0 comments/ 102144 views/ 2 favorites The Tug By: Susan McK At first I was sure she was joking. We were in bed together after yet another wonderful night of passion. Me and Heather, my dream girl. I felt so lucky to have her as my girlfriend. She had everything I would describe in my perfect woman - intelligence, a wicked sense of humour and a body to die for. She was a petite redhead,aged 23, 5 foot tall with lovely pale skin, deep green eyes, small pert breasts and a tight little bum. We had been together for 6 months and life was just perfect with one minor irritation. That was her very best friend Sandra, or "The Tug" as my friends described her. She and Sandra were so close and as she seemed incapable of getting a boyfriend she spent a lot of time with us and coming out with us. I had begged some of my friends to take her out, to give us some space, but they laughed at the idea. Sandra would not hear a bad word about her. So on that lovely morning when she told me Sandra had a new boyfriend I was delighted and already looking forward to more time alone with Heather. But then the serious stuff started! The boyfriend was a lecturer in her college, quite a bit older and a divorcee. They had been out on a couple of dates and he had made it clear that he was looking forward to sharing her bed. While she wanted that too, she, at 24, was still a virgin and really didn't want him to know that or to let herself down when they finally got it together. "Thats where you come in" Heather smiled up at me, her hand tracing patterns on my chest. "You want me to fix her up with one of my friends?" I asked "I wouldn't trust any of your friends to treat her right" "So?" I asked "If you love me as you say you do, you will do this big big favour for me, and teach her how to make love" One hour later, after much heated discussion, she had convinced me she was serious. Thats why I found myself, the following Friday evening, with Heather gone home to her parents in the country for the weekend, sitting in my car waiting for Sandra to come out of her house and join me. I thought about driving off but too late the car door opened and she was sitting beside me. We made small talk on the way, I could tell she was very nervous and tense. At my apartment I suggested a walk before we went in which seemed to relax her a bit. We walked through a park, chatted, relaxed a bit. I asked her about her boyfriend and about previous men she had been with. The extent of her experience was some rushed groping of her breasts by a guy outside a night club and a less rushed caressing of her breasts the previous weekend in a cinema by her new man. I looked at her as we walked to assess what I was getting myself into. She wasn't fat, but certainly had a big build. My friends sometimes joked about the size of her bum! Her best feature was her smile which rarely appeared. At 5'10 she was nearly as tall as me. Today her long black hair was tied up in a pony tail and to her credit she had done a good job with her make-up. She was wearing a loose pink sweater and a blue knee length skirt. Soon we could put it off no longer and we were in my apartment. I lit a fire and poured us both a glass of wine as we sat on the setee. "I really appreciate you doing this. I'm sure you are dreading it" she said "Thats OK. You are a good friend to Heather" I said, wondering why I had agreed to this. "So I suppose we should start" I continued. "As you have never seen or touched a mans cock, maybe we could start there" "Ok" she whispered I was being a bit selfish I thought, as I removed my trousers and shorts, but what the hell, I might as well get some pleasure from this. I sat beside her, my cock sitting limp between my legs. Then I took her hand, put it on it, told her to get used to it, to feel it. I sat back watching as she touched me tentatively at first then with a bit more confidence. She was doing OK and I could see she was pleased with herself when I started to swell and harden in her cool hands. When I was fully erect I told her what to do, guided her hands to stroke and pump me up and down. I was starting to enjoy myself and could tell she was waiting for me to start touching her. But my selfish side took over and I moved her gently to the floor until she was on her knees with my cock in front of her face. "Lick it and suck it for me" I said Again she was tentative at first but soon she was getting into it and instinct seemed to take over. Her wide mouth was licking, sucking, kissing me like she was used to it. Before very long I was throbbing and I pushed further into her mouth as I told her I was coming. She gagged slightly then swallowed some of my cum as the rest dribbled out on to her sweater. "That was good" I said, as we both sat back and relaxed. I got up, cleaned up in the bathroom, put my shorts back on and brought her some more wine. We sat for a while, made small talk, then I realised it was time for the next stage. "How about you get a bit more comfortable" I said "and slip off your skirt for me" "OK" she said " When I do, I know you mightn't want to, but it would help me so much to relax, if we could kiss, like we were doing this for real, rather than in a sort of clinical way" I hadn't envisaged much kissing but I told her that it would be OK. She stood up, slipped off her skirt, revealing a pair of tight black bikini panties stretched over her wide hips. She sat back down beside me, trembling. I moved across kissed her gently on the lips. As we held the kiss my hand moved over her big thighs and up to touch her through her panties. She tensed, but I opened her mouth let her feel my tongue in her mouth and I felt her relax as she returned my kiss. To her credit she knew how to kiss and she was getting quite passionate as I started pulling off her panties. She helped me a bit and kicked them away. My hand returned to her pussy and when I touched her mound I had to look down to confirm that hers was certainly the hairiest bush I had seen. A mass of thick black hairs filled her triangle. I returned to kissing her as my hand explored the black curls then she moaned as I stroked her clitoris and discovered that she was already extremely wet. If I had been turned on I probably would have entered her straight away rather than prolonging the experience but although I was enjoying exploring her my cock lay limp in my shorts. She was enjoying herself, moaning and squirming as I fingered her so I decided to increase the pace, rubbing her clit and fingering her wetness. She started moving against my hand, panting and moaning and then I watched as she cried out and felt her pussy flooding my hand as she orgasmed. We sat for a few minutes as she wound down. Then she smiled, slipped her hand into my shorts. "Can you make love to me now" she said "I'm ready to have you inside me" I looked at this big woman beside me, comparing her in my head with Heather. As she fondled me I was aware that she wasn't getting the desired reaction and that my cock remained lifeless. "Lets go to the bedroom" I suggested " And if you use your mouth like you did earlier I'll be ready for you too" In the bedroom, we kissed, then she headed to the bathroom. I lay on the bed, naked. I had never considered myself a 'tit' man. All my girlfriends had been petite and I always liked small sensitive breasts. I had never considered Sandras assets in that department. She always wore loose tops which never really gave any clue as to her size. That was until she came out of the bathroom, naked. Her breasts put the rest of her body in proportion. Very full, but firm and topped with the most perfect big pink nipples. She stood by the bed, dark haired, full glorious breasts and her mass of black hair between the sweeping curves of her hips. She was watching me and I realised why. As I was