Author: Julie Hypnotic
Title: For the Love of Clarissa
Summary: An older man meets a young girl on a bus and soon finds out she is not as 
innocent as she seems.
Keywords: MF, oral, intercourse, public sexplay.



FOR THE LOVE OF CLARISSA


(REVISED VERSION COMING SOON.  Thanks!  Julie)

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I was about to retire from my job and was none too happy about it.  At sixty-four years 
old, healthy, vigorous, and suddenly alone due to the passing of my wife a year earlier, I 
was in no way ready to continue my lonely existence without the distractions of work.

My business was sales, and I traveled quite a bit.  As the month of my forced retirement 
approached, I eagerly took any opportunity to go on these road trips.  My route was fairly 
confined and I usually took a Greyhound to make my rounds.

It was on the last trip slotted for me that I met Clarissa.  She was traveling alone and just 
happened to have the seat next to mine on this, for her, long trip from Tampa to 
somewhere in Rhode Island.  I too was going to Rhode Island.  I was going home.

I saw her as I ambled down the passageway, a singular spot of light in the rear of a dim, 
crowded vehicle.  Seated in the very back row, her head was leaned against the window 
and she drew circles in the condensation that had gathered on the glass.  It was humid and 
raining outside and the air was damp.  She was strikingly beautiful with long, sleek, 
nearly black hair, and a dark complexion.  She wore a blue jean skirt, a cropped orange t-
shirt, and Birkenstock sandals.  The contrast of bright orange against her dark skin made 
her positively glow.

As I seated myself, she turned, her brown eyes luminescent in the growing darkness, and 
gave me a smile.  I returned the gesture and settled down in the aisle seat, leaving the 
middle one empty.

Silence reigned.  I stole glances at her, noting her sad eyes, the slump of her posture, the 
glow of her skin.  It was impossible to judge her age.  She could be a youthful twenty, or 
a grown up twelve, but her appearance was so provocative that I found it difficult to tear 
my eyes away.   I suppose she felt my glances because once, after watching her thigh 
become even more exposed as she twisted into a comfortable position, I shifted my eyes 
up and found myself looking into hers.  She wore a small knowing smile and met my 
look head on.  Blushing, I returned to my magazine and tried to ignore her.

"Do you have a wife?"  Her question came out of the blue.

"No, not anymore," I answered, still looking at the magazine in my lap.

"Did she leave you?"

"No, she died."

"I'm sorry, that was a rude question wasn't it?"

At last, I looked at her.  She was sitting slightly askew, facing me with one ankle tucked 
under the opposite thigh, her legs slightly spread.  I couldn't help it because I knew what 
I would see; my eyes dropped down and there were her panties peeking out from 
underneath the blue of her skirt.  It was difficult to tell in the obscure atmosphere, but I 
thought they were white cotton.  At once, my penis twitched and rose to attention.

"No, it wasn't rude," I managed to say, drawn to that secret spot between her legs, "it was 
just honest."  I stared, yes I stared, and the girl shifted again, slipping her buttocks down 
and allowing the skirt to ride higher.  Again, a glance at her face revealed that amused, 
knowing smile.  I gulped.

"So, are you all alone then?"  She asked.

"I have two grown children.  What's your name?"  My question followed a bit too 
eagerly on the tail of my reply, but she only laughed a little and continued to eye me.

"Clarissa.  What's yours?"

"Thomas, but you can call me Tom."  It sounded stupid to me, but the words were just 
tumbling out of their own accord at that point.  I was uncomfortably aware of my 
erection, hoping she couldn't see it, but guessing that she could if she chose to look.  
Something about her eyes held my gaze when all I really wanted to do was stare at her 
golden legs again and perhaps have another peek at those little panties.

"Pleased to meet you Tom." And she held out a small tan hand with a large opal 
shimmering on the third finger.  

I took her hand and quite before I could stop myself, I raised it to my lips and kissed it, 
instantly feeling a fool.  "The pleasure is all mine Clarissa."

She put her hand back in her lap making no effort to close her legs or otherwise hide 
herself from my stares.  And stare I did, I lingered on her crotch, that tight feeling in my 
pants growing proportionately to the amount of time I spent looking at her.  It was subtle, 
but I was sure she once again shifted in order to afford me an even better view.

I was extremely aroused by then.  Again, I wondered about Clarissa's age but dared not 
ask for fear of what she might tell me.  I didn't want to know, I wanted only to continue 
to feast my eyes on her and enjoy the low whispers in which she spoke.

"I asked if your wife left you because that's what my mother did.  She ran off and left 
Daddy and me when I was four and moved to Rhode Island.  I'm going to see her now; it 
will be the first time in many years," She hung her head for a moment, something dark 
haunting her eyes. "She doesn't know I'm coming."

I sympathized even while I was unsure what that really meant.  Was she a runaway?  A 
criminal perhaps?  She seemed far too sweet to be the latter, but the runaway image 
inflamed me for some reason.  Without thinking, I placed my hand on her leg and patted, 
assuring her that it would probably be all right.  I was hard, so hard, and her smooth skin 
under my palm only worsened my condition.  I stroked for a moment, lingering above her 
knee.  She merely looked at me until I reluctantly pulled my hand away.

"It must be hard being all alone Tom."

"Yes, sometimes it's lonely.  My daughters have married and moved away so I don't get 
to see them or my grandchildren very often.  But I manage."

She turned and stared out the window, lost in thought and far away from that small bus.  
Worried that I'd upset her, I left her in peace and returned to my magazine, but I still felt 
her nearness, and my erection refused to go away.  

