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Darla Ch. 01

By: maadmaax



Chapter 01: Moving Out

I shivered a bit, even though the night was fairly warm. I was standing on the balcony of my girlfriend's apartment looking into her bedroom. I could see and hear everything because the screen was closed, but the glass slider was open and the light was on. What was I doing here? Simple, I was watching her screw her boyfriend. Huh? If you think you're confused you should have been in my shoes.

When I met Darla she was living with a boyfriend and having some problems with him. She never went into any details, but I had the impression she was looking for some reason to make new living arrangements.

Her boyfriend, Stu, was the bartender at my regular watering hole and he and I were somewhat friendly when he introduced me to Darla. The introduction included the information that she loved dog-style sex and she never wore panties.

One afternoon when business was slow Stu was working in the office and Darla and I were sitting at the bar talking when, out of nowhere, she said, "Would you kiss me?" The place was empty, I'm a man, and I have a beautiful young woman asking me to kiss her. Do I? I turned, leaned forward a bit, pressed my lips to hers, and -- wow!

I tried, honest, I tried. She was dating a guy I knew and I really didn't want to be responsible for them breaking up, but she was soooo hot! I pulled back after only a couple seconds and she pulled me back in and said, "No, I mean really kiss me." Then she moved forward, pressed her lips back against mine, and moved her tongue around against my lips.

Whatever things you've heard about electricity, it happened that afternoon. Within seconds I was sucking on her tongue and then pursuing it with my own as she pulled it back and we were so deeply involved that I didn't even notice how much time had passed. I only remember that there was some song on the jukebox when we started and a different song was just finishing when we finally pulled apart.

I don't know if it might have gone any further, but we pulled apart as we heard Stu open the office door. Now, besides what Stu told me about her, I knew that she ass one hell of a great kisser.

One evening I verifed one of the things that Stu had told me. Darla's car was in the shop and Stu asked me to take her home because he had to work late. I walked her out to my truck and handed her in and went around to the driver's side. It was already dark and, as soon as I closed my door, she leaned over and said, "Can we kiss again?" Duh! I leaned into her and we were soon holding each other and kissing madly. I took a chance by putting my hand on her leg and started stroking, slowly moving it higher and higher. It took me only a minute to verify that she wasn't wearing any panties and only seconds more to find that she enjoyed having me slip a finger inside her.

Five more minutes of kissing and I had two fingers inside her and then she stiffened, moaned loudly, and her entire body started shaking. It went on for almost a minute and then she relaxed and we started kissing again. Another five minutes and she did it again. As she relaxed this time, she reached down to pull my hand away from her pussy. "Your turn," she said, and unzipped my pants. As she worked my cock free I looked around to make sure nobody was nearby. Then she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.

Shit, could this woman suck a cock! I'm normally pretty good in the stamina department, but with her lips, tongue, and hand working on me, I lasted less than ten minutes. "Oh, baby, I'm going to come, I can't hold it."

She looked up at me long enough to say, "Give it to me, sweetie." Then she slid her lips back over my cock. Seconds later I grunted, thrust my hips upward, and shot everything I had into her mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her and kept sucking to get every drop out of me. When I was finished she licked me clean and tucked me back in. Then she sat up and we kissed for a couple more minutes.

"Your cum tastes good," she said as she sat back in the seat, putting on her seatbelt. As I drove her home I pondered that remark. I had never thought about taste, I just accepted the fact that women gave blowjobs and, usually, swallowed the results. It never dawned on me that there was a taste to it.

Things led to things and another evening, when Stu asked me to drive her home, I took her to my apartment for two hours of sex before I took her home. Yep, I confirmed that she did enjoy doggy-style screwing. She was nearly frantic, bucking back against me and wiggling her ass all over the place. One other night she and Stu had an argument and she came over to my place and spent the night. Whew! Nearly five hours of sex that night. There were several other times when she either stopped by for a quickie or spent the night. Some of them were when she and Stu had an argument and one was when he just didn't want to fuck her and she was horny.

Then, Darla and I had lunch one afternoon and she casually asked, "If Stu moves out, would you be willing to move in with me?"

I didn't even hesitate, but said, "In a heartbeat!"

Not two weeks later she called to tell me that she had asked Stu to move out and he was leaving the following week. She invited me over on Friday night and, after a loooong two-hour drive (Friday traffic in SoCal) I got there around eight p.m.

She opened the door, kissed me quickly, and then said, "Shh, Stu's in the bathroom."

"What? I thought he was going to be gone."

"He couldn't get all his stuff out today."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow or whenever."

"No, just go out onto the balcony. He's taking a bath and, as soon as he's done, he'll go to bed. He never goes out onto the balcony."

She led me out, went back inside, and came out a minute later with a beer for me. She kissed me and said, "Keep quiet, I'll be back in a few minutes."

It was indeed only a few minutes and she walked out with another beer for me. As she set it down on the table she leaned down to kiss me and then reached down to stroke my crotch. Pulling back, she said, "I have to take care of something inside, be quiet, he's getting out of the tub now." Then she walked back inside, closing the slider.

The living room and bedroom balconies were one, seperated only by a low railing. I saw the light go on in the bedroom and heard some talking, and then nothing for a minute. I couldn't help it -- I stepped across the railing onto the bedroom balcony and peeked into the room. I watched Darla walk in and pull off her robe. Stu was lying on his back on the bed, his cock lying on his stomach. Naked, Darla straddled him and said, "Are you sure you don't want a blowjob?"

"No," Stu said, "This is our last time, I want your pussy tonight."

She leaned down to kiss him and moved her hips back and forth slowly, then pulled back and said, "Ah, sweetie, it's been weeks since I've tasted your cum. How about it?"

"Nope, you once promised and I want it tonight."

She didn't say anything else, but raised up a bit and reached down between her legs. The angle was bad and I couldn't see what was happening, but I guessed she was holding his cock upright as she settled down on it. She only moved down an inch and then raised back up. Five or six times she did that, only letting Stu get an inch or so inside her. Then she said, "Okay, how about a deal? You fuck me until you're ready to come, and I'll finish you off with my mouth. That way we both get what we want. You get my pussy, and I get to have your delicious sperm in my stomach."

I could tell he was really excited by the way he said, "Okay, fine, now let me in you." Then he grabbed her hips, pulled down hard, and impaled her on his cock.

As she started sliding back and forth and bouncing up and down I knew from experience that her pussy was clenching his cock, squeezing it and massaging it. The minutes dragged by as I watched her fuck Stu and, after about five minutes she tightened her body and ground her ass against his hips: I was pretty sure she was having a climax.

When she lay down on him so they could kiss it changed the angle just enough that I could see his cock actually moving in and out of her pussy. Okay, she was living with Stu while screwing me and I'll have to admit that I'd thought about what went on when they fucked, but now I was actually watching it. Somehow I wasn't jealous, just really turned on. I wanted to jack off, but didn't because I knew I'd be fucking her when she was finished with him.

Stu was moving his hands all over her body and I saw one on her ass and, from the angle, I figured out that he was pressing his finger against her asshole. Within seconds his finger was running in and out of her asshole and she's moaning even more. "Oh, Stu, what are you doing?" she finally said.

He kissed her as he rammed his finger in as far as it would go and said, "I'm finger-fucking your asshole." A minute of that and he worked another finger in there and then he said, "Because it's our last time, how about letting me in here?"

"Oh, Stu, why do you have to do that?"

He kissed her while working his fingers in and out of her asshole and then said, "Because it's our last time. You're the one that promised and I want it now."

She reached between her legs and raised up, pulling his cock out of her pussy. "Okay, but same rules apply, you only come in my mouth, okay?" As she said it she lowered herself on his cock and I could see an inch disappear into her body. Then she raised up again and dropped down another inch. "Okay?" she repeated.

"Oh, baby, anything you want, just let me in that tight, little hole."

She didn't say anything, just raised up and dropped, taking the entire length of his cock into her ass. She wiggled her ass against his hips a moment and then pulled up and dropped down again, then did it again.

Then, as he started jerking his hips upward, driving his cock into her, the first jealousy hit me as I heard her say, "Oh, yes, Stu, that's it, give me that hard cock. Ram it into my ass. Oh, shit, harder, shove it in harder, oh, yes, that's it." He put a hand on her ass and pulled down while jerking his hips off the bed. "Oh, yes, do it again, that feels so good, do it, fuck my ass, oh, yes, ohhhhhh!" Then her body tightened up and she quivered many long seconds in another orgasm and then collapsed on his chest as he kept running his cock in and out of her asshole.

From what she had told me of Stu's lasting power I was surprised because he had been in her pussy nearly ten minutes and he was going on ten minutes in her ass. Just as I thought that Stu suddenly started jerking his hips like crazy and nearly panted, "That did it, I have to come."

Darla climbed off him and said, "That's it, sweetie, give it to me." Then she held his cock upright and took nearly the whole length into her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down only about ten seconds when Stu groaned, "Now, oh, now, here, I'm coming." I could see her cheeks sink in as she sucked on his cock. For several seconds he jerked his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth and then relaxed.

It was at that moment that she looked up from his cock and her eyes met mine. She opened them wide, then smiled around Stu's cock. She pulled up a bit and licked the underside of his shaft and then, staring straight at me, said, "Mmm, baby, you were great tonight." She grinned in my direction as she said, "Maybe I'm going to miss having this delicious cock around."

Then she moved up and lay beside him and they kissed for a few minutes while I slunk back to the living room balcony and sat down, trying to avoid playing with myself. It was about ten minutes before she walked out with another beer for me and a drink for her.

She set down the drinks and sat down sideways on my lap. She per her arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. A kiss that lasted at least five minutes and she was wiggling her ass around on my cock. She finally pulled back, picked up her drink, and sipped it. "I don't know what got into Stu tonight."

I chuckled and said, "From what I saw, it seemed that something got into you tonight."

She took a quick sip, put her drink down, and untied her robe. Pulling it aside, she grabbed my hand and brought it down between her thighs. Opening them a bit, she pulled my hand up against her pussy and said, "Yes, and I'm looking forward to having something else in me tonight."

"So, what happened?" I asked.

"When I left you I went in to pee and he was still in the tub. He reached down, stroked his cock, and said, 'How about one last time?'

"Shit, I was hoping to fuck you and didn't want to do him, but I had promised him."

"Yeah, he mentioned that a couple times, what's up with the promises?" I asked.

"Oh, when we moved in together I told him that he could have it any time he wanted. Just ask, and we'd do it. So, here he was asking and I didn't really want to do it. So, I stood, leaned down to stroke his cock and said, 'Okay, how about I give you a blowjob?'

"He shook his head and said, 'No, I really want to be in your pussy one last time.'

"So, I said, 'Okay, let me fix a drink and I'll meet you in the bedroom.' Then I went out and got your beer and took it out to you. That's why I reached down to stroke your crotch, I wanted to see if you were really interested in sex tonight."

We kissed again for a few minutes and I worked my finger into her wet, little hole. I pulled back from her, wiggled my finger around inside her pussy, and said, "Thinking about the fact that Stu's cock was in here just a few minutes ago really turns me on."

She kissed me and then giggled, "Well, his cock was also in my ass and my mouth, how's he taste?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned around, straddled me, and pulled me in for a glorious kiss. As we kissed she raised up a bit, grabbed my cock, aimed it at her pussy, and settled down on me. I stirred myself around inside her and then started moving my hips up and down, fucking her gently. "So, while you were fucking Stu, were you enjoying it?"

She moved her hips back and forth slowly, running my cock in and out of her pussy, before saying, "Sweetie, you know I like sex. Yes, I was enjoying it while he was fucking me. I enjoyed it so much that I even had a climax."

I kissed her again and said, "No, you had two climaxes, one while he was in your ass."

She smiled at me and said, "Oh, you saw that, huh?"

"Baby, I saw everything." I paused and then added, "I also heard you talking about how you love to have his hard cock ramming into your asshole."

She kissed me really hard, and then started bouncing up and down on my cock. "Just remember that what made me climax was that I was thinking about the fact that I'd soon be out here with your cock inside me. Now, shut up, while I fuck you," she ordered.

Shit, I was like a kid getting his first piece of ass, I shoved myself into her pussy, pulled back and shoved again -- and started squirting inside her. "Oh, hell, baby, I'm sorry, watching you fuck him was just too hot I couldn't hold it," I said as I calmed down.

She kissed me and wiggled her ass against my hips and said, "Oh, that's okay, you're just going to have to do it again."

Darla Ch. 02



2 - Experimenting

Well, last night was really something. I watched Stu fuck Darla in her pussy and her ass, and then come in her mouth. After he fell asleep she came out to the balcony and she and I did it once, then went into the spare bedroom and knocked it out two more times before I left. In the morning I boxed up my few belongings and loaded the back of my truck. I called Darla about ten. "Well, is it safe?" I asked.