admiring her my cock had swollen and was now pointing at the ceiling. "I guess you like what you see" she said " Come here baby" I muttered, as she climbed into my arms I pulled her on to me, straddling me, my cock brushing against her thick bush. "Are you ready" I asked "Yes, be gentle" she said I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips, letting her juices lubricate me, then positioned myself at the mouth of her hot pussy. I pushed in slowly letting her adjust herself as I did, then when I met a little resistance I let her weight moving on to me push me the rest of the way in. She let out a brief cry than breathed out as I settled inside her.I was surprised at how despite her big frame her pussy felt so tight. We sat like that as I felt her breasts, running my hands over them. Then I started kissing them at the same time starting to move inside her. She had her head back, was moving with me in rhythm. I was lost between her breasts when I heard her moaning then felt her pussy gripping my cock as she reached her second orgasm. Again I let her relax until she opened her eyes smiling. "That was fantastic.I never dreamed it could be so good" she said She kissed me as my cock remained rigid inside her. The kiss was different, gentle but very passionate, full of deep meaning. I responded, my kiss equally deep as I realised that I was now doing this because I really wanted to, that I loved the feel of this womans body. My hands were running over her bum as we kissed. It felt so good, soft white flesh. "Sandra, you are so beautiful" I heard myself say "Your body is magnificent" I moved out of her, then moved behind her as she lay forward, her glorious bum raised in the air. My cock swelled further at the sight of it then disappeared into her tight wet pussy. I was massaging her bum as I moved inside her then reached under her to squeeze her heavy tits as I buried myself deep inside her. "Oh my God, I'm coming again" she giggled as I felt her nipples hardening like bullets between my fingers. Then she was pushing back against me, meeting every stroke of my cock. I buried one finger into her ass and that put her over the edge and she cried out as she came again. I moved harder, faster, pumping into her then pulled out and let my hot semen spray over her big white ass cheeks. We awoke in each others arms next morning. Without talking she guided my erection into her. One hour later we were still moving slowly together, kissing, exploring and learning. 2 weeks later I split with Heather, her skinny body no longer turned me on. Sandra let her lecturer be her second man, he came within 6 strokes of entering her. 2 weeks later she moved in with me, 15 years later the mere sight of her body still arouses me completely. The Tulsa Affair I realized when my marriage of 15 years ended that I didn't want to do that again. It's not that I have anything against marriage, it's just that there are some creatures that simply don't thrive in captivity. I'm one of them. Instead, I took my show on the road. Taking my lead from those Travel Channel programs, where the host samples the cuisine from various stops along the road, I decided to do the same with sex. Do women in Dallas taste the same as those in Boston? Does a California girl give head like a Georgia peach? These are my journeys. This is my odyssey. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (Note: audio does not match text below. It is meant to complement it. Please listen!) (22.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "Cassandra" and I were never supposed to meet. At least, that was the plan when we started "dating" in a chat room on a popular cam site. The room was called something like "Married but Bored," and Cassie was both. We talked that first night from about 10 pm until the small hours of the morning. Cassie lived just outside of Tulsa. She made it clear that sex was an open topic but she didn't want to engage in any lame "What are you wearing?" dialogue. That was fine with me because she "spoke" in complete sentences and had a dynamic mind. She was just -- well -- sad. Before she got married, Cassie had been a general assignment reporter at the Tulsa World. When her daughter was born, Cassie stopped working to care for her. Her husband, she said, was involved in some kind of academia at Oral Roberts University. I found it an interesting coincidence. I began my work career in the newspaper business and had since moved into academia. Cassie loved her family but felt like she had married too young. She'd had sex with only one man before her husband and it was clumsy and unsatisfying. Her husband was a good man -- she thought -- but he felt that fifteen minutes or so was enough time and rarely did more than the missionary position. He never went down on her and after their only child was born, he stopped putting his mouth on her nipples. She felt guilty for feeling the way she did but told me that her only orgasms had been self-inflicted. And very messy. She had to be careful when and where she masturbated. She wanted to know what it felt like to have someone desire her but she was afraid of the scandal if she got caught cheating on her husband. I thought it was an interesting way to put it. She never said she didn't want sex outside the marital bedroom, only that she didn't want to get caught. We didn't do anything beyond talking that first night. She wouldn't get on cam, refused to exchange pictures and didn't want to talk on mic. It was all new to her and I assumed correctly that she was nervous. But she sent me a request to be added to my Yahoo Messenger account and soon we were chatting almost every time I signed on to check my e-mail. One morning I was doing just that when she sent me a cheery, "Hello stranger!" (I've changed her screen name for her privacy.) Hi Cassie. How are you? Doing great this morning. It's my pamper day. And what, pray tell, is a pamper day? Husband at work. Daughter at school. It's a "me" day. Sounds like fun. Just got out of a bubble bath. That really sounds like fun. Wish I was there. Be good! Oh, I would. I promise. I know you would. That's the problem. Let me guess -- hair in a towel. A bigger towel wrapped around your body. You're being bad! Can't help it. Good imagination. Not this time. Hair down. Short silk robe. HOW short? Mid-thigh. Black. You'd like it. Now who's being bad? Am I? I kind of like it. And you know I'm at work and can't do anything about it. Hadn't occurred to me. Would you REALLY do that thinking about me? Already have on more than one occasion. There was a long pause here and I wondered if she was getting nervous about how the conversation was going. Then I got an invitation to view her webcam. I quickly clicked the "accept" button. Seconds later I was seeing Cassie for the first time. From our conversation, I knew she was of mixed heritage -- her father was black and her mother was Native American. Cassie had inherited the best of both races. Her hair was jet black -- so black it was almost blue -- and her high cheekbones and full lips made her face not just attractive, but gorgeous. She had big dark eyes and neck that I knew I could spend hours kissing. I could only see her from the V in her collarbone up but she did appear to be wearing black silk, one hand holding it modestly closed just below her collarbone. OMG Cass. Why didn't you tell me you were beautiful? I am? Come on. You have to know. We've been talking a long time, Hardy. Your attention has made me feel beautiful. I didn't need a physical affirmation. Did you? I guess I'm just surprised. You don't look at all like a Midwest housewife. Am I as good as your fantasy? Better. Much, much better. Maybe you'll have another one when you get home. If I last that long. Can I tell you something? That's why I'm here. I