It must have been close to a half hour later that I looked up again.  Maybe it was her gaze 
pulling me, or just my own inner conscious reminding myself that I had a lovely girl 
sitting right beside me and that I should take full advantage of her beauty while I could.  
My breath caught in my throat when I saw her again. She was resting quietly, her head 
against the backrest, her angelic eyes open and fixed on me, her face in peaceful repose 
framed by all that glorious, silky hair.  Moist lips parted, she took shallow breaths, each 
inhalation somehow resounding in my head with the force of a hurricane.  As my eyes 
traveled lower, I caught sight of her tummy, the muscles refined and striking and calling 
out for a touch.  Her thighs were parted, those panties finally revealed in detail with little 
blue flowers decorating them.  At her sides her hands rested, palms up, open, relaxed.

I licked my lips and allowed emotion to wash over me.  I ached to touch this girl, this 
creature of openness and sexuality.  It was as if I were a youth again, excited by the 
presence of a female, yet it was deeper than that also.  Somehow, I felt her affection for 
me, though I had no idea why or how it manifested itself inside one so young and 
alluring.  My penis responded with a surge and at once my pants grew tight.  
Involuntarily, my hands twitched, wanting to reach out and trail a finger across those 
snug white panties.  To touch her would be paradise.

"Tom?" her whisper interrupted my enchantment, "Please Tom.  Do it.  Touch me."

The amazement I felt over her having read my thoughts soon gave way to the base need 
within me and I stretched out a trembling hand.  It hovered just over her knee for a 
moment, already absorbing the warmth of her skin, then it descended as a hang glider, 
slowly, gently, touching down on that coveted flesh and stroking her knee softly.  

Moving a tiny bit closer, Clarissa sighed her contentment.  Her face shone with pleasure 
as she accepted my touch.  She shifted her body down, the movement bringing her right 
leg across the middle seat and sending my palm higher along her thigh.  Those panties 
were within easy reach, the leg elastic just touching my finger.

I heard my breath quicken, oh God, she was so soft, and my senses were alive in a way 
they had not been for a long time.  Her exquisite scent drifted up to engage me further 
and I inhaled quickly so as not to miss even a hint of her smell.  Growing bold, I stroked, 
drawing circles on her skin much like the ones Clarissa had drawn on the window, each 
swipe contacting the fabric of her panties and pressing a little higher.

She opened her mouth slowly, extended her tongue, and drew it across her lips. They 
glittered in the soft light and a small moan escaped her.  At that sound, the hurricane in 
my head grew louder and I felt blood rush through my temples leaving a slow pounding 
roar in its wake.  My cock was leaking steadily and I was certain that one touch would 
have me releasing even more right inside my pants.

"Higher Tom.  Please?"  

Again with that husky voice, imploring me, urging me simply to touch her, to enjoy the 
softness of her skin.  I gulped and moved my fingers up the length of her thigh until her 
panties filled the palm of my hand.  She was so hot; her heat enveloped me, turning me 
on, making me crave her pleasure more than my own.

"Oh yes," she hissed, her voice a caress upon my tortured nerve endings.

Aroused beyond belief, I touched this young girl's mound, stroking insistently, my 
middle finger strong and firm across the unbelievably pliant flesh that was merely a 
fabric's width away.

I felt her clitoris harden under my fingers as Clarissa spread her legs wider. Reaching up 
a shaking hand, I switched off the reading lamp above us and turned all my attention onto 
the beautiful girl beside me.  I could not believe this was happening to me and my soul 
was filled with gratitude.  Clarissa was perfect in every way, at least to my inflamed 
mind, and I wanted to please her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

It felt like hours, but at the same time I was aware that time was passing swiftly.  I made 
no effort to take her all the way to orgasm, but simply kept on touching her, exploring her 
softness through her panties.  Filled with awe, I was so afraid that I would frighten her 
away and I wanted to avoid that at all costs.  Although I felt I needed to cum badly, I was 
prepared to leave things just as they were if that's what she wanted from me.  Simply put, 
I was hers and would do as she willed.  

"Where are you traveling to Tom?"  She asked, still in that arousing, husky voice.

Confused, I ceased my movements at once thinking she was done with me and wished to 
talk once more.

"Don't stop Tom.  Please?"  Although she smiled, I saw her dreamy eyes take on a 
tortured look.

I thought it would be impossible to answer her question with my soul so enraptured, but I 
found the composure I needed, resumed my strokes on her damp panties, and located my 
voice.  My answer came out stronger than I thought it would as I whispered that I was 
going to my home in Newport.

Clarissa sighed and I felt her legs begin to tremble under my touch.  

"That's where I'm going.  What a coincidence," she said, "faster, please."  

The last syllable she spoke was raised a decibel and she caught her lower lip between her 
teeth.  Freezing in that tight position for seconds that felt like minutes, Clarissa held still, 
then used her thighs to grind down hard onto my fingers. She clenched her body once 
more and in the very pale light, I saw her tummy tighten as a wave of pleasure rolled up 
her lithe body.  Was she cumming?  Oh dear God, what a sexy sight before me; my hand 
caught between her beautiful legs as she almost stealthily found pleasure in my touch.

I would never know for sure if she climaxed, but her body released a fresh flow of heady, 
thick juice that caused her panties to cling to the skin of her body.  If I pressed the fabric 
between my fingers, a little moisture would seep out to coat them.  I was so excited that I 
could barely restrain my own pleasure as my shaft throbbed and my balls ached.

Clarissa smiled at me and reached down, covering my hand with hers.  She stopped my 
movements and let her fingertips tickle the back of my hand as she leaned over and 
kissed my cheek.  She raised my damp fingers and kissed each one gently.

"Sweet Tom."  She whispered, then excused herself to go the bathroom, which was just a 
step or two away from us.

While she was gone, I let out a heavy sigh and tentatively reached for my hard penis.  I 
squeezed gently and took a deep breath as every nerve in my body cried out for attention.  
My mind floated, caught up in her youth and beauty, and I felt I wanted to keep Clarissa 
with me forever.  When she returned a few moments later, I was in a reasonably calm 
state, but overjoyed to see her again.

