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The
following days, I felt truly lonely for the first time in my life. Freed of the day‑to‑day trials
and tribulations of riding herd on a spirited man‑boy, I found the house
to be deathly quiet whenever I was there.
No more antics in Jeff's bedroom.
No more eyefuls of young tits.
No more lecturing deaf ears on the perils of drinking and driving. No more smelling the pot and pretending I
didn't smell it.
To
make matters worse, business was slow.
So slow that I felt it a waste to be in the office rather than out on
the golf course, but alias, no one was available to play a round. My social life, never a bright spot to begin
with, was worse than usual. I called
every available female I could think of.
Not a one of them was free for diner.
The
only bright spot was my night to host the monthly poker game. My poker buddies had all decided that
instead of playing cards, we should all go for an evening of good fun to the
Cirque de Venus, a high‑class titty bar was that just so happened to be
owned by Nick, an old frat brother of mine.
The thinking went that their wives wouldn't suspect a thing. As always, Nick treated me like a high
roller, directing some of his best babes to my table for lap dancing and some
touchie‑feelie groping.
Next
day, I spent pondering what to do with myself.
My first thought was to go back to the Cirque de Venus and spend some
hard cash for some high class pussy.
Next I considered taking a trip, but a trip by myself didn't hold any
genuine appeal. I considered asking my
buddy, Jim, whether I could use his lake house and bass boat for a few days of
solo fishing, but that just didn't appeal to me either. I knew that if I was out there alone, I
would dwell on the memories of my poor wife, Jenny, being knocked out of Jim's
boat and drowning. Those wounds
certainly didn't need to be reopened.
I
considered putting my house up for sale.
It was really too large for just me, but then again, I loved the
place. Through the years we had put in
many hours in landscaping and general improvements, and it showed. Jenny had exquisite taste and even after
three years of male‑neglect, it still looked like something out of
Southern Living. It was nice house, very nice, with a very private, lush
backyard. It was just too empty of
life.
I
considered tracking the boys down and flying out to meet them. Hanging out with them for a few days, then
returning. The boys probably wouldn't
mind my intrusion, for a few days at least, but I tossed out that idea too.
Feeling
generally sorry for myself, I decided to call it a day. I would just go home, pull out Jeff's stash
that I had confiscated, toke up, get wasted and listen to Pink Floyd. It wasn't
much of a plan, but next to another visit to Cirque de Venus, it was the best I
could come up with at the time.
Approaching
my house, I saw a familiar sight. It
was a faded blue Subaru parked in the driveway. Instantly my spirits were lifted. Coming inside, I saw a pile of clothes on the sofa in the
den. Looking out towards the pool, I
saw her lying on a chase lounge, topless, soaking up the sun. My eyes widened and my nostrals flare as my dick instantly stirred. What a luscious sight!
Quickly
I went to my bedroom and changed into my swim trunks. Then retrieving a beer from the fridge, I stepped outside.
Brandi
must of had her eyes closed behind her shades, as she gave no sign that she
knew that I was there, standing near the chase lounge with my needy cock
throbbing, studying her nearly nude form, her skin glistening with sun tan oil. Her tan lines muted, her firm golden breasts
rode and fell at a relaxed pace, each capped with a quarter‑sized areola,
crinkly and a pleasing reddish‑brown.
Her nips, in a state of relaxation were slightly inverted but
nonetheless quite prominent.
Her
narrow waist, crowned by a bejeweled deep navel, flared into broad hips, hips
that were barely covered by the tiny sting bottoms that she wore. These bottoms were covering even less than
her usual bikini bottoms and again, her muted tan lines showed beneath the pink
strings. I couldn't tell if they were
thong bottoms or not, but the bottoms rode into her gash and only partially
covered her shaved camel toe.
Adjusting
my achingly stiff pecker, I took another swig while I continued to feast on the young
beauty before me. I had polished off
half a bottle of beer before she suddenly jumped up, letting out a startled cry
and covering her boobs with her hands.
"Hi!"
I said breathlessly.
"Oh,
Hank! You scared me!"
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."
"Oh,
my god! How long have you been
here?"
"Half
a beer, more or less."
"You
should have said something or at least made a noise."
"Why? It's my house."
"You
shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't look? Why not? I'm a man. I like looking at you. Especially when you're naked...
"By the way, how did you get
inside?"
"A
key. The key you leave in the flower
pot."
"Oh,
yeah... Not that I mind, but what are
you doing here?"
"Well,
I was going to spend the night with Allison, but she's not home. So I came over here instead. You don't mind do you?"