"He just put the last of his stuff in his car. He should be gone within the next ten minutes."

After what I witnessed last night I wasn't jealous, but I had to ask. "You two do anything else since I left?"

"No, I told you, we were finished."

I hesitated and then said, "Yeah, but I remember hearing you say that you were going to miss having his delicious cock around."

Looooong pause from the other end and then, "Silly, I had to say that as part of what we were doing. And, because I saw you watching and wanted to give you a show."

"Okay, so, if I come over in about a half-hour we'll be good to go, right?"

She agreed and I left my old pad, making the long drive to my new apartment. As soon as I got there she came out and helped me carry my stuff in and then we found somewhere to put my meager belongings and we were -- living together.

I have no idea what happened then. From the first time we were together, every time I could get her alone, I'd be sticking my dick in her somewhere. Now, all day long I didn't even feel horny.

I'm actually a very good cook and Darla can't cook worth a damn, but she managed to fix something that was edible and we had an enjoyable dinner. We even stroked and played with each other while we ate. After dinner we cleaned up and I was pleased that we worked well together in the kitchen. That's got to be a good sign, right?

"Let's watch a movie," she said as we walked into the living room.

I didn't have a lot to say about it so I sat down and waited as she pulled out a DVD and stuck it into the player. She sat beside me on the couch and pressed play on the remote.

Hell! It was a chick flick. I suffered through about half an hour listening to her coo and moan with the various scenes. I finally said, "Okay, these two are in love, right? So when are they going to fuck?"

She gave me a dirty look, but didn't say anything. I got that same look again fifteen minutes later when I made a similar comment. When the thing ended she pushed stop on the remote and leaned against me with her head on my chest. "Wasn't that sweet?" she asked.

I stroked her ass and said, "As far as I can see the sweetest thing was at the end when the broad died. Now the guy can go out and find a girl that puts out."

She flew off the couch and out of the room. "Hey! Where you going?"

From the distance I heard, "I'm going to go to bed, you pig. You can do whatever you want."

Hmm, bed, that means sex, right? I turned out the lights and walked into the bedroom. I got undressed, lay down next to her, and gently reached out to stroke her hip. "Get your hands off me, pig," was the only response I got. No sex that night.

The next morning was rather frosty and thawed out only over the course of the day. By dinner we were joking around and everything was back to normal until we went to bed. We lay there kissing and my hand went right between her legs and started stroking her clit and then I slipped a finger inside her pussy. She moaned a bit as I ran my finger in and out of her warmth and then worked another finger into her.

In just a couple minutes she stopped moaning and said, "Jake, what are you thinking about?"

I smiled in the darkness as I said, "I'm thinking about fucking your brains out."

She answered, "I don't think so. Haven't you noticed something?" As she said that she wiggled my cock. It hadn't even started to get hard!

I chuckled a bit and said, "Nope, didn't notice that. Maybe it needs your mouth to wake it up."

She kissed her way down my chest, across my stomach, and took my cock into her mouth and started licking and sucking on it. Geez, this woman has a talented mouth. I lay there enjoying the feeling until it finally dawned on me that I was still limp. She worked on me another five minutes before crawling back up beside me and said, "Don't worry, sweetie, it happens to all men sooner or later." She kissed me and said, "Come on, let's go to sleep, you'll see, everything will be fine."

As I lay there I remembered that after the frost had worn off that day I had, a couple times, come up behind her and cupped her breasts while I kissed the back of her neck and rubbed my hips against her ass. And I hadn't even been aroused. I was a very troubled man as I went to sleep.

When the alarm went off at five I reached down to check -- nope, nothing, it's still just lying there. I didn't bother to wake Darla as I showered, dressed, and left for work. That day was a blur as I didn't pay attention to much of what I was doing. I got home about an hour before Darla and busied myself with fixing dinner. As soon as she walked in she came over, embraced me, kissed me, and rubbed her hips against my crotch. No response from my stupid dick.

We ate, watched a couple mindless shows on TV and went to bed. A half-hour of playing around and -- nothing.

I normally get turned on at least three or four times every day at work -- we have some really hot chicks working there. That next day I actually noticed that I didn't have a single erection all day.

When Darla got home I had dinner ready, we kissed (no response from you know what), ate, and then she showed me her surprise. "I stopped at the adult store on the way home and picked up this." She held up a DVD and said, "The clerk said it's one of the hottest sellers right now. Come on, let's watch it."

We did and, need I describe what happened? Darla was nearly on fire and I finger-fucked her for about ten minutes, giving her an orgasm, but I just sat there with a limp dick. We went to bed after it was over and, as we lay there, Darla asked, "Jake, when's the last time you had an erection?"

I had to really think about that. "Um, last Friday night when we did it in the spare bedroom."

"Yes," she said slowly, "Right after you watched me and Stu doing it."

I thought for a while and finally said, "Yeah, I guess so."

She leaned over to kiss me and said, "I thought so. I don't know if I'm right, but I think I know how to cure you. How about stopping by my office after you get off work tomorrow?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Not now. I'll tell you tomorrow. Now, get your rest, I think you're going to need it tomorrow."

I didn't really think about what she was planning until I got off work and was driving to her office. Maybe she was going to take me to a strip club and buy me a lap dance. Hmm, that might be something. Oops, what's that? Nope, nothing. For a second I thought I had detected a slight response from down below, but it was just a false alarm.

When I got to her office she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and led me through the manufacturing area and into the warehouse. "Here," she said, pointing, "pull these two boxes apart a couple of inches." I did and she said, "Okay, how's your view of that corner over there?"

I looked through the opening and said, "Perfect, why?"

She kissed me and said, "Because Art, the dock foreman, has been trying to get into my pants for months. I thought I'd invite him into the warehouse and give him a blowjob -- with you watching."

"Whoa," I said, "wait a minute, I don't think I want you doing that."

She grabbed my arm and said, "Think! The last time you could get it up was when you were watching me fuck Stu. We haven't done it for four days and I'm horny as hell. If we can't find some way to get that cock of yours to work, I'm going to go find one that does. Now, what's it going to be?"

Properly cowed, I said, "Okay, we'll try it. After all, it's not like I think I'm the only one who was ever in your mouth."

She chuckled and kissed me lightly on the lips and, as she walked away, said, "Nope, after all, you already saw Stu's cock in my mouth."

It was just a couple minutes before I saw Darla walk into view, leading the dock foreman along by the hand. She stopped, looked around, and then put her arms around his waist. "This is as good a place as any," she said and then pressed her lips against his.

Art wasted no time and immediately put one hand on her ass to squeeze and stroke it and his other hand slid up her chest and squeezed her breast. Within seconds I felt my cock start rising. It was the first erection I'd had in nearly a week and I reached down to stroke it as the two of them kissed and I saw her hand rubbing his crotch.

She let him squeeze her ass for a few seconds, but when he tried to move it around to the front she stopped him. "Huh, uh," she said, "This is all about you, not me."

"Ah, honey, I can do some really good things for you if you'll let me," he said.

Without saying anything else she knelt down, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them half way down his thighs. I could see the outline of his cock under his briefs and she stroked it for a couple seconds. "Oh, sweetie," she said as she pulled down his briefs and freed his cock. "I'm going to like this one."

Then she stood up, cupping his balls in her hand and played with them for a few seconds while she kissed him. "Art, you have lovely balls, would you like to have them in my mouth?"

"Oh, yeah, honey, I'd like that."

She kissed him again as she ran her hand up the shaft of his cock and wrapped her hand around it. "And would you like to have this in my mouth too?"

He chuckled a bit and said, "Yeah, I think that'd be even better."

She kissed him again and then leaned her head on his chest as she stroked his cock. Looking in my direction she smiled and said, "And if this is in my mouth long enough, do you think maybe you could give me an afternoon snack?"

"Honey, you keep doing what you're doing and I'm going to fill your stomach."

She looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Come to mama, big boy." Then she sank to her knees and slipped her lips over the head of it.

For the next ten minutes I was rubbing my suddenly rock-hard cock as I watched Darla suck, lick, and stroke Art's cock. I knew that her tongue was doing wonderful things to him inside her mouth. When she licked the underside of his shaft and then took both his balls into her mouth and sucked on them I nearly cried out in ecstasy.

She kissed and licked her way back to the head of his cock and took it back into her mouth. I'm sure it was hitting the back of her throat as she started bobbing back and forth faster and faster. "Oh, baby, that's it, oh, baby, I'm going to come, oh, shit, yes, I'm going to do it."

Once again I had a slight twinge of jealousy as she pulled back long enough to say, "That's it, sweetie, give it to me." Then she took his cock back into her mouth.

He suddenly tightened his body, put his hand on the back of her head, and pulled it in toward him. His hips jerked several times as he groaned, "Ah, fuck, baby, that's it, oh, yeah."

I could picture his hot sperm flooding her mouth and flowing down her throat as he jerked two or three more times and then relaxed.

I could actually see her throat moving as she swallowed everything he gave her. She sucked on him another few seconds and then pulled her lips away and licked his cock up and down, cleaning off every drop of jizz he had.

She pulled up his briefs and then jeans and stood up to kiss him. "Thanks, Art, you have no idea how much I needed that."

He fastened his pants and then squeezed her ass again and said, "We going to be doing this regular?"

"I don't know," she answered, "I'll have to think about that."

"How about next time we do something a bit more?" he said.

She patted him on the cheek and said, "I told you, I'll have to think about it. Bye now."

She watched him walk back to the loading dock and then came over behind the stack of boxes where I was opening my pants to get my cock out. "Shit, baby," I panted, "That was hot. I need you."

I grabbed her, kissed her, and ran my hand up under her skirt. As we kissed I roughly pushed a finger into her pussy, ran it in and out a couple times, and then worked a second one in there. I pulled back and said, "Here, now, we have to do it." I turned her around, had her lean against the boxes, and pulled her skirt up over her hips. I spread her pussy lips with one hand and guided the head of my cock to her hole with the other.

She moaned as I pushed. The head of my cock popped inside her pussy and I pulled it back and pushed again. Twice more I did that and was deep within her wet pussy. "Oh, sweetie, that's nice, I've missed that feeling," she said.

As I thrust into her pussy I pulled her upright and said, "What'd you tell him to get him out here?"

"Oh, Jake, not now, just do me."

"No, I have to hear it. I want to know everything you two said."

"Oh, shit, okay. I walked over to his desk, leaned down so he could look down inside my blouse, and said, 'Art, you've been awfully interested in me for a while. How about we go into the warehouse and I'll show you how I appreciate your attention?' "

"What'd he say?" I asked.

"He just sat there for a moment and then stood up. 'You mean it?' he asked.

"I smiled at him and said, 'If you want to see if I'm serious, you should follow me.' "

She was nearly panting as she said, "Oh, Jake, that's it, shove it in me, oh, harder, do it harder."

I rammed my cock into her and then asked, "So, when you were sucking his cock, were you enjoying it?"

"Oh, sweetie, you know I like having a man's cock inside me -- anywhere."

"I asked if you enjoyed it?"

"Yes, oh, Jake, yes, I enjoyed it."

I rammed into her again and said, "And when he came, did you like having his cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, oh, yes, I love having a man's cum in my mouth."

"How about your pussy? Do you like having a man's cum in your pussy?"

"Yes, oh, yes, Jake, I need that."

"How about my cum? You want my cum in your pussy?"

"God, yes, give it to me."

I yanked back on her hips, rammed my cock as far into her as I could get and started squirting my cum into her depths. I hadn't come in days and I had enough that after just a few seconds I could feel it leaking out around my cock and running down her legs. Feeling me fill her pussy with cum she said, "Don't stop, I'm so close, keep fucking me, oh, Jake, that's it, I'm almost there, ohhhhhh!" Her body tightened up and I felt her pussy clench down on my cock as she jerked her hips up and down and back and forth in her orgasm.

As we both calmed down she turned her head so we could kiss. A minute or so of that and my cock slipped out of her. "Oh, Jake, I haven't been fucked like that for years. Thank you, oh, thank you."

I thought about what I'd just witnessed and what I had done and just said, "No, thank you."



Darla Ch. 02



The sight of Darla, gently padding naked into the kitchen the next morning was one of the most satisfying yet arousing vista's I ever beheld. That I must have been gaping was obvious when Darla returned my gaze with a stink eye. I pulled my jaw taught, forced a neutral expression on my face and said,

"Good morning, Darla. After breakfast we can work out and then it's off to your studies. We both know that you are a smart woman but boys, and goofing off took precedence over your studies. If you want another chance at college you are going to have to sharpen your mind. I have set out a course of studies for you. But first, a refreshing and nourishing breakfast."

Darla seemed to drink my words in and replied, "OK, can I have some clothes, Daddy? I feel funny being naked all the time, and I don't like the way you sometimes look at me."