"Clarissa?  Are you all right honey?"  My question was valid.  I was afraid I'd hurt her 
self-esteem by allowing passion to overcome good sense.  This girl didn't know me and I 
should not have taken advantage of her sweetness.

She fumbled in a bag at her feet and removed a bottle of water from which she drank 
deeply, before offering it to me.  I accepted surprised by my boyish desire to place my 
lips where hers had just touched.  What spell had this girl cast on me?

"Tom, don't worry.  I'm fine.  Please don't feel guilty.  I wanted you to touch me; I even 
asked you to.  Remember?"

I took a drink and looked into her eyes, trying not to notice the way they glittered in the 
absence of real light.  A passing semi's headlights washed over her and I could see her 
smile more clearly, as well as the look on her face.  It was serene and happy.  My soul 
rejoiced.

"I do remember, Clarissa, but I've never done a thing like this before," I whispered. 
"You're so sweet and trusting.  I don't want to hurt you in any way."

"You haven't and you won't.  I can tell you're a decent man Tom, otherwise this would 
never have happened.  Please don't feel bad.  I want you to feel as good as I do.  Okay?"

I met her concerned glance and gave her a smile.  She returned it and moved to the 
middle seat laying her head on my shoulder.  Her lilac smell drifted up to me and I closed 
my eyes as a feeling of such good will filled my mind.

"Okay."  I said, "And I do feel good, honey."

"How long do you think it will be before we get to Newport?"  She asked.

"Oh, less than an hour for sure."

"Good.  I'm so tired Tom.  What time is it?"

"It's nearly eleven o'clock."

"So tired."  Her whisper was the last thing I heard as sleep took her.

Even though I had not gotten any relief, I was blissfully happy sitting there with 
Clarissa's head on my shoulder.  I stroked her skin and smoothed the hair from her face 
as she slumbered against me.  My mind created all sorts of interesting scenarios that 
featured the sexy young girl and though I knew it was foolish to do so, I made up my 
mind to ask for her telephone number.  Perhaps then, if she were indeed underage, she 
would tell me so.

She woke as we pulled into the bus station and a moment of sharp regret coursed through 
my heart.  I might never see her again, and I realized that I wanted to with all my heart.  I 
almost cried as I saw her gathering her things and stuffing them into her bag.  Plucking 
up a little courage, I called to her.

"Clarissa?"

Her eyes met mine as the driver turned on the overhead lights.  I blinked as she was 
presented to me more completely than ever and I thought again how lovely she really 
was.

"What?"

"Well, I was thinking that if you got lonely, or bored, or anything like that while you're 
here in Newport... well... I dunno, maybe I could take you out or something.  You could 
give me a telephone number... or I-I could give you mine... and then, well, maybe we 
could go out...."

I trailed off, embarrassed and uncomfortable, but Clarissa only smiled and squeezed my 
hand.

"I'd love that Tom, I really would.  But...."

"Yes?  What is it?"

"The truth is, I have no idea where I'm going, so I have no number to give you.  I came 
here ready to see my mother, but I have to find her first, and in the meantime, I guess I'm 
sort of homeless.  I had thought maybe there was a shelter or some place free where I 
could stay until I figure out what I'm going to do.  Do you know of a place like that?"  

Her explanation came out innocently, but the affect it had on me was dramatic.  I was 
horrified at the thought of this sweet girl left out for the predators.  Visions of her terribly 
molested body filled my mind, and I made up my mind right then and there; I was taking 
her home with me.

"Clarissa, please don't take this wrong, but I can't bear the thought of you with no place 
to go.  I'd consider it an honor and a personal favor if you'd come to my house and take a 
guestroom until you find your mother, or until you find more suitable arrangements.  It's 
not safe out there.  Please say you will."

I heard everything I said rush out of me, and I thought how stupid I sounded, but it was 
from the heart and I prayed she would agree.  She regarded me seriously, and then 
nodded her head.  

"One condition though, Tom."

"Of course my dear.  Anything."

"You have to let me make you breakfast in the morning."

I laughed, nodded, and took her arm.  We walked in single file down the narrow 
passageway and finally departed the bus.

It took a little while to collect our bags and hail a cab.  Clarissa had only a single 
backpack and a small shoulder bag.  What I guessed were her only possessions in the 
world could be contained in so small a space; that realization humbled me.

The ride home was quiet.  Clarissa was thoughtful and leaned against me for support as 
she stared out the window watching the city lights speed by.  When we pulled up to my 
house in the suburbs, she expressed her pleasure in a drawn out exclamation.  It really 
was a beautiful place.  My late wife had taken such care of our home, and I had tried to 
keep her gardens as she left them.  I smiled and led Clarissa into my home.

She looked around as I put our things away.  Out of all three empty bedrooms, Clarissa 
chose the starkest.  It truly was a guest room and neither of my two daughters had ever 
occupied it except for the odd occasions when our house filled with visiting guests.  I 
marveled at the girl's intuitive perceptions.  I also admired that she respected my family 
so much that she tried to keep her presence minimal.

We were both exhausted, so we had a nice, friendly conversation over a glass of milk and 
went upstairs where we parted company for the night.  After my shower, I hit the bed and 
fell asleep immediately, feeling good that I had helped a nice young lady out that day.

I thought I was dreaming; indeed I had great difficulty distinguishing real life from the 
wispy dream like feel of a soft warm body snuggling next to mine.  When I opened my 
eyes, however, there she was.  Sweet little Clarissa, naked save for a small white t-shirt 
and fresh panties. She smelled of Zest soap and I realized her hair was damp.  She'd 
taken a shower then come to me in my bed.

I shook my head at her and tried to look stern.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to do this.  I expect nothing from you.  Please, go back to 
your room now."

The bulge in my pajamas tried to argue with me, but I remained in control, aware of the 
fragile nature of this soft young body beside me. But Clarissa only smiled.

"You didn't really believe I wasn't going to come to you, did you, Tom?  I could hardly 
wait until I got the water dried off to come in here and get into bed with you.  I want you.  
Please, say you want me too.  Please?"