"No,
I don't mind topless girls in my backyard, especially topless girls as pretty
as you. In fact I don't mind topless girls in my house either. Now, do me a big
favor."
"What's
that?"
"Put
your hands down, honey... They're ruining the view."
"Why
Hank Thornton! You're a dirty old
man!" she said with a grin lowering her hands.
"Maybe
so, but that's better, darling, much better.
Damn... You've got very nice tits.
Very pleasing to the eye."
"Thanks,"
she said demurely.
I
took another swig watching as her nipples stiffened under my gaze. I knew that I must have seemed something of an
old pervert staring at her, so in an attempt to seem suave I changed the subject. "Well, how's your new house?"
"It
sucks! I don't know anybody there!"
"Well,
you can hang out here if you want."
"Could
I?"
"Sure. Just don't dress on my account."
"I
never knew that you were so bad, Hank," she said in amusement.
"Oh,
I might be old, but I'm not dead!"
"You're
not that old! What are you? Forty?"
"Close enough," I said not revealing that I was actually forty‑five three months ago. I finished off my beer and sat on the edge her chair.
"Allison, does she know that you were coming to see her?"
"No,
but she should be home soon."
"Stay
here."
"Mr.
Thornton! Whatever do you have in
mind?"
"You've
been teasing me for months and I think you know perfectly well what I have in
mind. Same thing you were thinking when
you came here."
"Hmmmm,
I don't know..."
I
picked up her bottle of Coppertone and squirted some into my hand. "Yes, you do," I said as I began
rubbing the lotion into her muscular tanned legs. We were both silent for the next few minutes.
"What
will Jeff say?" she asked as I rubbed her tummy.
"What
can he say? He's not here. He won't be here anymore. Besides, he broke up with you, didn't
he?"
"Well,
sort of. He just didn't think I should
be tied down to him while he's off at college."
"So,
he cut you loose. You're free. Once he did that, what he thinks doesn't
really matter. Now does it?"
"I
suppose not, but you're his father."
My
hands glided over her breasts for the first time. "Forget about Jeff.
He broke up with you. Tonight,
tomorrow, it's just you and me."
Responding
to me rolling her nipple between my fingers she moaned, "Hmmm, that feels
nice...so nice."
Leaning
forward, I lightly licked at her lips.
They parted and all discussion was over.
We
kissed for several minutes before my hand left her bosom to find the ties of
her bottoms. Zip, zip, and the tiny patch of fabric no longer
provided any sort of officially approved covering. After brushing the wings of
the tiny garment aside, I extracted the portion wedged in her pussy slit,
replacing the wet fabric with my middle finger. Lightly I traced my middle digit up and down her sweet gash,
marveling at how wet she was, while my bracketing fingers delighted in the
smooth skin of her bare pudenda. With
hardly any pressure at all, I was in deep between her smooth cuntal lips,
exploring that most wonderful of all regions of the human female anatomy.
Brandi
cooed softly while I made my initial exploration of her young pussy. I kissed down her neck to do a little lip
action on her perky nipples. Once I
gently seized a nip with my teeth, I bore down on her aroused clitoral mound
with my finger and gently applied pressure to one side. I held my finger still against her oval
nubbin, while I tormented her teat. Soon her hips began to involuntarily
move. Her cooing became a low
moan. I increased the pressure. Moments later, she jack‑knifed in the
chase in response to the intense orgasm that tore through her system. I did my best to keep pressing against her
clit in order to maximize and prolong her sweet agony, but eventually she
twisted away.
Standing,
I looked down on the shuddering nude girl, curled up on her side as the
residual orgasmic jolts became weaker and weaker. I waited until she had recovered enough to roll back. Dreamily she opened her eyes. Giving her one last chance to refuse me, I
waited until she was reasonably cognizant before I pushed my swim trucks down
to free my aching and throbbing erection.
Lifting
her legs by her ankles, I straddled the chase lounge and snuggled my oozing
dick into her crotch. As much as I
wanted, I didn't go for an immediate penetration. Knowing that I could never match my youngest son for brute dick
power, I opted instead for finesse and technique, trusting that well‑honed
skill would trump youthful vigorousness every time.
I
began rocking back and forth, letting my dick slide along the slick gash,
taking care to bump her clit ever so gently with each forward slide. Slack
jawed, Brandi gazed up at me with wide eyes.
Her breathing became more pronounced and labored as she once again began
the climb up the flowery ladder.
Reaching the top, her green eyes rolled into the back of her head as her
abdominal muscles began their contractions.
Once again she was plunged over the edge, this time bathing my cock with
liberal amount of her secretions.
