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Loving Tori

By: FHH69



I open my eyes and I'm disoriented. I'm in my own bedroom but it feels different. I look down and see a woman sleeping on me. I can't see her face but her blond hair seems familiar. It's been months since I fucked a woman. The woman I want is off limits and my dick couldn't seem to function for anyone but her. I'm glad I finally got over that. Makes sense that I picked up a blond since she probably reminded me of Tori. I wish I could remember what happened last night. I remember taking a strong pain killer just before I left work yesterday, one that my doctor prescribed, because I had a monster headache. It was a new prescription, so I didn't know if they were any good. I remember driving home, but nothing after that. I must have had my usual glass of wine with dinner also. Doesn't explain the woman lying on top of me though. Is she the new neighbor that moved in across the street? I generally don't bring fuck buddies home.

I glance at the clock - six in the morning. I assume it's morning. Tori is an early riser and I don't want her to catch some random hook-up leaving my room. I run my hand down her back and cup her ass cheek. It's firm and rounded - fits my hand perfectly. I give it a squeeze and my morning wood responds in kind. My hand slides between her legs and I run my finger down her slit. She's wet and ready so I slip my finger into her. Nothing better than a tight, wet cunt. I just wish I could remember fucking this one last night.

I'm fully aware of what's happening now though. "Listen sweetheart, we have time for a quickie, then you need to leave before my stepdaughter gets up." I pump my finger in and out and her juices start running down my hand.

Husky, feminine laughter fills the otherwise quiet room. "Very funny daddy."

I look down and stare into Tori's sleepy blue eyes. She grins at me and bucks her hips against my hand, riding my probing finger. I'm in shock. I've been lusting for my stepdaughter since she became legal three months ago, though I had no intention of acting on it. But my bedroom reeks of sex and I woke up nude in bed with my girl. Apparently all it took to change my mind was a pill and some wine. Tori seems to be enjoying herself, so who am I to question a continuation of last night's activities.

"Your finger feels good, but I know what would feel even better." Tori raises up and straddles my hips. She strokes my dick a couple of times and runs the head up and down her slit, getting it good and wet. She settles over me and my dick pushes into her - a long, wet slide into heaven. Fuck she's tight. I grasp her hips, holding her still. I need a couple of seconds to recover or I'll embarrass myself and come too soon. I can't remember anything in my life feeling this good. Nothing.

"Ok baby, you ready for a ride? Show me what you got."

Tori's hips gyrated, up and down, back and forth so that her clit rubbed against my trimmed pubic hair. This must have been one of our positions last night because she seemed to know exactly what she wanted and how I would react. I was mesmerized, watching my girl's sensual moves, taking her pleasure from me. I thrust my hips in unison with hers, needing to get deeper inside her. "Mmm, that feels good daddy, fuck me deep, I need you deeper." She spread her legs wider and started grinding her clit against me. I buck harder and her cunt muscles contract around me. It turns me on to hear her call me daddy. The past couple of years she mostly referred to me as Derek. I'll play along with her though because it's hot.

"That feels so good baby, squeeze me hard. Do you like having daddy's big dick inside you?"

"Yes, it feels good. You make my pussy feel so good daddy. I'm coming, ahhh..." Tori's entire body shakes as spasms wrack her body. I reach up and flick my finger over her clit and her body jerks harder. "Daddyyyyy!!" I'm half afraid the folks down the street might hear her screams and think I'm killing her. But I love making her lose control. Her orgasm triggers my own and before I realize what's happening I shoot my load deep inside my girl. It never even occurred to me to pull out first. It felt too good. Probably didn't occur to me last night either. 

Tori slowly pulls herself off my semi-erect cock and our combined cum drips out of her. So sexy. She leaned over and kissed me softly. "Join me in the shower."

My mouth watered for a bite of those sweet, lush ass cheeks as she walked toward the bathroom. My need for her scared me. I married Lisa, her mother, when Tori was only two. Lisa was my world. We married within months of meeting and I was completely devoted to her until her death six years later. She was killed instantly by a drunk driver while on her way to pick up Tori from camp. I was devastated by the sudden loss of the only woman I ever loved.

Tori spent the two years following Lisa's death with her biological father, reclusive billionaire Victor Hennessy. I gave the old man credit for trying to establish a relationship with his illegitimate daughter. Lisa's fling with Victor and subsequent pregnancy ended his thirty year marriage. Victor realized after a couple of years with Tori that he wasn't suited to raise a little girl. His two sons were grown and didn't even acknowledge Tori, and he was too set in his ways to change, so he sent Tori back to me. Upon Victor's death last year, we discovered that he provided a large trust for Tori that she would receive on her twenty-fifth birthday. So again, the old man did what he could for his daughter.

Tori and I were basically on our own now. I have no other family and neither does she. When she returned to me after living with her father for two years we didn't really establish a father/daughter relationship. We just took care of each other and took things a day at a time. She calls me daddy now and then, as a show of affection, but more often than not I'm Derek. For the past year my dick has been reminding me that I'm not really her dad and I should go for it. Now I finally have what I wanted. Our relationship has evolved over the years and I can see myself falling deeper for her than I did for Lisa. But I need to know what's going on in Tori's head.

I hurry into the bathroom and get into the shower with Tori. "Soap me up Derek." She hands me the bottle. I pour enough in my hands to make a generous lather and I run my hands over her shoulders and arms. I give her breasts special attention, pinching her already hard nipples. The round globes overflow my large hands. I'm a tit man and my little girl doesn't disappoint. I add more soap to my hand slip it between her legs. I lathered her pussy good, especially her slick folds, causing Tori to moan. The side shower head quickly rinsed her, revealing her soft pink lips. I can't remember if I ate her last night, but the need to taste her now is overwhelming. I lower myself onto the shower seat and pull her to me.

"Hold on to the bar Tori." My voice was gruff and she immediately obeyed. I placed her feet on each side of me and spread her legs wide. I cupped her ass cheeks and bent down to the pretty pink confection I craved. She jumped the second my tongue touched her clit. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, it feels amazing. It's just no one has ever done that before."

I moan. I'll be the only man to do this for her. I run my tongue up her wet slit and savor the taste. "Watch me Tori. Daddy's tongue will make your pussy feel so good." I take one hand off her ass and use my finger and thumb to spread her lips, exposing her fully. I look into her eyes as I slip my tongue deep into her. Her heavy-lidded gaze stays on me as I fuck her with my tongue, in and out. Her hips bucked into me, meeting each thrust. I stop briefly to tease her clit - pulling it into my mouth, sucking deeply, alternately running my teeth and tongue over the hard nub. My tongue snakes into her tight hole again. My mouth works over her sweet cunt, licking, nipping, sucking - I alternate, exploring at my leisure, giving my girl a thorough tongue lashing. 

"Ahhh, I can't stand it daddy. I'm coming..."

I grab her ass again with both hands, holding her still while my greedy tongue works at her cunt, lapping the cream gushing out of her. "Sweetest cum I've ever had baby girl. Sweetest pussy I've ever eaten." We've both calmed down now and I gently lick her soft folds, savoring the feel under my tongue.

"Sweeter than mom's?"

She's looking uncertain. She wants reassurance from me that she isn't a replacement for Lisa. "Yeah baby, much sweeter than your mom. Can you come for me again baby? I'm still hungry." I slip my tongue into her again. I lose track of everything except my insatiable need as I eat her out. I thrust my finger into her tight cunt, getting it good and wet before pulling out. I spread her ass cheeks and push my wet finger deep into her ass. Tori jerks at the unexpected intrusion and cream gushes from her pussy. I keep my finger inside her and continue licking as she rides out the orgasm.

Tori puts her feet down and we stand facing each other. I bend down and brush my lips over hers. "I love you Tori." Her lips open under mine and I deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangle and explore. I need to fuck her again. My dick is so hard it feels like it will explode. I break the kiss. "Are you sore baby?" 

"A little - but I can still take care of you. I want to suck you daddy."

Tori sits on the shower seat and strokes my dick. She lowers her head and her mouth closes around me. I can tell she hasn't done this before. I can teach her what I like, but this time it doesn't matter because I won't last long anyway. I'm about to come just watching her sweet mouth suck my dick.

"Hold on Tori." I gently cup her head and start thrusting into her mouth, careful not to push too far. "Does that feel good baby? Do you enjoy daddy fucking your mouth?" Her moan nearly sends me over the edge. "Fuck, that felt good. Moan again baby doll. I'm almost there. Do you want to swallow or should I pull out?" Her hands grasp my ass and pull me to her.

