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Claire Ch. 02

By: Spurtulator



Claire was sitting at the desk in the corner of her living room, poring over the papers she had retrieved that morning from her friend Carol's home. She jumped slightly as the ring of her telephone startled her from her concentration. She froze as she read the name that appeared on the caller I.D. display. It was her friend Carol.

"Hello." Claire said into the receiver after she picked the cordless hand set.

"Claire? It's Carol. Scott told me you picked up the paperwork earlier today. Did you find everything ok?"

"Uh, yes." Claire said as her heart pounded. Nervous feelings of guilt nagged at her conscience as she spoke to her friend. Her mind raced back to the encounter she had with Carol's son earlier that day. She could feel her face becoming flush at the recollection.

"Good. I'm glad everything is in order. Hey, Tom and I are going are going away next week. It's a bit of a last minute trip we need to make to help out my sister in Florida. I'm sorry I won't be at the township budget meeting tomorrow night. But, would you mind swinging by the house one day just to drop off the meeting minutes and paperwork from the meeting? Scott should be around to let you in."

"No problem. I can swing by after work one night. Probably on Wednesday night, if that's ok?" Clair said.

"Sure, sure. If you want, you can use the swimming pool. It's supposed to be very warm next week."

"Thanks, maybe I'll cool off in your pool after work on Wednesday. Thanks."

"No problem, Claire. I thank you for swinging by."

Wednesday morning, Claire packed her swimsuit, a beach towel, and some casual summer clothes into her duffel bag along with Carol's paperwork before leaving for work. The weather report said it was going to be hot and she thought a dip in Carol's pool would be a nice end to the day. She planned to leave a few hours early so she could relax in the pool before going home.

But mostly, what Claire had really been thinking about was seeing Scott again. The memory of their encounter kept entering her mind. She wasn't sure how to resolve the conflicting feeling of guilt and lust. Guilt, because it was her close friend's son. Lust, for obvious reasons. Lust was emerging as the winner in her conscience. 

Claire worked through her lunch break and hurried to complete essential tasks before she left. At about 2:30 that afternoon she slipped into the ladies room to change and sneak out for the day. After changing and a quick commute, she pulled into Carol's driveway a bit before 4 pm.

As Claire walked down from the driveway to the pool, she could see Scott was relaxing on one of the large, wooden chaise lounge chairs by the pool. She could feel herself becoming a bit nervous as she remembered the last time she saw Scott.

"Hi, Scott. I came to drop off some paperwork for your mother. She also said I could stop by for a dip in the pool."

Scott looked up at Claire as she approached the pool. He smiled and said, "The weather is right for it. The water's nice."

Claire walked to the vacant chaise lounge chair next to Scott and dropped her towel on it. She knew Scott was watching her as she pulled off the shorts and t-shirt she had on over her one piece swim suit. She then jumped into the kidney-shaped pool.

The water felt cool and refreshing as Claire swam underwater to the other side of the pool. When she re-surfaced she looked over at Scott to see that he was watching her. She smiled and swam to the shallow side of the pool where the water came just to chest height. Claire leaned against the side of the pool, enjoying the cool water.

Scott got up and walked to the deep end of the pool. He dove in and swam the entire distance underwater to Claire. He broke the surface with a slight splash as he resurfaced right in front of her.

"Glad you came for another visit." Scott smiled. "I enjoyed the last time you came over."

"I'm sure you did." Claire nervously grinned back.

"I wished you hadn't left so suddenly."

"Sorry, I was a little overwhelmed by what had happened." Claire replied.

"Don't be." Scott said as he cautiously moved closer.

"Scott...." Claire started as her voice trailed off.

Scott's body pressed against Claire as he slowly leaned down. Gently he kissed her. First it was just a small, apprehensive peck on her lips. But his confidence grew when Claire did not push him away. Slowly, Scott wrapped his arms around her waist as he kissed her again.

Claire's lips parted as she accepted Scott's kiss. His tongue passed through her lips to meet hers. Their tongues twined together as their passion grew. Any feelings of reluctance that Claire had were pushed aside as she savored his kiss. The warmth of his body against her made her tingle.

As they kissed, Claire could feel the straps of her swimsuit slide off her shoulders. The fabric of her suit was being pulled down, dropping away from her body. Her full breasts were exposed as Scott pulled the wet nylon down to her waist.

Scott's hands made their way to gently grasp her soft breasts. He circled and teased her pink nipples with his forefingers, making them perk up with excitement. Gently, but firmly, he pinched them, making Claire gasp.

Scott kissed her one last time. As their mouths parted, he traced a path down her chin with his lips. Softly kissing her neck as he continued down to her heaving chest, where he flicked his tongue over her hard nipple. He could feel Claire's body wriggle with excitement as he placed his hands on her shapely ass, pulling her close to him. 

Claire arched back, as Scott's mouth sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue circling the stiff nub as he lustfully sucked. Her body was succumbing to his touch as she softly cried out. 

Scott moved his hand from her waist to her belly, sliding it between the wet fabric of her suit and her warm skin. His fingers explored her body as he found the thick patch of fur hiding her pussy. His fingers teased and played with the curls of her pubic hair. They were both breathing hard from the excitement. 

Scott's fingers continued on, his middle finger tracing over Claire's soft pussy lips. He could feel the slickness of her juices flowing as he explored between her soft folds. Claire sucked in her breath loudly when Scott found the hard nub of her clit. 

"You like that?" Scott whispered?

"Ohhhh, yes." Claire gasped. 

Scott pulled Claire's swimsuit down, exposing her body and giving his hand more freedom. The bunched fabric of her suit slid down her thighs, falling at her feet in a pile on the floor of the pool. Claire kicked the tangled cloth aside. She was naked as she stood in front of Scott in the cool water, parting her thighs to accept the pleasure of his touch.

Claire closed her eyes and gently bit her lip as Scott fingered the sensitive nub of her swollen clit. Her hips gently rocked back and forth as the tip of his middle finger flicked over the little node above the opening to her sex.

"Oh yes Scott! That's it. Just like that, right there." Claire moaned. Her pussy was burning with hot sensations of pleasure as his fingers rubbed her throbbing clit. Scott was softly gasping as he lustfully followed her command. 

Claire could feel the stress of orgasm beginning to build. "Oh Scott, go inside. Finger fuck my pussy!" 

Claire gasped loudly and her body shuddered as Scott easily slid two fingers into her slick opening. She arched back and grabbed the edge of the pool. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the cement edge and pushed her hips toward the young man as his fingers slid in and out of her. His fingers filled and probed her hot tunnel, turning her on even more.

Claire's hips bucked as Scott worked her hot pussy. As his fingers fucked in and out of her slick hole, Claire could feel the tingling in her pussy growing more intense. 

"Oh yes! That's it Scott. Mmmmmmmmmmhhh, fuck me!" Claire gasped.

Claire's thrusting hips and gasps of pleasure spurred his excitement. Faster, his fingers franticly fucked in and out of Claire's pussy with a deliberate rhythm. Lustfully, he panted as Claire writhed with lust on his fingers.

Claire's breathing came in gasps as if she had been working out hard. "Oh Scott (ahhhhhh), you're going to make me cum soon."

"Oh yes, Let it go." 

Claire gritted her teeth as her body stiffened. Her hips shook as the release of orgasm shot pleasure through her body. Scott pulled his fingers away from her pulsing pussy and wrapped his arms around her. Claire clung to him in a tight embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

"That was fantastic." Claire exhaled.

"Come with me." Scott whispered.

Scott led her out of the pool over to the lounge chairs. Claire was still naked, as her swimsuit was left at the bottom of the pool. Scott's wet swimsuit was straining to hold his raging hard on. They toweled dry and Claire sat down on one of the lounge chairs, as Scott stood in front of her.

Claire smiled up at Scott, knowing what he wanted. She also wanted the same thing. The tip of his hard penis was exposed as it poked up through the elastic waist band of his swimsuit. She reached up and pulled his wet shorts down, past his knees letting gravity take them the rest of the way. They fell to his feet with a light plop as they landed on the concrete, exposing his cock, hard from lust.

She held the hard shaft in her hand, bringing her mouth close to the swollen tip. His body twitched with excitement and she could feel his passion throbbing in her palm. Her tongue circled the purple tip as a droplet of clear goo wept from the slit.

"Are you ready for this?" Claire smiled up at him.

"Yes." Was all that Scott could manage to gasp out.

Claire turned over onto the lounge chair. She was on all fours with her ass arched up, offering her slick pussy to Scott. His hard cock easily slid into her, filling her hot slot. As he pushed forward, completely filling her, Claire could feel his warm body press against her ass. She gasped at the sensation of his balls pressing against her clit, which was still sensitive from the pool. 

Claire spread her thighs a little wider and rested her body on her elbows, arching her ass a little higher and giving Scott more access to her pussy. She could feel his pubic patch, bristling against her wet pussy lips each time he pushed forward. Her excitement was leaking from her pussy like a hot broth. Her juices coated his slick penis and dripped down his sack, matting his pubic fuzz.

Scott's hands were on Claire's hips as he thrust back and forth, completely filling her hot channel with each thrust. Claire bucked her hips to meet each of his forceful thrusts. Lustful sounds of their bodies sliding and slapping filled the air along with their grunts and gasps of carnal pleasure.

Scott's thrusts became even more fervent as he was getting closer to orgasm. Claire could feel his pistoning cock begin to pulse as her own pussy was pounding with the beginning throbs of climax. The two lovers braced for their coming rapture.

Scott thrust forward one last time, as his cock spasmed, surge after surge of his hot seed filled Claire's hot pussy. The torrents of Scott's cum pushed her over the edge, her body shook with waves of pleasure as she came again for Scott.

The pair collapsed onto the lounge chair, a small stream of their juices flowed between them onto the chair. Clair rolled over, onto her back. Deeply, Scott kissed her. 

"Will you stay the night?" Scott asked.

"I need to go home so I can go to work tomorrow."

"Can we meet again?" he longingly asked.

"Yes, but we must keep this secret. Friday after work." 

"Ok." He smiled.

Claire kissed him one last time before they closed their eyes. When he awoke, she was gone. He would have to wait until later to find out where this was going, but for now he just basked in the glow of the moment.

Claire Ch. 02



Pt II: Déjà Vu, All Over Again

"Clarissa, this is Michael O'Dell, your father"

I don't know who was more astounded, her, or me.

"But, mother, he can't be over 40." Clarissa declared.

"By my count, 39. Am I correct?" Claire said.

Still dumbstruck, I just nodded, the awkwardness of the moment leaving me mute. I finally ended the awkward silence, by asking Claire, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was the times, Michael." Claire answered, "And the situation. If I admitted that you were the father of my baby, eventually, the fact that you were my student would have surfaced and my teaching career would have been over. Besides, you weren't even in college yet. How could you have cared for us?"

I settled down on the couch flanked by both women, sipping the coffee Claire's daughter had given me. " I ..I.. don't know what to say."

"Nothing needs be said, Michael. I gave in to some powerful primal urges with you. My biological clock was ticking loudly. I found you sweet, charming, vulnerable. I knew you wouldn't be able to deny me. I'm sorry I took advantage of you. But I make no more apologies. And look at the results!" Claire said, pointing to her daughter.

Turning my head, I looked at Clarissa. Same bookish look. Slighter figure. Claire's hair was straight, long, and chestnut brown, Clarissa's was red and curly, just like mine. Where mother had a rubenesque figure, daughter was taller, more willowy. Claire's most prominent feature was her magnificent bust. Clarissa had not inherited her mothers breasts, or her mother's penchant for conservative clothing, but I sensed that she had inherited Claire's sensuality. She sat next to me in a snug tee shirt, no bra visible, and a pair of skin tight shorts that left next to nothing to the imagination. I found myself in the uncomfortable position of being turned on by these two women, one of whom was my own daughter! I folded my hands in my lap trying to hide the growing bulge in my pants.

"Rissa, why don't you set another place at the table for our guest. He's going to have dinner with us!" Claire asked. Her daughter got up off the couch and slid between me and the coffee table, her denim clad pussy mere inches from my face. 

While her daughter prepared the table and took over the cooking chores, Claire and I caught up on old times, with both of us relating the gory details of failed marriages and successful careers.

Presently, Rissa, as she preferred being called, brought out wine glasses and a sassy Gewurztraminer from a nearby Finger Lakes winery. After a while, I found myself getting a little toasted, as wine kept appearing just as I thought the bottle was empty.  

Dinner came, and with it more wine. Dinner was cleared from the table, but the wine continued to flow. Before I knew it, I'd had more than my share of alcohol .and worried about driving home, more than two hours away. Reading my mind, Claire said, rather sternly, "Mr. O'Dell, hand me your keys. You're in no shape to get behind the wheel!" 

I handed her my car keys and sat down on the couch, where her daughter promptly handed me another glass of wine. Jokingly, I said to both women, "You're just trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me!" Expecting vehement protests to the contrary, I was surprised by the dead silence. When I looked each in the eye, they just smiled.

Rissa excused herself and headed for her room while we sat for a while longer, polishing off another bottle. Claire stood up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. "Michael, its time for bed." she said.

As we passed by Rissa's door, I answered, "But I'm not the least bit sleepy!"

Claire stopped for a moment, turned, smiled, and replied, "Who said anything about sleeping!"

We heard a buzzing noise emanating from Rissa's room. Then she moaned. Claire jerked my hand, and, feigning anger said, "You want to watch her cum instead of me?" Now it was my turn for the silent, sly smile. Playfully punching my arm, she led me into her bedroom.

Closing her door, she stood in front of her bed. From behind, I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling her neck, smelling the clean Vanilla scent in her hair. She took my hands from around her waist, cupping them on her breasts, half whispering, "I'm curious how much of what I taught you, you remember."

I started unbuttoning her blouse, still kissing her ear and neck. The garment slid to the floor. I fumbled with the front closure of her bra, until it too fell off. Next came the skirt. Stepping out of the pool of clothes on the floor, she turned, clad only in emerald green lace boy shorts. Her breasts, slight victims to the ravages of gravity, were still magnificent. I moved to kiss them. She stepped back. "No! No! Not the good stuff first." she admonished me with a smile. I playfully pushed her onto the bed. Removing her matching green shoes, I kissed her feet, paying particular attention to the softness under her arch. Moving down, I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it, briefly. I began kissing and licking my way up her calf. Her legs spread. I could see a damp spot in the crotch of her panties. I continued upward, caressing and kissing her inner thighs. The closer I got to her lace clad pussy, the stronger her musky scent and the larger the stain on the cloth covering her pussy. I got to within an inch or two and she began rolling her hips, almost as an invitation to go further. Even though I could see the matted brown hairs of her bush through the lace, I brushed my nose against it, but bypassed the only clothing she wore, choosing, instead, to tongue fuck her navel. Her moan of disappointment was short lived. I had finally arrived at her breasts, nestling my head between them. "Still wearing Shalimar, I see." I said breathing in the sweet scent as I ran my tongue around her right areola, purposely avoiding the turgid nipple centered in the middle of the tender dusky skin atop her breast.

"Oh God, Michael! It feels so good to have you here." she whispered. "Make love to me!" 

"It will be my pleasure!" I answered, just before surrounding the dusty rose nipple of her left breast, grazing it with my teeth and slapping it with my tongue.

A sudden intake of breath and her hands clamping around my head told me I had done something right. "Not just your pleasure, Michael!" she cooed, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my fully erect manhood.

I responded by sliding my hand down her belly, inside her panties, past her dampened bush, and curling my fingers inside her wetness. She squirmed and moaned as the pads of my two fingers massaged her g-spot while the palm of my hand lightly touched her swollen clit.

"Now, Michael! Please? I need you inside me!" she pleaded, letting go of my head, but still gently pulling on my cock.

I reluctantly pulled my hand from her panties and my lips from her breasts, offering her a taste of herself. As she sucked my fingers clean, she peeled of her panties, dropping them to the floor beside the bed. Spreading her legs, she pulled open her pussy , showing the pink inner lips, glistening with her juices. I stepped between her legs and rubbed the engorged crown of my cock against her clit, watching the look of lust cross her face. She rucked her hips up, trying to slip me inside. I smiled down at her as I pushed the helmet of my manhood past her entry and slipped effortlessly inside her until our pubic hairs kissed.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cock slip out, covered with a generous helping of Claire's honey, pulling some of the slick pink flesh of her cunt with it. My hands went in different directions, one to her left breast, the other to her re-exposed clit. Pressing against the little nubbin with my thumb, I plunged back in, making her chest wobble. "So good! So big!" she groaned, her eyes half closed. My upper hand was gently pinching her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Rocking in and out, pinching, pulling, strumming her clit, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. My cock pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward, our bodies slapping together. 

