Sunday Afternoon
Chapter One

The kids had spent their “It’s your weekend at Daddy’s House” weekend and it was time for them to go home.  I get a call from ex-wife.

“Hey,” she said, unusually pleasant.  “I can’t come get the kids right now, so Britney’s gonna come by and pick them up.”

“Okay,” I said. “They’ll be ready.”

Ex-wife’s niece Britney.  Nineteen.  An “only” child.  On good days I called her “overcompensated” instead of spoiled.  She was five feet six inches tall.  She had beautiful blue eyes.  Luxurious brown hair, almost chestnut, cut short and sassy.  And was a good hundred pounds overweight.  An IQ in the one-thirties, a quick wit, and a sarcastic streak a mile wide, well, maybe not a mile, but at least as wide as her ample ass.  Such was Britney.

I hustled the kids to get their weekend’s worth of stuff together.  Ten minutes later I heard the knock on the door.  Britney.  I hollered at her to come in while I prodded my kids to clean and straighten rooms.  Returning to my living room, Britney was sitting on the sofa wearing jeans and a loose-fitting sweatshirt.

“Hi!” she said.  “Whatcha doin’”

“Trying to get Thing One and Thing Two to straighten their rooms before you take them home,” I said.  “That may require a cattle prod.”

Brit laughed.  “And then what?  What do you do on Sunday evenings after the kids go home?

“Oh,” I answered, “I usually watch the tail end of a football game and then look for a movie.  Nothing special.  Just enjoy the peace and quiet after having them all weekend.”

Brit looked thoughtful.  “Y’ever have company?”

“Not usually on the agenda lately, Brit.  Not that I mind, it’s just that I don’t have anyone on the calendar.”

“I wouldn’t mind hangin’ out watching TV.  Sometimes my apartment gets too noisy, and I don’t like to go to Mom’s because she acts all funny about me showin’ up to lounge around on her sofa.”

About that point in the conversation was when my kids showed back up in the living room to report rooms clean.  I looked at Brit.  “They’re ready.  Call me when you drop them off at their mom’s.”

The clamoring herd went out the door, leaving me with some thoughts about the previous conversation.  Ten minutes later my phone rang.  “Hello,” I answered.

“So,” said Brit.  “Is it okay if I come hang out?”

“Sure,” I answered.  “I got snacks in the fridge and there’s a couple of good possibilities for movies this evening.”  Totally innocent, I was.

And ten minutes later, Brit was at the door.  She walked in, kicked off her shoes and sat in my recliner.  “You’re in MY chair!”  I said.

“Get over it.  You just gave it up to your favorite niece.”

“You USED to be MY favorite niece.  Now you’re the annoying niece of my ex-wife and we’re not related anymore.”   And I sat on the end of the sofa.  We watched football for a few minutes.  She got up and went to the bathroom.

Walking back into the room, she grinned.  “I thought you’d take your seat back while I was gone.”

“Nah… this is good, too.”

“I wanna lay on the sofa.”  Eyes twinkled.

“Go ahead,” I said.  “Plenty of room.”

She sat down.  When she started to lay sideways she said, “It’s too short.  Can I put my head on your lap?”

I thought, what could it hurt.  “Sure.  But don’t get caught.”

“Caught?”

“Yeah.  Your mom would have a fit if she saw you.”  Her mom was not one of my fans when I was married to, and subsequently divorced, Brit’s aunt.

“She doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Oh.  I kind of figured that.”

Brit’s head laid down on my left thigh.  I put my left arm on the back of the sofa.  We watched TV.  In a few minutes my arm started tingling, going to sleep from the long time in an unusual position.

“Brit,” I said, “you’re gonna have to move.”

“Why?  I’m comfortable.”

“Because my arm’s going to sleep.  I can’t keep it on the back of the sofa.”

“So, don’t keep it on the back of the sofa.”

“But I don’t have anywhere else to put it.  I’d have to rest it on you.”

“Ooooooh, you’d HAVE to put your arm on me.  Are you, like, disgusted about that?”  Sarcasm.

“No, little girl,” I said, “I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to cop a feel.”  I lowered my arm and found it rested nicely along her side, my hand at her waist, just above her hip. Soft.  Plump.  Warm. “Why would I think it was disgusting?”

“’Cuz I’m fat.”

“’Scuse me, dear, have you seen my former wife?”  Ex-wife was a BBW herself.  Our divorce had nothing to do with physical issues.  “I’m not a guy who has issues with “fat”.  Let that be somebody else’s hangup.  It ain’t mine.”

“Mmm-hmmm.”  She shut up for a while.  My hand didn’t stay idle.  I started absent-mindedly lightly rubbing her side.

“That feels good.”

“What feels good?”

“You touching me like that.”

“I’m sorry.  I wasn’t paying attention.” Now I was paying attention. “I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop, silly,” she said.  “I said it feels good.”

“Okay.”

“You could rub my shoulder, too.”

I complied.  I think I felt her kind of snuggle up tighter against my thigh.

A commercial came on TV and she rolled from her side to her back, looking up at me, angelic face and those cool blue eyes.  “You like living by yourself?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.  I get to do pretty much what I want, when I want.  I have the whole house to myself.”

“Do you run around nude?”

“What?!?”  I was a little taken aback.

“Simple question.  You live by yourself.  Do you go around nude?  You know, like, naked.  With NO clothes on?”

It wasn’t that simple a question.  The complete answer would have been, “Seldom” but I wasn’t sure where this was heading, so I shaded the answer just a little.  “Yeah, quite a bit.  I have to make sure the blinds are closed.  But a lot of time after my shower I lounge around and cool off and let my skin breathe.”

“I wish I could do that.  I love being nude.”  Brit sighed.  “I can’t do it at the apartment. Usually they have somebody there, and even if it’s just me and my roommates, they make me feel uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” I commiserated, “some people get kind of funny about it.  I’m lucky.”

“An’ I sure couldn’t do it when I lived at home.  I mean, I USED to wait until Mom an’ Terry (her step-dad) went out an’ I’d get naked and lay around, an’ when I heard them pull the car into the garage, I’d close the door to my room an’ get dressed.”

“At least you got a little chance to be naked.”

“But one time they left an’ I stripped down an’ I was laying in the den watching TV and I fell asleep.  I woke up when I heard the door open when they were coming in from the garage.  They almost caught my naked but running up the hall to my room.”  She giggled.

I was letting my mind grasp that round, plump, pink ass disappearing up the hall.  I laughed, but I felt a tingling in my pants, too.

The game came back on and Brit turned back over to watch.  I let my hand wander over her body a little more freely, avoiding, of course, the rounded shapes of her breasts and the plump softness of her ample ass.  A couple of times I kneaded her shoulder and was rewarded by “Mmmmmm.”

Commercial came on.  She rolled back on her back and looked at me again with those blue eyes.  “So,” she asked, “If I wasn’t here this evening, would you be naked?”

The 100% truthful answer would have been “Probably not.”  The one I gave was, “yeah…  It’s been a long day.  That would have helped me relax and unwind.”

“Yeah?  Well, I’m not stopping you.”  Eyes twinkling again.

“Yeah, let’s see.  You walk in and I take my clothes off, thinking you’re going to be like, okay with that…”

“I might not have been before, but you say that’s the way you do it.  And it’s YOUR house.”  More twinkling eyes and a little quirky smirk.

“Yeah, but I am a good host, and my guest has clothes on.  You take YOURS off, I’ll take MINE off.”  I thought I was calling her bluff.

She beat me.  “Sounds good to me.  Shouldn’t we close the blinds?”

“You’re serious?”  I was incredulous.

“I am if you are.”  She stood up, reached behind her, and lowered the blinds on the windows behind the sofa.

“Okay, then.”  I went through the house closing blinds.  I returned to her in the living room as she turned the lock on the front door.

“Keeps people from walking in and getting the wrong impression.”

“Yeah.  I could see how that would happen,” I said.  “A naked guy and a naked cute young girl.  They might just think that something’s up.”

She fixed her eyes on me.  I saw something in them that didn’t exactly match her next words.  “But all that’s going on is two people watching TV.  Except they don’t have clothes on.   Because it feels good to be naked.”

“Yeah,” I said.  I played along.  If I misread this, I was going to have one whopper of a case of ‘blue balls’ tonight when she left.  “So, how do you want to do this?”

“Do what?”

“Get naked.  You want to go in the bathroom or one of the bedrooms and undress and come back in here, or what?”

She answered by grasping the hem of her sweatshirt and skinning it over her head and off.

“Oh,” I said.  I removed my own shirt.

She looked at me.  “Help me unhook my bra.”

“You need help?”

“No, I can undo it by myself.  I do it all the time.  But since you’re here…”

I guessed she’d turn her back to me to present the hooks.  I was surprised when she stepped straight forward against my chest.  She had her hands on my chest and her face on my shoulder as I reached around and quickly unhooked four hooks.  Big girl.  Big bra.  I continued being helpful by easing the shoulder straps off her shoulders as she stepped back.  I was holding her empty bra in my hands as I got my first view of her tits, not really big, but really firm, the nipples pointing up slightly.  Pink. And erect.

“Thank you,” she said, then she popped the button on the front of her jeans.

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my own jeans and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.  In one movement I bent over and pushed them down to the floor, stepping out of them as I stood up.

We stood up together.  I looked.  She looked.

I saw a sweet, young, plump girl, skin unblemished, belly just starting to lap downward above her pubic mound, rolls above both hips, but those titties, man!, they stood up proud.

She saw my dick.  “It’s HARD!  An’ where’s YOUR HAIR?”

I shaved my pubic hair, a habit encouraged by an earlier, and long gone, girlfriend.  “I shave it,” I sad.

“Why?”

“Feels cooler and cleaner.”

“Okay…  but you’re HARD!”

“That, little girl, I cannot control.  That thing’s got a mind of its own, especially in the presence of cute naked women.  It’ll go down in a minute, as soon as it figures out that we’re watching TV.”

“Okay,” she said, looking at me.  Those blue eyes had a new look to them.

Brit laid back down on the sofa.  “Ooooooh, this feels SOOOOO good!”  She raised her arms in front of her and wiggled and then she surprised me, straightening her legs and spread them wide.  Her pussy spread its deep pink lips open, glistening with moisture.  She saw me staring.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I didn’t mean to flash you.  It just feels so good to let it BREATHE.”

“I know,” I said.  “It really does.”

“Sit back down.  Let’s watch that movie.”

I sat down.  She scooted towards me on the sofa and laid her head on my lap again, shaking it before she settled.  Her short brown hair fanned out as she came to rest and some of it dragged across my dick.  It WAS getting soft.  Now it was hard.  We watched the beginning of the movie.

“You stopped touching me,” she said.  She was right.  I hadn’t touched her since we got undressed.  “I liked you touching me.”

“I thought things were different since we’re nude.  I mean, touching your naked skin is a little bit different.”

“Yeah, it’s different.  It’ll probably feel even nicer.”

My hand landed on her side.  She was right.  Her skin had that youthful texture of life.  My fingertips drank the sensations.  Apparently so did Brit.  I heard another “Mmmmmm.”

Commercial came on.  She rolled on her back.  I touched her face with my hand, brushing a stray tress of hair to the side of her face and then stroked her cheek.  I got a pleasant smile and a sigh in return.  It fled, followed by a little mischievous twinkle.  She turned completely over, putting her face only inches from my dick.  “I’ve never seen one shaved before.”  She paused.  “Actually, I haven’t seen hardly any.”

“Oh, really?” I said.