I shoot my load into her mouth and watch as she furiously sucks it down. "Um, suck me dry baby girl." It's so hot watching my girl's sweet mouth working my dick. I reluctantly pull out of her and pull her into my arms. We finished our shower and worked together drying off, brushing our teeth and preparing for the day. It was a new facet to our already close relationship and it felt right.

"So tell me what happened last night baby." Tori had just finished drying her hair and found a t-shirt of mine to put on until she could get her own clothes.

"Do you remember my friend Becca?"

"Isn't she the pretty redhead with the strict religious parents?"

"Yeah, that's her. Anyway, she turned eighteen yesterday and instead of a cool gift for coming of age, her parents give her a new bible and a family vacation to Jerusalem. Becca was less than thrilled, so I asked her to spend the night last night and I'd commiserate with her. She's never had a boyfriend, never even been kissed. She talked about how hot you are and admitted she had a crush on you. Then you came home and didn't eat much dinner, but drank a full glass of wine and you acted kind of funny. Almost like you were drunk but I knew you wouldn't get drunk on one glass. Becca innocently flirted with you and you flirted right back. It made me jealous because you're mine. So I started flirting too, but my flirtation wasn't innocent though. At one point I pulled out your cock and you asked if I knew what to do with it. I said yes and you said prove it. So I took off my panties, climbed on your lap and started riding. I think we shocked Becca, but she seemed mesmerized as she watched us fuck. You carried me into your room afterward and we fucked a couple more times before going to sleep."

"So Becca's still here?"

"Yeah, she's in the guest room. I feel really bad because she's never even kissed a boy and I basically stole you away right in front of her."

"You didn't steal me baby, I've always been yours. And I don't fuck virgins. If I'd fucked Becca last night because I was out of it, it would have been a disaster. You did us all a favor Tori." Tori looked at me with an odd expression. "What?"

"I don't suppose you'd want to kiss Becca, and maybe play around a little?"

"What happened to you being jealous?"

"I just feel bad for her. She's never been with a guy, in any capacity. Now that you and I are lovers, I have everything I've ever wanted. I think I could share just a little of my good fortune with her. Are you game for it?"

"For what exactly?"

"Just some kissing, maybe play with her pussy a little. Give her an orgasm or two. It would be a birthday gift she would really enjoy. I want to watch though. I don't like the idea of you being intimate with Becca alone in your room."

"If that's what you want I'm in. It's never a hardship for me to pleasure a beautiful young woman. Let's go find Becca." This should be interesting. I start the morning fucking my amazing stepdaughter, then move on to pleasure her best friend. It doesn't get much better than this...

Loving Tori (Conclusion)



I can't believe we're doing this. Well, all I'm going to do is sit and watch while Derek and Becca fool around. This was my bright idea, so I just need to get over it and try not to get jealous. I've always loved my stepdad and after spending last night and this morning fucking him, we've entered a new phase in our already complicated relationship. I know he loves me, not Becca, so anything that happens between them in his bed is just physical pleasure. I'm here to make sure things don't go too far.

Derek is lounging in his bed wearing only his navy blue boxers, flipping through the channels on TV while we wait for Becca to come in. His sculpted muscles are mouthwatering. He's the hottest man I've ever seen and it's hard to believe he's mine. At thirty-six he's in his prime and I know he's fucked a lot of women since my mom died ten years ago. He seemed to love being with me last night and I plan to do whatever it takes to keep him.

After our shower this morning I asked Becca if she would like to make out with Derek. He went out to get bagels for breakfast so I could talk to her alone. Becca quickly agreed - she's had a thing for my stepdad for a while. I told her he wouldn't take her virginity, but he could make her feel good. The three of us didn't mention their upcoming liaison over breakfast, but it was on all of our minds throughout the meal. Becca's face was bright red the entire time. Derek finished eating and said he would wait in the bedroom and we could come in when we were ready.

I didn't have any sexy lingerie to let her borrow, but I had recently bought some new thongs, so I gave her one, along with a lacy camisole and told her to come to Derek's room when she was ready.

I hear the bedroom door open and I look over at Becca. Her auburn hair fell in soft waves down her back. Her tits aren't quite as big as mine, but my black cami looks good on her. Derek reaches his hand out to her and she shyly walks over to join him in bed.

"Everyone is still ok with this?" Derek looks over at me as Becca gets in bed with him.

Becca says yes. I merely nod in agreement. I don't trust myself to speak. Part of me is not ok with this, but I think I'll be fine once they get started.

Derek pulls Becca onto his lap so that she's straddling him. He kisses her softly and I hear him instructing her to open her lips. They spend the next several minutes exploring each other's mouths. Becca's hands thread through his hair. Derek cups her bottom in his large hands. This isn't so bad.

Derek breaks their kiss. "Are you ready for more sweetheart?"

"Yes." Becca whispers.

Derek moves one of his hands and it disappears between their bodies. "I'm just going to play with your pussy for a while. Let me know if you're uncomfortable or don't like it."

From this angle I can't see what he's doing. They kiss again and Becca starts to moan and her hips gyrate. I know how talented Derek's fingers are. My pussy involuntarily twitches with envy.

"You're nice and wet now Becca. I'm going to slip a finger inside." Becca's moans are louder. "Mmm, you have a tight little cunt sweetheart. Ride my finger." Becca's hips buck against him. After a few minutes Derek tells her he's inserting another finger. "When a man pushes his dick into you it will be a lot bigger than my finger. This will stretch your cunt a little. Do my fingers feel good sweetheart?" Becca screams yes and rides him harder. She pulls off the cami and her tits bounce in Derek's face, he leans forward to suck first one nipple, then the other. For a shy, inexperienced girl, she sure is catching on quick. Their play continued - her moans sometimes drowned out his whispered instructions. I don't like being excluded from their intimate discussion. She finally screams as Derek gives her an orgasm. Maybe they're done now. It's still good, I can handle this.

"That was hot Becca - watching you come. You want another orgasm sweetheart?"

"Yes! Yes please."

Derek lifts her off him. "Lie down and spread your legs."

Becca does as she is told. Derek bends her knees and pushes her legs farther apart. I can smell her arousal from here. Her pussy is wide open now. The thong she's wearing is soaked with her juices. "You smell good Becca. I need a taste." Derek buries his face in her wet snatch.

I never said he could do that. I'm not ok with this, but I don't say anything.

"Oh!! Mr. Ryan, your tongue feels so good."

Derek's deep chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. "Sweetheart, I'm eating your pussy. I think it's ok to call me Derek now." 

I squirm in my seat and alternate between watching the clock and watching my stepdad go down on my friend. The wet sounds of his mouth on her, and her moans fill the otherwise silent room. Derek whispers to Becca as he eats her, telling her she tastes wonderful and he loves her tight cunt. Becca begs him to put his tongue inside her again and he complies. Ten minutes have passed. Is she intentionally holding back her orgasm so he will camp out between her legs the rest of the day? I'm about to go pull him off her when she finally screams again. "Derek!! Oh God, Derek! Yes, yes!!" Becca clutches his head.

"Oh, that was amazing Derek. Nothing ever felt so good. Maybe if Tori doesn't mind I'll come over again next weekend?" She looks hopefully over at me. Never in a million years will I let this happen again. I'm assuming the look on my face said it all.

"Hold on sweetheart, I'm not finished. Let me clean you up." I expect him to get a washcloth from the bathroom. Instead, he continues licking her wet folds. "I can't let any of this sweet cream go to waste."

Becca looks triumphantly over at me. "Thank you Derek." She runs her fingers through his hair as he licks her clean.

Derek raises up a couple of minutes later and looks over at me. He finally remembered that I'm also in the room. "Becca, I really enjoyed out time together this morning, but Tori and I have some unfinished business to take care of. Can you see yourself out?"

"Oh, of course, Mr. Ryan... I mean Derek." Becca looks stunned at first because she's being dismissed, then recovers and cups Derek's neck as she leans in for a final kiss. She draws it out as long as she can before he finally breaks it off and helps her off the bed.

I don't even look over at Becca as she leaves the room. Derek goes into the bathroom, wipes his face with a wet washcloth and gets back in bed. "Get over here baby." His voice is husky and his erection tents his boxers. He's aroused from spending the past half hour between Becca's legs and he expects me to take care of his hard-on. I just look at him. "Come on Tori."

