. The
boots and jacket were both too large for her, but they would suffice.
I shouted to the girls that Stefani and I were going on a
walk, then we stepped outside.
As we strolled away from the house and into the woods, I
inquired, "Please tell me about your ex-husband."
"Well, we met in college and he was wonderful. I
thought he was everything I wanted in life. His drinking wasn't an issue then.
I mean we both went to the typical college parties and had too much to drink,
but it wasn't a problem. We married the summer after we graduated and started a
typical newlywed life."
Our boots crunched through fall leaves on the forest floor
as Stefani continued, "After we were married, he occasionally went out
with friends or old college buddies and came home drunk. Again, it wasn't
frequent and wasn't anything concerning."
We reached Lizzie's bridge and both sat on the edge dangling
our feet over the water below.
"Over time, and after Toni came along, his occasional
nights out evolved into several times a week and he became defensive whenever I
would say anything about it. Eventually, alcoholism; let's call it what it was;
completely overtook him. It wasn't just going out with friends anymore. He
always had a drink in his hand. Commitments were meaningless to him and he
would show up hours late, if at all. Toni's birthday parties, family holidays,
dates with me; it didn't matter."
"By the time Toni was three, he lost his job, which
only gave him an excuse to be drunk all day. I constantly begged him to get
help, but that would only agitate him and cause a fight. That continued for
about a year until his agitation turned into physical abuse. That was my
breaking point and I told him I wanted a divorce."
Stefani was now talking through streaming tears and I took
her hand in mine as a show of support.
"The night I told him, he went out to the bar and never
came back. After a couple weeks, I realized he was never coming back and I
hired a divorce attorney who, in turn, hired a private investigator to track
him down. It took a few months, but they eventually found him in Key West where
he could find work as a day laborer on fishing charters and beg enough money
and free drinks from tourists to get by. He demanded a healthy ransom to sign
the divorce papers but, at that point, I would have paid anything."
With that, she fell silent and leaned to rest her head on my
shoulder. We sat quietly listening to the gentle breeze in the trees,
punctuated occasionally by Stefani's sniffles.
After a few minutes of building courage, I sighed and
started talking, "I think I told you that Lizzie and I lived in Indiana
before moving here, right?"
Stefani answered softly with her head still on my shoulder,
"Yes."
"Well, I grew up there, in a very small town in the
southern part of the state. When I was younger, my dad was a functional
alcoholic. He was the best heavy equipment mechanic in the area and ran a very
successful business, but came home and drank himself to blackout every
night."
Stefani raised her head to look at me as I continued
talking, "He wasn't an angry or abusive drunk, and was never drunk in
public. He was just basically an absent parent. He worked all day then came
home, sat in front of the television and drank until he passed out."
"My mom did everything for us and held the family
together until she got sick when I was in 8th grade. The ovarian
cancer had already metastasized throughout her abdomen when she was diagnosed,
and she was gone a few months later."
My hand had held Stefani's while she was talking and now she
reciprocated by interlacing her slender fingers with mine.
"Even though he didn't show it, my dad loved her deeply
and her death sent him into a tailspin. He turned into a full-time drunk and
lost everything; the business, the house, the cars. There were many mornings
that I would wake up for school and find him passed out in the living room or,
worse yet, already starting the new day with a drink in his hand. When I was in
high school, it was common for me to get a call from the Sheriff saying he was
drunk or passed out somewhere around town. The Sheriff was a family friend and
just called me to come get him rather than arresting him. Looking back on it,
he was just an enabler by letting him go."
Stefani squeezed my hand in hers as I spoke, "I worked
odd jobs around town and managed to earn enough money for my dad and I to
survive in a tiny apartment above the hardware store. Between poverty status
and my good school grades, I managed to get a full scholarship at IU in
Bloomington."
"I was concerned about how my dad would take me leaving
for school, but it turned out I didn't need to worry. His only question was if
I would have a job and keep paying the bills. I did and continued doing so even
after Julie and I were married."
Stefani leaned against me as we sat on the bridge and
offered, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. You do understand."
"Yes, unfortunately I do."
She cautiously probed further, "If I may ask, is your
dad still around?"
I had repressed this part of my past for years and wasn't
sure I wanted to dredge up those memories. My head hung and watched the
bubbling water below. After several minutes without a response, Stefani
squeezed my hand and prompted, "David?"
"He's in prison."
She dug deeper when she realized I wasn't going to elaborate
on my own, "Why?"
I continued looking into the moving water and softly said,
"Julie and Lizzie were hit by a drunk driver."
It took a second to register in her mind, "Oh my God,
it was him."
"Yes."
She took her hand from mine and, instead, wrapped both arms
around me in a sympathetic and understanding hug. We sat in each other's arms
for quite some time before I said, "We should probably go back inside and
see what the girls are doing."
Stefani agreed and we slowly made our way back through the
woods toward the house. As we walked, I said, "Lizzie doesn't know any of
that stuff about her grandfather. I'll tell her someday, but probably not
anytime soon."
"I understand. Toni was young enough that she doesn't
remember her dad and didn't know why he left. I avoided the topic for a long
time, but eventually I had to tell her."
"Lizzie knows that she and Julie were in a car
accident. She just doesn't know the part about my dad."
Stefani stopped walking and pulled on my arm for me to stop
with her. She pulled me into an embrace and said, "Thank you."
I returned her hug, then kept one arm around her back as we
finished walking to the house.
Stefani, Toni, Lizzie and I spent most of the afternoon
playing board games by the fireplace and enjoying the time together. As we did,
I found myself becoming attracted to Stefani, both mentally and physically. The
cold, guarded person I knew faded away and a new sunny, alluring personality
emerged as she smiled and laughed. I stole glances while she wasn't looking,
enjoying the simple way she sat with one leg folded beneath her and the other
pulled up so she could rest her chin on her knee, the way she twisted curls of
hair in her slender fingers when she thought, the way her neatly-painted toes
flexed when she reached for the board game pieces, and the way her eyes
sparkled when she laughed.
Later in the evening, Stefani and I collaborated on
preparation of an impromptu taco dinner, before we all said our goodbyes. Still
in my borrowed clothes as they left, Stefani gave me one more hug and whispered
in my ear, "Thank you again for taking me in." before giving me a
soft kiss on the cheek.
Uniting.
Play dates continued frequently for Lizzie and Toni over the
following weeks, both at Stefani's house and at mine. However, unlike before,
Stefani would invite me to stay and I would do the same when at my house.
Sometimes we would simply sit quietly in each other's company working on our
laptops. Other times we would chat casually about a wide range of topics,
getting to know each other and exploring our commonalities and differences.
During one of those discussions, we found ourselves talking
about balancing life demands as a single parent; children, work, cooking,
cleaning, etc., and how it left very little time for personal interests and
pursuits. I joked, "Ha, sharing the work is definitely a strong argument
for having a partner!"
Stefani looked at me and very seriously asked, "Have
you dated since Julie passed?"
"I've been on a few dates, but I wouldn't say I've
dated. A couple years after we moved here, some of my friends started trying to
set me up with people. The ladies were nice enough, but I wasn't ready yet and
it just didn't feel right. After a few dates, I decided it was best to just
decline their attempts"
She probed further, "How long ago was that?"
"The last one was maybe 4 years ago." I answered
before returning the question, "How about you? Have you dated?"
She groaned, "Hmm, my dating history isn't any better
than what happened with that guy from my office. I've met a few guys, but
they've all turned out to be jerks. I tell you, I'm a magnet for them. One guy
that I really liked and went out with for about a month, turned out to be
married. The others weren't that much different than the guy from work, and it
became obvious on the first dates that they were only looking for sex, not a
relationship."
"I'm sorry."
Neither one of us said anything more on the topic and we
moved on to other subjects, but there was an unspoken understanding that we
were both exploring the other person's openness to a relationship.
Friendsgiving.
The week after Thanksgiving, Stefani and I sat on stools at
my kitchen island tapping away on our laptop keyboards while Toni and Lizzie
played upstairs. I was answering emails, and Stefani was filling out what
looked to be a very complicated accounting spreadsheet on her screen.
After an hour or so, Stefani sighed and announced, "I
need a break from these numbers." She extended her arms straight above her
head and arched her back as she stretched. The motion served to thrust her tits
outward, stretching the fabric of her thin button-up blouse and revealing the
intricate texture of a lace bra beneath. It also caused the bottom of the
untucked blouse to rise upward, exposing a flat, toned midriff and cute belly
button.
Having been caught looking, she just smiled knowingly and
asked "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"It was good. Lizzie and I went over to George and
Linda's house for a 'Friendsgiving'. There were about ten people there, plus a
few kids. We stayed for most of the day, then came home and roasted some
marshmallows in the fireplace. How was yours?"
"It was stereotypical," she replied as she
continued in a mock monotonous tone, "We went to my parents' house, ate
dinner, and all the men fell asleep watching football while my mom and sisters
harassed me to find a husband. You know, all the usual things."
I said sarcastically, "
38 min
August 17 Bridge Engineering: Part 1
Bridge Engineering: Part 1
Two broken, single parents find healing.
Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

