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A New Pussy in My Home Ch. 01

By: LaPatitMort



Four years ago, after a couple of affairs, my wife of twenty years moved out for good, all the way to the other coast. Even her only sister, JoAnn, hasn't heard from her.

But I've heard from JoAnn. Last week, with her wayward eighteen-year-old daughter in tow, she showed up on the doorstep of my quiet two-story home. Our families had always been close. Over the years, it was sad to watch JoAnn get drunk and complicate her life. Her husband divorced her six years ago and moved away. This time she had really messed up. In just a few days, she had to start serving a two-year sentence for her third DUI. In tears, she was asking me to let her daughter live with me.

That brings us to Janie. Now eighteen, she has been rebellious for all her teen years - nothing too wild, just pot, some beer, staying out past curfew, revealing clothing, blue hair, stuff like that. I'm older than her dad but she has always had a crush on me. I've been her strength. She came to me with her big problems like when her mom didn't come home, when her parents got divorced, when she was held back a grade and, then last month, when she did not meet high school graduation requirements. She liked to act tough and shock people. Her mom, her teachers and the parents of her friends all fell for the act. With me she was a little vulnerable doll who needed someone to count on, someone who was always there for her. Of course, I said she could stay.

This was what Janie needed. In only three weeks she matured a lot. She respects my work time, we share the cooking and she is respectful in telling me when she will be home, so I don't wait up or plan something. To my great delight, she has decided to continue school and get her diploma. After all, how would it look, the college professor with a dropout living in his house. 

However, I was having a problem with her. Each evening, Janie would reach into the hamper, pull out the dress shirt that I had worn that day, put it on over just her panties and come watch TV with me for a while before bed. The rough cotton would make her nipples stand proud. Her long legs and bare feet would squirm around trying to get comfortable on the cold leather couch. Occasionally, the shirt would ride up and I'd glimpse her puffy little camel-toe. My wife always said I was oversexed. It had been a long time and masturbation wasn't helping with a pretty little vixen around.

"Janie, let's go shopping tomorrow, get you some proper clothes to sleep in and a robe. We can eat out and make a day of it."

"A day out with you sounds like fun, but I like to dress like this for bed."

"I love to have you living with me. You are a delight and brighten up my life. I was becoming a grouchy old hermit before you moved in. But remember, I'm still male and you dressing like that makes me very uncomfortable."

At first, I got an inquisitive look, but then I could see the light come on. She got up. I thought she was going to go change, but she just went into the kitchen for a snack. When she came back she offered me part of a sandwich, still flaunting her body in my shirt.

I struggled through another hour, then stood, adjusted my hardon, said, "Goodnight" and headed upstairs to my loft bedroom and bath. Janie did not try to hide what she was looking at.

The house is air-conditioned but upstairs is always hotter than the rest of the house, especially in the summer. My dick didn't want to go down even after giving up a commendable puddle of cum in the shower. That made it seem even hotter. I pushed the covers down and just lay nude on the bed trying to sleep.

Around six a.m., my bedroom was already bright because of the massive A-frame windows. I didn't really want to wake up. I turned onto my back putting my arms over my head stretching my hands between the bars of the king-sized metal bed. I heard something and opened one eye just a slit. Janie was standing at the foot of the bed, ready to flee.

It was time to tease back. I lay still for a minute. She relaxed. I opened my legs and rolled my hips. My cock was half hard, lying toward my left hip and my balls were fully exposed to her view.

I watched her through my slitted eye. I couldn't do this for long. Her eyes were memorizing every inch of me and my cock was responding. When it rose off my hip, she gasped and her right hand moved between her legs. It was too much. I stretched as if I were waking up. She scurried down the stairs.

This time I squirted into the toilet and had to wait a while to pee. 

 ________________________ 

We ate at the food court and decided to split up for a while. She hated going to Home Depot and Costco but could live in the mall. Right before we went our separate ways, I wanted to play again.

"Do you know what is not fair?"

"What?"

"This morning, you got to see me with no clothes on but I didn't get to see you."

I gave her a peck on the cheek. Her face was bright red. I smiled, enjoyed her discomfort and wondered what she would say later.

By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was feeling guilty. She was very uneasy and very quiet. "Janie, I'm sorry for embarrassing you earlier. I was trying to be playful. My comments were not appropriate. Please forgive me." Still she did not say anything. When we got out of the car she gave me a big hug and then took her share of the packages.

By ten, we had everything put away, had a light dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and I had showered. The water was running in Janie's tub as I settled down to watch the early news.

Eventually, she came to join me. "I borrowed your bath robe. Does it cover me better?"

Before I could answer she slowly turned like she was modeling but when she came back around to face me she opened the robe. She was totally nude, beautiful and very desirable.

"Like you said, fair is fair."

"Janie, you are gorgeous, but please close the robe. What I said was not right. When I see you like that it excites me and I have many thoughts that I should not have." My voice broke there, but I tried to continue. "I never knew you were so beautiful."

She let the robe drop, came to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Don't you want me?"