"If you get passing marks in the quizzes you take after your first week of studies, you will earn yourself some clothing. The higher your grade, the better your subsequent wardrobe. Squeak by, and you get little more than rags. Ace everything and you get an entire designer outfit. Somewhere between the B's and D's and you get intentionally garish and ugly outfits that a supposedly stylish young woman like yourself would not want to be caught dead in. I KNOW that you can excel Darla and I will settle for nothing less." 

"Daddy, do you think a college will really admit me again? My ears are still burning from the insults my adviser screamed at me when I flunked out."

"If you posses evidence that you have the capacity to learn and that you are serious the second time around. It should not be a problem. You also have an ace in the hole, a rich father who will give the university a nice donation in exchange for admitting you."

I winked and Darla laughed. We ate and fell into easy conversation. I had heard rumors about how much of a nutcase Bonnie, my ex-wife had become, but Darla's stories were a revelation. Bonnie was obsessed with young guys to the point where Darla stopped introducing her boyfriends to her because Bonnie would try to put the Mack on anything reasonably attractive in trousers between the ages of eighteen and twenty five. Bonnie had also been drinking, a lot. Even the admittedly bizarre living conditions I had imposed upon Darla, even the mandatory nudity, where more comforting living with her mother.

"Do I get any rest time, Daddy?"

"There are breaks built into your day. When school and other instructions are over you can hang out by my pool. I expect you to fill your down time with reading and grasping topics such as art appreciation."

"So none of my friends can come over?"

"If you do well, you might have a small birthday gathering with a few friends."

"What about boys?"

"Darla, " I began, "Boys are one thing you definitely need to put out of your mind for a season or so. Your taste in men is appalling in any case. Perhaps after a year or so you will be able to discern young men who are worth dating from those only interested in screwing you."

"And what would the right kind of boys be like, Daddy." Asked Darla suspiciously.

"Well." I replied blushing, "I'm not too bad as far as men go."

"Daddy!"

"I'm serious, Darla. If you remember I was a rather conscientious father and a responsible man. The divorce was certainly not MY doing. Think Darla, you and your mother have the SAME taste in men. Aside from me, has Bonnie ever picked out a winner?" 

That realization really affected Darla and she was silent for many moments.

"But what if I get horny?" she asked when she spoke again.

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it. In any event a little celibacy never killed anyone."

I paused and took a look into her deep green eyes, "In any event, so long as you live here, I have final authority of whether you have sex or not. Right now you are far too immature for a relationship. When you have matured some, there MIGHT be a chaperoned date or two."

"Chaperon?"

"Yes IF you do win yourself the right to date, you won't even get a chance to neck. Our great grandparents had marriages that lasted a lifetime and when their dating consisted of nothing more scandalous than holding hands."

"Killjoy!"

"I'm not doing this to be liked, Darla. I'm doing this to save your life. Metaphorically, there are days ahead when you will fight every moment when I am dragging you out of the rip tide. Now finish up you have to do thirty minutes of spinning and then then twenty of yoga. After that we hit the books."

Darla surprised me by applying herself very well that first day. It was amazing how comfortable we became with her constant nudity. Darla seemed to understand that the focus and educational opportunities I was offering was a transitory thing. If she did not grab and hold on this time she would never have another chance to win the rodeo. I let her knock of early and even rewarded her with the movie of her choice in my home theater room.

I wasn't sure if I should make it a rule that I be solely responsible for bathing her. That idea seemed a bit extreme and might ultimately prove counterproductive. Still I preferred that she take her baths or showers off of my bedroom so that I could control how much time she spent in the tub and regulate the length of her showers. 

Often, we had a hart to heart talk afterwords and when I tucked her in that first night of instruction, she kissed me on the cheek. This became a routine that continued. Just being under my roof seemed to take a ton of stress and frustration from her. In so many ways she seemed decades younger. Her body however was all woman. 

Even though her grade point average was a fraction off of what it should have been, I decided to buy her the outfit anyway. Darla's eyes lit up as each package was delivered. Despite her desires I would not let her open anything until everything had arrived. She seemed very happy indeed when she was tearing open the packages.

"A garter belt and stockings, Daddy?" 

The short navy dress met with her approval as did the matching shoes. The rather lacy underwear, which had my full approval, came from a very exclusive boutique.

"Nothing makes a woman feel more feminine, Darla. You have been careless to your dressing habits and your sense of style could use an overhaul. I don't expect to go back to the white glove fifties of Donna Reed but you should be able to turn heads everywhere you go. Right now you tend to dress as the invisible woman, What is not cookie cutter has no pizazz . It is a complete package, if you don't wear everything you don't get to wear anything. It is a lovely day and we can take a walk around the block. There is a small frozen custard stand on the way."

"You are a dirty old man!" She said before finally sighing heavily and beginning to dress. 

Since I had seen everything, Darla did not ask me to leave the room while she dressed. I tried to freeze my face into an immobile blank. I'm positive, however, that as I watched her gently tug the dark nylon stockings over her toes and up her phenomenal legs, that my tongue was hanging out. Fortunately, Darla did not notice.

She looked absolutely smashing in the outfit. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and twirled a few times for me to take her in from all angles. I reveled in the delight on her face. I put on some snappy clothes, grabbed my wallet, presented my left arm, and proceeded to lead her out the door and around the block.

The beautiful weather meant that many folks were outside. Both Darla and myself noticed the appreciative stares she received. The teenage clerk at the custard stand became flummoxed to the point of embarrassment when he tried to wait on Darla. My step-daughter laughed. She would not have been interested in that boy if he were the last sentient creature on earth, but Darla DID realize that she would never have gotten the same reaction had she been dressed in her old clothes.

We sat on a bench and people watched for a while. A small park sat directly across the street and we observed the various activities. Her first words were rather interesting,

"This underwear feels divine. You have excellent taste, Daddy. I can't wait until you buy me more dresses like this!"

"Darla. I'm not buying you these things, you are earning them. And your next several outfits will not be dresses. You have to earn workout attire and practical clothing before an outfit like this crosses the threshold again. And this particular outfit is going under lock and key when we return home."

"Aww, Daddy" moaned Darla. In her only real complaint of the day. 

I made one of my most Delicious dinners to celebrate Darla's first week under my roof. 

"Oh, Daddy, I have not had it this good in a long time. Nobody makes it like you do."

"Thank you, Darla. I haven't had anybody I wanted to make for for an equally long time."

Our eyes met and we stared intently at each other. Darla seemed moved by my words. She could plainly see the sincerity of my words in every line of my middle aged face.

"Have you really missed me that much?"

"Absolutely, Darla."

Darla looked at the floor and then gazed at me.

"Now I remember the reason."

"The reason for what I asked?"

Darla flushed and said, "Now I remember the reason why, when I was a little girl, and my friends asked me who I wanted to marry when I grew up, I always replied, 'Daddy, I want to marry my Daddy.'"

She slid off her chair and walked around the table to my own chair. She sat her naked self in my lap and kissed me on the lips very deeply.

"Daddy, you are the only man who ever truly loved me. Even though you are not my father, you loved me better than my own. I've been wracking my brains ever since you took me in as to why you are so kind, sensitive and strong. I thought you had ulterior motives or that it would all be a charade designed only to humiliate me. But it is not that at all. You LOVE me, Daddy, love me in ways no other man has or can. All the while I've been living here, I've been trying to deny, that what I felt for you was anything more than philia love, but it goes much deeper than that. All my life I have been looking for someone who is as smart as you, as kind, as you, as strong yet gentle as you and it finally dawned on me while eating this meal that you made out of love for me that the man I have been looking for is YOU!"

An even more passionate kiss followed the first and this time I kissed Darla back.

"I just know that making love to you will be exceptionally wonderful, Daddy. But do not take me until I am truly ready, I know that I have a great deal to learn from you in everything."

With that, her head fell against my chest and Darla sobbed tears of joy. To my utter astonishment I was sobbing as well. 

The two of us kissed for a very long time and Darla hugged my very tightly that night before I tucked her in. Despite the hornet's nest both of us had just plunged into, we slept very well that evening.



Darla Ch. 03



3 - Next Evolution

I don't know how she had figured out what was wrong with me, but Darla's experiment worked. She had taken me down to her office and arranged for me to watch her suck off one of the employees and, immediately after, I had fucked her harder than I had ever done.

As we walked in the front door of the apartment I pulled her back against me, cupped her breast with one hand and slid the other down between her legs. She turned her head and we kissed for a couple of seconds while I worked a finger inside her pussy and then I pushed her forward, bending her over the back of the couch. I wasted no more than twenty seconds working my cock out of my pants and then pressed the head of it between her pussy lips. Only seconds later I was firmly embedded inside her wet, warm pussy. I stirred my cock around inside her body for a few seconds, and then started stroking in and out of her pussy as hard as I could. Shit, I only lasted about two minutes before I pulled back on her hips, drove my cock deep within her, and started streaming inside her.

"Oh, shit, Jake, oh, fuck, oh, that's it, fill me, oh, yes," she moaned as I finished my climax.

I pulled her upright and she turned her head so we could kiss. I finally pulled back from that passionate kiss and said, "I'm sorry, baby, I don't know what happened. I just had to have you as soon as possible. I'm sorry."

As my cock slipped out of her she said, "Oh, sweetie, you don't have to apologize, that was wonderful. Oh, you have no idea how much I've needed to be really fucked." She turned around and leaned over to take my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it to get every last sperm cell out of me and then licked me clean. Standing up, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me again. After a couple of minutes she pulled back and said, "The neat thing is that I got really well-fucked twice in less than an hour."

Oh yes, her experiment worked. While I was cooking dinner she came into the kitchen and attacked me and we fucked again for ten minutes or so. When we went to bed we did it again for nearly a half hour and, sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up with a raging hard-on.

Hmm, what to do? I could jack off, but there's this lovely ass pressing against me and right there between her thighs is a really nice pussy.

Not wanting to wake her I reached down into a drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. I wet my cock, pushed her leg aside a bit, and pressed the head of my cock against her hole. It took me nearly five minutes to be all the way inside her and I moved very slowly and gently the whole time. I had been moving in and out of her for about ten minutes when she moaned and I felt her vagina clench my cock tightly and start massaging it. I softly said, "Are you awake?"

She chuckled a bit and said, "I am now."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I woke up with this hard-on and couldn't think of anything else to do with it."

"Oh, sweetie, any time you have a hard-on, you can always put it in there."

"Oh, you like having that inside you?"

"You know it. You can put that in me any time you want."

I reached down and pressed a finger against her anus and pushed gently. "What about in here, when I have a hard-on can I put it in here?"

"Oh, Jake, any time, you can put your beautiful hard-on in there whenever you want."

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pressed the head against her asshole and pushed gently. I pulled it back and pushed harder, driving it about half way inside her. Two more times and I was buried all the way in her tight asshole. I stirred my cock around inside her for a few seconds and then started stroking in and out of her.

Over the next few minutes the pace picked up and I was thrusting into her body harder and faster. In nearly a replay of what I'd heard her telling Stu, she moaned and said, "Oh, Jake, that's it, give me that cock. Ram it into my ass. Oh, shit, harder, shove it in harder, oh, yes, that's it, fuck my asshole."

Thinking back to what Stu had done to her got me so worked up that I fucked her as fast and hard as I had ever done. "You like this?"

"Oh, Jake, yes, I love this feeling." Then her body tightened up and she quivered for several long seconds and moaned loudly.

As she relaxed after her orgasm I felt my own climax building and said, "I'm going to come, can I come in your ass?"

"Oh, yes, any time, as many times as you want. I love the feeling of your hot jizz squirting into me."

"Good, because I'm doing it now." I rammed my cock all the way into her and, with a grunt, I started squirting inside her. For the longest time I strained against her ass and jerked my hips madly, finishing off my climax. We lay there without talking and we both faded back to sleep while I was still inside her.

The next day at work was wonderful as I got turned on three times when I saw some of the women that worked there and, as soon as Darla walked into the apartment we did it for nearly half an hour on the couch. When we went to bed we did it again for almost an hour and I was completely drained.

Friday was somewhat slower as I was worn out. We went to bed and I tried, but finally had to say, "Darla, we've done it so often, I really need some rest."

I felt her body tense up and then she said, "Okay, sweetie, let's just sleep. Maybe you'll feel more like doing it in the morning."

I didn't. Nor that afternoon or night. Sunday morning we were lying in bed reading the comics and talking about nonsense when she suddenly said, "Do you think you can get it up if you think about Stu and me fucking?"

I thought back a week ago, standing on the balcony watching Stu's cock plunging into her pussy and ass. She said, "Think about what it looked like as his cock was going in and out of me." She paused a moment to reach over and stroke my cock and then added, "Remember the sounds of our skin slapping together as he rammed his cock into my asshole." That did it. I had an almost immediate hard-on and rolled over on top of her.

