3 comments/ 39531 views/ 5 favorites Memories are Made of This By: MaxSebastian It was the third time that Danny had woken up to find that he was not alone in his bed. The third time in just one month that he opened his eyes, took in a deep breath and smelled the sweet scent of female perfume. The third time his head had gently ached as he racked his brain to think of how the blazes he had got home. This girl was prettier than the other two had been. Younger, too. Blonde, petite, cute as she lay there next to him on her front, the sheets straggling around her thighs to reveal a tight behind that fair made the mouth water. The first time, he'd been surprised, but pleased that he'd apparently got lucky. But when she woke, just a few moments after he did, she wasn't pleased at all. She was horrified. She called him a date rapist and fled the scene as fast as her dainty feet could carry her. He wasn't a date rapist. The mere idea of such an act filled him with revulsion. But a couple of weeks later, another girl lay in his bed. He woke her gently, apologising profusely that he didn't remember a thing about last night, telling her to take as long as she liked to get ready to leave, that he would pay for her taxi, that he was sorry. "You dumb Klutz!" Ray had told him when he reported the second one the week later in Ray's bar. "You may not have remembered the previous night, but she probably did! What if you had a great time, you fell asleep tired in each other's arms, then in the morning you're hounding her out, telling her you didn't remember a thing, saying you'll pay for a taxi, paying for her to leave. What's that gonna seem like to her?" "Oh, I never thought of that," he'd said back, taking a mournful sip of bourbon to drain the glass. "You probably lost a good one there. Could've turned it into something." "Damn, I thought I did the right thing! Jeez, Ray, get us another glass, huh?" "Hey, it's not your fault," the barman smiled as he poured another bourbon. "What Cathy did to you messed you up – it's only natural to make mistakes as you get back into the dating game after so long." But now, here he was in bed with another girl. The first time was kind of funny, the second a little weird. Third time must mean he had some kind of problem. Was he an alcoholic? Jesus, that was kind of serious, wasn't it? What to do now? The first time, she'd yelled and screamed. The second, she had looked kind of strange, like maybe wondering why he was so keen to shepherd her out of the door. What would this one do? He lay there motionless, the stillness doing some good for his headache – it was subsiding. Perhaps he should wait, wait until she was awake, feign sleep, let her decide what to do. If she was horrified, she could creep out without waking him, gather her things then scram, without leaving a trace of her identity which could cause her embarrassment later on. If she remembered last night, and felt it had gone a good way, she might wake him up. It was her choice. It wasn't long. She moaned quietly, and rolled over. He could see her small but curvaceous breasts, her little pink nipples. Damn, if only the sheets had been thicker. He felt his loins responding to the sight, the blood flowing into his cock to make it expand. Would she notice? He lifted a knee slightly, tenting the sheet to conceal his hardness from her as she awoke. Looking out from between his eyelashes so that she would think he was still fast asleep, he watched her wake. She stretched slightly, wriggled a little, then nudged into his side. Realising that he was there, she opened her eyes fully quite suddenly, a little jolt of surprise wracking her slender frame. So, she didn't remember, then. He shut his eyes tight. Best give her some privacy as she pulled on some clothes and ran, it was only right. Oh, but she smelled so good, that sugary scent really getting to him, making his cock twitch slightly. It had been so long since he had felt the affectionate touch of a female hand. So long since he had been able to worship at the altar of the female form. "Hey!" he heard her whisper. What? What was she doing? He flinched slightly as a cold hand slipped under the sheet and came to rest on his stomach. "You awake?" She was waking him up! Surely she wouldn't wake him up to scream at him. Or would she? Perhaps she would demand to know what had happened last night, wake him up just to scream at him, preferring to express her rage and make him suffer rather than make a dignified exit. Cathy had liked to shout at him. Did all women like to make men suffer? Better get it over with, then. He let out a groan and faked a yawn before rubbing his pseudo-sleepy eyes to make her think he was waking up. Her hand was still on his stomach. Warm now, it was... was it? Stroking him, running across his toned abdomen, up past his navel and over his breast. Well, perhaps she could remember last night after all! Perhaps they'd had a great night! She wanted him, wanted to stay with him! His heart was filled with hope and optimism. "Did we do it last night?" she