The room filled with the scent of sex, making me harder still. Claire's breath became ragged. I could sense that she was close to cumming. I began pistonning in and out of her. Harder. Faster. The crude music of our mating filling the room, matching the scent. Finally, she let out a long moan, her body stiffening. Her cunt clamped onto my cock, milking it. "Oh God! Oh fuck! Cumming! Michael! Fill me!" she grunted as her body convulsed.

Knowing how much she wanted it, I let myself go. My own craving for release overtaking my desire to prolong the ecstatic agony, I grunted as my cock expanded and contracted, sending my seed deep into her cloying womb. She pulled me to her as we caught our breath, our bodies molding together. My prick softened inside her and slipped out, weeping some of its contents onto her sweat and honey matted bush as we kissed fervently.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered that she wanted to taste me. I rolled off and straddled her face, my cock, still shiny with our combined cum dangling over her lips. She reached up with her tongue and swiped a drip of sperm that was forming in my slit. "Mmmmm!" She moaned as she lifted her head more and captured my flaccid penis in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head and shaft as she sucked the dregs of our lovemaking from me. Pulling my re-forming member from between her lips, she turned her attention to my balls, swallowing one, then the other as she removed as much of the evidence as she could.

"Ready for round two?" she asked playfully as her tongue flicked over the hairless crinkly skin of my sac.

"Not yet!" I answered, unstraddling her face. "But, don't worry, I'll make it up to you." 

Her pout of disappointment disappeared as I knelt between her legs, plunging my face into the cum oozing cleft of her recently ravaged cunt. Sucking voraciously, I drank our love juices from the sweet, wet folds of her womanhood, lapping up gobs of sperm as it leaked out. My tongue danced from her clit to her ass, searching for as much of us as I could coax from her.

"It seems that you learned a few new things." she moaned as her hands held my head firmly to the soft folds of her cunt. I slipped two fingers inside her, slowly pumping and curling them, massaging the inner front wall of her thoroughly lubricated channel. 

With my hand hard at work, I kissed my way up her prone, luscious body, tonguing her navel, then sucking her turgid nipples as they sat atop her perfectly round breasts. She bucked and moaned as my fingers mauled her cunt and my teeth, not so gently worked over her extra sensitive nipples. 

"Oh God! Michael! You're going to make me cum!" she panted, meeting my finger thrusts with upraised hips.

"Isn't that the point? " I answered back, smiling up at her, still plowing my fingers in and out of her sopping cooze.

"But....but...I want you to cum too!" she gasped, quickly losing control, her breath coming in short bursts.

"Where!" I said, letting go of her swollen nipple and replacing it with my hand.

"Inside me!....Oh God!...Oh God!...Ohgod..ohgod...Michael!" she screamed as her orgasm took control, shaking her body, clamping on my fingers as they mercilessly sawed in and out of her weeping womanhood. "Ohfuck! Stop! Please? I can't take anymore!"

I withdrew my fingers from her cunt and offered them to her to suck as I gathered her in my arms and held her as she came down from her sexual high.

"Oh Michael! That was incredible!" she whispered, taking my hand from her mouth and cupping her breast as she wiggled her ass against my hardness. We laid there for a while, me playing with her nipples, she rubbing her rump against my steel hard cock. We stayed there for a while, caressing and cuddling, my hands roaming all over her. Then, she suggested a shower and I readily agreed.

She led me to the shower, her hand wrapped around my manhood. After soaping each other up, she stood before me and said, "Michael, I need you inside me again. Right here! Right now! I want you to fuck me as if you'll die if you don't cum inside me."

I smiled at the prospect of taking her in the shower, took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. My hands slid down her sides until they were cupping her round as cheeks. Pressing my cock against her belly, I began to lift her. Curling one arm around my neck, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist. She reached behind her, searching for my cock. Finding it, she aimed it at her pouting cunt lips, nestling the crown in the crease.

Letting of my shaft, she looked me in the eye, throatily whispering, "Fuck me! Hard! Hard and deep!" Leaning in, she kissed me, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I responded by dropping her onto my cock as I pushed her against the shower wall. "Oh God, yes" I don't know if it was from the suddenness of my invasion of her vaginal vault or the cold wall against her warm skin, but she gasped as my cock pushed its way inside her. With each thrust, I lifted and dropped her, filling her cunt with my meat, scratching her clit with my pubic hair as our pelvises ground together, and withdrawing until only my head was lodged inside her lust swollen pussy. Each time I lifted her my hands moved further under her buttocks until I felt my middle finger touch the tight ring of her asshole. Slipping it inside slowly, I made her squirm and moan even more. 

The urgency and intensity of our coupling only lasted for a couple of minutes, but in that time she rapidly rose to the point where she was on the verge of another climax. Her breath became shorter, her moans louder and longer, her nipples stiffened as they rubbed on my chest. I felt her cunt grab my cock and start milking it. Her body shook. She sunk her teeth into my shoulder as her orgasm ripped through her body. Taking her cue, I let myself go, no longer fighting the urge to fill her with my seed. I grunted as my cock expanded and contracted, sending my essence deep into her cloying womb. Even when I was empty, I could not stop thrusting up into her wetness. I could feel the combined juices of our fuck leaking out of her and dripping down my testicles and legs.

As we came down from our sexual high, she noticed the teeth marks on my shoulder, apologizing profusely. I shushed her, pointing to the bruised nipple I had caused earlier, letting her know that, not only were we even, but that she could bite me anytime she wanted if it meant having an orgasm that intense.

We rinsed off, dried each other, and wandered back to bed. We cuddled up, my hand cupping her bruised breast, her ass nuzzling my deflated cock We drifted off to sleep, totally sated.



Claire Ch. 02



After Claire and Rick had made love once more Claire got up because she heard a cat mewing. She went downstairs to open the back door and let it in and stared out into the night. There was only a rather thin layer of snow; the snow dunes she had hoped for had not materialized and the night was cold and clear again. She shook her head. There would be no way the bus wouldn't come now, and so she could not keep Rick around for some more days. Maybe if she just asked... 

When she came back in the bedroom she heard Rick snore a little irregularly. Oh well, she thought, he must be tired from the day. 

She went back to the ground floor again and transferred his newly washed clothes from the washing machine top the tumble dryer. Then she rubbed her eyes. She found she, too, felt frightfully tired, and after switching on the dryer she went upstairs and lay down next to Rick. 

That night Rick ran a temperature. He started mumbling things and Claire, who woke up because of it, didn't like it one bit. As soon as it was morning she took his temperature and found it was almost 42°. Bloody hell, she thought. She called her GP, who told her he would be around within thirty minutes. Then she hurried to the village centre and bought some underpants and a pair of pyjamas, and went back to find Rick even worse than before. 

With some difficulty she transferred him to the spare bedroom, and put him to bed again there. She quite liked her GP but she knew he had a propensity to talk, if only to his wife; but she... She liked her well enough, but she could never keep anything to herself. Then she sat down with him, waiting for the doctor to arrive. 

When Dr Jamison arrived she first put him wise to yesterday's business. He listened attentively and then decided he'd better visit old Mr O'Brien next. 

"His daughter didn't ring you?" Claire asked. He shook his head. 

Then she ushered him into the spare room. He took out his stethoscope, listened and decided he wanted Rick to go to hospital. He suggested the one he usually dealt with but since Claire knew where he lived they decided the one in his own town would do just as well; it was no farther than the other one. Dr Jamison made arrangements and left; she saw him tramp down the garden path on his way to the O'Briens. 

Claire put Rick's things and his coat and jacket into an old travel bag that had belonged to her late husband. The ambulance was none too long, and she said goodbye to Rick rather sadly; yesterday's elation had entirely evaporated. She didn't even dare kiss him with the medics hovering near, so she shook his hand and wished him well.

She stood in the door as the ambulance drove down the snowy lane and disappeared round the corner. Then she closed the door. She went upstairs, collected the things she'd lent Rick and put them into the washing machine. So much for your fantasies, girl, she thought. You'll never see him again. She shook her head and went into the living room, and although she usually did not drink during the day she poured herself a generous dram.

Rick was delivered at the hospital and wheeled to the X-ray unit. The X-ray was clear enough; he'd contracted pneumonia in the pond, and had to stay. When he was getting a little better again he realised that he was wearing stuff he didn't recognise, and that the travel bag was not familiar, either. So Claire must have arranged things for him. He went through the bag in the hope he would find a note or anything, but there was nothing there, not even a receipt from the shop. Hmph. He would have to go back there. But what if she wouldn't have anything to do with him? And he couldn't write to her; he didn't even know her full name - Claire was all there was. He sank back into the pillows and tried to think clearly but he didn't really feel a way out of this dilemma. Oh well, he thought, I'd better try and get well first.

Claire had spent the day thinking about Rick. She blushed when she thought of the way she'd seduced him; what if he felt taken in by her? And then, he did wear a ring. Suppose his wife had been out of the country for some time? People could say anything. But he had been nice, and she had loved the physical contact they'd had. Oh dear. If he were genuine, and if he had liked it as much as she had, then maybe - 

She went to the pub but she didn't feel too happy there. All the old faces were friendly enough, but as she didn't really know what she was trying to find it was no wonder she did not find anything much. She went home well before eleven, and made a firm resolution to put Rick White off her mind. 

Dr Jamison had not found too enthusiastic a welcome. It appeared David, old Mr O'Brien's son, had no idea his father had experienced anything untoward at all, and there was a strong feeling of tension about the place while he went and examined the old man. He didn't appear any the worse for wear, though; his lungs sounded alright and he didn't have a temperature; he was just as vague as he usually was. 

On his way out he was waylaid by David, who wanted to know what exactly had happened, and Jamison told him what he knew. He didn't refrain from mentioning that the rescuer had been treated without due courtesy by David's wife. David, who certainly believed in doing the right thing, wasn't too pleased about this at all, and when the doctor had gone on his way he went in and asked Janet to tell him her side of the story. She simply said that that silly old fool had tried to get himself drowned again and that some idiot she didn't know had delivered him back to their doorstep. She was totally fed up with him anyway. It was time he was put into an old peoples' home, and David had better choose between him and her. David did. There must certainly have been a lot of neighbours who heard the altercation; but the long and the short of it was that Janet packed her clothes, slammed the door to and went back to her folks up north, and he could go and drown himself for all she cared. Idiot!

David called Dr Jamison and asked him if he knew a nurse he could recommend to look after his father. 

"Janet upped and went?" the doctor asked. "Can't say it surprises me much."

He went through some of his files and told David that there was a woman called Rose Williams he could definitely recommend; would he like him to send her so he could meet her and see if she would do? 

"Yes, please," David said. "That will be wonderful."

"Will you be at home today?" Jamison asked.

"Yes I will."

"Alright then. I'll send her along."

That afternoon at half past one Rose Williams rang the bell, and David opened the door on a smallish woman with a brilliant smile and a practical demeanour that immediately felt good to David. He bade her come in and they introduced themselves. Then they sat down to arrange things. 

Rick spent a little under two weeks in hospital. When he was eventually released his home felt somewhat strange and unfamiliar. Most of the contents of the fridge had gone bad; the vegetables were a complete mess and the milk had changed colour considerably. He went shopping and bought himself a bottle of single malt and some strengthening food. He used his old winter's coat and took the other one and his jacket to the dry cleaners'. He really made an effort to feel at home again. He smiled at the picture of Irene that hung in the hall, made himself some coffee and put a CD into the player. Dory Previn's voice filled the room. "I have flown to star-stained heights / On bent and battered wings..." 

His place had never really felt like home; when Irene died the old house had been far too big for him, and he had sold it and bought a much smaller one. It was a well-proportioned house, but it lacked memories and atmosphere, and in general he more or less felt like a stranger still. He had had friends over a couple of times, but he much preferred going to them; their places were well known and friendly and somehow felt much more like home than his own. 

He wondered whether it had been a good idea to visit his grandparents' village and then scolded himself. It had, and he had liked the contact with Claire, and he was a silly old fool to think differently. There must be an album somewhere. He quickly found it and sat down to look at his grandparents' photographs. The village obviously was essentially unchanged; there were pictures of the pond and their old house, and the pub - and then he came across a group of photographs showing his grandparents at a village fair or fête or something. In two of them was a young woman - he didn't really know how young - who seemed the split image of Claire, and he suddenly realised that of course it must be her. One was very small, but the other was large enough to see her features quite well. He grinned. It felt good to have at least a visible memory of her. 

It didn't take too long before he had settled back into his world and the memory of Claire did not plague his daytime hours too much any more, although the album lay on a little table next to his reading chair. But at night he often lay thinking of the way she had taken possession of him that night in February; it was a wonderful memory, and it made him invariably fall asleep with a smile on his face. 

Rose Williams had taken over at the O'Briens. She was very efficient and very friendly and the atmosphere of constraint that had hung over the house had vanished entirely. She had gone through the medicine chest and the medical papers that were there and she found to her surprise that there was a huge amount of sedatives she could not find any mention of. She called Dr Jamison, but he, too, didn't know anything about them, so she put them into a bag and delivered the lot at the surgery on her way home.

To most people's surprise old Mr O'Brien became a lot less vague within a very short time. Rose didn't notice, but then she hadn't known him very well before she took over. David was delighted with the change; he told Rose about it and asked her what it was she'd done. She looked at him in surprise and said she'd not done anything special. Then she suddenly connected the two, and said that she'd taken a load of sedatives to the surgery. It took a little time to sink in, but then David almost exploded. 

"So that's what happened," he said through clenched teeth. "Janet simply kept him drugged. I wouldn't wonder if she pushed him off hill to the pond, too." He shook with rage. Rose had never seen him angry before; but she wasn't too impressed and smiled a little at him.

"Don't you think you'd better let her be?" she said. "Let's be happy he's better again. Won't we?"

Somehow her down-to-earthiness and her smile did the trick for him, and he smiled at her. "Yes," he said. "You're right. I'm happy he's ok and I'm happy she's gone. Thank God someone saw father crash into the pond." 

It was obvious Rose had no idea, so he explained things to her. 

"Gosh," she said when he'd finished. "Who was he, then?"

"I don't know," David said. "Jamison said he was a stranger. He had been to visit him and sent him to hospital before he came here."

"So Dr Jamison must know who he is," she said. "I think you should ask him so you can call him and say thanks."

"Yes," he said. "You're right."

A few days later Rick received a telephone call. The caller identified himself as David O'Brien. Rick had no idea who he could be, so he cautiously gave his own name.

"You will not know me," David said, "but I would like to thank you for rescuing my father from the village pond last winter, and to apologise for my ex-wife's behaviour."

"Oh dear," Rick said. "I'd forgotten about that. How's your father? Did he survive his dip?"

David told him he had, and how his father had improved since his wife had left him. Then he asked Rick how he'd been. Rick said he'd been in hospital for a short while but that he was quite well again. Then David asked him if he was related to the Whites that used to live in the village. Jamison had said he thought he recognised a family likeness. 

"Yes," Rick said. "I'm Maynard White's grandson."

"I see," David said. "Look, if ever you come to the village again, drop by and say hello, will you?"

"Gladly," Rick said. "Oh, by the way, could you say hello to Claire if you see her?"

"Claire? Which one? There's two of them, I think."

"Well," David said, "She's five foot three, I think, and she has a sense of humour, and she's been a widow for twelve years, and she lives -"

"Oh, that's Claire Symonds. She sings in the choir, so I'll certainly see her soon. Yes, I sure will. How do you know her?"

"She put me up after my experiment in village life," Rick said. 

"I see. Well, thanks once again, and I hope to see you around."

"Oh," Rick said, "there's one more thing. Could you help me to her address? I'd like to thank her for what she did for me."

"One moment," David said. "I'll have to consult my list of choir members."

He wasn't long and Rick took down the address. Then they said their goodbyes and he rang off.