Returning to laying on her back, her head still on my leg, she said, “Yeah, you probably think a single teenaged girl an’ all that, I have a lot of experience.  But I really don’t.”

“You don’t?”

“I’m not a virgin, you know, but fat chicks don’t exactly get a lot of attention.  I’m probably the one they used beer goggles to screw.”

“That’s stupid.  You’re cute.  You’re smart.  You’re funny.  If I was thirty years younger I’d be all after you.”

“Yeah, but we KNOW you don’t have a problem with fat chicks.  I mean, Aunt Bev is big.”

“Maybe so.  Maybe so.  But it’s still stupid, young guys, I mean.  One day you’ll find somebody that sees things the way I see them.”

“I hope so,” she said.

I caressed her face again and she held my hand against her cheek for a brief second.  The movie came back on.  She turned.  I thought she was going back onto her side to watch the movie, but she rolled a little further and looked at my dick again.

“Stop that!” I said, “We’re supposed to be laying here watching TV just like we had clothes on.”

Giggle.  “Maybe I would have looked at your crotch with your clothes on.  Besides, I figured it would just be another hairy dick.  I didn’t think YOU’D shave it.”

“Yeah, that’s me.  Old fuddy-duddy.”

She returned to her side to watch TV.  We were playing the game out.  The movie had a soft-porn sex scene.  As she watched it, I noticed movement.  She rubbed her thighs together and briefly pushed her fingers in between her legs then withdrew them.

Commercial again.  “Whew!” she said.  “Looked like they were having fun.”

“Yeah,” I said.  I feigned a little cramp and while massaging my thigh under her head, I gave my balls and dick a relief stroke.

“I’ve never done that,” she said.

“Made love?  I thought you said you weren’t a virgin.”

“I’ve had sex.  I won’t call that making love.  But I was talking about that oral stuff.”

“Wow,” I said.  “I thought that was common today.”

“It is,” Brit said.  “All my girlfriends do it.  I just haven’t.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  I mean, a couple of times a guy tried to get me to suck it, but it smelled like sweat an’ pee an’ all that hair an’ I just wouldn’t.  So I haven’t.  Yet.”

I caught the “yet” part.  “You shouldn’t be forced to do something you don’t WANT to do,” I said.  I was letting the game play out.

“And nobody’s ever done anything to me down there with their mouth.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a sort of “get your rocks off and leave” girl.  And I don’t DO that.  Not anymore.  Three or four times was enough.  And nobody ever acted like they wanted to go down there an’ eat me.”

“You just haven’t been going with the right guy.”

“I haven’t been ‘going’ with any guy.”  But I know something.”  Her eyes twinkled.

“What do you know?” I asked.

“I know that YOU like oral sex.”

“How do you know that?”

“First, because you’re a guy, an’ most guys like it.” She smiled. “And, I heard it from your ex-wife.”

I was bemused.  “So,” I said, “she just pops up and says, “Brit, your ex-uncle Bob likes oral sex”?”

“No, silly,” she laughed.  “She told my mom when they were talking about your divorce.  They didn’t know I was close enough to listen.”

“Your aunt wasn’t a big fan of oral sex,” I said.  “I was surprised.  I thought I was pretty good at giving it, and I certainly enjoyed getting it.  But she didn’t like doing that much at all.”

She ignored the movie.  I roamed my hands over her body, avoiding still her titties, which were practically begging to be kneaded, and that pubic mound, covered with sparse, straight brown hair.  She rubbed her thighs together again.  “So what’s the deal?  You think it’s that special?”

“It can be,” I said, surprised I was having this conversation with a naked nineteen year old.  “Lots of people really like it.  I mean, face it, you take it away, and there’s nothing for a guy to do to a girl down there but fingers and a dick.  And for a girl, it’s a hand or a pussy.  Unless you’re going to resort to artificial stuff, toys and stuff.”

“You have a point,” she said.

“No, actually, it’s kind of rounded.”

It took a second for that to sink in, then “Bob!” delightful feigned outrage.  “You made a sex joke.  To your teenaged niece!”

“I made a sex joke to a sweet naked nineteen year old cutie.  Sorry.”

“Hmmmph!” she faked.  “So you think it adds something?  Oral sex, I mean?”

“Yeah.  Because there’s kissing, you know, on the mouth and neck and chest, nipples, like that…”

This got me another wiggle and her hand briefly touched mine, then pinched her right nipple.

“And then if you add oral, then you have a whole new set of possibilities.  A guy can pleasure a girl with his mouth.  I think it’s the most intimate thing a guy and a girl can do.  It’s great.  And it goes so many ways, like a playful kiss, or foreplay before real intercourse or it can be the main event if the girl can climax that way.”

Brit licked her lips while looking at me.  “But what does THAT do for the guy?”

“I don’t know about other guys, but for me, I really LIKE to use my mouth on a girl.  I love the taste and the texture and the smell, and I like it when everything is going right and she gets really juicy and her hips get wiggly… and she comes.”

And this talking, too, was “oral sex”.  My Brit was definitely getting excited.  I caressed her face again.

“And when the girl does it to a guy?”

“Pretty much the same thing.  Between lovers, a quick suck on a guy’s dick is a big step past a kiss on the “I love you” scale.  I like lips and teeth and suction and licking, and even though I usually don’t need foreplay for myself, I enjoy it when a girl wants to suck on me, and yes, it is quite satisfactory as a main event.”

“And your ex-wife said it would be a cold day in hell before a guy came in her mouth.”

“I think those were her exact words to me once,” I said.  “But it doesn’t have to come in your mouth.  Oops, in the girl’s mouth.” (Freudian slip, there.)  “Some couples never go that far.  To them, it’s just a loving part of foreplay.  Other girls sometimes suck until it gets close and their partner warns them so they can get it out of their mouths and finish with a hand or whatever.”

“You make it sound like it makes sense.”

“I think so.  What a wonderful way to spend a lazy afternoon, a couple just lounging around in bed, playing, teasing, sucking, licking each other…”

“Stop it!” Brit exclaimed.  “I’m getting all gooshy!”

“Gooshy?”

“Yeah.  Like WET!  And you know where.”

“Oh, yeah.  I remember.  You showed it to me earlier.”

“Did it look normal?”

“Yeah.  And delicious.”  That hand that had been idly roaming around, ignoring her titties?  It found her titties.  I caressed the beautifully curved underside of one, feeling the young breast in my hand.  I touched her nipple with my thumb.

“Gahhhhh!  Bob!”

“I’m sorry, Brit,” I said, feigning remorse.  “I kind of lost track.”

“Don’t be sorry.  Touch ‘em.  Rub ‘em.”

I did.  Her breathing evened out.

“Bob,” she said.

“Not ‘Uncle Bob’?” I interrupted.

“Nuh-uhh,” she sighed.  “I’m not needing an uncle right now.”

“Uh, okay then…”

“Can we play around?”

“Play around, like in doing stuff?”

“Yeah, like you were talking about, except it’s not the afternoon…”

“I guess we could, but you have to kiss me first.”

She opened her eyes to look at me.  “Kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t ever play with little girls unless I kiss them first.”

She sprang out of her supine position and fastened her face to mine.  The first kiss was almost tentative, but the second wasn’t.  Our tongues tangled in improbable and very pleasant knots.  “Mmmmmm,” she said.  “Am I too heavy to get on your lap?”

“No, my dear, you are not.”

She squealed and straddled me, kissing.  I slid down a little under her and felt the heat of her wet pussy on my dick as her hips writhed against me.  She’d break her kisses and look at me with the biggest, happiest grin.   And kept moving those hips.  My dick was hard and it was working its way around between her pussy lips.  And she knew it.  And kept moving. Searching.  And found what she was looking for.  My dick slid deliciously into a hot, tight, teen pussy.  She seated it with a couple of thrusts.

She sat back with her hands on my shoulders and grinned. “Well, Bob, you’re fucking me.”

“Yes, Britney, it does appear that way.” I thrust upward into her.  “Mmmmmmm.  Yep.  That’s definitely fucking.”

Her eyes twinkled.  “My mom would be sooooo proud….”

“Your mom and your aunt would shit a brick.”

She thought for a second.  “Oh,” she said.  “You might not want to do me after your dick has been in me.”

“Oh, you’re so wrong, baby.”

She stroked me a couple more times.  “Don’t you come yet.  I have plans.”  Kiss.  And then she got off me and pulled my hand.  “Come on!  Bed!”  And she led me to the bedroom.  I tossed the covers off the bed.  We both crawled in and tied together in a passionate embrace, our mouths hungering for each other.  Our hands explored almost frantically.

Finally I said, “I’ve got to get to those nipples.”  I slid down just a bit and turned my head down, lavishing kisses on magnificent breasts.

“Mmmm.Ohhhhh. Bob!”  Her hands ran over my head, guiding me.  “Suck!  Please!”

I did.  Then I tried little bites.  That, to Britney apparently, was a good thing.  “Oh, yeah.  Hard!”  As hard as I dared.  Then “Now!  This one!”  I didn’t want that one to feel neglected.  Finally I worked my way to the center of her soft, quivering belly, finding more territory for my tongue to explore.  She liked that.  But I was hungry for more.

I kissed down her belly to that delightful muffin of a pubic mound and pushed my lips around in her pubic hair.  “Mmmmm.  So wonderful!”

“You should feel it from this side,” Brit hissed between clenched teeth.

I moved around to sink between those lush thighs she spread for me.  Her pussy lips were soft and pink and spreading slightly, moisture glinting inside and out.  I planted a kiss, my lips against hers.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she moaned.

I did sucking kissed up and down both of her labia, tasting, sucking her delicious juices off them.  She writhed.  My tongue came out as my mouth was near the very bottom of her pussy.  I placed it just inside those lips and licked a shallow lick from bottom to top. She went past writhing.  She quivered.

“Unnnnhhhhh!  Mmmm!  Ahhhhh!”

My next lick was with my tongue as deep as I could get it.  I lapped what seemed like spoonfuls of delicious juice.  I stuck my tongue into her sweet hole, still roiled from our previous penetration.  And I moved up and gave her clit a light lick.  I mean, some women like it light.  Some like it heavy.  Some don’t want direct contact at all.  Brit told me what she liked, as in “There!  Right there!  Hard!”

I did hard.  I would lick several strokes then return to the bottom of her pussy and lick up, her juices my reward for pleasuring her with my tongue.  Then she spread her lips with her fingers, revealing her clit, pink, erect, the head peeking out from under its hood, expectant.  I wrapped it in my lips and sucked it into my mouth and my tongue started working on the little pea-like head.  Those fingers that were spreading her pussy open were now grabbing the hair on my head, forcing me face-first into the current center of her world.

“Bobbbb! Yeah!  Do it!  Like THAT! Oh, Bob!  Ggggnnnnhhhh!  I’m.  Cominggggg!”  And my Brit came.  I rode with her, slowing my attacks on her clit as she ended her first climax.  I kept gentle suction on her clit until her breathing steadied, then I tentatively licked the little pink pea between my lips.  This could have gone either way.

This is the way it actually did go:  “Oh!  Bob!  Not.  Another.  One!  Yessss.”

I resumed my tongue’s assault on her clitty.  Hands were on the back of my head again.  More orgasm.  More vocal.  “Oooohhhhh, Bobbbbb!  Baby!  Eeeennnggghhhh!  Huhhhh!  Yeaaahhhhh!  Commmmmmming!”