All I could do was stare at her.  My God, she was so lovely, and the tenderness I felt for 
her was unreal.  I could be her father for Christ's sake.  Maybe even her grandfather.  It 
was then that I knew I had to ask.  I had to find out how old she was because I wanted to 
make love to her right there in my bed.

"Clarissa, I have to ask, sweetheart.  How old are you?"

"How old should I be?  What age is all right Tom?"  Her brown eyes revealed the depth 
of her emotion as they bored into mine.  "I think I'm in love with you.  Please, make love 
to me.  Please Tom."

I groaned and threw the covers back.  Sitting up, I reached out and drew my hand down 
her beautiful face.

"Tell me, Clarissa."

She sighed.  "Okay, I turned eighteen two weeks ago.  I'm sorry I'm not older.  I'm sorry 
I'm not the woman you need."  

Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at me, her face mirroring the pain she felt.  I 
crushed her body to mine and held her head close to me as she cried.  I whispered how 
sorry I was, how incredibly sorry.  I tried to explain that I had children older than her and 
even though she was eighteen and not the child I feared she was, I just couldn't reconcile 
the age difference, but she only cried harder.  I left her in my bed after she fell asleep, 
hesitant to disturb her, but I moved far away and thought about her for a long time before 
sleep claimed my tired body.

Ham.  Yes, the wonderful smell of frying ham woke me.  I realized that I was very 
hungry so I dressed and went downstairs.  Clarissa stood in the kitchen whisking eggs in 
a large stainless steel bowl and tending the frying pan.  She was still wearing only the 
skimpy t-shirt and panties that she'd slept in the night before, but the warm smile on her 
face lifted my spirits.  

She handed me a cup of coffee and told me to sit down and talk to her while she cooked.  
I was glad to see that she felt better, but I could not help allowing my gaze to roam her 
body.  She was small, very small.  Standing about five feet tall, I guessed she couldn't 
weigh much over one hundred pounds, if that.  As she moved this way and that, 
scrambling eggs and making toast, I observed her quiet grace and found myself once 
more enraptured by her nearness.  Her breasts were small, I could see that well under the 
thin top that covered them, but her nipples stood out tall, pressing enticingly against her 
shirt.

Once more, my cock began to swell and lust flowed through my veins, invigorating me.  
She barely took notice of me as she was caught up in her work.  She rummaged through 
my cabinets, searching for this spice or that ingredient.  It was clear she was at home in 
the kitchen, which almost belied her other persona of a worldly young lady, but it made 
me happy to have her there.

I retrieved the Saturday paper from the porch, sat back down and began to read as 
Clarissa cooked for me.  At some point, she began to sing a folk song.  Her voice was 
sweet, clearly ringing in each note perfectly and dropping to that husky sexual sound for 
the low notes.  She was quite enchanting and I found myself humming along under my 
breath.  Every now and then I felt her look at me and we spent the time before our meal 
smiling at each other like a couple of high school sweethearts.

At last, the tantalizing smells became real food and I ate heartily of the meal that Clarissa 
had provided me.  I couldn't believe how delicious everything tasted and I enjoyed her 
look of pleasure as I told her over and over how great a cook she was.

"Well, I did go to chef school in Tampa, but I've cooked nearly all my life.  After my 
mother left us, Daddy taught me what he knew, which wasn't much, and the rest I just 
picked up over the years.  I hope to open my own restaurant one day; it's my dream, and 
Daddy always said if anyone could do it, I could."  

Her eyes glowed with passion as she talked about her love of cooking, but I was more 
intrigued about her father.  It was obvious that she loved him a great deal and I found it 
hard to believe she would just leave him and travel so far away.

"Can you tell me about your father, Clarissa?"  I asked gently.

Tears filled her eyes and I regretted my question.  Apologies spilled from my lips as I 
held her hand and tried to comfort her.

"No Tom, it's alright.  It's just that Daddy died last month right before my birthday and I 
miss him so much."  She said.  "He was a poor man, though he worked hard all his life.  
After he died, I lived in our apartment until most of the money was gone.  I used what 
was left to buy my bus ticket and I left everything else behind with our neighbor.  She 
said she'd try to sell what she could and mail me a check as soon as I give her an 
address."

Once more the courage of this young lady touched my heart.  I gave her a hug, relieved 
when she offered me a smile in return.  I rose from the table and began cleaning the 
kitchen against her vehement protests, but I managed to convince her to go and get 
dressed so I could show her a little of the city.

I was just putting the last dish in the cupboard when Clarissa joined me again.  This time 
she wore a pretty blue sundress and we left the house to spend a quiet Saturday out on the 
town.  To my surprise about the only things she was interested in were the old churches 
and their lovely stained glass windows, the parks, and the restaurants downtown.  I 
laughed and told her we couldn't possibly eat at them all in just one day, and she giggled 
back at me and told me she just wanted to look at them.  

When lunchtime came, I took her to a very quiet bistro that served delicious and 
interesting foods and enjoyed watching her devour everything on her plate.  Somehow I 
was proud that my dining choice had impressed her and I let those feelings fill my heart 
as she put her arm in mine for our walk back home.  

Home.  I was beginning to think of it as her home too, which was silly and dangerous to 
my heart, but I didn't care enough to stop myself.  Clarissa was a delightful woman and I 
found myself wishing she could stay with me and make my home into hers as well.

It was late afternoon when we arrived at the house, and we decided to watch a movie.  
She snuggled close and laid her head on my shoulder just as she did on the bus.  Smiling 
inside, and turned on once more, I allowed her to cuddle deeper into me and I let her put 
her hand on my chest and stroke me through my t-shirt.  Something inside me told me to 
stop it, but I was helpless and she felt so good to me that all I could do was enjoy her 
attention.