"Of course I do. But we can't."

"Why not?"

She was pulling my t-shirt up. "I don't know."

I helped her take off my t-shirt and remove my lounging pants. My cock sprang up. She caught it. 

She whispered, "I've wanted this for years. Please don't say "No", just make love to me."

My brain was shut down now. The caveman in me had to have this beautiful creature. Her lips parted and my tongue slipped between them. She sucked at it while she worked her hand over my cock. Her kisses were beautiful, hot, passionate, wet. My taste buds needed much more.

I pushed her hot body down on to the cold leather couch and knelt between her spread legs.

Her nipple seemed to work its way around my tongue seeking maximum pleasure for itself. She moved my mouth across her chest and brought my hand to her wet breast. She moaned and squirmed as I rolled one nipple between my fingers and my thumb and nursed at the other. Again my taste buds needed more. I started licking and kissing my way down her body. I sucked her belly button and licked over her ovaries, resisting the soft pressure she had on my head to go lower. I was torturing us both. I could smell her. My mind was full of wonderful swirling, teasing thoughts of how her cunt would look, how it would taste and how much pleasure it could give her. I was crazy wanting to see her in the throws of a climax now and crazy because I wanted to slowly tease her body.

Her legs spread wider, opening the petals of her pussy for me. Her wetness glistened in the flickering light of the television. This time she pushed my head harder and I did not resist. I was inhaling and thinking of the riches to come. I licked her gently from below her slit, ever so slowly up and flicked my tongue fleetingly at her clit as I moved on up nuzzling into her short light blond pubic hair. Even those curls were wet and savory. I started back down, pausing to suck each lip, tugging at them to open her more and burying my mouth into her, trying to lick all the juices from inside of her.

Janie was mine now. Mine to do with, as I wanted. She could not stop me; she needed release. Her body owned me too. I could not stop either. I wanted to engulf her, feel my control over her body, thrust to bury my cock completely in her belly and pump my sperm into her.

I spread her with my thumbs and looked at her, open and vulnerable to me. My heart rushed into my throat and I held my breath. For a few seconds I could not speak. Her hymenal ring was in tact. The opening into her was only slightly larger than my finger. She was a virgin.

I struggled from her clasping, pushing hands. "Janie, this is your first time. Are you sure you want it to be with me? I can just kiss you and make you cum. Your first should be a beautiful cherished lifelong memory. Don't you want it to be with a handsome young man?"

"I've always wanted you to be my first. Please make it beautiful. Please make love to me."

My eyes were full of tears. No one had ever given me such a gift. I lowered my lips to her clit, sucked lightly and flicked it with my tongue. When she got close, I stopped for a moment then pushed a finger carefully into her. She stiffened, expecting pain. I found the swollen spongy spot inside behind her clit. She arched as I lightly pressed into her g-spot. When she lowered her hips again, I started to lick and suck in time with the rhythmic pressure of my finger. She made a short exhaling noise with each push. I watched her legs tighten. They began to tremble. Her toes curled. She made a mighty groan, grabbed at my hand pushing my lips from her cunt and pulled my wrist so tightly I was sure my knuckles would bruise her tender flesh. She was perfectly still. Holding her breath. Frozen. Memorizing the first time a man had given her an orgasm.

Only moments had passed, when she pulled my face from between her legs. Her eyes were flashing with lust, "Fuck me Carl. Make love to me. Open me. Make me a woman. Cum in me." Her words were electric. She had never called me by my first name. Now she was my equal. She had surrendered to me; told me what she wanted; told me how to please her.

The couch was wide and deep. I laid her on her back. Her legs opened automatically, perfectly. I stretched over her, keeping my weight from her, my cock poked at her stomach. She grabbed it, pushing it down. She liked it rubbing across her clit and did that a few times before positioning the head in her slippery opening. Again she rubbed it around, stretching the thin membranes. She pushed up against it and recoiled quickly at the pain and resistance. "Please, you do it. Open me. Put your cock inside me."

With her last word, I thrust, taking her virginity and lodging a third of my cock into her young body. I struggled to be still and give her cunt time to stretch. I kissed away the tears that ran down one cheek. Her eyes opened again and I thrust again. Another third of my cock slipped in. This part of me was much thicker but she did not wince this time. She was wet. I didn't think I was pushing but I could feel the rest of my shaft inching ever so slowly into her tight sheath. From her came simple appreciative words, "O God Yes. I've wanted this. Take me."

I let her feel my body settle onto hers. Our pubic bones, thighs, stomachs and lips seemed to fit perfectly. She rolled her hips, discovering how to rake her clit against my dick. I pulled out half way and then pushed firmly, letting her feel how easily her body could absorb my power. Her body signaled it understood by grinding against me. We found our own movements, our own pace, and our own style. She came softly and quickly with just gentle even thrusts. I did not stop. She built toward another climax. 