This time I let go of her clit and used my tongue to sop up the juice from two orgasms.  Delicious, was plump Britney.  With a mouth full of juice, I moved back up to that perky little clit and tentatively licked it again.

“Ohhhhhh, Bob!  Please.  One more.”  Her voice quivered, almost tearful.   And I gave her one more.

Following the last one, she pulled me up to allow herself to crawl into my arms.  I waited for her to initiate kisses, seeing as how my face was sticky with her own juices.  That did not dissuade her.  She kissed me, little kisses all over my face, her tongue tasting her own juice, then our mouths locked together.  Our lips didn’t part for minutes.

When they did, “Hmmm.  I taste pretty good.  You’re lucky to eat me!” She purred.

I smiled.  “Yes, you do.  And yes I am.  Very lucky.”

Our lips met again.  “Bob, that was the most awesome thing that has ever happened to me.  No guy has ever made me come.  Never.”

“Never?”

“Never.  And I do it myself and it’s like mine being a candle with yours being the sun!  Really!”

“Why, thank you, Brit.  I very much enjoyed it myself.  And it’s ten times better when I see you enjoying it.”

“Bob?”

“Yes, sweetness?”

“Am I too heavy to lay on top of you?”

“No. Not even close.  Why?”

“I think I want to lay on top of you.  I don’t know why.  Just want to.”

I kissed her and rolled onto my back with my arms around her, pulling her onto me.  I looked up into brilliant blue eyes and ruby lips and a smile that would melt a glacier.

“There!” she said.  “It’s like you’re MINE!  I’m possessing you!”  She could feel my dick hard between us.  “Ooooo,” she squealed, “I found something.”  Her hand slid between us and her fingers wrapped around my dick.

“Finders keepers, baby.  You find it, it’s yours.”

I was rewarded by a giggle and she sat up astride me.  I looked at her soft round body and those magnificent titties jutting out and that face that looked like a horny, mischievous angel.  “I guess I have to find a place to keep it, then,” she giggled.  Her hips rose and her hand guided my dick back into her pussy.

“That’s an excellent place to keep it, Brit!  You’re perfect!”

“Mmmmm” escaped from my Brit’s mouth as she rocked back and forth, eyes closed.  Then, apparently, she remembered something.  “Wait!” she said.

“B-but,”I stammered, “I was REALLY enjoying it there.”

“Yeah, but it’s not about you.  Today’s BRIT’s day for new things.  And I want to try something else for the first time.”

“You mean?”

“Bob, I am going to suck you,” she announced matter-of-factly, sliding off my dick then down and off my legs.  I spread my legs and she was at face level to the dick she’d only played with briefly before.  “It’s a good thing I taste good.  You have Britney juice all over down here.”  She stroked me with her hand and was rewarded with a huge drop, no, a flow of pre-cum.  “Hmmm!  You’re all leaky!”  A fingertip dipped into the juice and went immediately to her mouth.  “Mmmmmm!  Bobby juice is good too!”

She looked directly at me, her face directly over my dick.  “Now watch.  You’re getting ready to see Britney suck her very first dick!”

I watched.  Her brown hair bounced as her head bent down.  I felt a kiss on the head of my dick, a pause, then mind-blowing warm wetness and suction as she took me into her mouth.  Her lips swirled with her tongue. “mmmmmmm, Brit!  You say you’ve never don’t this before?”

“Nope.”

“Come on.  Where’d you get that move?”

“Talking to friends.  Besides, it seemed like the way to do things.”  Head bobbed back down.  More twisting, sucking, tonguing.  She pulled back, retaining the head in her mouth and her hand jacked my shaft.  “Like this?” she asked?

“Oh god yes, just like that.”

She toyed with my balls with her fingers. “I like THESE, too.” Lips touched my scrotum, sucking skin between her teeth.  Nibbles.  Mouth open wide.  I expected pain from too much suction.  I got pleasure as she gently pulled a ball into her mouth and washed wit with her tongue.

“Hailey told me that her boyfriend likes that, but to be careful.  Was it good?

“Perfect?”

“Too hard? Too soft?”

“Just exactly right.”

She redirected her attentions to my dick. I could feel surgings inside.  “Brit,” I said, “I’ll tell you when I’m getting ready to come so you can get it out of your mouth.”

She paused, still jacking my dick with her hand, and looked at me quizzically.  “And exactly why would I want to do that?”

“Baby.  You never did this before.  And you’ve had me excited for hours.  It’s gonna be a flood.”

“So flood me.  I need to do this.” Head down.  Suck. Swirl. Jack.  In perfect timing.

I was so close.  I put my hand on her head, not to hold her, but to just touch this lovely creature that was giving me so much indescribable pleasure.  “Mmmmm, Brit!  I’m close!”

“Come for me, baby!”  Suck.  Slurp.  Jack.

“Oh.  Oh.  Ohgodogodohgod.  Here it comessssss!” The first surge hit her mouth and I heard “Mmmmphh!” as she swallowed.  The second surge.  The third.  She recognized the frequency of my spasms and timed her sucking and stroking to it, milking me.  Finally the flow stopped.  Brit didn’t.  She sucked me gently as I softened in her mouth, finally releasing me.

“Ohhhhh, my baby Brit.  God!  Never had one like this.  Never.”

“I did good?”

“You did very good.  So, how was your first blowjob?”

She grinned.  “Oh, so it was a “blowjob” to you?  I was making love to you with my mouth.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her, noting the tastes in her mouth.  “Ah,” I said, “that’s the difference.  But you have to love somebody to make love.”

She snuggled down into my arms, purring.  “So? If my mom and your ex-wife would shit bricks if they knew we were fucking, how do you think they’re gonna feel when I move in with you?”
Chapter Two

I regarded my plump little Britney.  “What’d you say?”

She looked up at me.  Blue eyes. Smile.  Okay, I’m melting now.

“I said, ‘how do you think they’d feel if I moved in with you?’”

“I thought I was hearing things.”

“You DO know I’m kidding, right?”

“Are you now?”  I smiled.  “You trying to break my heart?”

“I dunno,” she said.  “It’s not like I’m hookin’ up with some guy for the first time, you know.”

“But this IS our first time.”  I kissed her.  Active little tongue in that mouth of hers.  Good kisser.

“Yeah, but you’ve known me since I was five.”  She was right.  Annoying spoiled daughter of then sister-in-law.  Always thought she was very bright, often very funny, and she thought she was the center of the universe.  Now she was a college freshman.  She’d talked mom and step-dad into footing the bill for her share of an apartment near campus so she could have the “college experience”.  It leveled her off some amount.  She had a job and her own car.

“Yeah, I’ve known you all these years.  And you’ve heard all the horror stories your aunt has about what a horrible human being I am.”

She smiled.  “And I know the difference between chocolate and dog crap.  She’s your ex-wife.  You think she’s gonna tell everyone she let a good one go?”

“True,” I said. “But KNOWING somebody from being around them is NOT the same as living with them.  Your aunt is a good example, no, a bad example of that.”

“But suppose I just want to use you?”

“Use me?”

“Yeah.  I kinda gave up on the whole “boyfriend” thing.  And I’m not gonna do the ‘hookin’ up' every weekend’ thing, because that’s just wrong and I am not that way.”  She paused.  “So then I think about ex-Uncle Bob.  And he’s mature and caring and sweet, and that’s enough right there to have me thinking, but then I find out that he makes me come like an earthquake.  So the idea sort of came up.”

“How logical,” I said.  And laughed.  “I’m easy, though.  I can’t think of a single argument except thirty-odd years of age.”

“Doesn’t seem to bother us too much.”

“That’s because you’re lying in my bed naked right now.  What about tomorrow when you’re in class and some twenty year old hunk walks by?”

“I’ll remember that he has a vocabulary with no words with more than two syllables, he’s never read a book of his own free will without a centerfold in it, and if he’s with me any time, it’s because he thinks I’m desperate and easy because of it an’ he’s doing ME a favor.  And that I’m doin’ a real engineer with a real job who treated me better all my life than anybody else could manage for one night.”

“Okay,” I said.  “But that ‘easy’ part?  You just waltzed in here four hours ago and here we are in bed, naked and sticky.”

“And if you think that this is a spur of the moment thing for me, your elevator’s not getting to the upper floors.”

“I suspected something, but I was having too much fun playing your game.”

“Yeah,” Brit continued.  “I’ve kinda been thinking about it for a couple of months, actually.”

“A couple of months? Hmmph!”

She smiled sweetly.  “I had to make plans.  Steps had to be taken.  I had to do some prep work.”

“Prep work?”

“Yeah, prep work.  Did you notice that I didn’t make us use a condom?”

“The thought occurred to me.  But I don’t have any condoms in the house anyway.”

She continued, “So I check around.  I have a friend who lives up the street.  She knows when you come and go and who’s parking in your drive, since I asked her to look.  You haven’t had the old girlfriend here in MONTHS.”

“You got that right.”  Last girlfriend had decided to move on to greener pastures.

“And no matter what kind of crap your ex says about you, she says you’re not only a nice guy who doesn’t hop in and out of bed easily, but you’re careful.  So I figured that in five or six months, if you had something, you’d know.  Your ex knows the nurse at the doctor’s office you use.  So I figure you’re okay.”

I was a bit disturbed to know that somebody’d been into my medical records, but this story was just getting better and better.  “You should change your major.  You’d be hell in a research job.”

“Nope.  Hate it.  But I gotta do what I gotta do.  Anyways,” she continued, “I decided YOU were okay.  That left me.  I haven’t been with anybody in six months, maybe seven.  I went to the campus clinic, though, and got tested for STD’s.  And I’m clean.  And I’m stayin’ that way.”

So I looked at her.  “Okay, smartiepants, are you on the Pill?  What about pregnancy?”

“Hah!” she laughed, “that one is too easy.  First, yes, I’m on the pill, just ‘cuz it makes my periods regular.  And second, you ass, you forget I was around when you were still married and got that vasectomy.  So you could pump GALLONS in me and we don’t have to worry.”  Smiles.  Then wrapping arms.  And kisses.  Some big.  Some little.  All good.”

“So, are you, like, moving OUT of your old apartment, or just gonna stay here and leave stuff there?”

“I’m just gonna stay here for the time being.  If it’s working for us, I’ll get out of there.  But both of my roommates have gone off for a couple of weeks to live with the dong du jour.  And they kept helping with the rent and utilities so they had a place to come back to.”

“Is that gonna be me?  The dong du jour?”

Her hands rolled me on my back and she laid on top of me, her pretty face inches from mine.  “Bob, that’s not my intention.  But it’s a pretty fun dong, you know.”

I spanked her on the cheek of her plush ass.

“Eeekkk!” she said.

I ran my hands down the middle of her back and fastened one hand on each of her ass cheeks and squeezed.  “Mmmmm,” I said, “you feel soooo good!”

She landed a kiss on my lips.  “You don’t know the half of it.  I’m still feeling good from while ago.”  She reached her hand between us and felt my dick.  “So, Bob, is this thing good for a second round tonight?”

I captured her face between my hands.  “With a little encouragement, it is.  What about yours?”

Giggles.  “Yeah. I do think I could stand a bit more.”  She kissed me.  “And I want you to know something.”

“What do you want me to know?”

“That this is the FIRST time I ever asked for more sex.”

“Awwww, sweetie,” I said, cuddling her.

“You’re the first man who acted like I was a person with needs to be met.”

“Oh, don’t get all serious, Brit.  I told you that half the fun was seeing you enjoying yourself.”  I kissed her.