I walk over to the bed but I don't get in. "What the hell was that Derek? I felt bad for my shy, virgin friend, so I'm thinking you'll spend a few minutes teaching her to kiss, maybe finger her pussy for a few minutes and give her an orgasm. But no, I get to sit here and watch a full-blown porn scene between my lover and my best friend... excuse me, former best friend."

Derek looks mad now. He doesn't have any reason for it. I'm the one that was wronged here. "I did as you asked Tori. You wanted me to play around with your friend so I did. None of this would have happened without you suggesting it. But I won't let you dictate my sex life. When I'm in bed with a woman nothing matters but her pleasure and mine. The things Becca and I just did made both of us feel good and at the time that's all that mattered. Like it or not, my sole focus earlier was Becca and myself, not you. I said I wouldn't fuck her and I didn't. Despite the intimacy we just shared, Becca is still an innocent. She isn't capable of taking care of my needs the way you do, and I wouldn't want her to. Just like any other woman that I've been with over the years, she's forgotten once she leaves my bed. If we weren't having this discussion right now I wouldn't give Becca a second thought. You are all that matters to me right now. And when we leave this bed, you will still be my only concern, because I love you. I didn't love any of the other women. Understood?"

I'm starting to calm down. Part of me knows he's right. Their intimacy was strictly for physical pleasure, no feelings involved. I just didn't realize how hard it would be to watch. I climb in bed but I don't immediately snuggle with him.

Derek reaches over and gently strokes my breast over the thin camisole material. "I'm sorry if I hurt you Tori. It wasn't my intention. I think we can both agree that going forward my focus should be strictly you and me. If we ever allow anyone else into our bed it will be for our mutual satisfaction, ok?"

"Agreed." Derek leans over to kiss me but I block him. "Not happening. You still smell like Becca."

Derek chuckles. "Sorry baby." He gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear him brushing his teeth, then gargling. He returns a few minutes later. "How's this?" His breath is minty fresh and his tongue plunges deep into my mouth. I try to forget where his tongue was minutes ago. This is just about us. His finger pushes past my thong and plunges into me. "Fuck, you're soaked baby. You might not have liked what you saw earlier, but you were turned on weren't you?"

"Maybe." I admitted reluctantly. "But it will never happen again."

Derek settles himself between my legs. I feel his cockhead probing, then pushing deep into me. We didn't bother removing our underwear, but that's kind of sexy. "Never again. I love you Tori."

"I love you too Daddy." Derek fucks me harder. It turns us both on when I call him daddy. His big cock feels so good. He pauses for a few seconds, deep inside, allowing me to savor our connection. My muscles contract around him.

"Fuck, that's it baby. Squeeze daddy's dick." I do as I'm told. Nothing in the world feels better than daddy's big dick deep in my pussy. He starts riding me again. He reaches between us and pushes my clit so that each deep thrust rubs the hard nub. I'm coming already. "That's it baby girl. Come for me."

Derek and I fuck several times throughout the rest of the day. I decided to try and forget about him being with Becca and he didn't bring it up again.

Ten years later...

It's hard to believe that my life with Derek started innocently when I was two years old and he was married to my mom. He tells me he loved her, but it was nothing compared to his love for me. Our sex life is adventurous and we are always trying new things, but we stay focused on each other. We joined a sex club a few months after the Becca incident. I was leery at first, remembering how I felt seeing the two of them together. But we enjoyed sex with multiple partners as long as we did it together. We've calmed down quite a bit the past few years though. We're still members of the club, but we don't go as often and we generally either watch or allow others to watch us.

Derek and I are celebrating our seventh wedding anniversary next week. I wanted to marry right away, once our relationship became intimate, but he wanted to wait a few years to make sure I was ready for the commitment. We have two sons. Daniel is six and David is four. The three men in my life make me complete.



Loving Touch



The large white plantation house sat several miles outside of town, but I had never minded the drive. I always enjoyed the trip to the semi-isolated home, the scenery a pleasant sight that never seemed to get old. I parked my car and made my way up the large front steps of the house, the floorboards creaking under me. It was the original house, built before the Civil War, and the little faults like that floorboard only attested to its age and the history that it had witnessed. No, I had no problems making the hour-long trip out here to visit these clients.

After taking a brief moment to straighten my tie, I knocked on the door, which was soon answered by the house's maid, Helen. An elderly woman, she recognized me on sight. "Well, hello, Mr. West!" she greeted me. She stepped back, letting me into the spacious foyer. The sounds of a distant piano swam through the air, the gentle melody giving the home an aura of comfort. "I'll go get Susie. You can wait in the parlor if you'd like."

Thanking her, I moved to the parlor. The entire house had Victorian-era décor, and the parlor was the centerpiece. A few chairs, a couple of large couches, a mirror over the fireplace's mantle, and the handsome coffee table were all authentic or imitation Victorian furnishings, placing visitors in that long-ago period. I sat down with a sigh and put my briefcase on the table in front of me, awaiting the mistress of the house.

The soft chimes of the piano stopped, and I could hear the soft beat of footsteps on the hardwood floor as they came closer. I turned my head to greet the young woman that soon stood before me.

Susie had definitely blossomed into womanhood, the change suddenly obvious and drastic in my mind. This family had been one of my first clients after I left college, and Susie had been an obnoxious and loud pre-teen, just starting to be a trial to her parents. Now, she was a demure and polite young woman, with a maturing beauty that left me breathless. Her slender form was encased in an ankle-length pastel yellow sundress that hugged the sultry curves of her body. Her long blonde hair hung loose to the middle of her back and seemed to glow in the light that flooded from the windows, giving a soothing and evasive halo about her head. It was hard for me to believe that this same heavenly creature had once dyed her hair bright neon pink several years ago.


She smiled at me when I stood, striding forward to grasp my outstretched hand. "Mr. West!" she said. "How are you?" Her long, graceful fingers were warm and soft in my grasp.

We broke apart, but I couldn't help feeling reluctance at it. "Please, call me Allan," I told her. I opened my suit jacket and pulled out the small rectangular velvet box that I had in my pocket. "Happy belated birthday," I said, giving it to her.

She took the box, her perfect smile brightening her face. She opened the package slowly and gasped as she saw its contents. The simple silver heart-shaped locket inside was a nice addition, I thought, but the real jewel of her gift was the diamond tennis bracelet. It had been a pain trying to find the two, but regardless of the cost, I knew that they were perfect.

Taking out the bracelet, she set the box down and struggled with the clasp, finally wrapping the jewelry around her slender wrist. She picked up the accompanying locket and handed it to me.

"Help me?" she asked, turning her back to face me.

I took the locket and lifted it over her head, spreading the near-invisible strands to wrap it around her elegant throat. She lifted the tresses of her hair out of the way and I clasped it closed, the scent and feel of her skin around me causing my heart to race. It had been awhile since I'd seen her, and her sudden beauty was causing thoughts that I shouldn't have been thinking.

I stepped back from her and she turned around to look at me, spreading her arms at her sides. "What do you think?" she asked.

It took me a second to find my tongue, which had felt as though it had fallen somewhere around my feet. "You look like an angel," I said quietly. I regretted the words the instant that they slipped out, but they still felt good to say. Her parents were my clients, my best clients, and my body was stirring for their daughter. My mind was in turmoil.

"Thank you," was all Susie said.

I could feel the awkwardness in the air between us, as though neither of us was sure why we were there or what we supposed to do. Perhaps I shouldn't have gotten something so personal for her gift, I thought.

I cleared my throat, breaking a silence that I hadn't known existed. "So, uh, where are your parents?" I asked. "They wanted me to come out here today."

"They went to visit Grandpa in the hospital," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Susie," I said. Grandpa Patterson was her last living grandparent, and had been in a nursing home for a couple of years now.

"They went up to see him and find out what's wrong. They left this morning, but I don't know when they'll be back. They said they'd call as soon as they could." She paused before speaking again. "So what did my parents want you to come out here today for?" Susie asked, shifting the topic. It seemed as though her grandpa was a topic she didn't want to dwell on.

"It was about you," I answered, sitting down. She sat down beside me. I opened up my briefcase and pulled out several papers, some pamphlets, and file folders. "Since you're eighteen now," I began, "all of the accounts and trusts that your other grandparents had put into your name are now yours. Now that they're ready to be put in your hands, your parents and I were going to sit down and discuss everything with you. We were going to arrange the transfer today, but it looks like it'll have to wait." I paused. "Actually, we could do most of it now, if you want. Or, you can wait for your parents. It's up to you."