We dozed off, lulled to sleep by the warmth of each other, and full bellies.  Some hours 
later, the television showed only static when I opened my eyes to a dusk darkened living 
room.  I craned my neck and managed to get a glance at my watch.  It was after nine 
o'clock already; we must have been exhausted.  I sat still, feeling every breath Clarissa 
took as she slept against me.  

I believe I could have stayed there forever, her soft body cradled in my arms, her face 
pressing into my neck, her sweet breath against my throat.  But she woke up not long 
after I did, yawning and stretching before giving me a dazzling smile.  Her eyes were 
sleepy, soft, and incredibly sexy, and my reaction was all too predictable as my penis 
once more began to swell.

Of course, Clarissa noticed and leaned in, bringing her face to a fraction of an inch before 
mine.  She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently tugged me forward.

"Kiss me, Tom," she breathed, licking her lips.

I couldn't stop it, and I didn't want to.  I let her pull me closer, once more afraid that if I 
moved she would run away like a scared fox.  We kissed, our lips barely touching.  My 
head began to throb again, but it was not unpleasant.  Clarissa controlled the movement 
and I happily, eagerly, allowed her to have her way.  She snaked out her tongue and 
brought it forward to trace the outline of my mouth, exploring me, her eyes open and 
smoky.  I moaned and struggled for composure, but she only gave a throaty laugh and 
avoided my searching mouth.

"Shh," she whispered. "Do you want me?"

I hesitated.  Like a fool, I hesitated.  She sensed it at once and sadly drew away, her 
shoulders slumping with disappointment.  I could only watch in agony as she began to 
withdraw.

"Clarissa, no!"  I cried out suddenly, "Come here, please." 

Shining with new life she turned back to me, her face expectant.

"Oh, I love you darling.  I love you so much."  I whispered, stroking her dark hair.

"I love you too, Tom.  Let's be happy, okay?"

I drew her back to me and this time took her all the way into my arms.  Her face was so 
close, so lovely, and her lips were damp and parted.  I covered them with mine and kissed 
her deeply.  Her response was something I'd never experienced before and it took my 
breath away.   Hungry, and so alive, she accepted my shy tongue eagerly.  She sucked it 
inside herself and teased its length with her own.   Where I was tentative, she was bold, 
searching for joy without restraint.  I felt her adjust her breathing, her passion coming to 
the surface with great vigor and before I even realized it, she had unfastened my trousers 
and was pushing them down my hips.

Dumbly, I lifted and let her take them off of me.  At last, my cock was free and she stood 
looking at it for a moment.  Her eyes were glittering from the soft glow of the kitchen 
light as it filtered through the doorway; there had never been a more beautiful or sexy 
creature in the world and I truly adored everything about her.  She lifted her dress and 
took it off, at last giving me a look at her body almost totally nude.  

All I could do was stare and breathe a little faster.  God, she was gorgeous.   She was 
small, but she was clearly all woman.  Her waist was tiny and delicate and her beautiful 
breasts bobbed sexily with every breath she inhaled.  I looked at the spot where her 
panties dipped in to meet the flesh of her golden thighs and I could only imagine the 
delights that place held for me.  My temples began that beat again and the room seemed 
to spin as Clarissa looked down at my waiting body and slowly peeled her panties down 
her bare legs.

"I'm going to love you, Tom.  Don't stop me," she whispered, proud and naked.  "Please, 
don't stop me."

I nodded and caught my breath; she was approaching me now slowly.   I saw her stretch 
out one leg and drape it across my lap.  She rose up and stood straddling me on the sofa.  
Right in front of my face was her beautiful, tiny pussy.  It was almost hairless and I could 
see that she was aroused and wet, her fragrance assaulting my senses until I nearly fainted 
with desire.  

Reaching down, she rubbed the flattened palm of her hand over her mound until it 
glistened from her juices.  I heard her moan, and looking up I saw that her eyes were 
mere slits as she stared down at me.  She began to rotate her hips, slinging her body back 
and forth, then side to side in a tantalizingly slow rhythm as she rubbed herself open.  Her 
breaths were coming short and shallow, and she spread herself for me as she rocked 
silently.  

"See Tom?  Oh God, I want you so much," she groaned.

I answered with a groan of my own and tried to touch her with my tongue.  She sank 
down a fraction and shifting back, settled her clitoris right onto the tip of my tongue 
before letting those lips close around me as much as she could.  

"Do it slow sweetheart.  Lick me slowly and let me cum right on your tongue."  

I couldn't believe the words that were slipping so seductively out of the mouth of this 
angel.  Her voice was low and sexy, her moans excruciatingly deep.  My cock grew 
swiftly and I longed to push it inside her, but she wanted pleasure from me first and she 
was going to get it.  

I moved experimentally, my body shaking, my heart pounding.  I flexed my tongue 
against her, instantly feeling her answering jolt and hearing the hiss of pleasure that tore 
from her throat.  Her clitoris was hard and swelling rapidly.  She whispered for me to go 
slow one more time, then she completely lost herself in the moment.  

It was torture to go slow, I wasn't even sure that I knew how, but somehow I managed to 
control myself and spent some time exploring her with my lips and tongue.  Unable to 
resist, I plunged into her heat with one movement and was rewarded instantly by a flood 
of sweet, thick juices as they flowed into my mouth.  Suckling now, I closed my lips 
around the full of her soft lips and drank from her.  She whimpered and began to grind 
her pussy into my face.

"Yes," she whispered. "Make me cum."

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, I brought my hands up to cup her buttocks.  She was so 
firm, yet so soft, and she responded to every touch I made.  Pulling her forward with my 
hands on her bottom, I dared to pick up my speed.  I held her in place as she thrashed 
above my head, her hair whipping about her face and her body trembling.  I used my 
tongue to snake up through her slippery labia, pressing it against her clitoris, lapping at it 
until she doubled over, put her hands on my back and began to hump my face.