Holding her legs high in the air, I had to struggle to maintain my grip
on her ankles as she thrashed about. It
was becoming increasingly difficult to slide my dick along her hot swampy gash,
so I pulled back and raised up my hips a little to change my angle of attack,
then I slowly sank my cock into her.
As
soon as my cock crown was in her steaming tunnel of love, I felt her pussy
contracting wildly. I didn't penetrate
her too deep at first, preferring instead to thrust at a shallow depth, rubbing
my glans against the fore wall of her vagina and her g‑spot. No sooner had her second orgasm passed and
began to fade when her third began building anew. Brandi managed to open her eyes again for a moment before the
third wave crashed down upon her, downing her in torrential whirlpool of sexual
bliss.
My
balls were now dripping with her cuntal juices and I was fighting my own
impending orgasm, so I pulled out of her to give my tingling dick a short
rest. The sensation in my groin ebbed
and by the time she had coasted down, I was ready to finish her off. Her face dripping with sweat, Brandi opened
her eyes again. I could tell that she
wasn't focusing very well. I leaned
forward and my wet cock slipped once again between her now swollen labia. Again I thrust her with very shallow
strokes, teasing her pussy lips more than teasing the length of her cock
socket. She had a pleading expression
upon her face; pleading with me that she'd had enough, or perhaps pleading that
she wanted more. Without warning, I
plunged to the root deep inside of her.
Brandi gasped as her eyes flew wide open once again. Pubis to pubis, I ground my full‑sized
dick into her causing her to groan with unmitigated pleasure.
Slowly
I withdrew, until her swelling nether lips were caressing just the tip of my
dick. Again I thrust her with several
shallow strokes before plunging deep into the hot velvety embrace of her young
pulsating cunt.
Brandi
hoarsely rasped, "Oh gawd, oh gawd, ohhhh gawd," as I ground into
her.
By
the sixth time that I plunged into her, she was cumming again, squeezing my
cock in the juicy warm embrace of her spasmodic pussy. Ready to compete our copulation, I began
fucking into her hard, deep and fast.
Her hips thrust back at me, meeting me stroke for stroke, trying to
drive my cock even deeper into her.
My
vision blurred and I cried out without restraint. If my neighbors were outside in their backyard, I'm sure that
they heard me as my thick semen surged through my pulsating cock tube to spurt
and spurt and spurt, again and again and again, each spurt adding to the
swelling flood of spermy man‑fluid inside her welcoming vagina. The orgasm was deliciously intense, better
than any I had experienced in years. I
continued fucking her well after I had stopped ejaculating, fucking her until
my slowly softening prick gave it up and folded in half.
Short
of breath and temporarily exhausted, I remained still for several minutes, lost
in the daze following intense sexual release.
When I regained my senses, I was still holding her legs high in the air
by her ankles. Looking down at her bald
cunt, I could see her inner labia lewdly protruding from between her equally
swollen outer labia. Milky white cum
seeped from between her pouting pussy lips.
I slid back on the chase and lowered my lips to her creaming cunt and
dove into her. I heard her exclaim,
"Oh my gawd... Yesssss!
Yesssss! Yesssss! Oh god,
yesssss!" as I licked up the product of our lovemaking. Slurping away, I wallowed my entire face
into the juicy folds of her sex.
Attacking her swollen clit, her cries changed to, "Oh no! Noooo!
Oh my gawd, nooo!
Ohhhhhhhh!" as yet another climax tore into her.
Her
final climax was a mild one, but she had had enough. "Stop! Stop! Pleaseeee stop will you!"
I
extracted my face from between her legs, confident that she had just had the
best fucking of her young life. I
kissed up across her sweat‑covered abdomen, across her sweaty heaving
tits and eventually made back to her lips.
Grabbing my head, she went nuts, kissing me all over my face, tasting
herself on my face while she showered me with her tender loving kisses.
"That
(smack, smack) was (smack, smack) the best (smack, smack) sex (smack, smack,
smack) I've ever (smack) had!" she gushed. "You're good, (smack, smack) Mr. Thornton, (smack, smack)
very good! (smack) In fact, (smack,
smack) you're fantastic! You're (smack,
smack) the best! (smack) The very, very
best! (smack, smack) Thank you, (smack,
smack) thank you, (smack) thank you, (smack, smack) for being such a sweet,
(smack, smack) sweet man."
"I'm
glad you (smack, smack) enjoyed it," I replied. "You're a great fuck too!"
"You
think so?" (smack, smack)
"Sure,
baby. (smack, smack) You're a terrific
fuck!"
"Can
we do it again?"
"Whoa! Time out, darling! I need a short break. I
don't bounce back as quick as I used to."