Susie shook her head. "No, we can do it now. You drove all the way out here."

For the next several hours, I laid everything out before her: legal documents, financial status, responsibilities, my role in the whole thing, her parents' wishes, and everything else that she had to know. She was now a fairly well-off young woman thanks to her grandparents, and I tried to explain what that entailed. I knew that it would be a little much for her, so I tried to put everything in words that she'd understand. To her credit, she seemed to grasp everything very well. Helen stayed close and refilled our drinks as the hours passed by until she left for the day. Fortunately, Susie and I were also almost done.

"Well, that pretty much covers it," I said, stretching my back. "Is there anything that you didn't understand and want me to go over again?"

She shook her head. "No, I think I get it."

"Then I guess we're done for now," I said. I started to gather up the papers that we had strewn over the table. Snapping the briefcase shut and picking up the suit jacket I had taken off a few hours before, I got up to leave. "Tell your parents that I said hi, and we can finish this later. All we need now is their signatures."

Susie got up with me, barring my way to the door. "Do you have to leave?" she asked.

"Well, no, I can stay if you'd like." I put the suitcase back down and took my jacket back off. Sitting on the couch, I regarded her as she sat beside me. "What did you need?"

She shrugged, looking as though she was mulling something over in her mind. As I watched that innocent troubled face, my feelings toward her came back with a rush. I'd managed to keep them quelled during all the legal talk, but they hadn't left.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Along with my sudden desire to feel close to her, I also felt concern at her quietness. I could tell that something more than her grandfather's health was bothering her.

Her mouth opened, but the phone rang, silencing her. She stood up and went to answer it. "Hello?...Yes, he's here...Yeah, we're almost done. How's Grandpa?...Okay...Okay...Alright...Love you, too...Bye."

"Your parents?" I asked after she sat back down.

"Yeah," she said. "Grandpa had a mild stroke. He's doing better, but they're going to spend the night up there with him. They said they should be back tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, that's a relief," I said.

She nodded silently, that troubled look coming back to her.

"So, how's school?" I asked, trying to take her mind off of whatever was bothering her. Her face lit up as we talked about her education and her plans for college. I could tell that she was eager for the next step. As we talked, whatever was bothering her seemed to fade. Until, that is, I asked about her boyfriend.

"We broke up," she said, her eyes downcast.

"I'm sorry, Susie," I said. I couldn't help my heart going out to her. "Was it serious?"

She sniffed, and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. "It was for me. I guess it wasn't for him."

I pushed down the urge to offer consoling words. Phrases like 'It's for the best,' or 'There are plenty of others,' and 'You're still young' had bombarded me from all sides when I was her age, and I got sick of them quickly. I knew that those wouldn't help her. So I pulled out my handkerchief and offered it to her instead.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. "I know that's what's been bothering you."

She let it all out. Between sobs, she told me the whole story, from how they met to how they broke up. At first, I felt as she did: he seemed like a decent guy. As her story continued, I started to see things about him that bothered me. By the time she told me that he'd broken it off with her, I was glad that she was free of him, even if it did hurt her something fierce.

I gave her a few minutes to calm down before I asked the question that was burning in my mind. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to," I began. She looked at me expectantly, so I bit the bullet and asked. "Had you two...well...While you were dating, had you ever...?" I knew what I wanted to ask, but I couldn't.

She nodded. "Just once," she said. "He broke up with me after that."

I was glad that he wasn't near me right then. I'd known Susie too long not to feel anger at this guy's betrayal.

Now that she'd answered the question that I couldn't ask, it was easier for me to continue. "Was he your first?"

She nodded again. "He wanted to, and everyone else was telling me how much fun it was. So I finally let him." She put my handkerchief up to her eyes again, wiping away more tears. "It was awful. I didn't think it was going to be like that; I thought it was supposed to be something special. It wasn't special or fun. Afterward, he went around bragging to all his friends that we'd done it, and that just made me feel worse." She sat quietly for a few minutes, drowning in sorrow. By now, I had shifted closer and was holding her hand, trying to offer a little comfort. "He used me," she said bitterly.

"I know that this probably won't be what you want to hear," I began slowly, "but you probably should." I hesitated, but she looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "There are a lot of people out there that will try and use you like he did. It's not nice, but it's true. It goes especially for you, because you're young, beautiful, and with these trusts, you're now pretty well off.

"What you have to keep in mind, though, is that you're also smart, with a good sense of right and wrong. If something doesn't feel right, then it probably isn't. Take your time before you jump into anything; make sure it's what you want. If you do something, do it because you want to, not because of what anyone else says."

I stopped, suddenly feeling really foolish and a lot older than I really was. "Of course, you probably already know that," I said, grinning, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

She grinned with me, and I felt better. "Thanks," she said.

I withdrew my hand and we sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping our drinks. I sat regarding her, admiring her inner strength. She sat with her eyes turned down to the handkerchief she held in her lap, dealing with whatever thoughts were going through her mind.

"It's not really like that, is it?" she asked, breaking the silence.

It took me a moment to realize that she'd spoken. "I'm sorry. What?"

"Sex. Is it really heartless and pointless?"

I cleared my throat. "I like to think it isn't."

"Will you show me?"

I jumped in my seat, the shock at her question overwhelming my senses for a moment. "What?"

She raised her eyes to look at me, and I could see the determination and sincerity in them. She was serious, I realized. "Will you have sex with me? I want to know what it's really like."

I shifted, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. I cleared my throat again. "I don't think that's such a good idea," I said, stammering. My loins, however, begged to differ. All they saw was a beautiful and willing young woman.

"Why?" she asked.

Oh, the answers I could have given her. "Well, it wouldn't be right," was the only answer I could say.

"Nobody has to know," she said, shifting closer and taking my hand in hers. "Helen's left for the day, and my parents won't be back until tomorrow."

My vision narrowed only to her presence, everything else forgotten. We were still in the parlor, weren't we? What time was it? Her determination was whittling away my resolve. I couldn't let this happen, but all I wanted to do was bring her into my arms and roam my hands and lips over her body.

"You're just eighteen," I said weakly. "I'm thirty. It wouldn't be right."

"I'm old enough to make my own decisions," she said, the words sounding vaguely familiar. "If I'm going to do something, I should do it because I want to, not because someone else says I have to."

Who the hell told her that nonsense? Her fingers started to gently stroke my hand, shorting out the circuits in my brain. It had been awhile since I'd been with a woman, and my need was starting make itself known. We were alone, willing, and had many, many hours left to ourselves. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable, and the clearest blue that I had seen in years. She had bared her soul to me, shown me what she wanted above everything else. So why was I hesitating?

"Why me? Why are you so eager to do this? You should wait until you've met someone special."

"But you are special," she said. "I trust you, Allan. I want to know what I have to look forward to. I want to know that there are men out there who won't use me like Bobby did. I want to know that it can be special and tender. I think that you can be the one to show it to me. Please?"

She sounded so fragile and desperate that my heart went out to her. Could I fulfill her, make her happy? She had moved closer, her head inches from me. Her breath smelled of cinnamon, her eyes piercing through mine, causing my heart to race. I kept myself in fairly decent shape, but the fear passed through me that if she got any closer, my heart would stop from exhaustion.

"You know that I don't speak for all men," I said softly.

She grinned. "I know," she said, and our lips met.

She was a little more forward than I like, but as her soft lips touched mine, my complaints went out the window, along with my reservations. I let her take the initiative, showing me what she wanted before I did anything. Our bodies now pressed together, and I acted on the desire to hold her. I lifted her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her waist as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She was the perfect height, so I didn't have to tilt my head too far up to have access to her succulent lips. When her mouth opened against me and her tongue peeked out to fleetingly stroke across my lips, I opened myself for her.

As our tongues slipped out and caressed each other, desire began to flow between and within us. I could feel my cock hardening, pressing against the confines of my slacks to gently nudge against her thigh. Leaving one arm wrapped around her waist, I ran the other up and down her back, feeling her body through the thin fabric. I kept my touches gentle and brief, never focusing on one area for too long. This young woman wanted to know how beautiful, special, and precious sex could be, and I intended to show her.

I moved my arm down her waist over the flare of her hips, feeling her shift above me at my touch. I continued downward until my hand rested on her thigh, feeling her heat through the dress. One of her hands mimicked my movements, gliding down my shoulder to skim over my chest. The dress shirt that I was wearing seemed awfully hot and confining all of a sudden, but I bore it, letting her explore me.