She was so exciting, so turned on, and she wanted me.  I couldn't believe it, and my 
appreciation showed in the movements my mouth made upon her softness.  I lashed at her 
clitoris repeatedly, supremely satisfied when her grunts of pleasure reached my ears.   
She tilted back, her hips widening just a fraction, her sex slipping open, and all I could 
think about was falling into her and drowning.

"Oh Tom," she groaned, clenching her tummy tight as she began to ride with the 
pleasure.  "I'm going to cum."

And she did.  This time, there was no doubt about her climax as she clutched my head 
and rubbed her delicious pussy against my face.  I sucked up all that she could give me 
and tightened my grip on her waist.  Easing her down as slowly as I could, I laid her on 
the couch and continued to feed from the center of her body while she trembled and 
released over and over.  Her whimpers began to die away as her contractions lessened 
and I rested my cheek against her thigh listening to her whispered words of love.

When she had calmed, she rose up on one elbow and lifted my face in her small hand.  I 
saw that her eyes were filled with tears.  Concerned, I tried to question her, but she 
shushed me and smiled, pulling me up until my face was close enough to kiss.  Tenderly, 
she pulled my tongue into her mouth and tasted herself, kissing me with gentle passion.  I 
could only stare at her as she pulled away.

Moving to position myself above her, I was surprised when she stopped me, indicating 
that I should lie down.  Like a little boy, I did, exposing my aging body to her without 
fear.  I could see the love that she held for me in her soft brown eyes and I was no longer 
afraid.

Her hair fell forward as she took me into her hand, a soft sigh of delight slipping from her 
throat.  Wanting to see her, I reached down and gathered her hair into one hand and held 
it across her shoulder.  She smiled up at me, sinking to her knees on the floor and 
tightening her grip.  I moved reflexively, the feel of her tiny hand wrapped around my 
large cock almost too much to take.  She pumped twice, then lowered her head and 
breathed on me.  I held my own breath.  Was she going to take me into her sweet, little 
mouth, or was she going to stroke me until I squirted my seed onto her lips?  

I had to wait an agonizingly long time as she just looked at me, testing my hardness with 
alternating squeezes, and tiny little pumps.  I moaned and opened my lips to beg, but as 
usual, she sensed my need and lowered her lips until they covered the crown of my hard 
cock. 

The groan that slipped from my throat surprised even me in its intensity.  I felt my balls 
tighten; I struggled to move, and then reached down to pull her away.

She knew already, but she teased me anyway with a question in her eyes.  I choked out 
another ragged moan before I finally found my voice.

"Don't darling.  You'll make me cum too soon.  I want to make love to you."

She paused a moment, then reached for my shaft again.  

"So you shall my love, but I need to taste you first."  

I gasped as she swallowed my length without warning, my balls heaving dangerously.  
She gripped the flesh at the base of my cock and pinched hard, extracting a hiss of pain 
from my throat, but also effectively delaying my orgasm.  I watched then, content to let 
her do as she wanted, but my juice started to boil again almost immediately.  It wouldn't 
be long before I was squirting into her mouth and the anticipation was as sweet as the feel 
of her lips tugging at my flesh.

That she obviously had experience did not trouble me.  In fact, I was glad of it and still 
thought of her as an innocent child.  Her innocence was in her perception of the world 
around her and the way she looked at everything with wonder and joy.  Half the male 
population of the world could have touched her and she would still have been innocent to 
me.  

Struggling hard to retain at least a little control, I watched her head move as she began an 
excruciatingly sexy up and down motion.  Her lips were like velvet, rough and smooth at 
once and it was as if I could feel every pore open up to absorb the essence of myself that 
was now extruding from the tip of my cock.  Clarissa sucked as she moved, sighing deep 
in her throat at every ounce of precum that touched her tongue.

"Mmm," I murmured, "feels good honey."

She lifted off, stared at me for a second then resumed her sucking with fresh hunger.  
After only a moment of her exquisite strokes of tongue on cock, I stiffened my buttocks 
and groaned as I felt the moment of orgasm approach.  Taking heed of the changes in my 
body, Clarissa lifted off once more and nudged my thighs apart.  I moaned in protest but 
did not attempt to stop her.

She fisted my cock but did not pull.  Lowering her head, she nuzzled her nose against my 
balls and inhaled my scent.  My thighs trembled and I flexed, propelling my cock 
upwards through her slippery hand.  Very slowly, she slid that velvety tongue out, 
heavily wetted with her saliva and began a torturous exploration of the tight skin that 
housed my testicles.  I could not contain my groans any longer and heard them thunder 
loudly through the still air.  My cock heaved again and she paused long enough to sweep 
the fresh juice away that had seeped out and then she returned her attention to my balls.  

Every lick was like a wave of fire, every stroke a surge of new pleasure, and all the while 
her grip on my cock never changed.  She kept a firm hold as she moved her tongue all 
over and around my balls.  I was moaning constantly and subconsciously seeking to 
climax, thrusting my hips and flexing my body, but Clarissa remained in control.  She 
surrounded both balls at the same time and licked passionately, her hard little tongue 
stabbing at my sensitive flesh.  I reached down with my other hand and pressed her 
closer.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and I licked my lips, thirsty for the taste of her.  
Now, she was moving faster, her head a blur of motion as she tongued my balls over and 
over.  I felt her teeth touch down and nearly came when she pulled with them, stretching 
my skin even tighter.  Her fingers replaced her teeth, pulling my flesh taut as she ran her 
tongue repeatedly over the hard little balls themselves.

Orgasm was imminent and I sought no control; I merely moaned and shuddered as the 
first wave rose from my balls and traveled the length of my hard shaft.  It surprised me, 
but not Clarissa.  Instantly she was in place, her sexy mouth forming a perfect oval as she 
readied herself to accept my juice.

"Oh Clarissa.  Oh baby, I'm cumming."  I groaned.

