3 comments/ 9340 views/ 0 favorites Dash By: KiGirl I'd always known that my tastes were...less than conventional. Not that one can put a quantity of less or more, so perhaps it's better to say that I strayed happily, breathlessly, away from convention. Granted, there was a time and place in my life where conventional lovemaking was preferable. This occurred with only one person-the only person, to this day, that I have even come close to being truly in love with. But this story is not one of love. If my exploits consisted only of loving moments, I daresay I would be quite a different girl. So imagine that one's sex life is a journey through a woods. There is a beaten path, with dappled, sunny light, and the scent and sight of flowers lining the edges. But beyond this path, to the right and to the left, is a wooded area. It is more dangerous and less traveled, and one is unsure of their footing as they tread through the brambles. How far one goes is entirely dependent on their will. Some people slowly venture from their path, committed to the path of love and well-known flora, adding occasional spice. Perhaps they walk with a beloved. They barely leave the light. Equally important are those who stray from the path with no intention of returning, wielding to the savagery of the wild wood, recklessly diving deeper and deeper in their desires. But from a young age, I knew myself to be part of a third group, and how big or small a percentage this makes up is beyond me, as I have no idea as to people's true proclivities. But me, I stick to the path when love surrounds me, and plunge into the violent wilds when it does not. Who I meet on the way, I explore the woods with briefly, crossing the path in a zig-zag pattern in case someone new has arrived. They seldom do. But my favorite chance meeting was Dash, who I met through other friends right before I left high school. His eyes seemed to cling to my form from the moment he met me. We spoke briefly, but since our friends were dating, we were left alone. The first moment he got me alone, he leaned in and bit my ear softly, letting his tongue linger. He whispered, "You're mine." From that instant, I knew the woods, however distant, would always have sway over my senses. Truly, he was a boy born and bred for the wilds I desired to explore, with a calm, cool, overly-collected demeanor and a gaze that often left me feeling naked and critically examined. It's been a few years since I saw him, but when his face and actions enter my thoughts, I grow moist and my fingers quiver. He was tortuously slow, and always calculating, at least he always looked that way to me. A full two years older, his experiences dwarfed mine, and I waited for his lead. We would set a time and a place to meet, neither of us having a place at home to take the other. We would park, and sit, and then begin to behave as young adults do when left in dark cars in dark parking lots. But one night stands out vividly from the rest. The last night, in fact, though I didn't know it would be. In my bench seat, we stretched out, pressing our sweaty bodies against one another. My breasts were crushed between his sizable chest and the hands clinging to my body. A light flashed across the ceiling of the car, and he sat up, checking to see that we hadn't been discovered. We were fine, but now he leaned back, pulling me up so that we sat across from each other. He kissed my forehead before gruffly muttering, "Blow me." My first order! I had laughingly taken up calling him 'master,' something that seemed to drive him wild during our last encounter, but now it was he who turned it into more than a game. I slid to my knees as he rested into the passenger seat, leaning it back to give me better access from the side. His left arm came around me, resting on the small of my back. Close to my ass, I noted with delight. "If I feel teeth," he told me in a stern voice, "you feel this." And he slapped me, hard, on the right buttock. My breath caught and blood rushed to my face and to the spot where he had struck me. It was as if I was struck by a branch in the dark woods, but I neither knew nor cared where it came from. I knew only that I didn't want to end. I sucked slowly at first, plying my art carefully. It was in a good deal his art; he had instructed me on improvements and I was always gobbling up online tips or tidbits from Cosmo, hoping to add to my sexual retinue a surprise or two. His breath remained heightened, but steady. But I wanted more. I 'accidentally' let my teeth slide on his shaft. Whack! An exquisite pain flashed across my backside, sending shivers of intermingled pain and pleasure up my spine. Oh, that was what I wanted, I realized, as my stomach lurched with desire. I felt my lips come off of his cock long enough to mutter, "Thank you, Master," before continuing to pleasure him. Did I use my teeth again? I couldn't remember. My brain turned to mush as he once again spanked me. I no longer cared whether or not I was misbehaving or doing what he wanted, but I could sense his excitement grow as the slow pace of smacks turned more consistent, as if he was beating out his orgasm into the skin of my backside, as well as within my mouth. I hummed and groaned and pleaded and thanked him as the flurry of slaps continued. His other hand was buried in my hair, clenched tight around a fistful of it, pumping me up and down. Through chokes and gasps, I begged him for more, I begged him to release, I begged him to keep going and stop at the same time. When he buried his warmed fingers within me, it was as if they were coming home after a long trip, and my head cleared enough to reclaim my job sucking. When we came, we came hard, and I sucked his juices from him like I was claiming my first drink after a week in a desert. But when I opened my eyes, I was back in the metaphorical woods, battered and bruised, but sated beyond what I thought existed. And there, there, far from close, but close enough to see, was that damn dappled sun and that flowery path, ready to steer me, anchor me, and allow me to wander again. Dasha's Training "Arch your back, angel. This requires your help. That's a good girl." She took his long thick cock out of her mouth and obediently, eagerly turned away from him and arched her back just as he'd told her. "Is this right, John?" she asked innocently. He grunted, then said in her ear, "Call me master, my sweet little angel." GOD! She loved this. Her pussy fairly twitched at the command to call him master. She was living a dream come true. It was sweet young Dasha's first time. She was 18 and learning how to fuck a real man -- her next door neighbor, John. He was so experienced - a much older man. She felt so lucky, hot little Dasha, as she pliantly knelt on all fours on a beach towel, her most private areas totally exposed to this amazing sex god behind her. In moments, he had his finger inside of her pussy, probing and prodding, praising her wetness, running his thick manly digits along her wet, smooth slit and then diving back in. He admired the clean, hairless, puckered little asshole above where he fucked her with his fingers. His mind began to work, and his mouth began to water. She was glad she'd gotten that waxing a few days ago. Not that she was very hairy - her tender age and light complexion meant her little blonde muff was fine and slight. Still, she was glad she'd gotten it all fixed up for her master. She was hoping it was to his liking. Just then, "You have a beautiful cunt, baby," he huffed in the sexiest voice she'd ever heard. "So smooth and perfect." "Thank you, master." Her cunt gushed right then and there. And she didn't know why, but she loved being on all fours with this handsome older man behind her. She felt sexy and beautiful and wanted, to be sure. But she also felt naughty, and she really liked to feel naughty! She knew one thing for sure: she'd never been touched like this by a boy at school! They just jacked off onto her pretty dress, or pulled her dress up and pawed her little wet pussy through her wispy, delicate lace panties. It always seemed like fumbling, though, and sometimes it even hurt. She never came that way, not like she did in her bedroom while fantasizing over her teacher, Mr Smith. But that was another story... They'd grab her delicate hands and lead them to their hard cocks, have her unzip them, hold their taut shafts in her hands and stroke them. They would swoon, moaning how good it felt. The hand jobs did excite her, for sure, and the boys never failed to shoot off all over her pretty little dress, and that was kind of hot. But they weren't very interested in pleasing her. John, on the other hand, was older and more experienced. He was taking it slow, and has taking care of her! Wow! He was really working her with his fingers, and she was really liking it! Suddenly she felt a prodding, wet finger against her tight virgin anus. OH My! That was not a finger! That was a tongue! She was more than a little shocked - he had bent down, and now tongued