I'm not sure when it happened or how long it took, but I could tell when her desire was starting to affect her. Her breathing had quickened, her hands and fingers were wandering over my chest and shoulders with more frequency, her body was writhing a little more urgently, and our kiss was getting more passionate and demanding. I wrapped my arm around her back until I could just feel the swell of a breast with the tips of my fingers. It was just a glancing touch, hardly noticeable, but her accompanying moan told me that her body's desire was awakening. I slowly caressed the swell of her breast with my fingertips, feeling her softness, swallowing her urgent moans.

I felt a deep loss when she broke our kiss. She stood up, withdrawing her body from my hands. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, and her eyes revealed her need to me.

"Come upstairs," she said, offering her hand to me.

I clasped my hand in hers and let her lead me upstairs to her bedroom. Walking into her room, I saw the light from the setting sun highlight the four-poster queen-sized bed that rested against the large window. I noticed shelves of books and CDs, posters, small stuffed animals, a small television, a desk, and a number of other things that one might see in a young woman's bedroom. To me, they were all superficial decorations. I stood at the foot of her bed and turned around to watch her as she shut the door and locked it.

"It's starting to get dark," she said. "Do you want me to turn on the light?" Her fingers hovered over the switch, waiting for my answer.

I shrugged. "I'll leave that up to you," I said.

She withdrew her hand and stood there facing me. I didn't move from my spot, regarding her as she regarded me. Wordlessly, she reached behind her and began to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. I watched her arms fall as each button was undone, and I wasn't sure if I should do anything, so I didn't. I just watched as this vision slowly revealed herself to my hungry and appreciative gaze. Finally, her hands came back to her front, and rising back to her shoulders, she slowly pulled the yellow garment down.

Bit by bit, Susie's glorious ivory skin was revealed to my eyes. The dress fell to reveal her breasts, encased in a simple white bra, crested by her locket. The dress continued to plummet over her tight stomach until it caught on the gentle flare of her hips. She forced it down, revealing the white lace panties that covered her womanhood. Free of her hips, the dress fell to pool at her feet. She stood there with her hands clutched in front of her hips. I vaguely noticed the bracelet around her wrist sparkling in the evening's fading light. I looked up at her and saw a pleasing flush coloring her cheeks.

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Allan?" she asked.

My mouth had gone dry, and I had to swallow a couple of times before I could speak. "God, yes," I said softly.

She stepped out of the puddle of yellow fabric and approached me. Some part of me was afraid that her closeness would kill me and I wanted to retreat, but I was already pressed against the foot of the bed. With no place to go, I stood there dumbly as she came closer, her eyes never leaving mine, the flush seeming to spread as she grinned at my awkwardness. I had known this girl for years, and the idea of this happening was still something my mind was trying to accept.




Loving Touch



"Are you okay?" she asked, her hands coming up to grasp the knot of my tie.

I swallowed hard. Feeling as though my mouth was full of glue, I simply nodded. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this nervous in front of a woman, but Susie had a power all her own and I was succumbing to it quickly.

"If you don't want to do this," she said, dropping her gaze, "I understand."

I'm not sure what finally broke me. Perhaps it was the sadness in her voice and on her face. Perhaps it was her beauty, her youthful innocence radiating from her in waves. Perhaps it was the fact that I wanted to finish what we'd started. Or it could have even been the need to use her body to relieve my frustrations. Whatever it was, my nervousness vanished and I grasped her hands in mine, engulfing her fingers in my grip. When she looked up at me, I dipped my head down and claimed her mouth once again. Only this time, I was full of determination and desire, all hesitation and clumsiness gone. I had made a promise to please her, and I intended to make good on it.

I released her hands to grasp her hips, feeling the smooth warmth of her bare skin against my own. Blindly, she fumbled with the knot of my tie as our tongues danced in yet another mindless and passionate kiss. She finally managed to undo my tie, ripping it from around my neck to throw it on the floor. She didn't hesitate before starting to work her way down my shirt, undoing the buttons.

I had to feel her closer to me, the scant few inches between us too far for me. I moved one of my hands up her back, stroking along her spine. Susie squirmed at my touch, but didn't pull her lips away from mine. I felt each ridge as I went higher, lingering around the clasp of her bra. I continued onward and dipped under her mane of hair to finally grip the back of her neck, pulling her tighter into our searing kiss. As though she sensed my desire, she moved forward and our bodies were finally pressed together. I wrapped my other hand around her waist, clutching her warm body against my own. As her stomach pressed into my groin and felt the hardness that dwelled there, I swallowed yet another moan from her.

I was surprised when I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders, pushing my dress shirt off my body. All that was left was the undershirt, and I broke the kiss, eager to get it off. I reluctantly released her body and pulled the confining garment off. As the hem of the shirt rose over my stomach and chest, Susie's silken fingertips followed, tickling me slightly. I threw the undershirt on the floor to join the dress shirt and tie and wrapped my arms around her once again, needing to devour her mouth and feel her naked skin against my own.

I moaned appreciatively as Susie's arms wrapped around me to move over my back. I moved both hands down her body until they finally grasped the firm womanly globes of her ass, the flesh taut and hot in my grip. I pulled her into me, my manhood pressing harder into her stomach. Our kiss became frenzied, neither of us shy about what we wanted. Her hands moved down my back to rest at my hips. I didn't resist when she slowly pulled away from me. Breaking our kiss, we looked at each other, our breathing heavy. She looked so passionate and sexy there before me with her swollen lips and flushed face.

Silently, Susie ran her hands down the naked skin of my chest, her fingernails lightly scratching my nipples. Her eyes followed her hands down to the waistband of my slacks, her tongue sneaking out to briefly wet her lips. She looked up at me then and smiled before quickly unbuckling my belt. She pulled it off just as she had my tie, throwing it away with the growing pile of clothes. I could hear her deep breaths as she undid the button and the zipper, her delicate hands brushing my cock through the material. Her fingernails scratched me as her hands dipped under the waistband, gripping my slacks and underwear firmly. As she kneeled down to lower the last pieces of clothing I wore, I sat on the bed and quickly slipped off my dress shoes, removing the final barrier she had to cross.

After throwing the clothing away, she remained kneeled in front of me and her gaze traveled up my feet and over my legs. She spent several minutes staring at my cock before continuing up over my stomach and chest before she finally caught my eyes. I looked at her, her innocence at war with the desire that seemed to course through her veins. She was truly a very sexy young woman.

"Do you want me to...?" Susie asked, hesitating. With her eyes staring at my cock and her hand slowly inching up my leg toward it, her unasked question was obvious to me.

I shook my head. "Not if you don't want to."

She looked back up at me, then back down at my swollen manhood. With a determined look, her hand moved the last few inches and wrapped around my width firmly. I groaned as her hand enveloped me, the pleasure shooting through my body. Her touch was so warm, her skin so soft...

Through eyes heavy with desire, I watched as Susie moved her head closer to my tip. I could feel the heat of her breath stirring across my skin. Everything was lost then as her lips finally touched my tip and my eyes closed in rapture. She started with soft kisses, lingering around my head before placing feather-soft kisses up and down my shaft. Her free hand had moved up to grasp my hip, holding me in a grip that I wasn't about to leave. I leaned back, my hands supporting me as her lips and tongue moved over me.

Her soft kisses turned to licks, her tongue running up and down my length one second and lightly flicking over me the next. Her grip held me prisoner to her exploring mouth. Her quiet moans and rapid breaths were the only sounds that I could hear. I shifted on the bed, groaning as she worked over me, the sensations too pleasurable for me to endure.

"Tell me when you're going to cum, okay?" Susie asked.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her, her gaze turned up to me.

"I want to know when you're going to cum," she repeated.

With that, she dropped her head back down and finally took my cock in her mouth. I cried out, gripping the sheets beneath me as her head dipped lower. She kept my manhood prisoner in her warm hand, holding me steady as she plunged down my length inch by inch. She sucked on my flesh strongly, the pull demanding almost to the point of needy. I could feel her wet mouth gliding up and down my shaft, could feel her tongue stroke over my skin as she moved, and could feel the tight grip of her hand as she held me.

I couldn't believe that she was doing this. This young woman was sucking my cock, her head bobbing purposefully as her mouth worked over me. The strands of her hair flew about her head, covering her face from my gaze. I forced myself to brush her hair to the side so that I could see her face as she sucked me. I rested my hand against her, holding her as she moved, letting her do what she wanted. I sat there and felt her silken strands move through my fingers as her silken mouth moved over my hard and throbbing member.