Claire, Claire, Claire, he thought, and he took the album and found her picture. He looked at her smiling face and decided to give it a try - you never knew. There would a be a concert in town by a Russian a cappella choir in a fortnight's time, and he immediately went out to buy two tickets. He was in luck, for it was almost sold out. If she would deign to come he'd take her there, and if she wouldn't, oh well, then he had at least tried. Then he booked a table at his favourite restaurant. 

He sat down to write her a letter in which he explained about the concert. He would come to the village and wait at the village pond for her for twenty minutes from three thirty onwards. If she preferred not to see him again he would understand. 

Then he sighed deeply and looked at the calendar. It would be a bloody long couple of weeks. He went into the hall and looked at Irene's picture. "You do understand, don't you?" he said. 

Rick waited for a couple of days and then he put the letter to the post. "There you go," he whispered. "Have a safe journey - please!" One more week to go, he thought.

Claire, who had been at the village hall for the initial preparations for the village fête, which would take place in six weeks' time, came home to find the usual bills on the mat and a leaflet telling her how to get a much brighter smile and attract hordes of men. She shook her head. Silly fools, she thought. Then she saw the letter. She didn't recognise the handwriting, and she slit it open to find out who it was from. Rick! Heavens, she thought, here go my good resolutions. With all the willpower she could muster she had driven his image from her mind; but the letter undid all that in half a sec'. Her ambivalent feelings crowded back straight away. Was or wasn't he someone she'd wanted for a long time? Anyway, the concert sounded nice, and he promised to drive her back afterwards. She certainly couldn't envisage him being unpleasant to her, so she would come and go to the concert with him. 

It was a long six days for Claire, too. She kept telling herself she shouldn't expect too much, but in her heart of hearts she knew she'd much prefer to skip the concert and take him home. Yet she was level-headed enough not to let those feelings prevail. Better be safe than sorry, she thought.

The next morning David chanced upon Claire in the village shop. "Hello Claire," he said, "I was asked to say hello to you by Rick White."

Claire almost gasped. That was twice within twenty-four hours. 

"How do you know him?" she asked.

"Well,' David said, "It's Rose, actually - er, she told me to go and say thank you to him. Jamison knew his telephone number, and so I called him."

"Ok. So you told him my address?"

"Yes. Er - was I wrong to tell him?"

"No," Claire said. "I'm glad you did. How did he sound?"

"I don't know. He's got a nice voice and he didn't sound ill, if that's what you mean?"

"Er - well, I'm not really sure what I mean. He was a nice guy."

"I asked him to come over and say hello, if ever he comes to the village again. I'd like to meet him." 

"Yes," Claire said. "How's Rose doing? Are you getting on a bit?"

David blushed. 

"That bad?" Claire said teasingly. "You do like her?"

"Yes I do," David admitted. "And er - the feeling is mutual."

"Well," Claire said as she took his hand. "I'm very happy for you. You really deserve a better fate than Janet."

David smiled and nodded. "I don't know about deserving anything," he said, "but I'm happy no end!"

When the day of the concert had come Rick was up before daylight. He'd lain awake since four and was glad to be up and going. He dressed his best and then took his clothes off again for fear of messing them up. It wouldn't do to look a mess again, he thought. So he put on his everyday clothes and went about his business until twelve when he donned his Sunday best again and drove off. He was at the village pond half an hour early, so he left the car and walked the short distance to the O'Briens. David was out, but Rose answered the door. David introduced himself. "You're the man who rescued David's father!" she said and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm Rose. David hired me to look after his dad, but since we discontinued his pills he's been much better. Er - we're going to get married by the end of August. Would you care to come?"

Rick blushed. "Yes I would," he said. "Congratulations. You seem to be a good deal different, er -"

"Than Janet?" Rose said with a smile. "I hope so."

"I promised I would look in on David. Please tell him I will come and see him later," Rick said, "I actually came here to pick someone up for a concert in town." 

Rose smiled. "I think I know who," she said. "David told me all about your conversation. She's really nice." 

Rick nodded. "Well, I'll be of again," he said. "I don't want to keep her waiting."

Rose looked at him. He didn't seem too certain of himself, she thought. But he seemed a likeable fellow, and she wished him a good time. "I'll tell Dave you were here," she said. "Please say hello to Claire."

Rick went back to his car. It was another ten minutes by his watch - but he hadn't waited for more than two minutes when he saw Claire walk down the road. She wore a red dress and a short black coat, and his heart skipped a beat for joy when he saw her. He told himself to wait where he was and not to make a spectacle of himself or to scare her away. 

Claire greeted him with a broad smile, and they shook hands. 

"Well," Rick said, "How's life?"

"Quiet. I'm busy with the village fête, and with choir practice, and apart from that there's some gardening and stuff. You're completely well again?"

"Oh yes. Resumed my life after the hospital. I'd like to thank you for all the trouble I gave you in February."

"Oh, come on - you'd have done the same."

Rick reflected on that. He thought he probably would and nodded.

"Ok," he said. "But I'd like to pay for the things you bought me. But first we'll go and see how well these Russians can sing. Oh, and by the way, Rose told me to say hello."

In the car they talked about the intervening months. They carefully refrained from mentioning their escapades at Claire's place and kept to safe topics. When Rick told her he'd found a picture of her among his grandparents' photographs she asked him about the setting, and he said it was at some village do. 

"Really?" she said. "Oh, that's nice. Do you think I could see them?"

"Of course. I can drive past my place on the way back; it's almost en route."

"Good. I wonder..."

She smiled at the idea of seeing a piece of her younger years. There had been one fête when her parents had been there, and if these were from the same year they might be in the picture, too.

"Are there more pictures of that event?" she asked.




Claire Ch. 02



"I think it's an entire film, actually," Rick said. "Maybe you can tell me something about it."

They went to the restaurant first. Rick really enjoyed taking Claire out. He thought she looked wonderful, which wasn't strange, since she felt radiant, too. She'd decided to go slowly, though - she wasn't going to risk losing him twice. 

The concert proved beautiful beyond expectation. The choir started with a series of Russian orthodox chants. Then they sang a long set of Italian, English and Flemish renaissance composers to end up with some modern things. Claire knew some of the renaissance material form her own choir, and she sat entranced. 

When the final applause had died down they walked to Rick's car. 

"Are you still up to those photographs?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes please," Claire said. "I had completely forgotten about them - what a fantastic choir. I loved every minute of it."

She sat back in her seat and thought about the last few hours. She decided Rick was even nicer than she'd thought. She wondered what his place would be like. Some single men made such a mess of their things... 

After only five minutes Rick parked his car. He got out and opened her door for her, and they went up his front door. The first thing she noticed was the picture in the hall. "Irene?" she said. 

"You remember? Yes," he said, "that's how she looked before she got ill." He nodded and showed her into the living-room.

"Please sit down," he said. He took the album and found the page with her photograph. 

She looked at it and her heart jumped. 

"Wow," she said. "Look." She pointed at other faces in the picture. "This is my daughter, Laura, and this my son Bob, and these people behind us are my parents." She went back to where the series started. "Oh," she said, "oh dear. This is Laura again, in the sack-race. And here are my parents again, and my husband..." She fell silent, transported to those sunny days back then. 

Rick waited until she looked up at him again. "Look," he said, "just take them out of the album and I'll go and scan them for you."

"Can you? Oh, that would be wonderful!"

She extracted the photographs with trembling fingers and handed them to him. He took them. "I won't be a minute," he said.

When he was gone she looked about the room. It was a little too tidy, she thought. She looked at his music, and found it was a rather eclectic collection - quite like her own. There were a couple of beautiful things about the room, too. Still, she thought, it doesn't have a soul somehow. 

After some time Rick returned. He handed her an envelope. "They came out quite nicely," he said. "I enlarged the one with the five of you and your daughter in the race, and there are normal copies of them, too. Shall we go?"

She got up and followed him to the front door. He locked up and they drove off in a companionable silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts. After a couple of miles she said, "Do you like your place?"

"Not very much," Rick said. "Is it that noticeable?"

"I think so," she said. "It looks as if you're in transit or something."

He nodded. "I couldn't have said so, but that's exactly how it feels. When Irene died I moved over here - I think it wasn't a good idea after all. This place has no soul. I do keep myself occupied - oh well."

She looked at him, a little shocked he had so exactly echoed her thoughts. She had not noticed it before, but there seemed to be a tinge of sadness in his smile. She tried to remember how he'd looked in February. She was certain it hadn't been there then. 

When they arrived at Claire's place it was quite late. She got out and thanked him for a wonderful evening. He smiled at her and said he'd immensely enjoyed taking her out. She kissed his cheek, they said goodbye and he drove off with a wave of his hand. 

Claire went indoors and switched on the lights in the living-room. She felt she'd be quite unable to sleep if she went to bed now, so she poured herself a drink and took out the photographs. First there were the enlargements, which she put up on the mantelpiece. Then she took out the others. They were great copies indeed, she though. Then one of them fell from her hand. It landed, upside down, on her lap. On the back she saw the printer's code and the date, some decades ago. They were the originals. He must have given me the wrong ones, she thought. Oh dear.

The next morning Rick got a call.

"Hello?" he said.

It was Claire. "You've given me the wrong set," she said. "They're the originals."

" I know. But it's the right set. I won't leave anyone who will want them later on. My sister had no children, and we didn't have any children either. Maybe your son or daughter will like them."

Claire remained silent for some time. She really didn't know what to say to that. Then she said, "Laura will love them. Thank you very, very much."

"Not at all," he said. "Er - I immensely enjoyed our time together yesterday. Would you care to do something together again some time or other?"

"Yes, I would. Maybe you'll like to visit our village fête first? It's the first Saturday in August. I will be taking care of the jar of coins."

"Certainly. I'll be there first thing in the morning!"

I'll believe that when I see it, Claire thought, but she said, "We'll open at nine."

"Right oh," Rick said. They talked a little longer and then Claire said she had to go to a committee meeting and she rang off.

Oh, Claire thought, I do hope he does as he said - and she realised that up to that moment he had. He had been on her mind since his letter had crushed her resolve to forget about him. I'll see what he's like at the fête, she thought. Who knows? Fortunately the preparations kept her very busy, and she had no time to think a lot about Rick. 

Rick spent the intervening weeks doing more of the things he'd promised himself to do. He visited a lot of the other places that were important in his own family history, and most of those that figured in Irene's. If Claire does want me I'll have finished that chapter correctly, he thought. He found that none of the other villages held the same attraction as Claire's, and the few towns were alright as far as towns went, but he didn't like them half as much either. 

He tried to decide if it was just because of Claire's presence or if the village as such was so nice, but he couldn't really put into words what it was that held such an appeal. Claire, certainly. But what else, if anything? Then he suddenly realised that if it weren't for Claire he would have gone and lived there months ago. Now, though, that was out of the question. She certainly belonged there and if she didn't want him he couldn't possibly but in. Life's funny, he thought. Oh dear.

The Thursday before the great day Claire was working in the garden when she heard a motorbike screech to a halt in front of her house, and moments later Laura bounded into the garden, taking off her helmet in the process. 

"Hi, mum," she said, and she positively beamed at her mother. 

"Hello Laura," Claire said. "What's the matter? Did you win the pools?"

"We're going to get married. Isn't that lovely? Eileen will be our bridesmaid."

"Yes - that's really lovely! When is the day?"

"In September, mumsy. Oh, I'm so excited! We'll have to finish the planning, but then you'll get the details straight away." 

She sat down on the garden bench and Claire took off her gloves. 

"I'll get us some drinks," she said. 

They sat in the garden together and discussed the plans. Eileen, Claire's granddaughter, was six, and the couple had been together for almost ten years. Claire had often wondered if they would marry at all, but she'd always refrained from asking, and Laura had appreciated that very much. 

They fell silent after some time, and Claire smiled at her daughter. "I'm really happy for you," she said.

Laura looked at her mother pensively. Then she said, "Mumsy, why don't you find yourself someone again? It's much nicer and you are only fifty-two. You're always alone."

To her dismay Claire almost started to cry. She controlled herself with an effort. Then she nodded and said, "You're right. Actually, I have found someone. But at the beginning he fell ill and then I became uncertain whether I really wanted him or not, and then I told myself he had to be perfect - and then I became all prim and proper. But you're right. He is really nice - and I'm sick and tired of going it alone."

"Who is he? Do I know him? 

"No, he is not from the village. He's called Rick White. I er, I happened to be there when he saved old Mr O'Brien from drowning, and then one thing led to another." She realised with a start that Laura in her radiant mood looked exactly the way she'd felt the day of Rick's dip in the pond.

"Did you sleep with him?"

"Laura! I - oh well, yes I did. And I'd like to do so again." 

Laura smiled at her mother. "I'd like to meet him," she said. 

"Well, he will be here on Saturday. Oh, and I've got a couple of lovely photographs. I'll show you."

Claire went inside. First she blew her nose, and then she took the envelope and the enlargements and went back into the garden. She handed the lot to Laura.

"Oh, look! There's dad and you, and gramp, and granny. And this is me! Oh, how nice! How on earth did you get these?"

"Rick gave them to me. He has an album with old photographs. His grandparents used to live in the village; he actually came here to visit their graves and to find out what the village was like."

"But these are the originals. Don't you think he should keep them?"

"I asked him, but he has no relatives, and he hoped you or Bob might like them."

"They're not Bob's pigeon, I think. But I really like them. Can I borrow them to show them to Mike?"

They finished their drinks, and Laura took the photographs. They walked to the front of the house and she put them into the locker at the rear of her bike. Then she kissed her mother and told her she'd be there on Saturday. She put on her helmet, kick-started her machine and roared off down the road. 

The first Friday in August arrived much sooner than Rick had thought. He bought a bunch of flowers and then he packed a couple of things in the bag Claire had sent him to hospital with. He went to bed early, and slept like a log this time. The alarm woke him up at half past five. He showered, dressed, had a quick breakfast and went on his way. 

It was cold and bright, and there was a slight mist a few feet over the road. But when he left the outskirts and drove through the hills the sun grew strong and the wisps of mist evaporated. He was in the village well before eight o'clock. He first went back to the church and put the flowers on his grandparents' grave. He looked around, and decided it really felt like home there. 

Then he drove to the village centre and put his car in the local car park. The fête was signposted, and he walked down the road with the sun on his back. It felt really good to be walking there with nothing to do but enjoy himself that day. He'd collected all the coins he got and he hoped he could spend some; maybe he could find something for Claire. 

He got to the field and he looked at his watch. It was almost nine. There were a man and a woman standing at the gate, and when he got nearer he recognised Rose. She'd recognised him even sooner and waved at him. He walked up to her, and greeted her. 

"Hello," she said, "welcome to our fête. David, this is Rick."

"Hello Rick," the man said. "Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you," Rick said. "How are you, and how are you, Rose?"

They smiled at each other and Rose said, "Couldn't be better. You're still coming to our wedding?"

"I'll be delighted," Rick said, and it was obvious to the couple that he meant it. 

"You know," David said, "I can really recognise you as one of the Whites. Oh dear, I'm afraid you may hear that again today. Well, we mustn't keep you; you'll be wanting to say hello to Claire. She's in the tent already. But please do come back to talk some more."

"Promise," Rick said. "You're collecting the entrance fees?"

"Three pounds, please," Rose said.

Rick paid and hurried to the tent. Claire was immersed in some papers and didn't notice him come in. He walked round her on tiptoe and put his hands over her eyes. "Guess who," he said softly. 

"Rick!" Claire said as she got up. She turned around an looked into Rick's eyes; he stood smiling at her and she saw the sadness she'd sensed in town was entirely absent now. "We haven't even started yet! You're really early!"

"Yes, I'm afraid I couldn't wait. I've already visited the churchyard. I wanted to put some flowers on my grandparent's grave to say thank you to them - I'd never have met you otherwise. David and Rose allowed me in. I did pay, don't you worry."

"So you've finally met David?"

"Yes, I promised to go back and talk to him. How have you been?"

"Busy, and I've done a lot of thinking. I've been an idiot. I didn't dare to allow myself to feel what I feel for you. It took my daughter to make me realise. Rick, I do want you. You don't have to go back tonight?"

"Not necessarily. I did bring my toothbrush this time." He smiled at her and she finally decided it was alright, and she clasped her arms around him and kissed him. 