her ass while fingering her. It made her jump. She'd never imagined! And those boys - they'd NEVER do that! The feeling was amazing, especially when he got enough tongue up inside her to be able to push it in and pull it out like he was fucking her with it. Slightly, charmingly shy, she nonetheless began to move herself against this man's fingers and tongue. That was making her lovely doe eyes roll back in her pretty little head. And she deduced that he was clearly enjoying it himself as well, based on the sounds he was making as he thoroughly licked her behind. She felt like she'd unearthed his animal nature, and that was so exciting. There was that naughty feeling again! She imagined, just for a moment, returning the favor - kneeling behind this incredible man, spreading his taut, cute cheeks, with her pretty slender hands, and licking him THERE, right on his hole, while petting those huge balls hanging below his cute, tight behind.... now THAT was a naughty idea! The thought sent her into another intense orgasm, making her hips buck in the process. She cried out as he lapped at her sweet hole and pinched her tense throbbing clit. There was a break in the action behind her. His tongue left her tight hole, and the wetness there felt hot, especially when she could feel the coolness of his breathing hit his copious saliva that fairly dripped from her precious asshole. Suddenly his cock was at her mouth again. "Suck it, angel. Make it wet for your stud so he can fuck you. There's a good girl." He bucked his hips as she pliantly accepted his phallus. She was a good girl, indeed. She clutched his balls gently and hefted them in her hands, feeling the weight of them, and thrilling at it. He MUST be a real stud, she mused, his balls are huge! He drew his cock out of her mouth, patted her on the head and kissed her deeply. Then he reached down and was spreading her pussy lips - swollen and plump with her charming arousal. The feel of her slippery, velvet slit made his cock twitch. She gasped as she felt John's cock -- so large, but thoroughly lubricated -- bump against her smooth young pussy, which was aroused and open like a lovely flower. Slippery with her saliva as well as the slick ambrosia that seemed to fairly drip and gush from her pussy, it hurt a little but felt amazing as it began to work its way into her. "Oh, angel, arch your pretty back for me, baby. You are so fucking hot." Her back arched pertly, like a kitten being petted along its spine. She gazed behind her to see her towering, powerful lover. She thrilled at the gentle rubbing his thumb was giving her anus. Giddy with schoolgirl lust, she wiggled her little ass instinctively. The look of her shaking her sweet behind was beguiling. Yes, he thought, he liked it when she did that, and asked her to do it again. She did, and he groaned in pleasure. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Mmmm, I'm more than alright, angel." He switched thumbs on her anus, licking the one that had just left it to whet it, and replacing the second again. She was in heaven. She smiled, and felt as happy as she'd ever been. It wasn't just the cock, either: she loved the feeling of having this powerful, older man behind her, mounting her and dominating her. She liked being taught how to fuck, and told what to do, and this guy did that. He came down on his hands, arms on either side of her slender torso. His head was over hers, and he let his face fall into her beautiful blond hair... he smelled fruity shower gel, lip gloss - girlish, feminine things. Just the sweet young scent of her made his cock twitch, made him want to thrust home, deep into her little cunt. He did give a short fucking thrust, but just a little one: he didn't want to hurt this precious angel in the least. She wasn't quite ready for a real, rough fucking. Not yet. There would be time. He balls swayed full and heavy behind him. They dangled against his upper thighs. He wished he had a girl behind him to lick his balls and play with her clit. Another time... His cock throbbed again. "I wish you could like my balls while I fuck you, angel." She couldn't believe how hot this talk was. She turned back toward him, said, quite honestly: "I wish I could lick them too, master. I wish I could take them into my little mouth one at a time and suck them." "That's a good girl. I'd really like that, baby. You have a very pretty mouth. You can lick and suck my balls any time you'd like." She moaned in thrilling pleasure at his words and at his big cock pushing further into her. He was very pleased to be training this young lady how to fuck. There was definite pride on his mind, for having caught this wild little angel for himself. She was perhaps the prettiest, and youngest, he'd ever had, at least since he'd been 18 himself - which was a while ago! Lucky? Fuck yes. And so is she, he thought with a smile. She would have agreed. He nibbled at her ears gently and growled like an animal. He licked her ears and moaned, the sound of a desperate beast, rutting, needful, just like he was. He moved his cock a little bit more into her tight virginal cunt. He loved how she kept turning back at him and moaning, looking smokey-eyed. Standing, she might have come up as high as his chest. Petite. Perfect. She was half his size, it seemed, and his athletic body, muscular and full, was in sharp contrast to her teenage frame, shapely but slight and thin in all the right places. Narrow waist, delicate shoulders, smallish breasts with little nipples, now larger than ever due to her intense arousal, but small nonetheless. He pulled on them as he pushed further into her. She liked how he pulled on them roughly, pinched them, and squeezed her nipples hard. She loved it all - the way his body covered hers, the way his arms rested on her back, his hands going through her hair, the way he lightly rubbed the ring of her anus, the way he pulled her hair to bring her lips to his and kiss and tongue her pretty mouth while he slid a little more of his big shaft into her, the way he pushed his middle finger between her pouty lips and fucked her mouth with it. He was definitely in charge, and that made her pussy drip with excitement. He'd told her to arch her back again and again, so she made sure her little ass was pointed up and her pussy thrust back toward him as much as possible. When she'd re-check her back to make sure it was arched, he'd praise her. "Good girl," he'd say. And she loved it. Being fucked doggie style felt so hot too - it was like the way animals mate, and that was exciting. She felt like a lucky little cave girl being taken by the clan's top alpha-male; or the newest harem girl being trained by the handsome sheik; or the cutest cheerleader being fucked by the hot coach (she'd already had the quarterback at school groping her; he was a loser). A few minutes earlier John had cradled her head in his hands and fed her his cock. She sucked the big bulbous head, and felt the thick veins and throbbing shaft pulsating in her mouth. He loved the sensation, no doubt - but he loved the site as well - this petite young lady, the height of class, her cheeks bulging, desperately taking as much of him as she could. A dear, sweet site indeed. This was one little piece of heaven, fucking this little angel's face. Her mouth was small and inexperienced, so she couldn't take the whole shaft. This caused her a little distress. But John was intensely watching her and he seemed pleased. As he stroked her gorgeous mane of blond hair, muttering, "Beautiful, perfect, sweetheart..." She sucked and moved her mouth ambitiously on his cock head - a busy little bee, she was! Coating it with a thick layer of saliva, she dutifully tried to please him as best he could. He liked the feeling of her saliva running down the length of his shaft, hanging in a slick droplet from his cum-full balls, and splashing on her arm. She developed a rhythmic technique - moving her mouth, sucking quick little sucks while working her tongue all around the shiny big head. Her sweet little pussy was dripping, she could feel it - it almost felt like she'd wet her panties there was so much lubrication from her constant, intense arousal - yes indeed, she liked the way this stud took charge. He began to buck against her face and grunt, making her cum instantly at the thrill, especially when she felt his weighty orbs bump against her chin. He was fucking her pretty mouth, and that felt so hot. He stopped short of cumming, since he had other plans for this lovely lass. He pulled his cock out of her loving wet throat and lifted himself up, bringing his taut, swaying balls to her open mouth. He held her chin firmly and brought her obedient lips to the smooth skin of his sack. "Open your mouth wide, sweet baby," he commanded. Feeling her panting breath on them sent him spinning. He was crazed with lust for this stunning little cock sucker, this oral princess. As his balls came to rest on her open mouth, she couldn't believe how sexy and full they felt. They hung on either side