And so it began. The start of another school year. I pulled
my Jeep into the school grounds and took my place in the waiting drop-off lane.
Children scurried about the school grounds with crisp back-to-school clothes
and brightly colored backpacks not yet soiled and tattered from use. I winced
internally as numerous mothers hugged their little ones, sent them into the
building, and tearfully departed.
My Elizabeth unfastened her seatbelt and eagerly fidgeted on
the edge of the seat as we crept forward in line. Upon arrival at the
designated unloading zone, Lizzie contorted herself over the center console and
gave me a tight, all-consuming hug. "I love you Daddy!" she shouted
as a volunteer parent opened the car door. And with that, she was gone in a
flash. The volunteer and I just smiled at each other and shrugged our
shoulders.
In a repeat of years past, I drove away with a feeling of
emptiness. Lizzie and I spent every minute of the summer together and I grew
accustomed to her as my constant companion. It seemed like just yesterday that
I dropped her off for the first day of preschool. Today it's third grade. How
fast will the remaining years fly by before she leaves me all alone?
I spent the day in a nearby coffee shop distractedly
conducting business via email on my laptop. It wasn't rational, but somehow it
felt better knowing I was only a couple minutes from the school, and from
Lizzie. Time passed excruciatingly slow and I struggled to resist going to the
school and being one of 'those' helicopter parents. Well, school ends at 2:50.
I held out until 2:15.
I was third in the line of vehicles waiting for pick-up and
my eyes anxiously scanned the mass of children emerging from the school doors.
It wasn't long before I spotted Lizzie joyfully skipping hand-in-hand with a
girl I didn't recognize. She was rail thin, had a very lightly tanned skin
tone, and towered above Lizzie. That wasn't too surprising since Lizzie took
after her very petite mother and also barely made the birthday cutoff for her
grade, but this girl was quite a bit taller than the average third grader.
The girls zig-zagged as they skipped down the sidewalk with
swinging arms and bouncing hair. Lizzie's straight and amber brown, her friend's
a loose mass of dark curls. Lizzie spotted my Jeep and pointed it out to her
friend. They hugged goodbye with Lizzie's arms around her friend's waist, and
her friend's arms around Lizzie's head. I smiled at the height contrast and
felt a sense of relief as Lizzie ran toward the Jeep.
She climbed in and frantically began telling me everything
about her day, a flood of words pouring from her mouth as if a damn holding
them back had burst, "My teacher is Mrs. Pierpont and she is really nice
and she has red hair. A boy named Alex sits next to me and he has shiny shoes.
I had a hot dog for lunch and; and; and;”
My heart felt comfort as she sat next to me and I heard the
happiness in her voice. I needed her near me and to know that everything was
ok.
Lizzie had talked non-stop for 10 minutes and was still
going as we headed toward home. The small-town streets gave way to a rural
two-lane road as we headed out of town, and eventually the tires crunched along
the gravel road leading to our house in the woods. It was the tranquil setting
that I needed when Lizzie and I moved here 8 years ago.
"; and I met a new friend. Her name is Toni, well it's
really Antonia, but she wants to be called Toni. Kind of like my name is
Elizabeth, but you call me Lizzie. She is really nice and really tall. She has
a pet frog."
I interrupted to ask, "Is that who you were skipping
with after school?"
"Yes, she in my class but she doesn't sit next to me. I
met her when we were in line for lunch and we sat together. She brought a salad
from home and bought a milk in the lunch line. She just moved here from
somewhere else. Can I bring lunch from home tomorrow?"
I patted her knee with my hand and said, "Of course,
you can sweetie." as we parked in front of the house.
It wasn't a large house but was plenty of space for the two
of us. There was a great room, kitchen and half bathroom on the main level; two
bedroom-bathroom suites and a loft space on the second level; and a
semi-finished basement that I had been slowly working on for several years. It
had all the modern technology and conveniences but was built with a rustic
charm complementing its setting in the woods.
We kicked our shoes off in the mudroom and Lizzie discarded
her backpack into the coat cubby by the door. Lizzie, or more accurately, I,
survived the first day of the school year. Only 179 more to go.
Getting In A Rhythm.
Lizzie and I settled into the school year rhythm over the
next couple weeks and I began to slowly let go of my separation anxiety. Every
day, I dropped her off at school, worked from home, then picked her up from
school. Evenings were filled with homework, dinner preparation, and some form
of relaxing time together. Lizzie particularly enjoyed walking in the woods and
making up imaginary games with sticks, leaves, rocks, or other things she would
find along the way. The grand finale of her outdoor adventures was always
spending some time on a rope swing that I had hung from a tall oak tree. Other
nights we might occupy ourselves with board games, cards, or television as the
mood struck us. At the end of every night, Lizzie would get ready for bed then
we would spend about a half-hour talking and reading a book of her choice
before turning off the lights.
I also noticed another pattern forming in those first few
weeks of school. Lizzie was talking more and more about her new friend, Toni.
They waited for each other to arrive in the mornings before going into the
school together and would always emerge side-by-side in the afternoons. They
were quickly becoming inseparable and I was happy to see her form that kind of
relationship. Like me, Lizzie had always been socially reserved with only a few
limited friendships.
I saw her reserved personality opening up more and more with
Toni, so one evening when Lizzie asked if she could invite her to play at our
house, I readily agreed. I wrote my name and cell phone number on a note pad
before tearing it out and handing it to Lizzie, "Ask her to have her
parents call me and we will see if we can setup a time to play."
Lizzie squealed and bounced up and down in excitement. She
continued bouncing all the way to the mudroom and safely deposited the note in
her backpack.
Introductions.
It was a couple days later, mid-morning on Thursday, that I
answered a call from a number I didn't recognize. Thinking it was likely a
business call, I answered, "Hello, this is David."
A friendly but hesitant female voice replied, "Hi, I'm
Stefani, Toni's mom."
"Hi Stefani. It's nice to meet you, well, over the
phone at least. Lizzie has been so excited to play with Toni!"
"Yes, I've heard a lot about Lizzie over the last
couple weeks. Toni is excited too."
I got down to details and asked, "When is Toni
available?"
"Would Saturday afternoon, maybe around 1:00, work for
you?"
"Yes, that would be just fine." Not knowing how
many facts about our home life found its way to Toni's parents, I tried to be
understanding of the fact that people can be cautious of sending their
children, especially girls, to a single father's house. I tentatively asked,
"Where would Toni be most comfortable? Lizzie would love for her to come
here, or we are happy to meet at Triangle Park. Whatever works best for
you."
Stefani thought for a brief second, then replied,
"Would you be comfortable dropping Lizzie off at our house for a couple
hours?"
I noticed that she said, "drop her off for a couple
hours," which clearly meant I was not invited to stay. However, I didn't
think much of it since a dad hanging around during a play date in someone
else's house would be awkward at best.
"Yes, I'm sure Lizzie would enjoy that."
Stefani gave me the address, then we exchanged closing words
and ended the call. I sat and reflected on the conversation for a few moments.
It all seemed very normal. Stefani seemed "normal" and was pleasant
enough, though I sensed a business-like tone in her voice. I shrugged it off
thinking, "How much can you tell from a 2-minute phone call?"
Getting Together.
I told Lizzie the news when I picked her up from school. She
shrieked with excitement, did a little dance in her seat, and began counting
the hours until 1:00 Saturday. She definitely got that over-enjoyment of simple
things in life, and the dancing talent, from her mother!
Saturday eventually arrived, although much too slowly for
Lizzie's liking. After lunch, we hopped into the Jeep and rode into town with
Lizzie impatiently fidgeting in the passenger seat the whole way. We pulled
onto Depot Street near downtown and Lizzie helped me scan for the mailbox with
the correct house number. I saw it from a distance and slowed down so she could
have the discovery.
"There it is! There it is! 2 1 5!" she screamed.
I brought the Jeep to a stop in front of a small, well-kept
bungalow style home with an impressive display of annual flowers by the front
steps. As soon as we stopped, Toni burst out the front door and bounded down
the porch steps in a single leap. Likewise, Lizzie unfastened her seatbelt and
threw open the door in one fluid motion. They met midway across the yard in a
full speed, shrieking embrace.
I smiled at their innocent joy as I unbuckled my seatbelt
and walked around the Jeep toward the house. As I did, the front door opened
and a tall, slender lady stepped out onto the porch in bare feet, wearing
fashionably weathered blue jeans and a buff color corded sweater. She appeared to
be in her early 30s and looked like the identical, older version of Toni. She
was maybe around 5 foot 10, tall and had the same slender build, with addition
of modest womanly curves at her hips and chest. Her chiseled facial features
and shoulder length dark curls were also a matured version of Toni's.
I approached the porch and offered a cheery "Hello! I'm
David, nice to meet you."
She crossed her arms and somewhat coldly replied, "Hi
David," then with a voice inflection that implied more of an assertion than
a question said, "Would it be ok for you to pick Lizzie up at 3:00?"
I sensed the invisible barrier she was erecting and halted
my progress toward the porch.
"Yes, that would be fine. I'll see you then."
As I turned away to walk back to the Jeep, she flatly said,
"Please don't be late."
I didn't reply to her, but turned my attention to Lizzie and
said loudly enough for my demander to hear, "Have fun girls! I'll be back Before
3:00 to pick you up Lizzie."
While the lady on the porch didn't introduce herself, the
voice matched Stefani's from our phone call a few days ago, and was equally
business-like in demeanor. It's difficult to describe. She didn't project a
mean or nasty personality that would have made me wary of leaving Lizzie, but
she was definitely keeping her distance. The mystery of it piqued my curiosity
and made me realize that, as much as Lizzie talked about Toni, she hadn't told
me anything about her family.
I ran a couple errands around town and returned to Lizzie's
house at 2:50, ten minutes early. When I pulled up I saw numerous toys strewn
across the front yard and heard playing voices and squeals coming from behind
the house. Since I was early, I leisurely wandered the front yard picking up
hula-hoops, jump ropes, a bicycle, and a few balls. As I deposited the last
couple items into a neat pile next to the driveway, I heard Stefani's voice
behind me softly say, "Thank you, you didn't need to do that."
I turned to face her as she stood on the porch in the same
jeans and sweater she had on earlier, "No worries. I was a little early
and didn't want to intrude."
With her arms crossed in front of her, Stefani somewhat
timidly said, "Thank you for that too; for being early."
Just then, the girls came running around the corner of the
house screaming, "Spider! Spider! Spider!"
I looked at Stefani, smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I
corralled Lizzie and said, "It's time to go, is there anything you need to
clean up?"
Toni answered for her, "No, we just had toys out in the
front yard. I'll put them in the garage."
The girls pleaded for another play date as they hugged.
Stefani simply answered, "We'll see."
I gave a quick wave goodbye as Lizzie and I climbed in the
Jeep and pulled away.
Drop-offs and Pick-ups.
Over the next few days, the pattern of school drop-offs and
pick-ups with Lizzie and Toni as an inseparable pair continued, and Lizzie
begged me relentlessly for another out-of-school play date with Toni. Given
Stefani's tepid response at the end of the last play date, I was hesitant to
initiate. However, Lizzie's continued insistence eventually wore me down and I
made the phone call that Thursday.
Stefani answered the phone with a simple, "Hello."
"Hi Stefani. This is Lizzie's dad, David. How are you
today?"
She answered somewhat suspiciously, "I'm fine."
After a second of not receiving any more of a response, I
stumbled a bit with my words and added, "Uh, Lizzie would really like to
get together with Toni again. I; I was just calling to see if you would be open
to that."
Stefani questioned sharply, "Why are you asking if I'm
open to it?"
I stumbled some more, "Uh; well; you sounded a little
hesitant at the end of the last play date and; and I didn't want to be
presumptuous about them getting together again."
She coldly answered, "I'm fine with it."
"Okay, good. It seems Lizzie and Toni are becoming fast
friends."
In an ever-so-slightly warmer tone of voice, Stefani asked,
"When and where are you thinking?"
"How about Saturday afternoon again? Wherever you would
prefer is fine with us."
"Yes, that works. Saturday afternoon at 3:00. How about
our house again?"
I replied, "Sounds good. We'll see you then."
before we exchanged goodbyes. I ended the cell phone call and loudly exhaled my
relief that the awkward conversation was over.
Building Friendships.
The beginning of the second play date went much like the
first; screaming girls happy to see each other, a cold reception from Stefani,
and a firm directive to be there on-time to pick up Lizzie. It also ended
similarly to the first play date. I arrived early, exchanged a few short words
with Stefani, and gently guided Lizzie to the Jeep as the girls begged for more
time together. This same routine became standard procedure over the next
several weeks and a half dozen more play dates.
The only change to the pattern occurred after the first few
play dates, when Stefani and I began texting each other to make arrangements
rather than talking on the phone. The texting suited me just fine as it avoided
the awkwardness of our previous telephone conversations.
Eventually, Lizzie started asking if Toni could come to our
house to play. I avoided the subject as long as possible since I wasn't sure
how Stefani would feel about Toni coming to a single father's house or, for
that matter, even how much she knew about our family situation. After an
especially persuasive appeal from Lizzie one afternoon, I caved and picked up
my phone to text Stefani.
I wasn't sure how to best approach the question and, after
several re-writes, settled on a minimal and factual approach, "Hi Stefani.
Lizzie would like to invite Toni over to our house for a play date."
A couple hours later my phone buzzed with the simple reply,
"Okay. When?"
After a few exchanges of date options, we settled on that
Thursday after school. Stefani offered to drop her off and I sent her our
address.
I told Lizzie the plan and she immediately began formulating
a list of all the things they would do. The two activities that kept rising to
the top were to show Toni her bedroom and play on a bridge that she and I had
built over a small creek in the woods.
It was a simple bridge made by spanning a couple logs from
bank to bank, then covering them with old rough sawn slab wood for a walking
surface that was about 6-feet wide. It wasn't much, but it was sufficient to
occasionally get my small tractor to the other side of the creek and it was one
of Lizzie's favorite spots in the world; running over it, throwing stones into
the water, looking for crayfish, watching the squirrels and chipmunks, sliding
on the frozen stream in the winter, etc. If the weather was nice, she would
sometimes do her homework laying belly down on the bridge with her elbows
propping up her upper body.
It was also her spot of solace when she was sad or upset.
She would sit on the edge swinging her feet below her until the surrounding
woods healed whatever was bothering her. Eventually, she would meander her way
back to the house in a much better mood than she left.
She and I were a lot alike in that respect. It was the very
reason I bought the property when we moved here, to get away from life and let
nature heal some wounds.
Inseparable.
Lizzie was positively giddy during the ride home from school
on Thursday. She recapped the list of things she had planned to show and do
with Toni. I reminded her to be a good host and do the things that Toni wants
to do, though I suspected that would easily be worked out between the now
inseparable friends.
As Lizzie shed her backpack and shoes in the mudroom, she
asked, "Can we make chocolate chip cookies before Toni gets here?"
"Sure, I think we have all the ingredients. Start
getting everything out."
We had made cookies together enough that Lizzie knew where
everything was located. She rushed around pulling ingredients, mixing bowls,
and baking sheets out of the pantry. After confirming everything needed was
present, Lizzie started measuring ingredients into the mixing bowl. I stood by
to lend assistance when needed and occasionally clarify a fractional
measurement or the difference between teaspoons and tablespoons.
Other than a little incident with the flour, Lizzie did a
great job mixing the cookie dough. Together, we spooned balls of dough onto
baking sheets and put the first tray into the oven. Lizzie set the timer and I
suggested she go clean the flour off her arms and face while they were baking.
I cleaned errant flour from the countertop and floor while
Lizzie washed up. Just as I finished and began to load the dirty bowls and
mixing utensils into the dishwasher, the oven timer chimed and there was a
knock at the front door almost simultaneously.
Lizzie heard it and ran full speed to the door. I quickly
dried my hands and hit the button to silence the chiming oven. Since the main
level of our house was mostly one big, open space, I could see Lizzie open the
door and embrace Toni, with Stefani standing close behind.
I pulled an oven mitt over my hand and called, "Please
come on in. I just need to pull cookies out of the oven."
The girls came racing over to eagerly observe the fresh
cookies. Stefani stood in the doorway obviously surveying the inside of the
house.
"Come on in, Stefani." I called again and, in an
attempt to relax her, added, "Make yourself at home. I just need to switch
these batches of cookies."
She came inside, closed the door behind her, and tentatively
took a few steps into the great room. The girls talked and watched as I removed
the first tray of cookies from the oven and then inserted a second tray.
Their impatience was obvious so I cautioned, "Let them
cool for a couple minutes, then you can have one while they are still warm and
gooey."
Stefani had taken a few more steps toward the great room's
floor-to-ceiling windows and continued to study the house and its contents.
Seeing her silhouetted in front of the windows and forest beyond was quite
striking. Her mass of loose curly hair pulled into a ponytail and carefully fed
through the back closure of a Nike 'Just Do It' ball cap
41 min
August 16 Cabin of Temptation: Part 4
Cabin of Temptation: Part 4
Dancing with Natalie.
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Introduction:
Cabin of
Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, Natalie
asks Sam for some help to clear space so she can practice dancing. She has a couple
routines to show him, and the last one really gets his attention.
The house
was still seemingly devoid of life when we returned.