She ended the kiss by sliding down my torso.  I spread my legs and she slid right in between them, her face hovering above my dick.  She played with it, telling me, “You know, I think my mouth is made to be on this thing.”  She punctuated her statement by sucking me into her mouth.  “Mmmmm.  Delicious!”  She slid down a little lower and her head dipped, lips fastening to my balls.  She gently sucked my right nut into her mouth.  Her “Mmmmmmm” reverberated through my whole being.  Then she crawled back up beside me on hands and knees, her beautiful bouncy titties swinging beneath her.

“Come up here,” I said.  “I want a titty.”

“Sure,” she said, rocking back on her heels, kneeling.  Then she leaned over and dangled one in my face.  I sucked the nipple and its pink areola into my mouth.  It was my turn to go “Mmmmmm.”  Then I switched to its matching partner.  Brit let me suck for a while, caressing the back of my head with her hand.  These were perfect titties to play with, not too big, not too small, firm, and responsive.

When I finished, she replaced her nipples with her tongue.  We kissed for several happy minutes, our hand roaming each other’s bodies.  She slid down a bit in the bed, bringing her face to my chest. “So how about YOUR nipples,” she said.  She teased one of mine with a fingertip.

“Weak spot, Brit.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Nope.  It’s like a direct connection between my left nipple and my dick.”

“Ooooooo,” she squealed, “lemme see!”

I saw that brown head of hair at my chest.  Her left hand wrapped around my dick and her pink tongue flicked my nipple.  I went “Ahhhhhh.”  She squealed again.  “It jumped.”  Another flick.  Another jump.  Another squeal.

She smiled at me wickedly.  “I noticed something.”

“What did you notice?”

“Every time i make it jump, it gets a little bit harder.”  Bright girl, my Brit.  And her mouth fastened over my left nipple.  Suction coupled with tongue.  This time I did hold her head against me.  When the suction stopped, I let go of her head.  She raised up.  “Can I bite it?”

“Sure!  Just remember, it’s a nipple.  Treat it like it’s yours.” I paused.  “Actually it is, really.”

Head back down, this time lips, suction, tongue and then TEETH.  I squirmed at her attentions.  I was right on the edge between wonderful pleasure and pain.  She released.  I breathed.  “Gahhhhhh!”

“Too hard?”

“Almost.”

“SOMETHING seems to like it.”  She giggled.  My dick was hard as a rock.  Looking at me, she smiled.  “Mind if I take it for a ride?”  She giggled again.  “Of course it doesn’t mind!” And in a fluid move that belied her weight she straddled me and plunged my dick deep inside her.  Her first rocking thrust caused her to throw her head back.  “Ohhhhhh, Bobby!”  She looked down at me.  “I love this position.  Do you know today is the first time I did it this way?”

“I’m glad it’s with me, Brit.  I am.”  I pushed upward into her.  She took that as a nudge to resume her own thrusts.  Not being familiar, she experimented with various motions and finally found a thrust that brought her hips downward and back in a curve, pushing her clit against the base of my dick, then pulling back, almost off me, then back.  Her eyes were closed.  She had her hands on my chest.

I could feel her juices flowing over me.  I met her thrusts with my own and she reacted with enthusiasm.  And sound.  Push.  “Ahhhh.” Push. “Mmmm.”  Push.  “Ahhh!” Push. “Oh, Bob!” Push. “Push hard, Bob.” Push. ”I’m not gonna break.” Push.  Meeting my enthusiastic upward thrust. “Ahhhh! Yes!” Push.  “I’m coming, baby!” Push.

And all this time pressure was building. I could feel my scrotum tighten.  I could feel the tingling in my balls.  I could feel fire building at the base of my dick.  The head felt like it was glowing.  And when she said “I’m coming, baby,” I screamed, “me too” through clinched teeth.  And spurted.

“Ahhhh, baby, I felt that,” she said as she kept her motions to carry her orgasm along.  I spurted again. And again.  And each time I pushed as hard into her as I could, subconsciously depositing my semen as deep into her wanton pussy as possible.  I found those pushes to be augmented by wonderful rippling rings of tightness gripping my discharging dick.

We stilled.  At least on the outside.  Her pussy walls took a little while longer to stop.  We both could feel it.  My Brit was ecstatic.  “Can you feel that?” she asked.

“Oh, yes, I certainly can.  That’s wonderful.  So wonderful.  It milked the juice right out of me when you were coming.”  I caressed her ample hips with my hands.

She flopped down on top of me smiling.  My softening dick fell out of her oozing pussy.  “So now we’ve mated.”

“Mated?”

“Yeah.  Mated.  We have, sir, consummated our relationship.”  I loved it when she shifted her vocabulary from the standard repertoire of young adults.

“Just now?”

“Yes.”

“Not while ago when we ate each other silly?”

“Nope.  Has to be intercourse.”

“But we did THAT twice, earlier.”

“Doesn’t count as consummation if you don’t come.”  She giggled, completely wrecking her serious expression.

“Well, little love, you came.  I came.  We BOTH came.  We’re about as consummated as two people can get.”  I smiled at her.

She kept on.  “It used to be that way, you know.”

“I know.”

She looked at me, her eyes a bit dreamy.  “Wouldn’t be a bad thing if it was still that way.”

“Nah,” I said.  “We’d be married to other people.”

“Yeah,” she said, “But with you…”

Her hand wondered down to my dick.  It was laying soft in a puddle of our combined juices.  “You’re pretty sticky there, lover,” she said.  She looked at me.  “D’you wanna try that sixty-nine?”

“With YOU?  Oh, what a horrible thing!”  I laughed.  She reacted by turning around and straddling my face with her pussy still oozing both our juices.  I went into her pussy, tongue-first, sucking, lapping, drinking.  And at the other end, she was doing the same thing.

She cooed, “Oh, I love it!  It’s soft.  I can take it all in my mouth!”  And she demonstrated.  And continued, licking and sucking me clean.  She turned around.  “Bob, that’s ANOTHER wonderful thing I’ve done for the first time with you.”

“You’re my angel,” I told her when she turned back around.  “Wanna shower together?”

She smiled.  “Can we both fit in your shower?”

“Sure we can.  If you don’t mind bumping into me a bit.”

Kiss.  “Mmmmm.  We do pretty good bumping into each other, from what I’ve seen.”

We showered, a long shower, lathering each other, savoring the feel of skin made slippery with soap.  I shampooed her hair.  She washed my back.  I left the shower with probably the cleanest dick and balls in the hemisphere.

We toweled off, assisting each other.  I gave her an extra towel for her hair and then offered her a hair dryer.

“Old girlfriend’s?”

“I bought it for her.  You don’t have to use it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Look, I know you had girlfriends before I came along.  You were MARRIED to my aunt.”

She sat on a stool and I dried her hair as she brushed.  I finished and she gave her sassy head a shake, stood up, and gave me a kiss.  We walked back into the bedroom and crawled back into bed.

“We need to go to sleep,” she said.  “You have work tomorrow and I have classes.”

“Okay,” I said.  “It’s been a long time since I slept with somebody all night.”

“I never did,” she said.  “I mean, like you and me are sleeping together, sex and all that.  Never with a guy at all.”

“Come here,” I pulled her towards me and into my arms.  “You are a truly wonderful thing,” I said.  “I could get used to this.  Very easily.”

Her head was against my chest.  “Mmmmm.  Me too.”  We savored the nearness, drew comfort from each other.

I was breathing easily as I eased into sleep.  And I don’t know if I was dreaming or what, but I thought I heard “I love you, Bob,” as I went to sleep.

The feel of a female form in bed with me was alien enough to cause me to wake up when I turned over in the night, and when I did, I remembered who was there and I lightly caressed her and went back to sleep.

The alarm went off, waking us both.  A tousled brown head of hair turned toward me.  “Mmmmm, good morning, Bobby.  You sleep okay?”

“Yes, little one.  I slept wonderfully.”

“I felt you touch me during the night,” she said.  “I liked it.  It means something.  You didn’t have to touch me.  You wanted to.”

“’Course I wanted to.”

She smiled demurely.  “Are you afraid to kiss me?”

“I got dragon breath in the morning.  Didn’t want to gross you out.”

“Me too,” she said, “but I’ll risk it.”  And she pulled my face to hers, molding her body against mine.  “We forgot to put clothes on last night.” And we kissed.  And it wasn’t bad at all.  Not a bit.

Then she squealed and dove under the covers and clamped warm lips on my dick.  I could hardly control myself.  “Mmmmmm, Brit!”

Emerging, she said, “You were right!  It works when you need more than a kiss!”

I returned the favor, getting to feel and taste that delightful pussy early in the morning.  Then we got dressed.  She went her way and I went mine.
Chapter Three

I thought about Brit a lot during the day.  I couldn’t remember ever having a sweeter lover.  She was enthusiastic over a layer of innocence, and she left me feeling like she was devoted to me.  After one day.  And thirteen years.  But one day.

Besides, today was a new day.  She’d left this morning with everything she brought with her the day before, that is, the clothes on her back.  I made it through the day before my cellphone rang and I saw the display.  Brit.  She was on my contact list because of the kids.

I punched the button to connect.  “Hi, sweetie,” I said.  “how’s your day?”

She sighed into the phone.  “Classes.  And now I have to work until eight.  Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said.  “Anything.”

“Tell me the truth, Bob.  Yesterday.  We talked about me moving in with you.  That was yesterday.  This is today.  Do you still want me to?  I mean, if you don’t, well, we had some passion going and I can see how you might have said stuff yesterday that went away today.  But I need to know, you know?”

“Brit,” I answered, “do YOU have any regrets?  Anything YOU want to take back?”

“No, Bob.  Not a bit.”

“Not even what you said when you thought I was asleep?”

“You heard that?”

“So I wasn’t dreaming?”

“No.  I thought maybe I was.”  She sighed. “Well, I think I meant it.  I think I do.  But I meant all the rest, too, besides that, too.”

“Then you need to bring some stuff with you when you come home after work, huh?”

She squealed in my ear.  “Yesyesyes!  I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

I got home after work and puttered around doing my normal routine.  I fed myself.  I knew Brit would catch something between school and work.  I watched some TV.  I showered.  I was sitting in my recliner when the phone rang.

“Hi,” I said, noting the “Brit” tag on the caller ID.

“Hi yourself,” she laughed.  “I’m just leaving work.  I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“I’ll leave the light on for you.”

“M’kay!  I’m hurrying!”

I laughed.  “Don’t kill yourself.  We have plenty of time.”

“Bye, baby!” and she hung up.

Ten minutes later I was helping her unload bags from her car.  Her clothes.  Shoes.  Books. A laptop computer.  Pillows .   A blanket.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I said to her.

“I think so,” she said.  “We’ll just have to see.”  We laughed together as she stuffed clothes into a dresser drawer and hung up others on hangers in a closet.  Finally I couldn’t stand it.  I put my hand on her shoulder and turned her around.  Her eyes met mine and I scooped her into my arms and kissed her.  She kissed back.

“I was waiting to see if you’d do that,” she said.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Make the first move.”  And her arms were around me and the kisses that followed were hot and happy.  “I was thinking that just maybe I seduced you a little yesterday.”

“You did,” I said, “and it was like a fantasy come true, little girl.”  More kisses.  Her hands slid inside the waistband of my gym shorts and back over my butt.

“Mmmmm,” she said.  She buried her face into my chest.  “You already showered, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Usually right after I get home from work.”

“So I have to wash my own back?”  She looked up at me with those big blue eyes.

“No, little girl,” I said, “I will be glad to wash your back.  And your front.  And your top.  And your bottom.”

