0 comments/ 95658 views/ 6 favorites Seducing Kate By: Mentor de Lyon Jen and I had experienced an incredible sensual relationship, but after five years together the pressures of graduate student life in a large southern university had taken their toll. We both longed to bring back the passion we had previously enjoyed, but neither of us knew exactly what would work. Kate was a 20-year-old summer student who was working as a technician in the laboratory next to ours. She was very pretty, always smiling, and full of life. One evening, Jen and I were walking hand-in-hand across the campus when I ventured to ask her what she thought of Kate. "She's very nice and very attractive, I like her." Jen replied. "Yes, I think so too..., but would you like to take out and fuck her?" I whispered hotly. Jen smiled turning to me and kissed me passionately. "I thought you'd never ask," she breathed. She slid her had down for the bulge in my jeans and was not disappointed. Our tongues danced as I pulled her hard against me. "Do you think we can...I mean...seduce her?" "I know we can try," I replied. A wave of sexual desire rolled over us. Moments later we found an empty classroom and closed the door. Jen unzipped my jeans and sank to her knees. She freed my cock from its denim confines and took it into the warm wetness of her mouth. I undid the neck strap of her skimpy red halter-dress to expose her tits. I fondled and pinched her nipples to hardness while watching her head bobbing on my rod in an earnest attempt to make me come. Jen raised her head, her green eyes smiling as she licked the underside of my prick. A sudden image of that same lovely face buried between Kate's thighs further inflamed my desire. I pulled Jen to her feet and pushed her over a large wooden desk. Grasping the hem of her dress, I pulled it over her luscious ass and ripping her panty aside I plunged my raging cock into her molten depths. Cupping a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, I pounded Jen hard until she came and then emptied my balls inside of her. We decided that we would ask Kate out the next evening, a Friday, for drinks and dinner at a pub near the campus and then see what would happen. "What are you doing Friday night, Kate," I asked, as I walked into her lab. "Not much of anything. How about you all?" "Well, Jen and I were wondering if you would like to come out to dinner with us?" "It would be just the three of us." "Okay, that would be fun," Kate answered. "Great! I'll pick you up at the side door and we'll meet Jen over there," I said. I left her with a little peck on the cheek. Friday evening finally came and I dropped Jen off at home to get ready. I wondered what she would be wearing the next time I saw her. I watched her long shapely legs and tight jean-encased ass until she disappeared into our apartment. Then, I went back to the university to pick up Kate. "Hi there, right on time as always," she said as I drove up. This time I greeted her with a kiss planted firmly on her lips and felt her lips soften as she kissed me back. "This is so nice of you two. I haven't been out to eat in...it seems like forever." I drove Kate the short distance to the pub while she told me about the work she was doing and how much she enjoyed the university. She also mentioned that she had left a boyfriend back in Texas and had not been dating since she arrived in Florida three months earlier. She confided to me that although she had been asked out more than a few times by fellow students, and as it turned out, at least one faculty member, her breakup was still fresh for her to start dating again. Kate was dressed in a thin white tee shirt that revealed a lacy white bra beneath. Her blue denim cut-offs were short and tight accenting her slender legs and small round ass. She was only about 5' 3", cute and petite with small but perfectly shaped breasts. As we entered the pub we saw that Jen had already found us a table. She was dressed in a navy-blue mini-dress that outlined the firm athletic body of a woman of thirty years. Her long tanned legs were bare, but accented with high strapped scandals, also in dark blue, that wound up her sexy calves. I wondered what she was wearing underneath. "Hi, Kate," Jen said. Standing to greet her she gave Kate a hug and kissed her on the cheek. "I think we need some cold beers over here," Jen called. "Make that a pitcher," Kate added. We drank and laughed talking about the department, the professors, and graduate student life in general. Kate was a bright student and wanted to return to the university for a Ph. D. herself. We each had the specialty of the house, cheeseburgers with fries and more beer. We all began to relax and fully enjoy each other. Kate told us more about her boyfriend in Texas, admitting that he really didn't share her desire for her to continue studying after she finished her bachelor's degree. "He really doesn't understand me, but I do miss him...physically, if you know what I mean," Kate laughed blushing. "Well, we're all in this together, Kate, all for one and one for all". We piled out hands one on top of each other in mock solidarity. I smiled at Kate and she smiled back, her dark brown eyes were sparkling. "Don't go away, I'll be right back," Kate said, excusing herself to use the restroom. Jen and I laughed as we caught each other blatantly staring at our young friend's ass as she walked across the room. I leaned across the table and kissed Jen, briefly slipping my tongue between her lips. "I think we should all go out for a drive in the night air," I said. "Let her get in the front seat with me and then slide in next to her." "We can go to 'our' place by the river." Our place was a small clearing of Bahia grass surrounded on three sides by palmetto palms and facing a narrow tea-colored river lined with mangrove trees. "If you want me to start something, just reach behind the seat and touch my neck." I leaned to kiss Jen again just as Kate returned to the table. "You two are making me jealous," Kate laughed. "Kate, we'd like to drive around to get some air. Will you come with us?" I asked. "Well...okay, it is such a nice evening...almost as nice as you two have been to me," Kate replied. We paid the check and walked out into the warm Florida evening. As we had planned, Kate sat in the middle of the front bench seat of our old white sedan. It didn't look like much, but it got us to the beach and back on weekends. I opened the windows and let the fragrant night air wash over us. The city quickly disappeared as the road led into the Florida back-country past shaggy palm trees and live oaks thickly hung with Spanish moss. After only a few miles, I felt Jen's fingers creep behind me and gently but insistently caress the back of my neck. "We really enjoy being with you, Kate," I said, playfully rubbing her left knee. "I like being with both of you very much," she said. "Thank you for sharing this lovely evening with me." Kate had pulled both feet up onto the seat and sat with her knees together. I continued to rub her knee and she put her hand on mine as though she meant to push it away, but instead pressed my hand harder into her skin. Then right on cue, Jen placed her hand on Kate's other knee. "Kate...we want to make love with you tonight," Jen whispered, beginning to softly caress Kate's right knee. Kate sat straight up as if she had received an electric shock. "I...I've never done this before." "That's okay, Kate," I said gently. "Do you want to have sex with us?" Kate sighed and paused briefly before she replied. "Yes..." she whispered. Kate leaned her head back against the seat back and I kissed her mouth gently. "You two are so wonderful," Kate said dreamily. Jen placed her hand on Kate's left cheek and rolled Kate's her head toward her lips. They kissed deeply. When they had broken their first Sapphic kiss, Kate's breathing became heavier. Then she whimpered softly to herself and her legs fell open. We