The two of us made our way to the kitchen to grab some real breakfast where we
discovered Natalie had emerged. Her hair was a mess and she looked like a
zombie while she slowly ate her bowl of yogurt at the counter. Her pink silk
robe was on backwards and untied revealing her pajama shorts and dance academy
t-shirt underneath.

Morning sleepyhead, McKayla teased.

Natalie grunted a greeting and asked, Where were you two?

Hiking, I said, which got me an amused look from McKayla. I made a couple pieces
of toast and a new cup of tea before declaring my need for a shower and exiting
the kitchen.

I didn t get very far before something on the wall caught my attention. It was
a photograph of the McCarthy family, the kids on the couch and the parents behind.
Alexis sat in the middle with her older and younger brother on either side. The
older brother had a beard of red hair that made him look far older than the
other two. The younger, one of my students just last year, looked like he could
be Alexis s twin. Behind the three of them stood Mrs. McCarthy, their stepmom,
a woman younger than me by a couple of years. She had a sweet smile on her face
and her black hair was up in a braided design. The black dress she wore hinted
at a tight body underneath. Mr. McCarthy appeared to be doing his best to blend
in with the happy, smiling family in the photo. His face had a smile on it, but
it was practiced and far from natural. He was bald and lacked any sort of
facial hair and he towered over everyone else, the fact accentuated by his
broad frame. As I studied the picture, snippets of conversation from the
kitchen found their way to me.

So how was your hike? Natalie asked.

It was good, McKayla responded. We did it on the ridge.

I heard the clanking of metal on ceramic as Natalie said, You bitch.

McKayla laughed deviously, It s your own fault. I thought you were gonna sneak
in there last night like a ninja.

Silence stretched for a few seconds before Natalie said, Yeah, well, I didn t.
I had a long class yesterday and ended up just going to bed.

You could go join him in the shower, McKayla said.

Please, bitch, Natalie said with a mouthful of yogurt, I m not so desperate
for your sloppy seconds. She swallowed and went on, I ll get him later and
make him forget you even exist.