“Good!” she laughed, “Now, help me undress!”

I helped her out of her clothing and while doing it, I dropped my own.  Our naked bodies met in a hot embrace then we hit the shower.  I got the happy experience of a wet, soapy Brit as I washed her and I thought we were getting out of the shower, but she said, “Wait!”

“What?”

Brit knelt down in front of me.  She turned her wet head upward, grinning.  “I wanna do you!”  And she sucked me as I stroked her wet hair.  I was as hard as a rock.

“Now we can get out!” she said as she stood up.  I bent over and sucked her left nipple into my mouth.  “Mmmmmm!” she moaned.  “Come on!  We need to get in bed!”

We got out of the shower and made a big deal about drying each other off.  Together we dried her short brown hair.  Finishing, she bounced up and turned her naked body around to face me and insinuated herself against me.  My dick responded happily, pressing into the softness of her belly.

“You are one beautiful girl,” I said.

She smiled at me.  “I believe you mean it.  Even if I’m fat.”

“Fat has nothing to do with it.  You’re a joy to behold.”

She answered my words with kisses, shoving me gently backward out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.  I hit the edge of the bed and sat down and drew her against me.  My hands roamed over her soft skin and my mouth worshipped her breasts and she ran her fingers over my head and tangled them in my hair and pulled me into her hard as I sucked on nipples and titties.   This one was a treat for the senses.

She pushed me back onto the bed and I turned around still laying on my back.  Giggling, she straddled me.  My hands grabbed her hips as she wiggled her pussy against my dick.

“You don’t mind this, do you?” she asked with a smile.  “I love being here.”  She punctuated her comment with a wet pussy sliding my hard dick between its lips, trapping it between her wet pussy and my belly.

“Yeah, it’s horrible,” I said, “That’s why I’m smiling and pulling on you like this!”

She continued her ride for a few more moments then slid down to lay on top of me, bringing our faces together and planting kisses, some sweet pecks, some lavish with moist lips and tongue.  There could be no finer feeling than the love lavished on me by this plump doll.

She stopped kissing and said, “You know, I’ve been thinking about YOU all day?”

“Me?  I’m just some old man…”

“You silly thing!  You treated me better in one night than all the rest of the guys I’ve ever known, put together.”  She smiled.  “I always WANTED making love to be like you showed me last night.”

“Oh, princess,” I said, “you deserve nothing but the best.  I very much enjoyed you, too.  You’re wonderful!”  I punctuated my own comments by sliding my hands over the softness of her ample back and thighs. Her skin felt like velvet, clean, smooth, soft.  She was a tactile feast, and I got to enjoy that feast.  I put a hand on the back of her head, tangling my fingers in that sassy haircut and prompted by the tiniest of tugs, her face merged with mine again.  “I love kissing you.   I could lose myself looking into those eyes.”

Her eyes accepted that word with a twinkle and she kissed me again.  Then she popped up and said, “You up for that sixty-nine thing?”

“Am I still breathing?” I laughed.

She spun around and I found my face snuggled between two plump thighs, a sweet-smelling, moist pussy opening slightly in front of my mouth.  I felt hands on my dick, then fingers curling around under my balls.  I knew what I wanted at both ends.  As my tongue met the soft folds of her moistness, I felt lips close over the head of my dick and the suction began.  “Mmmmmmmm,” came from somewhere down at my groin.

“Mmmmmmm,” was my reply as my tongue savored the tangy, salty, musky, sweet, slick juices leaking from her pussy.

I ran my tongue from the beginning of her slit at her pubic mound all the way back to her completely clean and very pink anus, spreading her buttcheeks with my hands.  When my tongue hit her butthole, she let out a little squeal from lips wrapped around my dick.

“You don’t like?” I asked.

“Mmmmm, no, you just surprised me.  That’s the first time I had that happen.”  She popped her mouth down over my dick and sucked it lightly as she pulled her head back, letting loose a little popping sound.  “I never thought about that feeling good.  Do it again!”

I did, this time spending a little time probing with the tip of my tongue and swirling it around the little wrinkles of her tight hole.

“Mmmmmm!  I think I like that!”  She rewarded my good deed by dropping her head to engulf my dick and then dragging it back, her teeth lightly riding my skin and catching on the corona.  She held the head lightly between her teeth and breathed.  I could feel her breath, practically every warm, moist molecule.   Her head bobbed down and up, her hand working in concert with it, sucking and milking.

I went back to the moisture of her pussy, stuck my tongue as far into her tight hole as I could, then savoring her juice, then my tongue-tip met the head of her clit.  That got a big moan from down below.  And her hips swung against my face.  Brit liked this.  So I kept on.  She tried gamely to concentrate on the dick in her mouth, but I was working very hard to break her concentration.

“Mmm.  Mmmm.  Mmmm,” she moaned.  Finally she just gave up and pulled my dick out of her mouth and held it against her cheek as she rode the sensations toward climax.  I kept licking and flicking and sucking her erect clit into my lips.  “Oh! Bob! Don’t! Stop!  Please! Mmm.  Mmm.  Ahhh!  I’m. About. To. Come!”

I could tell this without the words as her mobile hips pushed her pussy into my face and her juices came freely.  I broke my tongue away from her clit long enough to gather a mouthful.

“No!  YouknowwhatIneed!” she hissed.  “Oh! Bob! Makemecome!”  Pussy lips pushed into my face and I licked her happily, gladly, the juices inside my mouth satisfying my momentary hunger like a pre-meal appetizer.  I wrapped the head of her clit in my lips and sucked and licked and my Brit went over the cliff squealing.  “EEEENNNNNNN!  Ohgodohgodohgod! Bobbbbbbbb! Ahhhhhh! Huhhhhhh! Ohhhh!”

I slowed my tender attentions to her clit and let her ease down from her climax.  She completely relaxed, moaning, “Mmmmmmm, Bob!”  I felt her soft body fully against me, her soft belly on my chest.  I pushed forward again and slid my tongue the length of her wet slit, gathering even more of the nectar of her coming.  She shuddered.  “Mmmmmmm, Bob!  Lick me some more!”  And she punctuated her request with a slurping, languorous suck on my dick, her own tongue swirling around the head.

I returned to her sweet pussy.  Pushing my hands between her thighs I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and fastened my lips over her clit, forming a vacuum to suck it into my mouth where my tongue danced over it.  She rose to the heights quickly, her pussy slick with juicy goodness.  “Oh, Bob!” she hissed, “I need it!  Like THAT!  Yeah!”  She bucked her hips against my mouth and tongue.  “Ohhh, yeah!.  Right!  There!  Hard!  Yeah!  Mmmph!  Mmm.  Mmmm!” And a particularly hard shove of her pussy into my face and “Ahhhhh! Ohgodohgodohgod!  Baby! Hnnnnhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”  This time as she came down, she rolled sideways off me and turned around.

I cuddled her soft form into my arms and she showered my face with kisses, stroking her pretty brown hair with my free hand.  Her head moved down a bit and her mouth kissed my chest, then she snuggled into my chest, relaxing, for some long, soft minutes.  I let her rest, kissing the top of her head.  She finally drew a deep breath and turned her face up towards mine.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy for saying this, but don’t get all freaked out,” she said.

“What, sweetness?” I asked.

“Bob, is it okay if I think I love you?”  The blue eyes had a half-sad, half-scared look.

“No, Brit, little sweet angel, it’s perfectly fine with me.  Is it okay if I love you too?”  That got me a championship grade hug and a kiss.

“Really?  I mean, like, REALLY?!?”

“Really.  You act like it’s supposed to be difficult to love you.”

“No, it’s just that, like, you know, this kinda came up fast, and all…”

“Wait,” I said, “last night you told me you’d been planning this for months.”

“I did.  But I didn’t think you’d be this good to me and it would affect me like this.”

“Wow,” I said.  “All I did was treat you like the doll you are, and you KNOW I always liked you all these years, even if sometimes you did act like a spoiled brat.”

“You just came off as way more than I expected, and just remember, Uncle Bob, this is the spoiled brat who’s been sucking your dick while you ate her innocent little pussy this evening…” her mouth turned into a grin.  “Seriously, though, you know…”

“I know that you’re a doll and we’re going to try living together to see how THAT works.  And I think I love you.  Yes.”

“I love you, too.” She half-turned onto her elbow, placing her face above me and kissed me and this time it felt different somehow.  “Now,” she grinned, “d’you think I could suck on you for a while?”

And my young lover slid down, pushing me onto my back.  “Wait,” I said “let me prop up so I can watch you.”

“You want to watch Brit sucking your dick?”

“You betcha,” I teased.  “Brit is like some fantastic sexy thing.  Watching her suck me, she acts like she enjoys it and that makes me come like a fountain!”

Brit giggled as I scooted back in the bed, piling pillows behind me so I was almost sitting up.  She was soon laying perpendicular to me, her head paused above my dick, looking at me with that quirky grin of hers, blue eyes twinkling.

“You need to know that I have been thinking about getting YOUR dick in my mouth all day.”

“Baby, you’re like a wild fantasy come true.” I stroked her sleek, shiny hair and her cheek.  “You are, you know.”  My conversation dissolved into a groan as her mouth closed over my dickhead.

“Remember that thing you did with your tongue on my clit?” she asked, smiling.

“Uh-huh,” I managed to say.

“I’m trying to find an equivalent,” she said.  Her head dipped and I felt her white teeth nibbling their way around the corona of my dick.  “I have so much to play with, to learn, about your dick, Bob.”

“Oh, Brit!  That’s wild!”

She fastened her mouth on the junction between my shaft and my scrotum.  I felt sucking, then tongue, then teeth.

“Too hard?”

“God, no!  wonderful!”

“Bobby likes his pee-pee being bitten,” she cooed.  And she worked her way up the shaft, alternately biting the ridge underneath my dick and biting the whole shaft like it was an ear of corn, all the time gazing at me with those blue eyes laughing at my expressions of ecstasy.  Her mouth stopped at the joint where the shaft turns into the head and caught that with her teeth.  With mouth open, her teeth gripping my dick lightly, she looked at me smiling, then a quick move of her head and my dick disappeared deep into her mouth.  I felt her tongue lolling over the head as she pulled light suction.

“Mmmmmmm, Bob!  I LOVE your dick!” suck.  Lick.  “Mmmmm. You’re giving your Brit some juice!”  I was leaking pre-cum in large amounts.  She latched her lips around the head and milked the shaft with her hands.

“Ahhhhh, Brit, baby!”  I felt her left hand cup my balls and tug lightly and squeeze.

“You better like this, baby.  This is Brit’s playground!”  And she went to a very arousing rhythm of sucking and jacking my dick and I soon felt the waves of pleasure building.

“Oh, yeah, Brit.  Oh, yeah!”

“Mmmmm, baby, come for me!  I want your stuff in my mouth.  Please!”  And she went back to sucking and I couldn’t restrain my hips as I rose in time with her ministrations.  She matched her own mouth and hand with the little upward thrusts I couldn’t keep myself from making into her hot mouth.

“Nnnnn. Brit! Ohhh!  Hereitcomes!”  I shot the first jet into her mouth and was rewarded with more sucking and milking timed with the successive squirts of my come.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred.  “Mmmmm…”  And she kept sucking and milking as I came down from a thunderous orgasm.  She never let my dick out of her mouth, just keeping the gentle suction, letting the pressure of her tongue take over the milking of her hand as my dick softened and she sucked the entire thing into her mouth.  Finally she exhaled and let me fall out of her mouth.