had one too. Just now. In the bath. Nice. Wish I'd been there. You were. This time the pause was on my part. I was at a loss for words and my khakis were getting uncomfortably tight. I quickly went over and turned off my office light. I fixed the "Will be Back" clock before shutting and locking the door. Hardy? Sorry hon. I'm staring. Are you alone? It's just you and me. Does your door lock? Way ahead of you. I have another surprise for you. My heart was beating like a jackhammer and I could feel the perspiration on my forehead. Cassie reached forward slightly and moved the camera, angling it down slightly. She wasn't holding the robe closed with her hand anymore and I watched, mouth agape, as the V in the robe became more pronounced between what must have been at least 38 DDs. I could see the inner swell of each breast. Are you a breast man, Hardy? I am now. I could see her move with laughter, her breasts jiggling slightly. Then her hands slid up the inside of the robe and opened it. Her full breasts stood out from her body. There was a slight droop that made the large brown nipples point gently upward as if asking to be kissed. I fucking wanted to lick the screen. Oh God, Cass. What man in his right mind would deny himself the pleasure of those? She leaned forward to type on the keyboard but made no effort to cover her breasts. Shortly after Jen was born, we were making love. He was kissing my nipple and milk came out. He lost his erection and never kissed my nipples again. I'm sorry, honey. What would you have done? It would be just one more thing to taste on you. She leaned back and cupped her breasts. Then she pulled the robe closed and moved the camera back to her face. Thank you, Hardy. For? In just a few seconds you made me feel beautiful again. God made you beautiful. I'm just appreciating His work. I guess you don't have a cam at your office. I wish I did. Do you want to know what I thought about. In the bath? Tell me, Cass. You. Behind me in the water. Your hands on my breasts. Massaging me. Kissing your neck. Oh God, I love that. Sliding one hand down. Over your belly. Parting your slick labia. She looked down, then quickly back up. Maybe I should turn off the cam. Only if it would make you more comfortable. She didn't and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted to keep watching. Laying back against you. I could feel your... She paused and I saw her take a deep breath ...you hard against my back. My cock, Cassie. I saw her shudder. My cock was leaving tears of anticipation on the inside of my boxers. I undid my belt and opened my slacks. My cock popped out of my boxers, hard and ready for action. Yes, Hardy. Your big cock. I wish you could see it now. So hard for you. Cassie's eyes closed and she jumped. Her breasts, mostly concealed by this time, bounced on her chest. I could tell she was breathing hard and when her eyes opened there was something akin to surprise, fear and desire all churning inside. God Hardy, I just came. I didn't even touch anything. You were overdue. Silly, I just came in the bathtub. Yes, but I wasn't really there to appreciate you then. You make me feel so sexy. You are sexy. You just needed to see yourself through my eyes. So wet. Can you cum again? I don't know. Feel so...decadent. Sometimes feeling naughty makes it that much more delicious. You said you like oral. I love oral. I can't help but wonder how that would feel. Have you ever tasted yourself? Hardy! It's perfectly natural. Would I like the flavor? I hope so. That was the first indication that our relationship might move beyond the cyber realm but I let it go for the moment. Cassie, I need to cum. God Hardy, my heart is beating so fast. Mine too. This is so new to me. No man has ever cum from looking at you? NO! How does it make you feel? I'm not sure. But I think I like it. Are you really hard? I'm sitting at my desk with my slacks open. I wish I could show you. Me too. I wish I could touch you. Me too. I wish I could taste you. Cassie's eyes closed and one hand slipped down off cam. I could tell it was moving furiously. I was stroking my cock, rubbing the precum over the slick, swollen head. Cassie's head pitched forward and her face was lost beneath her slick black hair. The way she was shaking I could tell she was cumming. I picked up a fast food napkin and blasted my semen into it. There was a huge load and I was afraid the napkin wasn't going to hold it all. When Cassie calmed down, she moved her hair back from her face. She seemed a little stunned at what she had just done. She pulled her robe closed. Did you? Yes. So much. Are we going to do this again? I hope so. Me too. I want to watch you. And she did. We watched each other many times, even talked to each other over the Internet. I watched her grow more confident to the point that she said she was noticing men noticing her. She smiled more. She told me her husband was complaining of some of her new wardrobe so she couldn't wear anything too sexy around him. "Not even panties," she said. I gently mentioned that I would be willing to meet her anywhere, anytime and she always reluctantly refused. She wasn't going to cheat on her husband. She wouldn't even have phone sex for fear that he'd find a strange number on the phone bill. Then one day, she let me call. She was in tears on the other end of the line. Turns out sexless hubby had been nailing one of his students. As much as I wanted to hold her, we had to settle for phone time. Damn, these long distance computer relationships suck sometimes. She didn't want to break up over fear of what it effect it would have on her daughter. And if the truth came out, her prick of a husband would lose his job and that would jeopardize her family too. She pulled through, they patched the marriage back together for their daughter but she cut him off from sex. We continued our therapeutic online sex and progressed to some intense phone sex. I was fascinated with her voice. She was younger than me and when I pointed out I was old enough to be her father (if I'd been having sex at 13, anyway), she playfully called me, "Daddy." She would slip it in our sex talk from time to time, usually when she was feeling particularly ornery, and laughter became as much of a turn on between us as talking and moaning. She also had this cute way of saying, "Oh my God" when she was cumming that really endeared herself to me. Cassie was a little shy at first, mostly listening to me and moaning as she touched herself. I kept up a running commentary, telling her what I wanted to do to her and encouraging her to tell me what she liked. It started in bits and pieces: Hardy: Mmmmm. Are you wet for me, sweetheart? Cassie: So wet. Oh God, Hardy. How do you do this to me? Hardy: I want to know how you taste. Cassie: Mmmm. I taste good. I want to taste me on your lips. Your cock. I want to lick my juice from your cock. Cassie had never given head to her husband but had been voicing more interest in it with each bit of cyber-, cam- and phone-sex we'd shared. Once, after I'd purged a particularly large load during cam-sex, Cassie told me she wanted to clean me with her tongue. It finally got to be too much for both of us. I took a weekend last summer and drove to Tulsa. (One word of advice: If you're planning a road trip to Tulsa, summer is NOT the time to do it.) Cassie told her husband she was going to a day spa for relaxation and he knew better than to make a big deal out of it. She met me at my hotel room at about 9:00 in the morning. She was even more beautiful in person. You never know how that first physical meeting is going to go. It can be awkward with two people not knowing quite how to react. Cassie stepped through the doorway and tossed her purse onto the floor. Then she melted into me and we kissed long and deep. She broke the kiss and looked at my face, touching my beard and smiling. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I responded. We both knew this was going to be a one-time thing, but we didn't rush it. I put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign and walked her to the bed where we kissed and just touched each other as if making sure each of us was real. She was wearing a thin summer dress and I could feel a whisper of panties as my hand slid over her ass and pulled her tighter against me. She rubbed her body against the erection under my jeans, but for at least 30 minutes or so, we were content to kiss. I knew from our intensive sexual conversations that Cassie's husband was always in a hurry. She told me that, more than anything, she wanted to know how it felt to be made love to, like in a romantic movie. I had the room as dark as I could get it and several candles were burning in an attempt to add a romantic ambiance. We were both breathing hard, but I could have kissed that sweet mouth all day. Eventually, we ended up with me laying back on the bed and her on top on me. I was running my hands down her back, over her ass and down as much of her thighs as I could reach. She was kissing my neck, unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my chest. I slid my hands back up her legs and under her short dress, cupping her firm ass in my hands. She raised her head, breathed sharply and ground her pelvis into my cock. When she opened her brown eyes I was looking straight into them. I rolled her over, hooking my thumbs into her panties right at the hip line. She raised her hips off the bed and I slid the skimpy fabric down her legs. The crotch was soaked. "I'm keeping these," I told her. Cassie smiled. "I figured you would." I smoothed her dress up over her belly, exposing her pussy to the cool, air conditioned room. There was a thin "landing strip" of beautifully trimmed hair that glistened in the candlelight. She obviously had a one-piece swimming suit and the lighter skin of her hips contrasted with the copper color of her tanned legs. I'd waited long enough. I lifted those gorgeous, smooth, bronze legs over my shoulders, kissing the sensitive inside of her thighs, before moving my mouth to cover her slick pussy. Cassie was right. She was delicious. I circled her clit with my tongue -- round and round, not touching it. Cassie rocked her head on the pillow, her hands clutching at the mattress on either side of her. I slid my tongue up her, from just this side of her ass to her drenched pussy. I reached in as far as my tongue would go. My nose brushed her clit and soft perfumed pubes. One of her hands left the bed and went to the back of my head. She ran her fingers into my hair and pulled my face to her cunt. I moaned long and deep into her pussy. Then I slipped a bent middle finger into her pussy, rubbing her G-spot while my tongue flicked her hard nub. Cassie was going crazy, moving her hips against my mouth and moaning. I sucked her clit between my lips and slid my tongue against it, all while gently moving my finger inside her. With my free hand, I reached up and gently squeezed her waist, pressing my thumb in and massaging her right below her rib cage. She pressed her hand against my forehead, pushing me back. It was too much. Cassie needed to catch her breath. I slid up her body and let her taste herself on my lips. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, all the while continuing to move her body against me. She tried to unbutton my jeans, but got frustrated after the second button. I got out of bed and took off my pants. She lowered my silk boxers and, as I stepped out of them, said, "Those are mine" and giggled. Rolled over on her belly, my cock was right in front of her face. She didn't hesitate. She took the hard shaft in hand and placed her tongue lightly on the head. There was more than a dollop of precum, and she licked gently to get enough for a taste. "The verdict?" I asked. She didn't look at my face, but kept staring at my cock. She opened her mouth and took the head inside as I moaned my appreciation. I felt her tongue tickling the bottom. She pulled me out with a pop. "Not something I'd order at a restaurant," she finally said. "But I love the feeling of your cock in my mouth." She took my cock and tried to deep throat me. She gagged. "Sorry," she said. "Too big." "Deep throating is overrated." I told her. "The most erotic thing is eye contact." Cassie began to lavish my cock with kisses. She licked me like a Popsicle, pausing to cover the tip of my cock with her mouth and flick her tongue over the sensitive underside. All the time, her eyes were on mine. They were happy eyes. Her hands slid over my stomach, up my chest. Her fingers toyed with my nipples. When she moaned, I could feel the vibrations up my spine. The next time she popped my glistening cock out of her mouth, I rolled her over on her back. I had still not freed her breasts from the summer dress, but I wanted inside her. Besides, that would give me something to look forward to in round two. I lowered myself on top of her and eased my cock into her pussy. She fit snug around me and before I started thrusting, I decided to show off a little. I flexed my cock inside her. She moaned when she felt it, then looked me in the eye and gave me a sexy smile. The next thing I knew, I could feel her pussy muscles clenching and releasing my cock. The Tulsa Affair "God, Cassie. This is going to be so good." I stayed over her in push up position so I could look at her face and body underneath me. We moved slowly, feeling every nuance of my cock inside of her. We weren't fucking. This was something more. I watched her face and she watched mine. We'd grown used to seeing each other's faces in our cam sex -- neither of us was particularly interested in watching the genitals of the other. We both loved watching the pleasure on the other's face. And now she was here. I could feel her. Smell her. I could still taste her on my lips. Her velvet pussy was holding my hard cock in a lover's embrace. I don't know how long we stayed like that. It was a slow rhythm that we both loved. We were in no hurry to orgasm. We didn't care about getting to the top. We wanted to keep climbing. I let my fingers feel the impossible smoothness of her leg. I kissed her lips, her neck. She slid a strap off her shoulder and freed one of her breasts, cupping it, offering it to me. I kissed the nipple, suckled it, ran my tongue under it, along the seam where breast meets body, all never breaking rhythm, never taking myself from her body. I told her how beautiful she was. I told her how good it felt to be inside her. "I like you inside me," she said. "Inside where?" I asked. It was a game I played online and on the phone to get her to say it. "My pussy," she said easily. "I like your cock in my pussy. I want your cum in my pussy." "I want your pussy to cum," I told her. She put both hands flat against my chest and moved her hips against my thrusting. Her hips moved side to side as I continued to thrust in and out, adding another dimension to our pleasure. Her eyes registered it first. I could see her impending climax even before she knew it was coming. She was looking at me and her eyes filled with tears which spilled down the sides of her face and onto the pillow. She blinked rapidly. Her breathing got faster and there was a pronounced catch between inhaling and exhaling. The catch turned into a moan. Her eyebrows shot up in a look of surprise and suddenly she was cumming. Her hands went up under my arms and she pulled me tightly to her body. It was hard not to ram her with my cock at that moment but I maintained the same rhythm and let her move her hips against mine. Cassie didn't have screaming orgasms. It was more like