Good luck with that.

I wandered off from the conversation and made my way up one of the side
staircases. Alexis emerged from her room as I was walking down the hall, her
hair held back by a headband. She wore a thick emerald robe, a white shirt, and
a pink pair of panties. Thin rimmed glasses adorned her face.

Good morning, I said.

Morning, she mumbled back and hugged me.

I wrapped my arms around her and asked her how she slept. She yawned the word
good and said she was off to get breakfast. We parted with a kiss and I walked
upstairs. All I could think about while in the glass shower stall was how
Natalie would make her move.
It s funny
how fast we can lose track of time. So much of our life in the day to day is
regimented in some way, usually around work. This scheduling gives time a flow,
it lets us we know when we eat and when we rest. When our lives lack that
structure, time begins to become a foreign thing. We had no set schedule for
our time at the cabin and that made Saturday morning disappear in an instant.
McKayla and I had already hiked and had sex, but that was all before 9am and
now it was somehow 1pm.

I d spent the last few hours looking ahead at the next school year and knocking
some stuff off my to-do list. Alexis had made it clear that I was part of this
trip for a reason, but she had also expressed to me her concerns about their
group growing apart as they went their separate ways for college. That made me
decide to occasionally make myself scarce to let the five of them have their
own time together.

Hunger pulled me downstairs. I passed Alexis and McKayla playing a card game in
the large family room, but the other three were nowhere to be seen. The kitchen
was empty except for the evidence of hungry teens leaving their mess in the
sink. I found some cold cuts and bread and made myself a sandwich, then I
grabbed an apple and sliced it up to enjoy with a spoonful of peanut butter.

It was far too beautiful a day to sit inside and eat, so I made my way to the
deck to enjoy the sun. Turns out I was not the only one with that idea as
Sydney was sitting on one of the lounge chairs with her guitar and a notebook.
She held her pick between her teeth as she hunched over the guitar to write
something in her notebook. She noticed me and smiled, closing the notebook and
taking the pick from her mouth.

Howdy, Mr. Holloway, she said.

Hi there, I said as I gestured to the seat next to her. Mind if I sit?

She nodded and I sank down into it.

You know, I said as I loaded an apple slice with peanut butter, you don t
have to call me Mr. Holloway anymore. You can call me Sam.

I know, she said quietly, it s just hard to think of any of my teachers as
anything but a teacher sometimes.

I nodded. I get that, but I m a whole human being. I have a life outside of
school.

Her mouth fell open in mock surprise. You mean you don t just live at the
school? You re not some robot that powers down when we re not there?

Oh no, I laughed, you know my secret.

The two of us enjoyed a chuckle. I ate a little bit and Sydney enjoyed the sun
on her face with the guitar still on her lap. Bird songs chased away any
silence. At some point, we heard Alexis exclaim something inside followed by
uproarious laughter from McKayla.

Were you working on something when I walked out here? I asked Sydney. I didn t
mean to interrupt you.

She shook her head, I needed a break anyway.

What was it?

Her face turned a shade of red and she gazed down at the ground, I was working
on a song.

I had seen Sydney with her guitar a few times around school. Almost every time
it was her playing some song other people knew which usually caused an
impromptu sing along. Sometimes I d see her playing some unknown riff and
humming a beautiful melody, but words never accompanied them.

I didn t know you wrote your own songs, I told her while leaning forward.

She looked at me briefly and turned redder as she smiled. Um, yeah, I do. I ve
never really played them for anyone else before though.

I d love to hear one sometime.

She turned so red for a moment that I thought she might be in danger, but I
couldn t help but smile at her adorable reaction. Sydney was far more reserved
than the other girls in so many ways. Even now, her shorts were a little big
baggy and her shirt was almost a little too big, meaning the finer points of
the shape of her body were a mystery. Her long brown hair cascaded down her
shoulders now as she almost never wore it up. Her hazel eyes were full of wit,
but she was full of hesitation. I could always see that there was more going on
than she could find the words for.

How long have you been writing? I asked.

A few years, she told me. It helps me get my thoughts in order.

I nodded. I understand, I use writing for the same thing.

She beamed at me and said, You do?

Yeah, I grinned. Not as much in the last few years, but it s always been
helpful to me. Sometimes things in our head seem so much bigger than they are
until we can express them.

She nodded without saying a word, her eyes fixed on me like I had just solved
some sort of riddle. She held her guitar a little bit closer to her body.

There s a lot I can say in song that I can t say out loud, she admitted.

Maybe sharing those songs will help people understand too, I said. They ll
let people know what s going on in your soul. Not everyone can just say
whatever comes to their head like McKayla.

That made her smile. She strummed an empty chord while I finished off my
sandwich. My thoughts turned to what McKayla had said this morning about how
Sydney wasn t the kind of girl to take part in their agreed upon activities
this week. I would never pressure Sydney into sex, though I would be lying if I
said I wasn t disappointed that I wouldn t get to know what she looks like
naked as well. I decided not to bring it up as I didn t want her to feel like I
was expecting it.

Our silence was interrupted by Natalie appearing in the doorway, calling for
me. Hey Mr.- Uh, Sam. Could you help me with something real quick?

I looked to Sydney who seemed to be focusing on finding a chord and I nodded to
Natalie. I ll see you later, I told Sydney.

She smiled back and waved.

What s up? I asked Natalie once we were inside.

I need help moving something, she told me as we made our way to the third
floor den. Once there, she pointed to the pool table and said, That.

I looked incredulously at her and asked why. She explained that she needed
space to practice the dance routine she would be teaching the advanced class at
her academy starting next week. There was a lot of room around the pool table,
but it was still an 800 pound object. I suggested we get McKayla to help, but
Natalie said that wouldn t be necessary.

I can move it a little on my own, she said, I just need someone to help
shift it on the other side as well.

I figured part of the reason why Nat refused to ask her for additional help was
because McKayla had beaten her to the punch and had sex with me first. Spite
was a powerful motivator for Natalie, even when it made her get in her own way.
I sighed and moved to the opposite side of the table.

I watched Natalie squat low, make a sound of great effort, and then shift the
table a bit to the left. I followed, shifting it to the right from my
perspective. It didn t take long for us to move it, but we both had sweat stained
brows by the time we were done.

Many thanks, she said as she slapped the table in victory. Do you want to
see the routine?

Sure, I said, walking over to the leather couch in the room and taking a
seat.

Natalie found the plug in for the sound system and hooked up her phone. She
searched for the track and then moved to the middle of the now open space.
There was a large mirror on the wall she faced and another floor length one she
must have brought in from another room. I watched her take a moment to center
herself, adjusting her sweats around her waist.

There was no denying Natalie s grace. Her lithe form made it obvious that she
knew how to move, and on top of that she seemed to always be moving to some
beat that no one else could hear. There were a few times at school dances when
it seemed like all eyes would fall on her due to the fact that she would
sometimes find a groove and bust out a routine. She always got applause and
laughed it off.

As she started dancing, I saw her come alive in a way I never had before. Her
first move was a jump forward as the song kicked in and then she never stopped
moving.
Her feet and
hips were in constant motion, her hands tracing intricate patterns in the air
only she could see. At one point I watched her turn and saw a glimpse of her
face. It was full of determination and focus, yet she seemed as light as a
feather. I knew then that this was where Natalie was truly herself.

I was so mesmerized by her movements that I was surprised when she stopped. She
turned towards me, bouncing on her heels.

What did you think? She asked, barely even out of breath.

That was incredible, I said.

She gave me a wink and a thank you. I messed up a couple of parts, so there s
still work to do.

I didn t even notice, I told her.

Mind if I run through it again? She asked.

Of course I didn t mind. I sat back and watched the show a second time, further
enraptured by her. It was like the poppy beat was telling her when to move and
where to go. I knew it was all choreographed movements based on the music, but
she made it seem like it was all happening in the moment, like she was just
discovering it. I had never seen anyone move like her before.

The music stopped and she smiled at me again, this time a little more out of
breath. She wiped a little bit of sweat off her brow and took a drink of water.
I complimented her further and she tried to play it like it was no big deal.

Do you want to see one of my favorite routines? She asked.

Absolutely, I said immediately.

She took her headband off and let her jet black hair fall loose. Her back was
facing me as she searched for the track on her phone. She found it, pressed
play, and set the phone down.

A steady beat began to play and Natalie moved her hips in time with it like a
pendulum. I recognized The Weekend as he began to sing, but didn t know the
song. Once his voice started, Natalie turned towards me, her hips still
swinging. She ran her hands along her body and looked at me with a playful
gaze. The space between us was quickly traversed by her with a leap down onto
her knees before me. I realized how turned on watching her dance had made me
already and now desire was my reason for being totally transfixed.

Her hands ran along my thighs, stopping midway up them. She turned her body so
she was sitting slightly to my left and then rolled back onto her knees kicking
her legs one after the other in the air and following the momentum. She rolled
her head to make her hair brush against my crotch. With hands on my thighs
again she lifted herself to her feet with a pop out of her ass. She hooked her
thumb into the hem of her Golden West Dance Academy shirt and pulled it away
from her body, giving me an amazing view of her toned stomach. She rolled her
body a couple of times and lifted the shirt above her head, tossing it away to
reveal her strawberry patterned sports bra.

She turned her back to me and pressed herself against me ass first. She ground
her hips, my rock hard cock pressed firmly against her ass. Her hands found
mine and wrapped them around herself. She placed one on her upper stomach just
below her sports bra and the other firmly between her legs. My fingers moved
briefly under her sports bra at her guidance, the tips brushing against the
bottom of her tits.

