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The Incident with Denise  -  pt 1    Mg oral reluc

I had just turned 42 when I lost my wife.  She was riding home
from a volunteer activity in another town nearby when a drunk
driver swerved onto the wrong side of the road and plowed into
their car head-on.

Her friend Angela who was driving, never had a chance and died on
impact.  My wife Sheila made it to the hospital and was able to
hang on for several hours before she slipped into a coma and
died.

For four months I felt like my life was over and there was no
reason to carry on.  What was I going to do?  I went to work in
the morning, did my job and then came home to a lonely house and
my TV each night.  On weekends I sat inside.  I didn't go to
games with my friends or mow the lawn or tend the roses.  I just
stayed alone and thought about how much I missed my wonderful
wife.

Our daughter Cynthia came home from college after school was out
for the summer.  She immediately took over the house and tried to
get it back into shape.  It seems that I hadn't been much
interested in doing housework either so she spent a full two
weeks cleaning and straightening and doing all the things that I
hadn't done since Sheila died.

Cyndi's best friend all thru high school was named Denise.  She
had been around our home almost as much as Cyndi those last four
years and she was treated like our own daughter.  What a pair
they made.  Cyndi was built like her mother.  She had long wavy
brown hair that turned auburn when the sun hit it just right. 
Cyndi stands 67" and weighs about 125 lbs.  Nice round hips and
ass lead up to a curvy waist and then flow smoothly upward toward
her rather large breasts.  And oh those breasts are something! 
Like her mother, Cyndi has large round boobs that have just
enough sag to let anyone who is looking know that they are
definitely real and natural.  Her long wavy hair flows around her
face and accentuates her lips and sparkling brown eyes.  Cyndi
isn't exactly a sex goddess, but she does turn heads when she
walks by.

Denise is almost Cyndi's opposite in so many ways.  Denise is
short at barely 5 ft tall and she is only 95 lbs.  She is tiny in
most other respects too.  Short blond hair that is cut in a
pageboy style around the wire-rim glasses she likes so well that
cover her sparkling green eyes.  Where Cyndi's boobs are large
and round, Denise has a small set of 33" ones that are maybe a B
cup.  Her waist is tiny and her ass is tight and small.  When you
see Denise the word 'mini' comes to mind.  Unlike Cynthia who had
to leave our town to go to a big-time university, Denise had
elected to stay here and attend the local college where she was
majoring in Computer Science and Information Technologies.  The
other major difference with Denise is in her eyes.  Her eyes are
always sparkling with a mischievous look that tells you she is
about to get into some sort of trouble.  That and her
ever-present smile make her a real pleasure to be with almost
anytime.

Last Wednesday Cyndi came into the den while I was watching TV at
night.  I had been channel surfing since there wasn't much on and
finally just turned the thing off.  She sat down alongside me and
started to talk.

"Daddy, can we talk?"

"Sure sweetheart.  What do you want to talk about?"

"Dad", she said, "you just can't keep going on like this."

"What do you mean honey?"

"Dad, you need to get back into life.  Mom is gone.  I miss her
too and I can only imagine how much you miss her, but she is GONE
and now we need to go on.  That's what Mom would want us both to
do.  Go on and live our lives."

"You're right honey.  We need to do that", was all I could think
of to say right then.

"No dad", she said as she stared straight at me.  "I mean it.  We
need to move on and YOU need to try and find another woman."

I just stared at my beautiful daughter as if she had said
something incomprehensible.  In truth she had.  I couldn't
believe that Cynthia wanted me to go out and be with another
woman.  It was too soon wasn't it?  Sheila had only been gone
for, what, 8 months now.  No, it was almost 9 months.

"Look Dad, my darling girl whispered, "It really is time for you
to move on.  I can't stand to see you this way.  You need to go
out.  Hell, you need to have some sex."  

Now I looked at my 20 year old girl and couldn't say anything.  I opened and closed my mouth several times but nothing came out.  I didn't know what to
say or how to say it.  I was totally stunned.  Cyndi saw the look
of total astonishment on my face and decided it was time to quit
for now. 

"We'll talk more about this later Dad, but I want you
to seriously think about what I said, Okay?"

In fact she was right.  I did need to move on and I realized
suddenly that one of the things that had held me back was the
thought of what would my lovely Cynthia say if I saw another
woman?  Would she get mad?  Would she hate me?  Or worse?  As I
sat there and mulled over her words I felt like a great burden
had been lifted off of my shoulders.  "By gosh I think I will go
out!", I thought.  "Hell, I might even find a lady who would
consider bedding this old man."

Cyndi had gone off to bed and I noticed her light was already
out.  I was sitting watching some old movie when I heard Denise
come downstairs and go into the kitchen.  She got a glass and
then some juice.  Then she walked over and leaned over the couch
to see what I was watching.  I couldn't help but notice her
scent.  The smell of her hair while it was close to my face and
the tiny whiff of her perfume was having an effect on me.
"Come around and sit down honey", I told her.  "We can watch the
end of this movie together."

Denise casually walked around and sat cross-legged in the arm
chair to my left.  I couldn't help but notice that her nightshirt
had moved up her legs and she was showing quite a bit of leg.  To
say this was distracting would be an understatement but I tried
very hard to not look and to just watch my movie.

After about ten minutes Denise got up and went back to the
kitchen.  I heard her wash out her glass and then she returned. 
This time though she walked around and sat down on the couch next
to me.  She snuggled up to my side and put her head on my chest
with her legs over the arm on her side.

Oh no.  Now when I glanced down I could see right down the front
of her nightshirt.  Denise seldom wore a bra.  She didn't need
one.  Her B cup titties were always firm and stuck straight out
from her chest.  I couldn't help it.  I was staring down at her
chest and thoughts were running through my head;  thoughts that I
should never have.  Hell, this girl was the same age as my
daughter.  What did I think I was doing?