Later that day I was standing in the kitchen when she came up behind me. She put her arms around my waist, rubbed her hips against my ass and whispered, "Remember what it was like watching Art's cock moving in and out of my mouth." That worked a bit as I felt a response from down below. She reached around, ran her hand up and down my half-aroused cock and then said, "Oh, sweetie, when he came and his hot semen was running down my throat, I was thinking about how I'd like to have your hard cock inside me." Yep, that worked. I bent her over the sink and did her in just a few minutes.

That night, though, nothing she said worked on me. Monday was the same and I couldn't get it up. Nothing she said worked and we both went to sleep frustrated. Tuesday evening, when she got home, she just said, "Come on. We have to do something."

I didn't know what she was talking about, but was hoping she had some new idea. We drove to a dance club in town that normally didn't get busy until nine or ten o'clock. We walked in and looked around. There were two guys sitting at the bar that looked like they'd been there a while. Darla said, "There." She was pointing to one dark corner booth where an older man was sitting by himself. "Come on," she ordered and led me to the booth. "Hi," she started out. "I'm... Francine," she lied. "We need to talk to you, can we join you?"

The guy didn't look like he was going to say yes until Darla added, "I guarantee you'll like what I have to say."

He finally said, "Well, I guess so." He really looked uncertain when Darla had me sit down at one end of the booth and then she moved around and sat down on the other side of him with her leg pressing against his.

A waitress walked over, we ordered, and, once she left, we chatted about nonsense. The man was in town on business for one day and had just stopped in for a drink, not realizing what the club was like.

After the waitress delivered our drinks Darla put her hand on the guy's leg. "Look, I'll be straight with you. We're looking for some fun and my boyfriend there likes watching me in action."

"Uh, in action?" the guy sounded uncertain.

"Yes," she said and then took a sip of her drink, waiting for the man to say something else.

He looked at me and then at Darla and, finally asked, "What kind of action?"

Another sip and then, "Oh, don't worry, he doesn't want anything to do with you, he just wants to watch."

"Watch what?"

Darla chuckled at that and said, "Well, we can't very well fuck here in front of everyone, but I could give you a blowjob." She sipped again and then asked, "How's that sound?"

I glanced down and noticed that Darla's hand was running up and down on the man's crotch so he was evidently interested. Just sensing that Darla was stroking the guy's cock got me going enough that my own cock started rising. Then, without waiting for an answer, Darla reached down with both hands, unzipped the man's pants, and worked his cock out. "Oh, sweetie," she said looking at me, "look at what I found. Isn't this a beautiful cock?" I didn't say anything and she smiled at me as she said, "I think I'll suck on it and see what happens."

She leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock and then looked up at him. "Just relax and let me do my thing. I'm really pretty good at this." Then her lips slipped over the tip of it and she continued until his entire cock was in her mouth. Pausing a moment to squeeze his balls gently, she then started bobbing her head up and down. She occasionally looked over at me while she was sucking his cock and watched me stroke my own.

She alternated between bobbing her head up and down and licking the underside of his shaft. Five minutes into it he started jerking his hips and groaning a bit. Another minute and he breathlessly said, "I'm coming, I can't hold out any more, I've got to come."

With her standard response she looked up at him and said, "That's it, sweetie, give it to me." Then she took his entire cock back into her mouth.

His, "AHHHHH," told me that he was shooting his cum into her mouth. As he jerked his hips upward I reached over, put my hand on the back of Darla's head, and pushed it down until she gagged. She reached up and slapped my hand away and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked every last sperm cell out of the man. She moaned as he came and came and then, as he calmed down, she pulled her head up, looked at me, and opened her mouth.

A small stream of semen ran out of the corner of her mouth and I could see the white mass on her tongue. Smiling, she swallowed his load and then licked her lips, catching every last drop. Once more she lowered her head and sucked on his cock a bit to make sure she had everything and then licked him clean. When she was done she tucked him back in, zipped up his trousers, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed that."

There were no pleasantries after that as I got up, went to the other end of the booth, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. "We'll be right back," I told the guy and pulled Darla down the hall to the men's room. Without even thinking what I was doing I pulled her into one of the stalls, leaned her against the wall, and roughly pushed a finger into her pussy. "Oh, shit, baby, that was hot. Did you like his cum?"

I opened my jeans, worked my cock out, and pressed it between her pussy lips. "Tell me, did you like his cum?"

"Yes, Jake, I liked his cum," she said as I pushed. Half way with one thrust and I pulled back and pushed again.

As I got all the way inside her I asked, "You like sucking cock? Tell me, do you like sucking cock?"

As she said, "Yes," I pulled my cock out of her and pushed it back into her as hard as I could.

"Whose cock do you like to suck?" I asked as I rammed it into her again.

"Yours, I like to suck your cock."

I grabbed her hair, pulled back hard, rammed my cock into her, and said, "Wrong, you like to suck any cock. You just like to have a cock in your mouth, don't you?"

She grunted and answered, "Right."

"How about your pussy? Do you like having a cock in your pussy?"

She said, "Oh, Jake, yes, I love having a cock in my pussy."

"Whose cock? Tell me whose cock you like in your pussy."

I could tell she wasn't sure what I wanted her to say as she paused and then, tentatively said, "Yours, Jake, my pussy only wants your cock in it."

"Right," I said as I pulled back on her hair, rammed my cock into her, and started squirting inside her. For the longest time I strained against her ass and poured all my semen into her waiting pussy.

"Oh, Jake, that's it, give me that hot stuff, pour it into me."

The intensity of my orgasm surprised me and my legs felt rubbery as I finished. Darla stood up, turned, pulling my cock out of her, leaned down, and sucked on me for a moment and then licked me clean. She tucked me back in, I closed my pants, and we walked out with our arms around each other.

We went back to the booth long enough to down our drinks and thank the man and then left. As we walked out with our arms around each other she looked up at me and said, "Well, Tuesdays are handled."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He gave me his card. He's in town on business every Tuesday and would love to see us again."

"So?" I asked.

She stretched up to kiss my cheek and said, "Well, any time our weekends are pretty bleak, sexwise, we'll have something to get you going on Tuesdays."

For some reason I wasn't jealous, just amused as I asked, "What's his name?"

She giggled and said, "I haven't the foggiest idea. Here's his card if you're interested."

I pulled her in, kissed her roughly, and said, "I don't give a damn about his name. I only care about getting back to the apartment so I can fuck you silly."



Darla Ch. 03



After Darla went to bed that first night, I was horny as hell. I made my way to my bedroom and jerked off contentedly to the image of my naked former daughter. As I played with myself, in the quiet of the house I could just discern the sound of Darla's own moans. The enormity of the situation fell upon me like a summer cloudburst. Now that I knew that Darla had a passion for me that was equal to mine for her, I realized that I had a duty and an almost sacred responsibility to progress slowly and with supreme gentility.

Apart from the age difference, there was the issue of Darla's history of bad relationships. If I made a hash of this situation, Darla would come to despise me and her life would be more of a muddle than it currently was. I did not want to be just another toxic guy who seeped between her thighs and moved on after using her. I was not naive enough to believe that Darla would ultimately end up with me. Our history was such that I could never fully move from the paternal role to one of romantic lover and peer. What I COULD give Darla however, was the best love she had ever experienced. A mature relationship that valued her and showed her what a real man could provide.

I could foresee a day not to far distant, where I introduced Darla to men carefully selected for her. They would be a few years to a decade older than her and they would all be well established, sober, yet adventurous men. I would be handing her off to a new, fulfilling life. The memory of the sex that the two of us shared lingering in our memories like rare incense, to be recalled with joy. It was not beyond the realm of possibility that for the rest of my life, Darla would return to me to recharge her batteries, so to speak.

Our next morning's breakfast was quiet as an awkward silence hung between us until I admitted,

"Darla, I have to confess, that last night after you went to bed I played with myself while thinking about you."

Darla, grinned and said, "I did the same thing, Daddy. I could not help but envision myself in your big strong arms,"

We stared intently at each other, a mountain of words unsaid. At last I mustered, 

"We have to go slowly, Darla.Everything should be perfect before we actually sleep together. We can not let our patience lapse."

Darla. closed her beautiful eyes, thought a moment and replied,

"I quite agree, Daddy. In the past, I have slept with guys too early on. For the first time in my life, I want to build up to the big event. I had to get away from the noise and distractions of the world to finally realize that. I had just begun dating about the time you and mom broke up. Last night the words of advice you gave me then replayed itself in my mind. Do you remember what you said?"

"If I recall correctly, " I replied, "it was something along the lines of 'make sure a man has value as a human being before you sleep with him.' I probably followed that with things any father would say, don't submit to a pretty face or his pressure."

Darla beamed from ear to ear, "Almost word for word, Daddy! And me, fool that I was, slept with four guys in quick succession and then complained when I heard people call me 'easy' behind my back."

Darla's expression then turned and tears filled her eyes.

"Oh, Daddy, I don't deserve you! You are too good and too kind and too loving for a little whore like me."

"Darla! I will not have you talk like that! That Darla is DEAD. That Darla was not permitted entry into this house. You are the furthest thing from a whore. You just need a fallow season. A time of renewal and rebirth. I will provide that for you. When you are ready to reenter the world you will be a new woman in every sense," 

Darla stood, crossed the floor, and embraced me. After a long passionate kiss she said, "Daddy, I want you so desperately, but I also want to wait with the same intensity. It is all so confusing."

"I want you too, Darla, but this is one relationship neither of us should rush into. We can either have a brief streak of lightning or we can build to an intense steady flame that warms us in ways we can not imagine. I for one want the slow steady flame."

"I want that, too, Daddy," said Darla as she kissed me once more and pulled away from me.

She indicated her nudity she said mischievously, "Then I'd better work on earning some clothes, for BOTH our sakes!"

With that, we shared a laugh and finished breakfast. 

Darla was as good as her word. She absorbed her lessons, with rapt attention and applied herself to her studies with an intensity that warmed my heart. I could tell that Darla understood this was her last chance and she was not about to fritter it away. For the first time in a long time, she was using her intellect and reveling at discovering how to use it. In most cases, all I had to do was point her in the right direction and she would sail out on her own, a brave little sailor, undaunted by any weather.

In no time her wardrobe expanded. The clothing I bought her, or rather, she earned, was both practical yet sexy. Silks and satins, cotton and muslins and lots of pairs of nylon stockings. Under ever dress or skirt, I required her to wear stockings and garter belt to emphasize her femininity. 

"You have to be transformed inside, Darla, as well as outside. It is very important that you no longer see yourself as you were. The stockings and garter are a visible and emotional symbol to yourself, and, yes me, that you are not the immature, promiscuous girl you were, but are a new creature. An older, more mature woman. The old Darla was a bit careless with her fashions. Just as you are improving your mind, you are also gaining a better fashion sense. In a real way Darla, you are wearing the uniform of the person you want to be. Trust me you will grow to adore your new uniform." I paused a moment and told her most sincerely, "You are pretty enough to be a model, Darla, you should dress like one." 

Together, we absorbed one Great Courses unit after great another on video. We talked about what we learned that was deeper than a simple professor-student relationship. Despite the overwhelming temptation to make out during class time, I fought the urge and remained professional, The sexual tension was thick and heady, however. To ease it a bit, Darla and I allowed ourselves daily ninety minutes make out sessions. We had firm ground rules, We had to remain fully dressed and upright. I hadn't made out like that since I was a teenager and Darla had almost never experienced a make out session that did not end with her either horizontal or straddling some guy. The experience was a joy for both of us, Having curbs on the highway gave us both freedom to explore and love each other in an unhurried easy way. We knew where we were heading, but there was no reason to drive the car faster than a gentle sightseeing pace. The only word to describe it was scrumptious.

Some things simply floored both of us. Despite Darla being Bonnie's daughter and having no connection to my genes, we both liked many of the same things. Our taste in cinema and literature were surprisingly in sync. She seemed to have a good grasp of how I had earned my living. I even taught her a bit of computer coding, at her request, so that she would get a better sense of who I was. She seemed to have an aptitude for it, but lacked the passion a career in coding required. To demonstrate what she had learned, she secretly created a screen saver and loaded it on my computer. I sat down one day to discover that month's calendar appear only to fade out and be replaced with a naked picture of Darla with censor bars in the form of ribbons about her loins and breasts with the phrase, "Don't open until..." I was so proud I could have burst. 