Time to show her something new. I raised my body above her, thrust harder and looked into her eyes. Her body was now jarring from my thrust and her eyes began to fill with the wild lust I had seen before. My lips went to hers; my hands grasped her hair for control. I was rough now. Passionately taking kisses. I was letting her feel my need for her body. Hinting how she could control me with it. She could feel the blood race through the arteries in my neck and hear my heart beat, as my rock hard cock molested her womb, begging for and demanding release. 

She bucked up against me, giving as much as she was taking. I had to struggle to stay on top; we weren't experienced lovers - just needy ones. 

My strokes became longer and more forceful. "Yes, Janie. Yes. I'm going to cum in you. It's good. So good."

I felt her fingernails dig into the flesh on my back. My balls tightened, my body convulsed, my cock throbbed and every cell contracted as my first shot of cum flowed into her. She screamed only inches from my ear. I barely heard a sound. Harder I thrust. Again I pumped the essence of my life into her; again she screamed her acceptance of my gift.

I rode her until my cock was only throbbing and bouncing inside her but had nothing else to give. I collapsed. For moments she had all my weight.

Kisses. Lots of wet kisses. I raised my head and looked into her eyes. Her words burned into my heart, "I love you, Carl. That was all I had dreamed."

A few of my own tears dropped down onto her chest and rolled down the side of her thin white neck.

In that moment, my mind was not working, my heart responded, "Don't say another word. I must remember this moment. I love you completely. We've just made love and still I want you. I cannot feel close enough to you. If only I could make you mine. You are a magnificent treasure."

In a while, I wrapped her in my robe, got her something to drink from the kitchen and led her upstairs to what was now our bedroom. That night she learned to ride me for her pleasure and then suck me to mine. In the morning, I held her back from going to the bathroom; she desperately had to pee. When I released her and followed her to watch, she couldn't go. I knelt between her legs, cupped her head and kissed her lips. "Janie, it's me, we love each other. Don't keep any part of yourself from me. Go ahead pee for me."

As I kissed her again, her other end hissed noisily. This could be a naughty woman.

A New Pussy in My Home Ch. 02



"Carl, when we go to the snow this winter, can I write my name in the snow?"

"What?"

"Well you watched me pee this morning. This winter, can I stand behind you, hold him, and when you pee, write my name in the snow?"

"Yes you can and then after that I'll bend you over a jet ski, slip deep into you and we will ride it all over Lake Tahoe hitting every bump we can find."

She giggled and blushed again, "I don't think I will ever be able to think of as many naughty things to do as you can."

"Who cares whose idea it is as long as it feels good and I can be with you."

"I want to hear and try all of your ideas."

That gave me an opening to bring up something that had been bothering me. "I'll show you how to operate my computers. How to read erotic stories off the Internet. Even where I post some of mine with all my "ideas." But, I also want you to get out some while I work. Don't just hang out around the house."

I liked it when she was home. I love to watch her. Go to her. Feel her. Taste her. But I knew how selfish this was.

Day after day went by. We made love and slept together every day. We were getting good at it. She loved to wrap herself around me and sleep. I was falling in love with her and it was making me very sad.

Janie made me sit one day. "Something is wrong. What is it? Have I done something?"

"O my God, no, you have not done anything wrong. You are wonderful. You have filled up my life. It's that I have fallen in love with you. I want you for my own and I know that can never be."

She looked devastated and shocked. "Wait, why can't it be? It is what I want and what you want. I want to be with you."

"Janie, I've thought and thought. There is so much in life. Wonderful completing things. Things no one should miss. I am too old for you. You would miss too much with me. With me, you would not build a family, have children, have someone your own age to share interests with. My body will be getting too old to please you by the time you are in the mid-thirties prime of your life. It makes me very sad. I am so greedy when it comes to you. Sometimes when you lay asleep in my arms, I dream. In my greatest fantasy, you have it all – family, loving husband, youthful fun, everything; and, still, in my dream, you come back to be with me every once in a while. We make love and I see the happiness and fulfillment in your eyes. You tell me about your family and I know you still love me."

She was crying, "Are you asking me to leave?"

"Absolutely not. I want you to stay. Stay forever. I want to love you and have you love me. But I also want you to promise to go out and be with people your own age. I want you to promise that if that special someone comes along, you will leave me, take the chance to build a life and have a family of your own."

She was smiling through her tears, looking a lot older than eighteen. "You think too much and are one pain-in-the-ass person to love. I worry too, that I'll bore you and you will want the company of someone older. We have to accept what is. I promise to do what you've asked but don't bring it up again. I want you. I'll love you even if I spend time with people my own age. I know you love me and that it won't change if you spend time with people your age." Her eyes sparkled and she added, "If there are any other people that old."

I had her over my knees in a second. She kept taunting me, "Is the mean OLD Daddy going to spank his little girl's little ass?"

Where in the world did this come from? I guess she has fantasies of her own. It was fun. She struggled. Kicked her feet. I worked to pull her pants and panties down. She kept up the charade. "No, no. I'll be good. I want call you OLD again."

Her bare buns were wiggling all around my lap. My cock was getting a lot of friction from her belly. She was doing it on purpose. Once she used her hand to quickly push it over my thigh so she could grind into it.