"That's
okay," she giggled. (smack, smack)
"I'll wait."
I
kissed down to her salty/oily tits again, but not wanting to get her going
again too soon, I didn't linger. It was
more of an after‑sex oral caress than a sexual caress, designed to calm
her down rather than revving her up again.
Sitting
up, I gave her one last kiss to her left nipple and then stood up. Wobbly legged, I made it to the pool and
dove in. The cool water felt divine. The sun beating down on my back had been
brutal, but it was well worth it. I
floated around, hardly moving, marshaling my strength for another go at the hot‑assed
teenager I had just fucked.
I
heard a splash and a moment later she had surfaced next to me. She put her hand on my chest and
accidentally pushed me under. I
resurfaced, like a lazy cetacean, none the worse for the unintentional dunking.
Brandi was smiling radiantly, her green eyes sparking with delight.
"Hmmm,
you know, Mr. Thornton. I just might
have to take you up on your offer to let me hangout here."
"There's
a catch."
"What's
the catch," she asked grinning.
"I
get to fuck you."
"Hmmm,
sounds nice to me. But I have a catch
too."
"Really? What's that?"
"I
get to be fucked by an expert."
"That's
a catch?"
"No,
Mr. Thornton," she said coyly. "You're the catch!"
We
paddled over to the shallow end and sort of lay on the steps, half
floating. We chatted for a while. All her usual shyness around me had
evaporated and she rambled on like the eighteen‑year old that she
was. I was amused and charmed by her
combination of naivety and guile. While
we talked she ran her fingernails across my chest and my back, playing with my
body hair. She may or may not have
known it, but she had hit on my weak spot.
I love to be stroked by a woman, and as long as I am being petted, I'm
more or less placid and as malleable as a big ball of warm putty.
Her
hands trailed down to my stomach and eventual made it down to my flaccid
dick. She seemed to take great pleasure
in playing with it, almost as much pleasure as I was experiencing being played
with. It didn't take her too long
before she had me up with a respectable erection.
"Ooooo,
somebody is ready to play!" she said in a childish voice while she gently
squeezed my hard‑on.
I
was amazed that she had gotten it up so quickly, but I wasn't about to make an
issue of it. "Well, what do you
want to play, little girl?"
"How
about a game of 'Hide the Sausage'?" she quipped.
"Ooooo,"
I mimicked. "I think I'll like
that game! How do you play?"
Standing
she took me by the hand. "C'mon,
I'll show you!"
Brandi
led me, dripping wet, to the chase lounge where we had had so much fun
earlier. She had me sit on the
edge. "This'll be our playpen. Okay?"
"Sure! Now what?" I asked.
Brandi
knelt down between my legs. Grasping my
cock, she quipped, "Now you see it," then she went down on me.
"Now
you don't," I breathlessly replied.
She
bobbed her head back up. "You've
played this game before?"
"Oh,
yeah! Once or twice."
"You
like it?"
"Oh,
baby, you're damned right I like it."
"Goodie! Let's play again!" Leaning forward again, Brandi began lapping
at my dick.
The
sensation of the ball of her tongue stud running across my dick was nothing
like I'd experienced before. My stiff
dick hardened appreciably. "Oh, fuck yeah!" I cursed as she swirled
the ball around the underside of my prick.
It
wasn't my first blowjob from a woman sporting a tongue stud, but it was by far
the best. Brandi lovingly caressed my
dick, stroking it with her tongue as she gently fucked her mouth with it. Sealing her lips around the stalk, she
slowly pulled up until the glans slipped out with an audible smack. Then she puckered her lips, and mimicking
vaginal lips slipped my dick back into her mouth where she massaged that little
extra‑sensitive area on the underside just below the crown. Then she'd open her mouth wide and,
breathing through her mouth, descend down the stalk, hovering ever so close,
but not actual touching my dick with anything but her hot breath. Then, she'd seal her lips around the stalk
and slowly pull up again. The effect
was exquisite! She had me panting long
before I approached climax.
Jeff
had told me that she gave a great blowjob, but never expected her to have
anything like the skill she exhibited.
Jeff didn't teach her this.
Someone who was connoisseur of oral sex had taught her and taught her
well. That afternoon, while she was
sucking on my appreciative dick, I certainly didn't consider any of this. I didn't consider it seriously for several
days afterward when it became apparent that she loved sucking cock more than
any woman I'd ever been with. Certainly
she was more skilled and enthusiastic than my late wife, and Jenny had sucked
me off often.
Once
Brandi had brought me close to the point of no return, I gently lifted her head
off my throbbing penis. I didn't want
to cum just yet. I wanted to cum in her
young pussy again.