As she continued, her moans and sighs were soon accompanied by a gentle sucking sound. She was now alternating between engulfing my cock in her mouth, lightly kissing around its width, and running her tongue over its length. I didn't know where she had learned to do this, but she truly was a master in my eyes. Just as I thought I was going to explode in her sweet mouth, she pulled away, teasing me. Just when I was tired of her teasing, she engulfed my length again, her head bobbing quickly and her mouth sucking strongly, urging me to release my seed. The only sounds that came from me were mumbled praises and mindless babbling, my brain lost to rational thought.

Finally, after what seemed like many torturous hours, I realized when she had sucked on my length for one second too long. I could feel my balls tighten and my cock thicken ever-so-slightly, my body ready to release its pent-up energy. Somewhere beneath the ragged breaths, the deep moans, and the pervading sucks, I remembered her request.

"Susie, hon, I'm going to cum," I managed to say, my words strangled.

Susie pulled her mouth off of me quickly and tightened her grip on my shaft. She scooted closer between my legs until her bra-clad breasts surrounded my cock. Leaning her body over my shaft, she moved her fist over me quickly, the sensation electrifying my body. I kept my hand twirled in her hair, not wanting to let go of this pretty face. She looked up at me, and I could barely see her need beneath my heavy lids.

"Come on, Allan," she whispered, her voice husky. "You can do it. Cum all over me."

Her plea, uttered in that sultry and needy voice and coming from that sexy and succulent mouth, triggered my release. I could feel it deep within me as my cum started to race up my shaft. I could feel my stomach tighten with my impending explosion. As my seed boiled at the tip, I swear I could feel my heart stop.

"Oh...God!!" I cried out. My eyes clenched shut tightly, and the grips I had on her hair and the sheet became like iron as my body stiffened with release.

I couldn't see my white liquid erupt from me, but I could feel the pulses of each explosion. Susie's hand never stopped jerking me, her grip demanding me to release every precious drop of my life-giving fluid. My cum was ripped out of me, one spurt after another, the explosions hard and vicious to the point of being almost painful. I collapsed on the bed as my body continued to spend itself, my energy going to my release and the deathgrips I had on Susie's hair and the sheet beneath me.

Susie didn't say anything, even after my explosions slowed to a stop. I could hear her deep breathing, could feel her air tickling my sensitive tip, but she remained quiet. Her hand continued to hold me, squeezing the last drops of cum from me. Even her hand, though, eventually quit moving to cradle my softening member as I lay there, my mind shattered.

Somewhere within me, I found enough strength to open my eyes and look at Susie. The ivory expanse of skin between the straps of her bra seemed as though it was coated in my passion. Strands and blobs lay in the valley between her breasts and the tops of her mounds, outlined the locket, and even dripped from the bottom of her chin. The hand that she had held at my hip throughout it all had risen to run over the gooey liquid. Her fingers touched it lightly, as though she didn't know what to make of its presence. Seeing her body coated with my release, I closed my eyes again and tried to regain my breath. Now I understood why I felt as though I'd died.

In the haze of my afterglow, I felt Susie release my cock and pull away from me. I watched her walk to her dresser and pull out a towel and run it over her body. I could see us reflected in the large mirror above her dresser: her, wiping my cum off of her skin, me, lying on the bed watching her. I struggled to sit up, drawing her gaze to me in the mirror. I stood up and walked behind her, running my hands up and down her arms, softly stroking her. She just looked at me and didn't say a word, her hand mindlessly wiping away my fluid.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I couldn't help asking.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just did what I thought you'd like. Didn't you like it?" she asked, her eyes downcast.

My grip on her arms tightened, my answer emphatic. "I loved it." I moved my hands up to her shoulders, lightly fingering the straps of her bra. "Now it's your turn," I said, slowly pushing the straps down.

My head moved down to the curve of her neck, kissing her lightly. Her head tilted, opening herself to my lips. The elusive scent of her perfume surrounded me and the silken strands of her hair tickled me. I ran my tongue over her skin, tasting her, giving her a hint of what was to come. I could feel her pulse beneath my lips as I traveled over her neck, her breath quickening with desire. As the straps of her bra fell from her shoulders, I followed its path with feather-light kisses and appreciative sighs.

My hands strayed from her arms to the middle of her back to revisit the clasp of her bra. I undid each tiny hook, her bra now suspended by the curves of her small breasts. Pulling her hair to the side, I placed a kiss at the nape of her neck and moved down her spine, kissing my way down her body, my tongue caressing each ridge that I came across. I moved slowly, taking my time, laving each knob with my saliva before I continued my journey. As I moved lower, I kneeled behind her to have better access to her supple body. The opened clasp of her bra grazed my cheeks as I passed it, but I ignored it, reveling in the taste and scent of her skin and her quiet sighs. I continued my journey until I reached the small of her back, her spine flaring outward to crest her firm ass, still clad in white.

I stood back up and wrapped my arms around her, gazing at her in the mirror. Her head was arched back into my shoulder, her eyes closed, her lips parted from her moans and sighs. My fingers traced the edges of her bra, from the straps that were wound around her arms to the ridge of the lace cups. I could see the small nubs of her nipples indenting the fabric, prominent and hard. Her breasts were rising and falling with each deep, labored breath, and I continued to run my fingers over her skin. I let my fingers fall down over her proud breasts, skirting over the tender points that peeked through the lace. I moved from one mound to the other, twirling a finger around each nub, feeling Susie arch into my touch.

"Exquisite," I whispered in her ear.

Cradling her cheek in my hand, I turned her head back to face me. I shifted my body into her, my awakening cock pressing into her back, her warmth wrapping around me. As our heads and lips pressed together once more, I gripped her bra and drew it down her arms and off her body, revealing her nude form. Tossing the forgotten garment on the floor and releasing her cheek, I lowered both of my hands to caress and cradle the weight of her breasts in the palm of my hand. Lightly cupping her firm spheres, I let my fingers glide over her rose-pink nipples, finally knowing the heat and feel of her naked points.

Susie gasped into my mouth at my touch and turned her body fully toward me. We were now flesh pressed against flesh, warmth against warmth, desire against desire. Her locket ground itself into my chest, the cold metal quickly heating between us. Her nipples pressed into me, burning my skin. I rejoiced in the feeling of my cock pressing against her stomach.

As our tongues dueled heatedly and vigorously, my hands moved to once again grip her panty-clad ass, massaging her body. I lifted her into my grip, her legs wrapping around my thighs. She pulled away from my lips to watch me as she ground her loins into my cock, smiling at my groan. Her head bent down to tease the skin of my neck, and all I could do was tilt my head and moan as she left her mark on me.

I made our way back to the bed, my steps accompanied by moans, sighs, and the barely-perceptible suckling of Susie's hot lips against my skin. Her teeth lightly nipped me, scratching against me as she feasted on my neck. I lowered her down onto the bed and she pulled away from my neck, watching me expectantly. This was the same place I had sat when Susie pleased me. Now, the positions were reversed, and she sat there looking up at me, waiting for whatever I had in mind.

I gently pressed her down to lie on the bed. I followed her, resting on my elbow beside her. Her hand reached up to caress my cheek, her eyes boring into me. I mimicked the movement, feeling her softness beneath my fingers, searching for her thoughts and feelings deep in the blue ocean of her eyes. I bent my head closer to her, still seeking, looking again for fear, doubt, or uncertainty. I saw none of those things in those crystalline depths, so I melded my lips to hers and feasted on her desire, want, and need.

As our mouths cherished one another, her arm wrapped around my shoulder and held me against her. My free hand moved down her body, skimming along her skin, searching for those hidden places that made her writhe and moan under me. I skirted her arm, the crease of her armpit, the slope of her chest, my fingers finally reaching the low mountains of her breasts. I cupped one in my hand, my palm rubbing against the nipple, feeling it pierce into me. My fingers flexed against her yielding flesh, softly digging into her mound. Her back arched into my grip yet again as I swallowed her moans.

From one breast to another I moved, every sacred inch feeling the pads of my fingers. My hand frolicked in the valley between her breasts, hunted in the forgotten plains underneath their expanse, flew around the open fields of their crests, and finally climbed up to claim the turgid peaks. All the while, Susie's body writhed and squirmed under me as feelings and sensations that she had probably never felt before assaulted her. I broke the kiss, intending to give her all the passionate knowledge that I could.