asked, and his theory went down in flames. "Huh? What?" he came 'awake', feigning the innocent. Well, in a way he was innocent. It wasn't like he knew what had happened the previous night. "Hey, who're you?" With his eyes open, her face the right way up, her looks shot through to his heart: damn, she was gorgeous! A little young, maybe, but damn! "Did we do it last night?" she asked again, her pretty face creased through curiosity. She leaned up on her elbows, and he could see down to her breasts. "I... I don't know..." he stammered, still waiting for the torrent of abuse to start. She smiled, her blue eyes lighting up in the bright summer daylight – damn, she was a heartbreaker and no mistake. But was she out to break his heart? "Mmm... I hope we did," she purred, pushing herself close to him now, slinging her arm completely over him. "You're quite a catch." That scent, so intoxicating. He just wanted to roll her over and kiss her, that soft mouth, those pert breasts and more. Suddenly, a distressing thought popped into his mind, causing a moment of pure panic, which shot through his heart like a crossbow bolt. "Are you... are you eighteen?" he asked her. Waking up with a succession of strange girls was one thing to worry about in life, waking up with someone who might lead to a humiliating court case and a painful stint in the slammer was quite another. "Of course, silly!" she giggled, and he felt her hand slipping back down to his abdomen. "Had you worried, did I?" "Well, kinda," he admitted with a smile of genuine relief. The smile turned to an open-mouthed gasp of surprise as he felt her soft fingers reach down to sweep around his hard cock. "Mmm..." she moaned quietly. "Hello, stranger." "Oh God..." he said as she caressed his stiff shaft. "You know, if we did do it last night," she said softly, "it's kind of a waste neither of us can remember it, don't you think?" "I guess," he said, his breathing becoming a little out of control as her attentions grew in intensity. "And if we didn't, it's kind of a shame, huh?" She slithered on top of him, kissing one of his nipples as his cock came to rest against her warm mound. She whispered, "I think we ought to give the occasion some certainty." And his rock hard cock slipped inside her tight little pussy, such an incredible feeling, her scent all over him, her arousal only strengthening its affect on him. Her fingers in his hair now, her lips pressing against his. Instinct taking over, need dominating his actions, the need of months of loneliness. He gripped her tight behind, so perfectly formed as she gyrated her hips with his hot hardness deep within her. He held her firmly, guiding the rhythm of their two bodies so that it suited them both before releasing her to continue the pace without guidance, his hands now moving up to cup her small but exquisite breasts, his fingers fastening around her nipples to pinch and squeeze out her sighs and moans. "I'm sure I would have remembered if we did this last night," he said to her softly, and she smiled even while kissing him. "You're incredible." "You're so big," she whispered. "You fill every part of me – it's like you're scratching itches I didn't even know I had." "I don't think I'm going to last much longer." "Me neither." "But do you want me to..." "Oh no, I'm on the pill." He sat up then, with his cock still embedded inside her. He shifted so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was sitting in his lap, her legs wrapped around him, his hardness so deep within her, with pressures slightly different than before, his cock nudging up against a seriously sensitive part of her vagina. "Oh God..." it was her turn to blaspheme, over and over as the most amazing sensations throbbed inside her. He held her ass again, pressing her down on his lap so that his cock penetrated so deeply it was if the fires of her heart were being stroked directly. His hands at her velvet breasts were doing yet more damage to her virtue, but such welcome damage! It felt as if her whole body was rippling with electricity, she felt as though she'd never even been properly alive until now. As she felt the final wave approaching, her moaning turned into wails and cries, and she pushed him firmly back so that he lay flat on the bed, leaving her very much in control to use his huge hardness precisely as she needed. Her cries turning ever more breathless as her colossal climax came upon her, her tight pussy squeezing him forcefully as the explosion of pleasure hit her, drawing out his own orgasm in a kind of domino effect, his hot seed spurting deep within her even as her own juices flooded over him. They lay there quite a while afterwards, not talking much. Not even telling each other their names. Strangers, exhausted strangers. Satisfied strangers. The world was wonderful again as Danny headed on into work the next morning. He was going to go up to Ray and buy the guy drinks all night – his advice was invaluable. He had kept his cool, not freaked out over the memory problem, and the most amazing morning ever had