They heard a lot of voices, and Rick saw it was nine o'clock. "Hey girl," he said, "it's time for business. I'll go and bother Rose and David."

He went out into the sunshine and walked down to the field to the gate. David greeted him warmly. "Just a moment," he said. "Rose, can you manage?"

"Yes," she said. "I'll be fine."

David led Rick away from the throng. "I'd like to introduce you to my father," he said.

Old Mr O'Brien sat in his wheelchair looking at the people. 

"Hello, young man," he said. "David told me you're Maynard's grandson? You've got his eyes." He nodded at Rick. "Thank you for extracting me from the pool."

"In a sense I'm glad you went in," Rick said smiling. "I would never have met Claire otherwise."

Old Mr O'Brien nodded again. "Still," he said. He gave Rick a wave of his hand and looked around him again. 

The two men walked back to Rose and Rick asked how their wedding plans were getting on. David said he'd get an invitation soon; they weren't going to tell anyone anything earlier. 

Rick took his leave and went around the field. He found a couple of second-hand books, and in a cardboard box that held two dozen CDs or so he came across Bruch's violin concerto played by a Japanese woman; the others were a sorry collection, he thought.  

A little further down the field there was an old lady selling simple jewellery. "Hello love," she said. "Anything you fancy for your young lady?" 

He looked at the display critically. "Well," he said, "Maybe. How much are these?"

"Five pounds, dearie," she said. 

Rick took the trinkets from her and put them in his pocket. 

Then he went back to the tent and paid a pound to Claire. He guessed wildly beside the mark on purpose, and Claire entered his guess with a broad grin. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.

"No thank you, I have no time yet. Later, when everything is a little less busy maybe. How do you like this?" She gave a wave of her arm that encompassed the whole field.

Rick grinned. "I'm really having a good time," he said. "I never thought this would be so nice. I'll find myself a cup of tea and some scones. Breakfast seems hours ago."

He went off and sat down to a couple of somewhat dull scones and a cup of good, strong tea. Then he saw a young woman walking his way. She wore a leather jacket and had a motor helmet round her arm, and there was a little girl skipping round her feet. 

"Hello," she said. "Mind if I sit here with you?"

"Be welcome," Rick said.

"I'm Laura," she said. "And this is my daughter Eileen."

"You're Claire's daughter?"

"Yes. And you're Rick. When I was a little girl I met your father, I think. You look like him. I love the photographs you gave my mum."

"I'm happy someone likes them," Rick said. "Do you live near here?"

"Some twenty miles. And you?"

Rick explained, and they started talking. He recognised a much younger Claire in this young woman, and he felt happy to talk to her. Laura looked at him critically and decided he would do. Then the MC announced the sack-races would be on for the under-eights, and Eileen ran to the start. Rick and Laura stood at the sideline and cheered as the children came down the track, hopping, stumbling, laughing an shouting at the top of their voices. Eileen came in fourth, not fast enough for a prize but certainly good enough. "Look," Rick said, and he took the necklace he'd bought from his pocket. "Here's your prize." Laura said thank you, and so did Eileen, and Rick didn't want to hear.. 

Due to the high temperature the sides of the tent had been removed and Claire saw them standing there from her place at the jar. She saw that Rick and Laura seemed to get on well, and she broke into a wide smile. 

"If you don't watch out we'll have only a grin left," the woman who had come in to make a guess said. 

"That'll be alright, Joanie," Claire said.

"No it won't. What'll your daughter and that gentleman think?"

"They will know me by now, I hope. What's your guess?"

After the sack-race Eileen lost interest in the fête. Laura asked Rick keep an eye on her for a moment. Then she went into the tent and told Claire she thought Rick was really nice and said goodbye. She collected Eileen and gave Rick a peck on the cheek, which made him blush. 

"Take care of Mum, won't you?" she said.

He smiled and waved at them as they disappeared down the field. Then he bought Claire a cup of tea and walked to one of the sides and just stood watching for some time. He enjoyed the bustle and the uncomplicated fun, and the feeling of companionship the day exuded. He reflected that there must be loads of petty jealousies and rivalries in so small a community; but that day they were not apparent. 

Time to see if Claire was ready with her jar, he decided. While he was crossing the field he chanced upon Dr Jamison, who stopped him for a little talk, and introduced him to his wife. He asked Rick how he liked the fête, and the village as a whole, and talked for a little time about Rick's family. "So you're here for your past," he concluded.

"In a way, yes," Rick said. "But if it weren't for one powerful magnet I wouldn't be here now."

Jamison raised his eyebrows questioningly, but his wife filled in for him. "Claire," she said. "And quite rightly so." 

Claire had indeed completed her task, and she had seen Rick make his way across the field only to be waylaid by the doctor and his wife, so she went up to them to join him and she just overheard the last few sentences. With a happy smile she put her arm through Rick's and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"Hello, Claire," the doctor's wife said. "Your taste in men is certainly good."

Rick felt a little uncomfortable under her praise but she simply beamed at them. They made some small-talk and then Claire and Rick took their leave. 

"Phew," Claire said. "I'm tired. Let's go somewhere private."

"We don't have to help out tidying things up?"

"No," she said. "I've been honourably dismissed." 

"Lovely. So where shall we go? Can I buy you a meal somewhere? The scones were alright, but -"

"Oh, I know. They're invariably horrible. But no one ever complains; they're really lovingly made. There's a nice pub half way to the next village. We could go there." She looked at him and added, "and then I want you for myself at home."

She hooked her arm in his again and they walked to his car. 

The wayside pub was good and rather quiet; a lot of its regulars who had gone to the fête had ended up in the village pub instead.




Claire Ch. 02



They had an pleasant, simple meal and then they drove back. Rick parked on the drive and Claire let him in. 

"I'm afraid I need a shower first," she said. 

He nodded. "Perhaps I can wash your back now?" he asked hopefully. 

She looked at him and grinned. "Yes, please," she said. "It's a bloody long time ago that I had my back washed."

They went into the bathroom and unhurriedly undressed each other while they ran the bath. 

"You know," Claire said, "I think I was afraid to admit I really want you to myself - but I do." She smiled and added, "Badly."

"Yes," he said. "You've been in all my dreams. You are all my dreams. When you said my house was just an in-between sort of place I did a lot of thinking, and I went and visited all the other places I told you about that first time. And none of them has the appeal of this village. And it's not only because you're here, I think. If you hadn't, and I hadn't felt you might feel I'd intrude, I'd have moved here already, I think. But now I think I may. You won't mind, will you?"

Claire shook her head. "So where do you want to live?" she said. "May I make a suggestion?"

He nodded. 

"Well, er - my house is quite big enough -" she paused to kiss him - "and my bed quite small enough so we won't miss each other at night. What do you say?"

Rick said nothing. He just kissed her with a lump in his throat, and held her tight and stroked her back and her buttocks, and then he couldn't hold back his tears any more and buried his face in her hair.

Claire waited a few minutes and held him close. Then she said, "I take it that means yes, then. Now, into the bath with us!" 

She sat down in the middle and smiled at Rick who got in behind her. She handed him a washcloth and he started to wash her back, slowly and softly. First he ran his hand down her spine, Then he made circles covering a larger area, with occasional detours to her sides, to go on to the sides of her breasts. Claire hugely enjoyed his hands on her body, and when she felt her back had been dealt with sufficiently she sank back against him, making it easier for him to wash her front, and allowing her to turn her head a little and offer him her mouth. She felt his cock press against her back, and leant into him a little more. 

His hands were all over her front; he caressed her with his left hand while he applied soap to her with his right. He found her pussy under water and parted her labia with his fingers. Claire bit his lower lip and put her left hand over his, to ensure he'd carry on. Then she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Rick gave himself over completely to the joys of her body against his. He slipped a finger into her and used the others to stroke her pussy lips, and eventually rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. He felt Claire go all tense for a moment; then she slumped back in his arms and smiled at him. 

"Boy," she said. "I really needed that. Let's change places!"

Rick got up and carefully stepped past Claire, and sat down in front of her. She washed his back quickly and efficiently, and then she pulled him towards her. She soaped her washcloth and put an arm round Rick, and then she began to wash his stomach. But she had been too busy thinking for part of the afternoon, while taking down the visitors' guesses, and she had to tell him about it. 

"I er - I must tell you something. When you were at my place first, I thought you were nice straight away, and so I tricked you into my underwear. Er - I hoped it would snow for weeks so we could have a long time together, and then you fell ill, and the snow hadn't come the way I'd hoped, and I had to get the doctor, and then I couldn't even kiss you goodbye, and I tried to tell myself it had all been just a prank." She thought for a moment, and she kept rubbing the washcloth across the area roughly around Rick's navel. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but Rick didn't want to break her thoughts. 

"I thought I'd almost succeeded in driving you from my mind, and then your letter came, and David said hello from you the next morning, and there you were again. And I thought I'd bungled everything completely, and I feared that you would think me a silly sort of depraved woman, and then we went out and I loved that. And then you gave me those photographs - Laura loves them, by the way, she purloined them at once - and I realised that you were really lonely there, and you looked lonely too, and you hadn't here - and eventually I even tried to tell myself you'd not come to the fête, and then Laura came and visited me, all smiles and happiness, to tell me she'll get married in September. And then I recognised my February mood in her, and I told myself I wasn't going to be a silly old idiot any more." 

Rick had put his hand on hers to stop her from taking the skin off his stomach. He didn't look at her to make sure she could finish what she wanted to say. 

"So that's why I kept you dangling, you see. I er - I hope you aren't angry, but I feel I had to tell you."

"No," Rick said, "I'm not. After all, unburdening your mind, or your heart if you like, is one of the things love is about. Scruples can be very unhelpful." He tried to get his words right - and Claire's heart almost skipped a beat, when his words sank in. She'd never hoped to hear him say it was really love for him - and now he did. 

"I kept telling myself it was alright and then thinking it wasn't, and I even asked Irene's portrait to give me the go-ahead. And this morning before I left I thought I'd take off my wedding ring and then decided you might see it as being rude or intrusive or something, so it's still there. But I'd like to take it off if you agree." 

"It might be helpful," she said. "But when you just love me I don't mind your ring; and I don't expect you to forget Irene. 

"No. I don't think I could; but you're my here and now. And please don't have any qualms about our first night together - it kept me going all along!"

"You really didn't mind?"

"I loved it. Cross my heart and hope to die!"

He turned his head and looked at her, and she smiled at him and bent over and kissed him. "Alright then," she said. "I'll finish washing you."

She used the washcloth on almost all of him, but she carefully refrained from touching his cock. Rick wondered if she didn't want to - but then she put the cloth on the edge of the bath and lathered her hands, and told him to sit on his knees. She put her arms around him and rubbed his cock between her soapy hands. Her slick fingers and the slithery treatment made Rick go almost painfully hard. She fondled his cock and balls and played with his foreskin and rubbed the skin of the stem up and down - and then she said, "Turn around! I want you in my mouth." 

Rick didn't have to be told twice, and Claire started happily sucking him. She looked up into his eyes and he stroked her hair and looked back at her all smiles. Claire felt elated by the happiness she saw, and made an extra effort, which was much more than Rick could stand. Claire felt he was about to come. "I want you to come in my mouth," she said and squeezed his cock in a countermovement to her lips. Rick felt as if she sucked his soul out his body. "Oh Claire," he panted, and when she let go of him he sat down flat in the water. She came his way on her hands and knees and kissed him deep. Then she pulled out the plug and they got out of the tub and rubbed each other dry.

"Oh," Claire said, "I'm so glad to have you here. You will stay here forever, won't you?"

Rick nodded with a big smile on his face. "You bet," he said, and he kissed her again.

"Good. Will you wait here for just a moment? I have a surprise for you."

Claire went upstairs stark naked, and Rick sat down on the edge of the bath, wondering what the surprise might be. 

After a little time Claire called, "You can come!"

He almost ran upstairs. When he came to the bedroom door Claire was lying on the bed waiting for him. She'd put on stockings and a garter belt, and she lay there beaming. 

"I told you I sometimes did this for my late husband," she said. "I hope my new love will like it too?"

Rick stood and looked at her and he felt his knees go weak. "I couldn't say how beautiful you look," he said.

"Then come and fuck me," Claire whispered. She saw in his face how much her surprise affected him, and she revelled in the look of love and desire in his eyes. "Take me, please!"

He got on the bed between her legs. His cock seemed to have forgotten Claire's treatment in the bath; he was as hard as he had been before. She lay with her legs spread wide, and she looked every bit as sweet as Rick could ever hope. "Claire," he said, "my sweet, lovely Claire -" And then he pressed his cock against her glistening pussy and sank into the bliss he'd waited for for so long.

Claire clasped her legs around the small of his back and then she took his face in her hands while he started moving, trying to find the best rhythm for the two of them. "Remember our first night?" she whispered in between kisses.

"As if I could ever forget..." Rick said with some difficulty. "I'll gladly return the favour any way you like. Oh, Claire... You don't know half... how happy I am... to be here with you." 

He lifted himself on his arms, and Claire enjoyed the change in feeling it brought with it. He looked at her and bent down and kissed every part of her face, and her nipples and her mouth again, and Claire held onto him as if he might evaporate any moment. Then Rick felt her breasts heave and her breathing grew ragged. 

She bit his tongue when her orgasm hit her, but he only noticed much later, and she pulled him close as hard as she could, and Rick felt his own orgasm build. He came only a split second later, and sank down on top of his new friend, his new lover... "Isn't it lovely what some frost can do?" she said.



Claire Ch. 02



Claire and I showered together afterwards. We spent probably ten minutes just laying on the bed together, my cock still buried inside her, our cum slowly trickling out around us, just enjoying the sensation of being locked together like that. We were silent for a while, just looking at each other, our breath going from quick, sharp gasps to more controlled inhalations and long, steady exhalations that dusted across our noses. We kissed, gentle pecks spiced with deeper, open-mouthed explorations, like we had fucked away the memories of each other's mouths and were shyly trying to remember.

Claire's slender thighs shook around my hips, her feet curled under my calves as we lay there, kissing, whispering. My fingers toyed with her hair, all splayed out around her head, a golden fan across my bed. She giggled as I reached under her leg and cupped her shaking muscles, planting a gentle kiss on my nose. 

"This might sound weird," she whispered, "but I started wondering what it would be like to fuck you right around the time you scared off my date."

I laughed, the motion causing my not-yet-soft cock to slip back and forth inside her. She cooed, and her legs tightened around me.

"Well, I hope you haven't decided that finding out this once was enough," I replied, flexing my hips just a little to emphasize the point.

"Uh-uh," she gasped. "You're definitely gonna have to show me again soon."

I smiled and raised up, taking her hand as my cock slipped from her. Claire gave a sharp intake of breath as I plopped free before grinning up at me.

"Come on," I said. 

I led her to my bathroom, reaching into the shower with my free hand and turning on the water. I turned and let my eyes wander over her body. She was gorgeous, shining lightly with sweat, the golden fan of her hair replaced by a tangled drape of soft, fragrant strands that tumbled down over her shoulders to tickle her hard pink nipples. I followed the gentle curve of her breasts, just large enough to fill my hand, trailed my gaze down her side, let my eyes take in the softness of her flat belly, the gentle slope of her hip. My hand reached out and grazed over her hip bone, a gentle bump right before my fingers slipped lower and caressed the smoothly shaven skin that led to her mound.

Claire's eyes drank me in as well, moving from my face to the stubble below my beard, across my chest, muscular without being overly defined, down across my belly. As she looked, her gaze skipped from tattoo to tattoo, following them like a treasure map down to my cock, already lengthening and thickening just watching her watch me. I pulled her close, one arm wrapping under her ass, lifting. Her legs parted and wrapped around my waist, her lips coming to mine as I turned and pawed the shower curtain aside, stepping into the shower.

Warm water cascaded over Claire's shoulder, beading on her breasts, forming a pool between her chest and mine as we pressed together. She giggled as water snuck into our kiss, the taste of each other lost, washed away by the warm, nothing flavor coming from my shower head. Claire leaned back, water soaking her hair, and reached between us, her little hand wrapping around my stiffening cock. I turned, carefully moving my arms, sliding them one at a time under Claire's legs, hooking under her knees and bringing my hands together behind her, finding the short handle built into the wall of my small shower.