About several months of intense work, she had performed so well on her classwork that I sent a letter to my alma mater requesting her admission. Along with her test results and progress reports was a massive check that was sure to get noticed. Unstated, but obvious in my missive was the implication that a matching check would materialize the day Darla graduated. Even with my wealth, however, there was only so much I could do. Darla had been such a terrible student at her old schools and had also been such a distraction, that my university was leery of admitting Darla to campus until she had demonstrated that she was capable of the work. Before she would be allowed to physically set foot on campus she had to excel at a full boat of telecourses. At first, I was upset, but Darla explained that it was the best deal she was likely to get. She was just grateful for the second chance. A new little fire of intensity crept into her eyes that I really liked. 

To celebrate, I decided to take Darla out to the finest restaurant in town the next week. It would be our coming out party. Aside from a few jaunts around town to stores and the mall, this was the first time we would be out in public as a couple. We decided to go all out. I bought Darla an obscenely expensive dress, with the sexiest undergarments money could buy. I even splurged for Darla to get her hair and nails done. She looked smashing. I wore my best suit. She took my arm and I walked her to the car. Her long, shapely legs looked fantastic in her sheer black stockings as she slid into the seat. Like a gentleman, I hid my stiffy, gently closed her door, and made my way to the driver's seat. 

The eyes of every man in the place focused on Darla once she entered the restaurant. Darla realized that she was the center of attention, but she only had eyes for me. I was curious as to how we were perceived. Darla did not in any way appear to be a lady-of-the-evening. Yet there was no family resemblance between us so it was not obvious that we were father and daughter. I ignored the rude stares of the other patrons and focused upon Darla. At one point, a drink arrived at the table for Darla. She gazed towards the bar. A handsome college boy wore a hopeful smile. Darla raised her glass towards him but shook her head when he made a move to step towards our table. His crestfallen expression was priceless. Under ordinary circumstances; the young man was just the type Darla gravitated towards in the past. He had an athletic build, I pegged him as a lacrosse or Rugby player. That she had turned him down in favor of me, said a great deal about Darla, and about our relationship. I felt Darla's nylon clad toe, tenderly brush the leg of my trousers and was harder than at any previous point in my life. The evening passed as, perhaps the most pleasant of our lives.

On the way home, we started necking in the parking lot. Darla was so beautiful and felt so incredible in my arms that I wanted to throw her across the back seat and take her right there. Fortunately, I was able to get a hold of myself and drive home. I was drunk behind the wheel, but not from alcohol. I drove home slowly to savor the feeling and to stare at Darla. "I love you, Daddy! You are the only man for me! Oh God, are you good for me" her words were the sweetest music I had ever heard.

No sooner were we home, the front door closing behind us and Darla was on the floor, fishing my erect rod out of my suddenly tiny underpants. I can not even describe how wonderful her succulent pink lips felt around my shaft. The bodice to her dress shifted and her spectacular breasts came into view. I saw her nipples pucker and felt like I had entered heaven without the interim step of dying. I wanted Darla and she wanted me. But suddenly I realized that this was not the right time or place. We already knew how we felt about each other, was a night on the town and dinner really the right preliminary to our intimacy? With a sudden realization, I knew that it was not. As if by telepathy Darla seemed to read my thoughts She stopped her wonderful gifting of her tongue on my shaft and pulled her dress back over her tits.

"Darla this is NOT the right time I said softly."

Darla gazed up at me with her huge teary eyes, "Oh Daddy, I hate to agree, but you are right. I want you but most of all I want the right time for BOTH of us. We have time to build up to things." After a moment, Darla's face lit up. "New Year's, Daddy, let's go away for the Holiday and then give ourselves the best gift possible when the new year falls. I have to focus on my studies. I have to earn the life you promise, Daddy. The time has to be right."

I swept her up in my arms and we both wept tears of joy. We had found each other after so long. The joy and the anticipation hit us as it never had before. We kissed deeply for a very long time. These were not the kisses of simple romance, I realized in a way I had not before, that I was head over heels in love. Darla was right, we needed just the right place and just the right time. That night we shared the same bed for the first time. Nothing happened. Darla wore one of my sweatshirts and a pair of my track pants. We just had to be close to each other. To see the dawn as a couple. Just to spend the night knowing that the person we loved most in all the world was lying next to us. In all honesty, in some ways it was better than sex.

With the dawn, we now knew what our future would be. It really was like planning for and anticipating a honeymoon. I asked Darla if she had any place in particular in mind. She got that beautiful far away look in her eyes and said, "Daddy, you are so good at making decisions, surprise me." After a moment she got a mischievous glimmer in her eyes and said, "There IS one thing you can do, Daddy, let me have your credit card so I can order something very special for when you unwrap me on New Year's Eve" I didn't even have to think about my answer to that request.

Things were going swimmingly. Darla still had some time before her classes began so we studied, picked each other's brains and enjoyed each other's company. And then Bonnie, my ex-wife tracked Darla down. Somehow, she obtained my cell phone number.She was madder than a wet hornet, accusing me of "stealing" her daughter and "corrupting" her away from the wonderful mother Darla had. Even though Darla was an adult, Bonnie could have made trouble for us. I had to produce Darla and demonstrate that I was not up to some nefarious purpose or the two of us would never be rid of her. Darla and I agreed to eat Thanksgiving dinner at Bonnie's house. Both of us were dreading the encounter, however, Bonnie and Darla NEEDED to face each other. My step-daughter had to give my ex-wife the big kiss off.

I helped Darla come to grips with the emotional baggage Bonnie had saddled her with. My ex-wife had trampled over my heart as well. In some respects, we were comrades in arms in a battle that left deep scars. We talked a lot, she cried a lot, and I comforted her as much as possible. For the occasion, I bought Darla a simple dress from a department store. For the first time since living under my roof, Dara would not be wearing stockings and garter under it. When the Holiday arrived, Darla, and I were as ready as we would ever be.

I rented a down market coupe for the day. If Bonnie had any inkling of how much money I now possessed, she would burrow into my life like a tick or a burr under a saddle. We had to get in. get out and wash the day from our memory. That was the plan anyway. 

As we pulled up in front of the house I used to own. I could tell that things were not well. The lawn was a mess, dead grass and mounds of leaves that had not been raked. The recycle bin was overflowing with beer and vodka bottles. The house needed a paint job, probably a new roof, and a lot of little touches. It was obvious that the duties I had performed when married to Bonnie had gone undone for quite some time.

Bonnie greeted us at the door with a sauced smile. Her tight blue dress was no appropriate for a woman in her middle forties. There was quite a lot of exposed leg and decolletage. I noted, hating myself, that Bonnie still had fantastic legs and fine tits, but time was running out for her. She would not be able to attract young guys at all in only a few more years. My ex-wife was wearing too much makeup and cheap jewelry. Her nose was just beginning to wear the redness of alcoholism. Her eyes still sparkled but not with the luster I remembered. Bonnie welcomed us in and introduced us to Matt, her current boy toy. Matt looked only a few years older than Darla. I DETESTED the way he looked at my step-daughter.

To be sociable, Darla followed her mother into the kitchen to help set the table and prepare the meal. I sat as far away from Matt as possible, and the two of us watched football. We talked, after a fashion, Matt was monosyllabic at best. It was not long before the sound of elevated voices could be heard emanating from the kitchen. I got up and prepared to be the referee, a chore I had had to perform between Bonnie and Darla far more often than wanted to recall. Matt remained seated, an inert lump.

"I'm not living here, MOTHER because it is not healthy for me. Whatever you are, whoever you are, you were never my mother. Daddy cares about ME, MOTHER not booze and young guy's cocks.!"

Bonnie turned to face Darla and spat, "He's poisoning you against me. He was never any good."

"That's not true, Daddy LOVES me!"

"Daddy? He's NOT your father, Darla."

I never felt so good as when the next word issued from Darla's lips. "Yes he Is, MOTHER, he most certainly is!" I wanted to kiss her. Instead, I got them to agree to bury the hatchet for the sake of dinner.

As diplomatically as possible, I lied to Bonnie and told her that I had no designs on her daughter and that I was merely interested in seeing her get back on her feet again. I'm not sure she entirely believed me, but the actual truth was so alien to her consciousness, that Bonnie never suspected what was really going on. 

A short time later we all sat down to dinner. Bonnie, despite her many faults, was always a world class cook. The way Matt inhaled his turkey, I concluded he was probably as equally interested in Bonnie's culinary skills as he was her pussy. "It all down hill from this guy." I thought to myself before I focused on more ennobling things. Darla was on her best behavior, I was as well. Darla and Bonnie remained civil throughout the course of the meal, although the effort obviously tore at both of them. With agonizing slowness, the hands of the clock crept to the point where the two of us could excuse ourselves and not simply be rude dashers. 

The sight of my old house in the rear view mirror was as pleasing as the gates of Valhalla. As we rounded the corner, Darla confided to me that on one of her trips to the bathroom, Matt had cornered her and made a rather inelegant pass. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her. 

"You know why, Daddy. If I had said something mother would have accused me of trying to seduce her boyfriend, of "leading him on." I could not stand to hear her call me a tramp again." And with that she teared up and I tried to find some soothing music on the car's radio. Once we had gotten a few miles away, I reflected that, had I not intervened, Darla could have easily become Bonnie in twenty years, seeking the love she never had, a string of meaningless affairs, and drugs or booze to numb the pain. I shuddered at the thought I might have turned Darla away. 

When we got home we both felt like we needed a shower. So that is just what we did. Together! It was the first time I was completely naked in front of Darla. I was self-conscious about my middle-aged body, but my step-daughter did not even bat an eye. What, under other circumstances, would have been an erotic experience was anything but. Neither Darla nor I, after dealing with Bonnie, were in anything like a mood for love. Wrapped in towels we had a gripe session about my ex-wife. Both of us let off a great deal of steam. Perhaps intimacy would have flared up between us then, but we both considered the promise of the New Year. Bonnie had to be a million miles from both our minds when we made love and that sure as hell was not the case at present, so we both got ready for bed. For only the second time since Darla had moved in, I did not jerk off to her image before I drifted off to slumber.




Darla Ch. 03



I selected a very expensive, very romantic hotel with every luxury as the place where Darla and I would finally consummate our relationship. I kept the identity of the place secret, despite Darla using some very tempting bait to lure me into a confession. Finally, I had to threaten to not let her have my credit card to purchase her own trousseau. "Maybe what YOU wear that night should not be a secret." I teased. That finally got her to relent. After a few days, she was happy that it would be a surprise. "Of course," I replied, "father knows best." 

As Christmas approached, I suggested to Darla that she host a small holiday party for her girlfriends at my place. "They should see for themselves that you are turning your life around. Life is always easier when you have friends."

Darla's face wore an expression I could not read before she slowly replied, "I'm not sure that is such a good idea, Daddy. I have a reputation among the girls I know as a boyfriend thief and a clothing stealer. When I think about some of the things I've done. I was really bad with their boyfriends. Marcie Vogel was so angry she threatened to beat me up! As for the rest, I'm not sure if any of them still want anything to do with me." 

"It wouldn't hurt to invite them Darla, the worst they can do is say no. Think of this get-together as a first step towards your rehabilitation in their eyes. I am sure they are curious about you. I'm sure that most of them will be curious enough to come. If nothing else it will give you a sense of where you stand with all of them. I know that you have known some of those girls for a long time. It would be a shame to lose them forever."

Darla was quiet for quite a long time before she nodded her head. After her initial doubts faded, Darla warmed to the project. We decided on inviting eleven girls, for a total of an even dozen at the table. It was decided that I would be present but only in avuncular old man and friend mode. Even so we would have to be careful in not spilling the beans about our relationship. We would deal with the issue of public perception of us as a couple when it was absolutely essential. I knew full well however that expensive party favors would smooth over a lot of Darla's troubles. I bought eleven beautiful expensive watches and provided eleven envelopes with exceedingly generous gift certificates from the local Apple store. No one would leave pissed off at any rate. 

When the day of the afternoon party arrived, Darla just about danced into my room she kissed me deeply and said. "It is going to be frustrating not being able to kiss or touch you all day. Daddy, will you get me ready, give me a bath and help me dress? Last night I was thinking deeply and I remembered that is how the of the best birthday party I ever attended as a child started. I was nine and Marcie Hopkins had a pony and a moonbounce. Mom could not get me ready that day, even though I was a little old for you to be bathing me, it seemed so natural. All I know is that was a truly wonderful day. Maybe if I start this day the same way, it will go as well. Even if it is a silly superstition, you have to admit it will be fun." 

I could have pole-vaulted out of the bed on my erect manhood. I looked at Darla in her sheer silk pajamas and noted her sly smile. God was she beautiful. I placed my feet on the floor and announced, "You little minx! I'll unwrap you after breakfast. But I get to do EVERYTHING, Darla, you just relax and let me have all of the fun."

Darla winked and replied, My Daddy is the sweetest old pervert in the universe."

"You watch your mouth, young lady or I have you over my knee before anything else happens this day."