occurred. Sure, she had left before he had remembered to establish her name, or how he might contact her again, but you couldn't have anything. The point was, he felt confident again, he felt whole, he felt real somehow, the intense fear that he was and would always remain a failure was gone. Even his work improved: what would ordinarily have taken him two hours to do he completed in half that time. He even received compliments from his boss, Ted. Ted never gave compliments! Around leaving time, as the clock edged its way past five and the enchanting glow of home time was realised, Danny even felt that it might be worth asking the guy if he'd wanted to join him in Ray's for a tipple or two. "Hey Ted," he said as he swung round into his boss's office. But he was stopped in his tracks, his jaw hitting the deck, his suggestion fizzling out before materialising. "Danny, how's it going?" said Ted with a grin. "You met my daughter, Lizzie?" Memories are Made of This I was sitting in the TV room watching some rubbish waiting for my daughter to come in from her date. She's 18 and has always been responsible for her age but since her mother left and I've been playing both roles I've tended to be an overprotective father. She came flouncing in, clearly in a bad mood and slumped down beside me. "What's wrong baby?" I was surprised because I knew that she got on really well with Jason, her current boyfriend. They'd been going out for 6 months and seemed made for each other. "Tonight was a huge disappointment. I had it all planned. A really beautiful and romantic setting and a wonderful guy to have sex with for the first time. I'd been looking forward to it for months and now I'm so frustrated!" Let me give you a bit of background. My wife left us when Melody was 11 and I never remarried. I hardly dated to tell the truth but I didn't really miss it. Melody just filled my whole life. Obviously I had to do all the sex ed and explain as her body went through its changes and everything and we've developed a pretty open relationship. I've always encouraged Melody to chat without trying to pry. The sex chat was all pretty academic until I walked in on her and her first boyfriend in her bedroom one day. It was a total accident. I opened the door and there the two of them were, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Her t-shirt was hiked up and the guy (I can't remember his name) had his hand on her tit over her bra. I stood speechless and numb until they noticed me. The boy clearly got a fright and pretty much ran out of the house. I finally found my tongue. "Oh, I'm so sorry I should have knocked." I turned and walked out. The atmosphere was tense for a day or so and then we had a talk and I explained to her that it was her life and body and I understood she was experimenting and sex was perfectly natural. I told her that I would always support her and love her whatever she did but to never let anyone pressure her into doing anything she didn't want to do. After that she pretty much told me everything but at a high level. This boyfriend was a good kisser that one was good with his hands, this one was well endowed and that one really did it for her. I managed to listen to this without overreacting and we grew even closer. I had assumed that she'd been sleeping with at least the current boyfriend so I was really surprised. "What happened?" "Pre-mature fucking ejaculation was what happened. Twice!" She looked so outraged I had to laugh. She looked at me and giggled. "I got all dolled up for him." She stood up and twirled and I saw what she was wearing for the first time. It was simple but elegant. A long wrap around skirt and matching strapless top with high heels. Her beautiful black hair was in very thin braids with a circlet of hair like a tiara. She looked absolutely stunning. "Jason's parents are away for a couple of days so I went over and cooked him a nice meal. Candle light, our favourite music. Lots of little touches and kisses. It was perfect. I took him by the hand and we went to his bedroom. We took everything so slowly loving every second as our hands explored each others bodies. We've done a lot of mutual masturbation so we know what we like. It was great." I was entranced by what she was saying. She'd never gone into any details before. I realised that I was getting really aroused. Luckily I had a cushion on my lap but otherwise only my thin pyjama bottoms and I was pitching a tent like nobodies business. "I've never let us both get naked at the same time because I knew we wouldn't be able to control ourselves. So we were just in our pants. I lay down and he lay on top of me. My breasts were pressed against his chest. His pecks are so nice and big, I love his toned body. My nipples were like diamonds. He's so good at sucking them that I can almost cum just from that." I could hardly breathe. I didn't want to do anything to disturb the mood. My cock was the hardest it had ever been and I could feel the pre-cum oozing out. "I could feel his cock through his boxers and my thong. It was so hard. I