She sat up at my hips, smiled, and made a big show of wiping a stray drop of semen off the corner of her mouth with her finger.  She stuck that finger into her mouth.  “That’s too good to waste,” she grinned.  “Now!  D’ya feel better?”

“Feel better?  I wasn’t feeling bad when you showed up!”

“Yeah, but a good orgasm does wonders, doesn’t it?” she grinned.

“C’mere, you!” I said, pulling her into my arms.  We mashed our faces into a passionate kiss.

Breaking, she giggled, “Silly, you didn’t give me a chance to finish swallowing yet.”  And she kissed me again, and yeah, I could taste.  Why not?  She’d just demonstrated her love for me in a most intimate and enthusiastic manner.

It was my turn for a post-orgasmic cuddle and she pulled me to her chest.  I nuzzled her beautiful titties and she guided my mouth to her nipple and held me like I was nursing.  I was.  Her hand stroked my head as my tongue massaged her nipple.  It was hard and I could feel little bumps on the areole around it.

“Baby,” she said, “you DO know that you’re starting something again, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I said.  “I was hoping…”

“Okay,” she giggled, “Just this ONE more.”  She slid down and sucked my balls and watched my dick harden from close range.  Then her head bobbed delightfully as she fellated me.

“Mmmmmmm, baby, you’re the BEST!”

“I hope so, baby.  It’s like this thing was MADE for my mouth!”  And she climbed out from between my legs and straddled her rubinesque body across my hips, her soft thighs gripping me.  There was urgency to her hip movements as her pussy sought out my dick.  It found its target and I slid into her tight warm wetness.  I was all the way inside her, her pussy lips pressed between us.  There was no “deeper”.

I looked up at my angel on her perch.  She was smiling broadly.

“Bob, you gotta KNOW I love this, baby!”  She underscored her statement with sliding thrusts of her hips, sliding my dick out of its wet hot home, then sliding it back in.

“Brit, you’re perfect there,” I said, holding her soft hips in my hands.  I added upward thrusts to her back and forth strokes.  Her belly and breasts jiggled in time with our fucking.  I was into it.  Each of her backward slides dragged her clit along the base of my dick and each of her forward slides, I plunged upward, feeling the lump of her cervix against the head of my dick.

The look on her face.  She was smiling while at the same time concentrating, biting her bottom lip.  Her eyes were closed and her hands were touching my chest.  Little mewing sounds started making their way out of her mouth.

“Emmmm.” Thrust. “Emmm.” Thrust.  “Ahhh!” Thrust.  “Bob!” Thrust. “I”.  Thrust.  “Love.” Thrust. “You!” Thrust. “Ahhh!”  Thrust.

I was encouraging her.  “Oh, Brit!” Thrust. “Ride me.” Thrust. ”Baby!” Thrust.  “I’m!” Thrust. “Coming!”

And Brit was, too.  “Ennnnnghhhhh!” Breathe.  Thrust. “Bobbbbbb!” and she slammed her pussy down hard on my dick as I started splashing semen inside her hot young pussy.  I felt her pussy walls rippling with her orgasm and I kept tiny upward thrusts going to milk the last pleasurable surges out of my coming.

Finally her eyes opened, almost as if she was drugged, and she fell forward onto my chest.  My post-orgasmic soft dick plopped out of her pussy.  “Awwww…” she said, “it feels so good inside me…”

I kissed the top of her head.  She nestled against me.  “You’re so sweet, Bob.  I always wanted sex to be like this.”

“Me too, princess.  Me too!”  I sighed and kissed her head again.  “Turn around and let me clean you up before we have a mess.”

I was rewarded with a purr as she pivoted around to sixty-nine position.  I was presented with an oozing, dripping cream-pie of a pussy and once again tasted the combined products of our lovemaking.  She was using fingers, lips and tongue on me, cleaning my dick and balls and I gladly lapped her gushing pussy.  This was not some subtle hint of juice.  When I put my mouth over her outer lips and started scooping up the juice with my tongue, sucking softly, I got enough to swallow.  Twice.  Delicious.  She shuddered as I toyed idly with her clit and got even by teething the corona of my dick.

And we ended up in each other’s arms, cuddled, her naked plump body molded against me.  “Bob.” She said, “It’s not gonna be just about sex, huh?”

“No, sweetie,” I answered, kissing the top of her head.  “I’ve actually had conversations with you before, you know…  We can get along pretty good together.”

“’Specially when it’s just us, an’ nobody interfering…  I mean, you’an’ I like some of the same shows, and I love your music an’ stuff.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the kind of things that let a couple LIVE together.  I mean, you’ve just given me two days of the best sex in my life…”

Squeal!  Hug.  Kiss!  “Really?!?!”

“Yeah, really.  I’m astounded.”

“Oh, Bob…  I always hoped sex would be like this.  I was so disappointed when it wasn’t.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” I said, cuddling her and letting her talk.

“I mean, the first time, I thought that if I just went all the way with the guy, he’d start treating me nice in public.  And I really wanted it to be good, but he hurt me and got his rocks off and that was that.  And the next day I saw him on campus and he acted like nothing special had happened.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie…”  I was looking over my charming Brit.  Okay, so she WASN’T going to be on a swimsuit calendar, she was still cute in a plump, healthy, happy fashion, and remember, this was a trophy-grade intellect and sense of humor.

“And I tried again with a couple more boys, and the same thing.  There was even a guy who hung out with our group an’ I thought, like, he’s a friend and maybe THAT will make things different.  But it didn’t.  But I really WANTED it to be happy and passionate and fun, and I wanted to be able to be playful and to have a guy actually want ME and want to play around with me.”

I just nodded.

“An’ I remembered your ex telling my mom how you liked to play all afternoon, and I got to thinking, and that’s why yesterday happened.”

“Sweetie,” I said, “I like to do it that way.  A lot of people don’t, not at all.  And some people only like that once in a while.  You’re not the only one disappointed.  A lot of girls don’t like sex the way that I do.”  I paused.  “Or you.”

“Really?”  She paused.

“Yeah, really.  And I guess guys are the worst.  A lot of them just want a quick orgasm.  Me, though, I like savoring and enjoying, and you, little one, are the most savory and enjoyable thing I can remember.  Ever!”

“Awwww!  You’re being sweet!  But you’ve been with a lot of women.”

“No, Brit, not that many.  I don’t do the quickie thing very well. Or one-night stands.”

“We’ll have to try some quickies, baby!”  She giggled.

“Now you’ll be different, baby doll.   Quickies can be part of our sex life, as long as we get to take time with one another like this.  This is too good.  I don’t ever want to give that up.”

“Me neither, lover,” she said.  She kissed me.  “Me neither.”

The hour was getting late as we kissed and cuddled and made small talk, finally pulling the blankets up and settling off to sleep, me lying on my back, Brit on her side against me, her hand playing idly with my dick and balls.  That was a wonderfully soothing thing to me, and to her too, apparently, as her breathing settled into a sleep pattern.
Chapter Four

So we woke up the next morning together.  As in “we’re gonna be together” together.  Here’s where the fun comes in, you know, when two people who’ve never lived together find out who does what in the morning, who’s not a morning person, how her routine and my routine are going to mesh.  This is, of course, one of those “make or break” things in a couple’s designs on permanency.

I was into the bathroom first, not giving it a second thought, and was standing in front of the toilet peeing when Brit came in, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Oh, I need that,” she said.

“I’ll be finished in a second,” I said, and as the stream stopped, I gave my dick a couple of shakes.  Brit handed me a piece of toilet paper as I backed up.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“To catch the stuff you didn’t shake off,” she said.

“Oh.”  This wasn’t my usual operation, but I carefully dabbed the end of my soft dick as she sat on the toilet.

She spread her legs to make an opening.  “Put it in here,” she said.  I dropped the paper between her legs.  As I straightened up her hand caught my hip and tugged me toward her.

She was sitting.  I was standing, naked, my dick soft after the early morning pee.  Her eyes flashed a smile at me and her head bent forward and she sucked me into her mouth.  Her tongue played magic on my soft dick, and it was hardening as she let it go.  “I love playing with that,” she said.

I bent over and kissed her.

“Just a sec,” she said.  She wiped herself and stood up and flushed the toilet.  And before I could clear out of the bathroom, she wrapped me up in her arms and we exchanged a passionate kiss.  “Good morning, lover,” she smiled.

We finished our ablutions and got dressed.  Breakfast came in the form of cold cereal and hot coffee.  And conversation.  Her schedule.  Mine.  Check the TV for weather.  And out the door, with a real kiss on the front steps before she got in her car and I got in mine.

Her day started with four hours on her job and a mid-afternoon class.  Mine was the standard eight to four-thirty at the office.  Meeting for lunch, while not completely out of the question, wasn’t planned for the day.

I walked in the door at almost five and started whipping up something for supper.  I was at the stove when Brit walked in, dropping her bookbag on the sofa.

“Hey, babe,” she said cheerily, “how’d your day go?”

“Oh, normal stuff,” I answered, “how was yours?”

“More of the same.  You wanna help me study tonight?  You don’t have to, but you can…”

“Sure, sweetie.  I’m glad to help.”

We ate our supper, chatting about the details of the day.  When I got up to start loading the dishwasher, Brit beat me to it.  This was a surprise to me, because the old Brit, the spoiled teenager I used to know, she wouldn’t lift a finger on her own.  While Brit attended to the kitchen, I put a load of laundry on.  I walked back into a tidy kitchen and a smiling Brit.

“There!” she said.  “That’s done!  We did good!”

“Yes we did,” I said, planting a fun kiss son her upturned face, right on the end of the nose.

“You can do better than that for a load of dishes,” she said, and put her arms around my neck and gave me a real kiss.  “TV?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said.  “Let’s see what’s on.  But what about studying?”

“Yeah, that too.”

For an hour we sat at the kitchen able going over her day’s coursework, laughing, discussing, flipping pages, looking up things on line.  Finally she started closing books.  She stuffed things back into her bookbag and sat it by the front door.

I  got up and sat in my recliner.

She eyed me.  “Am I too heavy to sit on your lap?”

“Oh, hell, no!”

And I got a wiggly, giggly Brit in my lap.  For a few seconds.  A couple of kisses and a “you know, this’d be a lot more fun with a lot less clothes!”

“Uh-huh,” I said.  “That’s how all this got started.”

“Yeah, poor Bob, seducing young girls and making them come live with him.”

“Uh, little girl, may I remind you of who did the seducing?”

“Okay,” she admitted, “but you have to admit, it WASN’T that hard.”

“Oh, it was VERY hard…”

“Eeeee,” came the giggling squeal.  “Bobby made a sex joke!”  And she jumped up and put her hands on her ample hips.  “Naked!” she commanded.

So I got naked.  As did she.  She pointed to the sofa where this all started.  I sat down, expecting her to lay down as she’d done a mere two days before.  She didn’t lay down.  She knelt in front of me.  “I spent a good part of the day thinking about doing this,” she giggled.  My dick was hardening in anticipation as she rested her elbows on my knees and her right hand lightly grasped my dick.  Her twinkling eyes and the smile over her entire face had me almost ready to squirt right then and there.  Her hair bounced saucily as her mouth enveloped my dick.

“Gahhhhh, baby!  I’ve always DREAMED about this!”

She looked up, the head of my dick resting against her bottom lip.  “You’ve never been sucked on the sofa?”

“Never!”