Claire giggled and shifted, her little body and her flexibility enabling her to drop lower, folding herself up in my arms as her position spread her pussy wide. I planted my feet, for once grateful for the silly, hideously ugly seventies-era gritty flowers that I had found stuck all over the shower floor when I moved in. She waited patiently for me to get settled, one small hand stroking my cock gently, the other wrapped around my neck. She let go of my neck for a moment and reached up, adjusting the shower head, pointing it away from us.

I got my feet settled and looked at her face, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed, water beaded on her face and breasts, running in little rivulets down her neck, between her perfect breasts, pooling in her belly button before continuing on, running down her pelvis and across her lips. Her little hand turned my cock, aimed it, settling the head at her entrance, the water from the shower splitting across my cock and rolling down off my balls. She looked up at me and licked her lips, nodding.

I pushed forward quickly, less thrusting into her, more pouncing into her, driving myself home with one quick, decisive thrust. Claire cried out as my cock pushed her into the wall, her shoulders squeaking against the wet fiberglass. Both arms circled my neck, clinging to me as I began to drive into her, water flying away from us in speeding droplets and wet fans as we began to fuck, hard and passionate.

Claire's cunt rippled around me, grasping and releasing my cock with each thrust. She gripped my neck hard, her mouth open and gasping as I pressed my forehead to hers.

"God I love your fucking cock," she groaned, her lips barely moving, her breasts bouncing with every hard thrust. "Fuck me! Fuck me into the wall and make me cum all over that cock I love so much!"

I growled deep in my throat, flexing my arms, using them to pull her into my thrusts. Claire's fingers curled into my shoulder, clawing gently, pulling her mouth to mine. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, wrestling with hers as her breath shot out in short, hard gasps through her nose and across my cheek. I let the handle go, my hands cupping her perfect ass, squeezing, my fingers overlapping under her, yanking her hips onto my cock, feeling her pussy begin to contract harder, squeezing me tightly and releasing over and over, the start of a hard orgasm that I felt a deep need to draw out as long as possible.

On impulse, I let one of my fingers slip inward, curling up and drawing a quick little circle around her tight asshole. Her tongue pushed farther into my mouth and her clawing became frantic on my shoulders, her pussy pulsing faster around me. I pushed my finger in, the tight circle of her ass opening just enough to let me in and she broke the kiss, her head falling back, her eyes wide as she came, her cunt clamping down on me, her asshole milking my finger as her pussy went wild around me and pushed me over.

I hammered into her hard, pulling her into me with both hands, pushing my finger up her quivering ass to the second knuckle as my cock filled her completely and I came, jetting my cum against her cervix for the second time in an hour. Her pussy drank me in, taking my load happily, hungrily, quivering around me. I slid shakily to my knees, taking her with me, my cock staying deeply, blessedly inside her.

"You," she gasped, pulling me closer, her arms wrapping more tightly around my neck, "are an amazing fuck." She kissed me deeply, her tongue swirling around mine as my cock slowly began to soften inside her.

"Thanks," I said. "You're a pretty amazing lay yourself." She giggled and kissed me again.

"Good! Now take your finger out of my ass and let's get washed up, you dirty old man."

*********************

About an hour later, we sat around the island in my kitchen, completely naked and making ourselves some sandwiches. We talked while we ate, mostly about our respective course loads and how we normally spent our weekends. Somewhere in there, we came to an unspoken decision that those plans would now include each other.

"So," I said finally, "did you want to do anything else today, or did you just plan on seducing me over and over?" Claire shot me a grin, then tried to look offended and threw a chunk of lunch meat at my head.

"Seducing you, huh? Is that what you're gonna tell the cops, dirty old man?" she teased. "I'm an innocent victim of your older, wiley manipulations."

"Ha! Yeah, that sounds about right," I laughed. "So does that mean that now you're going back to your house to finish your homework?"

"Smartass," Claire said, and stood on her stool, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she leaned over the counter and kissed me.

I reached up one hand and brushed my fingers across her nipple, feeling it tighten on my fingertips. She moaned into my mouth and smiled against my lips.

"You keep doing that, and you're gonna get mayo on my tits," she said.

"I'll clean it off," I offered.

Claire giggled into my mouth and sat back, my eyes checking her for mayo. I grinned as she did the same.

"Too bad," she said, finding it clean. "Cleaning it off actually sounded like fun."

I laughed and scooped a dollop of mayo out of the jar.

"Oh, no! No! We just took a shower! You little-"

I cut her off by flicking my fingers at her, firing drops of mayo in a wide spread that left little white dots from her belly to her neck. She squealed and laughed and picked up the top of her sandwich, having already spread mayo across it. Claire arched her eyebrows and cocked her head, biting her lip before lobbing the slice at my lap.

I caught it quickly and used the counter to yank myself around the island, catching her wrists as she tried to fend me off, laughing and playfully shouting that she needed an adult. I flipped the bread upside down and dropped it into her lap.

"You bastard!" Claire shouted, laughing. "Look what you did! I'm covered now."

I stepped closer so that my face was right next to hers.

"Mmhmm," I intoned.

She gasped as my lips brushed her ear, the moan deepening to a groan as I gently bit the soft skin of her neck. I trailed my lips to the other side, my tongue slipping out and stealing away the small drops of mayo, following the trail of condiment down her body, kissing and biting my way down her body.

"You better clean me really good," she whispered as my lips closed on one of her hard pink nipples and my teeth held it in place for my tongue.

"Mmhmm," I continued. I dragged my lips lightly away from her nipple, gently kissing and biting between her breasts before dragging my tongue over to the other, mirroring my actions. I kissed the underside of her breast, nibbling the soft, hot skin. Claire's hands came up and gripped my head, her fingers sliding over buzzed off hair. I licked her chest, taking away more mayo, gently biting the spot where her ribs ended and her belly began. My hands gripped her ankles, and I began to let them slide slowly up her shins, curling my fingers around to her calves, kissing lower and lower, my tongue circling her navel and trailing down, making sure to clean her of mayo.

I pulled her legs apart, my mouth biting at her hip bones, kissing away the mess I'd made. I licked her thighs as I pushed her legs over my shoulders, kissed the spot where her legs joined her body, gently bit the place where her ass began, dragged my tongue across the smoothly shaved skin next to her pussy, the heat of her humid against my cheek. She flexed as I licked, and I watched her pussy open, her little asshole bobbing once. 

I leaned close, let her feel my breath on her lips, my beard tickling against her thighs. I gently reached out and ran my tongue over her lips, feather-light, feeling and tasting her wetness against the tip, parting the lips. At the top, I made a quick, light circle around her clit before running my tongue back down, all the way down, repeating the circle around her tight, puckered little hole. I moved back up, plunging in, delving deep between her lips, drinking in her wetness on my way to her clit, where I flicked my tongue around it, sucking gently. I flattened my tongue and dragged it across her hard little nub, bringing my hand around and slipping a finger into her tight, soaking pussy.

My fingers sawed in and out of her, making a come-hither motion with each thrust of my hand, feeling her pussy convulse. She came, her pussy pushing juices out into my palm, grasping at my finger, her clit hard under my tongue as I licked faster, driving her harder into her orgasm. Her thighs clenched on my head, squeezing me as she moaned and gripped my scalp.

The pressure on my head disappeared and she grabbed my ears, pulling my face away from her. I rose quickly, following her unspoken directions as she jumped off the stool and turned, climbing back onto it, straddling the leather, settling on her thighs and hanging her ass over the edge. She reached behind her and gripped my cock, the head purple and angry, and pulled me forward.

"Fuck me, Jay. Shove your cock in me and make me cum."

I stepped forward and drove into her, letting her guide my cock as I drilled her wetness. She cried out as I bottomed out in her, her hand going from my cock to my hip as my arms wrapped around her and gripped her breasts, squeezing the firm, soft flesh, her nipples tight against my palms.

"Oh fuck baby my clit is right on the stool! I'm gonna cum already! Fuck me, Jay don't stop!" Claire screamed as she came, her pussy clamping on my cock, her body reddening as her breath caught, the blush covering her back and shoulders, her feet slipping from the stool as her legs twitched and shook. She collapsed forward, her arms catching her head as she fell across the counter, her sandwich abandoned and pushed across the island, the plate clattering onto the floor.

I pulled my cock out of her and pulled her around, lifting her into my arms as she wrapped her smooth, slender legs around me, her hand reaching down to guide my cock back inside, her eyes hungry and glazed, lips parted. I walked to the couch with my cock teasing her opening, gliding back and forth across her wet lips, holding her just out of reach before reaching the couch. I lowered her to her back, following her down and spearing her steaming wetness in one fast motion, burying my cock in her, letting my weight push it deep inside her hot, rippling softness.

Claire cried out and gripped me with her legs, her hands coming to rest on the back of my neck as I held her down and fucked her. I thrust my cock deeply, slowly, using gravity and every muscle in my core to push myself as deep as I could go with every move. I knelt between her thighs, one knee on the couch, the other leg planted on the floor, pushing, lending leverage to the act. Claire's head lolled back and forth as she whispered nonsense, driven mad by the feeling of my cock inside her. She came again and again, her cunt pushing waves of juices out of her, splashing against my balls, drenching the couch. 

I bit down gently on her nipples, kissed her neck, let my hands roam over her body, always searching, always holding her down, holding her in place for my cock. Claire let out a deep groan and her pussy seized, clenching around my cock and not letting go, pulsing and milking, throbbing around me. I felt my own orgasm start, boiling up from deep inside me.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

"Yes, baby! Yes! Cum in my pussy again! Fill me up so deep inside, let me feel you cum in me! I want it, right now!"

Her words, coupled with her still-clenching pussy, ripped an orgasm from me, my cum blasting into her, driving into her tight, hot cunt, exploding into her. She screamed as I came, her orgasm dragging on, tearing through her tight little body.

Claire's legs shook as she came down, her arms limp around my neck, her eyes locked to mine as the redness I'd come to expect from her faded from her face and retreated down her body. I rested my forehead against hers, my breath mingling with hers, our eyes closed as we held on to each other.

"Okay," Claire breathed against my lips. "Now I'm really hungry."

**************

We walked through the outdoor mall that provides the main competition in town for the mall Claire and I worked at, strolling past shops hand-in-hand. We had gotten dressed after we ate, joking with each other as we separated our clothes from the pile we had left on the bedroom floor. Claire had suggested getting out, leaving the apartment so we had something to tell her mom that we had done that wasn't just hanging out at my place.

"Besides," she had said with a wink, "I figure we could use a rest before you fuck me again."

I held Claire's hand as we window shopped, looking at random things that we thought were neat but had no real reason to buy. She was funny, charming, and quick-witted, matching my own ability to crack jokes about some of the things we saw. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized that Claire was a lot more mature than most girls her age.

We talked about college; where I had gone for undergrad, where she wanted to go for hers. She was planning on majoring in economics and running it through the full course of degrees. Claire wanted a PhD, and she was willing to push herself as hard as she needed to in order to get it. 

We bought pretzels and wandered some more, talking as we ate, laughing at each other's attempts to get words out around chunks of pretzel. I don't know how long we walked around the mall. I hadn't looked at a clock once the entire time we had been together that day, and I don't think she had either.

Claire leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and salty, little granulated bits of salt moving back and forth between us. When she pulled back, Claire smiled and squeezed my hand.

"When we get home," she whispered as she raised the last of her pretzel to her lips, "I'm gonna suck your cock." She ran her tongue up the pretzel piece and slipped the end into her mouth.

"Oh, really?" I asked. My cock had begun to stiffen already at the thought of being between her plump, soft lips.

"Mmhmm," she moaned around the pretzel. "I'm in the mood for something else that's hot and salty."

"So, you're saying we should leave like, right now?" I asked. Claire giggled and slapped my arm.

"Dirty old man," she laughed. Her phone chimed in her purse and she fished it out, looking back up at me as she did. "Maybe," she added with a wicked grin.

Claire opened a text and started laughing, showing me the phone. In the foreground, a very attractive brunette girl was taking a selfie, her pert breasts creating a tantalizing shot tanned cleavage. The girls was making a sarcastic, cartoonish kissy face, and in the background stood Claire and I. The picture had been taken just a few moments earlier, as we were kissing.

"I really hope you know that girl, otherwise this is borderline creepy," I joked.

"It's my friend Jenna," Claire replied. "Look at the message that came with."

It read, "Hey bitch! Who's the cute guy ur necking?"

"Jenna!" Claire called out. 

I looked up and spotted the girl from the photo about ten feet ahead of us. She was about Claire's height, so just an inch or two over five feet, and had a similar build. Jenna was slender, toned, tanned. Her hips were a bit narrower than Claire's, her boobs at least a cup size bigger. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, straight against her head, then bursting into loose, wide curls behind her head. Her face was narrow like her hips, and her small mouth was split into a wide, happy smile that made her dark brown eyes shine in the orange afternoon light. 

Jenna's breasts moved wonderfully under her tight tank top, and I had to stop myself from imagining her slim, smooth legs wrapped around my head. Like Claire, Jenna seemed to be a fan of skirts and flip-flops.

"Hey lady," Jenna said as she came up, wrapping her arms around Claire. The two hugged, and I'll admit that watching the two embrace made my brain briefly conjure up a few very interesting images. Jenna's eyes sized me up over Claire's shoulder. She started at my feet and let her eyes wander up, pausing for a moment longer than necessary at my crotch before completing the journey to my face. She smiled as the hug broke.

"I'm Jenna," she said brightly. She extended one small hand.

"I'm Jay," I said, taking her hand and squeezing gently.




Claire Ch. 02



"So you're the guy that Claire was talking about all week," Jenna said with a giggle.

"I hope so," I replied, getting a laugh from both girls.

The three of us walked and talked, Jenna and I getting a feel for each other, Claire and Jenna chatting easily. After a good hour of window shopping and talking, Jenna's phone rang. She answered, had a short conversation, hung up.

"Shit, I gotta go," she said. She hugged Claire, then stepped over to me. "It was nice to meet you, Jay." When she let me go, Jenna smiled and winked at me.

"Nice to meet you, too," I said, smiling back.

"Claire, we are definitely gonna have to talk tomorrow. His face couldn't smell more like your pussy if you were sitting on it right now!" Claire squealed and smacked Jenna on the arm.

"Bitch!" she laughed.

"You love me!" Jenna called over her shoulder as she walked away.

"I know!" Claire yelled back. She turned to me and grabbed my hand again, sliding her fingers into mine and squeezing. "She's my best friend, and she's an asshole." I laughed.

"She seemed nice," I said. "Although I am suddenly wildly curious as to how she knows what your pussy smells like," I finished with a wide, teasing grin.

"Ugh, boys," Claire said, rolling her eyes sarcastically. "All the same. Take me back to your place and maybe I'll tell you," she finished, her tone going from mock-frustration to sultry temptation.

"Deal," I said with a laugh.

****************

We walked back into my apartment and Claire turned, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I grinned and followed willingly, letting her lead me into my living room. When we got to the couch, Claire reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, hooking her fingers into my boxers and pulling both down. My cock began to rise as soon as her fingers went to work on the button and by the time she pulled my pants down it sprang free and bobbed in front of her face. She giggled and stood up, planting both hands on my shoulders. She pushed, knocking me back onto the couch, my pants pooled at my ankles, my cock sticking straight up into the air.

"I've wanted your cock in my mouth for like an hour and a half now," she said.

She didn't waste any time, either. Claire dropped to her knees and wrapped her little hand around me, leaning forward and quickly running her tongue from my balls to the tip of my cock before dropping her mouth around me, plunging my cock into her mouth, scraping her tongue along the bottom as she pushed her head down, shoving my cock into the back of her throat. She stopped just a few inches from my pelvis, the head of my shaft planted in between her tonsils, her tongue gliding back and forth across the bottom of my cock.

Claire groaned around me, her fingers lightly brushing across my balls. She back up a bit and then began to bob her head, fucking my cock with her hot, wet mouth, taking me deep every time before she backed up a bit and wrapped her hand around the part of her shaft that she had backed out of her mouth and jacking me, twisting her hand around my shaft as she pumped it and sucked. Her eyes locked onto mine and she took her hand away, holding my gaze as she slowly pushed herself down, opening her throat, taking in more and more of my cock until it was as deep as before, then pushing harder, gagging around me, her eyes never leaving mine as she forced herself down, burying my entire cock in her throat.