could feel it throbbing and the veins standing out like they would burst. My pussy was on fire and wet, wet, wet." I could see that Melody had closed her eyes as if she were reliving the moments. "I slid my hands down his back and helped him remove his boxers. I love his tight butt and I dug my nails in a bit. He helped me get my thong off and for the first time I could feel his cock against my stomach. I nearly came. He started to move against me and slide his cock and balls up and down my slit. He looked down in surprise because I'd shaved my pussy for him for the first time. His eyes grew really wide and he started breathing like he'd sprinted 100m metres and then he came all over my stomach and thighs." Her eyes sprang open and I could see she was still angry. "I tried to be calm and told him not to worry. I just held him for a few minutes and we kissed. My pussy was dripping juice onto the bed sheets. They must have been soaked." She giggled again. "Anyway, he got hard again and I kissed him harder and stroked his cock for a couple of seconds to get him fully hard. I'd only been doing it for 10 seconds and he came again." Her voice was so full of frustration, tinged with lust. I felt like cumming myself. All I could do was nod and make supportive noises although I think they may well have sounded like grunts. I moved my hand under the cushion to adjust my cock. Sure enough the pjs were soaked. I'd have to wait till she went to bed to move otherwise she'd see how aroused I was. I gave my cock a couple of squeezes and brought my hand out. She didn't seem to notice. "I just couldn't take it anymore I shouted at him telling him he was an insensitive jerk. An immature boy who couldn't control himself. I pushed him off me. Flung my clothes on and came home." She stood up and removed her skirt and sat back down with her legs slightly apart. I wasn't particularly shocked as we often walked around in undies or swim clothes. However, what she said then nearly made me fall off of my chair. "I was in such a hurry I didn't even clean myself up. I'm still covered in his cum. It's mostly dry now." She indicated her stomach and thighs as if I should look. I glanced over and sure enough I could see loads of traces of cum. We were sitting very close now and I could see that her thong was pulled up into her pussy and her puffy swollen lips were peeping out on either side. I moved my finger onto one of the cum marks and lightly touched it. "He certainly seems to shoot loads." I murmured. I continue to trace my finger onto different areas of cum and Melody seemed to almost accidentally open her legs further. I had a fantastic view of her cum stained thong which was petty much transparent as it was so soaked. It was so clear that I could see her pussy was totally shaved. I was in a totally different reality. Words came out of my mouth totally unconsciously. "When I was at Uni I got into a couple of threesomes with my room mate and his girlfriend. There were times when we were all pretty out of it and were willing to try anything. I remember one time Jim, my roomie, was fucking his girlfriend while I was watching and he pulled out and shot his wad all over her pussy and thighs. I went over and licked it up. It just seemed the right thing to do and I loved the taste." I looked up. I was amazingly calm but amazingly aroused almost as if I was two different people. Melody had her eyes closed and was biting her lip. Her hand rested lightly on one breast and as I watched she pinched the nipple through the fabric. I lent over and started to lick the cum from my daughters thighs. I knew that it was wrong but only a bullet through the head would have stopped me. Melody groaned softly and I nearly came. I threw off the cushion and pulled down my pjs to release my cock. I managed to do this without taking my tongue off of her thighs. I pushed her legs further apart and licked desperate to find all the cum. I traced each side of the thong down to her ass and back up. I licked her stomach. So beautiful and smooth, her skin was like alabaster. Michelangelo could have sculpted her and then given up forever as he never would have been able to improve on his creation. I heard a rustle and saw that Melody had pushed her top up and was running her fingers around her breasts in a spiral, getting close to her nipples and then moving back the other way teasing them. Her breathing was getting more ragged. I was in heaven. Arousing and being aroused by the woman I loved most in all the world. How could this be wrong? I couldn't wait any longer. I hooked my thumbs around her thong and pulled. Melody lifted her butt so I could get them off. I was able to see her cunt in all its glory for the first time. Melody' pussy is exquisite with puffy outer pussy lips with the inside lips more delicate and hidden. I planted light kisses up and down her lips and then poked my tongue between them, to get my first taste. I spread her lips open with my fingers and popped her clit out a little bit. I started to blow on it, alternating between hot and cold