The first slap surprised her. She didn't really think she was going to get spanked. One more slap to the same cheek and then one fell on the other. She stopped wiggling for a moment and looked back at me. "Is that all you've got, OLD man?"

The next four swats assured she would not mock me again. Her legs were slightly open and I could feel her wetness dripping down on my leg. I pushed my thumb into her cunt, folded my fingers over her clit and rubbed. She rocked and started to pant. Again she looked at me, "Not yet. Don't make me cum yet. That wasn't much of a spanking."

My wet hand rained on her cheeks. Blow after blow reddened her skin. When I stopped, I pulled her to me. Tears of pain and lust rolled down her face. I kissed her to say I was sorry. That was not where she was. She grabbed my head, stared wildly into my eyes and said, "Fuck me right here on the carpet. Fuck me hard and fast. Ram that cock of yours all of the way through me and make me cum."

We ripped at each other's clothes and wrestled to the floor. She reached for my cock but it found its own way. She wasn't all the way down to the floor, when my first thrust slammed her down. I heard most of the breath rush from her body. 

She wasn't beaten. She grabbed at my hips, "I said fuck me hard." 

I gave her all I had. I was mad that I was too old for her. I took it out on her body. I did try to ram through her. With every lunge, I said, "I love you." Her body opened and opened again, taking me deep. I was taking what I wanted. Later I would ask her if she had cum, but for this moment I did not care.

My mind was wild. When I came, lust took over; there was no thought. I let the first rope settled deep in her body and then I pulled out of her. The second shot I caught in my hand and rubbed my cum across her breast. The third went directly onto her belly. The last wasn't much in my hand but I lay my palm on her mouth and felt her lick at what there was.

My weight settled onto her and my mouth closed over hers. I could taste my cum and her cunt's juices.

We untangled slowly. She reached out, pulled me to her tightly and said, "I will never let you out of my life and I will always want you to make love with me. When you are a hundred I will still be visiting you and asking you to fuck me."

Janie was true to her word. She started going out with people her own age more. I knew she enjoyed it because she would talk excitedly when she came home. I heard all the gossip but could not keep the players straight. I heard about all the mall stores, music, "dreamy" actors and great new styles. I listened and saw our age difference more and more. I struggled to hide my feelings. Once she was out late. I suspected she was on a date with a young man. I was so jealous I could barely breathe as she talked around what she had done that day, only mentioning the girls in the group. I worked late on the computer that night. She was already asleep when I came to bed. I had settled down and decided to make the best of any time we had left together.

She was bent over the sink brushing her teeth, when my morning hardon guided me to the bathroom. She had pulled a long cotton nightshirt over her sexy body. I didn't know how lubed her pussy would be. There would not be any foreplay this morning.

She had not noticed me. I rubbed my cock with Astroglide. This bathroom could be made totally dark. I flipped the light switch and immediately grabbed her shirt with two hands and ripped the back completely open. Only her collar and the hem at the bottom kept it on her body. Her body tightened in fear as my left hand caught her by the neck and forced her head down farther into the sink.

My aim did not spoil the fantasy moment. Half of my dripping demanding dick was throbbing out of my fist aligned with her pussy. I was going to take her. I drove my hips forward and buried almost all of my cock into her in that one thrust.  She gasped loudly, still afraid but her mind was catching up. I felt her relax and push back at me. I did not want the play to end.

I tightened my fingers on the back of her neck. It had to hurt. Her head banged into the sink and I could feel the water running through her hair and through my fingers. She was with me now and wanted the same fantasy. She struggled being careful not to unseat me.

The rest of my cock settled deep into her. At this angle I felt the dimple of her cervix bump into the lips of my cock. Hard and fast I thrust into her. She was moaning already. The fear had done its job. Roughly, wetly I took her and talked to her. "Caught you, you young, sexy bitch. Now I'm going to fuck you. Fill you with my cum. I'll do anything I want with you all day."

I kept thrusting banging her around and feeling her cunt suck me and hearing her moan. "You are resisting me cunt. But I'll make you cum anyway. ‘I'll Fuck You Blind Bitch.'" I knew I had stolen a line from a song. But it worked. She was cuming now, stuck on my cock. I had a wonderful fantasy thought of walking around with her dangling from only my cock; in my mind her legs and arms were waving about and she was screaming as one orgasm after another washed through her against her will.

Reality was better. Janie was between orgasms. She forced me back and turned pulling my raging cock out of her body. Luckily she guessed right. She pushed me back until I had to sit down on the toilet. She followed, straddling me and guiding my cock into her cunt again. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pushed my head back banging it loudly into the wall over the tank. Her body was wild, thrusting against me harder than she had ever done. Her cunt was hurting my cock, trying to tare it off and keep it inside her.

She bit my shoulders and grabbed my neck and arms so her nails dug into me. Saliva from her mouth ran down my chest. She came again, growling loudly. Her body was still in its high but was slowing.