of her open mouth. She began to work her tongue along them, savoring their salty male muskiness, yet another trigger for her dripping pussy. She licked below them a little, not too far back, just far enough to savor the musky elixir of his perineum. The slithering of her tongue just at the base of his crack thrilled him, and her as well. As she returned to suckle the heavy eggs below his towering cock, which she gazed awestruck at, he began to whisper, in an almost incantatory way, these words... "These carry my seed, angel, and the seed is all for you - I want you to take it as a gift from me, as you please and inspire me so much. It is your beauty that causes these balls to make my seed, more and more of it. You're an inspiration." Now, only minutes later, her elbows bent and legs spread, she was fully open to his rear entry. He told her to spread her pussy lips with her fingers. He was ready to start really fucking her now. He placed both of his powerful hands on her delicate young shoulders and she could feel the thrust as he pulled her back toward him. OH! She thought he must have slid all the way in with his massive cock, and started to piston in and out of her, the length of him seeming to take forever to retreat, and reenter, her tiny, magnificent pussy. He was saying sexy, filthy, hot things into her ear... "Hot little slut, such a sweet ass... I wanna cum in your beautiful mouth, you sweet piece of ass....Oh my god you have a wet little cunt... fantasizing about you for weeks..." OH! More thrusting! He took his hands off her shoulders and reached around and underneath her with one to expertly touch her clit. He told her to reach down herself and touch there, and then to reach further down and feel where his cock entered her pussy. She was amazed at the way her little hole had stretched to accommodate him. She was clutching his cock right as it entered her, marveling at the hardness, the girth. "Reach further back, angel." She did, and found his swinging balls. God they were so big! They felt heavy in the palm of her pretty girlish hand. He loved her hands on his big, heavy balls; they felt so sweet and feminine. "Play with them with your delicate hands, my pretty girl." She LOVED when he called her his pretty girl. She clutched and tugged on them gently with her sexy hand. Then recalling her earlier mini fantasy, she explored bravely behind them a little, finding the beginning of the crease of his ass. Her middle finger wiggled around back there, sliding up and down the smooth, sweat-lubricated crack. She had loved how he touched and licked her ass. "That's my good little angel. Find my ass and just rub it with your finger. That's my good girl." She toyed with the tight ring of his ass for a while, realizing it was clean and tight, and began pushing in to her first knuckle. She started jiggling her hand to send vibrations through her finger, into his ass and up his spine. This was the finest girl he'd ever trained. "I am a lucky man, angel. You are beautiful." She smiled to herself and pushed further into him. He was so kind, and wise and experienced. She wished she could really BE this man's girl. Maybe she could. But she was, after all, only a teenager. He was, what, 45? 46? He didn't LOOK it, but he must be that old.... He was more than twice her age, nearly three times! Dasha felt safe with and protected by him, safe in the knowledge that he was wise and knew what to do and was showing her how. She could smell his musky male scent, stronger now that he was fucking her, thrusting his big cock into her, and she could smell her own scent, one of feminine arousal and sexual desire. She loved how the two scents mingled. He was enjoying the view from his vantage point. What man wouldn't enjoy this view! A slender 18 year old blond on all fours while he mounted her from behind... there just isn't much in the world more beautiful than this, he thought, as she shook her blond mane, and as he watched the arch in her back bend more as she helped him work his cock into her, as she approached orgasm after orgasm, he could see between her ass cheeks, the hairless, clean hole, and below that, his throbbing cock and her impossibly stretched pussy. Yes, he had a great view. She continued to think about his scent. She'd smelled him most when he'd taken her hair in his hands and brought her mouth to his cock. The way he grabbed her and forced himself into her mouth was so hot. Of course she knew he was gentle and that this was sexy and not violent. He was showing her what he liked, and showing her what SHE liked. When he'd squatted over her mouth and told her to lick his balls, she again smelled his strong musky scent. She decided without hesitation that it was a smell she liked. She licked his balls lovingly and even drew them into her mouth. They filled her mouth and felt good...two egg shaped orbs, on in each cheek. He brought her hand up to jack him off while she suckled his amazing balls. "Good girl," he praised her. She was worried about how her fingers didn't go all the way around his cock. Was she pleasing him enough even though her hand was so small? His cock looked like a baseball bat in her hand. She didn't know it, but he loved how small her hand was as it wrapped sweetly around his cock. There was room for both of her hands and her mouth. This was a good thing. One Week Earlier.... A hot little mouth sucking his cock. That's what he needed. Yes: he NEEDED it. He needed his beautiful lover, resplendent in her 'uniform' -- a naughty leather number with a little thong back, studded bra, and dog collar -- servicing him as he'd become accustomed. She was a good girl, and he missed her. She was gone. Maybe forever. He didn't know for sure. He did know, however, that she was the best lover he'd ever had, and that she was the best-trained young lady he'd ever had the pleasure of teaching. That was his expertise: to train a willing girl how to please a man. Longing for his lover's tongue and hands and sweet pussy, he dozed in the hot afternoon sun. He was secluded in his backyard, unseen -- or so he believed -- and he lay on a chaise lounge, on his back, in a tight, revealing swim brief. Given his thoughts, his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against the stretchy material and showed him to be well endowed and highly aroused. And in his relaxed mental state he had no inhibitions, so he brought his hand to his cock and petted it through his briefs for a moment, pretending it was HER hand, but he didn't begin to jack off in earnest. He so longed for his lovely girl's trained touch, to feel her fingers, much more slender and delicate than his own, begin by petting him through the briefs, whispering to him how hot he looked in his suit. "Oh, lover, what a stud you are in your sexy bikini. The girls on the beach would drip like slutty little angels and want to drop to their knees before you and pay their tribute; they'd want to touch themselves seeing your so clearly masculine figure. They would even check out your big balls and want to taste them, to lick them and taste their musky manly flavor, and they would love it. Their mouths, and their cunts, would moisten at the very thought of you fucking their pretty faces." She kissed the straining bulge. Then, pulling loose the drawstring and freeing his manhood, she'd wrap her perfectly feminine hand gently, even shyly, around his stiff shaft, to stroke him like a good girl. "Is this how you like it, master?" He ached to have her delicate tongue dancing along his shaft, her sweet princess lips kissing his full, heavy, swollen balls, to feel her licking up from his hardness along his taut belly to his nipples, which she'd suck as she gripped his large cock with both hands and jacked him off. She'd ask him sweetly, "Can I please lick your perfect ass, master?" To which he'd say, yes, of course. She'd nuzzle down there and cum loudly as she licked between his taut, firm cheeks. Dasha's Training He imagined cumming in thick jets as she returned to jacking him off, their tongues entangled in a hot french kiss as his own fingers explored her pussy deeply. He loved to fuck her, she was such a perfectly fuckable, sweet sexy piece of obedient ass - but there were so many other delightful ways to spend time with her as well... But she was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. He let go of his cock and it still thrust upward in his black nylon speedo. It pulsed, a powerful, ram-rod obelisk of male power. He sleepily thought how fun it would be to be at the beach with his favorite girl, just like in that fantasy... showing off his big cock in this little suit while she walked beside him, stunningly beautiful and making every man's head turn, and every man's cock harden, as they passed. He heard the sound of whispers as he dozed but it didn't register with him, he went back into deeper relaxation. But the sounds he'd heard would have interested him greatly, had he known who was making them. Next door stood the stunning blond, bikini-clad