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Daisy

By: TE999



Hello and welcome to my readers. I appreciate the votes, comments and feedback you have given me on my previous stories. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Thanks to my editor Rogue Lurker, she of the infinite patience, and to geekychick_76 for her helpful comments and suggestions.

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Brad parked his SUV before a bright yellow building with the words 'Welcome to The Recycling Center' painted in blue on the wall. "Let's get this over with," he grumbled as he climbed the metal steps and entered the cavernous interior. He stood staring in amazement at the hectic scene before him. Rows of people in brown coveralls stood next to moving conveyor belts filled with trash, deftly plucking cans, bottles, foam cartons and other items from them and dropping them down brightly colored chutes.  

He jumped as a horn blared and a voice shouted, "Watch it, comin' through." A yellow forklift carrying a cube of crushed tin cans passed in front of him, the female driver scowling.

"May I help you, young man?" Brad turned to see a tall woman with a shapely body and long blonde hair with streaks of silver woven through it, smiling at him. Her eyes were bright blue, set in an oval-shaped face. Her aquiline nose, generous lips and delicate chin gave her a friendly, yet dignified look. The wrinkles and laugh lines around her eyes and mouth defined her age, but did not diminish her attractiveness.

 She's beautiful, Brad thought as he replied, "Yes ma'am, I'm looking for Ms. Daisy Carpenter. Is she around?"

"You're looking at her," the woman replied. "And I'll bet you're the young man Judge Barstow said would be stopping by. Let's go to my office and talk."

Brad followed Daisy into a small room built against the building's wall, his eyes watching her ass the entire way. A window overlooking the sorting floor flooded the small room with light. Daisy sat behind a battered metal desk piled high with papers and manuals, motioning Brad to a folding chair.

"Judge Barstow told me you had been in a bit of trouble, Brad," Daisy said with a grin, shuffling the papers on her desk. "Something about a stolen Weiner dog balloon as I recall."

Brad immediately felt comfortable and he began a detailed recounting of how he and his friends had stolen the balloon from a restaurant's roof and put it on the roof of the City Library. By the time he was finished, Daisy was laughing and wiping her eyes on the hem of her tie-dyed blouse.

"That sounds like something I did when I was young," she said, leaning back in her swivel chair. "How did they catch you?"

"Climbing down we set off the burglar alarm," Brad said with a chuckle. "We all ran for it, but my buddy and I ran right into a police car coming to investigate. What we did was stupid, but it was fun."

"And now you are here for one hundred and twenty hours of Community Service," Daisy replied. "Let me see, what shall you do? We are conducting our Blitz for Bottles and Crusade for Cans campaign in conjunction with the Earth Day events next week, so we need to clear some space on the sorting floor. You look like a strong fellow. I think I'll have you carry the crushed aluminum cans to the baling machine."

"Whatever," Brad replied, shrugging his broad shoulders.

***

Three weeks had passed since Brad's assignment had begun. As she watched her young charge, his muscles rippling as he lifted the heavy loads of cans and bottles, Daisy felt attracted to him. He reminded her of the numerous boys she dated in college. With her free-spirited nature, she could never stay true to one boy. There was always another seeking her out, craving her attention, pledging his love-all taking her to new heights of ecstasy as they fucked in their dorm rooms, vans and secluded places on campus.

Before she knew it, she had graduated, been recruited by a major corporation, and was working as a division manager in the corporate world she had once decried. She still enjoyed a healthy and varied sex life. Men appeared and disappeared in the whirlwind of her life. She left a trail of broken hearts behind her when a new, more virile individual struck her fancy. There were the parties, the vacations in exotic locales, the fun and adventure. The years passed quickly and Daisy never stopped enjoying life, never settled down.

Then her employer forced her into early retirement, and she took the position as manager of the recycling center out of boredom and financial desperation. No longer in the social mainstream, she was lonely. Her life had become humdrum and predictable until the fates brought Brad to the center to pay for his foolish prank. Now, she looked forward to going to work, as she knew he would be there. Daisy began considering the young man as her chance to give something back to the world that would live on after she was gone.

