0 comments/ 111029 views/ 5 favorites A Fate so Cruel By: csmsmith Her hair cascaded over the delicate curve of her shoulder in gentle waves of golden tresses. Her face was relaxed, no wrinkle to speak of, smooth, pale, young. She slept. She deserved the rest; her travails were great, respite had not come soon enough – unhappily. Her bare breasts rose and fell as she slowly breathed that slow, shallow breath of exhaustion. The pointed coral pink colored tips of the small cone shaped nipples appeared to hover, as they floated, perched upon the pale white skin of the small breasts. I reached for a decorative throw to cover her naked form, and to ward off the chill of the evening air. She didn't move as I tucked it around her shoulders. Her clothes lay scattered around the room, hanging from chairs, lying on the floor, crumpled under the edge of the sofa, wherever they happened to land hours earlier as she frantically removed them. I could only find one shoe, so small they almost hid themselves. I gathered what I could find, placed them neatly on the lamp table at her feet, and went to my bed, and to sleep. The morning sun chased the shadows from the room, as my eyes adjusted to the stark reality of light and a hammering head ache – the years took their toll on my ability to consume alcohol and perform physically demanding sexual acts. One or the other seemed realistic both had a severe penalty due in full sometime the next morning. Forty-five isn't old. Its just a number, but like all numbers it is only useful in certain situations; a drunken sexual interlude with a young girl is a definite mismatch. But who could resist? Not I. =*= I kept in shape after leaving the service. One thing I learned was that your health is all you have when naked and in bed. I had developed a reputation early in life as a cock's man. Mostly it was crap – stuff ex-girlfriends and guys that had been cock-blocked in the process had perpetrated as a myth. I did love sex. And tried hard to effectuate any and all sexual adventures, from my perspective I was hardly as successful as I would like to have been. Perhaps that is the point of disagreement between the divergent opinions; they thought I was too successful, I felt I wasn't. My cherry was taken in much the same manner as this discussion; I met a 'hippie chick' in a park, I was very young, she in her twenties, I was talking like I was this great lover trying hard to put the moves on her. At one point in the conversation she just said "You're trying too hard; I'm a sure thing!" I had spent over an hour prattling around the subject and didn't recognize her as a 'sure thing'. I still have problems to this day determining just where I stand with women. No, I am not going to catalog my exploits here, but this prattle is instructive. You see, in the early eighties I was posted in the south at a military installation that lacked affordable housing for soldiers. Trailer parks were where most young soldiers and their families seemed to congregate, as I did with my young wife, Ellen. Our neighbors were all about our age, and a few had kids, we didn't. Weekends were spent playing cards or board games that kept the costs of entertainment low – an important consideration for struggling military families. Our favorite couple to spend time with lived directly across the street from us, Dan and Dot. They were from Vermont, had been married right after high school and already had two kids. Dan was an effusive, fun loving guy. He made you feel good when you talked about yourself, always added a positive twist to even tragic situations. "Man, you made it here didn't you?" or, "You're sure doing well now!" a great friend. Dot was a sweetheart; petite, blonde, fun, and inexperienced in the ways of the world. Her own back yard in the Vermont hills was where she grew up, having never traveled, until they moved in across the street from us. Several months after Dan and Dot moved in Ellen had moved home to be close to her ailing grandmother. Needless to say my horn-dog inclinations being what they were, I began to frequent the local bars picking up women who just wanted casual sex, as I did. This was harder than it should have been. Maybe it was because I hadn't been dating and lacked the requisite skills, or – more likely – I just couldn't get interested in some of the slugs that passed themselves off as women. Don't get me wrong, I've screwed some pretty ugly girls from time to time. But these were very close to being declared a separate species: Unofficially I called them 'buffarillos'. I was developing a serious case of 'blue balls' when Dan's unit went on an extended training exercise, he wouldn't be back for a month. This occurred quite often so no one anticipated anything unusual. We pulled together as a small community. If someone needed transportation somebody was always available to help, it was pretty good like that back then. Anyway, Dot didn't drive – she never left her back yard, remember? – She needed a lift to the commissary, that's what soldiers call the grocery store. I volunteered and off we went. I helped her in with the bags of groceries and she thanked me profusely, a good deed done. Dot and a friend of hers decided to have a girl's night in at Dot's house that night. Both had kids, and so they were subdued in their partying, music and wine sufficed. Along about