air and she began to rock her hips back and forwards. She whispered "I love it daddy, please keep doing that." So quietly I could hardly hear it. I planted some light kisses directly on her clit, mixing in some licking. She's sighed long and loud. I took her clit entirely in my mouth and sucked it gently to start with but harder and harder. She grabbed my head to hold me between her legs. I stretched open her outer lips and then unfurled her smaller lips so I could see her little pink hole. She was so tight being a virgin. But seeing her little open hole like that really turned me on even more, if that were possible. I pushed one of my fingers inside her, not very far but to get her used to it because I know that I'm going to have my cock inside her very soon and I wanted her as ready as possible. I kept sucking and licking her clit and she started to move on my finger. I kept it still so she could decide the speed and depth of penetration. I kept at this for a couple of minutes, stretching her inside with my finger, loosening her up a bit while making her dance on my tongue. She tasted so sweet and everything felt so right I almost felt like crying. I used my fingers to squeeze her pussy lips together and popped out her clit. The clit is so sensitive this way. I could feel her orgasm building up. "Oh daddy, that feels so good. Don't stop. Please make me cum. I love you so much." She bucked her hips riding on my finger and pushing my head into her pussy shouting "Yes, that's it! Oh daddy." As her body started to spasm. It seemed like she came for ages. I kept still waiting for her body to stop shaking and for her to get her breath back. I moved up her body to lie upon her. I rested on my elbows so I could look at her beautiful face. I gently stoked her hair and brushed a few strands away from her eyes. She looked and me and smiled. I could feel all the love I had for her growing up and all my pride in her and her achievements welling up inside me like any loving father but at the same time I knew that I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any woman. She kissed me on the lips and slipped her tongue in my mouth. She tasted of strawberries. "Mmmm. I can taste my pussy juice on your lips. It's nice." "It's wonderful." I agreed. "Daddy, I want to feel you inside me now. I need your cock." "Are you sure?" I asked, dreading that she might change her mind. "Totally sure. I think I always knew I wanted my first time to be with you." I kissed her again and I could see a small teardrop beginning to form. I couldn't wait any longer. I lent on one elbow and used my hand to part her pussy lips. I put my cock at the entrance of her virgin pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit to make it as wet as possible. Then I started to push. I slid in until I reached the barrier of her hymen. I rocked in and out pushing in a little harder each time, desperate to feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt totally envelop my cock but not wanting to hurt her. She reached round and grabbed my ass and as I pushed in she pulled as hard as possible and said "Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard! I need everything you've got!" She grimaced with the pain as the hymen finally split and bit my shoulder to stop from crying out. For the first time my cock was inside her all the way to the hilt. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. She had the tightest pussy I had ever fucked. I lay still to give her some time to adjust. After about thirty seconds she kissed me and started moving her hips sliding up and down my cock. "Mmm that feels nice daddy. Why did I wait so long? You could have been fucking me for years." Her words enflamed me. I began to thrust into her harder and faster, holding onto her shoulders so I could pound into her as deeply as possible. "Daddy loves you baby. Your cunt is so tight and fantastic. I want to fuck you forever and never stop!" "Yes daddy. Do me. Do me like you've never fucked anyone before." I fucked her like a madman. It seemed like forever but was probably only 10 minutes. I could feel my orgasm building up and I slowed my thrusting so that I wouldn't come too soon. I stared into her eyes and we kissed gently again. "I'm getting so close baby. I want to cum inside you. To fill you with the same seed that made you." "Yes daddy, I want it. I'm going to cum soon. I'm on the pill so fill me, fill me." We both sped up. My balls were churning like a washing machine. I could feel the sperm moving up my cock almost in slow motion until it was right at the tip. Three more thrusts and I would cum and then Melody shouted "I'm, cumming daddy fill me now!" I exploded inside her and she came at the same time. I'd never felt anything like it. My entire body spasmed. I wasn't sure if I was having a heart attack but I didn't care. I couldn't think of a better way and time to die in this moment of perfection. We eventually came down from our highs and lay next to each other, gently stroking and kissing, basking in the glow of our love.