With that, Darla chuckled and danced her way into the kitchen. Breakfast was light because the lunch was going to be catered and filling. Aside from our first night together, I had not bathed Darla. I had often recalled that first night in luscious detail. Often, when I played with myself, the mental sight of Darla, wet and vulnerable was the one that I came to time after time. I was completely delighted at getting another opportunity to bathe her. How different the two of us were now and haw far we had come since that first night when Darla had turned up on my doorstep. Both of us would be in an entirely different mood this go around.

I made some pancakes. I thought I was dreaming when, after I had set them on the table, I heard. "Why don't you feed me, Daddy. I'm not lifting a finger until party time."

"That's not quite what I meant, Darla." I began to state before I caught the glimmer in her eye and the smirk on her face. I finished with, "However, I think that that is a capital idea."

A short time later. Darla's barely clad, succulent rump was sitting in my lap, the rest of her body resting against my chest. Her sweet aroma was heady as she contentedly allowed me to feed her like a baby. My erect penis caused her butt to squirm in the most delightful of ways.

At first, I tried to be careful about not smearing her face too much, but then I realized That cleaning her up would be eminently more fun the dirtier I got her. Still, I tried to do a good job. Like a giant infant, Darla made grunts or gestures to explain what she wanted. At one point, we broth broke down in hysterics. I left the breakfast dishes for later as I rose to my feet, continuing all the while to snuggle Darla in my arms.

"Bath time for the baby," I repeated in a sing-song voice.

"Goo!" purred Darla. 

My step-daughter was grinning from ear to ear as I set her down on the closed commode lid. A look of pure devilment graced her countenance as began to unbutton the sheer lavender pajama top. Now I had seen Darla's tits plenty over the last few months but somehow, at this moment, she was hotter than the center of the sun. My hands actually trembled as I fumbled with the buttons. Darla new exactly what she was doing and took delight in my torment. 

The garment parted and I saw all of Darla's torso below her collar. Her alluring nipples became erect as I stared at them. My eyes lingered, taking in the flair of Darla's ribs and the enticing dimple of her navel. Perfection was not jot a concept. Gently, I stroked Darla's naked skin before, with a titanic force of will, I turned and opened the taps on the tub.

I set the water to a temperature I thought Darla would enjoy before I turned and teased the pajama blouse off of her slim form. Darla almost laughed out loud as she eyed the considerable bulge in my sweatpants. If she wasn't so beautiful and so obviously amused, I would have been severely tempted to pinch her. 

I had Darla rise and I tugged the silken pants down and off her fine legs. Darla's lovely furred box was just inches from my face. Even a blind man could have seen how damp her carpet was. I refrained, somehow, from burying my nose and tongue in her honeyed hole. My loins danced with all the fires of Hell as I led Darla to the tub an had her step in. Steam filled the air. I slid a bath pillow behind Darla's head and picked up the soap and a washcloth. 

Darla's beautiful pussy drew my eyes like a magnet. Above, I noted that Darla's obvious desire had not dwindled even a fraction. Gently soaping up my fingers, I then slid them inside Darla's snatch. I heard my stepdaughter's gasp as my digits penetrated her gateway. I slid my hand back and forth, slowly and then with more intensity. It was exactly what Darla wanted. It was exactly what I needed. Following both my years of experience and Darla's barely audible directions, I soon had her to the point of orgasm. I teased her for a moment, kissed her deeply, and got her off while our lips were millimeters apart. Darla's hot breath hit my face and I heard her moan delightfully, "Oh my God, Daddy. Oh my, God!" It was my single proudest moment as a human being. 

The rest of the bath was strictly anticlimactic and clinical. Darla broke her silence at one point, gazing pointedly at my erection and saying, "Let me take care of that for you, Daddy."

"No Darla, I want to savor this all day long. Save it for when we go away. There I can assure you, I will expect you to satisfy me. but today is YOUR day."

"But, Daddy, it seems most unfair ..."

"Darla, who is the boss here?"

"You, Daddy, but..."

"But nothing, the discussion is closed." 

Darla had a very nice tea dress to wear. After seeing how much I had paid for party favors, she insisted that I not spend any more money for a new dress. She had only worn this particular dress a few times at any rate, so it was practically new. I made no objection to her objection.

Undressing her was bad enough. Putting clothes on my stepdaughter practically gave me a coronary. Even now the memory of sliding on the panties, hooking the bra, pulling the nylons up the impossibly long legs and adjusting the garter seem the memories of a stranger. So much blood was rushing through my skull and my loins, I would not have heard an air raid siren. The memory of tugging the slip over Darla's hips is clearer. I am fairly certain that it was me who zipped up the teal dress. I was too flustered to do Darla's hair or nails. I spent that time getting myself showed, shaved and dressed. Obviously, I jerked off in the shower. It was a fantastic orgasm. 

The caterer arrived right on time. All eleven of Darla's invitees arrived in neat little knots of threes and fours. Darla's sudden disappearance from her old life had stirred up quite a bit of curiosity. Rumors were going around town with Darla at the center. Depending upon which busy body pinned your ear back, Darla was a kept woman, a resident of a rehab facility, or being kept hidden by the government as a witness in some hush-hush federal crime. Darla's old girlfriends wanted to see with their own eyes which of these scenarios was correct.

I think I read disappointment on the majority of the girl's faces when a boring tale of Darla leading an uneventful life with her formerly estranged stepfather turned out to be the solution to the mystery.

As for me, I acted the part of the concerned parental figure and explained how I was tutoring Darla for another go at college. Just as I had hoped, every girl wrote me off as an uninteresting fuddy-duddy. I did like hearing several of the girls say, when they thought I wasn't within earshot, "Gee, Darla, your stepdad is really handsome." I was less jazzed by the subsequent "Do you think he might be interested in my mom, were I to introduce them?" 

I don't recall how Darla parried that question, but her diplomatic skills were impressive. Bonnie, my ex-wife, had taught Darla how to lie with the best of them. I abhorred when Darla told falsehoods, except in cases like our present situation. Darla had a marvelous time, not all of her friends, but most of them were willing to give her another chance. Others wanted to see continued progress from Darla before they made up their minds.

Marcie was blunt, "How do I know that I won't find you playing strip poker with my boyfriend again? My NEW boyfriend!"

Darla was contrite, "All I ask, Marcie is that you give me time to prove that I have mended my ways. I know I can promise and promise you but you won't hear me. And if I were you, I would feel the same way. I'm a better person now, in time you will see that I have changed, just give me that time."

"Very well, Darla but this is your LAST chance. Also, I don't want you even TALKING to one of my boyfriends unless I am present."

Marcie and the others were even more willing to be forgiving when they opened their gift boxes and envelopes. I shook each girls hand as they left. I had intended to kiss the back of their hand but Darla informed me that the gesture would be misinterpreted. Darla seemed to have an extra step in her pace after the last girl had left.

"Oh, Daddy, I feel so much better! This was the best day ever!"

I smiled and said, "Well, Darla, I hope when we go away, you will have a new best day ever."

"Oh, Daddy!" and then she gave me the sweetest kiss.

The days til Christmas dwindled down to a precious few. Darla's mystery packages arrived as did our hotel reservations. I could have chosen anywhere in the world, but I could not obtain a passport for Darla. (Long story, most of them having to do with Bonnie having access to her daughters birth records and me not wanting to stir a hornet's nest.) I opted for a quaint New England inn on the coast. The town was quaint and quiet and the inn was noted for the romance it inspired. Our room would have a huge fireplace with a bear skin rug and shag carpeting ankle deep. The perfect place to get away from it all. To maximize the surprise I had told Darla only, pack warm things. She would not know our actual destination until we on the airplane.

We spent a quiet Christmas in my house. Darla phoned Bonnie only out of familial duty. It went a bit better. The electronic barrier seemed to make them each just a touch more civil. Since our big present was to be the gift of ourselves in a week's time we set a fifty dollar limit for Christmas gifts to each other. I broke the bank a bit with a pair of post-holiday tickets to the ballet. She gave me a signed first edition of my favorite author. I KNOW she used my credit card to buy the thing and it was worth well more than fifty bucks! I was genuinely touched. 

Over a quiet dinner and some mellow wine, Darla and I considered our mutual journey over the past almost ten months. Darla had turned her life around, with my help yes, but the majority of the work had been hers. Without her toxic mother around and guys who only wanted to use her, Darla was thriving. More importantly, now she knew that she no longer had to do things as she had done them in the past. Good study habits, healthy living had changed her for the better and permanently. The only thing missing was a healthy sexual relationship, and that was immanent.

"Daddy, in so many ways you saved my life. For the first time I know what love is and that it is real and not a phantom. Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!" 

here was more that was said but nothing as pithy. We sang some carols and necked with a bit more intensity than we had previously allowed ourselves. It was the best Christmas we had ever spent together. Just like Thanksgiving night we slept in the same bed, simply out of a desire to preserve the feeling of closeness and intimacy. Both of us had butterflies about the upcoming encounter. We both wanted it intensely, yet we knew it would alter us in ways were could not imagine at present. 

The plane flight was not especially long. We rode first class, me in a suit, Darla in a dressy, yet tasteful pantsuit. We looked like a professor and his grad student on an excursion, which in a sense, we were. Trying not to attract attention, the most we did in public was hold hands. Darla read a fashion magazine and listened to music on her kindle. I, on the other hand, had developed a huge case of nerves. I thought I had driven all of those old fashioned ideas out of my soul, but now approaching, zero hour, they were back in abundance.

The inn was everything its internet presence promised, we arrived just in time for dinner. It was December thirtieth. Darla and I woul have one final night of temptation before the last barrier between us fell. The inn hosted a small formal New Year's party, after which we would sneak off to our room and Darla would unveil her surprise and I would never have to fantasize about her again. 

That first night, Darla was as frazzled and as comical as a new bride. Despite our history, she would not let spy her naked. While we snoozed in the huge comfortable bed, Darla wrapped herself in a mountain of blankets, the world's sexiest mummy. I chuckled inwardly, knowing that this was just her way of dealing with the manifold issues of our relationship. 

The final day of the year, we awoke with a renewed sense of anticipation. The day flowed at just the perfect pace. After breakfast, Darla and I took a walking tour of the small seaside village. The desolate beach was beautiful and romantic, despite the chill in the air. Elsewhere were a series of quaint shops and craft stores. Darla had me open my wallet several times. 

And then we were back at the Inn for dinner and the year end ball. Darla unveiled a gown she had ordered especially for this event. There was no way I could object. It was electric blue, Darla looked like a beautiful thunderbolt, and was just as staggering. I wore a matching bowtie and Cummerbund with my tuxedo.

A quartet in one corner played waltzes, Darla and I danced in a familiar, comfortable well. Unbidden came a memory. Darla was ten years old or so and was going to her first school dance. "Daddy, I'm afraid I will be a klutz tonight, can I practice dancing with you?" Darla had no idea why my eyes teared up at that particular moment. She just nodded politely. 

Several younger men cut in. I enjoyed watching Darla glide about the dancefloor, seeing her for the time being as just a lovely twenty-one-year-old college girl. It was quite pleasant seeing her through the eyes of the young men. While I was sitting, a woman my age asked me to dance. She was quite attractive and smelled divine. She "accidently" happened to mention that she was alone and her room number. It was a real kick to be honest. This time, Darla was staring at me! 

Once Darla was back in my arms she said softly, "Oh, Daddy, this is going to be difficult always, won't it?"

"Only if we let it, Darla. Only if we let it."

Darla's luminous eyes opened wide and she said in perhaps the most serious voice I had ever heard her utter, "Then let's not Daddy." The dancing stopped while the ball drop from New York City was projected upon the wall. Darla and I kissed as the calendar began anew. We stayed just long enough for a few glasses of champagne. Our beautiful, romantic room beckoned. When the mood was just right, Darla took my hand and led me up the stairs.

The first class staff of the inn had already lit a fire in the hearth. The lights were low and romantic, some wine coolers sat in an ice bucket. Darla had me sit on the bed while she vanished to the bathroom to get ready. Just before she vanished from view she slid a CD of vaguely Middle Eastern music into the sound system.

I sipped some alcohol while I focused upon my raging hard on. There was no turning back now. Whatever the course of our lives from this point, I thought at least we had walked in with our eyes and hearts open. If it was a mistake, only time would tell.

Light from the bathroom door spilled into the room, I turned and my erection became the acutest and most delightful form of desire. Darla was clad in an Arabian Nights fantasy. Sensually evocatively, her lithe young body gyrated to the music. It was the dance of seven veils and the first one had just fluttered to the floor!

I sincerely believed that my heart would simply stop beating at the incredible tableau before me. Abstractly, I wondered if the mortician would ever be able to get the smile off of my corpse's face as more veils drifted to the floor. After an interval that was both tortuous and wonderful, the final veil fell away. Beneath everything, Darla was wearing a rhinestone-bedecked bra that supported her nubile young tits in the most provocative way, and a tiny matching G-string. I was amazed that I had not already creamed my boxers.