You re liking this, aren t you? She teased as she moved her ass against my
cock for emphasis.

So much, I said. I love having you dance for me.

She giggled and pressed my hand right against her pussy, You like when I m a
stripper for you?

I groaned, Yes.

She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked briefly on my finger. I ll be
whatever you want, she said before looking back at me and whispering, daddy.

I didn t have time to react before she pushed off of me and shook her ass in my
face. She then bent at the waist and peeled her sweats off her body, revealing
her tight ass and grey thong slowly. From this angle and how far she was bent
over, I could also see her cloth covered pussy calling to me. She rocked her
hips back and forth then straightened up and stepped out of her pants.

I know you ve been fucking all the other girls, Natalie said in sultry tones
as she turned to face me.

I felt strangely guilty for the first time, as if I had betrayed her somehow.
Even the fake pout she wore made my face burn red. Her look turned devilish as
she removed her sports bra to expose her B cup tits. They fit her toned body
perfectly and were topped with dark nipples. Her upper body wasn t as defined
as McKayla s, which was sculpted at the gym. Natalie s was formed by rigorous
movement and dedication, her legs powerful and her thigh gap tempting.

But I know you ve really been saving the best for last, she said as she bent
towards me, her hands on my knees as she planted a tongue forward kiss on me.
The sound I made caused her to giggle against my lips. You want me so bad,
don t you daddy? I nodded and kissed her again, the whole of my being put into
it as if I could only properly communicate my need for her with the kiss. I
want you too, she whispered.

The dance seemed to be over as she crashed against me, all forgotten as we gave
in to our desires. We rolled on the couch so that she was underneath me, my
clothes disappearing in a mess of limbs and desperation. She remained only in
her thong and I only in my orange and blue striped boxer briefs. I pushed her
legs apart and pressed my body against her, grinding my already rock hard cock
against her pussy, the layers of fabric still between us causing delicious
tension.

I need you to fuck me, she said, her voice almost a whine. I can t wait
anymore. Please, please.

She grabbed either side of my head and kissed me hard, her hips bucking up
against mine. I separated us just enough to get my underwear down, which made
her reach out to grab my cock.

Fuck, she breathed, I know I need it in me but I also need to taste it.
Please daddy, can I taste you?

Yes, I hissed, her small hand making me twitch.

I sat back and she got on her stomach on the couch. She captured the head of my
cock in her mouth and began to bob up and down. She wasn t interested in
wasting time and neither was I. I leaned forward as she sucked me and grabbed
her ass before giving it a smack. She let out a delighted laugh around my cock
and looked up at me and moaned, causing vibrations to travel along my length.
Her big brown eyes were telling me loud and clear how much she loved my cock in
her mouth.

If I don t stop now then I ll keep sucking you til you blow, she said as she
jerked me off, but I need you inside of me.

I nodded and we rearranged again with her back against the couch and me on top.
She reached down and pulled her thong to the side to give me access which I
greedily took. Her spit from the impromptu blowjob allowed me to more easily
slide inside of her. The feeling of my cock entering her caused her to throw
her head back in pleasure.

Oh my God! She called out. Your cock feels so fucking good.

I love how your pussy feels around me, I told her as I impaled the tiny
Asian.

She kept one hand on me, but used the other to grip the couch as I thrusted.
Her eyes remained locked on mine, her face a mask of submission. It was a
different form from Emma s who took pleasure in receiving orders and carrying
them out. Natalie s expression told me that her body was mine to use. I ran a
hand up from her hip and pinched one of her nipples, giving it a twist. She
gasped and moaned.

I grabbed one of her legs and moved it parallel to my body, her foot resting
against my shoulder. My cock began to hit new, deeper places in her pussy and
it made her whole body roll. I felt her fingernails digging into my shoulder. I
watched my length drive in and out of her tiny pussy, filling her petite body,
and I twitched powerfully at the sight. It seemed almost impossible that I d
fit in her, but she took me all like she was made for it.

I want you to ride me, I told her.

She nodded emphatically, Yes, daddy.

I pulled out her and she jumped right to her feet. She grabbed my hand and led
me away from the couch and towards the billiards table. I took her meaning and
hopped up on it, lying back against the green felt. It wasn t terribly
comfortable, but being on a flat plane gave me an amazing view of her as she
straddled me. She grabbed it and gave it a few strokes, leaning down to kiss
the head. Her tongue massaged the underside of the head as she smiled up at me.

Tease, I accused.

She laughed and straightened up, moving so her pussy lips were against my cock
again. I just love this cock. You can t blame me for having a little fun.

Natalie lowered her hips and we both groaned as I entered her again. She slid
all the way down, my eyes taking in the view of her supple body enveloping me.
Once she was lowered entirely onto me, she rested there and began to rock he
24 min
August 14 Cabin of Temptation: Part 3
Cabin of Temptation: Part 3
Hiking with McKayla.
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Introduction:
Cabin of
Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, Sam wakes
up on Saturday to find only McKayla is awake. They decide to go on a hike, but
find other activities interesting as well.
I awoke the
next morning forgetting where I was for just a moment, the events of the last
24 hours seemed like a dream. Five of my former students, all female, had
convinced me into chaperoning their post-graduation trip to a cabin under the
pretense that there would be guys here as well. I was told on the way up that
that was no longer the case, and I learned shortly after that the girls had all
agreed to share me for the week to fulfill their desires. I laid in the large
bed of the master bedroom and replayed my encounters with two of the girls yesterday.

My phone told me that it was almost 7:00 am. I knew that a bunch of teenage
girls would not be up at this time and so I considered drifting back to sleep,
but I knew my natural clock wouldn t let me sleep much longer. I threw back the
sheets and rose to meet the day. I got on a pair of pajama pants and my t-shirt
from yesterday and made my way to the kitchen.

As I got to the first floor, I smelled coffee on the air and wondered who else
might be up. I guessed McKayla or Natalie as they were the more active of the
group and might have woken up out of habit. My guess was confirmed when I saw
McKayla in the kitchen pouring herself a mug of coffee.

McKayla was the oldest of the crew having turned 18 last October. She was also
the tallest at 5 8 . Her light blonde shoulder length hair was tied back in a
ponytail this morning, giving me a good view of her strong shoulders. She was a
gifted volleyball player and had the build of a star athlete. I don t think
there was an ounce of fat on her. I had once seen her tight, toned stomach
while she was at practice and I couldn t believe my eyes. Still, she had the
touch of curves that gave her a womanly allure. This morning she had on a light
blue tank top with thin straps and white pajama shorts with the CSU logo on
them. I could clearly see the shape of her B cup tits and her nipples poked
through the thin fabric of her shirt. She turned around when I entered the
kitchen and I saw she was wearing glasses. I didn t know she wore contacts and
had never seen her with glasses which called attention to her lovely blue eyes.

Morning Sam, she said when she saw me.

Morning, I said back.

She lifted the pot in her right hand at me and asked, Coffee?

I shook my head, No thanks, I m more of a tea guy.

Of course, she said with a smile, how could I forget?

She set her coffee down and went to fetch the kettle. I went to the cupboard to
get the tea bags while she filled the kettle and set it on the stove to heat. I
took a seat at the large kitchen island and she stood on the opposite end
pouring some creamer in her coffee.

Thank you kindly, I said with a nod towards the kettle. Is anyone else up?

You re very welcome. She shook her head, They re all still asleep, probably
will be until 9 or 10. Emma s been known to sleep until noon.

But not you?

I m used to getting up early to go running, she explained. And I was a bit
wiped out from the drive yesterday, so I didn t stay up too late.

Same here, I said.

I saw her smirk behind her coffee cup as she said, I bet.

The kettle began to cry and I rose to take it off the heat. She found a mug for
me and placed her hand on my shoulder as she leaned around me to put the mug on
the counter. I thanked her again and she flashed me her winning smile.

I was thinking of going hiking, she told me. Alexis said her brother marked
a couple of trails around here and one of them leads to a really nice overlook
about a mile away. You wanna come?

I knew there were no set plans for the day, so I said sure. She then showed me
a small black device on the counter that was currently charging.

Alexis also showed me these. They re GPS trackers that will always point right
here. The trails are pretty well marked, at least she claims, but better safe
than sorry.

I agreed. We enjoyed our morning beverages for a bit and chatted a little about
her upcoming college career. She had a full volleyball scholarship to CSU and
was excited to play at a more competitive level. Her position had always been
outside hitter, but she was hoping to show her skills and try out opposite
hitter. She was going to move into the dorms even though she wouldn t be
terribly far from home. The freedom sounded nice and it made sure she wouldn t
have to worry about traffic for classes or practice.

We eventually decided to get changed to go hiking. I put on a pair of hiking
shorts and a grey shirt with the faded logo of the school I taught at on it. I
also threw on a hat and my hiking boots. I grabbed my backpack and went
downstairs to find McKayla by the door to the deck in a pair of tight athletic
shorts and a sports bra. My eyes couldn t help but wander the fit body before
me.

Ready? She asked, her smile wide. Her glasses were gone but her eyes still
shined.

I nodded and she opened the door. She said she had left a note in case they
were still gone when anyone woke up. We went down the stairs of the deck and
made our way towards the woods at the back of the house. There was a small
wooden sign installed that pointed where the trails started. There was a white
and blue trail and it was the white trail that would take us to the outlook. We
found the trailhead, the first of many trees to be marked with white paint.