midnight I heard a knock on my door. I answered and found the two girls, quite drunk standing on my porch, sans the kids. They pressed their way by me with a giggle and a "Hello." Once inside they popped the cork on a bottle of wine and began passing it between themselves. I stood bleary eyed wondering how I would explain their presence here, when Dot's friend stood up, marched to the door, and left. The abrupt manner of her departure seemed unpremeditated at the time, later it became clear I had been set up. She was there for Dot's moral support, nothing else. Dot moved close to me, the smell of wine was thick on her. Her eyes heavy with alcohol and lust, she wasn't drunk, just uninhibited. She ran her hands down her slender hips and thighs, her eyes darting to mine to see if I was taking the bait – I was. My penis needed little impetus to throb to full measure and her right hand slid to my lap, just grazing the outline of the confined mass located there. She tilted her head back, her hair loosely falling to the back of the couch. As I positioned my mouth close to hers, her eyes closed, her mouth opened and I got the first taste of her sweet wine flavored lips. As her tongue darted between my lips, I watched wide eyed as this pretty little thing vibrated a sexual presence I had never felt before in a woman. Lust and pent up desire swelled in me. I slid one hand under her blouse to caress a breast; the other snaked its way into her pants, desperately searching for her sex. Her pants were tight, my hand became trapped at her pubic mound, the soft silky hair perched there felt of velvet. She sensed the obstruction, lifted her hips and with a flick of her wrist the front of her pants flew open. Unabated access to her treasure heightened my already amplified arousal; I placed a finger into her warm, moist love canal. A small "Oh," escaped from deep inside her. My discomfort was excruciating, she helped me out of my clothes as hers fell to the floor at her feet, we stepped out of the pile and she sat back, her hips at the edge of the cushions on the couch. I knelt between her slender thighs spread wide and quivering. My tongue went straight for the prize, the knot of her clitoris was large, about the size of a cashew, it was engorged and rolled under my gentle provocations. Without warning her hands grabbed my head, she curled forward, her stomach muscles convulsing in knots, her legs drawing up as her feet pressed against my back. Her violent eruption on my face startled me, momentarily. Recovering, I started drawing my tongue along the entire length of her vaginal opening, pinning my nose against the bud of her clit. She screamed out loudly. "God, oh god!" Her body wracked with wave after wave of spasms coursing through her tiny frame. As the convulsions slowed to jerks and quivers, she mewed like a kitten. "Mmm, ohh, ahh." I continued to tease the clit, but had now placed my thumbs on either side of her wet lips and spread them wide, the contrast between the brown of the lips and the pink of the canal was interestingly distinct; as if someone had painted the crown to the lips with a brush, the line where it faded to pink was erratic and uneven. I marveled in its intricate folds, as the faint light cast its shadow there. Looking back, I truly feel she had achieved her goal, but felt beholden to me for having performed for her. She smiled and moved to the floor, spreading her legs in an inviting pose, and waited expectantly for me to mount her. I did. My raging phallus was ready for the act, my heightened state of arousal betrayed me; several hard strokes and I was blowing my hot seed into her belly, unprotected as we were, no thought was given to anything but passion. A man knows that when his ejaculation is too quick, the release is often short lived, so it was to be with me that glorious evening. It would be the bane of our several relationships that I would desire more than perhaps the situation warranted. A one night stand, may have been survivable, more was catastrophic. We continued like this, torrid late night sexual encounters, every night for three weeks, until Dan returned from training. The abrupt loss of my sexual partner dealt a severe blow to me. It was strangely more intense than the separation from my wife. The taboo and illicit nature of the relationship had an inherent component of excitement that could not be duplicated by other means. I didn't go to bars or pick up other women, I waited...for Dot. How absolutely perverse it was looking back, being faithful to my wife was never an issue, but my desire for Dot was an involuntary emotional response that restrained me. I tried often to get her alone, she seemed willing, but made no real effort to satisfy my need. She was content with her husband, and I was just a surrogate in his absence. My need exceeded hers; her needs were what motivated her. I got lucky one Saturday evening; Dan had to pull twenty-four hour duty and that left Dot at home. She walked across the drive when I came home and as casually as someone would ask for the time said, "You free tonight?" Of course I was, and I said as much to her, as she walked back to her trailer. =*= Life isn't fair. Ellen returned, her grandmother having passed away. The tension I felt when Dot was around became a disquieting source of irritation. I tolerated the get-togethers – barely. Dan