Then Darla began speaking in an emotion-filled voice, "Daddy, you have been so good to me, you have given me hope, new ambition, new joy, and especially love, all at no thought to yourself. Well, the rest of the week, Daddy, I want you to think of yourself. From this moment until we return home, I am your slave. I know that you will be a good and loving master because you are a good and loving man, the one I love like no other and as I never have before." With that, she fell into my arms.




Darla Ch. 03



I asked her to undress me slowly. Darla looked so much like her mother, that despite myself I recalled my honeymoon with Bonnie. This was my second chance to get things right. A sense of responsibility and opportunity fell upon me all at once. The emotion was so intense I almost wept. And then I was naked and not self-conscious in the least as Darla knelt in front of me and encircled her lips about my shaft. 

I could claim that I had the endurance of a male porn star, the truth is that the pump had been primed for months, I held out just long enough to avoid embarrassment. Darla's beautiful brown head faced upwards, she smiled, her mouth full of my seed, winked, and choked it all down. 

"I can tell you needed that, Daddy," she said, "so did I." 

In the bed, we snuggled and kissed while we waited for me to recharge. I deftly stripped off Darla's bra and G-string. We had never been completely naked in the same bed before. For the longest time, we simply held each other close, skin upon skin, warmth to warmth, soul to soul. 

For the first time, my lips tasted Darla's secret place. Her wetness and softness were so sweet. I had a sense of deja-vu when I realized that Darla orgasmed just as quickly as her mother. "Hearing the string of sibilant soft "Daddy" over and over placed me in orbit somewhere between Neptune and Pluto. Darla's thighs wrapped about my face and she forced her pussy against me as she came with an intense scream.

"Daddy, sweet Daddy she said as she fell against me. I nibbled her breasts and stroked her hair as Darla tried to deal with her emotions. For a very long time it was just us, the bed, the fading fire in the hearth and an overwhelming sense of rightness. Darla and I were as content as two people could be. 

When we both sensed the time was right, Darla slid under me. Darla was tight. I was relieved that Darla did not feel like Bonnie. Slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm I began to pump away. Darla's magnificent hair spilled over the pillow like a chestnut halo. Her smile was beyond blissful, I lasted a bit longer this second time around, long enough to get Darla off again. Then, as perhaps the two most spent people then in existence we fell into the sleep of the dead all the while holding each other close, as though we feared the other was a dream and would vanish with the dawn. 

In the morning, as we ravenously consumed our breakfast in bed, Darla turned to me and asked, "What happens now, Daddy?"

I grinned and replied, "We'll take things one step at a time kid, one step at a time."



Darla Ch. 04



Chapter 04: Darla for Fuck Time

It was just after noon when the doorbell rang and I said to Darla, "Now remember, talk dirty to him. I need to hear that."

Darla nodded her head, said, "I will, I'll remember, now get in there."

I started to walk into the bedroom, but turned and said, "And the rubber. Don't forget the rubber."

She pushed me on the chest and said, "We've been over all this, I'll remember, now get into the closet."

Huh?

After Darla's last "treatment" our sex life became more or less routine for a couple of months. We went back to the dance club once to see the same businessman and Darla, once again, sucked him off at the table. And, once again, I pulled her into the men's room and fucked her hard and fast as she leaned against the wall.

At home, we were enjoying each other's bodies three or four times a week and I started feeling that maybe I was over my strange problem. Then, one Friday afternoon, three weeks after our last trip to the dance club I couldn't get it up. She tried reminding me of watching Stu fuck her; that didn't work. She whispered about Art and the businessman coming in her mouth; nothing.

We made our trip to the dance club and it was nearly empty. We sat at the bar and had a couple of drinks and after two hours nobody had come in. I nodded at the bartender and said, "How about him?"

She looked. He was at least three hundred pounds and had a two day stubble of beard on his face. "No way in hell am I doing him. I probably couldn't find his cock in the rolls of fat." We had a good laugh, finished our drinks, and left. As we walked into the parking lot Darla grabbed my arm and said, "There," and pointed.

There was a young guy in the booth at the entrance of the parking lot. He looked like he was in his late teens or very early twenties and she said, "This should be easy. Come on." We walked over to the booth and Darla looked at the guy and just blurted out, "Would you like a handjob?"

I was shocked, the kid was shocked, and Darla was smiling at both of us. The door was open and she stepped right in and said, "Look, when's the last time you had an offer like that?"

The kid stammered something I couldn't hear and she reached down between his legs and gently squeezed his package. She reached up with her other hand and stroked his cheek. "Here you are standing out here hour after hour giving out tickets and taking money and what do you get for it, huh? I'm offering to help you get through your shift." Then her hand started moving up and down.

I remember at that age just seeing a hot babe would give me an erection and here was a gorgeous woman stroking his cock. He was wearing a pair of loose pants and I could see a bulge moving around inside as she stroked him up and down. Without another word she unzipped his pants and worked his cock out and then leaned down to kiss the tip of it. "See, sweetie," she said to me, "I found another one. I think I'll stroke this one." Then she stood back up and started jacking him off.

Youth, no staying power at all. Less than two minutes and he grunted, "I'm gonna shoot, oh, shit, I can't hold it..."

Darla barely had time to put her other hand under the head of his cock when he let loose a stream of semen that shot out at least a foot and she had to move her hand around to catch some of it. Then, twice more, he jerked his hips and more cum shot out of the end of his cock. Yep, youth, no staying power, but a tremendous volume of jizz. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed at him, "that's it, give me that sweet juice." As he finished his climax she stroked him a couple more times, then looked over at me and held her hand out; her entire palm was covered with his sperm.

Looking at me she said, "This is for you, sweetie," and licked his cum off her hand, swallowed it, licked her lips, and then leaned down to suck his cock for a second and then licked him clean.

Then she stepped out of the booth saying, "Thanks," leaving the poor kid to put himself away and wonder what had just happened.

We walked toward the car and she reached down to stroke me. "Hey, what's wrong? You're not hard."

While I watched her stroke the kid's cock I hadn't even felt a stir down below. "I don't know, somehow that just didn't turn me on. Maybe a handjob isn't the same as a blowjob."

We somehow managed to get through the weekend. Twice I ate her out and finger-fucked her bringing her to an orgasm and, I guess, she was satisfied with that because we didn't have any arguments. 

Monday was a holiday and neither of us had to work. I woke up a bit after seven and smelled something. I put on my robe, walked out into the kitchen, and saw Darla fixing breakfast. "Hi, sweetie, I thought I'd try making breakfast for you." She pointed at the table and said, "Sit down, it'll be ready in a minute."

I looked at her preparations and sat down. "Don't let the eggs cook too long, the yolks will get hard." She glanced at me with a dirty look and went back to what she was doing. I looked at the toaster and said, "The toast's going to burn, you better get it out."

She threw down the spatula and said, "Okay, Mr. Perfect, you finish it," and then stormed out of the kitchen.

I popped the toast out, turned the mess in the skillet into somewhat hard scrambled eggs, and then called to her. "Honey? Come on, I'm sorry, everything's ready." No answer. "Honey?" I said as I walked into the bedroom. She was getting dressed and I asked, "Where are you going?"

She walked over and, as she raised her hand, I thought she was going to slap me. Instead she patted my cheek and said, "I'll be back in about a half hour. You go ahead and eat." She gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked out, ignoring my questions.

I ate, cleaned the kitchen, and then sat down to read the paper before she got back. As soon as she walked in she tossed her purse onto the table, came over to me, and sat down on my lap, holding a small bag.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me while she wiggled her ass against my crotch. Not getting any response she pulled back and said, "Okay, the blowjobs aren't as effective as they were and a handjob does nothing for you, so I figure I have to let you watch me fuck someone."

"Oh, no, I don't think I can take that."

She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Look, you knew Stu and I were doing it and you even watched once. Remember how that turned you on?"

I thought a moment and then said, "Yeah, but it's not the same now. I know I'm the only one doing you. I'm not sure I want to share you anymore."

She wiggled her ass against me again and said, "Sweetie, you're really good with your fingers and tongue and when you use my vibrator on me it drives me absolutely wild." She paused to kiss me and then said, "The problem is they don't feel the same as a cock inside me. I really need your cock in me. Right now I'm horny and, unless I feel something growing under me in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to find someone to fuck. It's your choice whether you want to watch it or not."

I was really torn up. I really liked not sharing her pussy with anyone, but right now I wasn't even able to get it up. When we first got together Darla was screwing her boyfriend, Stu, and she and I were doing it every chance we got. One of the first times we were making out I had my hand between her legs. I started to slip my finger inside her and then pulled back from our kiss and asked, "Am I going to find any of Stu's remnants in here?"

She chuckled at me and said, "Of course not, we haven't done anything for a couple of weeks. Why?"

"I know it's silly, but I don't like the idea of putting anything inside you, finger, tongue, or cock, if there's another man's cum in there."

She kissed me, grabbed my hand, and pressed my finger into her hole as she said, "I'll remember that, sweetie. Now, get that finger busy."

The deciding thing was remembering her just saying she was going to fuck someone whether I watched or not so I said, "All right, I guess I don't have a lot of choice. Where are you going to find someone?"

Darla didn't even think about it, but said, "How about I fuck our neighbor?"

I stared at her and asked, "Melvin?"

She laughed at that. Melvin was exactly what his name implied. Skinny, young kid, just turned 21, and was a computer genius. Darla had once mentioned that Melvin had lived next to her for about six months and she had never seen a woman going into his apartment. "No, silly, I was thinking of Frank on the other side. He's flirted with me in the past. It was mostly harmless, but I think he might have been serious about it."

I thought a moment and then finally said, "But you can't let him come inside you."

She opened the bag she was holding and took out a box of condoms. "That's why I went out. I remembered what you said and bought these." She held out the box so I could see it and said, "See, different colors." Then she kissed my cheek, my neck, my ear, and whispered, "And they're ribbed for my pleasure."

"Your pleasure?" I said.

She pulled back and said, "Look, if I'm going to fuck I want to make sure I get something out of it. Come on." Then she got up, walked into the kitchen, and pawed through her address book. Finding what she was looking for she picked up the phone, dialed, and then held the receiver away from her ear, motioning me over.

"Frank? It's Darla next door."

"Oh, hi, what's up?" I heard from the receiver.

"Well, you once said you'd be willing to help if I needed something. I was wondering if you were serious?"

"Of course, what do you need?"

Her voice got almost sickly sweet as she purred, "Well, Jake got called in to work today and I'm really horny. I was wondering if there was any way you could help me with that?"

A really long pause and then, "Are you saying what I think you are?"

She giggled and said, "Well, I'm thinking about your cock and my pussy and what might happen if they got close to each other."

There was just a slight pause and then, "I'll be there in two minutes," and the phone went dead.

She chuckled and said, "Well, that's all set. You go stand in the closet with the door cracked just enough to see. I'll make sure we do it in the bedroom and I'll try and position him so you can see everything that's happening."

That's when the doorbell rang. I walked into the bedroom, opened the sliding door to the closet, stepped inside, and closed it almost all the way as I heard voices in the living room. It was quiet for quite a while and I started to panic wondering if they were doing it out in the living room. I was actually on the verge of sneaking out to take a peek when Darla walked into view.

She was pulling off her dress and saying, "I'm sorry, Frank, Jake just called and he's going to be home in about a half hour, we'll have to hurry."

As she tossed it aside he moved into view behind her. He pressed up against her back and reached around to cup her breast and said, "So, if Jake's coming home, why do you need me?"

She turned around and stretched up to kiss him as her hands worked at his belt. "Because, silly, I had already called you and I'm on fire right now." As they kissed her hands were busy and she soon has his pants sliding down his legs and then she sank to her knees and pulled his underwear down. "Oh, sweetie, what a nice present you have for me." She grabbed his cock and held it out as he stepped out of his clothes and pulled off his shirt. Then her lips slipped over the end of it and she took about half of it into her mouth. He was too long to take the whole thing and she started bobbing her head back and forth.

"Oh," Frank groaned, "that's nice, Darla, that's really nice."

She pulled back, stood, and then sat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress beside her. "Come over here," she ordered and he moved over and sat beside her. They started kissing and Frank squeezed her breast and then moved his hand right down between her legs. She immediately opened her legs giving me a great view of her pussy as he moved his fingers up and down her slit.

It took him only a couple of seconds to slip his finger into her hole and I watched as she tightened her body a bit and then relaxed as he started running his finger in and out of her. A minute of that and he worked another finger into her while rubbing his palm across her mound.