The trail was decently well marked though a little spotty at times, but we never
got lost. We both kept our eyes out for any markings to point our way. Well, my
eyes spent a decent amount of time looking for markings, the rest of the time
they were glued to McKayla s barely hidden body. The shorts hugged her tight to
give me a good view of her toned ass as she hiked. I normally would have tried
to keep my attention elsewhere if she was still my student, but the events of
the last day had me in a new mindset. I believe she caught me at least once
when she looked back to ask if I saw the nearby deer.

I heard about you and Evan, I said at some point during our hike.

She gave a half smile, Yeah, I m not too broken up about it. It felt more and
more lately like it was only going to until graduation and then be done.

That s more common than you think, I said. I guess it s good you two didn t
drag it out over the summer like some others do.

Wouldn t be worth it, she said. We were really just staying together for the
sex near the end and he lives too far away to make it worth it.

My laugh echoed about us as she caught me by surprise. McKayla had always been
fairly candid, sometimes to the point of embarrassing her friends, but never in
this sort of way. I d heard her call boys cute, but never anything like hot or
sexy. Maybe this was a side of herself she was more comfortable sharing with me
now that our relationship had changed.

After about an hour of hiking the trees began to thin and we found yourselves
emerging to the overlook. It was a flat area maybe 20 feet wide that served as
a break in the trees. Alexis s brother had obviously spent some time on the
area as a log was situated perfectly to be a bench for the overlook. A large
boulder protruded from the ground on the left hand side of the area. Just
underneath the lip of the lookout was a sharp decline for a while, so the view
provided was over the treetops. We could see for miles, the forest stretching
on and on. To our right we could see the end of the forest and then the rolling
hills on the other side of the road we d driven on yesterday. To our left and
straight ahead it was all forest and mountain for as far as the eye could see.
The late May sun was warm this time of day, but not yet hot.
Wow,
McKayla said as she gazed out at the view.

Yeah, I agreed.

We took a seat on the makeshift bench and drank some water. We watched the
trees for a minute, enjoying the song of the breeze rushing through them. An
animal call would reach us every now and then and we d each guess what it might
be.
Hunger suddenly hit me and I realized I hadn t had breakfast.
My stomach made a sound like a dying lion and McKayla couldn t help but laugh.

Hungry? She asked.

I nodded sheepishly and she reached into her bag, pulling out two bananas and
handing one to me along with a granola bar. It wasn t fancy but it shut my
stomach up. I thanked McKayla a couple of times for saving the morning.

So, I saw you yesterday, she said after some silence.

I looked at her curiously.

I saw you with Emma, she added.

I nearly choked on my bagel which made McKayla chuckle once she was sure I was
fine.

I guess we were out in the open, I said after a drink of water.

It was so hot, she said, turning from the view to me.

Did you watch?

For a couple minutes, she admitted, but I didn t want to make you two stop
if you saw me, so I left. You were both so into it.

Never before had someone watched me have sex and I had never thought I d be
that kind of person, but McKayla talking to me about it now had my wheels
turning. I was turned on by the idea of her watching us in a way I had never
expected. My thoughts and eyes turned back to McKayla s body and I felt it
might not be long before I got to see more of it.

She went on, I ve often thought about something like that, sex in public. It
makes me excited and nervous all at once. It s like she trailed off as if
trying to find the words.

It s like you re into the idea but not sure about how you d like it in real
life, I said.

She nodded enthusiastically, Yes, exactly. Even with the arrangement this
weekend, I still feel really nervous about it.

I looked around at our little corner of the world and then back at her.

This place is pretty public, but also pretty private, I said.

A large smile appeared on her face and she shifted on the log towards me.
What re you saying, Sam?

I m saying we re out in the open now, but no one is likely to see us. It could
be a great way to test the waters.

She leaned ever closer, Are you saying you want to fuck me here?

I nodded and leaned to meet her the rest of the way. I am, I said just before
our lips met.

McKayla turned out to be a very shy kisser at first. She followed my lead,
letting me set the flow for our slow kissing. She parted her lips when my
tongue brushed against hers and her boldness emerged. She became insatiable
once our tongues touched, and that seemed to prompt her hands to join the mix.
She placed one on my chest and ran it up to my hair, her fingers getting lost
in my light brown hair. I placed a hand on her stomach and finally got to feel
those abs, a moan nearly escaping my lips as soon as I did. I began to explore
them, feeling her tight body, my hand brushing against the bottom of her sports
bra. When I made brief but full contact with her chest over the bra, she took a
sharp inhale of breath.

To my surprise, she broke the kiss and placed her forehead against mine. Her
one hand remained in my hair, but the other went to my shorts to outline the
bulge there. My head was swimming as she touched me through the cloth with her
fingertips and I missed her question.

What? I asked.

I asked if you d fucked Natalie yet, she said. Last night in the hot tub, we
were talking about how Alexis and Emma had already fucked you; and Natalie
declared that she wouldn t let herself be last and that she d sneak into your
room last night.

That time I heard it and was brought back to my senses even as my cock twitched
against her fingers. There wasn t a trace of jealousy in her voice, just
curiosity.

No, I said honestly.

She beamed, Hah! So I m not the last.

I haven t done anything with Sydney either, I said.

McKayla s palm came in contact with my cock and I groaned. She rubbed it in
gentle circles and kissed along my jaw.

I doubt anything will happen with Sydney, she told me. She agreed she s cool
with it, but she s not the kind of girl to take part in something like this.

I had more questions, but I knew asking them would probably ruin the mood. I
pushed them out of my head for now and focused on the coed kissing my neck and
stroking my cock. I grabbed at her sports bra and pulled it off, making her
pause her actions to raise her arms. I took advantage of the break and leaned
forward to kiss her shoulder, my hand cupping her perky tit. My thumb brushed
her pink nipples that stood at attention, causing her to shiver.

Her hands moved to my shorts and began to undo them. I broke contact and stood
up to get the shorts off as well as my shirt. She took the cue from me and
stood up to push her down shorts and thong down her toned legs. My shorts came
off first and I was working on my shirt when she got on her knees on the dirt
floor before me.

She grabbed my rigid cock and licked the tip. Her smile grew wide as she gave
it a few more tentative licks, her hand running along my cock as there were now
no barriers keeping her from touching it. She then ran her tongue along it from
base to tip, her fingers massaging the tip as it made its journey. Only after
doing that again from the other side did she then put her mouth around me.

She bobbed her head along the first few inches at a slow pace once, then a
couple more times before gripping the base and opening her mouth to get her
tongue all around the tip. She repeated the process a couple of times either
picking up the pace or adding more pressure. Her hand around me began to jerk
me off and the other went between her legs.

Stand up, I told her, I want to taste you.

I watched her eyes light up and she pulled my cock from her mouth. She gave it
a small kiss before standing up, looking at me expectantly. The outdoor area
didn t give us a lot of options in terms of comfort or ease, so I walked her
over to the boulder and leaned her back against it. With a trail of kisses, I
made my way down her body until I was kneeled before her.

I situated her leg over my shoulder and leaned towards her pussy. A small
triangle of public hair adorned it of the same honey color as her hair. I
planted a small kiss on it before kissing lower, my tips brushing against her
clit. I heard her gasp and felt her hands find my hair. A moan followed as my
tongue ran along her slit, pressing against her clit at the end of its journey.
I licked her a few more times, one of my hands venturing up her body to cup her
tits as I licked her.

Holy fuck, she said as she rested her head against the rock. Evan would
never go down on me. Mmmm

That s because you ve been fucking around with boys, I told her between
licks. I hate to say a lot of boys in college will be the same.

So you re saying I need to start fucking men.

I ignored the fact that I might have just given her a thing for older guys and
licked her lower. Her wet folds parted easily for me now, her sweetness
spreading on my tongue. This was a far superior breakfast. I teased her entrance
with the tip of my tongue which caused her hips to grind against my face. I
grabbed onto her toned ass with one hand and drove her hard against my mouth.
She had started by trying to bite back her moans, her hand even in her mouth to
help muffle them. The longer I went on, the deeper I explored her, the less she
cared.

Oh my God! She exclaimed. Yes! Oh yes! Sam, that feels so good. I love your
tongue on my pussy. It s so sexy watching you lick me.

My eyes burned up at her as my tongue continued its ceaseless work. When I
licked low, my tongue briefly entering her, my nose could press against her
clit and drive her wild. I concentrated my efforts onto her clit with my tongue
and she gripped tightly onto my hair. I pushed a finger inside of her while I
massaged her clit and her words became a jumble. All I could make out were the
words fuck and yes.
There was no
warning when her orgasm hit her. Her body shook once and she pulled my face
closer to her pussy. I felt the added pressure around my finger and tasted the
flood on my tongue, but my efforts didn t stop.
I continued
to lick her, my eyes watching her beautiful body dance with the release of
pleasure. After a brief amount of time she used her grip on my hair to pull my
face away from her crotch.

Hold off, she said as she caught her breath. It feels amazing, I m just so
sensitive now.

I chuckled and moved my way back up her body until I was standing tall and
asked, You ve never really had someone concentrate on your pleasure before,
have you?

She shook her head and kissed me, adding, Thank you.

Thank you for letting me taste you, I said. I love the way you taste.

She gave an involuntary giggle and we began to make out again while she calmed
down. My hands stayed on her body, exploring every muscle, while she worked my
cock in her hands between us. The rock was still cool, but slowly warming from
the sun. After a few minutes, she pulled back.

I m ready, she said.