She whimpered and extended her tongue.  I watched in disbelief as my cum fired out of 
my cock in several long, drawn out bursts and sweet Clarissa hungrily drank it all down.  
Blast after blast hit her extended tongue and she only searched for more.  When the last 
stream had been accepted and swallowed, she sank her lips down and suckled while I 
trembled, then she ceased her movements and simply held me in her mouth.  My 
heartbeat slowed eventually, my breath returned to normal, and I felt love stronger than 
anything I'd ever felt before.

I reached down and lifted her up to me, kissing her deeply and tasting my own seed.  Her 
movements were sexual but not hungry; I could tell that she wanted to be held and I was 
more than happy to comply.  We rested there, she in my arms, and me in paradise until 
night had fallen completely.

It must have been fifteen minutes later that she began to stir.  I felt her stretch languidly 
and I heard a sigh of contentment.  I hugged her hard, then found her gaze with my own.  
Wondering if she could see all the emotion I felt, I opened my mouth to speak, to thank 
her, to tell her I loved her, but she shushed me with a finger to my lips.

"Shh, I know Tom.  Let's get something to eat now, okay?"

Blinking in surprise, I laughed and helped her get up.  We dressed, she in what seemed to 
be her favorite attire, a pair of panties, and me in my boxer shorts before we went to the 
kitchen together to raid the refrigerator.

Clarissa chose cheese and leftover ham.  We sat on the floor in the semi dark and 
munched quietly.  I stole glances at her face, looking perhaps for regret, and was thrilled 
time and again when I saw instead, only happiness.  We ate from the refrigerator until our 
bellies were full and our bodies had returned to normal.  Clarissa leaned over, kissed me 
and stood up.

"It's getting late.  I'm going to take a shower now.  Meet you in bed?"

Smiling, I pulled my body up and gave her a hug.  "Yeah, I'll grab a shower after you, 
then I'll be there."

Taking my time, I locked up the house and turned off the lights and by the time I got 
upstairs, the bathroom was empty.  Her scent was still there, however, and I spent some 
enjoyable time inhaling her fragrance as I started the water.  My bliss was complete and 
even if it lasted only a night or two, I could now die a satisfied man.  As much as I'd 
loved my wife, making love to her had no passion and I aimed to make up for lost time 
with this sexy young girl that had somehow fallen into my life.

The bedroom was dark save for the moon shining through the window above the bed.  
Clarissa lay there quietly, her long hair fanning out around her, naked and sweet.  
Patterns danced across her body as the curtains billowed gently in the wind.  

"Come to me Tom, I want you so much."

Her smile was luminous.  The towel wrapped around my waist fell to the floor as I 
approached her.  Raising her hand, she took mine and tugged.  I felt no regret as I joined 
her in our bed.  I stroked her tummy and kissed her cheeks while she ran her hands up my 
back.  She was like a soft piece of cloth, pliable, silky, and clinging.  Even now, before I 
had touched her intimately, she was hungry for me and had no hesitation about letting me 
know.

I let my lips trail down her neck until she moaned in my ear, my body responding 
strongly to the sounds she made.  She smelled like fresh air and citrus, and her damp hair 
so soft in my hands.  Looking at her, it was difficult to decide where to touch her first, but 
her breasts beckoned, the rosy pink nipples standing at attention, the creamy coffee color 
so enticing.  I took her left one in my hand.  It was so small, so deliciously perfect.  I held 
still, allowing only my thumb to move, using it to barely touch that gorgeous bud.  

"Oh Tom," she moaned, writhing sensuously in my arms.

Moving without caution, but with extreme care, I lowered my head and pulled her nipple 
into my mouth.  She moaned again and moved her body upward.  My tongue caressed 
her, drawing sighs of pleasure from her throat as I bathed her nipple again and again.  My 
hand cupped her sweet flesh, holding her breast in place as I feasted on her taste. 

My other hand tickled her ribcage and she shivered in my arms.  Slowly, I stroked down 
her tummy again, delighted at her softness.  Lower still, I moved to her inner thigh and 
felt her flesh give way as her legs parted for me.  I had touched this thigh before, on the 
bus, but it was even sweeter here in my own bed.  In our bed.

Her other nipple begged for attention and I leaned over to give it the same treatment.  
Clarissa twisted her fingers in my hair and gasped.  Her body was trembling 
uncontrollably and her labored, excited breathing aroused my body to extreme 
proportions.  As she tugged at me, and begged for pleasure without words, I enjoyed the 
feel of her body in my arms and the sound of her moans in my ear.

She was urgent now, pushing at me, leading me down the path of her desire.  I met the 
challenge of her ferocity with my own hunger, rising up on one elbow to drink in her 
beauty before lowering myself once more to attend to her needs.  

"Tom, I need you.  I want you inside me.  Please, fuck me."

My heart lurched and my body trembled at her words.  I rose up once more and kissed 
her, my tongue firmly seeking entry.  I would not be denied and she surrendered 
underneath me, groaning into my mouth as she tongued me as passionately as I kissed 
her.  When I made to leave her lips, she caught my lower lip in her teeth, biting down 
gently and then she was sucking on me, teasing me, arousing me. 

Her juices were really flowing now, the aroma exciting me as much as her body did.  I 
leaned down and looked at her sex in the moonlight.  God, it was so beautiful; she was so 
beautiful.  Moist, and open, her labia were fragrant flowers, their petals as silky as the 
finest rose, and her clit shone like a hard, shiny pebble.  My temples began to throb and 
my cock released a stream of precum as Clarissa shuddered beneath me.

....I have to taste her again.  Her sweetness, her cum....

And I leaned closer and opened her up with shaking fingers.  Her growl of pleasure was 
incendiary, inciting my own lust to fiery heights.  I saw her juices shimmer in the light 
and my mouth watered to taste her.  

Groaning loudly, I licked her pussy.  I drove my tongue in deeply and lapped like a 
starving child.  Earlier, she had been in control, but now it was my turn and I vowed to 
myself to feel that hard clitoris convulse on my tongue.