had been spending weekdays training, day and night, and Dot and I had been unable to be together. Ellen was just too attentive for me to screw around while she was there. Then the gods showed us the way; a huge storm blew through the area and the power was out in our little neighborhood. With flashlights and umbrellas we got Dot and her kids into our trailer. We lit the place up with candles and kids were soon fast asleep on the living room floor. Ellen wasn't far behind. Making sure that Ellen was fast asleep, I slipped out of bed and snuck into the pitch black of the living room, carefully feeling my way amongst the kids until I came upon Dot. She was startled by my dark presence, so I managed a whisper, "Dot, it's me." Her small hand felt for me, found my head and pulled my face to hers. We kissed for several minutes, lying on our sides, facing one another. Careful not to bump the kids scattered around us, we peeled enough clothing away to allow us to barely touch, but not much else. Frustrated, I was ready to just jump on top of her; she stopped me, rolled to face away and exposed herself to me from the rear. I moved close, spooning with her, and found her moist opening ready for my penetration. The love making that night was tenuous; every movement sounded like a screeching crescendo. I humped into her tiny little body from behind, I shoved inexorably forward, and then, suddenly, I could stand it no more, and I rammed into her with everything I had, sinking my lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. I could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of my balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded quietly, digging in and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up my smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. I could hardly contain myself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through her tightly clenched lips. I set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as my belly smacked heavily against Dot's back with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: I was ramming my hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of Dot's cunt with my wife just a few feet away and was loving every minute of it ... God, she could drive me wild when it came to fucking ... I had never had anything like this before and it took the utmost of my self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt. "Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she quietly groaned as I pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me, fiiiiilll meeee," the sounds came incoherently. I pressed my body against her, squeezing the firm tits tightly with my hands. My shoulders pushed against her back, my knees flailed behind hers as I kept her locked in that vulnerable position and I fucked heavily into her. I forced my right hand between the cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. I could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at my aching cock, convulsing tightly around my rapidly plunging hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going to get caught, I thought. Then, before I could begin another thought, it began for her. "Aaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she mewed over her shoulder, as her body pressed back into me, slipping and churning in a furious spasm. "I'm coming too," I mumbled, speeding up the already furious rhythm of my strokes. I could feel the hot white cum building up inside my heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating ass. But I couldn't let it stop! I was going to spurt my boiling semen into this girl's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with the dual mixture of our hotly gushing cum juices ... and then, I could feel it - the muscles of her cunt clasping voraciously around me and massaging my cock to a flooding hugeness. I could feel my breath becoming ragged and short, my cock jerking and stiffening even larger. I could feel the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion we exploded into a mutual sexual haze, convulsing to exhaustion, slowing, and then, sleep. I awoke with my penis still inside Dot, sticky ooze pasted me to her ass and my prick stuck to my thigh as I pulled out of her. Shit, I thought, this is too much slime; I'll need to clean up. Cold water and a damp cloth is not a welcomed treatment after sex, I do not recommend it. =*= I received orders reassigning me to another post, on the evening prior to my leaving, Dot made love to me one last time. I often dreamed of her. She was certainly a highlight reel for a lonely soldier, a long way from home. I traveled the world, enjoyed many affairs, and a few that I didn't enjoy. But I managed to stay married, until I retired. Then Ellen realized that she couldn't stand me being around on a Regular basis. She left with a guy that was ten years her junior, and still on active duty. It was a marriage of convenience, much as ours had been. This is what brings me to the girl sleeping on my couch. Upon my retirement and separation, I setup residence just a few miles from where we had lived back in the old trailer park. It's still there, hasn't changed much over the years, just older and less appealing. I took up with a guy running a small bar; he ran the bar I ran the entertainment. One evening I was listening to a