I moved down her body, my lips skirting over her. Each part of her seemed to have its own distinct taste and scent. Running my tongue along the edge of her locket, I could faintly taste and smell the cum that I had bestowed on her. I longed to smell and taste the flavors that her breasts had to offer. Moving down, I finally reached my destination, her mound of flesh already cradled in my hand. Not wanting to ignore her other breast, I massaged it with my free hand as my mouth explored the womanly globe in front of me. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her breast, I heard her sharp gasp as I began to feast on her body.

My tongue played in the same fields my fingers had explored, leaving wet trails along her skin. I kissed and licked around the foothills of her small mountain, listening for her quiet moans. I climbed higher, exploring, feeling her body tense and relax below mine. Still I climbed, until I finally reached the tip of her glorious mound, her nipple standing erect to welcome me. I took her nipple into my mouth, engulfing it in heat, wetness, and suction. I drew on it strongly, Susie's gasps and soft cries driving me onward. I swirled and twisted my tongue around her tiny knob, tasting her flesh, suckling her. 

My hands continued to grasp, massage, and wander around her breasts, each mound receiving all the attention I could bestow on it. I moved from tip to tip, my tongue drawing paths between them as each breast received the same treatment, the same tender care. I could only guess at the thoughts that were racing through Susie's mind. When her hands reached up to hold my head prisoner against her chest, I had a pretty good idea what those thoughts were.

It may have been only minutes that I lingered on those slopes, but it felt like lifetimes. I couldn't get enough of her taste, her scent, or her cries. I lingered on those sensitive buds, skirted around the base of those hills, and stroked her warm skin with my fingers. All the while, Susie's hands never released me, her back constantly arching into my lips. Wanting to give her the release she deserved, I reluctantly relinquished her breasts to continue down her body.

I skimmed over the taut muscles of her stomach, blowing my warm breath across its plane. As I slid lower, I let my tongue dip out and touch her, flicking over her briefly before moving on. My hands slid down her body, gripping the sides of her stomach, feeling her move beneath me. I could feel her ribs beneath my fingers, could feel her waist shift in my grip. When I reached her bellybutton, my tongue dived into the small hole, wiggling around, feeling her body jolt. I stayed briefly, forced onward by both desire and her mindless grip at my head, both urging me to continue.

Her womanhood had its own earthy scent, vaguely present beneath the thin veil of white that covered her. I gripped her hips, holding her shifting body steady as I moved my lips down the expanse of cloth. Her legs parted for me eagerly, and she rose up onto her elbows to watch me as I moved over her. I closed my eyes as I edged ever-closer to her fabric-covered vagina, letting her sounds, scent, and taste become my world. Finally, after seconds, minutes, hours of waiting, I lightly flicked my tongue out and caressed her folds through the cloth.




Loving Touch



Susie's strangled cry at my touch only goaded me to continue. I could taste her feminine fluids through the panties, the fabric soaked beyond its capacity. I buried my head into her juncture, enveloping my mouth and nose in her warmth. Her hips bounced in my grip, her pussy rubbing against my mouth despite my efforts to hold her. I sensed how close she was, could feel her body tightening, could taste her nectar as it leaked out, and could hear her pleas for release.

I pulled away from her womanhood. I could see that her panties were indeed soaked through, her outer lips swollen and prominent with desire. I looked up at her then, seeing so many things in that wonderful woman's eyes. With a small curve of my fingers, the waistband of her panties was in my grip. I slowly pulled them down the length of her legs, revealing her loins in all their glistening beauty.

My gaze absorbed the naked lips of her pussy as they seemed to glow in the near-darkness that we were in. The sparse patch of blonde that crested her vagina was perfectly trimmed and elegant, a mark of maturity on this innocent girl. Throwing the panties away, I kneeled down in front of her and gripped her hips once again. Susie watched me as I approached her center, her lips parted and her breathing heavy. When my mouth finally touched the ripe softness of her feminine lips, I became ignorant of everything but her.

I could vaguely hear her shallow cries as I began to suck on her outer lips. My tongue worked over her skin, licking up the clear nectar that covered her. Her taste was sweet and addictive, and the need to mindlessly feast on her tried to take hold of me. I kept myself patient though, wanting to share the same consideration and care for her that she had shown me.

One at a time, I took the petals of her outer lips in my mouth, running my tongue over them, sucking up the juices that coated them. I worked slowly, savoring this young woman's taste and feel on my tongue, my mind dancing to the soft cries that erupted from her mouth. Her hands gripped my head, holding me tightly as her hips writhed beneath me, but I continued slowly, enjoying the meal that had been revealed to me.

I pulled her legs over my shoulders and her thighs held me tightly. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I pulled open the petals of her womanhood, revealing the glowing pink ripeness that dwelled hidden there between her legs. I breathed in her scent deeply, the aroma fueling my own desire just as my touch was fueling hers. Just above the clenching entry of her tunnel, I could see the hidden jewel of her clit slightly protruding from beneath its hood. I slowly caressed the bud of her flower with my thumb as my lips and tongue moved to delve into the heated depths of her vagina.

With her inner folds revealed to my gaze, I eagerly bent my head toward them and ran my tongue over her. As my tongue laved and suckled her, Susie's body jerked again. Her juices were more abundant here, and I sucked them greedily, drawing them into me like water. The heat of her tunnel surrounded me, enticing me, tempting me. My tongue skirted around its rim, and I could feel it spasm at my touch and release more of her nectar. Her fluid called to me, a drug that I had to have. Taking a deep breath, I plunged my tongue into Susie's quivering depths and was lost.

Here at the fountain, I could sate my need for her taste, could drink my fill until my thirst was quenched. My tongue swirled around her vaginal walls, feeling the flesh that surrounded me, reveling in its heat. Somewhere, I ran across her inner-most center of pleasure and her body spasmed around me. Focusing on that point, I was rewarded with a fresh trickle of her copious fluids. As my tongue caressed and licked her inner walls, my breath stirred across her clit, the gusts of air causing her body to writhe under me.

Her fountain was depthless, the liquid never-ending. I don't know how long I delved in her cavern. Eager to feel her as she came, my mouth moved up over her womanhood, licking and kissing her body, searching for the treasure that would make my quest worthwhile. I could almost hear her body cry out at my departure from her, and I slowly probed a finger inside her, quelling its sadness. Another finger soon joined it and together they worked inside her, pulling in and out, mimicking the ancient movement of sex. Her inner walls clenched around my intruding fingers, bathing them in her juices.

As my fingers continued their constant in-and-out motion, my mouth finally found what it was searching for. Peeking out as though unsure of the world around it, Susie's clit seemed to welcome my touch like a long lost friend, jumping as my lips gently kissed it. Susie, in turn, sat up fully, huddled downward into my touch, her hands and thighs holding me against her. I set about my task at her clit with a vengeance, determined to feel her body shatter at my touch.

I gently held her clit prisoner between my lips, my breath gently stirring across it, readying it for what I was going to do. I sped up the fingers in her pussy, rubbing her inner walls firmly, driving into her. Then, finally, I began to rapidly flick my tongue over the precious bud, forcing her to climb that last peak before she fell.

Susie reacted just as I hoped she would. She fell back onto the bed, soft cries filling the room as my fingers and tongue moved over the most sensitive places on her body. Her hips bucked into my touch, desperate for release, and my free hand struggled to hold her steady. I worked quickly, need and determination driving me. I needed to feel her cum, needed her to cry out in release, needed her to be satisfied.

I wasn't sure how long I kept up the maddening pace; a few minutes, perhaps. Her body had been crying for a release probably since before she had taken off her dress. However long I worked, however long she had desired to cum, her body didn't disappoint her. I could feel Susie go rigid beneath me. Her hands gripped my head, her thighs clenched around my neck, her back arched, and her stomach went taught. I heard her cry out, a long, soft wail, and then my fingers were bathed in her cum.

I continued to move my tongue over her clit, continued to move my fingers in her clutching passage. Her fountain erupted over me, her liquid passion running down my hand and arm, trickling down her womanhood to pool at the edge of the bed, slowly leaking under her body. Still I continued to move over her, drawing out every last precious drop just as she had done to me. I briefly pulled away from her clit to taste her cum, the fluid pleasing on my tongue.

As her body relaxed, I slowed down my movements, pulling away from her clit and pussy, placing soft kisses against her hot, sensitive flesh. Our sighs filled the room as I withdrew from between her thighs to stand above her. Her cum coated my hand and my face, but I didn't move away from her, wanting to look at this beautiful angel as she lay there in her post-orgasmic glow. She struggled to move up the bed, finally resting her head on the pillows. That was when I noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, God," I gasped out, "are you okay? Did I hurt you? Susie, answer me." I crawled up the bed beside her and lay down, clutching her trembling hands.