figures of Dasha and Annie. Two young, newly legal girls trying to be as quiet as possible. They weren't doing a very good job, mainly because were so completely flustered by the site of a handsome man in a tiny swimsuit laying out in the sun next door, obviously aroused and jacking himself off! They were up against the fence, looking through a pair of closely situated knot holes at the dozing man. Dasha had slyly begun caressing her breasts with one hand as she looked intently at the man's huge bulge. Her virgin pussy was tingling insistently. She wanted to pet her pussy, or feel his hand there. And she found herself imagining crawling on top of the sleeping figure and rubbing her bikini-covered pussy against his bikini covered cock. The thought alone made her pussy wet with lubrication. She didn't mention it to Annie, but Dasha had met this man before. They had a little bit of a history actually. Now, though, she was spying on him. He had NO idea she was watching as he stroked his own massive, butterfly-in-stomach-inducing rod. The very site caused her pussy to gush a sweet elixir. She so wanted to plunge her fingers into herself, or feel that massive cock push into her. Oh my god, she thought, he'd split me in two! Meanwhile, Annie, beside her, was vaguely aware that Dasha as practically masturbating in front of her. Combined with the site of this handsome older though man sleeping just yards away from her in such a clearly aroused state, the sexual mood was at a peak. She simultaneously wanted to feel the man's cock, and feel her friend's pussy. She wasn't a lesbian but felt an acute sexual need to explore her friend's sexual arousal. And she'd never seen a REAL man's hard cock before. She found it shocking, and, as her wet pussy was any indication, very hot. Then: "OH"! The sound was part orgasmic grunt and part startled surprise. The voice was Dasha's, and the feeling was incredible. She had just come! It happened when Annie reached over and cupped Dasha's crotch through her tight and tiny baby blue bikini. Dasha was surprised, startled, but also aroused. Her spontaneous orgasm in turn led to a little cry and Annie's own sudden jolt since she didn't expect the reaction she got. The little yelps caused the large-cocked man to stir, but he didn't awaken. The two nymphets looked at one another and giggled, high fived, and went back to peering through the fence. Only now, Annie was lightly petting Dasha's pussy, and Dasha was returning the favor. Every few moments they'd turn to each other and kiss deeply, tongues entwining. Little girlish moans found their way into the sleeping man's subconscious, but they didn't awaken him. What a lovely pair these two made, and our dozing man had no idea. Minutes earlier, they had come outside to take a dip in Dasha's pool. Annie was her best friend and was spending a summer day together. But as they were passing out of the house they glanced across the fence and saw the sleeping gentlemen with his well-filled trunks. Ho, what was this! they wondered. As for Dasha's history with him: They had met once, in his front yard, about a month ago. He'd only just moved in to the neighborhood a week or so before. He'd been cleaning up leaves and was working without a shirt on. She rode by on her bike and he took a long look at her while she rode by and climbed off her bike. She could sense his gaze and felt scared but happy that he was looking at her. "Hello, cutie," He shouted across the yard. "Are you my neighbor?" "I guess so," she said. What's your name, beautiful?" "I'm Dasha." He walked closer and his voice came down accordingly. "And I'm lucky, Dasha, that you are my neighbor. What a pretty girl you are." He looked her up and down thoroughly. She felt a little embarrassed but still flattered. In her tiny little white shorts and midriff light blue top, she looked quite the lovely junior college girl. "Thank you," she said with a huge smile. "I bet you're a cheerleader..." "Yep! I'm on the senior squad," she bragged proudly. "That's great. When is your next rally, sweetheart?" "On Friday." "This Friday? So will I have a chance to see you in your cute little uniform?" "I.... yes, I'll be wearing the game outfit." "How old are you, Dasha?" She immediately felt embarrassed again. She was much too young for him, and this made her mad - he was cute and very attentive. Why couldn't be the boys at school take this much interest in her? "I'm only 18," she said almost like it was a bad thing. "Eighteen is a fine age, sweetheart. You are beautiful and sexy all the same. I for one don't mind you being 18. Heck we're all 18 once! It was a while ago for me though!" He laughed. She really felt good now, and almost felt that he had accepted her despite her age. She was glad she had this guy as a neighbor, and perhaps even had a bit of a crush on him now. "Well I have to go in now and do homework. It was nice meeting you." "You too, beautiful. I hope to see you soon, at least on Friday!" As she walked toward the front door she could feel his eyes on her. He was looking at her perfect heart shaped ass, long tanned legs, and cute blonde mane. "What a dream girl you are," he said as she walked away, but hardly loud enough for her to hear. She turned around, "Hmm?" "I said see you soon, angel." He smiled. She laughed and waved and went inside. Dashing Dishy Walter It was my wedding day this upcoming Saturday, today was Thursday and I was leaving work for the last time. I had of course already had my hen night two weeks ago, and we all had a blast, we had stayed in a hotel for the weekend and spent it walking in the expansive gardens, pampering ourselves in the beauty treatment room's. Sauna's, mud packs, stretches, massages, you name it we had it. It was a glorious time, oh and we had plenty to drink and eat on the three nights we were all there too. I was an assistant PA to the top man in our firm; he was the object of desire for all the girls there, even the married ones, or most of them anyway. I was no different, but I was getting married so no go! Because of him though most of us girls had developed a thing for older men, if our husbands turned out the way he had, we would all be laughing for the rest of our lives. He is 58 and just so dishy. I had shared my little two bed roomed apartment with my chief bridesmaid for the last two years. Today she was leaving and going to join another friend and live with her. I would be moving in with my mom and dad for two weeks after we returned from our honeymoon. Then on to our own home which was almost ready. I would have the last two nights on my own, and I really was looking forward to the peace and quiet, it would be so unusual to be by myself. Everyone had tried to talk me into going home, but I had held fast. I did have to be at my moms at 7am on the day of my wedding, I was getting married at 1pm, the hair stylist was coming, last minute preparations and all that sort of thing. I left work at lunch time and made my way home; I had a very leisurely bath, revelled in the quiet. And I reflected on my life to date. I had been lucky; I had been born into a terrific family. My mom and dad were the best, I was an only child so I got everything I ever wanted, but my dad instilled in me to strive for the better things in life, and by and large I had achieved that. I know he was a bit disappointed I had only risen to the dizzy heights of an assistant PA but I'd been happy at work. Doing better was for the future. It would depend on if we started a family and all that, if we didn't then I would set my stall out and go for it in the employment world. But I was only twenty so being in the job I had had, really was quite an achievement at my age. I am JJ, yes that's right JJ, my full name is Jeanette Janis Jaeger, I know, it was a bain when I was younger, but I ended up being called JJ by all of my friends and that is how I am referred to by all except mom and dad, to them I am always Jeanette. I am twenty two years old, bit young to be getting married I know, but it feels just so right and Keith is all I ever wanted, even from school. He is the proudest man on earth he tells me, he is so lucky I have agreed to marry him. I am his stone wall most beautiful bride to be on the planet. Oh, and the sexiest too, he loves to tell me one day I will be in trouble because of it, so that's when he tells me he has to marry me to keep safe and out of harms way. And secretly I agree with him, my modesty won't allow me to say so. I am 5ft 6" tall. I am gorgeous and I know it. But I'm not bigheaded; I just am beautiful, not only in my own mind but everyone I meet. Sometimes I hate it, I get more stares than enough, but at the other end of the scale, my pride won't let me ignore it either. I have long auburn almost gingery hair but that shadows itself by contrasting with the rest of the colours in there. It shimmers and shines all of its own accord. Thick lustrous, but it light to touch, glossy, you say it, I have it! My eye brows match it, I don't know which I like