she announced them with an "Oh my GOD." I could feel her pussy muscles tighten around my cock. I also felt drenched. Cassie was a squirter. I'd only encountered a couple other women in my life who actually ejaculated when they came. She soaked the sheets and my cock and it was all I could do not to join her. But I had a long day of lovemaking planned and I wasn't ready to cum yet. Ok, why did I take so much time to describe that event? Because it happened so spontaneously, I didn't want to take time to record it. We took a break and cleaned up, drank some mimosa, and kissed and snuggled naked under the covers before we finally worked up to round two (all in all, there were about four or rounds, including a bubble bath for two that developed similarly to Cassie's fantasy). I showed her the recorder and asked if she'd be offended if I had another memento. She laughed and called me a pervert, but had no problems being recorded. (In fact, at one point near the end, you hear me wondering aloud how much tape I have left.) A lot of people have been commenting that my recordings are too short. (I've been editing them down to get to what I consider the highlight of the encounter.) This one runs around 20 minutes. That means there's some lag time -- time when you'll just hear us kissing or talking. Or laughing, as the tape starts. There's a lot of oral in the beginning but I think I'll let you use your imagination about who is getting it when. It's not hard to figure out. (At one point we're both getting oral at the same time. Makes me wish I worked in video.) At about 13:50, she gets up and goes to the bathroom for a towel because she got so wet she felt she needed to dry off a little to increase the "traction." At about 9:56, you get the first "OMG" but it's at 17:57 she says it the way I love best. (She cracked up when she heard it later. "I don't sound like that," she insisted.) At 19:16, she drenches me again while saying "Feel that hot pussy cum." There's also a nice loud slap at 19:52 but it's not what you think. It was the bed. It actually startled me and I almost unloaded inside her, but managed to keep control. I took her ankles and lifted them high as I continued to drive into her, her breasts moving fluidly with each thrust. At about 20:58, we cum together, but keep thrusting. The in and out motion pulled some of the cum out and it started spilling down her ass. At 20:14, she says, "Oh I feel it" and the combination of my thrusting and my hot cum dribbling against her ass gave her another small orgasm. There are a few flaws in the tape. One is an air conditioner that comes on and off periodically throughout the lovemaking session. It's not loud, just annoying. And the bed gets a bit noisy at the end. I made a mix of this with a soft jazz background that I sent to Cassie, but I think most people here prefer the raw sounds. Was this just another encounter? No. It's actually a bit painful to write about. And to listen to again. It's not just the dark, soulful eyes, smooth copper skin, the full natural breasts and the sexiest legs I've ever had wrapped around me. We clicked on a much deeper level. We agreed at the outset that this would be a one-time thing and I really didn't think when I made the agreement that it would be that hard to honor. But there's not a fiber in me that doesn't want to go back to Tulsa and do this again. Every weekend. Hell, every night. Not having Cassie in my bed is one of the true regrets of my life. But she refuses to break up her family for her little girl's sake and I have to respect that, even if it means leaving large chunks of my heart in Oklahoma. The Tumble He stood in the corner watching her. She had her blonde hair up in its customary ponytail and her trademark light blue tights. Her legs were well muscled from the years of gymnastic training. Standing just over five feet tall her blue eyes blazed an intensity and focus fueled by the events that happened just over four years ago. She should have been an Olympic gold medal winner. Instead a judge from the host country gave her such poor marks on a flawless floor exercise that she finished with a silver medal and not the coveted gold. The man had spent countless hours standing in the corner watching her. From practice to competition, he was there. It cost him his marriage because he wanted to be there for his daughter, but in retrospect the only good thing from the marriage was his little girl. He owned his own advertising firm, so thanks to modern day electronics he could literally work from anywhere. He was good at his job, and had a customer list that kept him busy and well compensated. He was tall and lean. He loved to run, and when he wasn't working or watching his daughter compete, he was running. Some of his best advertising campaigns were created on his runs. His dark hair was just beginning to gray at the temples, and he was told it made him distinguished. He thought it just made him look old. He decided that one failed marriage was enough, and he focused his time and energy on his work and helping his daughter become a world class gymnast. He had no lasting friendships or relationships since the divorce. A fling after a successful client signing was the sum total of his love life in the eight years since his wife took off, and he really didn't care. He watched her move to the mat. She carried herself with a confidence that came from the years of constant training and competing. He felt the adrenaline pulse through his body as it always did as she got ready to do her routines. She was good and he was so very proud of her. She made her way to the mat mentally running through her routine one more time. It was part of her mental preparation right before she went out there. Her eyes scanned for her father and found him in his usual place. To the right of the mat opposite of where she would enter he stood by himself. Always the same place, and always by himself as it had been ever since she started competing. A calm spread over her as it always did right before she stepped on the mat. She had trained harder than ever before for this meet. A top three finish and she was going back to the Olympics. She knew at 18 she was considered old, but the anger and hurt she felt at that bitch who scored her routine down in the Olympics kept her motivated to get there again. While everyone said she was robbed, it did not change the fact that she finished second. She vowed standing there on the medal stand, it would be different next time. She pasted on her smile gave a brief wave to the crowd, and her routine began. She could tell she was on. Everything was going well. The flips, the jumps, the landings all were feeling as close to perfect as she could get. Perfect until her foot hit the wet spot on the mat. Whether was sweat or water, she did not know. All she knew as she landed her back flip was that her right foot slipped, her right leg kept going, and she felt a pop in her leg that sent agony up from her leg to her brain. As she fell forward she extended her left arm to catch her, and she felt it snap as she hit the floor beside the mat. She screamed and started crying. He watched his daughter move on the mat. Her routine was one of her best. She hit her marks, nailed her landings, and was on her way to completing one of her best performances. Her last run, cartwheel, and front flip looked good. Then she landed. He could see her head bob forward as her leg slipped, and he could hear the snap of bone from where he stood. He saw her collapse to the floor and heard her scream, and he started running towards her. He ran onto the mat, and started shoving people out of the way. He looked down, saw the bone sticking through the skin of her leg, and the funny angle of her left wrist and dropped down beside her. She was moaning