had a few more miles to drive, but I took her invitation and allowed my hand to descend slowly to the humid heat of her pussy mound. I caressed Kate gently through her jeans while she and Kate resumed kissing. Jen's mounting excitement emboldened Jen and she tugged Kate's tee shirt out of the waistband of her cut-offs. I heard Kate gasp as Jen's moved her hand under Kate's tee to cup and fondle her breasts though the lacy bra. "I want... to touch you too," Kate pleaded. "Your turn will come soon, Kate, but right now is just for you." We reached the park at last and I pulled the car off the gravel road and parked in the small clearing by the river. It was still twilight and the world was bathed in last golden rays of the setting sun. I turned off the ignition and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. Kate spread her legs wider and thrust her still jean-covered pussy into my hand. Jen and I leaned over Kate to share a kiss while Kate hugged us both to her. "Don't you think we should finish what we've started here?" Jen asked. And with that she pulled Kate's tee shirt over her head. We peeled Kate's bra straps down shoulders and kissed and caressed her heaving tits, our fingers rolling over her rock-hard nipples. I reached for the clasp on Kate's back and the lacy fabric fell free. Kate leaned back, moaning softly, as Jen and I shared her rose-colored nipples. As I suckled Kate, I felt Jen's hand descend to loosen Kate's cut-offs. Jen unsnapped them and I heard them unzip as Kate raised her hips to permit Jen slide them down her smooth legs. Kate's clothing was reduced to tiny white bikini panties, now completely soaked with her juices. That time, I did the honors stripping her naked. My cock was straining against my jeans as I remembered the thick blanket we always kept in the backseat. For the moment, I turned my attention back to kissing Kate and rolling and pinching her nipples. Kate's pussy was shaved except for a patch of closely cropped brown hair on her mound. As I kissed Kate, I heard the slick sounds of Jen's fingers gathering Kate's wetness for lubrication as she began to caress our young friend's clitoris. Jen's skillful fingers began to work their magic as Kate spread her legs wider. Kate's cries and moans grew louder as Jen finger-fucked her with two and finally three fingers, slick with Kate's juices. Jen's finger fucking combined with the pressure of her soft palm against Kate's clit soon became more than she could take. The sounds of Jen's fingers in Kate's sopping cunt increased just as Kate clutched my arm, pressed her head into my shoulder -- and came. "Oh...Oh...Oh my GOD...oh...Oh...OH". Kate thrashed and bucked as Jen's fingers finished her off. When Kate's intense orgasm had subsided, Jen lifted her fingers, coated with Kate's pussy juice, to Kate's lips. Jen and I smiled as we watched her suck then and lick them clean. We held Kate and caressed her as she thanked us both with warm hugs and kisses. "I'll get the blanket," I said, opening the door. I spread out the large blanket as Jen helped Kate from the car. Now we would see if Kate would reciprocate. We gently guided the nude twenty year-old, still weak from her orgasm, to center of the blanket. I then decided that it was time to test Kate's submissiveness. "Kate, strip Jen now." Kate's fingers trembled as she obediently undid the top hook and then unzipped Jen's dress the length of her back. As the the dress opened it revealed a pink bra and a matching thong. Kate carefully pushed the sleeves of Jen's dress from her arms and it fell to her feet. The sight of Jen's sudden nakedness made my jean-constricted cock throb almost painfully. Kate unfastened Jen's bra, and lovingly kissed Jen's skin where she slid the straps one by one over the older woman's shoulders. The bra fell away to join her dress on the blanket. "Kate, now kiss Jen." Jen turned to her and they embraced kissing passionately. I stripped quickly while I watched them exploring each other with hands, fingers, and tongues. "Make her naked, Kate." Kate knelt and looked up into Jen's eyes as she slowly lowered the tiny thong the length Jen's tanned legs. Kate gasped at the sight of Jen's smooth pussy, which we had shaved bare in preparation for the evening's activities. Jen's nude body now contrasted lewdly with the high-strapped scandals she still was wearing. Contemplating what surely would be demanded of her, Kate's gaze fixed on Jen's pouting nether lips, which then glistened with her sexual excitement. I approached the two nude women and kissed Jen long and passionately, making Kate watch. Jen then grasped my pulsing erection and guided it toward the kneeling twenty year-old's face. Kate raised her hands to assist but Jen stopped her. "Just use your mouth, Kate." "Hands behind your back." Jen and I were pleased as we watched Kate obey, crossing her hands submissively just above the silky smoothness of her lovely ass. Jen took Kate by her thick brown hair and firmly lowered the young sub's parted lips over my waiting cock. "Mmm...mmmf," Kate moaned as together Jen and I fucked the horny sub-slut's mouth. Jen released Kate's hair and watched as she continued to tongue and suck me with abandon. Jen could see that I was getting very close to flooding Kate's mouth with my cum, but she had other plans. "I want a some of that hot tongue now," Jen whispered to me. I pulled my cock from Kate's mouth and Jen knelt in front of her to kiss her. "Lie down on your back, Jen," I said. Jen lay back onto the blanket placing the kneeling young woman between her sexy strapped calves. "Eat Jen's pussy Kate, until she comes." Kate slowly lowered her head between her bisexual lover's thighs. I watched as her tongue made its first contact with Jen's slick pussy lips. Kate licked tentatively at first but quickly became adept at pleasuring woman-flesh, responding to the sighs and moans she was eliciting from Jen's lips. Jen writhed and moaned as Kate's skills as a pussy-licker increased. I watched with pleasure as Kate's mouth and chin became slick with Jen's fuck-juices. "She's...oh fuck...she's going to make me come," Jen panted, amazed that the inexperience Kate could be bringing her off so quickly. I saw in Jen's face that her orgasm was indeed close and I leaned to kiss her though it. I grasped hard nipples and pinched them firmly as Kate continued to lap at Jen's liquid sex. The sudden pressure on her nipples combined with Kate's velvet tongue on her engorged clit sent Jen over the edge. Her back arched as a powerful orgasm coursed through her. "Oh yesss....ah...oh fuck YES!" Jen cried. Despite Jen's cries and writhing, Kate stayed with her until she had delivered the last spasms of passion from Jen's sopping-wet cunt. Kate lifted her cum-soaked face from Jen's thighs and smiled at me, pleased with her first bisexual accomplishment. Kate and I then kissed Jen until she had recovered enough to speak. "Now you," Jen said to me. "I want to watch you fucking Kate." Kate smiled at me in agreement and rose to melt into my arms. I kissed and fondled her as my nude lover watched from below. Then, I placed Kate on her hands and knees and knelt behind her. Jen took my turgid cock in her hand and inserted it between her young lover's dripping pussy lips. "Fuck her!" With that, I took Kate in a single motion and fucked her in long slow strokes under Jen's excited gaze. Kate's sighs turned to moans as I rhythmically fucked her tight warmth-flooded tunnel. Jen realized that I could not last long considering the torrid girl-fuck I had just witnessed, so she used both hands to play with Kate's nipples and clitoris to speed her to orgasm. Kate came seconds later, impaling her sloppy-wet cunt on my rigid shaft and sobbing in ecstasy. My orgasm was all that remained to complete the consummation of our trio's first sexual union and Jen had already decided how and where that was to occur. Kate was still quivering from her