Daisy saw in Brad a reflection of herself at that age, strong, ambitious and full of promise. She observed his innate capacity for problem solving and leadership, which she carefully cultivated. In measured increments, Daisy encouraged him to take on more responsibility, to lead and motivate his co-workers. He became her protégé', her assistant and then before she knew it, she began to develop a genuine affection for him, his energetic demeanor making her feel young again.

As the days went by, Brad also began to feel attracted to Daisy. He guessed that she was as old as his grandmother, yet she was so different. Unlike many other women her age, Daisy appeared young and full of life. She had the body of a much younger woman, diligently maintaining it with a regimen of diet and exercise. The silver-haired beauty was so interesting to talk with; her varied interests and life experiences so unlike the girls his own age whose conversations revolved around the latest fashions, music and the club scene. More importantly, she seemed genuinely interested in him and treated him as an equal, interested in his thoughts and ideas, listening intently as he shared his plans for college and his future. 

They began to sit together in Daisy's office or in the break room, laughing and talking, thoroughly enjoying each other's company. As their feelings for each other increased, the little smiles and touches they exchanged made it apparent that they were becoming more than friends. When Brad's responsibilities to the court ended, he continued to work for Daisy at the Center, neither wanting to be apart as their relationship deepened into love. 

***

Brad dashed up the metal stairs, across the sorting floor and into the office; a bouquet of yellow daisies and a gaily-wrapped box held behind his back. "Happy Birthday," he cried, holding out the flowers and gift.

Daisy looked up from her laptop, her face wreathed in a smile. "Oh my, you remembered," she said happily, "This is so nice."

"And I'm taking you out to dinner," Brad said excitedly. "I made reservations at The Country Garden."

Daisy rose from her desk, took the gifts from Brad's hands and leaned forward to kiss him. When their lips met, Brad took her in his arms and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. The box and flowers fell from Daisy's hands as they embraced, their bodies moving together as their desires intensified. Brad's cock stiffened as Daisy rubbed her breasts and pussy against him, moaning softly.

He crushed his mouth on hers and grabbed her ass, kneading it in his hands. Daisy gripped Brad's stiffening cock through his coveralls, stroking the throbbing shaft. He pulled her skirt up, bunching the fabric around her waist, fondling her pussy. Daisy unzipped Brad's fly, her slim fingers encircling his stiff dick as his fingers probed into her. He groaned as she pumped his pre-cum coated cock, pulling it free from the restraining fabric. He pushed her on the desk, spreading her legs and pulling her panties aside.

The harsh buzz of the desk phone startled them and they pulled away from each other. Brad licked his fingers, tasting Daisy's pussy juice as she talked on the phone, his frustration evident until he suddenly remembered the office window and wondered if anyone had seen them. Daisy finished her phone call and smiled at him, her face flushed and her eyes alight. "I want us to fuck so much right now I can taste it," she purred. "Unfortunately a school tour is outside and I have to show them around. You need to get back to work too. What time is dinner tonight?"

"I'll pick you up at seven," Brad replied, picking up the flowers and gift and placing them on the desk. "Do you have time to look at your present?"

"Of course I do," Daisy replied, tearing the wrapping paper and opening the box. She grinned and removed a heart-shaped locket on a thin gold chain as Brad leaned forward and kissed her.

"Wear it for me tonight," he whispered. Then he was out the office door as Daisy stared at the locket for a moment, sighed and placed it in her desk.

***

"Thank you for a wonderful evening Brad," Daisy said happily as they stood at her front door. "Dinner was wonderful and the exhibition at the art museum was a nice surprise." She pulled him close and kissed him, saying, "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"

"I could use some coffee," Brad replied, returning the kiss. When Daisy turned to open the door, he put his arms around her and rubbed his stiff dick against her ass. "With lots of cream," he whispered in her ear, making her laugh as she wiggled against him.

Daisy locked the door behind them, took Brad by the hand and led him to her bedroom. Kissing hungrily, they quickly undressed each other, eager for the touch of warm skin. Daisy sat Brad on the side of the bed and knelt before him. He gasped as she took his cock in her warm mouth, licking the velvety head, hands stroking the pulsing shaft.