She shook her head and smiled. "No, I'm okay," she gasped out. "I'm just happy. That's never happened to me before. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I moved a hand to run through her hair, moistened by sweat. I gazed into her eyes and smiled at her. No words really seemed to fit.

"Is that what it's like?" she asked, staring at me.

I smiled and nodded.

She chuckled and stared up at the ceiling. Her trembling slowed to a stop and I wrapped my arms around her, cradling me against me. I could feel her warmth, could smell the tangy scent of her sweat and cum hanging in the air. My manhood pressed into her thigh, full and demanding, but I let her calm down.

"You were right," she whispered. "It was fun."

"And beautiful," I added. She turned to look at me, surprised. "Very beautiful," I repeated. "You really are an angel." She lightly kissed me, our tongues dipping out briefly to touch each other before she pulled back and gazed up at the ceiling again.

Our world was dark now, the sun having set during our passion. How long it had been, I didn't know, but we didn't need any light. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, glowing with beauty and innocence. I held her, letting her thoughts dwell on what they would, feeling satisfied that I had given her something to believe in. I stretched slightly, my knees and legs tight after kneeling in front of her, and I could feel my cock brush against her thigh.

Susie turned to look at me there in the darkness. "Do you still want to have sex with me?" she asked.

I looked at her and sighed, words still coming to me with difficulty in her presence. Of course I wanted to have sex with her. I wanted to feel her body wrapped around mine, I wanted to plunge my cock into her depths, I wanted to take her and use her and have her, even if it was just for tonight.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you to have sex with me," she said, a gentle smile spreading her cheeks. I could detect the eagerness in her voice, the remembered passion that she had felt and wanted to feel again.

I climbed above her, resting on my elbows on either side of her head. Her legs parted to open her womanhood to me, and I gently pressed my cock against her, stroking her with its length. She drew in a quick breath at my touch, but didn't say anything. Her eyes closed and her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me, waiting for me.

"I don't want to have sex with you," I said.

Her eyes shot open at my statement, and I could see the hurt and disappointment blossom in those blue orbs. I bent down and nuzzled against her neck, moving up to gently run my tongue along the rim of her ear. Her head tilted, but she didn't pull away.

"I want to make love to you, Susie," I said, looking in her eyes.

"Susan," she whispered. "Call me Susan."

I nodded. "Will you let me make love to you, Susan?" I asked, my head closing the distance between us.

"All you want," she answered.

I shifted my arms to reach under her head, cradling her, holding her. As our lips touched, I slowly pushed myself against her womanhood. As our tongues met and danced over each other, my cock slowly thrust into her crevice to begin the journey deep into her body. Her arms and legs clutched around me, gripping me, her hands holding my lips against hers as we began to move against one another.

I slowly gained ground inside her, a bit at a time. She was so tight, her body clenching me tightly as I invaded her, possessed her. I felt her wince as I moved inside her, and I pulled away to look down at her, concerned that I was hurting her.

"Are you okay, Susan?" I asked softly, stilling my thrusts.

She nodded, and I could see solitary tears seep from her clenched eyes. "I've only done this once before, so please go slowly. I want to, but go slow," she pleaded.

I moved a hand from underneath her head to stroke her hair and wipe the tears from her eyes. I continued to move in her, forging ahead slowly, letting her passage open for me and accept me. Her copious fluids coated our loins as I continued, and I could feel her body relax under me. I continued to kiss her, my tongue dipping in and out of her mouth just as my cock was dipping in and out of her vagina. Over and over again I strove forward until finally, after uncounted minutes, I was fully inside her. I felt her tunnel walls massaging my entire length, all around my width. It was a sensation I had not felt in a long time, and I was glad that I could share it with the young woman beneath me.

I held still then, unmoving, giving Susan's body a chance to adjust to my girth inside it. I moved my hand down from her hair to skim across her shoulders and over her chest before finally resting on her breast. I gently squeezed the pliant flesh beneath my fingers as I kissed her, letting her passion reawaken.

After more uncounted minutes, she pulled my head off of hers, looking at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked yet again.

She nodded. "Do it," she whispered. "I want to feel you do it."

I didn't say anything. I just stared into her eyes, feeling the connection there, willing us to hold it. I slowly withdrew my cock from her depths, only to plunge myself back into her hard and sure. She gasped and closed her eyes, breaking our bond. I repeated the movement and was rewarded with another gasp. Her body was awakening underneath mine, her legs subtly tighter around my hips, her arms running up and down my body. Now, I thought, she was ready for everything I could give her.

I began to speed up my thrusts, plunging into her deeply, powerfully. Her back arched into the sensations, her neck exposed to my lips as I worshipped her glorious body. Feeling her pulse point against my lips once again, I left my mark on her. Susan's soft moans just added to the delicate flavor of her skin as I suckled on her neck, my teeth lightly nibbling her flesh. Her hands clutched around my head, imprisoning me against her neck, and I loved her for it.

I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hold off, so I slowed down my movements, my thrusts becoming shallow and teasing. I occasionally plunged my entire length in to her, needing to feel her arch in to me, but I wanted this to last for her. I bent my neck as I continued down her torso until I finally reached her breasts. With another hard plunge into her, I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked strongly.

So it went, as seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes slowed down until time stopped. Sweat covered our bodies as we writhed against each other, lips to lips, breasts to chest, stomach to stomach, man and woman. Her hips rose up with each of my thrusts, accepting me, begging me to fill her. Her hands reached down and grasped my ass, gripping me tightly and forcing me deeper into her body. Imprisoned in her embrace, I let her swallow my moan of appreciation as her tongue ran across mine.

I could feel it when her body began to tense, her tunnel's walls tightening their grip around me. Our breaths had long ago become ragged gasps and harsh moans, but her moans were becoming soft, long wails. Her fingernails dug in to me, scratching my skin, the pain fueling my need to drive into her willing body. I could feel my own body reach the final peak, my balls tightening against me.

"Susan," I gasped out, still moving above her.

Her head was arched back into the pillows, her mind seemingly lost to the feeling of my body moving over her and inside her.

"Susan," I repeated. I was getting close…she was getting close. "Susan, I'm going to cum!"

"Do it," she gasped out. "Just a little more...please, a little more."

I sped up my thrusts, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filling the space around us. She cried out softly, her passion quiet and innocent.

"Susan, I'm going to cum!" I struggled to say it, afraid that she hadn't heard me.

"I know," she said breathlessly. "Do it. Inside me!"

I couldn't hold on anymore. My groan was ripped from my throat as my cum was ripped from my body. I ejected spurt after spurt into her depths, more than what I thought was possible, and still I continued to explode inside her. As the first of my explosions rocked through me, Susan's own body shattered, her vaginal walls tightening around my length, imprisoning me inside her and bathing me in her cum. Her long wail was swallowed by my mouth as I moved to kiss her as my release continued.

As I felt my cock softening inside her warm cavern, her legs relaxed against me, falling down to my sides, releasing my hips. Her arms wrapped around my back, stroking my sweat-soaked skin as I ran my fingers through the wet strands of her hair. I pulled out of her, feeling our mixture of liquids trickle out of her body behind me. I gently probed her, dipping shallowly into her over and over until my body finally gave out. I got off of her and lay beside her, our bodies turned to each other. We embraced each other and exchanged soft kisses, our need to touch and taste each other having never dwindled after our first kiss on her couch downstairs. As our breathing slowed, I asked her the question that now burned in my mind.

"Was it what you hoped it would be?"

She looked at me, tears glistening in her eyes. "Yes, it is," she said, smiling. "It was everything that I could have dreamed of."

"You know that this changes things between us," I said softly, my mind slowly coming back to reality.

"I know," she whispered. "Would you be willing to do this again? It was so wonderful; I don't want this to be the only time."

I regarded her, her innocence, her maturity, her beauty. "I don't know," I answered truthfully. "We'll have to see what happens." I ran my fingers through her hair, gazing into her blue eyes. "Sleep now," I said. "Just sleep for now."

She snuggled into my body, laying her leg across my thighs, slowly drifting to sleep. Susan had gotten what she wanted: proof that sex could be a beautiful thing, enjoyable and pleasant. As I drifted away, I couldn't help feeling proud that I had gotten to be the one to prove it to her.