young girl play her guitar and sing during our open mike night, and began to get those old feelings again. I had slowed down considerably in my retirement, and didn't pursue women as I once had. But here was a wisp of a girl, barely a hundred pounds, weaving a dream I thought long forgotten. My arousal became uncomfortable, so I went to the men's room to pound into the toilet. Several strokes later I was sufficiently stimulated to exact a measure of relief. Returning to the lounge area I watched as the young girl finished her set then joined her friends. I had forgotten about her as the rest of the acts came and went, until closing time. She was standing on the sidewalk as we locked up the bar; it was just after one in the morning. My partner said goodnight and left. I decided to ask if she needed help. "Yea, my ride has stood me up I guess." I offered her a ride and she readily accepted. We talked nonsense as I drove, much as strangers do. I found out her name, Sarah, she was twenty one and a college student, who loved music. I dropped her off at the dorm, and went home myself. She showed up the following week at open mike night and instead of sitting with her friends, she plopped down with a big smile and a "Hi again!" She talked about her music and her friends, her favorite color, and her dislike for beer, but she loved merlot wine. By the way she went on I felt I had known her, her whole life. Such is youth; she really didn't see me as a threatening person. This went on for the rest of the fall semester. One evening she came in and asked to see me. It wasn't open mike night and I was in the office trying to cook the books before the tax man called. The bartender recognized her as a regular and ushered her back to see me. What she asked of me was unconventional to say the least. "The school says I have to move out of the dorms over the holidays, and I don't have a place to stay. Can you put me up?" I didn't have any reason to protest. I was a bachelor now. It was only for a few weeks and I had no one to share the holidays with. I agreed to take her in, my enthusiasm was masked by my admonition that she was to have no loud parties or leave her laundry laying around. She laughed at my feeble humor and gave me a big hug, before wheeling on her heel and skipping out the door. I sat there and smiled thinking of her free uninhibited spirit. I closed and locked the door to the office, pulled a Kleenex from the box, removed my rigid penis from its confinement and found the release I desired. I thought about her as I pulled on my stiff prick. Such a pretty young girl was what old men fantasize about all the time, and here she was moving in...I had to behave myself, I thought. She moved in with little fanfare, just an overnight bag and the clothes she wore. I offered her the bedroom, she refused saying, "No, I'm not putting you out." I appreciated it too; my couch is not comfortable at all. For the first few days, I would come in after closing the bar to find her asleep on the couch. I fantasized about her when I masturbated in bed. Often I would catch a glimpse of her slender legs when she went to and from the shower. She was comfortable around me, so comfortable that she would wear only a 'T' shirt and panties around the living room while I was home. I appreciated the show, but I was becoming enamored of this young vixen, the old horn-dog in me was making a reappearance. The open mike night prior to Christmas was slow and Sarah did two sets, instead of one. Coming over to sit with me after her second set she had a puzzled look on her face; she tilted her head and asked me, "Why haven't you made a pass at me yet? You aren't...gay are you?" I was unnerved by her brash inquisition and didn't immediately respond, the vision of her in her 'T' shirt and my many auto-sexual manipulations ran through my mind, I felt flush, my throat tightened, and I could feel small beads of sweat break out on my brow. "The women who come in here all notice you, but you don't seem to notice them, why?" she continued as matter-of-factly as if she was talking about the menu. A Fate so Cruel I finally found my voice, "Don't think I haven't thought about it." She smiled and tilted her head again, her eyes gleamed in the dim light of the bar, as she said, "I think you're hot." My penis was waving surrender in my pants, I wanted to take her right there, my heart pounded mercilessly in my chest. "Maybe I can sleep with you tonight, that is, if you want to." She taunted me openly now, awaiting an affirmation from me. "You do have sex, don't you?" She added. I nodded, my eyes avoiding hers, she lowered her head so that her face was near the table top looking up at my face. She smiled again and asked, "Was that a yes?" I managed a smile and nodded again, adding, "Yeah." "Great, I'll see you there, come home early if you can." She sprung to her feet, and flittered out the door. I thought of jacking off, the pain in my groin was nearly unbearable. I didn't, I needed all my sexual energy for this tiny angel from heaven. I closed the bar a little early; it was a slow night after all. Before leaving I took a handful of quarters to the condom machine in the men's room and got a handful of rubbers. I broke the speed limit racing home, and ran a couple of red lights as well. Entering the dark apartment I heard Sarah in my bedroom with