most to be honest, and underneath those are my massive wide brown eyes. Even I am surprised sometimes by how they look, and when I apply make up; I can almost give a man a heart attack! I have a pretty and happy face; I have a smile that is honest and deceiving at the same time somehow. I have lived with the effect I have on the male population all my life. My grandpapa doted on me, my dad, boys in school, boys after school, and as I went into employment. I was never the brightest of pupils, but I worked hard to get the results I needed. And I also know my worth when it comes to the opposite sex! I know I don't fit a models criteria because I don't think I'm tall enough, but I have what most of them will never have, real and not contrived sex appeal! My body is right in tune with the love, sex act, whatever I get into with my boyfriend I finish. He is scared to death of me. He already knows that after we have made love it's always me who is ready for more. Sometimes he can accommodate me, and sometimes he can't. But I'm okay with it normally, yet on the odd occasion I have to take matters in my own hand, as it were. My breasts drive me mad sometimes, they are so tickly and sensitive, I put it down to the fact the love making is relatively new? When I am in that utter moment where I can go bananas, look out! My boyfriend really gets it hot, and I mean hot! His cock is fantastic, what he can get out of me is withering. My best asset when it comes to having sex is my mouth and tongue; I can drive him absolutely nutty when I give him a blowjob. I can keep him hanging forever and I just love that power over him. And I get `plenty of practice too. My dad was giving me away on Saturday and I knew how sad he was to be losing his little girl, but I tell him I will always be just that. But Timothy had also assured him that he would kill for me. Which made him feel a little better, knowing that I would be in good hands. I had never met Timothy's dad, in fact he hadn't seen him himself for the last 14 years. His mom and dad had divorced very acrimoniously and she had moved heaven and earth to keep him from his son. Timothy had told me that his father had eventually given up the unequal fight and immigrated to America, after that they had lost touch. But Timothy had spent the last 18months looking for him and found him in Arizona where he was now a very successful business man. After many fights with his mother and even threatening to ban her from our wedding she gave in and Tim's dad would fly in on Saturday morning to be at his long lost son's wedding. He had been so happy to be reunited with him after all these years. So here I was, I had had my bath and was sitting on my sofa and debating whether to stay at home and have my first evening alone in an age or go for a walk. I decided on the walk. I got ready, the weather was warm and sunny, it was a beautiful summers evening. So I donned a nice dress with pleats, it was a wide one that swished around my knees, cut at the top for summer, high heels, make up and off I went. I walked the river bank into town; I called Tim and reported in, I wouldn't be seeing him until we were stood in the church on Saturday. I had a great time all by myself, and ended up sat outside a bistro about 7pm having a glass of red wine. I watched the world go by; across the road was the hotel where my reception was to be held in the very posh banquet hall, and marvellous gardens. It's a very old building and looks quite magnificent, it is also very expensive. But my dad wanted the very best for his only daughter and she was getting it! He has spent an absolute fortune on this, personally I thought he was being too extravagant but who was I to complain. As I sat there in the early evening sun sipping my wine, I just sort of drifted away in my head. I really was relaxed; I had finally stopped talking about my wedding. It was all I had ever done for the last nine months! Peace reigned all around me, it felt amazing. Then in the distance I heard a deep quiet resonant voice. "Excuse me, but may I sit at your table please? The sun has moved and the only available spot in it is right next to you, may I?" It said. I looked up blankly. Not fully understanding what had been said. "I'm so sorry," I replied, "I was away just then, did you say something?" "Ah right, yes, I asked if I may sit at your table please, the sun has gone from elsewhere?" The deep male voice said. I focussed on the owner, and he was an absolute dish! "Yes yes, of course." I told him, "I didn't mean to be rude, please forgive me." "Nothing to forgive maam," his deep voice flowed over me. He sat down; a waiter came and asked him what he would like to order. "I'll have what the young lady is drinking please, and," he looked at me, "may I be so bold to ask you if you would allow me to buy you one too?" I checked my glass; it was nearly empty so I said I would be happy to have one. This broke any ice that may have needed breaking. The waiter disappeared and I appraised my new companion. He really was good looking, I estimated him to be about my father's age, around 45 to 50. He had very thick dark almost black hair on top, with distinguished looking grey at the sides. And a very neat moustache that suited him enormously. About 6ft tall, fairly well built from what I could see. Navy blue blazer, light grey slacks and loafers, with an open necked white shirt, he was extremely casual well dressed. He reminded me of an older actor called Clarke Gable; he was dashingly good looking too. And he was also obviously well mannered which to me is a plus every time for sure. "It's a beautiful evening miss er?" he said. He was asking my name. "Yes it is, Mr er?" I giggled, "my name is Jeanette," suddenly deciding not to use my JJ title. "Ah, my name is Walter, Jesnette, I'm pleased to meet you, and thank you for allowing me to share your sunshine too." He said with a lovely even toothed smile. He had a bit of a twang in his accent, but there was no doubting the richness in it. I had suddenly decided that my wedding would not get a mention; I was off it for the next two days or so. "You must live around here?" he asked me. "Yes just about a mile away, I was at a loose end so I popped out for a walk, and here I am." I told him. "I was the same in a way, I'm here for a few days and I'm staying over there," he said, nonchalantly hooking his thumb over his shoulder. I almost followed that by saying, I was having my wedding reception there on Saturday, but I stopped myself. "That must be nice it's a very exclusive hotel." I answered instead. "Yes it is, but a hotel is still a hotel, and can be a bit humdrum when you are there by yourself," he said, but with no hint of anything else in his voice. I decided that he was just a man having a quiet chat with someone he didn't know. "Yes I suppose so," I said. I then made a comment. "Where are you from Walter, you have a slight accent that I can't place?" I told him. "Well I am English born but I moved abroad a few years ago, and I'm just visiting, having a look round, that sort of thing." "Were you born here?" I asked, a bit nosey I know but I am a woman? "No no, I was born in the south," he said. We chatted for ages; I had two more glasses of wine with him. I looked at my watch," Hmmm its almost 8 o'clock, I had better go," I ventured. "Oh that's a great shame, I was enjoying your company immensely," he said a little sadly. His voice was haunting; I liked him he was such a nice unobtrusive man. As I had said, he was very good looking and nice too. Now that's a combination rarely found in a man. "Well," I told him, "I don't really have to go, I just thought you might want to get on. And not have to sit here with me because you felt you had to, if you didn't want to?" "I am having the best time since I arrived in England Jeanette," he said, "I would be more than delighted to stay and spend my evening with you, you are such a pleasant girl. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you are extremely beautiful young lady too." I blushed at that, prettily I hoped! He was a very charming warm person and I felt more than comfortable with him. What ever my flat mate would think about this, I thought. I was sat here being chatted up by a gorgeous older man. We had always focussed on Mr Jacks in the office. And now I was here with my very own Mr Jacks, Walter! She would be green with envy! I smiled at the thought. "I hope you don't think I'm being inquisitive Jeanette, but you don't wear a ring. I would have thought that you have been snapped up a long time ago," he laughed. "Oh there's plenty of time for that sort of thing Walter." I said, "what about you, where is your wife?" I asked that rather pointedly. He saw my slight irritation. I didn't have my engagement ring on because it was at the jewellers being cleaned for Saturday. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically, "I shouldn't have said that, please forgive me. It must be the wine." I was a little surprised by his contriteness. "No problem Walter, I assure you I wasn't offended." I put him at ease I hoped. "I'm happy to hear that, as for me," he told me, "I have been divorced for about 15 years, it's a long story, and I've never felt the inclination to go through it all again." There was a definite tinge of either sadness or anger in his voice; he must have been very hurt by it. "Well," I said lightly, "we seem to know a lot about each other, for strangers don't we anyway?" I laughed. He was such an easy person to talk to. I liked him immensely. I even thought to myself. 'Tim, you could have been in trouble here if I had met this man a few months ago!' What a fab dish he is! I caught his eyes then, deep brown, penetrating and keen. I immediately thought to myself, this is a woman's man! He gave off an aura of self confidence, assuredness, and a level of knowledgability. I was impressed by him, very impressed. I had always been able to decide shortly after meeting someone what kind of person they were, and I was usually within a hairs breadth of being right. We were compatible when it came to talking, without actually telling each other anything about ourselves. I realised that while we were in deep but light conversation I didn't really know any more about him than I had gleaned from the off. And I, because I didn't want to talk about getting married for a change, had made a conscious effort to be frugal with what I released to him about me. My next glance at my watch told me it was past 9pm, I told him I really had to go. He acceded to that, and told me he was thankful to have met me, and if it were possible he would love to meet me again sometime. I knew that wouldn't happen but said. "Well maybe, you never know Walter hey?" I stood to make my way home and staggered when I did. "Wow," I muttered, "how much wine have we had?" "Maybe too much Jeanette, I'm sorry that's my fault." He said. "I had better be careful going home hadn't I?" I giggled to him. "I'm walking you home, I simply can't let you go by yourself." "I'll be alright Walter, but thank you anyway." I told him. "I won't hear another word, I am escorting you all the way, come along young lady." His deep masterful voice was enough for me to give in. And off we went, I wasn't drunk not by a long way, I think the sun must have got to me a little too. "That wine makes you thirsty doesn't it?" he said, and laughed softly as we arrived at my building. "Yes it does," I replied. "Tell you what Walter, why don't you come up for a coffee or a cup of tea before you go back?" "Jeanette, thank you, I would like that." He said. So up we went. I unlocked and we stepped into my small two bed roomed apartment that I would be leaving for good soon. He took his jacket off after asking my permission. I could see now how well defined he was, I felt a flush in my cheeks. If only I wasn't betrothed I mumbled to myself, he wouldn't be getting away tonight. I giggled as I went into my small kitchen to make our drinks. I smiled broadly and sniggered as I went in, 'you hussy,' I told myself, 'you wanton bloody hussy!' My sweet spot was hot! 'I might call Tim and get him over here to take care if you?' I told my warm tummy. As I was stood there I picked up my hair band, pulled my hair up and tucked it into a pony tail while I messed about. That's when I felt a pair of hands, Walter's hands on my hips, and then he kissed my neck all in the same instant. I didn't register what was happening straight off, I know my eyes closed because it all went black. I heard myself moan a little, and that warm surging feeling you get when some thing like that takes place ran right through me. But I came to my senses; I jumped from him, spun around and shouted. "Walter what the hell are you doing? Get out now, leave immediately!" I rammed my hands onto his chest and pushed him forcefully back from me. He looked stricken. "I'm sorry Jeanette, I don't, er I mean I, oh hell I'm sorry." He told me sheepishly and sadly. "Out now Walter, go!" I almost yelled at him and pushed him again. "Do you think I am some sort of slut, an easy target?" "No no of course not," he said, as he picked up his jacket, "you just looked a bit lonely, please forgive me?" He was right I knew that, I was a feeling kind of lonely, and fucking horny too! I had just had lewd thoughts hadn't I? I had almost backed him to the door, he had put his coat back on by now. "You are old enough to be my fucking dad!" He looked defeated. I somehow felt sorry for him, I was being cruel I knew that. Then what I did next stunned shocked and bewildered me completely. I grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, pulled him to me and I kissed him full on the lips. I was in full flight, in one moment of time I had gone from angry to fully heated up and sexually ready for sex, to be fucked, and I didn't care who fucked me either. I was as aroused as I had ever been in my life. I could feel my honey pot bubbling; my nipples were like red hot pokers in my dress. I kissed him hard and long, his arms found there way around me. I dragged him to my sofa, literally threw him down on it and took up position. I had him down; I was on top and taking charge. I broke the kiss and reconnected to get a better vacuum seal. My hands went inside his jacket and my fingers worked away at him, I got his shirt out and up so I could feel his body. It felt wonderful adding more kindle to the fire blazing away in me. He was holding me tight, kissing me back, his hands roaming my back, up and down, over my ass. I pushed my hand down and found his cock. I was in such a hurry, I just wanted sex and I wanted it now. I felt out of control but didn't care one fucking jot! I got it in my hand and crushed it, squeezed it and rubbed. It felt fantastic. I got to his belt and fumbled but undid it, pulled the button free and tugged the zipper down. Now I was in, I got hold proper, and that as they say was that! I moved right over him. I was completely in control of him, he was just lying there at my behest, this crazy woman was going to fuck this lovely man. I had just met him mere two or so hours ago! And he was the older man I had secretly longed for, well Joanna knew my secret as I did hers, and they were both the same. But I was about to fulfil mine though. I lifted my foot and stuck it into his slacks and started to push them down, I wanted them off so I could get his lovely cock in me where it was needed and belonged now. Walter assisted me in everyway, they went down and he kicked them off. I let go of the meat weapon in my hand and yanked at my panties, I ripped them away. I wasn't messing about, I had cock to get and sooner rather than later. He was at full and ready status; I didn't have any worries about him at all. I got over him properly, took hold of him again and guided it to my wet and now sloppy slit. I bobbed the smooth dome of his prick and pushed him in me. That's when I sighed in real contentment. I got high on him and sank down, I had him all the way in, and then I came in a lightening strike. It took me by total surprise. I must have been more ready than I thought. Bolts of lightening hit me one after the other. BANG BANG BANG I went. Dashing Dishy Walter "Arrrgh oh ugnh oooh oh god yesssss, Hmmmmm," I hissed between my clenched teeth. I fell down on him, he kissed me softly and sweetly. He was working himself up into me. I knew he wanted to cum so I let him fuck me from underneath my wasted body. He made me cum some more, I wasn't counting but I knew I had just reached my very first multiple orgasms. Walter came with a soft grunt into my mouth, and I felt him cream into my waiting live hole. We lay there for a long time in the after glow of great terrific satisfying sex. Then I did what I always do after I've cum, I giggled insanely. This made Walter laugh and giggle too, he held me so lovingly, soft, tight, gentle and fierce, all of those things a woman loves from her guy having just had something mind blowing. I lifted my head and looked into those amazing eyes; I saw a worrying look in them. So I kissed him, and then looked once more, the worry look had gone. He was happy that I was happy. I didn't feel any regret at what I had just done, probably because Tim was the furthest he could be from my mind just now. But I couldn't regret this any how could I? Walter looked at me, waited a moment then said, "Jeanette what made you do that, what changed your mind from beating in on me to this? I wasn't expecting to be here like this at all. I am more than a happy man that it am, but I think you surprised us both here?" I smiled down at him. I had never ever done anything like this, not even with Tim or my two previous boyfriends. "To be honest I'm not sure, but if I think about it long enough and hard enough. I think I'd come up with the good looking older man syndrome?" I told him. "Wow, well you have just made my personal dream come true," he said, "I must be honest now and tell you truthfully, that it has always been my 'thing' about a much younger woman." "Don't make me laugh Walter, I'll bet you can get any number of young women." I said strongly. "Jeanette don't underestimate the younger fraternity, the ones I would go after have their own moral compass. And no, I don't mean you don't have one, its plain to see that you have." "You can still get young beautiful girls and women Walter, don't kid me." "Yes if I were mad enough to pay for it. I would never ever do that." He said. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. I decided that I did. Then I took another monumental decision, one that was taken thoughtfully, not like the manic way I had just thrown myself at him, and probably raped him in a way. I laughed in my head. I had just forcefully taken a man. "Walter, come on, my bed is waiting for us, unless you want to go back to that lonely hotel and spend the night all by yourself?" I whispered seductively into his mouth between kisses. Who was I? Who was this wanton woman? This wasn't me, or it never had been until tonight. Now I was a sex mad slut, getting married in less than two days, And I just fucked a stranger on my sofa, now I was about to take him to my bed. I knew he wouldn't turn me down. There aren't many men who would ever turn me down, I knew that. I knew me! His answer was to kiss me back, push up from his back, force himself to his feet with me in his arms. Holding me high he carried me to my pending doom! I hit the light switch on the way in. He laid me down and came with me, we spent an age in each others arms, kissing, tonguing, groping and feeling. Then he pulled me to my feet, our clothes went and we tumbled back into bed. I was ready for more fun. Unnecessarily and somewhat unkindly my thoughts went to Tim. I said to myself. "I hope he has more stamina that Tim does!' That was answered for me by Walter pushing me over on to my back and rising over me. I looked up into those deep and captivating eyes and knew the answer when he punched his prick into me. It almost broke me in half, I was so not expecting it, he was in and out many times before I even registered what he was doing. I was high and dry in seconds. "Walter, oh Walter," I cried. "Yes yes yessssss," I regained my crumbled senses a little, got my arms and legs around him and went for it myself. I humped back, bit his shoulder, he groaned, well, he felt that I thought. But I had no answer for his raw power, his hips crashing into mine, his balls slapping at my upturned ass. The very weight of him, his far superior strength. It was all more than I could cope with, gradually I became weaker under him, he was too much. For the first time in my young life I found out what being really fucked by a man with internal and external dominance was about. Walter completely took control of everything, he hammered into me, long and hard, he had shot his cream into me about 30 minutes ago so I knew he wouldn't be cumming real quick now. His mouth constantly met mine with hungry kisses which I gave back whole heartedly. Up on his elbows he was watching my facial contortions as he exerted his control. I gave in, I had to. This was a new experience for me. Tim had a lot to learn that was for sure. This could be learned, but it had to be the man too! How many climaxes I had I will never know, whether they were all combined or one after the other I would never know, historians would have to decide that one, not me. He kept up his onslaught and my continuing submission, one I was more than grateful for. Giving in like this was a wonderful life change for me. I had never known it, never though about it, I never even knew it existed until this night! He came then, his hips thumped almost painfully into me in one final heaving thud, he grunted into my ear. "I'm cumming baby," he told me. "Yes Walter yes, cum darling cum for me, please?" I brayed quietly back. I felt my inside heat up even more if that was possible. His cum flooded and filled me. The next thing I was aware of was my eyes opening, he was laid on his back breathing deeply but evenly beside me. I turned my head to him and met his eyes which were fixed on mine. I smiled a loving smile, well what kind of smile can a girl give when she has just been bombed like that. I slid onto my side, reached down and pulled the covers over us. "Ready for some sleep Walter, or do you still want to play some?" I asked, as I grabbed his balls. "Oh I think we can play for a while Jeanette, its only 11 o'clock, I'm sure we can both find things to play with, don't you?" he said deliciously and deeply. "Mmmm," I said, caressing him gently. He pulled me to him and I lay with my head on his shoulder, this was so heavenly. I thought about Tim then, my husband to be. What would I feel tomorrow? I asked myself. But right now I didn't care, I had just made love with a man, a real man, a man who knew what to do with a woman, and I had just found out what it was like to be that woman. I opened my eyes and the sun was shining through the window, it was morning! I glanced at the clock on the side, it was 6.15 Friday morning. I was still where I had fallen asleep, cock and balls still in hand, head on shoulder. Walter was still there too, it's amazing what a little exercise can do for your sleep patterns, I thought lazily and happily. I had expected to wake with guilt shrouding and clouding my mind. I never felt such a thing, what I did feel was utter satisfaction, contentment and a lot of thankfulness that I had met this wonderful man. I would never see him again after today, but I would be grateful for the rest of my life for what he had given me, what he had done for me, and what he had shown me. Tim would be the benefactor of everything that had happened. Then I thought dirtily, and everything that might happen in a short while too! I caressed his balls and cock gently. I lifted the covers and looked at him; I wanted that in my mouth as soon as possible! I wanted to suck all of his jism out of these hot balls. The first indication he was awake was when he kissed the top of my head. "We fell to sleep Jeanette, I'm sorry, we had things to complete the night off didn't we?" I knew it was a fervent request that we could carry on where we had left off. I answered that without speaking, I squeezed his cock and balls, bit his chest and slid under the covers. He got his answer seconds later, when I engulfed that magnificent man prick. It grew in my mouth, it hardened and thickened, it was wonderful to know that it was me, my mouth, my tongue, my lips and my teeth that was causing him to react to me this way. It was a gorgeous feeling. He threw the covers off us and I attacked him fully, I was not taking a prisoner, he was going to cum and I was going to make him. I sucked and licked, nipped and nibbled, I poked and fingered his balls, jammed a finger up his ass, even I had never done that before. I just did it because it felt the right thing and the most natural thing to do. It made him jump and stiffen under me anyway so I knew I was doing something right. I didn't know it would lead to me getting my ass stuffed later. I gave Walter the best blow job I could, I didn't leave any where alone, I buried my face into him, smelled his smell, my cum from last night, his, everything was breathed in and used for him. I wanked his cock in my hand, and when he got his hands in my hair I knew. I knew I had him, he was mine, he was heading for that undeniable precipice. Tipping over the cliff edge of arousal, that was inevitable and unstoppable. I saw his feet lift from the bed, I felt his body hunch behind me, his grip on me was solid, he had no intention of letting me off unaware that I had no intention of doing so. I rammed my finger as far up his ass as I could and pulled all of his prick into in the final act. He blew, he moaned, groaned and shuddered. The he erupted in my waiting mouth I pulled back as the first salvo hit me. I swallowed all of that, then the next lot hit, this was thicker and larger than the first, I gulped and gagged but it all went down, after that he was easy, I got it all, every drop. I stayed where I was until he calmed down and got his breath back. While he was doing that I just kept sucking and licking him. I knew that he knew that he had just been done over by someone who knew how to deliver a blow job. "Jeanette that was the best ever baby, you are a real champ, nothing has ever out done that I promise you on my life," he said, as he pulled me up and kissed me. "I'm done in now," and he laughed as he hugged me. "Your future husband who ever he may be is going to be one lucky guy," he added. "Yes I know," I told him, my mind went to Tim, 'yes you are.' I said to him in my head. I got up and climbed on to him, knees either side hands on his chest. I could actually see him now. He was a terrific specimen of a man. "Don't you have a girlfriend Walter, someone in your life? You must have, come on tell me, I want to know." I said. "There is someone in the states, who I was beginning to think of as special," he told me, "but looking at you I know that it