orgasm as Jen positioned her on her knees at my feet. The young submissive instinctively crossed her wrists behind her back, lifted her face, and let her mouth fall open for my cock, which was then dripping with pre-cum. Jen took my shaft still coated with Kate's pussy juice and pumped it inches from Kate's lovely face. Jen's practiced hand quickly granted my long-awaited release and I bellowed as stream after stream of white-hot fuck shot into Kate's upturned face and waiting mouth. Kate's lovely cum-drenched face smiled up at us. "I love you both," she said. "We love you too, Kate." Seducing Katie [This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity. It involves themes of incest, specifically a father/daughter storyline. If such material offends you, please do not read further. All characters depicted herein are over the age of eighteen. As always, your votes and comments are much appreciated, and don't forget to check out my other submissions] ______________ "Have I ever told you how much I used to absolutely loath New Years Eve?" Teri giggled, taking a near stumble as she stood out of the car. "Just every December 31st," I parried playfully, reaching out to gently catch her about the waist. She was fairly well swanked on Patron margaritas and the Moet the Tom and Lisa had been toasting with at their bash. "...You do seem to have gotten over your aversion though." "Completely," Teri chortled, her eyelids sagging contentedly as I carefully led her out of the garage and into our kitchen. I heard the television playing, a pall of bluish fog filling the living room, some shrill techno dance beat screeching through the house. "Katie, we're home," I hollered. "Hi, Daddy," came the distracted response. "Ask Sister Katherine Anne if she had a good time?" Teri whispered cattily in my ear, nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck. I shushed her quietly, holding her arm as I shepherded her across the room, feeling the wobbliness in her gait—dodging back a bit as she amorously teased her fingers across the front of my trousers. "...Go on, ask her if she got lucky." "Down a little," I spoke up, seeing my daughter sprawled across the new leather recliner and motioning for her to edge the volume to a more humane level. "...How was your night?" she asked, straightening up a bit as she thumbed the remote. "Good." "It was great!" Teri burbled with a pleasantly inebriated slur. "And how was yours?" "Just stayed around like I told you." "Oh, you just need a good boyfriend, is what you need," my wife answered, skewering a playful finger in our daughter's general vicinity as she plopped herself back onto the couch. Katie dredged up an uncomfortable smile but didn't say anything back. I settled down next to Teri and glanced at the television—ecstasy-ripped kids gyrating on an open-air stage over what had to be Times Square. "So was it quiet around here?" I spoke up finally. "Don't go changing the subject," Teri chided with feigned outrage, a wide grin splayed across her silken red lips—she was feeling no pain whatsoever. "I..." "You are too beautiful a girl..." she went on, turning back to Katie, numbly faltering over her own words. "A very, very beautiful girl," I cut in, waggling an eyebrow as I spoke, feeling for my little girl as she shifted uneasily on the tines of her mother's gaze. "Too beautiful to be sitting home alone on..." "Mom, I'm..." Inwardly I cringed, knowing that this was how it always got started with these two, Teri pushing her on some point, Kate getting prickly and hurt, saying something back and then... "You just need to show off the goods a bit, kiddo," my wife said with a taunting giggle, sashaying a bit as she leaned forward and naughtily set her breasts swaying in that low-cut black dress. "Ughh," Katie sounded under her breath, reaching down to switch channels, as if just for something to divert her mother off this particular tangent—Jackie Gleason suddenly prancing across the screen in some ancient Honeymooners rerun. "Go 'Ugh-ugh' all you want, but this is how you have to get 'em interested, girlie. A little wiggle here an' a little waggle there." Teri smirked at me, unconsciously trailing her tongue over her upper lip—"Go on, tell her I'm right." "I'll tell her I think it's time we go to bed," I offered judiciously. "And when that doesn't do it, then you'll just have to get a bit more impetuous," Teri whispered conspiratorially across to her, her hand snaking right onto my lap, making me instinctively pull away from those marvelously expressive fingers. "...See." I gently clasped Teri's wrist and glanced over at my daughter—she was shaking her head, hands over her eyes, as if absolutely mortified by it all. "Time for bed," I repeated, easing my wife up off the sofa, realizing too late that she'd worked her usual magic and gotten me completely hard, the front of my trousers embarrassingly tented. I angled away from Katie, but was sure she'd probably seen it. "Time for bed," Teri mimed, a pleased expression as she glanced down to my crotch. "Good night," Katie muttered, still tossing her head a bit, still averting her eyes from us as we edged out of the room. "Night, babe," I answered. "...I'm getting lucky," Teri teased in a bright sing-song voice, loud enough to make sure our daughter caught every word. "I'm a getting lucky." ______________________ "You protect her too much, you know that?" Teri was muttering as she stood in front of the dresser taking off her earrings. "I just didn't want another argument," I answered softly, dropping my shirt into the hamper. "She needs to get out there and date. Have some fun for god's sake!" "I know what you're saying, but she's young, she has lots of time." "Oh, come on," my wife scoffed dismissively. "You know Daddy is just dreading the day when some horned-out kid gets to..." "Let's not talk about this, okay," I said, offering a mollifying smile. "I don't know," Teri answered teasingly, deftly peeling the black dress down her body as she stood across from me. As always I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched her disrobe, the lacy black brassiere, the black panties cut high on her slender thighs, the nylons bunching as she eased them down past her ankles, all creamy flesh now, her breasts still fairly firm and pert, the nipples small and dark, the perfectly symmetrical tuft of darkish hair at her mound. "So..." she whispered seductively, coming up to stand before me, her painted fingernails trailing over my bare chest, finding the buckle of my belt, a directness that always thrilled me as she deftly opened my trousers, my cock springing to a well-earned freedom like a crazed convict just out on parole. "So?" I answered huskily, her feathered attention to my shaft maddening, the silky caress of her palm over my tightened scrotum, a delicious, breath-catching scrape of nails across the nerve-rich patch of flesh just to south thereof. "So how long's it been since you fucked the brains out of a drunk girl?" she purred. "I think...um, what day is it today?" She gripped my balls bringing me up to my tippy-toes, her eyes dancing lustily: "...I'd answer very carefully?" "I just remembered," I replied in a shrill falsetto that made her giggle again. "...Seems like it was a year ago to the day—and oddly enough, she looked a lot like you." "Did you make her suck on that big cock of yours?" my wife whispered through clenched teeth, shoving me back across our bed, pants tangled down around my feet. "I seem to recall that she didn't need all that much encouragement." "...Really?" Teri murmured as she slid catlike up the length my body, straddling me, a dull echoing as she mouthed up along my throat and over my ear, a faint mist of lightly perfumed perspiration clinging to her skin—holding my gaze as she kissed down the center of my sternum, slowly toying the nipple of her right breast along the underside of my cock. She came back up with her lips, swallowing