in pain and sobbing at the same time. He slowly lifted her head into his lap, and said "Don't worry baby. I am here and it will be ok." However, he knew that things would never be the same again. She woke up lying in a hospital bed. An IV tube was running in her right arm. Her left felt heavy, and she tried to make out what was on her arm. It looked like a cast. There was a throbbing in her right leg, and she found she could not move it easily. Her father was holding her right hand and woke from a light sleep when he felt her moving. "How are you baby?" he asked. "It hurts," she moaned. "I know it does hun. They are giving you medicine for that." he replied. Her mouth was dry so he gave her a sip of water. "How bad?" she asked. "Don't worry about that now." he whispered as he stroked her hair. "Tell me," she commanded. He sighed and said," The doctor said you are out for a year. You had a nasty break in the leg, and your wrist also broke. He said best guess IF you could come back is a year." He noticed the tear roll down her face, and moved to wipe it away. "It's all I have ever known." "I know baby. Lets just take it a day at a time. No sense worrying about what we don't know now." "How am I going to write? I am left handed," she asked. "Very slowly I would imagine," he said with a laugh, and she smiled. He brought her home three days later. He had a wheelchair for her that was motorized. Crutches were out of the question as was a walker. She was not used to sitting or laying for long periods of time, but the chair gave her some mobility. She had him help her in it when they got home and was able to steer it into the house. "I am so ready for some real food daddy," she said. "Oh, and what is real food then?" he asked with a smile. "Pizza with lots of sausage and cheese of course," she replied. When the pizza arrived she moved the wheelchair up to the table and started eating. It was hard using the right hand, but she managed to get the hang of it. That is until she had a piece fall on her white shirt. It was one of her favorite." Oh no! It will stain," she cried. Her dad ran and got some stain remover and quickly applied it to the shirt. "Get it under cold water," she said. Without thinking he reached down and pulled it up and over her head. He stopped as it passed over her head. She had no bra on, and she was beautiful. Her breasts were small, but the nipples were large and puffy. The cold from the stain remover had made them stand at attention. He didn't realize he had stopped taking off the shirt, and was standing there staring. "Um, Dad is there an issue with my hand?" she asked. Her voice snapped him back to the task at hand." Just trying to figure out how to get it over your hand without hurting you Beth," he rasped. He moved behind her to finish taking off her shirt, and also to hide the erection that had sprung up from the sight of his daughter's breasts. He quickly ran cold water on it, and added some more stain remover and put it in the washer. "Hey, I could use another shirt in here," Beth said with a laugh. "Any requests?" her dad asked. "Something cool. I am kind of warm," she replied. She could hear her father's breathing change, and when he stopped lifting the shirt off she knew what he was looking at. It sent a tingle from the top of her head down to her groin. She shook her head, figuring it was the drugs that made her "tingle" down there. He was her dad, and would never think of her "that way". Still it was kind of exciting to think that maybe he liked what he saw. She had never "done it". She had been surrounded by girls, and one grouchy coach for as long as she could remember. The only time close to having sex was when one of the older girls in gymnastics class made her touch her down there. She must have done it ok, because it made the girl moan. She had been so focused on gymnastics that any sexual feelings were always pushed to the side. She kind of liked how it made her feel. He splashed cold water on his face and found her a t-shirt. He brought it out and stood behind her as he slipped it over her head and then her injured arm. He caught a few glimpses of those perfect breasts, and again was instantly hard. He quickly moved around to his chair and sat down. "I think I got the stain out. I know you like that shirt," he said. "I might have to get you a bib or something." "Well either that or you will get good at getting me in and out of my shirt," she said with a laugh. She noticed her father swallow and blush. She was tired after the ride to home and after another dose of pain medicine she decided she would go lay down. She was able to get into her bedroom where her father helped her into bed. "Thanks daddy," she murmured. "I love you." "Love you too baby." He quietly shut the door and cleaned up after their pizza. The vision of her breasts was burned into his brain. Long suppressed desire was pushing to the front of his brain. He could feel the tip of his cock leaking, and knew he needed relief. He headed to the bedroom and quickly stepped out of his pants. Laying back on his bed he relived the vision of his daughter, and wondered what the rest of her looked like as he shot cum up onto his chest and stomach. He got up and cleaned up the result of those thoughts, laid down and fell asleep. Beth was buzzing from the pain medicine. She was tired but could not get what happened at lunch out of her mind. The way his breathing changed, the small tremor in his hands, and the voice told her he liked what he saw. No one had ever reacted that way towards her. It made her tingle again, and her right hand slid down into her shorts. She was surprised at how damp it was down there. It had never been that wet before. Her finger light rubbed over her clit, and she felt it harden. She pressed harder against it with two fingers and rubbed it slowly in a circle. She could feel the warmth from her pussy and she spread her legs to give her fingers more room to move. She rubbed faster and could feel the rush of an orgasm. She wondered if her dad would like to see more of her, and she came. She lay there panting, and could feel the moisture on her fingers. As she fell asleep she wondered what her dad was doing. He awoke with a start and could tell by the shadows that he had slept much later than he had planned. He got up quickly and went to Beth's room. He was relived to see she was still sleeping. He would have to make sure she texted him when she needed him. It would not make him feel good if she called out and he was not there to help. Beth woke to a full bladder, and feeling well rested. She called out for her father, and he was there in seconds. "Help me into the chair daddy. I need to go pee," she said. He placed her in the chair and she was able to get it into the bathroom. "Ok baby, I will help you stand and get you situated then step out," her father said. He helped her stand and pivot. He reached in the waistband of her shorts and gently pulled them down. With her good hand Beth guided herself down onto the stool. He quickly stepped out into the hall pulling the door closed behind him. His pulse was racing, and he could tell he was sweating. She was shaved smooth around her pussy, and he got a glimpse of the swollen lips before she sat down. He was shocked, turned on, disgusted, and amazed all at the same time. How could he even begin to be turned on by his daughter, and yet how could he not be. She was so beautiful, and also so vulnerable right now. The combination was almost too much for him to handle. He would have to hire a nurse for her. He was not going to be able to handle things like this for very long. Beth sat there on the toilet and waited a few moments before she peed. She noticed her dad looked at her pussy, and the wetness had returned at the thought of it. As she peed she