“Well sit back, Mr. Bob, an’ let Brit take care of that!”  And she did.  Very sweetly.  She ate my balls like a couple of plums in the process.  And oh, the way she sucked.  I thought I would pass out from the intensity. She liked using her teeth and did it frequently, right to the edge of pain, drawing back sweetly, then licking and sucking.  She looked right into my eyes, the corners crinkled with her grin, and while she was looking at me, she’d pop just the head of my dick into her mouth, then pull it out and languorously lick it and suck it into her naturally red lips.

“Yah know,” she said, “All my life I didn’t know I could have THIS much fun with my mouth!” And she went back to sucking me.

“Babe!” Suck.  “I’m coming!” Suck.

The little tease.  “I can tell.  You flooded my mouth with that clear stuff,” she said, smiling innocently.

“Baby!  Suck!  I’m dyin’!”

She cooed, “Does Bobby need some sucking from Brit?  Hmmmm?”

“Please!”

With a giggle she returned to my dick and made up the tiny amount of ground she’d lost while teasing me to the point of insanity.  “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned.

I knew she was getting a flood of pre-cum.  I could feel the beginnings of an orgasmic surge.  “Oh!  Brit.  God, baby!  I’m commmmmminggggg!”  I thrust my dick into her mouth and the first splash hit somewhere in her mouth.

“MMmmmmmmpphhh!” and she kept sucking.  She jacked her hand and used her sucking mouth and tongue to empty me completely.  I was almost unconscious from the intensity of the experience.

“I love the way your balls get all tight when you come,” she said.  Then she climbed up astride me and kissed me and pressed her ample body against mine.

I drew her against me harder.  “Brit,” I said, “I love being close to you.  I wish we could just melt together.”

“Me, too, Bob,” she said, following with a kiss.  “Nobody’s ever hugged me like you do.  I always wanted to be loved like this.  I didn’t think I’d ever get it.”

“I love you, Brit.”

“I love you too, baby.  Forever.”

“Forever?  That’s a long time for a nineteen year old girl to love a forty-six year old man.”

She gazed at me with those astoundingly blue eyes.  “Forever is forever, Bob.”  She kissed me.

“Brit, you know there’s something we haven’t discussed.”

“What’s that, babe?”

“Kids.  As in “I can’t have any”, like in “vasectomy”.  You’re gonna want kids, aren’t you?  I can’t have any more kids.”

She sat back on my knees.  “Nope!  Think about it, Bob.  You know me.  I haven’t got a “mommy” gene in my body.  I don’t even like kids.  Especially babies.  You know how those things get here?  Ouch!  Not from my body!”  She leaned forward and kissed me, then pulled back to conversational distance again.  “But that doesn’t stop us from practicin’.”  Giggle.  “Now, I wanna tub bath tonight.  Is that okay?”

“Sure, sweetie.  I can wash your back.”  She stood and then I stood, knees still shaky from that earth-shattering orgasm I’d just had.  I followed her bouncy ass back to the bathroom and started filling the tub.  She adjusted the temperature and settled in, easing down until her whole body was in the water, just her head out.  Those big tubs are worth their weight in gold, but seeing Brit wet and naked in the warm water made me wish I’d sprung for a bigger one.  She smiled sweetly.

I knelt by the tub and soaped up a washcloth and lavished her body with it.  She purred.  She bent forward and I washed her back.  She purred more.  Then she slid down and submerged her head and massaged her scalp.  Resurfacing, she said, “I love to soak in a tub.  But I need a shower to rinse off, okay?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “That’s how I usually do it myself.”

She soaked for a while as I explored her wet body, accompanied by many giggles and wiggles.  Finally she stood and stepped out.  I had the shower warmed up and joined her in it as she rinsed off.  Then she got out and dried off while I showered.  I finished, and as I was shaving, she was drying her hair.

“Babe,” she said, “this is nice.”

“Yes, it is,” I answered, pausing from my shave. “I like this.  You’re good to have around.”  I rinsed my face and brushed my teeth as she put up her hair dryer.

She turned around to meet me.  Her arms went around my neck.  “Mmmmmm,” she said, kissing me.  “Bed!”

“Hey!” I answered.  “It’s just barely past eight.”

She raised an eyebrow at me.  “I’m not talking about going to sleep, babe!”

“Oh.”

She was crawling onto the bed, butt in the air.

“Stop!” I said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I answered.  “Just stay where you are.”  My hand touched the smooth broad curve of her ass.

“Oooooooh,” she said.  “Sir!  Are you taking advantage of me?”

“Hell, yes!”  I kissed her butt cheeks and rubbed my face over those sensuous curves.  “Mmmmmm, what a marvelous ass you have, young lady!”

She wiggled it.  “Eeeee…” I bent lower and saw her pink pussy lips peeking from between her fleshy thighs.  My fingers touched the sweet puffiness.  There was the hint of the juiciness beginning to form inside.  This drew my tongue.  Brit giggled.  “That’s nice!”

I reached forward underneath her and cupped a delightfully dangling titty as I worked my tongue between her pussy lips.  That got me another “Mmmmm.”  I continued back up the length of her tight slit and back up her buttcrack, open deliciously in front of me.  A little pink rosebud was winking at me.  I couldn’t resist.  I mean, the last time my tongue hit her anus, she liked it, and here it was, wide open, in full view, just waiting.

I planted a full kiss on her ass and my tongue snaked out and hit her anus.  That got me another gleeful “Eeeee!” and “Mmmmmm!   I never thought THAT would feel good.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Nononono!”

So I worked her butt over.  And her pussy.  And I was hard.  And there was this delicious ass in the air, pussy now glistening with moisture, and my Brit was alternately purring and giggling as I treated her rear section like a playground.

I crawled up toward her on my knees, my hard dick leading the way.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Nothin’,” I said.  “Just playin’ around.”

“Uh… sir…”

My dick’s head met her moist lips.  I pushed gently, expecting to have to do a little exploration to find her hole.  I was wrong.  I eased forward, my dick finding EXACTLY where it was supposed to go.

“Mmmmmahhhhhhh!  That feels SO good going in!” Brit was happy.  I was happy.

“Is this something you like?” I asked.

“YOU feel wonderful there.  SOOOOOO wonderful!”

I started easy stroking, admiring the round ass in front of me.  I had a hand on each hip. I took a long thrust and Brit came up off her elbows to all fours.  “Ooooohhh, Bob!  Do THAT again!”  I gave her another long stroke.  And another.  And a few more.

“I can feel your balls hitting me,” she said.  “I love this!”

A couple more strokes and her hips were working in concert with my thrusts.  “Hard, baby!  Hard!  I want it hard this way!  I won’t break!”

I started pounding and she was getting vocal.  “Yessss!” through clenched teeth.  “Go!” Stroke. “Push!” Stroke.  “Oh, yeah, Bob!” Push. “Like THAT!”  I was pounding.  She was meeting each of my thrusts with her own rear movement, accentuating the impact, and each time her ass hit me, she tilted her pelvis forward, dragging her clit into momentary contact with my sliding dick.  WE continued for some minutes, breathing heavily, my thrusts forward meeting her thrusts back.  I felt my dick in her as deep as I could thrust and her pussy was practically drawing it in deeper.

“Mmmmmm, baby!  I’m gonna Commmmmme!”

“Yeah, baby!” I hissed myself.  “Me too!  Mmmmphhh!” thrust. “ Mmmmph!” Thrust!  “mmmm!”  I could feel my nuts drawing up in preparation to sending a load into her waiting vagina.  I took a deep breath to release with my first shot and just as I started to say “Yesss!” in orgasmic bliss, Brit beat me to it!

“Yahhhhhh!  Bobbbb!  I’m commmmminggggg!”  She thrust back against me and I started little short strokes inside her to ride with my own coming.  She sensed the change and her ass made little tiny circles, drawing out my semen with the contracting walls of her hungry pussy.

I lost balance and went over sideways when the last surge of come left me.  Laying down beside my satisfied lover, I kissed her.

Her eyes took on that “Britney is amused” twinkle and she said, “Now!  Whats on TV?”

I spanked her on the cheek of her beautiful ass.  She squealed.  “Little girl!  After THAT, we’re lucky  drops of juice aren’t on TV.”

“Oh, yeah.  Juice!”  She twisted down to start lapping her tongue around the soppy mess on my dick and balls.

“Hey!  Where’s mine?”  This got me another twisting Britney as she presented her happily sopping pussy to my mouth.  My first laps and swallows.  Mmmmmm!  Brit and I are delicious together.  We enjoyed a bit of cuddling in the afterglow, then went into the living room to actually watch TV.  This time I took my appointed spot on the sofa and had Brit’s head in my lap.

I idly caressed her body with my left hand, thinking back to only two days before when she’d first laid down beside me and how far we’d come, from friendly strangers to tightly entwined lovers.  Then, I avoided her beautiful breasts.  Tonight my fingers played over those sumptuous curves as her tits succumbed only slightly to gravity.  A fingertip across a nipple brought me an “Mmmmm!”

My right hand brushed that shiny brown hair aside from her face so I could survey the tight young skin and that perfect (did I tell you yet?) nose.  As my fingertip touched her nose, I told her, “Brit, you’ve got a perfect nose, you know…”

Giggle.  “Bob, you just make me FEEL so good!”

I let my left hand run down her soft side to the curve of her ass as she drew her left leg up.  I played my fingers over her, adoring every inch of her feminine form.  She nestled closer to me, sliding her right hand under my thigh.  Her fingertips found my dangling balls and she brushed them lightly.  “Mmmmm!  Balls…” she bounced up a bit and rolled and I found my dick inside her mouth again.  “Mmmmmm!  I just love sucking you!”  And then she laid back down.

“That, little one, is a very nice thing to know.”

Giggle.

“Bob, you know what?”

“What?”

“This is like our honeymoon.”

“I guess it is, baby doll,” I said, “except we’re not married, and we’re both going to work and stuff.”  I thought for the briefest of moments.  “Say,” I said, “why don’t we take a road trip this weekend and go honeymoon somewhere else?”

Brit flopped over on her back to look directly into my face.  “Oh, baby, that would be wonderful!  You want to take me on a honeymoon!”

“Yes, little one, I do.  What do you think about…” and we talked about several destinations within a half day’s drive.  A decision was made, getting me a kiss from a cute, plump and very naked girl, and that, friends, is NOT a bad thing at all.

She settled back down.  We watched TV for some few minutes and then a commercial came on.  Brit flopped back over and looked at me.  “I was thinking…”

“Uh-oh…”

She turned her head and nipped my belly.  “Ass!”

“Uh, you call the guy who loves you most in the whole world an ass?  I’m hurt!”

“Seriously, listen to me…”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“So you know we’re gonna go out in public, huh?  I mean, we are, aren’t we?”

“Of course!  Why wouldn’t we?”

She continued, “Well, a bunch of reasons.”

“Such as?”

“You don’t want to be seen in public with me because you’re ashamed to be seen with a fat girl?”

“Not a chance.  You’re a cutie and you’re mine and I’m yours and I’d be proud to take you anywhere.  So let’s stop that “fat girl” stuff, okay?”

“Well, then what about running into people we know?”

I looked at her.  “Now, dear, that’s where it might get interesting.  I mean, most of the people I know wouldn’t think a thing of it, and if they did, it’s none of their business.  My family?  Not a problem.  They want me to be happy and if it takes a cute teen, well, so what?”

“I’m almost twenty!”

“Nineteen!” I said, “but the problem comes in when we think about what happens if somebody who knows YOUR family sees us…”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”

I continued, “I mean, like once or twice, in public, and we’re not holding hands or making out or whatever, only a couple of people know the relationship I used to have to you.  But I wonder what’s gonna happen when your mom or my ex finds out.”