"T-Tom, oh god."

"Shh, I love you... let me love you."

And she was lost, thrusting her trim body with strength that amazed me.  I stabbed at her 
pussy, inserting my tongue then withdrawing it coated with sweet, female pleasure juice.  
She whimpered and pumped, searching for my tongue, finding it, and then clamping 
down until I pulled away.

I placed my hands under her buttocks and easily lifted her closer.  Her legs fell apart 
gracefully and she was completely vulnerable to me, her body poised and tight, yet 
relaxed and accepting.  I could not get enough of her and used my tongue to dig deeper, 
feeling her muscles contract around me and draw me in even more.  

Again and again, I sucked at her pussy, my lips surrounding her clitoris and holding it 
still to accept the assault of my tongue on her hard flesh.

....cum for me angel... fill my mouth....

Her moans became wails of pleasure and I knew she was on the verge.  I knew that she 
hovered on the precipice and only needed me to send her into the deepest of pleasure.  I 
reinforced my tongue with my fingers and slid them inside her cavity.  It was so tight, so 
soft, and so hot.  Like lava, she surrounded my fingers with firm heat and milked at them 
as my tongue began to sweep her clit with strokes of lightening.

"Mmm," she wheezed, "yes... oh y-yes!"

Faster now, I licked, I sucked, I ate.  I wanted to consume her from the inside out and I 
craved the sweetness of her explosion into my mouth.  Suddenly, a deep, low-pitched 
wail began to rise from her chest.  She bore down on me and I felt her pussy give way.  
Amazed and turned on beyond belief, I felt her muscles seize, then relax again and again 
as my angel began to cum.

....oh god, oh yes, cum baby... cum.... 

"T-Tom... I'm cumming...." and that was all she could manage as her words dissolved 
into helpless moans.  

Clenching the sheets beside her, she heaved in my arms and filled my mouth with a 
steady flow of girl cum.  I lifted my eyes and watched her tight tummy roll upwards in 
the finest dance a woman can perform and my cock ached to slip inside her.

When her convulsions died away, I lifted my body and got on my knees between her 
thighs.  Her face was a mask of pleasure, but need was still there.  She wanted me inside 
her.  She wanted me to make love to her gently, then fuck her relentlessly.

I felt her grasp my hips and draw me closer.  I felt her take my cock into her shaking 
hands and rub it down the length of her still oozing pussy.  I heard her groan sharply and 
I fell against her, the first touch of her wet pussy against my hard cock making my head 
spin with lust.

"Oh... Clarissa... oh baby."

"Love me Tom."

I wriggled until I felt her lips begin to spread.  She melted and hummed, opening her legs 
wider and tossing her head against the pillow.

"Tom, yes darling.  Please?"

I throbbed and pressed.  

"Ohhhh..."

I pushed again, her pussy so tight, so hot.  Working hard, I eased my cockhead in a 
fraction at a time and Clarissa whimpered her delight.  She came alive beneath me, 
moving upwards ever so gently as she sought to fill the void within her.  Moving my 
hands down to her thighs, I held her open and still as I pumped just the head of my cock 
in and out of her pussy.

.... Oh, she's so good, so hot....

Denied for so long, Clarissa could no longer contain herself.  The muscles in her legs and 
belly began to work hard as she slid up and imbedded my cock into the liquid heat of her 
pussy.  I moaned aloud and clutched at her legs, but she only moved faster.  It was as if I 
was lying still and she was fucking me and once more, I knew little control as little 
Clarissa pleasured herself with my body.

Sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt myself spinning.  Looking down, I saw how 
pretty she was, how incredibly sexy with those smoky eyes and that grimace of lust 
locked into place.  My body made its move, drowning willingly in her heat, and I began 
to fuck her.  My hips pushed up and down and my lips searched for any part of her skin 
to attach themselves to.  I licked and sucked at her neck, them drove my tongue into her 
mouth as she fucked me right back with as much energy as I could match.

Grunting and whispering my lust aloud, I pulled out and slammed back inside.  She 
sucked me right in and pumped at me with her pussy.  When I could no longer move fast 
enough, or deep enough to please her, she locked her legs around my waist and moved 
like a piston swallowing my length, then falling off again only to repeat the movement.  

The walls of her pussy tugged at my cock, massaging me with her mysterious textures 
and urging me to deposit my seed inside.  I was approaching orgasm swiftly, and from 
the increasing tightness of her pussy, I knew she was also.

"Fuck me Tom.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Oh god, just fuck me and love me and cum in me."

I groaned a final time and drew out almost completely.  She drove herself up hungrily 
and took me back into place and I surrendered without hesitation, knowing she was there 
herself.  Each time I pulled out, the urgent caress of her pussy took me one step closer to 
orgasm and she worked hard to make it for both of us.

With a growl, I held still, determined to stave off my climax, and Clarissa moved once 
more with speed that astounded me.  She grasped my buttocks close, letting her feet find 
purchase, then she tumbled us both over until she was sitting completely on all of my 
cock.  

Before I could even move, she planted her feet beside us, her body in a crouch, and began 
to ride my cock hard and fast.  Her hair flew around her as she pumped her body 
repeatedly.  My cock was in sweet agony, feeling every muscle, every groove, every 
contraction as her pussy clamped down like a milking machine.  Guttural cries flew from 
my mouth and I held on to her hips, my seed rising in sharp, powerful, insanely 
pleasurable bursts from my throbbing balls.  

"Yes, Tom... yes darling fill my pussy.  Give me your cum."

And then she lost control, her entire body quivering, cumming so strongly that I felt as 
though I was trapped in velvet vice.  As she writhed above me in orgasm, I emptied my 
balls deep into her belly, whimpering, groaning, and loving her completely.

Still at last, Clarissa lay draped across me. I cuddled her tenderly and together we drifted 
to sleep. I realized that no matter what the future held, I was content to love her forever.