"Ahhhh… feels so good…," he moaned as Daisy's lips engulfed his rigid cock, pushing it deep in her mouth, tongue circling the warm flesh. Daisy's head bobbed as she deep throated her lover, his hands tangled in her hair. He could feel cum rising in his balls as he fucked her mouth. He tried to hold off and enjoy the sensations, but her licking and sucking became too much for him.

"Ohhhhh…fuckkk…" he groaned, squirting a rope of thick cum down her throat. Daisy swallowed it eagerly and continued to suck him until he filled her mouth again, finally slipping his softening cock between her lips, licking cum from it.

Brad pushed himself back onto the bed as Daisy crawled in and lay next to him.

She sighed as she felt his hand on her breast, his palm grazing her stiff nipple. He rolled on top of her, settling between her thighs, her ankles locking around his waist. He rubbed his stiffening cock against her soft belly as he sucked gently on her breasts, shivering as her fingernails traced along his back and shoulders. Daisy moaned as Brad sucked one breast, then the other into his warm mouth, his tongue teasing her aching nipples. "Fuck me," she gasped. "I want you in me …ohhhhhh."

Brad lifted his hips and slid his rigid cock into Daisy's juicy pussy, the slick walls gripping him as he buried himself in her. Daisy squealed in pleasure as her lover's cock surged inside of her, slamming her hips against his as they clung together, gasping and moaning in their passion. He gritted his teeth as he felt the tightening in his balls. His cock felt so good in Daisy's pussy, her rippling vaginal muscles stroking him. Daisy humped frantically against her lover, grinding her stiff clit against the base of his cock with every thrust.

Brad rubbed his face in Daisy's silvery-grey hair, sucking and biting on her neck as he pumped into her. She whimpered and clawed at his broad shoulders, impaling herself on his thrusting cock. Finally, Brad knew he was close. "I can't hold on," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in me," Daisy whimpered, "I'm cumming with you…" Bucking and thrashing, they pounded against each other, Brad's thick jets of cum swirling with a flood of Daisy's warm juices as they climaxed together, their cries of ecstasy echoing in the room. Brad lifted himself from Daisy, his softening cock slipping out of her gooey pussy, wanting to make her cum even more. She gasped as he dove between her legs and sucked her juicy pussy, his fingers driving inside the pink folds as he sucked on her stiff clit. Daisy's back arched as her lover brought her to another shuddering orgasm.

Panting and sighing they clung to each other until their sweaty bodies stopped shaking. They kissed tenderly, then embraced and fell asleep; Brad's head pillowed on Daisy's breasts, her fingers tangled in his soft brown hair.

***

Brad and Daisy worked together and were lovers for the rest of the summer, the difference in their ages meaning little as they discovered new ways to bring each other to the height of ecstasy. Lying in bed one night Brad whispered, "I love you. I don't want to leave. I'll skip college for a semester, maybe a year. I'll work for you in the center so we can be together."

Daisy snuggled against her lover, wrapping her legs around his hard body. "I love you too, my darling. I want only the best for you and I want you to continue your education. Don't put it on hold for me. We can see each other between semesters and on holidays."

Brad hugged Daisy and nuzzled her neck, shivering as her hand caressed his stiffening cock. "I hate the thought of us being apart. You mean so much to me.

I'll e-mail you every day and we'll talk on the phone. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to forget me."

"As if that would ever happen," Daisy said laughing. She straddled Brad and brushed his cock head on her pussy lips, sucking on his nipples as he groaned in pleasure. Brad's hands gripped Daisy's tight buttocks and pulled her down, his pulsing shaft driving deep in her juicy pussy. Daisy mewed in pleasure as Brad's cock filled her, their hips grinding as she rode the thick shaft. Brad sucked a stiff nipple in his mouth as Daisy rubbed her throbbing clit in his wiry pubic hair, sharing open-mouthed kisses as they moved in practiced rhythm.

Brad groaned as he pumped a load of hot cum into his lover's soaked pussy. Daisy shuddered and released a flood of sweet juices over her lover's cock, her back arching as her orgasm ripped through her. Brad cried out and squirted into Daisy's pussy once again as she rode his thick shaft to another mind-numbing orgasm. Wrapped in each other's arms, Brad drifted into sleep as Daisy gazed at him lovingly. It was fitting somehow that this virile and handsome man would be the lover she most adored in the autumn of her life. A tear trickled down her cheek at the thought of saying goodbye, but he had his whole life ahead of him and she knew she must let him go. She snuggled against him, his warm breath on her neck as she joined him in slumber.