nearly my entire shaft with a single daring bob of her head, lolling now, still silently studying my face through the curtain of her dark hair, the lush wetness of sloshing saliva, a swirling her tongue—coming up off me after a moment with a deliberate scrape of teeth. "Was that how she did it?" I couldn't answer save for a numbed grin. Teri gripped my glistening cock and positioned her face over it again, her eyes glinting with that wanton craziness that would seize her from time to time. "See, this is exactly what that daughter of ours ought to be doing," she smirked, flicking her tongue over the thick spongy head "Just keep doing what you were doing." I said too quickly, wanting that sweet mouth on me again—and definitely not wanting to talk about our Katie while I was watching her nude mother perform a truly expert act of fellatio upon me. "I'm serious," she grinned, sensuously sliding her hand up and down cock now, kissing away a bright bead of semen as it formed. "...Don't you think she'd be so much happier if she was down on her knees with one of these in her pretty face?" "Teri..." "I should call her in and let her watch, is what I should do," my wife went on wickedly, still ministering to me, suddenly using her mouth again, suctioning on me hard, easing off as I started bucking my hips off the mattress. "...Would that be okay?" Again I couldn't answer—couldn't utter a coherent sentence if my life depended upon it. "I could just have her sit right there on the edge of the bed and she..." "Don't stop," I wheezed, setting a palm to the back of her head, only to have her playfully toss it off. "...Look how big we're getting. You're thinking about her watching, aren't you?" "Please just keep going," I heard myself say. "No, you have to answer first," she scolded, wagging a finger up at me. "...Wouldn't you just love having our tight-assed princess in here watching me suck your cock? ...I can teach her some of my patented blow-job tricks." I couldn't even laugh, the blood audibly whooshing through my skull—my wife could tell she was getting to me now, just like just she always did with her racy bantering. This though was an incomprehensibly new twist—something so wrong I could fucking taste it. "If you wanted, I could maybe even let her try it out with you. You wouldn't mind that a bit, would you?" Teri was down on me again, sucking my cock with carnal abandon—again bobbing up off me just as I felt the first stirrings of climax, a delicate thread of spittle clinging to her chin as she went on: "I think she'd like sucking your cock. I really do. ...Would you want her to undress first?" "...Yeah," I heard myself reply in a husked tone—Teri let the smile on her face spread, a rabid glint in her dark brown eyes. "She has a great set of tits that daughter of ours," she whispered, crawling up so that she was lying atop me, our faces a scant inch apart. "I saw them last summer when we were at the shore...They're bigger than mine, a lot bigger." I reached to kiss her, but she lifted away, our lips barely brushing. "Nipples are big as silver dollars," she went on, circling her thumb and forefinger together in a rough approximation of Kate's areola. "...You know she'd probably love for you suck on 'em. ...I wanted to suck on them myself, I did. I really imagined myself just gnawing down on one of...!" I grasped her head in my hands and pulled her down to me, kissing her hard, teeth clinking away on each other, that fleeting pulse of tongue as she struggled free of my grip, eyelids clamping as my cock inadvertently found the warm curve of her vulva. Teri reached down between us and threaded me into her sodden crevice, a strangled gasp as she lowered her pelvis fully onto it. I watched my wife lift herself up so that she was astraddle my waist, her tits bouncing as she started to ride it, both hands splayed on my chest for support, the quickening in her breath as she gyrated down on it. "Am I doing it...am I doing it right, Dad?" she murmured with practiced innocence, the invitation implicit in her glazed eyes. "Yeah, baby." I moaned, reaching up to lightly pinch a nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. "That's how you do it, that's how you do it." "Dad..." "Katie..." "Oh, Daddy..." I felt the walls of her vagina clench as the orgasm struck, a squeal of pleasure as she frantically bucked away on my pole, breasts swaying crazily, the cords of her neck taut, eyes quivering beneath her clamped lids... "Daddy..." she keened desperately, over and over again until the sound petered to a near wordless bleating. I stifled a scream as I started to spurt inside her, grappling onto her soft hips and pummeling her down onto me with a final savage heave, fiercely grinding our bodies together until it was completely spent—a stunned instant of recognition as our eyes met and then the enveloping blackness of sleep... ___________________ I came awake with a start, daylight pouring through the high windows, a familiar whoosh of water—Teri's humming a tune I couldn't quite place. I rolled out of bed, sitting at the edge of the mattress for a long minute, shaking the haze from my brain. It had been one of those physically draining sleeps—narcotized, fucking lobotomized; opening my eyes sometime afterward, the lights still on, my wife deflated atop me, snoring softly, her face on my chest in a puddle of drool, my cock shriveled out of her. As gently as I could, I'd rolled her off me and lay there alongside of her, instantly drifting off again, vivid snippets of dreams jarring me up to consciousness, feverish bursts of color, a young girl's weeping, strained indecipherable words... "Fuck," I muttered aloud, flashing back to the one I'd just woken to, the fucker almost ruining me. I tossed my head again and stepped into the bathroom. The bathroom was thick with steam—I wiped a circle of mirror and yawned at my reflection. What a bent fucking pervert, I reflected darkly, the previous evening's high jinks catching me like a sucker punch in the sober light of a new day, the first fucking day of a new year. I picked up the Listerine and swigged right from the bottle, sloshing it around my mouth till the burn cleared my mind. "Hey," I said, pulling the curtain back a bit, amused when Teri tried to hide herself. I blew a kiss at her and she stuck out her tongue in response, yanking the curtain shut. I listened to her washing, picking up her humming again—what in the hell was that song anyway? "I'm never imbibing again," she announced. "I think I'll join you in the temperance pledge," I answered, leaning close to the mirror and examining my tongue as I heard the water shut off. "I'm serious," Teri went on, opening the curtain and plucking up her towel. I turned to look at her in the mist—she was drying herself unconsciously as I watched, grinning as she felt my attention. "Well, I know we fucked," she grinned mischievously. "But I don't remember all that much else about the evening's events." "...You didn't wear a lampshade." "Well that's a positive. ...It was you I fucked, wasn't it?" "I think I was in line there somewhere?" Teri came up to me, towel turbaned around her wet hair, an almost chaste peck on my lips. "Well, I probably enjoyed you the most, just like always," she said, looking down at my hardening member. "...Uh, uh, buster, not today, even my jaw is sore from last night." "Oh, I think you could be persuaded," I laughed. "Uh-uh," she said with a wry shake of her head, fixed in place in the doorway. "...But don't worry, I'll just tag off on Katie"—a casual mocking tone, eyes wide with her best 'gotcha' look—"send our little Mother Superior right upstairs to suck that baby dry." I stared at the closed door for several seconds, noting the peel of debauched laughter from the opposite side, too much to ask that she would've gotten amnesia as to that particularly delectable factoid. I got in the shower, savoring the sting of the water on my face. The dream