Giggle.  “They’re gonna shit!”

“I know.  Seriously, Brit, have you thought about that?  Really?”

“Yeah.  Here’s what I think will happen.  Mom will have a fit and scream and holler and stuff, but then she’ll think about it and get over it.  After all, I’m old enough to do what I want.”

“But baby, she might bring enough crap on you to make you leave me.”

“Nope!  That’s where I got her.  She knows about some of the stories about my previous relationships and how torn up I was.  And when I tell her how you treat me so well, she’ll get over it.  Oh, she’ll be pissed beyond belief for a while, but she’ll get over it.”

“Okay,” I said.  “that takes care of your mom.  What about your aunt?  My ex?”

“She’ll holler louder.  But if my mom goes along, she’ll go along.”  Then she giggled.  “Of course, that will make life interesting for your kids.”

“Yeah.”

“Back to that “honeymoon” thing…”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“How about a REAL one?”

“Like in “take a week off and go somewhere together” real?”

“Yeah.  Like the “Leave the day of the wedding” real.”

“Come here!”  I pulled her up and she straddled my legs, facing me.  “Are you talking about marriage?”

“Yeah.”

“Me and you?”

“Yeah.” Meekly.  “I shouldn’t have said that, huh?”

“No.  That’s not it at all.  I was daydreaming at the office today, thinking about the paths this could go in the future, and one of those paths was us being married.”

“So what’d you think of it?”

“That it would be wonderful, but I wonder how fair it is for you to marry somebody almost thirty years older than you.”

“And…?”

“That if you were still around in a few weeks, I was going to ask you about it.”

She kissed me softly, tenderly, not pushing.  My lips parted and she responded with her tongue meeting mine.  “You don’t have to ask now, do you?”

“No, I suppose not.  Kinda takes the suspense out of the question of how you’d answer.”

“Baby,” she said, “don’t you see?  We’re thinking the same thing.”

“I know.  That’s scary.  You’re awfully young to be this warped.”

She was giggling when she kissed me. “You’re not warped!  I know for a fact that part of you is really straight right this very minute!”  She wiggled her pussy against my hardening dick.

“So, you think you might want to marry me?”

“Yeah, but I’m kinda like you.  Let’s see if we can still stand each other in a few weeks.”

“And if your mom doesn’t hire a hit man to off me when she finds out we’re living together.”

“That too.  I’m too young to be a widow.”  Giggle.  Kiss.

“But I’m all for the idea.  And a pre-honeymoon trip this weekend.”

“Yeah, but I’m thinking.”

“What?!?!?  Again?!?!?”

She smirked.  “Yeah, maybe we should go someplace we just HATE, so we can stay in the motel all weekend and make love.”

“Make love all weekend?”

Her eyes took a naughty twinkle.  “Oh, yeah.  Making love.  That.  And maybe a bit of fucking each other’s brains out, too.”

Kiss.  “My little girl has a filthy mouth.  Do you expect me to put my dick in that filthy mouth?

She giggled.  “Every chance we get.” Wiggle.  Her ass raised up a little and my dick popped up from its position where it was trapped between her pussy and my belly to its fully erect angle.  Her hips swiveled a bit, lining the head of my dick up with the now familiar entrance to her sweet pussy and she settled down on it.  “Uh, Bob.  I think we’re fucking again.”

“Yep,” I laughed.  “I think so.  I’ve fucked before and it feels like this, except not nearly as good.”  Snuggle-fucking.  This was it.  Look it up in the dictionary.  There’ll be a picture of me and my Brit.

That comment got me kisses to go with our mating.  And a happy Brit busily working her clit down on my hard dick, seeking her second orgasm of the day.  I was along for the ride here, having already had my second.  As she surged back and forth I added the up and down to her own motions.  I watched her titties bouncing and bent my head forward to capture a nipple in my mouth.  As I sucked on her nipple, she moaned, “Mmmmmm!”

It must have been a good combination, sucking a nipple and pounding my pubic bone upward into her clit, because the “Mmmmm” was followed by “Ohhhh!  Shit!  Bob! Ohgodohgodogod… MmmmmBobbbbb!  I’m coming!  Nnnnnnghhhh! Gahhhhh!”

I released her nipple and drew her to rest on my chest as she came back to earth.  “My pretty baby,” I said, gently kissing her head.  I stroked her lush body gently to sooth, not to arouse.

“Mmmmmm! Oh, Bob!  You’re so wonderful to me.”

“Only to you, little one…”

“I love you, Bob.”

“I love you too, Brit.  I really do.”

“Mmmmmm.  That makes me very happy.  So happy!”

Later that evening we finally did go to bed, this time for sleep, and it was a wonderful repeat of the night before.  For a few minutes I soothingly caressed the outer lips of her pussy, gently stroking, listening to her contented purrs.  Then I rolled over on my back and she rolled against me, facing me, wrapping her right arm around my bicep and letting her left hand reach down to hold my dick.  She went to sleep that way, her breathing regular and easy, and just as I was dozing off, she stirred, and I felt her hand remember where it was and she caressed my balls then squeezed my dick and held on.
Chapter Five

Our days fell into routine.  Not boring routine, but a sweet enjoyment and meshing of two lives.  There were times that I just sat back and thought about how odd this must be from the outside looking in.  Me, a forty-odd year old engineer.  She a twenty (yes, her birthday was epic in many ways) year old college student.  It was against the odds, but we fit.

Some evenings were spent with me poring over her books with her.  Some were just kicking back watching TV.  We took day trips, driving down the road yacking about anything and everything, or listening to music.  Her tastes were just about as eclectic as mine, and many a classical piece eased us out of the day’s stresses.

Oh, that “birthday” thing?  That was three months into our adventure, and her mom had indeed a month before discovered the earth-shattering truth, the killer asteroid fact that her precious daughter was shacking up (her term) with the ex-husband of her sister.  The sister/ex-wife was beyond words, too.  The screaming was epic.  I heard words on my cellphone that I’d never expected to hear.  I got threats that I would never see my children again.  But Brit soldiered on, right by my side through the whole thing.  I rather think that there was part of her that enjoyed it, like it was the final snip to mommy’s umbilical cord.

So there was Brit’s birthday party.  With her family.  Because Momma’s little girl was leaving behind her teen years.  And Brit told her mom that if I wasn’t invited, she wasn’t coming either.  That caused more wailing and gnashing of teeth.  And her mom buckled.

Brit and I were driving over to her mom’s house for the party.  “You know there’s a real good chance this is gonna be a riot, huh, babe?” she said.

“Oh, yeah, I guess it could be.  But I’m not gonna flaunt our relationship in front of them.  No sense in rubbing salt in a wound.”

She sighed.  “Babe, you an’ me have been together for three months now.  It’s been the best three months I can remember, even when I was a princess an’ got everything I wanted.  I love you, you know.”

“I know, sweetie.  I love you too.  You make me live again.”

“Well,” she said, “I just want you to know that I am yours, okay?  So let’s get through this.”

We walked into the place and heads turned.  I mean, I already knew everybody there.  After all, I was once married into that bunch.  I wish I could say that they all smiled when I walked in, but there’s no sense lying about it.  They did smile at my Brit, but even that was the sort of smile you see when somebody’s doting on a little handicapped kid.

A couple of the adults softened up enough so that I had somebody to talk to.  We talked about work and common acquaintances and family members I knew.  We talked about guns and hunting and fishing and somebody’s new car.  And out of the corner of my eye I watched my Brit.  She moved about, confident and poised in a way I’d never seen her portray before.

Finally it was time to sing the song and cut the cake.  Mmmmmm.  Cake!  I got my own slice and was balancing the plate in one hand and a glass of non-alcoholic punch in the other, and then it happened.  Brit’s mom got up to speak, and she said something about her dreams for Brit’s future and her success thus far in college.

I was amused at the last.  Brit was at best a mediocre student in college, that is, until she moved in with me, and together we’d buckled down on her studies.

And she said something about looking forward to having grandbabies.

Brit didn’t let that one pass. “Excuse me!  Excuse me!” she said, gaining the room’s attention.

Everybody was looking at my Brit.

“Mom, you’ll have your grandbabies pretty soon, but it’s gonna be kinda strange.”

“Huh, how’s that?” asked her mom.

And Brit dropped the big one.  “Bob and I are getting married.  That makes Thing One and Thing Two my cousins AND my stepchildren AND your niece and nephew AND your grandkids!“ And she took a sip of her punch while this sank in.  Then, “And Aunt Bev, Bob’s gonna be, like, your NEPHEW!”

Ex-brother-in-law’s arm when back and I thought I was getting ready to get knocked out, but his hand came forward and clapped me on the back.  “Congratulations! “He laughed.  “Welcome BACK to the family!”

Brit’s mom just sat down, her mouth open like a fish, an expression mirrored by my ex-wife.

And the denouement was Thing One and Thing Two running up and hugging Brit, giggling and saying, “You’re gonna be our step-mom!??!?”

And Brit came and stood beside me and I put my arm around her waist.  And smiled.  “That’s my Brit,” I laughed.

I got exactly one handshake out of the party, that from ex-brother-in-law.  Brit got hugs, some tearful.  She hugged her mom.  She hugged her aunt, my ex-wife.

I got cornered by ex-wife.  “You’re really a piece of work, you know!”  And she wasn’t smiling when she said it.

I shrugged.  “Look,” I said.  “I didn’t plan this.  I am NOT doing it to piss you and your sister off.  Brit and I just sort of happened.  She’s good for me.  I think I’m good for her.  Stranger things have happened.”

She backed down a bit.  “Well, she’s old enough to make her own mistakes.  I did.  But if you hurt her, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

“You won’t ever have to worry about that, Bev,” I said.  “I really do love Brit, and I’d kill my own self if I ever hurt her.”  I tried shifting gears here.   “And the kids love her.  They’re used to her.”

“Hmmpphh!”  And that’s as pleasant as that got.

We escaped without bloodshed.  My head was hurting when we got into the car to drive away.

She looked at me and grinned.  “So much for not rubbing salt in wounds, huh?”

I laughed.  “So, we’re getting married, then?”

“You betcha.  We talked, remember?  It’s been three months and you haven’t stabbed me in my sleep.”

“And you haven’t run off with the backup guitarist in a garage band.”

“So I guess it’s working for us, then?”  She smiled sweetly at me.

“Yeah, if only you could cook bacon.” I smiled back.

“I have OTHER talents, though,” she giggled, sticking out her tongue.

“Yep!” I said.  “That’s definitely one of them.”  I paused.  “So tell me about our wedding, dear little one.”

“Well, sweetie,” she said, “I’m thinking that this is not gonna be one of those “princess for a day” things.  Somehow I just can’t see Mom inviting a couple of hundred people to watch her only daughter marry her sister’s ex-husband.”

“You may have a point there.  You’re awfully smart, you know.”

“I know,” she laughed, “I can make a memorable birthday party, can’t I?”

“Yeah.  But seriously, sweetie, you ought to talk to your mom about it.  Maybe she’ll want a small wedding.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“And if she doesn’t want that, then we do our own thing, maybe invite a few friends and get a justice of the peace or something.”

She smiled at me.  “That’ll work.  Or even just me and you.”

“I know, baby.  But I wouldn’t mind us doing this in front of friends and family.  I want to tell the world I love you.”

“And that’s why I love you, Bob,” she sighed.  “I’ll talk to Mom.”