isn't, it can't be can it?" "Of course it can Walter, we both know this is a one time thing, a wonderful fabulous interlude in our lives, but that's all it will ever be, sadly I have to admit. No matter how much we both love all this." I said, as I reached behind me a nipped him. "Let's not count our chickens just yet Jeanette, we both might end up falling in love?" He shocked me by that. "Walter, I'm not available, I haven't told you but there is someone very special in my life and I have no intention of giving him, or it up. Not for you and not for anyone else, I'm sorry if I have misled you." I told him as gently as I could. "Jeanette, that has made me happy and sad at the same time." He told me, "I am so so happy that you have someone, you deserve someone more special than I could ever be. And you are right, we could never be more than lovers, I know that really, I was just keeping my options open," and he laughed loudly. Things were okay, I had started to think that this was going downhill fast, he had rescued it. "I'm starving and I have nothing in the fridge Walter, let's have a shower and pop out down the road to my café for breakfast hey?" We got up and went in the shower arm in arm, my head on his shoulder just like any other loving couple. We had a great time in there, he tongued me to a knee buckling orgasm, my nipples were as sore as hell but I loved it all. As we were drying off the phone went, it was my mother, wanting to know what time I would be arriving for lunch. I had forgot! "I won't be coming mom," I said, "I'm having quality time here for me," I told her looking at my naked Walter. She was huffy but accepted it. The next one was from Tim, he asked how I was, all the usual things, Walter guessed who it was and disappeared while I had my personal time with him. I apologised to him as he threw me on to my bed and ravaged me again. I laughed and giggled and fought back. It was glorious fun, two children playing in bed. We had breakfast but I kept a distance between us, just in case I saw someone who knew me. I stopped at a shop and bought milk bread and biscuits. This would have to last us until we parted later forever. It had to be tonight at the latest, I had to have decent nights sleep so I would be at my best for my wedding tomorrow. We went to bed in the afternoon, it just was so right, there was no tension, no wondering, just plain longing for what we both knew was taking place. Spending a long time just in each other, on each other, with each other, giving each other what the other wanted just became the natural thing to do. He slid a finger in my ass. "Walter," I said, "that's off limits, it's not for you." "Its already mine Jeanette, you just haven't realised it yet." He told me. I sighed; suddenly I knew he was right, everything was his, all of me. There would be no rejection of him, no saying no. If I didn't realise it then, his next words made it clear. "Do you have any baby oil Jeanette?" "I'll go and get it," I said. My insides had quickly turned to mush, he was going to do my ass, something I had intended for Tim. But he would never know would he? By the time I got back I was more excited than ever, knowing that this man, who I had only met yesterday, was going to take my anal cherry. He had taken me and I had taken him like a whirlwind. This had been a tornado of emotons. I handed it to him, got on the bed and my knees and elbows and spread myself. "Do it Walter, hurry, do me, I want it, hurry damnit!" He poked oil in my ass and I watched him coat his growing prick. I looked at him in some fear, detachment, and as if on film. He got behind me and I readied myself as well as I could. He played with my nipples, tickled my pulsating clit, I was ready, I really was. I couldn't wait for the unknown to happen. Then I felt the first contact of flesh on flesh, the first nudge, then another, a harder one. Then 'POP' the head went in. I never expected the hurt that went with it. I naturally attempted to pull away, but Walter had me by the hips, I wasn't going any where. I heard myself squeal, my head went down, the only way I could go was back, and unbelievably that's just what I did. Walter was suddenly half way in my burning stricken ass! "Walter, please?" I cried. "Relax Jeanette, let it go, feel it happen," he told me. I knew now that if there was one person on this earth that could quieten me, relax me and make me do what he told me, was right behind me with his prick halfway up my rear end! I did all he told me, and then the pain turned to pleasure, an unknown pleasure, one I didn't know existed. It was completely different to that of having been banged like Walter had banged me. He got my clit I blew a spume of cum right out of me. My hanging head watched it. I never knew that either, that a woman could cum like a man? Walter didn't last long either; soon my ass was in explosion mode as he filled it with his cum. I felt constipated, I needed to shit badly I was so full of cock and cum. He must have let go of my hips because I fell face down on to the bed with him flat on me too. Guess what I did then? Yep you've got it. I laughed ike a drain, unable to move, but giggling and laughing in that strange way you can only do when you've just cum like never before. Walter sniggered in my ear. "You enjoyed it in the end then Jeanette?" he asked. "I have never felt anything like it in my life Walter, I really haven't, and I don't think I ever will again!" I told him truthfully. I had done everything it was possible to do with this man in about twenty four hours of loving, fucking and shagging. I had been with the most extraordinary man I had ever met, or ever likely to meet again. And time was approaching when the parting of the ways was near. He, bless him sensed it. We were both sad, very sad. I cried in his arms. "I'm so sorry Walter, this has been the most amazing day and night of my life, I will never regret meeting you, or doing what we've done. The Lord had blessed me with you." "I feel exactly the same Jeanette," he whispered, "my love and my thoughts will be with you for the rest of my life." We kissed one last time and he left, long and lingering was the kiss. I spent what was left of my evening crying, lamenting, and praising my Lord for sending him to me. I would never ever forget him. I woke up in tangled bed clothes the next morning. I felt alaive and good, and deeply sad too. But today was a brand new day. My new life was to begin. I hopped out of bed with Walter on my mind and nearly fell over; my ass felt as though I had had a new one ripped in to it! "Walter!" I yelled and laughed happily. I got ready and left for my moms home. The morning was passed in fits of giggles, all my bridesmaids were there helping. Then the car arrived for me and my dad. "You are different JJ," Joanna said, "what have you been up to since I last saw you, what's happened?" I knew she would see the change, because I had changed hadn't I? "I might tell you one day Joanna," I said, "but today is not the day, okay?" And I left it at that. I walked up the aisle to Tim who was looking over his shoulder at his beautiful bride, I briefly thought, and said to myself. 'Oh Tim if you only knew, if you only knew!' That's when I got a fit of the giggles and I knew I was all okay with everything. Walter had happened, and I would never forget him. After the sermon and we left the church, I whispered to Tim. "Tim where is your dad? I can't wait to meet him." "There," he said and pointed. I looked and saw Walter smiling at me but I could see how stunned he was. I dropped my bouquet in surprise, this allowed me to try and recover some of my shock. He stepped forward and took over, "Tim," he said, "Jeanette, I am so happy for you, and I have to say Jeanette I have never seen a more beautiful bride in my life, never!" How I got through all that that day I will never know. I had just spent twenty four hours and more being fucked senseless and fabulously by my husband's dad, my new father! "At the reception I knew we would have to chat, we danced, he held me close. I could sense rather than feel his cock against me. "Jeanette, I didn't know honestly," he whispered, "I only flew in three days early so I could revisit places and people I had known, meeting you was pure luck, especially on my part." I had to agree and there was nothing to forgive. "I won't forget it Walter, never," I told him, "but things have to move on, agreed?" "Yes Jeanette, agreed." I felt his cock then, it was hard against me, pressing through my dress. "Walter please?" I begged. "I'm sorry Jeanette, but I can't help it," he giggled in that deep voice of his and his eyes cut right through me. My pussy crumbled, it wasn't over and never would be I knew it now, we would meet again. When and where I didn't know but we would. My father was my lover and always would be. And amazingly I felt happy about it too. Dashing Dishy Walter Three months later we went to the states for a months holiday, oh what a time I had there, I came back pregnant too!