that had jarred me awake doing another involuntary replay in my mind—our cottage at the lake, early morning, treading water, watching as my daughter slowly made her way down the steep path. I glanced down at my stiffened prick, hot in my lathered hand, stroking it methodically, back and forth, concentrating on the memory now—Katie standing on the dock, staring down at me, my asking where her mother was, her answer that she was still asleep, that faltering smile, a checkered halter-top knotted at her midriff—a get-up my girl wouldn't be caught dead in ever —her fingers wordlessly undoing the cinch, draping it back over her shoulders, a vision of lewdly sloping breasts, perfectly shaped youthful globes, nipples thick and hardened. Her hands sliding her denim cutoffs down along her perfectly muscled thighs—something else my Kate would never, ever, even try on, let alone don in public—that livid blush rising high on her cheeks... "Daddy?" I must've leapt six inches in the air, not having heard the bathroom door come open—or her knock, which I'm certain she'd done— cringing around towards the tiled wall as if she could somehow spy me through the shower curtain. "What," I snapped in an overtly strained voice. "Mom said you wanted me for something," came her voice, a bemused note, as if she'd supposed what I'd actually been doing in there, though most definitely not guessing at the object of my desire. "I'll tell you later," I said, controlling the tremor in my tone, a deep breath to settle my libido, though my cock, trained dog that it is, remained ramrod straight. "I'm going over to Karen's in a while." "It isn't important," I said. "...I'll take care of it." I heard her sigh, the sound moving, following it in my mind, footfalls light on the damp tile floor. The commode lid dropping. "I can go over later if you need me for something," she said—she was sitting down on it, just outside the curtain, a bored, dissolute air to her words. "No, baby, just go...have fun." I took hold of my dick and deliberately resumed my stroking, slower now, still facing against the wall, the hot water blistering off my skin. "You're sure?" she went on, another long sigh. "Yeah," I said, closing my eyes and seeing her casually step off the dock, her body cutting the lake water perfectly, her breasts wondrously buoyant as she drifted into my arms... "...You're coming back for the Penn State game tonight?" I queried after a very long moment. "Yeah." "Okay, we'll see you then, babe." "Bye." "Bye-bye," I muttered, listening carefully for the sound of the door closing. ...coming into my arms so tentatively, the water very cold, our legs treading together, thickened nipples brushing against my bare chest, her lips barely contacting mine... An animalistic wail as I came, semen splattering thickly off the blue porcelain, my legs sagging till I was literally down on my knees, grunting with each added spurt as I jacked away furiously—out of breath, wheezing like a three-pack a day Camel. I blinked several times, shook my head, opaque clots of semen whirling down the drain. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of my own ragged breathing—a curtain of fog drifting over my lakeside visage, shivering in the water now, letting Katie slip from my grasp, her beautiful eyes filling with tears as she angrily kicked away from me, her lower lip trembling with sadness and betrayal, shouting her name as she was steadily devoured within the bank of pale mist. __________________ "That's it there," I said, pointing across the front seat of the Escalade just as the Cathedral of Learning came into view. "It's pretty ugly," Katie grimaced, as she took in the massive stone-faced monolith. "Wait till you go inside," I went on, turning my attention back to the snarled traffic on route 22. "No ventilation, all stale air. It's like the worst designed building in history of architecture." "Wonderful," she replied, cocking an eyebrow at me as she settled back into her seat. It was the last week in May, and it was baking out—only eleven in the morning and the Escalade's dash display was already reading 92° as an outside temp. We'd been on the road since five-thirty in the morning, hauling straight out with only one stop at a McDonald's for greasy egg-an'-sausage biscuits and orange juice. Seducing Katie "Watch for our exit," I said, seeing Katie lean in a bit to read the overhead signs. I glanced over at her once more. Her curly, fiery red mane was tied back so severely as to seem painful. "It's the one right after this," she spoke up. I nodded and flicked on my turn signal, easing the vehicle to the right hand lane. We were in Pittsburgh, for of all things, a historical research competition; a paper of Kate's having placed well enough in an advanced placement class as to warrant an invitation to present it orally at the university, a real feather in her cap academically speaking. All three of us were originally slated to attend—a nice family weekend—but Teri had had to back out three weeks ago due to a scheduling conflict at her job, so it was just me and the kid solo. Driving into the city I had to admit that I was excited to be alone with my daughter for four days straight—not that I was consciously planning anything of a nefarious nature, nothing like that at all really. That wasn't to say, however, that I hadn't been toying with a whole lot of sexual fantasies with her bare flesh the featured centerpiece. If anything I'd have to confess to becoming quite obsessed with erotic scenarios involving my seduction of her. On some level, I was actually more than a bit unhinged over the whole deal. I swung down the steep ramp at the Oakland exit, marveling at how readily the guilt had receded from my mind as regards these fantasies, as if I had willfully cauterized those precincts of my psyche where such crippling emotions dwelt. Oh, and yes, my wife had made sure that the embers continued to glow warmly, always with a subtle yet aptly placed comment as to Kate's physical attributes, sporadically dredging up some sinfully hot bit of role-playing to spice up one of our frequent mating sessions—and yes, I did confess to that initial dream of the two of us down by the lake, which Teri mused would have had Dr. Freud himself stroking his cigar with a bit more Viennese gusto. Still, it was a fantasy, and that was it. I wasn't some scrofulous old hillbilly out to pop little Daisy Mae's cherry down back in the woodshed. But our fantasies were safe—they allowed us the ease of living in differing worlds, worlds which we wouldn't otherwise ever wish to visit in reality. I had lots of fantasies over the years, most of which I would never have wanted to parlay into my present reality. Just some fun stuff, nothing more. _____________________ "The reservation was for a room with two queen beds," I repeated once more to the immaculately dressed woman at the registration desk, watching as she studied the flat monitor and issued a truly regretful shake of her perfectly coifed ivory hair. "I'm sorry but it was specifically noted that your room was to have a king-sized bed," she said, pointing to the screen which of course I couldn't even see. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, holding it, grinding my teeth. —"specifically noted" spelled out one thing for me—I could see Teri at home busting a gut when she cooked up this insidious little gem. But it wasn't funny at all, no way; I looked across the lobby and spied my Katie perusing the hotel's pricey gift shop. "And you can't..." "I'm so sorry, but we are totally booked." "Well, it is myself and my teenage daughter and I don't think..." "I can try to find you a room at another facility, but with this..." she went on, again with that sad toss of her head as her words trailed off. She'd already checked off the litany of conferences and events besieging Pittsburgh on this particular weekend, that plus the fact that I'd seen at least three different welcome stations as we'd passed through the lobby, each for differing groups and tours. ...Who in the fuck wanted to come to the paradise of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania for a fucking convention anyway, I reflected blackly, catching Kate's attention and eliciting a bright smile and a happy wave. "Tell you what," I said, bringing a bright smile of my own to the surface. "Can you send a cot up for us, one of those foldaway beds?" "Certainly," she answered perkily. "Then that works out just dandy." "And we are so..." I waved the apology away, feeling much lighter as I slid the master card from my wallet. __________________________ "You can't sleep on this," Kate said emphatically, a slight press of her hand setting the foldaway into a dangerous creak. "It'll be okay," I answered doubtfully, watching as she yanked back the sheets from the thin, suspiciously stained gray mattress beneath. "You are not sleeping on this, no way," she went on. "Well," I started, not sure of what I could say in defense of the dilapidated wreck of metal and sagging springs. "It's king-sized," Katie went on, cutting off whatever it was she thought I was going to say and striding over to the huge bed at the room's center. She pressed her palms to the mattress—it sounded soft and comfortable, it actually did. "...You have your half, and I have mine. Now don't be silly about it." "But..." "Your half"—she rolled her eyes, slowing her words while increasing the volume, as one would for the infirm—"My half. ...Okay?" "...Okay." And from there the day took a decidedly upward trajectory; we registered at the student union for Katie's presentation, dined on hotdogs and French fries at the O, a Pitt staple that had my daughter's eyes widened with its greasy seediness and the vast amalgam of people filtering through the joint's front door. We wandered up to the CMU campus and back down through the park, both of us completely exhausted from our early start and the baking temps. "Which side do you want?" Kate giggled as we got our suitcases unpacked. "I don't really mind," I answered distractedly, going through my packed belongings again—no pajamas. Now I never wore them at home, but knowing that I'd be sharing a room with my girl, I had purposely bought a new pair. And I had put them inside the suitcase myself yesterday afternoon, but now they were MIA. I flipped through the clothes one more time, hearing Teri's teasing laughter echo through my brain. "You forget something?" "Your mother didn't pack my pajamas." "Oh," she said, serious for a second and then grinning mischievously as she drew a palm across her face: "...Promise I'll keep my eyes closed." I shook my head and piled everything into a drawer. I looked back up at my daughter as she carefully laid her clothes in her selected drawer. Meticulous in this as in everything else, Kate placed things into a neat order, totally focused on the immediate task at hand. She was a very tall girl, over five-foot-eleven; watching her weight from when she was younger, probably one-thirty or so now, full-figured with a voluptuous curve to her hips, longish legs, an abundant bust that I could sense she was overly conscious of. Her taste in clothes gave lie to this, the high cut collars, the skirts cutting just above her strong ankles, her curly red hair tied back with such priggish determination. Not to say that there wasn't a sense of style to her, as there was, just a willful posturing to her physical self, a barrier to hold most at arm's length. Her shoulders stiffened as if sensing my attention and I quickly said I was going to hop in the shower, crossing paths with her as I came out and she went in, climbing into my half of the king-sized bed clad in a tee shirt and blue boxers. I turned on the television and listened to the shower running, my dick coming to sudden life despite my fatigue—I bundled the comforter, glad for the air-conditioned chill in the room. A few surreptitious strokes until the water stopped, my penis staying hard on its own volition. "I'm so beat," she said, a billow of steam about her. I'd clicked off all but the reading lamp at my side of the bed, seeing that she was decked out in a modest night gown that cut off high on her thigh. I became aware of my wandering gaze and looked away quickly. "Me too," I muttered as she nonchalantly pulled back the sheets and comforter and crawled in across from me, leaning across to lightly peck at my cheek. "Night," she said, the weighty feel of her breast against my arm for just an instant. "Sleep good, got a busy day tomorrow," I answered, reaching across to kill the last light. Tired as I was, I laid awake for most of an hour, riding as close to the edge of my half of the bed as humanly possible, hearing Kate's breathing settle and finally fall into a contented rhythm just shy of a snore. And finally I too was drifting, drifting... I dreamily arose from the blackness of some dream, not fully remembering where I was at first, unfamiliar as I rolled onto my left side, a light cough, stretching for a comfortable position, brushing into the softness of another body I instinctively mistook for Teri's, finding the smooth curve of her waist with my hand as I tumbled back into my slumber with a deep sigh, insinuating myself into that familiar warmth, the tickle of hair as it shrouded my face... Drifting upward again from a the tides of darkness, my eyes still closed to whatever light existed within the room, barely stirring in fact save for a weak moan, I realized what I was feeling, or what I thought I feeling... A hand tentatively exploring my hardened cock through my boxers—the involuntary catch in my breath sent the hand into a deft retreat, if that was what it had been at all. I shifted my weight slightly and made a point of sighing loudly, purposely nestling my head into the bunched up hotel pillow. I knew where I was this time, who I was in bed with. A shallow moan as I purposely settled my breath into the cadence of deep sleep, the fog completely cleared from my mind, waiting... The touch resumed after several interminable minutes, my cock rock hard with anticipation by now, bent uncomfortably within the folds of my shorts. The exploration was hesitant at first, fingertips curiously tracing the outlines of my shaft, marking the bulbous head with a delicate scratch of nails, a deliberate ease as a single digit daringly found the slit of my fly, an electric rush of skin on skin as she slipped the finger inside the fabric and was—stroking the taut flesh of my dick, coursing through the kinked pubic hair, deeper as she found the upper reaches of my scrotum... I listened to her breath coarsen. My daughter's breath, my daughter touching me down there, Katie's breathing thin and ragged... I rolled away from her out of sheer desperation, heart racing. I made myself cough loudly, stirring myself across the mattress as if coming awake, aware of my daughter turning away from me. Another cough, louder this time... I didn't really think about it at all as I rolled back towards her, draping an arm about her waist again, this time snuggling her back into my body, murmuring Teri's name beneath my breath as her ass sidled into my crotch, casually pressing my erect prick solidly into the roundness of her backside, my mouth to the back of her neck, kissing her wetly through her hair. Willing my body to sag a bit as if drifting off once more, her young body rigid with tension though she didn't cringe away at all... Again I murmured Teri's name, melding it into a restful snore, any vestige of tension draining from my limbs as I, in the most natural way possible, slipped my right hand over her covered breast. ____________________ I awoke the next morning feeling as if I hadn't slept a wink, which wasn't that far from the mark, though I was firmly ensconced on my side of the bed, and Kate was hugging the rim of the mattress on her side. The day floated by with us