Claire's tongue darted out and tickled my balls as she flexed her throat around my cock. I watched her hand disappear between her thighs and work frantically, her face reddening as she held my cock deep and fingered herself. I could hear how wet she was, her fingers squishing in her pussy as she worked her clit frantically, racing to cum. She moaned hard through her nose, her orgasming exploding, her cunt pushing her wetness out past her fingers, dripping onto the floor.

Her mouth yanked off of my cock and she gulped in air, crying out as her orgasm finished, my cock wet and throbbing against her cheek. Before she stopped shaking, before her orgasm really finished, Claire swallowed my cock again, bobbing her head furiously, her lips tight around my shaft, sucking perfectly. Her wanton need, the unbelievable display she had put on, and her desperate working of my cock pushed me over.

I grunted a warning, flexed my hips. She slammed my cock all the way in, burying her nose in my trimmed pubic hair and swallowed. I groaned and came hard, my sperm jetting into her throat, pouring from my cock. Claire moaned around my pulsing shaft, letting me fill her mouth with thick, creamy cum.

When the last of it spurted out into her mouth, Claire pulled back, keeping her lips sealed tightly to my cock, making sure she lost none of my cum. When my still-hard cock fell from her lips, she kept my cum in, not swallowing, and fished her cell phone out of her purse. She shot me a tight-lipped smile, careful not to lose any of my release, and fiddled with the phone for a second. 

Claire pointed the camera at her face and filmed herself opening her mouth, swishing my cum around, and swallowing it all down. My cock twitched at the sight, and my curiosity peaked.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Claire giggled and sat next to me on the couch, turning her phone a little so I could see that she had used on of those apps that lets you send a pic or a video to someone for a few seconds, then deletes it to film her little show. As I watched, she typed out a caption for it.

"He's still hard... I'll b busy 4 a lil while"

She sent it to Jenna.

"What?" she asked, catching me looking at her quizically. "We talk about everything, and we like to tease each other. She's probably gonna masturbate to the thought of me sucking your cock."

I laughed and took the phone from Claire, setting it on the coffee table. My cock, still covered in her saliva and glistening, throbbed, twitching noticeably. She giggled and reached for my shaft, her small fingers wrapping around it and tugging gently. I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her, pulling her to me and spreading her legs, settling her across my lap, straddling me. She raised herself, her skirt dragging up my cock, teasing my length before popping over the tip.

"I have a surprise for you," she whispered. 

"Oh yeah?" I asked. Claire nodded, crossing her arms in front of her body, grabbing the hem of her shirt and peeling it off, her perfect little breasts revealed in a flash.

"I sort of forgot to put my panties on when we left this morning," Claire said. As she finished the sentence, she dropped onto my cock, my already wet and slick cock speared effortlessly into her drenched pussy. Her blonde hair swing forward into my face, tickling my cheeks as her head dropped forward and she moaned deeply.

"I like this surprise," I gasped as my balls touched her firm little ass cheeks. I took the round, soft globes in my hands and squeezed, pushing her down onto my cock, pulling her hips back and forth, grinding her onto my lap with my shaft buried deep inside her.

"God I love your cock," Claire groaned as she ground on me. Behind her, her cell phone buzzed, and she grinned at me. "Wanna see something hot?" she asked.

"I already am," I responded as she leaned back, gasping as my cock angled inside her and she rolled her hips, enjoying the change for a moment while she grabbed her phone from the coffee table.

"Trust me," she gasped. Claire leaned forward again, giving a little jump, driving my cock into her hard before settling into me, holding her phone up to the side and nuzzling into my cheek as she gently rolled her hips on my cock. She opened the message and hit play.

My cock throbbed inside her as a view of tanned thighs with a pair of bright red panties stretched between them came on the screen. My eyes followed the thighs up a bit, seeing the hem of a very familiar skirt, and a delicate hand buried at the apex of those thighs working furiously in time with the soft moaning and gasping coming from the phone's speaker. There was a caption stretched across the bottom of the video.

"This is totally ur fault"

My cock had grown even harder inside Claire, so engorged that it barely gave at all as she ground on me. Claire groaned as I unconsciously thrust up into her, my cock spearing to her cervix.

"I think you liked that," she teased. Her pussy squeezed me, rippling around my cock. "I did too."

Her cunt was oozing around me, her juices flowing down onto my balls. I grabbed her hips and lifted, dropping to my knees and laying her on my coffee table, feeling her legs wrap around me as she giggled and then gasped loudly as I drove into her hard. My cock was so hard it hurt, aching as it struggled to grow even harder.

"Slow down a second baby," Claire gasped. She handed me her phone. "Pull out and take a shot of you putting it back in me and fucking me. Give me a second to caption it, then fuck me through this table." She grinned at me as my cock twitched inside her.

I pulled my cock out slowly and raised it, resting it across her clit, letting it throb along her belly, the tip just below her belly button. I hit record, focused on my cock for a second before drawing back slowly, letting my cock drag across her clit. The head slipped off her clit and fell right between her lips, the crown parting them beautifully. Claire moaned as I pushed into her slowly, my cock sinking into her inch-by-inch until finally my trimmed pubic hair mashed against her clit. I drew back quickly, yanking my cock back until just the head remained before ramming it back in to the hilt.

"Uhn, God I love your cock!" Claire cried out. I ended the video and handed the phone to her.

Claire trembled as she took the phone and typed rapidly, hitting send quickly and letting the phone slip from her fingers. It fell to the table with a soft clatter and she grabbed my hips, gripping tightly with her small hands.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard," she whispered.

I wrapped my hands around her ass and pulled her into my cock while driving my hips forward, ramming myself hard into her tight cunt. Claire cried out as I pounded into her, my thrusts fast and hard, taking her pussy, sawing in and out. Her cries built, her pussy beginning to pulse around me. I slowed just a fraction, making her wait for it, making her orgasm grow more slowly. As I teased her, her phone began buzzing next to her head. Jenna was calling.

Claire ignored it, her hands clinging to my hips, following the motion of my pounding. I reached up with one hand and answered the call, putting it on speaker and leaving it there beside Claire's head. I pushed into her faster, building her orgasm faster as she gasped and moaned.

"I love you fucking cock, Jay, oh my God," she cried out. "Fuck me baby, make me cum!" 

I grinned down at her and curled my fingers around her ass cheeks, pulling her harder onto my cock. My longest finger slipped down to her little puckered asshole, curling in and pressing until it was buried to the second knuckle. Claire screamed, long and loud, the sound of incredible pent up release.

"Oh fuck yes, baby make me cum all over your cock. Fuck my ass with your finger you dirty old man! Fuck! Cum with me, Jay, cum in my pussy so hard!"

I pounded into her and wriggled my finger in her tight ass, my cock throbbing inside her, my balls tightening, my orgasm boiling up from deep inside me. As I neared my release, I heard loud moans and the sound of frantically fingered wetness coming through the phone. The noise of Jenna masturbating sent me flying into orgasm. I slammed my cock into Claire, burying myself inside her, pressing my cock against her cervix as my cum burst from me, painting her cunt, flooding her as she came around me, our juices pushed out of her by the power of her throbbing pussy.

"Oh fuck I love it when you cum with me, baby! Your cock feels so good filling up my pussy," Claire panted.

Through the phone, Jenna's orgasm hit and she called out, "Uhn, uhn, uhn, fuck!"

Claire's eyes widened and she grinned at me.

"You answered the call?" she asked. I nodded. "Dirty old man," she laughed, squeezing me with her pussy.

"Holy fuck you guys," Jenna gasped. "That was fucking amazing."

Claire giggled and I flexed, my spent cock expanding a little inside her, turning her giggle into a gasp.

We both grinned at each other as Jenna's next words came chirping through the speaker.

"Can I watch?"



Claire Ch. 03



After our night of wild sex, I curled up behind Claire, my limp prick nesting between her warm ass cheeks, my hand cupping her breast. Exhausted from our efforts we fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of what we had done. The slow sensual seduction ending in multiple orgasms for her, followed by the animalistic, hard, fast, near-rape that sent us both over the edge, resulting in emotional and physical exhaustion. 

Then there was one of those rare, vivid dreams that leave you wondering: did it happen? Or not? I felt a stirring in my loins. Caressing with fingers and lips. Warmth and wetness along the entire length of my re-animated penis. I even heard moans as my manhood was engulfed, released, engulfed again, and again. Until, in a state of semi-consciousness, I came. Or at least I thought I had.

When I fully awoke, I was alone in Claire's bed. No stained sheets. No dried sperm on my leg. No evidence that my dream was anything but. I got out of bed, only to find that the clothes I wore last night had disappeared. I did find a cotton robe to cover my nakedness and a note from Claire.

'Dear Michael' it read, 'M y mother is ill and I need to see her. I will be back tomorrow to explain. Please stay, if you can. Rissa will keep you company. This will give you a chance to get to know your daughter. Love, Claire.'

So I wandered toward the kitchen, where I saw Claire's daughter at the sink. Her auburn hair hanging down her back, barely touching the top of her green see-through baby doll top. My cock began to stir, as my mind contemplated what the front view would look like.

Almost as if she were reading my mind, she turned, giving me a full view of her late teen charms. Her breasts were fully visible behind the filmy material. Small, barely perceptible mounds topped by puffy areola's and crowned by thumb sized nipples. That, and the obviously waxed pussy that peeked out from behind her green crocheted panties, made her look much younger than her eighteen years.

Interrupting my silent gazing, she said, "You like what you see, daddy?"

She stepped forward, reaching into my robe, grasping my now fully erect cock. "No need to answer, daddy. I can see that you do."

Finally able to speak, I stuttered, "But...but,..Clarissa. You're....you're my daughter! What would your mother think?"

Stepping further forward and ignoring my question, but stroking my cock, she looked me in the eye and asked, "Did you have a pleasant dream last night?" Seeing the slight smile on her face, I stuttered, " You mean, you....It wasn't a dream?"

Again, she didn't answer, just kissed me on the lips, worming her tongue into my mouth. After definitely tasting the slightly bitter but very salty flavor of sperm on her tongue, I pulled back in surprise. "This is so wrong! On so many levels! What would your mother say?"

"Words of encouragement. To both of us! Your head may not be into this yet, but your cock sure is" she said rubbing the head of my fully erect member against the crochet fabric barely covering her pussy. Then she dropped to her knees, smearing the pre-cum leaking from my slit, all over her lips. Still slowly jacking my cock, she engulfed my left testicle in her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue washed the fragile orb.

My resolve was weakening, but I was determined to resist, still. I tried to pull away and she let my nut slip from her lips, but kept a tight hold on my shaft. Standing up, she quickly removed the baby doll top, tempting me with her rock hard nipples. "Let me tell you about some family history." she said as she played with her right nipple. "Grampa took both mom's and aunt Marie's cherries. Mom relieved you of your virginity. And in order to keep the family tradition alive, well, you need to fuck me!"

Dumbfounded by this incredible revelation, I stood there staring at her chest, watching her run her fingers over her nipples, stopping every now and then to pull and tweak them. Still mesmerized, I watched her right hand slip down into the crocheted pouch of her panties, her finger sliding inside her visibly moist pussy lips. Her finger emerged from her slit, slick with her own juices and she gently massaged her engorged clit, then sunk her finger back into her wetness. Her eyes half closed as she silently put on her erotic show for me, the only noises, our breathing and her finger squishing in and out of her freshening cunt.

Seemingly on the verge of an orgasm, she pulled her soaked finger out of her panties and put it up to my nose. "Want some of this, daddy?" she asked , as she touched under my nose, leaving a trace of her musky scent. I nodded. "Would you like to taste your baby girl, daddy?" She added touching my lips with her wet finger.

Inhaling her scent, I nodded again, opening my lips. Pushing her finger into my mouth, I clamped my lips around it and swirled my tongue around the invading digit. "Do you like the taste of my cunt, daddy?"

Still sucking the warm, sweet-salty nectar from her finger, I nodded again. She pulled her finger out and plunged it deep into her glistening womanhood, then stepped closer, offering me one of her puffy nipples. "Kiss my little-girl titties, daddy. Please?" she asked, rubbing the hardened pebble against my lips. Again, I opened my mouth to accept her offering, no longer able to resist. 

I knew, at this point, that it was only a matter of time before my cock would be filling the cunt of my own daughter. Social mores be damned! I wanted to fuck her! I needed to fuck her! My cock had beaten my brain. I couldn't wait! I could feel her moan as she thrust her small chest out, letting me capture her areola between my lips and reveling in the teasing flicks of my tongue on her nipple

Again, her hand delved into her panties, and her fingers into her womanhood. Again she pulled her musk soaked finger from her slit. Only this time, instead of offering them to me to taste, she smeared the slick liquid all over the crown of my cock, mixing it with the generous amount of pre-cum that had formed at my piss slit. Whispering sweetly between moans, she asked, "Do you want to fuck me right here on the kitchen table? Or would you rather do it in the bedroom? Or both!"

My answer was to reach under her, cupping her pert little ass cheeks, pick her up and place her on the edge of the table. "Your bedroom, Rissa! Right now!" I said, grabbing her by the ass and carrying her to her room. Standing in front of her mirror, I stepped behind her, cupping her small breasts with my hands and nibbling on her ear. My left hand slid down over her belly, slipping inside the crocheted undies , and pushing two fingers deep in her swollen, hairless cunt. "You like to watch, don't you daddy?" she teased, humping back on my fingers. Tugging on her nipple and massaging her g-spot, I smiled as I watched our reflection in the mirror. My cock was nestled between the globes of her ass, my fingers ravaging her cunt and breasts. 

"Oh daddy! I can't wait to feel your..." I interrupted her by pushing forward, sinking my rock hard penis effortlessly into her lust swollen cunt. I withdrew, revealing my honey coated prick and pushed forward again. Leaving my right hand holding tight to the globe of her ass, I moved the left to her breast , massaging the plum sized protrusion on her chest. I also leaned over and sucked the other into my mouth, repeating what I had done just minutes earlier.

"Oh Fuck! That feels good! Fuck your baby girl, daddy. Fuck her good!" she said holding my head to her chest as she rocked her hips back and forth, meeting my thrusts. I glanced up to see her eyes closed and a Mona Lisa smile on her face.

With all the teasing and foreplay that had gone on, I knew I wouldn't last, so I let my hand slip from her breast to her clit and began tracing circles around the prominent nib. The hand clutching her ass moved enough to keep her in place but poised a finger on the muscular ring of her asshole. She squirmed a bit, but cooed her approval as my middle finger wormed its way inside her while my thrusts gained momentum and speed.

"Does my cunt feel good around your cock, daddy?" she panted as she pushed her hips up to meet me, then dropped down on my invading finger. "You want to cum in my little girl cunt? Does it turn you on to be fucking your daughter?"

With my mouth full of her breast, I could only moan my approval. Still strumming her clit and sucking on her chest, I could sense that she was getting closer to an orgasm. So was I. It was only a matter of who came first. Her breath was becoming ragged, her moans, louder, longer, her pussy clenching my cock as I pounded into her. 

With a series of low animal grunts, I felt my cock expand shooting ropes of sperm deep into her tight cunt, filling her birth canal with my warm cream My grip on her ass faded as all my energy was directed toward filling her with my seed. 

I felt my cock begin to shrivel, but her legs locked around my waist kept me inside. Looking up at me she said, "It felt so good, daddy. Having you fill my tight little cunt with all your cum. Could you do something for your baby girl?"

"Anything, sweety!" I said, lifting my face from her breast.

"Eat my cunt, daddy! Like you did you did to mom last night . It was so hot watching you do that."

As she unlocked her ankles I kissed her other breast, swirling my tongue all around her prominent nipple. Then I dragged my tongue down over her stomach, tongue fucking her belly button for a minute, before heading south to her, now leaking, pussy lips.

"Yes daddy, I watched you fuck mom last night. It made me so horny, that I had to Jill off again while you two fucked in the shower."

The closer I got, the stronger the aroma of her sex, enhanced by the bleachy smell of sperm. I extended my tongue as I reached her clit, lapping around the swollen nub before giving it a long, slow doggy kiss. She squirmed and cooed as her hands guided my head, holding it in place. For several minutes my tongue delved into the cummy creases of her cunt, tasting her musk, slurping up gobs of sperm. She came twice, literally washed my face with her pussy, smearing the juices of our unholy union from my nose to my chin. 