I nodded and took hold of my cock. Lifting her leg again, I adjusted myself to
be able to enter her while still standing and she raised up onto her tiptoes
with her other foot to help. I found her slit and ran my head along it,
lubricating the tip before entering her. She was tighter than I expected, but
through teamwork we got me moving inside of her.

She placed her arms around my shoulders to hold onto me for support and I kept
her leg lifted as I started to rock my hips. Now both of us moaned with no
regard for the world around us, the sounds of our passionate coupling joining
the chorus of nature sounds. Her pussy held me tight, her warm walls gripping
my thick cock as if it belonged to them now. Her body tensed and relaxed in
waves as pleasure washed over her and she did her best to move her hips to meet
me. There was no reason to hold back, so I picked up speed and she purred like
a lioness.

You like that cock inside of you? I smirked.

She nodded, Fuck me with that big cock. Oh God, it feels so good inside me.
Yes, Sam. Yes.

Her head turned to gaze out at the beautiful view we had hiked to. It s so
amazing to be fucked in a place like this.

I agreed, my focus now on driving my cock into her. To my surprise, she put a
hand on my chest and started to push me off.

Let s change it up, she said.

I followed her lead back to the log bench and used my clothes as a makeshift
cushion to take a seat while she faced away from me. I couldn t complain about
the amazing view of her strong back and well-toned ass, especially as she began
to lower it towards me.

I would sometimes do this with Evan while he was playing video games, she
said as she grabbed my cock to guide it back to her pussy. I d see if I could
distract him enough that he d stop playing and really fuck me.

Did it work? I asked as I felt myself enter her again from behind.

She looked over her shoulder at me with a pleasure filled smirk, Every time.

If I had any doubts about her abilities, they would have disappeared the second
she started to move her hips. She found her rhythm immediately and her ass
bounced against me as if she was keeping time by the movements. My hands, which
had been resting against the log, came to her hips. I watched in amazement she
slid along my cock with ease, stopping only every now and then to grind her hips
against me before starting again. I gave her ass a smack, the sound loud out in
the open air, and she gave an enthusiastic cry in response. It wasn t long
before my cock was pulsing faster inside of her.

I m gonna cum, I told her.

Me too, she said between breaths ragged from effort. I want you to cum on my
tits.

I told her I d try to hold off until after her, but it was no easy task. Her
speed increased as she got closer to her own release, whi
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August 14 Cabin of Temptation: Part 2
Cabin of Temptation: Part 2
Smoking with Emma.
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Introduction:
Cabin of
Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, the rest
of the girls arrive at the cabin where some tensions immediately rise. Emma and
Sam share some weed, but that's not all Emma wants in her mouth.
Alexis went
about making sure everything was up and running while I got settled and
explored. Her father had been up two weeks ago to make sure everything was
ready, and lock all the liquor away, but things like the Wi-Fi needed to be
turned on. I was given the master bedroom for the trip and my eyes nearly
bulged out of my head when I saw it.

The king sized bed seemed tiny in the huge space. There was a couch and a
couple of chairs around a coffee table in front of a fireplace with a large TV
above it. All the furniture here, as with most of the furniture in the house,
was dark wood with a real rustic feel. It was all handmade and I figured the
dresser alone cost more than all my bedroom furniture combined back home. The
master bedroom was only accessible via the bedroom, and that too was
impressive. A huge tub with jets, glass shower stall, and his and hers sinks.
The floor and countertops were both white marble. Large windows in both rooms
overlooked the forest outside with a view of a far off mountain top peaking
above them.

The bedroom led out to a hallway that had two other rooms, Mr. McCarthy s
office and a pool den. The office was one of the few rooms without large
windows letting in copious amounts of light. The hallway overlooked the large
family room in the center of the second floor. The main staircase in the foyer
led up to it and had a huge table surrounded on both sides with L-shaped
couches. It also had a small table with four chairs around it for more intimate
playing and a fireplace of its own. Two hallways branched off from there to the
north and south where a majority of the bedrooms were. These weren t as large
as the master bedroom, but they were still spacious and well furnished. There
was also a nook at the end of one of the halls with a bay window overlooking
nature and a smoking den. Some of the rooms had more than one bed and I quickly
lost count of how many there were. When I later asked Alexis how many people
could sleep here; she said 20.

The deck connected on the second floor with a doorway in the family room
leading out. It had a hot tub made for a crowd and several lounge chairs, as
well as a couple of outdoor tables and chairs. The deck was the latest addition
and below it was a grill station that you d expect to find in a restaurant.

The first floor housed the large kitchen that featured more of the marble from
the bathroom upstairs. Like the furniture, the appliances were all handmade and
appeared complicated to operate. The dining room housed a table with ten seats
along its sides and one at each end. The table itself was beautiful, a dark
cherry wood and glossy. There was a smaller family room on the first floor as
well that resembled a library, and a small movie theater that could seat 10.
The basement below seemed almost out of place. It was practical with no
decoration, housing instead some supplies, a backup generator, and linens.

I knew Alexis s family had money, but this was far beyond being comfortable.
She expected the line of questioning and met it with a shrug. I didn t know we
had this kind of money either, she had said. My dad is always griping about
money even though I know it s never been an issue. We were all shocked when he
showed us the plans.

In the kitchen, I discovered a neatly handwritten list labeled Mr. McCarthy s
Rules of Conduct . It was a list of rules the younger ones were expected to
follow and I was expected to enforce. They were as follows:
1, No alcohol.

2, No drugs.

3, No sex.

4, No strangers.

5, Boys and girls are to sleep on opposite ends of the house.

6, No boys in girls rooms, or vice versa.

7, No going in to my office.
Rule three
was already broken and would continue to be it seemed. I knew rule one would be
broken as well. Despite her father taking all the liquor, I knew one of
Alexis s bags was full of alcohol. I told her I d look the other way if they
all agreed to only drink in the cabin and not break anything. Rule two I was
unsure of. I myself had some weed stashed in my bag upstairs that I planned to
enjoy in private. McKayla was fairly straight laced for fear of not being able
to play volleyball, and Sydney had a fear of getting in trouble. I had no idea
about Alexis, Natalie, or Emma, but as long as they weren t doing anything
stronger than weed I was likely to ignore it. Rules 4, 5, and 6 didn t seem to
be an issue, and I didn t think his office would hold much interest for the
girls.

Just as I finished reading the list, I heard another car crunching up the gravel
drive. I walked towards the front door only to see it burst open a moment
later. McKayla looked at me, her blue eyes wide in panic.

Bathroom? She blurted out.

I pointed towards the nearest one and the tall blonde disappeared in an
instant. The other three girls walked through the door a moment later, all of
them greeting me with bright smiles. Natalie walked over and hugged me, the
tiny Japanese dancer pulling me to her with surprising force.

We re so glad you re here, she said.

Yeah Mr. H, Emma added. I saw in her eyes a similar look that Alexis had in
the car and I grinned in return.

Sydney nodded her agreement with her friends. McKayla emerged looking far more
relieved.

So you didn t piss yourself? Emma teased.

McKayla grew red and glared at her friend. Sydney and Natalie broke into
laughter, which made McKayla crack a smile. I helped the four of them get their
things from the car and up the stairs with Alexis appearing just as we dropped
the last bag.

About damn time, Natalie teased the red head. At least we had a big strong
man to help us.

It took me a little longer than expected to get the remote camera feed off,
she said. We don t want my dad tuning in and seeing Emma getting stoned.

That answered that question. All eyes went to me when Alexis said that, but I
showed no change in my expression. I did look at Emma with a cocked eyebrow.

Get stoned on what? I asked.

She shrugged, Just weed.

JUST weed, Sydney spoke up sarcastically.

The other four girls sighed without words. It was clear that this was a topic
that came up a lot. It's no surprise, Sydney s father is a rather prominent
figure at their church and she grew up with a conservative view. I had often
seen the conflicts that emerged with the other girls over stuff like this in
the past, especially between Emma and Sydney. They were polar opposites in
their upbringing. I remember when Emma first got her nose ring, Sydney was
amazed that her parents would let her do such a thing.

Oh come on Syd, Emma huffed. The rest of us have done it. McKayla doesn t
have practice for another month, so she said she s gonna do it. You ve seen us
all high and how much fun we have. This is the perfect environment to try it.

Sydney turned bright red and turned up her nose, It's still illegal in lots of
places.

So? Emma countered, It s getting legalized everywhere, and you drink when we
hang out. It s illegal to do that. Get that stick out of your ass already.

That s enough, I said, my voice making all of them pause. For a moment they
were all students again, their teacher taking authority. If Sydney doesn t
want to do it, then she won t. At the same time, you re all adults now. Sydney,
Emma can smoke if she wants. My eyes went to her again, As long as she at least
blows the smoke outside. Emma nodded. And Emma, don t pressure her. She ll
try it if she feels comfortable and we both know she won t enjoy it if she s
doing it for someone else.

Emma looked at the ground and then gave a small nod. Sydney looked at me with a
bit of thanks in her eyes and smiled, tucking some of her brown hair behind her
ear. The crisis appeared to be averted.

Natalie broke the silence, I don t know about you bitches, but I m getting
hungry. I m gonna get started on dinner.

Need a hand? Alexis and I asked at once.

Natalie grabbed Alexis by the hand and began to pull her along, I heard her
first. You all relax and we ll call you when it's ready.