listening to some of the presentations at Kate's event, her own presentation scheduled for the late following afternoon. She seemed tense, but then again I could be reading much into it, as I myself was squirming with uncertainty. I couldn't get my mind off what had transpired with us the previous night—I was aroused to a level I had never before imagined possible. We had dinner that night at a nice restaurant in Shadyside and took a ride up one of the incline rails at the bottom of Mount Washington. I chewed without tasting the food; I saw and heard things without feeling at all present in the situation. "Good night," she said, again in the same nightgown, embroidered flowers on one side, cloth covered buttons running the length of the garment. "Night, babe," I answered, leaning over as she lightly kissed my cheek. The lights out, I rested for the longest time, waiting for something to happen. The drapes were pulled wide and ambient light filtered in from the street below. I sensed that Kate was awake too, lying there, watching the long shadows play across the ceiling. I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I came aware of the touch slowly, a vague recognition at first that didn't quite register in the upper portion of my brain. I was flat on my back, her hand very soft as it satisfied whatever curiosities she still held, slow and thorough as she defined my throbbing cock through the thin fabric. I rolled towards her and then, almost instantly, away from her, the attending sounds and motions of coming awake on my own. Clearing my throat as I sat up at the edge of the bed, walking to the tall window and feeling her gaze upon my back. I stretched out, hands reaching toward the ceiling and then quietly padded off to bathroom and closed the door. With difficulty I freed my penis, the need to piss very real. I stood there for a long time until it softened enough to start, the stream splitting helter-skelter past the edges of the bowl—I mopped the splattered piss up off the floor with toilet paper and flushed it. "So?" I mouthed to my own reflection. I took the small bottle of hotel mouthwash and swilled it till the peppermint taste gagged me. I pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it in the corner, looking at myself in the mirror for what seemed a long while, the visceral excitement of it all crackling up my spine. I moved around to my side of the bed quietly, as if not to awaken her. She was on her side facing away from me, a slight curl to her body. I studied her for a few seconds and then slid my boxers down, stepping out of them and easing down beneath the sheets. On my back, fully awake, a cop siren off in the distance. I closed my eyes and feigned the sounds of sleep, waiting... Katie rolled over towards me after some time, a small shift in her weight that registered across the mattress. I could sense her attention like a prickle of needles on my face. I felt the movement as she gingerly edged closer, the careful touch of her hand to my bare skin... The instant of recognition as her hand froze—my eyes were on her face as the shock and surprise washed down her features, as she met my gaze with true dread. I had her by the wrists as she shrank back from me, panicked, stammering over her words... I shushed her, holding my grip on her until she fell into a cowering hush, her eyes widened with fright. I released her wrists, sensually trailing my fingertips along the back of her hands as I wordlessly rose to my knees on the bed, the sheet and comforter draping backwards across by body, frankly presenting myself to her, cock jutting out before me. I looked down at it and then back to my daughter, trying to make the small smile I offered as reassuring as possible. "It's okay," I whispered, watching her expression change slightly, a marked hesitancy, as if she were frozen still, and then she reached out slowly, her eyes locked with mine as she gingerly encircled my dick with her warm palm. "You like it?" I asked in a husked voice. She nodded. A smile faltered on her lips, stroking me back and forth now, totally unsure of herself. I leaned in and saw her stiffen, my lips to her own, lightly, at first...trailing down her smooth cheek and over her throat...she gasped, her body rigid with tension, not kissing me back at all. I came astride her, running my hand down the length of her nightgown, but not undoing so much as a button, her nipples outlined within the embroidered cloth. I kissed down her torso, through the flowered material, just teasing a nipple with my mouth as I slid lower on her body, my hands finding the silkiness of her bare thighs, slipping down to trace their inner curves with my lips, slowly, a sharp inhalation as I carefully bunched the nightgown up around her hips—she hadn't worn panties which absolutely thrilled me, her pubic thatch thin, labial folds visible in the weak light—Katie hitched up as I cupped the underside of her buttocks and brought my face to her vagina. I ran my tongue along the slit, finding it very wet, probing deeper, the taste briny and rich, salt and a vague remembrance of bananas. She moaned, squirming as I explored her depths, finding that perfect little bud, a delicate nib, pressing my tongue to it with swirls...a primal shriek from Katie, her abdominal muscles roiling as I settled into a fast rhythm with it, she shrieked, her thighs wildly pincering on my head, hips bucking upwards off the mattress, I was sucking her clit hard now, my daughter thrashing as the climax wracked through her body for several interminable seconds. "...Are you okay?" Kate was breathing heavily, an arm hooked over her eyes. I kissed her on the cheek, then again. She nodded, still with her eyes hidden. "...Can I take this off?" I asked, fingering a button in the middle of her nightgown, her chest heaving up and down as she fought to settle herself. She nodded, still hiding her gaze from mine. I undid the button, then the next, then another, working upwards along her chest... "Wait," she blurted, and with a lithe swing was up on her knees besides me. She reached over and switched on the reading light, both of us blinking in the sudden glare. A bashful grin, almost as if she were steeling herself—she lifted the gown up by the hem and pulled it upward over her head, dropping it to the floor, her grin widening as she knelt there in the light. Her breasts were heavy and exquisitely firm, the nipples rusty brown, thick around as my pinkie, her pubic mound the same fiery hue as her hair. "You can do whatever you want to me," she whispered as if it were the best secret she'd ever shared. I lifted up and touched her tit, took it in my mouth, feeling her quiver as I bit down on it softly. "Can..." "You can say it, Dad." I chuckled uncomfortably, embarrassed now, just fondling those perfect young breasts—fucking Playboy tits. "Do you wanna fuck me?" I felt ill at ease with the word now, which I know sounds ludicrous as there I was in the middle of a hotel bed with my naked teenage daughter, my cock as hard as it had ever been in my entire forty-three years on this earth. "You have to say it," Katie teased, lowering herself back onto the mattress, toying with my cock freely now. "Yeah, I want to fuck you." "Do you have something, you know..." "What?" I stammered, then realizing what she was asking: "...You mean a..." She nodded with a sharp jack of her head. "I'm what you call fixed, baby," I chuckled, hoping that it wouldn't matter to her. "...No more babies." "Except for me, right?" I nodded and my girl hitched up just a bit, her pale skin aglow with passion. I got between her legs and spread them gently. "Will it hurt?" "It might," I answered, positioning myself against her vulva—a shiver, a veil of goosebumps rising along her legs. "...I'll be careful." Kate smiled and I cautiously eased myself into her wet vulva, another inch or so and she gasped with pain. "Are you..." Katie was still for just a second and