"Kiss me, daddy. I want to taste our fuck" she throatily whispered, gently pulling my head up and out of the smoothness of her sex. I willingly obliged, shoving my cum coated tongue well into her mouth, letting her suck the dregs of our lovemaking from it. "I need more!" she added, rolling me onto my back and licking the leftovers from my balls and re-animating cock.

After ministering to her need to taste more of me she got onto the bed, her ass raised, the vertical smile of her cunt inviting me in, she murmured "I think he's ready for more, daddy. Will you fuck me like a bitch in heat?"

"Whatever my baby girl wants!" I said as I stepped behind her, pressing myself inside, lubricating my length with cunt honey and cum. An evil thought entered my head. I wrapped my arms around her young, thin body, my left hand cupping the pointed mound of her breast, my right palm massaging her swollen clit. I pulled my cock from her cunt and pressed the shiny bulbous head against the brown ring of her asshole. 

"Daddy? What are you doing?" she said innocently, her voice muffled by her pillow.

I didn't answer. I just pressed forward until my helmet popped inside. Sliding gently, but firmly, forward, my manhood entered her pert little ass until my nut sac kissed her pussy lips. 

"Ooooh, Daddy! You naughty, naughty man! Fucking your Babygirl in the ass!" she cooed, pushing back against me as I withdrew, leaving only the head of my cock lodged in her rear passage. "Are you going to cum in my ass , Daddy?" she added, looking over her shoulder and smiling.

"Is that what you want, Rissa?" I replied, slowly stretching her tight brown ring, while my fingers played with her clit. "You want your nasty Daddy to cum in your ass?"

Moving a little quicker, my hips establishing a rhythm, two fingers sinking into her wet cunt, rubbing her g-spot. My other hand kneading her puffy nipple, my teeth grazing her shoulder.

"Yes, Daddy! Cum in your little girls ass! Stretch my asshole! Finger my cunt! Make me your cum whore!" 

I could feel her flexing her muscles, gripping and releasing my cock as I plunged in and out of her ass and cunt "Cum for your Daddy, baby girl!" I growled, as I nibbled on her ear, my free hand mauling her tiny tits. I pushed a third finger into her twat, still scratching at her g-spot, making crude music with my fingers and her weeping cunt.

Her hips jerked, forcing herself onto my cock, then onto my fingers. Alternating between moans of pleasure and demands for release, she kept gyrating on the bed. "Feels so good! Fill my ass with cum, Daddy! Don't stop! Make me cum!"

Finally losing control, I bit into her shoulder, grunted, and poured my seed deep into her well stretched asshole, straining to give her every ounce of sperm I had left. Breathless, I pulled out and collapsed on my back on the bed.

Making a face, she hovered over me. "Daddy, I need to cum, still. Can you make me cum, daddy? Can you? Please?" Then she smiled and, spreading her lips open like petals of a flower, lowered her cunt to my face. The bridge of my nose rubbed against her still moistened clit as my tongue delved into the musky folds of her womanhood. " Ahhh, yes Daddy, taste my cunt! Eat your little girls cunt!" she moaned, grinding the soft warm tissue of her sex against my face. My lungs filled with the natural perfume of her pussy as I tongue fucked my daughter, drinking the warm, scented juices that flowed from her young fuckhole.

For several minutes she ground her pussy into my face, smearing her honey from my nose to my chin, all the while telling me how good a cunt muncher I was. "You like my cunt, don't you daddy?" she teased, as she rolled her hips, allowing my nose to sink into the softness of her aroused sex. She noticed then, that my cock was coming back to life. Wrapping her hand around it, she added, "I think you do like your baby girls cunt, daddy"

Pushing her off me and rolling her onto her back, I replied, "Yes baby, daddy loves your cunt, but his cock is too sore, I'll just have to get you off with my fingers and tongue."

"OK daddy. Make me cum with your fingers and tongue" she said, splaying her legs wide, spreading her moist pussy lips, letting me see the wet, pink folds inside.

Covering her hairless mons with my hand, I leaned over and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, grazing the tender nub with my teeth. She grabbed my head and held it to her breast as she pushed her hips up against the palm of my hand. I could feel as well as hear her moan as my fingers curled inside her wetness as I silently nursed.

Slowly massaging her inner core, grazing her g-spot with the pads of my two fingers, increasing her arousal, I alternated between kissing and sucking her young breasts. I insinuated a third finger, slightly stretching her opening and eliciting another moan. "Mmmm! Daddy, that feels sooo good!" she crooned as her hips rose to meet my gentle thrusts. I could feel the increased pressure on the back of my head as she tried to hold me in place, firmly attached to her engorged nipple.

Pulling my three fingers from her oozing pussy, I offered them to her to lick. She quickly sucked them clean. I slid my hand down her body, over her breast, across her belly, drawn to her like a magnet, I re-entered. Only this time with four fingers tented together. "Oh fuck, daddy! It feels so big!" she said as my thumb rubbed circles around the hood of her clit. Still nursing hungrily on her breast, I tucked my thumb inside my fingers, pushing slowly inward, stretching the elastic flesh of her cunt. 

"Oh my fucking God, daddy!" she moaned as my knuckles disappeared inside her. "So big! So tight! So full!" 

I could feel the muscles of her birth canal clasping my hand as I slowly fucked her with my fist. I detached my lips from her turgid nipple and kissed my way down to her clit, sucking the hood into my mouth and flicking the sensitive nub with my tongue. Both of her hands held my head in place as her hips moved in time with my slow strokes and clit kisses.

"Daddy! I'm gonna cum, daddy! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Daddeeee!" she wailed as I churned the honey inside her with my fist and assaulted her clit with my lips, teeth, and tongue.

She came. Her cunt muscles rippling along my wrist and fist, pushing my hand from inside. Her juices flowing freely, soaking the bed sheets and my face. Pushing me away, she rolled onto her side, clutching her pussy with both hands as she curled into the fetal position. "Ohhh! Fuck! Too Much! Oh God! I'm still cumming!" she babbled, panting with exertion.

As her orgasm waned, she relaxed, uncurling, stretching. "That was incredible!" she said, smiling as she invited me to curl up with her.

"I'll say it was!" came a voice from the doorway.

There must have been a look of total panic on my face as I turned toward the bedroom door. "Relax, darling!" Claire said, a smile crossing her face. "Didn't I tell you to get to know your daughter better? Now scoot over and make room for me!"



Claire Ch. 03



Sorry for the delay on this chapter. As always, I hope you enjoy!

*****

A few hours after we performed on the phone for Jenna, I took Claire home. We had watched a movie, cuddling contentedly on the couch, talking idly about the plot, the plot holes, and whatever else popped into our heads. Claire had a family thing the next day, Sunday, so I didn't see her again until Monday evening, when we were both scheduled to work.

I was in the back, digging through a fresh shipment of boxes, looking for KISS bobbleheads and swearing quietly as I knocked over a box full of funny but crappily-made tshirts when one small hand covered my eyes and another pinched my ass.

"Guess who!" I heard in Claire's soft, sweet voice.

"I deeply, desperately hope it's not Pam," I answered. My answer earned me a giggle and a swat across my butt. Pam was our manager, and she was at least sixty years old and a hundred pounds overweight.

I turned and drank in the sight of Claire in her work polo and a pair of tight jeans, her hands on her hips, her long blonde hair hanging straight and framing her smiling face. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of those hugging jeans and pulled her toward me, getting a squeal and a laugh as our lips met and our tongues glided across each other.

"If Pam catches us, we're both fired," Claire whispered against my lips.

"Nah," I said, feeling her smile on my mouth. "If Pam catches us, you're fired. She totally wants me."

That got me another smack, this time on my shoulder. I pulled her lips back to mine, and felt her smacking hand grip my shoulder tightly, her fingers clawing gently as she moaned into my mouth. My hand slipped down her back, edging under the waistband of her jeans and gripping her bare ass, squeezing the soft, warm flesh.

"Jesus you make me horny," she gasped. "Every time I see you I want to rip your clothes off."

"So you're telling me that our work productivity is about to take a nosedive?" I asked.

"Probably," Claire replied with a giggle.

Our shift went surprisingly quickly, our newfound ability to actually talk to one another helping it not drag by. Even the few little rushes of customers went more smoothly than usual after we discovered that communication really does come in handy. We laughed and joked with each other in between flirty comments and just-shy-of-inappropriate lingering touches. As the shift came to a close, Claire found me stocking novelty coffee mugs and, with a quick glance over her shoulder to check for an encroaching Pam, slipped her arms around my waist from behind.

"So," she began conversationally, "I take the bus to work after school, so I need a ride home. I was thinking I could walk along the highway with my thumb out, but if you're interested I thought maybe you could take me. And that maybe we could swing by your place real quick before you drop me off." As she finished, Claire's hands dropped lower, sliding down my stomach to give my cock a quick squeeze.

"Well, I had planned to drive up and down the streets looking for young, impressionable hitchhikers anyway, but that idea simplifies the process," I replied, reaching an arm behind me and running my finger heavily up and down the seam that was pressed tightly to her pussy.

"I was hoping you would say something like that," she breathed in my ear. Her arms suddenly disappeared from around me as she moved away, headed back into the back to collect her stuff and clock out. I gave myself a few minutes to catch my breath and finish shoving coffee mugs onto the shelf before adjusting my cock and following.

In the parking lot, I opened her door for her, and Claire smiled at me sweetly, blowing me a quick kiss as she climbed into my car. I jumped in to the driver's side and started the engine, looking down and grinning as she slid across the seat and nestled herself under my arm, pulling my hand around her shoulders. My fingers lazily traced circles around her stiff little nipple as I guided the car out of the parking lot and onto the street, accelerating toward my apartment as quickly as I could without having a cop interrupt our drive.

While I drove, Claire sank lower in the seat, her fingers dropping into my lap and scratching lightly across the length of my denim-covered cock. I let my hand slide down her side, caressing through the soft cotton of her work shirt as I walked my fingers lower, slowly gathering the fabric as I went until my fingertips brushed against smooth, warm skin. My fingers trailed across, following the shape of her hip bone until they bumped into the waist of her jeans, then following that hem across her belly, dipping just underneath until I reached the button. I popped it open, flicking the tab of the zipper upward, and tugging, hearing the buzz as her fly opened and I slipped my hand lower, tracing the gentle swell of her mound.

"Mmm," she moaned as my fingers brushed against her lips, her legs spreading wide, stretching the crotch of her jeans between them, giving my fingers more room to work as I gently ran the tip of my index finger across her clit.

"You didn't wear panties," I observed belatedly.

"I was kinda hoping something like this might happen," she confessed, her breath heavy and quick through her words.

"Oh, really?" I asked. I curled my middle finger inward, slipping effortlessly between her soaked and swollen lips. Claire cried out softly as my finger dove into her, hunching her hips against my hand, driving her clit into my palm as she tried to force my finger more deeply into herself.

"Yes," she whispered. I plunged my finger as far into her dripping pussy as I could reach and curled it toward my palm, scratching my fingertip across her g-spot, trying to pull an orgasm out of her. She reacted immediately, her back arching, pushing her breasts upward, driving her head into my lap, her cheek against my denim-covered cock. Her pussy clung to my finger and pulsed, sucking at my fingertip and convulsing, pushing her wetness into my hand as I turned the last corner into the parking lot of my building and pulled into my space.

"Inside," I said, half question and half order, as I tugged my hand out of her pants and popped open the door.

"Fuck yes," she breathed. Claire did a fast sit-up and tugged her work shirt down, hiding her open jeans rather than doing them back up, and she scooted out the door and under my arm.

She reached across me, snagged my keys, and took off at a run. I followed behind, laughing as I jogged after her, enjoying the sight of her ass as she ran ahead and disappeared into my building.

She was already up the first flight of stairs by the time I got in the door, and a few seconds later I heard the keys go into my door and the door being flung open. When I rounded the corner and reached my doorway, I found a trail of clothes that led across my living room floor to Claire, standing naked and proud on my coffee table, her hand on her cocked hips, hair hanging down to brush just above her nipples, her smoothly shaven pussy blushing and ready. She was just over five feet of lust and sexuality, and she was waiting for me.

I peeled off my shirt and shoved the door closed behind me, kicking my shoes off as I crossed the living room, undoing my belt and shoving my jeans and underwear down. She giggled as my purposeful stride was interrupted by me having to dig my ankles out of my pants and peel off my socks. When I reached her, she grabbed my shoulders and shoved me to the side, pushing me off balance so that I collapsed onto the couch, my cock bobbing up from my lap like a flag in a storm.

Claire stepped from the coffee table to the couch, one foot on either side of my thighs, and wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, using me like a support pole as she bent her knees and squatted down, reaching behind herself to grasp my cock and guide me perfectly into her tight, soaked pussy. As the head slipped into her, she shifted, settling on her knees, before looking me in the eyes and kissing me hard, her lips mashing against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. She bit down playfully on my lip, and then dropped, burying my cock completely inside her with one fast, perfect move. Claire cried out into my mouth, her fingers tightening on the back of my neck, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open wide.

"I've wanted your cock in me all day," she said, her eyes still closed. They opened slowly, focusing on mine, and she smiled, her hips beginning a slow, unhurried series of small circles. "My nipples were so hard when I went to school, and as soon as I saw Jenna my pussy started dripping, thinking about grinding myself down on you, just like this."

With that, she began to fuck in earnest, her hips hunching faster and faster onto my cock, her pussy gripping me tightly as she gasped and moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders and neck, her lips parted, lightly touching my own, my hands running up and down her back, pushing into her hair, lightly tugging, exposing her neck to my mouth and biting down. Her nipples pressed into my chest like two little pebbles, brushing against my chest hair as she moved. I cupped her ass with my hands, squeezing, pulling her onto my cock as I thrust my hips up to match her motion.

Claire's breath quickened, coming in faster and shorter gasps as her pussy began to pulse around me. She threw her head back and called out her orgasm, her body blushing from her pussy to her neck. Her hips became erratic, jerking back and forth on my cock as she flexed her whole body to the task of her cumming.

She fell forward as her orgasm took her, her chest against mine. She kissed me over and over, mumbling nothing into my mouth as her fingers trailed across my arms and shoulders. Her pussy twitched on my cock, and her hips slowly regained control of themselves and she returned to a slow, teasing rhythm.

"Jenna really wants to watch us," she said. Her lips curled into a naughty smile as she ground down onto my cock. "She asked again today after I told her about the shower sex."

"Oh really?" I asked. Claire pushed down hard on my cock and rolled her hips. I groaned and squeezed her ass, my cock throbbing inside her.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "She wants to sit back and watch me suck your cock, finger her tight, tan little pussy while you fuck me. Would you like that, baby? Watching my best friend fuck herself, all stretched out naked and wet while you drive your big cock into my tiny little pussy?"

"Mmhmm," I moaned.

"You want to watch her cum like crazy when you shove your cock in me? Watch her sit on my face while you fuck me hard and finger my ass?"

"Fuck yes," I grunted, and shoved my cock hard into Claire, straining to bury myself as deep as I could go as I came hard, erupting against her cervix as she cried out and came with me, my orgasm triggering her own. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her hips jerking as she pulsed, pulling my cum out of me and deeper into her cunt, her lips open wide, her eyes half open as she stared into my own.

Her mouth closed on mine as her breath came rushing back, blasting through her nose and across my cheek as her tongue plunged into my mouth and explored, searching for my tongue and toying with it. Claire's pussy gave little aftershock twitches around my cock, the last vestiges of her hard orgasm playing out along the length of my shaft as we kissed.

"You like the idea of Jenna watching us, don't you?" she teased.

"Almost as much as you do, I think," I responded, smiling against her lips. She giggled, and I gasped as I felt her laughter on my cock.

Claire pushed up, and slowly pulled my cock from her pussy before standing and walking to her clothes.

"I have to get home," she said. "Mom is expecting me right after work, so I'll already have to tell her that I had to wait for a ride."

"Mmhmm," I groaned, sitting up from the couch and reaching for my own clothes. "What are you doing tomorrow after school?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing, actually. I think we should talk about this whole Jenna thing a little more seriously, and with our clothes on. At least for the first part," she finished saucily, and swatted playfully at my ass.