wondered what he was thinking right now. She was starting to like the effect her body was having on him. She wiped and noticed how her clit was hard again. She thought this was a good thing. When Beth called out he came into the bathroom. "All done?" he asked as calmly as he could. "Yup," she said. "I just need your help putting me together." He helped her stand and leaned down to pull up her shorts. He got a much better view of the smooth pussy of his daughter. He noticed there was wetness around the lips and thought maybe she couldn't wipe herself with her right hand as well. He sat her in the chair, and she backed out of the bathroom and headed for the living room. He came into the living room with a phone book. "Who are you going to call?" Beth asked. "I was thinking you might be more comfortable with a real nurse taking care of you. Frankly, I don't think I am very good at it," her dad responded. "No! I don't need a nurse daddy. I have you!" Her father looked up at her. "Beth, I really don't know what I am doing here. You need a professional." "It has always been you that has been there for me daddy. Don't you want to be anymore?" she shot back. "I will always be there for you. This is just maybe more than I can handle. I want you to have the best baby," he said. "You are the best. Please daddy don't make me have to have someone else," she begged. With a sigh he closed the phone book. "You always know how to make me cave in don't you." "Of course. That is why you love me so much," Beth said with a giggle. "Now what is for supper?" They talked about her rehabilitation over a dinner of fried chicken and a salad. She would not be able to do much until she was further along in the healing process. "I am not sure what is next for me daddy. Gymnastics was all I knew, and now it is gone." "Well college is probably in order if you want," he replied. He got up and cleaned off the table as they discussed what she wanted to take in school, and when she would start. He also made it clear that she could work for him until she found something she wanted to do with her life. They talked until the sun was almost gone. Darkness in the room fell like a curtain and he got up and turned on some lights. He was amazed at how grown up his little girl was now. Her face framed in the light of the lamp was so pretty. Her penetrating blue eyes melted his heart. There was nothing he would not do for her. She was his life. As they talked, Beth looked at her father. He was handsome and had heard some of her teammates talk about how they would so do him. She would just glare at them and they would stop. Now she thought she knew what they were thinking. Having never had a boyfriend, her father was the only man in her life. She liked how he was making her feel and how he was taking care of her. She wanted nothing more than that. As the evening turned to night, Beth began hurting and asked for a pain pill. Her dad got her one with a glass of water, and asked if she was ready for bed. "What I really need daddy is a shower. A nice hot steaming shower." "Well if you can wait until tomorrow I can get someone from the office to come help you with that," he answered. "Daddy it has been how many days. My hair is yuck. My skin is yuck, and it would make me feel better to have one now," she said with a pout. "How do you plan to do this hun?" he asked. "I don't know. They told me to put plastic bags on my casts if I was going to get them wet. I guess that is a start. You might have to help me with that and my hair. I don't know if I can wash it one handed." "Can we do that in the sink?" her father asked. "I don't think you will get all the soap out with just a faucet from a sink," she replied. "Oh, well I um guess I could try washing it in the shower. Maybe we can find some old clothes for you to wear and get wet while I am washing your hair," her dad said. Beth notices he was squirming in his chair. "Dad, I am not going to wear clothes in the shower. That is like too weird." "Not anymore weird than your dad washing you in the shower," he countered. "Then don't think of me as your daughter. Think of me as your patient. I will think of you as my nurse. We will get through it ok." "You think so?" he asked. "Absolutely. Trust me daddy." He sat on the couch his heart pounding like a high school kid on his first date looking at the pretty young woman who has just asked him to help her in the shower. He was not sure he could shut off the fact she was his daughter, but also knew that his cock was telling him it was a great thing to be doing on an evening like this. "Ok, I will go get the shower turned on. I will try to get the temperature right. The last thing I want to do is burn you. Like I said I don't know that I am qualified for this." He turned and left for the bathroom. Beth could feel the wetness between her legs already. She knew this would be good. Between the pain medication and the thought of what was to come, she was feeling good. He turned on the jets to the shower, and looked at himself in the mirror. He tried to figure out if this was the right thing for him to do. He wasn't sure but something was pulling him in a direction he could not stop. He turned and went and got his daughter. He brought two garbage bags with him, and some tape to seal the edges. The last thing he wanted was to get the casts wet. The chair, his daughter and him made a tight fit in the now steaming bathroom. Beth felt his hands start to lift her shirt and she tried not to shiver with excitement. The cloth sliding up over her excited nipples was almost more than she could bear. There was no pause this time as the shirt lifted over her head. He put the garbage bag on her arm and carefully taped it shut. He then moved around to the front and helped her stand. He leaned forward and gently tugged her shorts down. She stepped out with her "good" leg and then he helped her move so he could get the shorts over the cast. Beth looked down and noticed her dad glancing at her pussy. She widened her stance so he could see it better, and then he moved around to her back and moved the wheelchair into the hallway. He then got down and taped the garbage bag over her casted leg. Again, Beth allowed him a nice view of her pussy. He then stood up, got beside her, and helped her into the shower. The blast of warm water felt so good. She stood there feeling it run over her broken body. It was the best shower she could remember taking in her life. "Ok daddy my hair is ready for you," Beth said. "I am your nurse not daddy remember?" he replied. She felt the cool of the shampoo on her hair, and then her father's hands slowly working it in. He had strong hands, and was massaging her scalp as he did her hair. Nice and slow and steady he covered every inch of her hair. He removed the shower nozzle from its holder and started to rinse. He was soaked as water went every where through the open shower door. He rinsed and ran his hands through the hair until the soap was out. "Now the conditioner'" he heard Beth say and he groaned. "Oh, that feels good daddy, I mean nurse. You wash hair very nice," Beth purred. "Glad you like it because I feel like a drowned rat here," her dad grumbled back. She handed him the body wash and a washcloth. She felt the wet wash cloth on her back and it felt so good. He had gentle hands, and he moved slowly over her back, down her ass, and then down to her legs. "Glad I only have to do one," he said." I am too old to stay bent down like this." He continued washing moving back up and over her ass. All the years of training not only made for some nice legs, but an awesome ass. He thought it quite possibly was the best ass he had ever seen. By now he was soaked. Water ran down his face into his eyes, and down his shirt, and soaked him through and through. "Ok, turn