then, with a frenzied upward thrust of her pelvis, devoured me completely, her long satiny legs wrapped around me as I surged into her body... Seducing Katie __________________ "She jumped two feet out of her seat when they called her name," I said into the telephone, staring out over the darkening, tree-lined streets of Pittsburgh. Kate had pulled off first place in her competition earlier that afternoon, an embossed certificate and the partial academic scholarship that went with it. My wife whooped into the line at her end, a rah-rah cheer that made me lift the receiver from my ear. "She's in the shower, she'll be right out," I said in answer to a query. Listening as Teri burbled on happily, turning with a start as Kate came out of the shower wrapped in a large white towel, with another turbaned about her wet hair. "It's your Mom," I announced, tilting the phone towards her. Katie took it from me and stood alongside me at the window, blathering on herself about the award, repeating the same things I'd just told my wife—no awkwardness in her posture, not a whiff of discomfiture in her voice. "They're having a regatta here tomorrow, down where the rivers meet," she spoke up eagerly, catching me in the corner of her eye. "Tell Dad to take me to it!" She listened for an instant and then nodding held the phone out towards me. "...She said it'll be my reward." "Okay," I smiled, sitting against the window ledge as I suddenly contemplated another two nights alone in this room with her. "There," she went on with a happy stamp of her foot. "I knew he'd do it if you said so." Two more nights, and what from there, I pondered, watching her but not following along with her side of the conversation. My wife hadn't mentioned a thing, not even her usual jesting digs on the subject; no queries as to how the accommodations were. And in the weird way I didn't feel guilty over any of it, even though I knew I should. I'd never cheated on Teri, not once, but here I was with our girl... I flashed back to that instant where I'd come inside her last night, not having meant to fuck her hard , but having done just that after she exploded into her second orgasm, straining violently against each other as if neither wished it to end, coming awake that morning our nude bodies tangled together. Kate was my first virgin, not something that would really seem to matter, but it did. It filled me with a startling sense of sexual power, a feeling that on some level she was mine, my possession. Katie caught me staring at her and calmly uncinched the towel, letting it crumble about her feet, never missing a beat on her side of the conversation. I swallowed hard, dizzy a bit with the wanton display. "Here, talk to Dad," she chimed loudly. "I have to dry off." I stood as I took the receiver from her and put it to my ear—Kate stood there, brazenly bared before the window for a moment before she gracefully eased to her knees in front of me. "Why don't you go help her dry off," Teri chided happily from our house. Kate had my trousers undone, eager as she tugged them down around my ankles, then my boxers... "I don't know, maybe I will," I answered into the phone, watching my daughter now as she approached my hard-on, a fleeting kiss atop the thick spongy head. "I hope you do, baby," Teri mused as Kate tentatively took her first cock into her mouth, retching as it went too deep, grinning around it, hazel eyes dancing up at me full of mischief. "...Go on now, dry that little wench off good." ___________________ "Well, I can certainly say that our daughter seems a bit...a bit saucier." I nodded, lifting the greenish bottle to read the label. "That would be an apt description wouldn't it?" "She's saucy alright," I answered back. "So was everything okay with your hotel?" Teri went, settling the cabernet down at the very edge of the table. "Fine," I answered dryly, giving the glass a good swirl, watching my wife's expression through the viscous crawl of good wine. We'd just gotten back a few hours ago and Kate had gone over to a girlfriend's house to tell her about the competition. "I was worried that they might've messed up your reservation." "No everything was just fine. Room had a terrific view." "Even with the drapes drawn, I'd suppose?" "...Pardon." I answered in my best Dick Powell tone. "So, are you going to tell me all about it?" I sipped at the wine, wondering what she'd paid for it—it was that wonderful. I smiled at her, feeling a sudden flush of adrenalin at the pit of my stomach. "You mean about how she did up there describing her research?" "No, that's not exactly what I mean. ...I can see it in her eyes, buster." I smiled across at her, feeling the tension drain from my body. "Let's say that I'll tell you a little story, and then you'll tell me a little story," Teri went on coyly. "I know how much you adore stories." "A quid pro quo, that's what you're proposing?" "Yes," she smiled, reaching out her hand for my glass. "Can I have a taste?" I proffered the big bolo, intent as her lips parted to drink in the magnificent vintage. "So, me first I guess," she said, sliding the glass back across the table. I nodded, feeling a sudden thrill leach through my brain. "Well, you see when I was a young girl," she started, inhaling deeply on the words, a hesitancy swirling through her grin. "...When I was a young girl, I was really, really shy." "I never visualized you as being shy?" "No, I was. Awfully shy," she went on, letting her smile brighten a bit. "If a boy so much as talked to me, I'd turn ten shades of red and my mouth would freeze up like I had lockjaw." "I'm glad your jaw got unfrozen along the way," I deadpanned. "Don't be bold, and let me tell my story, okay," she continued, a brazen sexiness sparkling in her eyes. "Okay." "Well, like I said, I was young and terribly shy. And then..." "How young, exactly?" "Let's say for the purposes of our story that I was eighteen plus a single day." "Disclaimer of sorts, I take." A thin belch of laughter escaped my wife's lips—she held up her fingers, flashing all ten of them once and then ticking off the rest one digit at a time. "Go on," I smiled back, that delicious warmth coursing through my lower extremities. "So, as I was saying before you cross-examined me, I was a bashful kid who was really self-conscious about her looks and her body and"—she reached across and took the wine again, a drawing deeply on it, her hand trembling noticeably—"and I had the chance to go to a field hockey clinic in Maryland, you know how I told you my Mom and Dad were about me being good at it to help with a scholarship. Well, my Mom's brother, Dave was living down in Silver springs at the time...remember you met him at..." "I remember him." "Well he was living down there and Mom asked if I could stay at his apartment while I was going to the camp, you know to save some of the money by not boarding there for the three weeks. Well Dave was, he must've been thirty years old or so and he was...well you met him." "He was older when I met him." "Well back then he was...Christ, he was fucking gorgeous. And he knew..." Teri paused, realizing she was rambling, her eyes were so beautiful. I reached out and brushed the top of her hand, a girlish smile my reward. "Go on, I wanna hear it. ...Please." "Will you do me a favor?" "Anything," I answered, meaning it, probably never loving her more than at this instant. "Will you...will you undress. I want to see your hard cock while I tell it." "Okay," I said, climbing slowly to my feet. "You know how much I love you," she whispered hoarsely, eyes on me as I started to remove my clothes, a moist flush high on her cheeks. "I know," I said, feeling the tumescent weight to my penis as I drew the zipper of my trousers down. "...Now tell me everything." "So, your room was really good?" she giggled as my member swung to full attention across from her. "Absolutely terrific, babe," I heard myself say. "And the view was just tops."