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked quietly.  Oh god, I'd been
caught.  I could feel the blood rising in my face as my
embarrassment grew.  I looked up enough to see Denise's lovely
green eyes were looking into mine.  At some point her glasses had
been removed and now her eyes captured mine and held them in her
stare.  Then the totally unexpected happened.  Denise slowly
smiled and as she sat up her smile grew bigger.  With one
effortless move Denise whisked the nightshirt up over her head
and dropped it on the floor at our feet.  Then she turned
directly toward me and stared into my eyes.

"Well?, she smiled easily.  "Do you like these tiny little tits
or not?"

When I didn't answer her this time she just snuggled back into my
chest and pulled my arm over her shoulder.  As I sat there
wondering what to do she pretended to be watching the TV but her
tiny hand was soon pulling my half-willing one down to cup her
breast.

"See, that's not so bad is it?" she quibbed and snuggled even
closer to me.  My mind was racing like a greyhound after a
rabbit.  What was going on here?  What did she expect me to do? 
Was she just teasing? Or playing with me?  No.  Definitely not
playing.  That was never her style.

"Uh, Denise honey, what are you doing?" I asked.  Are you really
trying to torture me or did you have something in mind?"
"Oh I've got something in mind alright.  I've got something big
in mind and I'm really hoping to get you thinking the same way."
Now her tiny hand was in my lap and carefully working at the
zipper on my jeans.  Before I could think of anything to say, she
had eased my rapidly growing cock out of my boxers and up thru
the opening in my pants.  Now she was gently playing with it in
her hand.  With the TV forgotten I looked down to see her pixie
smile as she lowered her head and licked just the tip of my hard
member.  I swear it was like electricity.  The shock made my
muscles tighten and my head fall back.  In no time she was
licking and slurping away on my willie like it was a big ice
cream cone.  Next she slid off the couch and kneeled down in
front of me.  I looked deeply into her eyes and asked her if this
was really what she wanted to do.  In answer she reached up and
grabbed my jeans and slid them all the way off of me.  My shirt
followed the jeans to the floor and my boxers landed on top of
the pile.

"Mr Baxter I've wanted to do this since I was 15," she said. 
"Didn't you ever wonder why I spent so much time over here with
Cyndi?  I mean besides our being friends.  I'd get all hot and
wet just thinking about what I wanted to do with you."  And with
that her head went back down and her wonderful small mouth
engulfed my hard-on.

I didn't know what to say or do.  I looked down at this petite
girl as her head moved up and down in my lap.  Involuntarily my
right hand moved out and started caressing her hair as she worked
at getting deeper and deeper onto my hardening manhood.  Then my
left hand slid down gently and cupped her tiny breast as she
raised up to accommodate my searching hand.  Her tiny nipple had
become rock-hard as my fingers found it and started to twist it
ever so gently.  A sigh that was almost a moan escaped from her
lips as she felt the nipple being pinched.

"Harder", she mumbled between strokes up and down on my cock.  "I
really like it kind of rough you know."

"No, I didn't know" I assured her, but I was more than willing to
please her now so I started to pinch and twist in earnest.  I
felt more than heard her moans now as she worked on my hard
member.  She would relax her mouth and slide down along my hard
cock and then tighten up her lips and suck as she slowly raised
her head.  Gawd this little girl could suck a cock.!  I hadn't
had any sex in a long time and I knew I wasn't going to last very
long with her doing that.

"Denise, if you don't stop that soon you are going to make me
cum'" I whispered and Denise raised her head and let my hard cock
slip from between her warm moist lips.

"Mr. Baxter are you a one-shot wonder or do you recover?" she
asked.  I didn't know what to say so I just told her the truth.
"Honey I can usually recover and go again in a short while but
remember it's been awhile since I've done this and I may not
recover as quickly as I used too."

By now her head was back down in my lap and she was working on my
hard-on even better than before.  I couldn't believe this was
happening to me.  As my hand went to the back of her head I
started to run my fingers through her short blond hair.  At this
point Denise slid off the couch and, without ever losing my cock
from her mouth, she arranged herself so she was kneeling in front
of me.  My pulse was starting to race now and the combination of
the marvelous sensations and the taboo of doing this with a young
girl were both going to my head.

"Denise honey I wasn't kidding," I moaned.  "If you don't stop
I'm going to cum soon and really give you something to swallow.!"
Denise only moaned and redoubled her efforts.  Now my hand was
wrapped in her hair and I was using it to drive more and more of
my throbbing dick into this young girl's mouth and forcing it
into her throat.  The fire started to swell my balls and I could
feel the excitement as my cock swelled in anticipation.  She must
have felt it too because just then she took a deep breath and
drove her head down further into my groin.  I felt her head move
from side-to-side as she forced my cock past her tonsils and deep
into her throat.  That was all I could stand.  Her nose was now
buried in my pubic hair and she was using her throat muscles like
she was swallowing to keep the sensations going on my cock.  With
my hand holding her head so she couldn't pull off even if she
wanted too, I let go of what little control I still had and shot
an enormous load of my man-cum straight down her throat and into
her waiting tummy.  In less than a second another huge load
followed the first and I found myself stabbing in and out of her
throat as my hips pistoned and drove my relentless cock even
deeper into her face.

Finally, when the last drops fell from the tip of my cock I
released my hold on her hair and she was able to raise up enough
to breathe.  My head fell back on the couch and my heart raced as
I tried to get my breath and stop the world from spinning.
"You were right Mr. Baxter," she quibbed.  "You DO cum a lot. 
Now I sure hope you were right about being able to recover
fast....!"