Alexis and Natalie went to work on dinner, McKayla wanted to explore the house,
Sydney went to the deck to practice guitar, and I didn t know where Emma went.
I went to my room and got unpacking. I decided to not live out of a suitcase if
we had a whole week here, so I unloaded my things into the dresser. I also
grabbed a couple of hangers from the walk-in closet and used them to hang a
couple of my nicer shirts somewhere more accessible. I had been told we might
do a couple of nice dinners, so I should have some nicer clothes.

Now all settled, I made my way down to the second level. At the end of one of
the hallways, I spotted Emma sitting in the window seat of the nook. The window
next to her was cracked and it wasn t hard to guess what she was up to. As I
got closer, I saw her pull out a vape pen, take a pull, and blow the smoke out
the window. She turned her head in my direction and spotted me, making her
jump. I wondered if I just surprised her or if it was a reflex to being caught
with weed by a teacher. Either way, she relaxed and melted into a smile. I saw
she had headphones in that she popped out as I got closer.

Hey Mr. H, she said.

You can just call me Sam now, I told her.

She nodded and said, Funny thing is, if you d caught me doing this just a
couple of weeks ago, you d be busting me probably. She held her vape pen up
and took a drag, blowing the smoke out the window. She suppressed a slight
cough and held it towards me, Now I m seeing if you want any.

I shrugged and took it from her, taking a seat next to her. She shifted her
legs closer to herself as I got situated and took a hit. I blew the smoke out
and looked her over.

Emma was the shortest of the group at just over 5 even. A pair of jean shorts
and a faded green V-neck adorned her body. She had the curviest figure of all
the girls, and the largest tits. They looked to be at least D s to me. She had
sandy blonde hair that might be a different color depending on the week and a
pair of light blue eyes. Numerous freckles highlighted her nose and cheeks.

I took another small puff right as Emma asked, So, did you and Alexis fuck?

I coughed violently in surprise, which made Emma laugh. She took the vape pen
back and hit me playfully on the back.

I m sorry, I coughed, what?

You and Alexis, she said before taking a hit. It s cool, we all talked about
it beforehand. You re free game this week.

I say in surprised silence for a moment before asking, You all talked about
this?

Emma nodded and handed me back the pen. Everyone s agreed that, as long as
you re up for it, any of us can fuck you at any time. Sydney mostly remained
silent, but she didn t disagree.

I couldn t think of what else to say, so I took a silent hit and looked out the
window. In the silence, I could hear Sydney s guitar music wafting through the
air.

You know Mr. H, I thought it was really hot when you put on your teacher voice
earlier.

I couldn t help but smirk.

It s what made me attracted to you in the first place, she added. Her hand
went to the v part of her neckline and gently ran along it while she made her
lips pouty, A girl like me needs a little authority.

Is that so? I asked.

She nodded and shifted onto her knees next to me. She stuck her chest out, I m
a rebel and a free spirit, but sometimes I just need a man who will take
control.

I took another hit. Already I was feeling it and, mixed with her words, the
feeling was one of power. I felt authoritative in a whole different way.

I ve been surrounded by just boys for four years, she bit her lip and trailed
off.

But you need a man, I declared.

She nodded and cast her eyes down again. Her hands were folded in her lap and I
knew what she was waiting for. The next move was mine to make, and she was
offering herself to me. I reached out and placed my hand on her cheek and she
nuzzled herself into it.

Let s go to my room, I said as I began to stand.

She grabbed my hand and said, No. Here. Please, sir?

I looked around. But the others.

We all agreed no jealousy, she planted a kiss on my hand, and no secrets. I
like that someone might see.

I thought for a moment and then nodded. If they were all okay with it, then why
should I not be? I d always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I nodded my
approval to her and her face lit up.

Take off your shirt and bra, I ordered.

She wasted no time, both off her body in a flash. She sat before me, exposed,
her eyes still down. I admired her large tits and pale nipples, first with my
eyes and then with my hands. Thanks to her kneeling on the window seat, I had
easy access to them.

Touch me wherever you want, sir, she encouraged. However you want.

Get on your hands and knees, and take off your shorts.

She obeyed, getting naked and then in position. Her back curved alluringly, her
thick ass in the air. I ran my hand along the curve of her back, feeling the
warmth of her body, until it came to rest on her ass. She looked at me
expectantly, her bottom lip tucked behind her teeth. I gave it a light smack as
I didn t want to make too much noise and she moaned.

I undid my shorts for the third time today to fish my cock out. Emma s wanting
eyes watched every one of my movements with anticipation. When she saw my thick
cock at attention before her, she gasped. I told her to open her mouth and then
navigated my cock to it. She wrapped her mouth around it as soon as she could
and ran her tongue along the bottom.

Thank you for this cock, sir, she said before plunging down on it again.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her further down my cock. She gave
no resistance, more than half of my length disappearing in an instant. She
paused when my head hit the back of her throat, but she continued on as soon as
she relaxed. Her mouth was so warm and inviting, her curious tongue exploring
my shaft as she moved along it. I let her pull back a little before I pulled
her further down again.

You re going to take all of it, I told her.

She looked at me with those big eyes of hers and nodded. I used my firm grip in
her hair to pull her down further. She choked, she gagged, she sputtered on my
cock, but she never let up. Between my coaxing and her will, we got her there.
Her nose pressed right against my body and I felt the sensation of my whole
cock swallowed by her. It was electric and I let her know with a lusty groan.
Her eyes brimmed with tears while she worked her head back and forth to fuck my
cock with her mouth.

Good girl, I growled. Good cocksucker.

She mewed, pleased with herself, and pulled her mouth off of my cock. I watched
as my cock reappeared, the whole length now shimmery in the late afternoon
soon. She came off the head with a gasp, her chest heaving as she desperately
worked to catch her breath. Her chest and cheeks were red with effort, but I
could see how hard her nipples were. A string of saliva kept my cock connected
to her lips.

Fuck, I love choking on your cock, sir.

She went back for a second helping, driving herself down with my hand on her
head still encouraging her. Every now and then I d push her over the halfway
mark, making tears appear in her eyes again. My other hand found her ass again
and ran along the curve of it. She wiggled it at my touch. I moved along her
ass to her thighs, finding the space between them to explore her slit.

Emma groaned around my cock as I found her already wet pussy and that some of
her arousal had already run down her thighs. I guess she really did love
choking on my cock. I probed her with my digit, prompting her to spread her
legs a little to give me better access. I pressed my finger into her and felt
her warmth around me. I worked it as if it were my cock and fucked her at an
even pace. Occasionally, I would curl my finger against her walls and find the
spot that made her moan hard around me. The vibrations of those moans sent
extra jolts of pleasure along my cock.

I needed her. Not just her sucking my cock, but the feeling of being inside of
her. I pulled my cock from her mouth and grabbed her hips, pulling them towards
me. She lowered her face down and shook her ass at me. I grabbed my cock and
smacked it playfully against her thick ass.

Do you want me to fuck you? I asked.

Yes! She practically shouted. Please sir, fuck my little pussy. It's all
yours.

How could I say no? I looked up to see the trees, the far off mountaintop, the
beautiful scenery present in the bay windows all set dressing for the ass in
the air waiting for me. The head of my cock came against her pussy and I pushed
myself in, the first few inches sinking in slowly. I could see the faint
reflection of her reaction in the mirror, her mouth falling open and her eyes
rolling back as if my cock had just shut off some part of her brain.

She exclaimed, Oh God!

I smacked her ass and pulled her head back by her hair. Be quieter, slut, or
I ll pull out now and leave you here.

Emma nodded and lowered her head back down. Her hands braced herself against
the windows as I grabbed her hips and began to thrust. I didn t bother with
buildup, we both needed this to be hard and desperate. She bit back moans and
moved her hips just a little to meet my thrusts. I slammed myself into her, my
length plunging deep.

She raised herself up just a little, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She
made small, desperate noises but managed to keep her volume low. I grabbed onto
her hair again and pulled it back, giving me plenty of leverage to pound her.
It was great sex, but the weed worked to enhance every little feeling beyond
what it would normally be. I felt powerful as I fucked her.

I let her hair go and her face fell back to the window seat. Her body tensed as
an orgasm hit her. She began to call out, but immediately put a hand over her
mouth to help quiet it. I watched as the tremor rocked her body, her pussy
squeezing hard on my cock so that I almost had to stop fucking her. She looked
up at me, breathing heavy, and grinned.

Time slipped away from us. I don t know how long I stood there thrusting into
her. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body until she seemed to barely be
conscious. Finally, I felt that familiar building in my pulsing cock.

I m gonna cum, I told her.

Wherever you want, she said through her haze.

Inside you?

She nodded with heavy breath.

I gave the last bit of my energy into the final few thrusts. They weren t at
the same rhythm as the others, but more drawn out as I felt every inch of her
pussy around me. I slammed in one last time and released a torrent of cum,
filling up her pussy. I almost collapsed against her, but I managed to pull out
and slump next to her.

She rearranged herself so that she was sitting again, her body resting against
mine. We were both sweaty messes basking in the post orgasm glow. Both of us
were facing down the hall, uncovered for anyone to see, but no one else ever
appeared. As we regained our strength, I saw her reach between her legs and
gather a little of my cum leaking from her onto her fingers. With her eyes on
mine, she brought them to her mouth and licked them clean.

Fuck, I breathed.

She smiled. Thank you, sir, for all the cum. I really, really needed to be
fucked. She leaned over and kissed me, a thankful thing that I readily
returned.

We basked in our post sex glow for a bit until Natalie's voice came over the
intercom system to announce that dinner was ready.

Emma sat up and stretched. I worked up quite the appetite, she said as she
gathered her clothes.

We went and got our
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