He stroked her clit and finger-fucked her for just a couple of minutes before Darla said, "Come on, I need you. Get up there and lie down." When he did his feet were pointing right at the closet and Darla crawled up next to him. I don't know where she had it, but she produced the condom box, took one out, and tossed the box on the floor. She opened the package, removed the condom, and reached over to hold his cock upright. She set the condom on the tip, held the shaft with one hand, and then put her lips on it. She worked it down over his cock using just her lips until the last inch and then she used her fingers. I was surprised that the condom only covered about two-thirds of his cock. I hadn't realized he was that big and I had a momentary twinge of jealousy as I thought of him being in parts of Darla's vagina that I couldn't reach.

She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft, turning her head away from Frank and smiled in my direction. She got up, straddled him, and held his cock upright. "Oh, sweetie, I don't know if this is going to fit inside me," she said as she settled down on his cock, taking about two inches all at once. She leaned down and they kissed as she slowly moved back and forth, each time taking more of his cock into her pussy.

After several minutes she still didn't have the entire length inside her and she stopped moving a second and said, "Oh, Frank, I can't take all of you, I'm sorry, I don't know if this is going to work.

He reached up, grabbed her hips, and held her down as he started moving his hips slowly and gently, driving his long cock farther and farther into her. He said, "Sure it will, Darla." He pushed more and more into her until, after nearly two minutes, she was able to accomodate the entire length of him. Then he pulled almost all the way out and jerked his hips upward really hard, driving his cock all the way into her again.

Darla gasped and said, "Oh, my God, Frank, I don't believe it, oh, I've never felt so full, oh, do that again."

Time after time he did that and I reached down to find that my cock was finally responding. Not just responding, but trying to get out of my jeans. I started stroking it through the cloth, slowly, so I wouldn't come.

Now Darla took over and slid back and forth for a couple of minutes, then sat up and started bouncing up and down on him. For nearly fifteen minutes I watched them alternate fucking each other. She'd be lying on him and they'd be kissing wildly as he'd be ramming his cock into her and then she'd sit up and be bouncing up and down on him.

It seemed strange to me that they weren't talking; there were moans, grunts, groans, and gasps, but nobody said anything until Frank said, "Oh, shit, Darla, I'm going to come, oh, shit."

"Oh, Frank, not yet, I'm close, I'm almost there, keep fucking me, please, don't come yet."

Another few seconds of silence and then Frank grunted, "I... can't... help... it, I'm coming... NOW!" He pulled down on her hips, rammed his cock into her and lifted them both off the bed jerking his hips wildly.

"Oh, Frank, yes, I'm there, oh, don't move, don't move, oh, yesssss!" Her body tightened and I knew that the muscles in her vagina were milking Frank's cock of everything he had in him. With a cock of that size I could only imagine how much cum he pumped into that rubber.

Darla finally relaxed and lay down on Frank and they kissed gently for the longest time while I was aching to get my own cock into that hot little pussy. She finally pulled up from him, causing his cock to slip out of her. "Oh, Frank, I feel so empty without your cock inside me."

She threw her leg over him and reached down to pull off the rubber as Frank said, "Darla, any time you want it inside you, just call me." He looked at his watch and said, "I guess I better get out of here before Jake gets back."

"Wait," Darla commanded, "let me clean you up." She took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it for a couple seconds and then licked the entire shaft several times, making sure there wasn't a single drop of cum left on him.

As he got up and started pulling on his clothes Darla sat up and played with the rubber, upending it over her mouth. As the semen ran out she let some dribble over her lips while she looked in my direction. She made a big show of opening her mouth to let me see his cum on her tongue, and then swallowed it. After licking her lips she looked back at Frank, now dressed, and said, "Frank, if I'm ever hungry, could you maybe give me some more of this delicious cum as a snack?"

He leaned down to kiss her quickly and squeeze her boob and then said, "Any time you want, Darla."

She got up, quickly pulled on her robe, and walked out with him. As soon as they walked out of the room I quickly slid open the door and stepped over, peeking around the side of the bedroom door. They were standing beside the front door kissing and Frank was squeezing her ass as she stroked his crotch. He worked his hand between her legs and then said, "Honey, I wish we had the time for me to spend about an hour inside this little thing."

My jealousy returned as I heard Darla say, "Oh, Frank, I wish you could too." I stroked my cock as they kissed one last time and Frank walked through the door.

As soon as the door closed I charged into the livingroom, nearly tripping over my pants. I suddenly realized that my cock was out and in my hand and didn't even remember opening my pants. I kicked them aside hastily as I pulled Darla to the couch. "Get on there," I ordered, pushing her to her knees on the couch. As she leaned against the back of the couch I moved behind her, spread her pussy lips, and guided my cock to her hole. "It seems you liked having Frank inside you," I said as I pushed.

"Ow! Oh, Jake, take it easy."

"Shut up, I just saw you taking his big cock and you didn't tell him to take it easy. You liked that, huh?"

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and rammed my cock into her as hard as I could. She grunted and said, "Yes, you saw it, I enjoyed having him inside me."

That did it, I had been inside her only thirty seconds and started pumping four day's worth of sperm into her body. "Oh, Jake, oh, yes, sweetie, do it, come in me, give me your hot jizz, oh, shit, yes." Her body tightened and I could feel the muscles in her pussy squeezing my cock as I finished my own climax.

As she relaxed she pushed herself up and turned her head so we could kiss. After a long time she pulled back from me and said, "Oh, Jake, that was nice. I really needed your cum in me." She pulled forward, pulling my cock out, and then sat down to wrap her lips around my cock. She sucked every drop I had and then licked me clean. "Jake? Did you notice something?"

"Uh, not really, I've been a bit busy the past minute or so."

She stood up, kissed me, and pulled on my cock. "Your cock seems to be pretty hard. Shouldn't it be soft by now?"

I looked down and then smiled at her. "I guess you're just too hot."

She smiled as she started toward the bedroom, pulling me along by my cock. "Good, because I need you inside me longer than a minute. When I get you into bed I'm going to fuck you until this thing falls off!"



Darla Ch. 05



Chapter 5: The End

It didn't quite fall off, but we did it for nearly an hour before we both had an exhausting climax and fell asleep. We woke up around five, did it again, and then another time when we went to bed. The next night, the next, the next, and the next we did it again. That weekend we had marathon sex sessions lasting hours.

Both of us agreed we had never in our lives had more, or better, sex than the following month. Only a few times did I have a problem responding to her and it only took her saying something about Frank's big cock, how much he filled her, or his lasting power and I was ready to go. Until...

It was five weeks to the day that nothing she did could get a rise out of me -- not even a tingle. She suffered through the next four days of having me use my tongue, fingers, and vibrator to please her and then, at breakfast on Sunday morning, she said, "Okay, looks like it's time for me to fuck Frank again."

I stirred my eggs around and said, "I don't know, Darla, I'm not really comfortable having you do Frank." I just couldn't quite tell her that I thought she had enjoyed Frank far too much.

She was silent for a moment and munched on a piece of sausage and finally said, "All right, then we find a stranger."

I continued to stir my eggs and slowly said, "Geez, Darla, there's a lot of danger in that. We don't know what kind of weirdo we might hook up with."

She threw down her fork and said, "Okay, then I'll fuck Melvin!"

As I mentioned before Melvin was exactly what you'd picture when you hear that name: skinny, young kid, just turned 21, and a computer genius. He had lived next to Darla for seven months now and she had told me that she had never seen a woman go into his apartment.

I chuckled at that as I finally took a bite of eggs and slowly chewed them. "Hmm, maybe that wouldn't be so bad," I finally said.

"You have got to be shitting me," she said.

"Well, he's not all that experienced from what you've said. Maybe he'd be thankful for the experience. And, maybe it'd do something for me."

Like the setup with Frank, it only took Darla a few seconds to have Melvin's promise that he'd come over to help her with her computer problem.

I'm standing in the closet waiting for them to come in and it seemed to take forever. Finally, they walked into the bedroom.

"Where's your computer?" Melvin asked.

"Oh, Melvin, don't be silly. I don't have a computer. I have another problem that you can help me with." She moved over, sat down on the bed, and put her hand between her legs. "Can you guess what it is?"

What an idiot! Here's this hot chick sitting on the bed in a short skirt, no panties, and fingering herself and he's just standing there! I wanted to scream at him to attack her. Instead he just said, "Um, I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't think I understand what you want."

Darla shook her head, looked over in my direction, and then said, "Dear, sweet Melvin, come over here and sit beside me." When he did she said, "Give me your hand." He did and she pulled it up her thigh and across her mound, and then pressed his finger into her slit.

She said, "Okay, let's get you started. First, you want to use your fingers like this." As she was saying it she was guiding his fingers along her slit and then started rubbing her clit with his fingers. "That's it, very good. Next, you want to run your hand down here, and you feel that?"

"Oh, yes, oh, that's nice."

She giggled a bit and then said, "Oh, sweetie, it's about to get a whole lot nicer." She used her finger to press his finger into her hole.

"Oh," he said, "oh, is that what one of those feels like? Oh, ma'am, I've never felt something like that."

"Why, Melvin, you've never had sex? You're a virgin?"

Even from the closet I could see him blush as he answered, "No, I mean yes, I mean I've never had sex, so I guess you'd say I'm a virgin."

She was sitting there stroking his crotch and looked over at me as she said, "That is so nice. I've never had a virgin. Have you done anything with a girl?"

"Um, well, one let me squeeze her breast once while we were kissing."

"Nothing else?"

"No."

"Oh, sweetie," she cooed at him, "you're about to feel something much nicer. Get undressed and come up here with me." She scooted up on the bed and positioned herself so that I could see her pussy when she opened her legs.

He was almost funny as he ripped his clothes off, tossed them all over the bedroom, and lay down beside her.

"Here, let me put this on you," Darla said, opening the condom package.

"Um, do you think I could try something?"

"What's that," Darla asked.

"Well, I know I have to wear that, but I was wondering if, you know, just for a couple seconds, maybe I could see what it feels like, you know, without, you know..."

Darla chuckled and said, "Are you trying to say that you want to see what my pussy actually feels like?"

His cheeks reddened again and he mumbled, "Um, yes, that is, if you don't..."

She grinned at him and said, "Okay, sweetie, get on your knees between my legs. That's it, now, hold your cock and aim it at my pussy." He tried, but didn't know where her hole was and she had to help him. "That's it, now push gently." He did and she moaned, "Oh, sweetie, that's nice, now pull back a bit and push in a bit farther. Oh, yes, that's nice, now do it again."

He pushed one last time, burying nearly the whole length of his cock inside her and then stiffened. "Oh, shit, oh, I never knew it felt like this." Then he shoved his cock all the way inside her and started jerking his hips.

"What are you doing?" Darla screeched, then, more breathily, "Oh, Mel, that's it, pump that hot cum into me, oh, yes, oh, oh..." Her body tightened up and she lifted them both off the bed with her climax. I could see his semen running down over her ass and pooling on the sheet as she finally relaxed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know... I just couldn't hold it... I'm so sorry," Melvin was saying as he collapsed on top of my girlfriend.

They lay there for a minute or so with Darla stroking his back and saying things like, "That's okay, sweetie, that's all right, we'll do it again and you'll do better."

With an almost violent movement he pulled his cock out of her, jumped up, and started pulling on his clothes. "What are you doing?" Darla asked.

Pulling on his shirt he said, "Oh, ma'am, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that, oh, shit, I have to go."

With that he ran out of the room and I heard the front door slam shut. I walked out of the closet and looked down at Darla, Melvin's seed leaking out of her pussy onto our sheets. She got up and came over to me. Putting her arms around my neck she kissed me.

"What's this?" she asked as she squeezed my crotch. "Why aren't you ready?"

"Oh, I will be, as soon as you clean up."

"Clean up?"

"Yeah, you know, go in and douche."

Her voice was a bit testy as she asked, "What are you talking about?"

I pointed down at her pussy and said, "You know I can't touch that thing with his cum running down your leg."

"THAT THING!" she screamed, "You're calling my pussy a thing? Fine, you don't need to see it ever again."

She shoved me out of the bedroom and slammed the door. I never realized there was a lock on the door and I couldn't even talk to her the rest of the afternoon and that night. I had to go to work wearing the same clothes I had the day before.

When I got home from work the next afternoon I saw my meager belongings sitting beside the front door of what used to be our apartment. I tried the door and, finding it locked, I tried my key. It didn't work so I rang the doorbell, knocked, and shouted at Darla and, after nearly ten minutes of that I realized she wasn't going to answer. I picked up the two boxes and one suitcase, realizing that not only didn't I have a grilfriend, but I also didn't have a place to live.

As I turned to go down the stairs, I glanced toward Frank's apartment and could see into his kitchen. There was Darla, bent over the sink, with Frank behind her and there was no doubt in my mind about what he was doing to her. I watched for about ten seconds before Darla, looking up, saw me and reached over to close the blinds; shutting me out of her life forever.

The End