I borrowed part of her line. "Is that all the little bitch has? I could get a better fuck from a $20 whore."

I should not have said that. She thrust into me so hard my ass slipped off the toilet. I had to take her weight and get us onto the ice cold, tile floor. We pushed each other about trying to find enough room. I heard her foot bang into the toilet. My head thumped against the vanity. Finally, she was spread open below me with my wet raging cock fucking her to its hilt.

Her body was content to take the punishment as long as she could keep coming. Our bellies slapped together and squishing noises filled the room. "Don't ever stop, Carl. Kill me this way. Fuck me."

I was superman this morning. I could go on forever with her urging. She was in the throws of the longest orgasm I had ever seen. She strained and struggled for release. She was having trouble breathing. I thrust harder and pressed hard between her breasts in time with her gasps for air. Her scream took the last oxygen she had. I was in mid-thrust when she went totally limp under me.

I was too far-gone to be compassionate. I pulled out of her dead still body, knelt over her and jacked off. I came so hard my balls hurt and I almost passed out too. I fell forward, banging my head again and feeling my chest press Janie's head into the hard floor.

My recovery was faster than hers but I was too weak to be of much help. I did get the light on, get a pillow, the comforter and make her more comfortable on the bathroom floor. I barely had enough energy to smile at the mirror. My body was scratched up, I had a couple of small cuts bleeding on my forehead and my cock felt like someone had hit it with a large hammer.

I cleaned myself up, dressed and was in the kitchen having coffee when Janie came in wrapped in and trailing much of the comforter behind her. I could have laughed. She was a mess. Instead, I got her a coffee and we sat quietly at the table.

"Damn, Carl, that was wild. You fucked me until I passed out."

"You were pretty wild yourself. I'm sore in places that I didn't even know I have."

She smiled, thought and added, "You frightened me at first. You were very rough. Where did that come from? Don't get me wrong; I liked it. It's just that you've never been that way before."

I started to answer but stopped.

"Come on, remember, we tell each other everything."

"I've told you that I want you to be with other people. And I mean every word. Yesterday, I got the idea you had a date. I wanted to handle it. And I will learn to. But I got jealous. I watched you sleep last night and thought about how much I love you. I wished I were younger. This morning, when I started to play with you, all those feelings bubbled out."

She came to me. Sat her naked body in my lap and wrapped us both in the comforter. We did not talk. We just sat and inhaled all the wonderful sex smells trapped in the blanket that we had deposited in and on her body.

"I won't see anyone else, if you ask me."

"No, I want you to. It is the right thing for you. I just haven't learned to handle it yet. Just remember to tell me you love me and I'll be OK."

I cooked breakfast, while my precious bathed. The food was particular good. We had burned up a lot of energy and needed it. I think I hid how much my heart ached. 

She made everything better right before she left for the day, "Make love to me gently tonight. I'm a little sore but I need to feel you inside me. I mean it, Carl, we will be together always. I love you." 



A New Pussy in My Home Ch. 03



How do I get my self into these situations? 

A few days ago, Janie came bounding into the den. She had made a new friend from down the street. I had lived here for twenty years and she found a friend in the only family I had never met. Family isn't quite right. "Most Infamous Crime in the City" family is more correct. 

The tragic story filled all the papers six years ago. A big violent abusive man was living with a woman. Their affair had driven her husband and their two daughters away. I had seen the police cars in front of the house several times when they were called out because he had beaten her. She never pressed charges. The neighbors close to them complained about all the yelling, staying up all night, loud music and unsavory characters who came and went. It all came to a head one cold foggy morning when the ambulance came with the police cars. He had really done a job on her this time.

The story unfolded while Peggy Wendt went through surgeries, survived intensive care and recovered at home over a few months. The papers made a point that he was a 250 pound ex-felon with a drug problem and that she was a petite mother of two. He had beat her with a length of pipe, cut her and burned her with a lighter. She didn't have to press charges. He was convicted and with parole violations would have to do twenty-five years before being eligible to taste freedom again.

Anyway, one of Peggy Wendt's daughters was Janie's age and she was now living with her mom and going to the college where I taught. Janie wanted to go too, even with out her high school diploma. I helped and she got approved to attend on a conditional basis. She had been whirlwind happy about that but now she was sucking me in again.

"Cindy and I want to go out this Friday night. Will you go stay with her mom for a while?"

"What for?"

"Cindy doesn't like to leave her alone at night. She is a great cook, we can get her to cook you a great meal. You will have a great time. Please, just for a few hours."

"Why do I feel like a patsy? OK, but you owe me."

"I like the way that sounds. Are you going to think up something kinky and take advantage of my sweet, innocent, young body?"

"Sweet and young anyway."

She hit me in the arm to show her disapproval of me leaving out innocent.

That evening I called Peggy. "I understand that according to the girls, we are not old enough to be left alone. You are supposed be my babysitter this Friday night and I'm supposed to be yours."

"I heard something about that. It sounds pretty silly to me."