her guitar. I moved to the door, and peered into see her naked, sitting cross-legged on the bed, candles flickered and glowed all around; emphasizing my impression that she was an angel. "Strip." She commanded sweetly. I acquiesced a bit too clumsily; almost bowling over as I tried to take my pants off before my shoes. She giggled, I blushed. When she saw my erect phallus for the first time she placed her guitar aside without taking her eyes off it. She looked up at me and in an appreciative manner, reached for it, saying as she did, "Oh, my! You are a gifted man, aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question and I didn't answer her., "This is going to be fun." She continued. She shot a wondering look in my direction. I smiled and continued forward toward her. Sarah put her right hand on the back of my neck, as I gripped her breast. Sarah let out a moan, and said, "I can't believe this is happening. I am getting so excited." She put her head back on the bed and closed her eyes, a girl who was in new territory and just letting things happen. She was really getting hot. And I was really primed. I was breathing heavy and groaning. She was clearly very willing, almost liquid in her motions. I pulled the covers on the bed back, and sat down on the bed. She put her arms around me, and I stared down at her beauty. "This is going to be one fantastic night," I said under my breath. She smiled, and tilted her head up to be kissed and we fused together for a long searching, probing embrace. She reached around behind her to prop herself up on the pillows. She turned to face me. I reached up and ran my hands up the back of her legs, from her knees up to her thighs. She shivered and quivered, clearly in need of major contact. I stood up, running my hands from her lower back up her sides and ending on her breasts. I reached down to her waist, sliding my hands down over her stomach, and finally running my hands down onto her pubic bone. She moaned and her hands began to search frantically for my male member. I put my hands on her breasts, and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her hands were desperately searching for my maleness. She was writhing now, and she was lost in a daze. She was completely mine to play with. She was not thinking at all. I sat back down on the bed, with her lying between my legs, her breasts jutting out. While she watched, I leaned slowly forward and kissed under her nipples. With one hand under each breast, I suckled the nipples gently. Sarah began to moan and gasp. She put her head back against the pillow and moaned louder, as I sucked each nipple and pulled the other. I began going back and forth, faster and faster, and working her breasts with my hands. She began to tremble. I guided her over the bed, and she hitched herself across the mattress, so that she was sitting with her legs under her. My cock popped up, and I said, "Oh God, Sarah, you are just so beautiful, so wonderful, I want you so much." I scrambled across the mattress and my cock bobbed as I moved. My cock is long, maybe 8 inches, and it stuck straight out from me. The head was very dark, a deep purple. Sarah looked at it with hunger. As I got close to her, she reached out and gripped my cock tight. She put the other hand around my neck, and I kissed her mouth hungrily. We stayed in that kiss for an interminable time, our tongues searching each other, her hand slowly rotating and stretching the skin of my cock in long slow pulls. As she started to caress my balls and I rubbed the inside of her thighs, I began to lose track of time, and her heat continued to increase. It was clear that she was boiling hot. Her legs were apart and my hand was slowly easing up to her silky pussy hair. As my hand finally reached her vagina, she sucked in her breath and cried out, "Oh, Yes, I, Oh please." I was still in no hurry, though. I leaned forward and just watched while I lightly danced my fingers across her pussy lips. I ran my hand back and forth, with the fleshy fingertips pressed up against her wetness. She had her knees spread apart and my cock gripped in her hand. She was pulling my cock skin all the way over the end and then pushing back against my pubic bone, with a thump. Each time she pumped, I let out a grunt. Her pubic bone was grinding against my hand. Her smell filled the room. It caused me to flare my nostrils and to savor the scent. She dropped back on the bed, rolled over on her side, and I scooted over so that I was facing her, my cock against her stomach. She hung on to my cock, and I reached around her waist and put my open hand on the swell of her ass, pulling her against me. My cock was poking into her stomach and she was now moving her hips with smooth, intense rolls, holding me to her stomach in her fist. Her right leg began to come up over my side, so that her pussy was wide open for my hand. She was the classic female asking to be fucked. She was saying, oh please mount me. I'm wide open. I slowed my own humping, and captured her face with both hands, while she held me. Almost sitting up, I slowly lowered my face down onto hers, and kissed her tenderly. I gave her a long slow, tonguing of her lips and her mouth. I began to suck on her lips and run my tongue in and out of her. Her noises got louder. She began to rock and shake. Her pussy was still only lightly caressed by