"Oh,
that's enough for now, baby. How 'bout
if we fuck?"
Brandi
looked up at me and smiled. "Sure, Mr. Thornton. I'd love to fuck."
"Drop
the Mr. Thornton crap. Call me
Hank."
"Yes,
Mr. Hank," she said with a lilting laugh.
Standing she took my hand and pulled me up. Clearing me out of her way, she got up on the chase lounge, on
all fours with her knees at the very edge.
Lowering her head, she invitingly wiggled her nicely rounded butt at me.
I
wasn't quite ready to resume stimulation of my cock, so took a few moments to
rub her firm buttocks, playing with her intimately in the process. When I felt I would withstand additional
stimulation without shooting off immediately, I aimed my cock at her protruding
pussy lips and shoved it into her. Once
inside, I rode up over her back a little, so that my dick was forced
downward. This enabled me to bang
against her g‑spot with each long stroke I took. The race was on. My object was to bring her to orgasm before me. I had to pause twice to let my dick cool
off, and it was well worth it when I felt her deep shuddering pleasure.
I really
wanted to screw her for a long protracted fuck‑secession, but I had
serious doubts concerning my ability to get it up again if I allowed myself to
ejaculate. So rather than finishing off
in her, I pulled out to take a quick penis‑break and change positions.
Brandi
had similar ideas, but very different ones too.
She yearned to feel my ejaculate jetting inside her. She got up and directed me to lie back in a
sitting position. Then she straddled
me, laying kisses across my face while I felt her up. Lowering herself on my jutting prong, she fucked me for about a
minute, then she pulled off.
She
picked up her bottle of Coppertone from the ground and coated my dick with
it. Then she lowered herself on me
again. It felt different, very
different. But before I realized that
she had positioned my dick to her rubbery anus, she sat down hard and with a
deep grunt, drove my prick up her yielding ass.
Now
it was my turn to be wide‑eyed, but she didn't see my surprised
expression, as she had her eyes closed while her abruptly stretched sphincter
grew accustomed to my girth. I would
never have taken her anally like that, without some preparation beforehand, but
since she did it, I couldn't feel the least bit guilty about her
discomfort. Still, I wished I had known
earlier when she was up on all fours that she wanted some butt‑hole
action. At least I could have fingered
her butt for a few minutes and loosened her up some before taking my much
fatter cock.
I
shouldn't have worried, within a minute she was gazing down at me with a very
contented little smile. She tossed back her wet hair, causing her 34 C tits to
jiggle. Reaching up I began playing
with her stiff reddish‑brown nipples.
She arched her back, thrusting her firm tits forward as she rose off my
dick a little to begin sodomizing herself on my stationary prick. I didn't maintain a stationary position for
long, for as she rose upward, I would thrust up into her again, pulling back
before she lowered herself on me again.
In
the days to come, as with the blowjob, it became evident to me that she'd also
done this a time or two, long before she ever hooked up with Jeff. I knew this because in one of our father‑son
conversations, he had told me that Brandi was the first girl he ever had sex
with. He just didn't have the
experience to teach her the carnal arts as she knew them. Again, while my dick was sliding up and down
in her rectum, I didn't consider any of this.
I was totally preoccupied with the raw sex at hand with a girl less than
half my age.
We
never got too rambunctious during that first anal screw. Brandi was in control
and she took it slow and easy. Even as I pulled on her nipples with one hand
and abused her throbbing clit with the other, sending her off into orgasmic
orbit one more time, she remained in relative control by simply burying my dick
up her ass as her gut convulsed around me.
Once she came down though, she did pick up the pace and all too soon for
me, I was pumping her ass full of my seed.
Once
we were both sated, she leaned forward to smooch. We stayed that way for a long time, simply kissing while my
flaccid cock remained snug in her tight ass.
We
were sweaty again and decided to cool off in the pool. As she pulled away, my soft dick stretched
to twice it usual length, before snapping out of her anus like rubber
band. Being abruptly uncorked like
that, my cum seemed to pour out of her ass.
Like I said, she was well experienced in this sort of thing. She paused, hovering above me for several
moments until my cum finished dripping out of her and dripping onto my stomach
and pubes. After leaking all over me,
Brandi turned and smeared my ass‑cum all across my stomach. I was half expecting her to lick her
fingers, but thankfully she didn't.
Again
the water felt great when I dove in to cool off and rinsed off the sweat and
residuals. We paddled around and played
submarine games. I got my first
underwater blowjob. It didn't last too
long, but I certainly didn't mind.
After all, sometimes it's the thought that counts.
To be continued...
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