"Let's humor them anyway. Janie says you are a great cook. How about we plan something, I buy all the food we need, show up early and we can cook together. That should keep us out of trouble while the kids get out."

"Sounds like fun, what do you like to eat?"

We worked out all the details and talked for a while. At least on the telephone, she was easy to talk to.

Promptly at four Friday afternoon, I rang Peggy's doorbell. I looked pretty good, according to me anyway. Her daughter, Cindy, opened the door and gave me a little whistle and a wink, "Not bad old man."

"You are in need of a good spanking, young lady."

"Promises, promises. Like the one you gave Janie?"

I was shocked. I did not think Janie had told anyone we were lovers.

Cindy led me into the house and introduced me to her mom and then disappeared.

"I'll go get the food from my car. Where do you want me to put it?"

"Let me show you around first and then you will know." Her house was well cared for. A little dated. The back yard must have been her hobby. Not a blade of grass was out of place. It looked cool and inviting.

The tour gave me a chance to look at her. Initially, I was a little shocked and didn't want to stare. Her right eye was damaged and the area around it was scarred. The scars pulled the undamaged skin. She had a slight limp and was self-conscious. Peggy had to be about my age and had really taken care of her shape. With clothes on she was firm, about 34-22-32 and maybe five-two. I've never been a foot-man, but she could change my mind. I was struck by her small perfect feet and straight manicured toes. I looked too long. She caught me but said nothing.

Peggy just flowed in her kitchen. I poured us a nice light white wine and set out some cheese, crackers and grapes for us to nibble while we cooked. She had me chopping celery when Cindy dashed through, kissed her mom, said her goodbyes and let the door slam behind her.

"I sometimes wonder if I ever had as much energy as Cindy and Janie have."

"Cindy is always like that. Into everything. Half the time I can't figure out what she is talking about."

"She has been a really good influence on Janie. Janie wants to go to school now. I'm happy they have found each other."

"It's been good for Cindy too. Gets her out of the house and stops her from thinking she has to take care of me."

"If I pry or cross the line, just tell me. For a male, I am easily trainable. Why does she think she has to take care of you?"

Peggy was remarkably open and comfortable with her words. She told how she had chosen the wrong man to put excitement in her life, paid for it and spent a few years in fear of everything. How she still struggles but is far stronger than her daughter thinks she is. She told me she hasn't dated any since the bad times.

"I cannot imaging so much pain and betrayal. You seem healthy and content now. Your house is beautiful. It fits you. You have life around you. You even have a neighbor sponging a meal off you."

She had a nice warm laugh. She followed it with the first smile I had seen from her. I wasn't a novice in the kitchen, but I asked for her directions and help a few times. When the game hens when into one oven, everything else was staged so all parts of the meal would be ready at the same time – vegetables, rice, rolls and salad. We sat in the small kitchen nook and talked the forty-five minutes until the buzzer went off.

When she stood, she accidentally turned over my wine. She apologized, her hands started to shake and there was fear in her eyes. I guess she was having a kind of flash back. I stood too, taking hold of her shaking clasped hands, opening them, then wrapped my arms around her. I felt her tremble and begin to relax.

In a minute or so, I set her back down, tilted her face to me and lightly kissed her lips. "You sit, have some more wine. Let me put our dinner on the dinning room table."

She had set the dinning room table earlier. I was almost finished when she brought in a basket of wrapped hot roles. They smelled wonderful. I pulled out her chair sat her down and shifted my service closer to her at the table. Things were too quiet. I started her off with some nice conversation about where she would travel, if there were absolutely no restrictions.

Peggy relaxed and warmed back up. We continued discovering each other dragging out the courses. It was nine when we finished the entrée. She offered a wonderful suggestion. I'm absolutely stuffed. Let's have coffee in the living room. She set up the coffee while I cleaned off the table. I notice she had brought another bottle of the wine and glasses also.

"Cindy tells me you are a professor at the college."

"The let me teach business management classes to people who don't listen because they are all convinced they know more than me."

"She tells me your have lots of interests and that you even write erotic stories."

"I don't have any secrets left, do I? Does that last item shock you?"

"No. I would like to read some of you stories."

"All right, I'll tell you how to find some on the internet. I try to write in all categories. Some of the stories will offend, disturb you."

"Maybe I need that. Maybe they will liven up my life."

"As pretty as you are there are thousands of people who would like to liven up your life."

"You are being nice. Look at me. That's not true. Kids stare at me in the stores. Some days getting out of bed hurts."

"I threatened to spank your daughter today. Now, I want you to know, if you put yourself down again, I'll spank your cute little behind too."

I realized I might have crossed the line. "I'm sorry, Peggy. I was trying to be playful. I'm not a violent man. For a moment, I forgot what you have been through."

"No offense taken."

She turned putting her feet on the couch, pointing toward me. We drank the wine, instead of the coffee, while she told me more about herself. She reached for her sandals. I took over for her, removing them and began to massage her feet.

Peggy had scooted down and had both feet in my lap when Cindy crashed back in. She gave us the once over, said something about her evening and then went to raid the kitchen.