around and I will get the front," he said trying to keep the quiver out of his voice. The Tumble Beth slowly pivoted on her good leg and faced her father. He was soaked but now in the shower with her. The thought of that made her pussy tingle again. He washed her face, her neck, and the right arm. He brought the cloth to her breasts and gently washed them. He did not fail to notice how much harder the nipples got when he moved the cloth over them, and he was instantly harder than he could ever remember. He washed lower down over her thighs and then the leg with the cast down to the garbage bag protecting it. He knelt down and washed the left leg working his way up the inside of her thighs. He watched her as she moved her legs apart, giving him access to her clean shaven pussy. Gently he ran the cloth over her swollen pussy lips making them soapy. The cloth moved in and upwards touching her clit, and he heard her gasp. He slowly moved the cloth up and down on her clit. Her hand grabbed his to keep it in that one spot as he washed. "Go faster daddy," she hissed. He started moving the cloth up and down faster, and he heard her gasp and felt the shudder travel up her body. A long slow moan and she ran her hands through his soaking wet hair. As if in a trance he stood up shaking," What have I just done? Oh no. Oh no." he stammered. She reached up and kissed her father. "I think you just made me feel better than any medicine could have," was Beth's reply. "I need to get out of here Beth," he choked out. "No! Not yet. Not now," she pleaded. "Daddy please don't leave now. I don't want to stop. I love you." He tried to reply but Beth pulled his head down to hers and gently kissed his lips. A soft kiss like no other he had ever shared with her or any other woman. He felt her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and touching his. The kissing became more urgent, tongues exploring each others mouths, as his hands pulled her closer. "I want to see you daddy. Take off your clothes. They are soaked anyway," she moaned. "Baby, no you can't do this," he whispered as he felt her good hand tugging at the waistband of his shorts. He tried to move her hand, but she kept tugging until the one side of his shorts were down part way. She starting kissing him again to distract him and with another tug had them down by his knees. His cock sprang free and was pressing against her. She took it in her hand, breaking the kiss and looked down at it. "Oh daddy this looks so nice," she purred. "It is so hard." He could say nothing but was focusing on her touch of his cock. So soft, so gentle as she gently moved her hand up and down the shaft. "Oh baby you shouldn't be doing that," he finally moaned. "Why?" she asked. "It has been awhile baby, I might cum," he whispered. "Like you made me with that nice washcloth?" "Yes baby like that," he answered. She started to stroke faster and watch his cock start to leak at the tip. The head of his cock grew larger as she stroked. "Yes, yes baby keep going," he hissed. Her hand kept going until he came. Three large spurts hitting her stomach and coating her hand. She slowly stopped as he finished. "Did I do it right daddy?" "Oh yes, I mean we should not have done this," he said. "I really liked it daddy. It felt good. Can you do it again to me?" she asked. "What we did means it will never be the same with us. It was wrong. I was wrong. It was my fault," he replied and the tears rolled down his face. "I did this to you." "I was the one who held your hand there daddy. I wanted this more than you know. Why do you think I never dated, and that I said I was glad when mom left? It has always been you," Beth yelled. "Now you want to tell me its wrong? It is not wrong to me. I love you," and with that she started sobbing. He stood there in the shower that had now started running cold crying with his daughter. He knew it would never be the same, but the words she spoke softened his anger at the situation. While he was still trying to make sense of all of it, his brain shifted back to the job at hand. "The water is cold baby. We need to dry you off." He helped her out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He started to dry her off as gently as he could. She turned to face him. He could not take his eyes off of her. "Do you not think I am pretty enough for you daddy?" she asked. "You are beautiful my sweet baby," he replied. "I wish my boobs were bigger," she said. "They are perfect," her father said. "I thought guys liked big boobs," she responded. "Not this guy," he said with a laugh. "Does it bother you I shave down there daddy?" she asked. "I had to wearing those tights for gymnastics you know." "I love it shaved down there," he said with a grin." I am supposed to be drying you off not playing twenty questions." "Would you do it with me?" she asked. "Do what?" "You know daddy. It. Fuck? Screw? Have sex?" "I don't think we want to go there baby," he answered. Beth looked down at her father's cock that had grown hard again." I think you do," she said. She took the towel from him and threw it to the floor. She turned around and leaned over the sink. She spread her legs and looked back at him. "Can you do it this way?" she asked. He looked at his daughter, the debate raging about going any further. Her blonde hair wet and hanging down, her perfect ass facing him, and those deep blue eyes staring at him and pleading for him to do it. In the end it was the eyes that did it. He moved towards her. Hands on her hips he had bend his legs some but his cock found the opening to her pussy. She was wet, but she was so tight. He worked his cock in slowly. Pushing in some, and then back out. With each thrust he got deeper. He heard her gasp a couple of times, but he knew he could not stop. Finally, he was able to get his entire shaft into her willing pussy. He left it there for a moment. The tightness, warmth, and increasing wetness were like nothing he had ever felt before. Slowly he withdrew and then back in. He did this until his cock was moving freely in and out of her. It was the best feeling he had ever felt, and he knew he could not stop. Beth was surprised at the pain at first as her father's cock worked its way into her. She did not think it was supposed to feel like that. As she got wetter, and her father started moving faster the pain was replaced by a feeling she had never felt before. It was like the tingling only better. She started to move to meet his thrusts, and felt him move faster. She knew that she was going to cum soon from this, and became lost in the moment. Slowly, the orgasm crept over her, and she screamed the first thing that came to her mind," I love you daddy!" He could feel the heat building in her pussy, and the fact that she was matching his thrusts with her own. He was getting close and knew he was not going to pull out, but rather fill his daughter's pussy with cum. When he heard her yell she loved him, it sent him over the edge and he came with a force he did not know existed. He clutched her hips and buried his cock as deep into her as he could as he spurted his cum into her. When he was done he stayed in her, until he was going soft. He pulled out and looking down saw that their juices combined coated his cock. "Oh my god daddy," Beth panted. "How much did you cum in me. I can feel it running out." "I didn't think I had any left in me from the shower. Guess I did hun." She turned around and threw her good arm around his neck. "Kiss me daddy. Please!" He leaned down and kissed her, "What are we going to do baby?" he asked. "I have a lot to learn daddy. I want you to help me learn to do things with you, "she replied. "I guess things have changed a bit for us. You know that don't you?" he asked. "I kind of like it daddy. I can't wait for what might be next!"