me. I knew that she was close to an orgasm. Her thigh muscles were jerking and jumping. While I was kissing her, she went wild and began thrusting wildly with her pussy. She made animal noises, high pitched female noises, sounding desperate, and then she screamed, coming before I could even get two fingers in. She came all at once, while I had my tongue down her throat, and was sliding two fingers into her. Her back snapped into an arch, pulling her face away from me, and her pussy squeezed down on my hand like she was grabbing my finger. She bucked and cried out, "Yeeeesssss, Oooooooh God, that's sooooooo gooooooodddd. Ahhhhhhieeeeeeeeee. I'm coming." I held on to her pussy and forced both fingers all the way in while she was coming. She responded with another back snap and another cry. She was out of control, just one enormous orgasm. I thrust at her pussy, causing more little screams and jerks. My other hand was massaging the spot above her pelvic bone. "Wow," I marveled! "What an experience." As she was coming, I slid down lower on the bed, so that my cock could get between her legs. My fingers were inside her convulsing pussy and my long cock slipped down to press against her bottom. It was the most elemental sensation I could imagine. It seemed dangerous to me. She needed me very badly. I watched as my cock head pressed into her. I could see my cock as it probed, and I couldn't stop myself from uttering a small "Uh!" She was completely soaked with sweat, and I was leaking precum fluid. I let out a huge moan. My cock was so incredibly hard. I pushed hard, and my pubic bone crushed against her moist pussy. Everything in the general area of Sarah's pussy was soaking wet. She was sweating enough that she was glistening. As I rested my cock head partway inside her, I ran my fingertips around her ass hole. Sarah quivered, and jerked back toward the pillow. Without any hesitation, I slid a finger inside her ass. She made an approving noise. Then uttering, "Oh, yes, I can't believe this. Please do me good." With her on her left side, and with her right leg over my side, it was easy for me to feel I had yet to fully enter her. As I started to push, she was still relaxed from her orgasm, and she opened her ass up with no resistance. My finger went in easily, and she wiggled in pleasure. I thrust further into her pussy, and impaled her from behind with the finger. Sarah was mindless. She had arrived in heaven. I couldn't get all the way in with one thrust, so I stopped and gave her a chance to adjust and to push with me. We gradually pushed together, and she gave little jerks as tremors passed through her crotch. She squirmed and rotated and pushed, gasping for air. When we finally were joined all the way, I shoved my finger in as well. I could see the base of my cock, bumping against the opening of her vagina. At last, I was deep inside Sarah. She was impaled. She was babbling, with a kind of guttural laughing. Kind of like a huffing, stuttering sound. We were at the peak of our adventure. She was wide open and totally at my mercy. She just hung on to me. Rather than thrust wildly, I continued to push steadily up inside her as far as I could reach, until she let out a deep groan. "Ooooh my gooooodddddddd, please do me now. Please do me now." I began a slow withdrawal, then began to slowly slide back in. It just seemed natural, and we each began slow undulations, alternating with slow pushes back and forth inside her. She was completely beyond thought. Just impaling her body on my penis and getting fucked. She was beyond any previous self-restraint. She was blissful. All the smells were mingled together, into one tangy, sweet aroma. We just floated in a mutual sexual haze. I was ecstatic, and my thrusts began to take on their own life. Sarah felt it building, and so did I. She began to moan and I plunged faster and faster. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her teeth showing. Her breasts were bobbing, her back arched, as I plunged harder and harder. She was crying out, "Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh." Her noises were getting higher pitched. I knew that meant that she was just about to come. We came for what seemed like several minutes, and lay there together, shaking, and jerking. For a while, we just laid motionless, just getting our composure. I withdrew, and let Sarah fall back on the mattress. As she collapsed against the bed, I plopped out of her, with a trail of semen reaching from my softening cock head to the golden velvet of her furry entry. I rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed me back passionately, with hunger. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and she was totally absorbed in her feelings. I flopped back and then rolled over to give her a second kiss, which she returned with the same hunger that we had just kissed her. =*= We lived like this for two more weeks, until the dorms opened up and she returned to school. Later, we got together on an occasional weekend and sometimes after open mike night. One night she was accompanied by an older woman, they sat in the back, and talked. As they were leaving Sarah stopped by my table and introduced me to Dot, her mother. We recognized one another immediately, and reminisced for a few moments before they excused themselves for the evening. I marveled that Sarah could be the daughter of my favorite lover. "What are the odds?" I thought. The very next day, Dot was waiting as I came to work. I was glad to see her and we had a long get-reacquainted waltz down memory lane. Finally I asked how Dan was. "We broke up a few months after you moved." She explained. She was quiet, obviously thinking of something that disturbed her, and then said, "I was pregnant...and Dan wasn't the father." As I have already explained, I don't read people well, so it didn't dawn on me what she meant. Then, in no uncertain terms she informed me that Sarah was our 'love child', a product of our torrid affair during that eventful interlude of contrived companionship. Confusion, guilt and remorse flooded through me simultaneously. The surreal visions raging through my mind were at once vivid and vague, current and memorable. Tears welled in my eyes; she saw my reaction and believed them to be tears of joy, of affection for Sarah. She didn't know the depth of my shame, the humiliation that gripped me, knowing that I had been my daughter's lover. She confided in me then, "I haven't told her you are her father. I thought that you should make that decision, when you were ready." "Sure, yeah." Was all I could say. Dot was living in Vermont now, a safe distance from the sordid circumstance I had developed here. She was leaving the following morning and promised to visit often now that she had a friend and a daughter to see. She couldn't leave soon enough for me. Funny, I thought, how time changes one's desires. That weekend Sarah dropped in for our usual get together. I was awestruck, unable to articulate our true nature, our familial relationship, her grip on my sexuality was absolute. I made love to my daughter, tenderly, lovingly, completely. As we lay in the after glow of our shared experience, I explained to her our relationship. She listened intently as I recalled the affair her mother and I had shared those many years before. Finally I fell silent; nothing left to add. She lay still next to me, pondering my admission. After a substantial silence she spoke, "I've been making love to my father all this time." When I said nothing she continued, "But tonight, you knew who I was and yet..." I felt the shame of my sordid desire stab through me like a dagger. She rose and left me to my own darkly brooding thoughts. I began drinking and cried myself to sleep that night; fate had been cruel, unmercifully cruel. I awoke late in the day, called my partner and told him I wouldn't be around for a few days. I was drunk before five that afternoon, and had seriously considered some particularly heinous retribution for my sins. I was looking for another bottle when a soft rap came from the door. I ignored it. I was in no mood for company. The knock came again, more insistent this time, I strode to the door, intending to punch someone in the nose, pulled the door opened and stood astounded at the sight of my daughter, Sarah, framed in the doorway. "Hi, Dad. Can I come in?" I stood to one side and allowed her to enter. She moved to the couch and took a nervous perch on one end, sitting at the edge, as if she was unable to relax, something had to be said and she was there to say it. "Dad," she began, a tear welling at the corner of her eye, "I don't want to lose you." She paused. "I love you, and want you to know how much..." The tears were flowing now, I handed her a tissue. "I'm so confused... I want to...need to...Oh crap!" She dropped her face into her hands and cried, sobs wracking her petite little frame. She tried to recover, "I need you Dad. I need you to love me." "I do." I said consolingly. She looked into my face and said as sincerely and as succinctly as she could "I want you as my lover." My heart leapt, my resolve was gone, and the alcohol that tugged at my conscious mind swirled my thoughts in a cauldron of doubt that teetered on the edge of reality. She rose from the couch, approached me and kissed me fully on the lips, not as my daughter, but as my lover. We made love for hours, with the passion of two souls so intimately intertwined that our separate existences were unfathomable. I reveled in her touch, basked in the glow of her youthful energy. I was complete with her, shattered without. I knew from whence the passion came; she was a love child, now a child of love, my child, my lover. She slept now on the couch, the passion relaxed, but not gone. She lay there, as her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves of golden tresses. Her face was relaxed, no wrinkle to speak of, smooth, pale, young. She slept. She deserved the rest; her travails were great, respite had not come soon enough – unhappily. Her bare breasts rose and fell as she slowly breathed that slow, shallow breath of exhaustion. The pointed coral pink colored tips of the small cone shaped nipples appeared to hover, as they floated, perched upon the pale white skin of her breasts. As I reached for a decorative throw to cover her naked form, I was reminded of her mother. She didn't move as I tucked it around her shoulders. =*= The morning sun chased the shadows from the room, as my eyes adjusted to the stark reality of light and the hammering ache in my head. The years of lust and love came flooding back, hauntingly. I was Forty-five, she twenty-one, I had finally found my true love, my daughter, Sarah.