"I guess my baby sitting skills are no longer needed."

"I guess not, but you foot rubbing skills are really nice."

I raised her right foot to my lips kissed the arch and sucked her middle toe into my mouth. My eyes were locked on to hers. I licked around her toes, then stood and got ready to leave. I don't think she had inhaled in over a minute.

She walked me to the door. "Peggy, I enjoyed you company, your home and having dinner with you tonight. Thank you, very much. Maybe, next time you will let me cook for you, at my house."

I expected her to still have reservations from my last actions, but she did not. "I also had a wonderful time. You have to let me help you cook, like you helped me."

We were next to her front door. She was standing too close, squarely facing me, looking up. Cindy had walked back into the room. Peggy let her tongue moisten her own lips, in invitation. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and danced. I used her hair to roll her head into me and allow my tongue to taste inside her mouth.

Peggy did not pull away when she too noticed her daughter watching us. "Paul, we talked so much tonight that I forgot to make us a dessert."

I could see the twinkle in her eyes. I had not brought anything for a dessert and she knew it. I whispered to her, "I was starting on my dessert when Cindy came home." A little tremble rippled through her body. How I wish I could make it a big one for her.

Over the next week, everyone compared notes. I had to answer Janie's questions and I'm sure she passed everything back to Cindy and then Cindy talked with her mom. Peggy and I even teased some over the telephone.

"I read some of your stories."

"Which ones did you like the most?"

She hemmed and hawed never answering my question. "I only write them to get the feedback from people who read them. Like them, hate them, get turned on, get turned off, it's all ok. I just want to hear."

"I liked the stories with dominant but caring men. I don't think they exist."

"They exist. You know one. He wrote the stories."

She was very quiet.

"Did they excite you? Make you wet? Did you touch yourself? Make yourself cum?"

Still she was quiet. This was too big a step too quick.

"Peggy, I have to go. The banks close soon and I have to make a run. Think about when you are going to let me cook for you. Remember, don't let me frighten you. I often get too playful; I'll be as prim and proper as you want. Give me a call."

We said our "Goodbyes." I did not hear from her for a few days. 

On Saturday, Janie asked me, "When are you and Peggy going to see each other again?"

"You tired of being in my bed already? Trying to get rid of me?"

"No, but you have urged me to go out with people my own age. I was just doing the same."

"She read some of my stories and I kidded with her on the phone. I think I've scared her off. We will be good dinner partners once in a while when you two decide we must baby sit each other, but I think that will be all."

Another week passed. Cindy and Janie were making a mess in my kitchen. When Janie ran to the bathroom, Cindy piped up, "You and Janie are not really related are you?"

"No we are not. Why do you ask?"

She turned every shade of red. "She will be back in a moment. Why do you ask?"

"I think you two have sex together."

"You are her best friend, you could ask her about that."

"Another thing?"

"Sure."

"Are the things in your stories true?"

"Don't be shy with me, Cindy. Ask me exactly what you want to know."

"Can girls really have many orgasms and squirt and pass out. Do people really do all those things?" Play with pee, have anal sex, have intercourse in public and say all those dirty words?"

"They do all that and much more. Some people are turned on by thing that cannot even be published on the site where you read my stories."

Her eyes big and interested.

"I would love to spend time answering all your questions. Maybe with your mom and Janie there. Talk to Janie first. Decide what you want to talk about. I'm very naughty and playful but would never hurt anyone. I think you want to be playful too. Am I right?"

She nodded shyly.

"Are your panties wet?"

She blushed and turned away from me. Cindy regained her composure and was about to say something when Janie returned. Janie knew something was up but did not ask.

They disappeared into Janie's room. I went to my den. I did not see them again for three hours. Then they appeared together at my door. Janie came to me and gave me a big passionate kiss and started rubbing her hand between my legs.

"I've told Cindy about us. She has lots of questions about sex. With everything that has happened to her mom, not much healthy information has flowed around. She has asked a lot I don't know."

"I'll help where I can and point you the right way to learn what I don't know." I held out my arm to Cindy and she came and joined our hug.

"Just tell your mom we are talking, so she doesn't feel betrayed."

"O my mom, it's getting late. I have to get home."

"She isn't helpless, you know?"

"She still has some bad times, I need to be with her."

"Cindy, you have your own life. You have helped her a lot. She has to handle her own demons now. I saw her have a bad spell when she cooked for me. She can handle it."

Cindy may have listened. She gathered her stuff and scurried out of the door.

Janie started to leave.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Just to the kitchen."

"You give me a hardon and just think you can leave me that way? Come back here and figure some way to get this to go down. By the way you have a wet spot between you legs that has soaked through your jeans."

She looked down and saw I was not kidding. "Talking to Janie about sex all that time really got to me."

I took her hand and lead her up the stairs to our room. "Have you ever kissed a woman? Touched one? Or had one touch you?"

Her hand squeezed mine as I lay her back on to the bed. She answered, "I kissed Cindy today. That's all I've ever done. It was so hot, I wanted to run to you and have you fuck me."