"Good call," I said with a grin. "Shall I pick you up after school? Cranky's?"

"Yes," she agreed, stepping into my arms and kissing me gently. "Now take me home before my mother calls the police."

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The next afternoon, I pulled up outside the school and sent Claire a text, waiting somewhat awkwardly as hundreds of students poured out of the building and swarmed toward the parking lot. A few moments later, the passenger side door opened, and Claire popped into the passenger seat, her ass barely touching the fake leather before bouncing back into the air as she hopped over next to me and planted her lips to mine.

"God, I get wet just thinking about you," she muttered against my lips. "My panties have been soaked all day."

"I take it you think about me a lot," I mused. I cupped my hand to the back of her head and pulled her close, my tongue swirling into her mouth as she moaned and pressed harder against my chest, her nipples so hard I could feel them through our clothes. As my hand started to slide down her back, the back passenger door opened and Jenna slid into the back seat.

"Wow. I thought we were gonna talk about it first, but if you guys are ready, I'm down. The school parking lot seems like kind of a bold place to do this, but it's a kind of a thrill. Glad I wore a dress!" 

We broke the kiss and looked back to see Jenna grinning broadly at both of us, the hem of her floral dress dangerously high on her slightly parted legs, her nipples poking prominently through the thin material.

"Smartass," Claire giggled. "You would."

Jenna and I both laughed, and I threw the car in gear. I drove us to Cranky's where Claire told Jenna to just let me order, and we waited for our food, making small talk and sipping our drinks. Claire sat next to me, her hand gently rubbing my thigh, and Jenna sat across from us, holding her own in the conversation while managing to flirt with both of us.

Our food came, and we all tucked in, eating quietly for a few minutes, none of us really sure where to start.

"So," Claire said slowly, "Jenna would really like to watch us fuck."

"Jesus!" Jenna exclaimed. "Nothing like getting right to the point." We all laughed.

"I, personally, have no problem with it, and it actually kinda turns me on," Claire said with a giggle. "Jenna and I have some, let's call it experience, in the area, after all." Both girls blushed and giggled, and I felt my cock stiffen.

"I don't have any problem with it either," I said slowly. "I just want to make sure that all the ground rules are laid out ahead of time so nobody gets hurt."

"That sounds like a good idea," Jenna said, taking a bite of shrimp.

"Okay, so ground rules," Claire mused. "Well, as I see it, I know that I love fucking you both. I'm completely comfortable with both of you, and I have no problem with whatever happens, whether it be just Jenna watching the two of us, or Jenna joining the two of us after watching for a bit."

"So what we're figuring out here is whether me joining the two of you means the two of us fooling around while he fucks you, or him fucking both of us?" Jenna asked. Her nipples were hard again, two sharp little points on the tips of her generous breasts.

"No," Claire said. "I'm totally cool with him fucking both of us. I mean, I kinda want to watch him fuck you, too. I think it would be really hot to watch him make you cum all over his amazing cock after he's fucked me silly."

Jenna lips parted and she groaned, shifting minutely in her seat.

"What I think we need to figure out here," Claire continued, "Is how well you two will get along sexually. I think having us in a threeway being the first time you two fuck is a recipe for an awkward threeway, and I don't think anybody wants that."

"You're saying that Jenna and I should hook up before we do this?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think you two should have an actual date, really. I'm not going to get jealous or hurt. I think that my relationship with you, new as it is, is more than strong enough for me to not have to worry about whatever happens between the two of you, and I know that my relationship with Jenna is strong enough for the same. I think that you guys having a whole night with just the two of you will make our get together that much better."

I searched Claire's face for any sign that she was testing me, and seeing none, I nodded.

"That makes a lot of sense, actually," I said. I shifted my attention to Jenna, who had come down from her glazed state a bit. "Jenna? Would you like to go out tomorrow evening? Grab dinner, maybe watch a movie at my place?"

"I can't believe you're actively encouraging me to go on a date with your boyfriend. Not only that, but you're actually hoping it goes well, and that we wind up fucking. Also yes, Jay, that sounds lovely!"

We all laughed, and Claire squeezed my thigh. I leaned over and kissed her, tasting soda and shrimp and her lip gloss.

"You're absolutely sure about this?" I asked, whispering in her ear.

"Completely. I trust you both, and I'm not worried. Besides, you'll both have a great time, even if something goes wrong and you don't wind up fucking," she whispered back.

I smiled and kissed her again, wondering idly how my life had gotten to this point is such a short time, but also not questioning it too hard. Sometimes, I had learned, it was better to just go with it.

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I dropped both girls off at Claire's house after we finished our food, then went home to get some homework done. In the back of my mind I kept marveling at Claire's absolute confidence in our new relationship, while resolving myself not to do anything to betray that confidence. She had given me carte blanc to do whatever I wanted, really, so my task wouldn't be all that hard.

The next day, I had only one class. It went quickly, and I spent the rest of the time between it's end and my date with Jenna getting a few things done around my apartment, doing some laundry, and generally making sure the place was ready to make a decent first impression. I showered and trimmed up my beard, dressing nicely, but not over the top, in a pair of light dress slacks and a blue button-up, leaving the top three buttons undone and rolling my sleeves up to just shy of the elbow.

I arrived at Jenna's house promptly at seven, and she met me at the door. 

Where I had gone for casually formal, Jenna had dressed to impress. Her ample breasts were displayed prominently a skin-tight black dress that stopped well above her knees, the front a sort of hanging, gathered cloth that gave her neckline the illusion of modesty while it plunged all the way past her navel. Her feet were held in a pair of black, strappy high-heeled sandals, and her hair was pulled back into a curly, bouncing ponytail coupled with just the perfect amount of makeup. The overall effect lent her a sort of sexy elfin look that was an immediate turn-on. She was a knockout.

"You look amazing," I said, my eyes taking in every inch. Jenna turned side-to-side, cocking one leg slightly, showing off for me.

"Thanks," she said with a naughty smile. "You look pretty good yourself."

I offered Jenna my arm, and she looped hers through it, resting her hand lightly on my bicep as I escorted her to my car. I opened the door for her and she sat, prim and proper for a half second before winking at me and slowly turning, stepping her smooth legs one at a time into the car, giving me an all-to-brief glimpse of sweet, tanned, shaven flesh nestled between her thighs.

I took a deep breath and closed the door, exhaling through my nose in one long release as I walked around the car and climbed in. I looked over at Jenna, her gorgeous legs crossed, a mile-long expanse of thigh showing, the front of her dress spilling open slightly, revealing a generous amount of the curve of her breast, and knew that I was in for a hell of an evening, regardless of the final outcome.




Claire Ch. 03



We went to a nice Italian place in town, spending a pleasant hour talking about school, her job, my job, movies. She was as easy to talk to as Claire, and held her own strong, intelligent opinions that were different from her best friend. It was an exquisite evening, for lack of a better word.

While we talked, our hands inched closer across the table until we were toying with each other's fingers, smiling as we spoke. We split a dessert, sharing a piece of chocolate cake, and sat calmly, enjoying each other's presence for a moment as the food settled and we ran our fingers against each other. The restaurant had a quiet string quartet in one corner, and a small, candlelit dance floor. It gave me an idea.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked, curling my fingers and catching her hand lightly in mine.

Jenna's smile was surprised, but bright and honest.

"Absolutely," she said.

I walked her to the dance floor, my hand on the small of her back, and we stepped together. Jenna's arms circled my neck, my arms went around her waist. She pulled me close, pressing her little body against mine, her hips pressed against my groin.

My cock stiffened as she swayed against me, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, her breasts invitingly pushed against my chest. My hands rested just above her ass, my fingers reaching just to where the swell of it began, pushing her lightly into my body. The dance was nothing fancy, there were no spectacular moves, no intricate footwork, but it was incredibly erotic all the same.

"I think we should go watch that movie now," Jenna whispered.

"Good call," I replied.

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After I paid, we drove to my place. This time, Jenna sat beside me on the bench seat, leaning against me. She took my hand and placed it halfway up her thigh, squeezing my fingers into the flesh, then crossing her legs, trapping my hand there as she hugged my arm against her breasts.

At my apartment, I stepped into the kitchen to make us some popcorn, pointing her in the direction of my DVD collection.

"You pick, I'll make popcorn," I said.

I turned to the task of opening the plastic package and reading the instructions, then popped it in the microwave. In the end, I just wound up pushing the popcorn button on the machine. While I rummaged in the cabinet for a large bowl, I heard smooth jazz come from the sound system next to my TV.

When I looked, I saw Jenna standing in the middle of the living room floor, her hips cocked to the side, one hand perched daintily at her waist, a beautiful, cheeky smile on her face.

"I want to dance again," she said.

I crossed over to her and took her in my arms, settling into the same embrace we had shared at the restaurant. This time, however, she pressed against me more obviously, her hips rolling against me, her hands cupping and caressing the back of my neck. Our lips were close enough to feel each other's breath and my cock throbbed, making her gasp and press harder against me. I moved my lips closer, almost brushing them against hers.

"I like dancing with you," I whispered. She nodded, her eyes half closed, then moaned as I pulled her lips to mine and sought out her tongue. 

Jenna writhed against me as we made out, her hands clutching my neck, rubbing my chest, then finally fumbling with the buttons as I cupped her perfect ass and pulled her against me. She stripped my shirt off over my arms, my hands leaving her ass just long enough to free myself of the cuffs before grabbing her again, grinding her body against mine. Her little hands made short work of my pants, shoving them down my legs as my cock bobbed free and she stepped back, waiting patiently for me to kick off my shoes, peel off my socks and reach for her as I stepped out of my pants.

She danced lightly back a step, reaching low and grabbing the hem of her dress, peeling it off over her head, revealing her amazing body in one slow, sexy motion. I stepped closer and pulled her against me, tugging a little squeal out of her as I pulled her into me and lifted, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"Take me to bed," she whispered against my lips.

I did as I was told.

I carried Jenna into my bedroom, our mouths warring, our tongues gliding across each other as her hard nipples brushed across my chest with each step. As I neared the bed, she unwrapped her legs from me and slid down my body, her lips trailing lower and lower as she sank to her knees until finally they closed over the head of my cock. Her eyes bored into mine as she swallowed my length, gliding her lips slowly down the length of my cock until the head bumped the back of her throat. She stared into my eyes as she relaxed her throat and pushed, steadily increasing her pressure until my cock popped deeper, pushing past her tongue. Her eyes were incredible, deep brown pools of lust that never wavered as she inched my cock into her until my balls were pressed against her chin.

Just as slowly, she dragged her mouth off my shaft, her tongue pulling along slowly, teasing the bottom of my shaft. I cupped her face in my hands, watching my cock slowly reappear, her eyes still glued to my own. When my cock finally popped wetly from between her lips, she stood, the head dragging down her chin, across her neck, sliding between her breasts and down her belly. She backed up and sat on the edge of the bed, still looking me in the eye as she bent her leg and undid her sandal, letting it fall to the floor even as she repeated the process on the other side. I watched every movement, smiling as she finished, leaving her bare feet perched on the edge of the bed, her heels pressed against her butt, her sweet little pussy peeking wetly between her ankles.

She wiggled her toes and grinned, scooting back on the bed until she lay in the center, her eyes still holding me captive, her legs spread wide, her finger crooking in invitation.

"Come over here," she murmured. "I've been waiting for this since you picked me up."

I crawled onto the bed, my eyes drinking in every curve of her gorgeous body, moving slowly between her legs to settle on my elbows as I pressed my lips to hers. Her hand snaked between us, agile and small, and wrapped around my cock, still wet with her saliva. She placed my head at her entrance and let go, her hand coming up to my face, cupping my cheek as we kissed. I flexed my hips slowly, pressing gently against her, my thick cock pulsing as her soaked lips parted around it.

My cock sank slowly, effortlessly into her, filling her pussy teasingly. She whimpered into my mouth, her hand sliding to the back of my head, my arms squeezing her shoulders as her legs wrapped around me, her heels pressing into my back. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, our bodies met, and I was completely inside her. I felt her flex her pussy around my cock, moaning into my mouth as the movement stirred something inside her while causing the mounds of her buttocks to tickle my balls.

"Your cock feels amazing," she whispered. Her eyes were half-closed, almost drowsy with the feeling of being filled. She smiled happily, her lips seeking out mine. Our kiss was broken by a gasp as I began to move, sliding my cock out of her no more than an inch before pressing back in, stretching to reach every bit of her hot, slick depth.

I settled into a steady rythm, short, deep thrusts at a leisurely but adamant pace. Her hips rose to meet mine with every thrust, her lips caressing mine, her tongue playing against mine, her hands running over my short cropped hair, up and down my back as she pulled me in with her lithe, strong legs. We worked well together, pushing against each other, building our pace naturally, unhurriedly, until we were fucking in earnest, her breasts bouncing under me, her head bent forward, watching my cock disappear into her with every thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned. "I'm gonna cum, Jay! I'm gonna cum all over your gorgeous fucking cock!"

Her legs tightened around my waist, her fingers digging into my back as her head fell back, her mouth open, and her orgasm tore into her, washing through her in hard, hot waves that shook her entire body. I pounded into her as her pussy clenched and released on my cock, over and over, milking my shaft, desperate to pull me in deeper and deeper.

She whimpered as she came down from it, her lips moving wordlessly as her head lolled back and forth, her legs shaking around my waist, her hands clenching and releasing against the nape of my neck. I slowed, enjoying the feeling of her pussy, quaking and trembling around my cock as I thrust slowly and gently into her. I brushed a few stray hairs away from her face as she slowly focused, smiling at up at me and wriggling her hips against my movement.

"Jesus," she groaned. "You fuck like crazy."

"Thanks," I replied with a grin. " But I'm not done with you yet."

I wrapped my arms under her waist and sat back, pulling her up off the bed as I rose to my knees. She scooted into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, rocking quickly against me, gasping as the motion shoved my cock into her deeply, her clit grinding against my pelvis. My hands glided lower, gripping her ass, pulling her onto my shaft over and over as her eyes held mine and I watched her second orgasm build behind them. Her mouth opened, her brow furrowed as she panted against my lips, beads of sweat standing out on her forehead, glistening in the lamplight. 

Jenna's breath caught, her brow creasing further, her mouth opening wider as her hips froze, her body tensing and holding her trembling pussy still as I rocked my cock into her over and over. She cried out as she came, her orgasm intense and vocal, words pouring from her lips as her cunt exploded around me, gripping me hard, squeezing my shaft harder than ever before.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Don't you dare stop fucking me. Fuck me until I can't take it anymore and then fuck me some more."

I didn't say anything. I just let go of her ass with one hand and hooked my arm under her leg, pulling it up as I fell forward, dropping her heavily on her back without ever losing a beat, driving my cock into her hard and fast. She was pinned beneath me, one knee pulled up nearly to her generous breast, her other leg gripping my waist, urging me into her harder and harder. My cock slammed into her, unrelenting, rough and hungry and hard.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Another orgasm tore into her, her pussy spasming around my cock almost constantly, orgasms piling on top of each other as I rammed my cock in and out, over and over. Her nails dug into my shoulders, clawing at me, her entire body begging me to fuck her.

"Cum inside me," she gasped. "Please, cum inside me. Let me feel you cum in me!"

My cock glided in and out of her, slamming home with each thrust of my hips, her breasts bouncing, nipples dancing under me as I pounded into her and my own orgasm built with each movement. Finally, I shot my hips forward and held myself deep inside her, her lithe little body pinned under me by my arms, my hips, my cock, and I erupted, blasting shot after shot of cum into the deepest reaches of her pulsing cunt.

"Oh, Jay, yes!" she cried out, her pussy pulling every drop from me, draining my cock with every tremor of her own hard orgasm.

I released her leg and collapsed onto my elbows, bending my neck low to capture one of her hard, dark little nipples between my teeth, holding it in place gently to flick my tongue across the tip. She gasped and playfully slapped my ass, her arms nearly limp, her legs dangling over my hips. I raised my head and kissed her deeply, our breath splashing across each other's cheeks.

"This is a damn good date," I managed as our lips parted.

"I was just thinking that," she giggled. Her pussy squeezed my softening cock. "And it's only ten o'clock. Wanna watch a movie and see what else happens?"

"That sounds like an incredibly good idea," I said.