I had her pants off now and licked her once sucking the wetness from her cunt. "Did you want her to be here and watch us? Did you want to kiss her again while you climaxed with me inside you?"

I pushed two fingers into her and sucked her clit. Her eyes rolled back. She started to cum and said, "Yes, and I wanted to taste her?" Her body arched. Only her shoulder and ankles were touching the bed. She cried out and came into my mouth. She had cum in less than a minute but wasn't finished. I stripped, lay down and reached for her. She had not come down. She straddled me and impaled herself in one knowing push of her body. As she slid my cock into her it raked across her clit and she came again and started to rock, thrusting hard into me. Her hands were clinched holding the skin over my nipples. She was not there for me. She was in her own world. Cindy was there.

I rubbed her pussy, my cock and her belly wetting my fingers with her juices. I brought my fingers to her slightly open lips and pushed. "Lick Cindy's wet pussy juices from my fingers. Taste her. You've made her so hot. Picture her at home thinking of you. She's thrusting two fingers into her cunt trying to get herself. She is moaning wanting your tongue to be licking her."

Janie was growling. Biting my fingers and pushing her tongue out between them. She was punishing her clit along my cock. She wanted to cum again and again. She was too wet. Not enough friction. I slipped out from under her, got a vibrator from the nightstand, dried her cunt and got behind her.

I pushed her down so her breasts and knees were on the bed. We had done this before. She reached for the toy and had it on high speed buzzing her clit before I bent and licked her beautiful asshole. She started to cum again. I reached to her hand and pulled the vibrator from her little pearl. She moaned in protest. I licked her some more and tested her cunt. It was dryer now. Ready for me to punish. I released her hand, filled mine and guided my cock to her lovely cunt. She was needy, pushing back to be satisfied. I made her take me slowly. Inch by inch I watched my cock disappear into her. All the way in, I held her tight to me and rotated my hips so the head of my cock could explore every deep inch of her. When I poked her cervix, she jumped and then pushed back to make it happen again. She came again. I felt her juices squirt out around my cock and run down her thighs.

I had never penetrated her ass in anyway. I pressed my thumb to her pucker. She did not object and it quickly popped inside her. She clamped around it. Relaxed. I worked my thumb like a cock. She could feel me touch my dick through her thin membranes. I stretched her. She was quiet; knowing what I had in mind.

I pulled back from her. "Put the vibrator inside your pussy and press it to you clit." As she did I removed my thumb and licked all around her ass again. She was moaning and ready when the head of my dick touched her ring. My cock was throbbing but I was still. She was curious and again pushed back. There was resistance. She pushed harder and I popped in. She whimpered in pain but never slowed the rhythm she had with the vibrator inside her.

I could feel her ass muscles relaxing. I did not thrust, just kept a steady pressure. She gasped twice as she felt my cock slipping deeper into her bowels. I spread the cheeks of her ass wide so I could go as deep as possible into her. I wanted to watch. She moaned again as my belly pressed into her spread ass and my pubic hairs tickled the ring of her stretched hole.

She was ready for me to move now. Slowly, I started to thrust into her slapping her ass cheeks. She matched my movements by pushing the vibrating dildo deep on each of my thrust. I could feel how tight her insides were. They were full of cock – real and fake. She was speeding up now. She was pulling one of her nipples so hard, she had is stretched far enough to the side that I could see it from behind her lovely ass.

She was moving wildly. My job was to stay inside. She was almost bending my cock with her backward thrust and twist to the sides. She buried her face into the pillow and screamed and screamed again. A hard tremor went through her belly, she was saying dirty things into the pillow, I heard the vibrator bounce against the wall as she threw it away from her tender clit. I held her hips still. She would have no distractions. She would feel me fuck her ass straight and deep.

Too bad she could not see how her ring clung to my shaft and disappeared into her when I pushed. Too bad she could not see some of her insides roll out of her body clinging to me, urging me to push back and stay inside. I felt her fingers close around my balls. She wanted to be sure she would know.

They were tightening now. The pleasure around the head of my dick was approaching pain. Sweat was pouring down my body. I was tired, but I had to cum. Her fingers tightened again. Enough to add to my pain. I would show her. I slammed into her. Our bodies slapped together loudly again and again. She knew before I did. I heard her groan. Then I groaned as her bowels received the first sperm they had ever known.




A New Pussy in My Home Ch. 03



I wanted all of my body to pour from my cock into her, but it did not. My cock kept pulsing long after I was empty. I was lying across her back. I couldn't move. She would have to endure. When my cock slipped from her, I fell to one side and pulled her to me.

She was so still I was sure she was asleep. My eyes filled with tears of love for her and I began to babble, "I love you. I love you. You make me so very happy and complete. If I could keep my mind quiet, I would keep you for my own and make you the happiest most satisfied woman in the world. I love you. Why am I so old? We could have had a great full life with kids, beauty and happiness. I know what mistakes not to make now. I love you."

She nuzzled into me and said, "I love you too." Now she was asleep.