***

Then the day of Brad's departure came, a day they had both been dreading. Brad parked in front of the Recycling Center and went to Daisy's office. He closed the door behind him and she ran into his arms. Tears coursing down their cheeks, they hugged and kissed. They had made love for hours the evening before, parting reluctantly when Brad left to pack.

"You must leave now, my dear one," Daisy said, her voice sad and breaking. "You have a long drive." Brad nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, unable to speak. They walked slowly to the SUV and Brad slid behind the wheel, unable to release his grip on Daisy's hand.

"I love you," he said in a low voice, "I don't want to leave. I never thought it would be this tough."

Daisy kissed him, pulled her hand from his and closed the door. Reaching through the open window, she caressed his cheek and said, "I love you, too. I'll be here when you return for the holidays. I'll be waiting."

Brad nodded, kissed her hand and started the engine. "I'll call you the minute I get there," he replied. Daisy stood watching as he drove away, not moving until the vehicle disappeared from sight.

***

Returning from class, Brad turned on his laptop and logged in, eager to see if Daisy had sent him a message. They e-mailed and phoned each other once a day. He would tell her of his experiences as a freshman in a major university, she would describe what had happened in the recycling center, sharing stories and gossip. They were already making plans how they would spend the holidays and the fun they would have. Brad smiled as he saw another message from his lover, read it quickly and rushed to answer it; that evening they would talk on the phone.

In November, the emails and calls stopped and Brad thought it odd that he did not hear from her. He thought that perhaps she was busy and would contact him the next day. When he did not hear from her the next day or the next, he began to worry. His calls went to voicemail and his e-mails went unanswered. The interim manager at The Recycling Center said Ms. Carpenter was on a temporary leave of absence, but knew nothing more.

Brad began to wonder if she had found someone else and his jealousy grew. Had a new man come into her life? Had she forgotten him so easily? He thought she really loved him, as he loved her. As the days passed with no word, his anger and resentment increased. When he returned, he would confront her and demand she explain why she had abandoned him. In the meantime, there was a campus full of lovely young women to meet; he would not waste his time mooning over someone who had obviously moved on.

Until now, he had ignored the smiles, the flirting and the party invitations, wanting to stay true to Daisy. Now, since she had forgotten him, he would forget about her. Soon he was partying whenever he could and he thought of Daisy less and less as the weeks passed. When the semester was over, he prepared to leave for home on Holiday break. In spite of the fun he was having, a part of him was still curious to learn what had happened to his silver-haired lover.

While he was packing, a registered letter arrived. As he signed for it, his heart skipped a beat as he read the return address, the Sheltering Arms Hospice. A hospice, why would a hospice be writing to him? Worry tore through him. Hands trembling, he ripped open the envelope and began to read. We regret to inform you that your friend Ms. Daisy Bryant Carpenter passed away while in our care… the words swam before Brad's eyes as they filled with tears.

He had misjudged her. She hadn't forgotten him, she was not unfaithful. He had been out having fun while she was dying. Why had she not told him of her illness? He would have gone to her in an instant. He paced back and forth in his dorm room, unable to erase the image of his sweetheart lying in bed, becoming weaker, needing him. His rage and sorrow boiled over and his dorm mates found him punching the wall with bloody fists, his body wracked with sobs.

***

A light rain was falling as Brad stared at the simple granite slab in the green grass. "Daisy Bryant Carpenter, 1945-2006," he read aloud, "A friend to all and an enemy to none." He smiled at the inscription. He had thought of that when he visited the hospice and they had told him she had asked that he make the final disposition of her remains. He knelt in the wet grass and traced the inscribed letters with his finger, as if trying to draw some of his lover's essence from her grave.

"You never mentioned the cancer," he murmured. "They said you didn't want to worry me and distract me from my studies. You were so brave, acting as if nothing was wrong up to the end. I love you Daisy and I always will. I'll never forget you."

Brad's warm tears mixed with the cool rain on his face as he walked slowly away, shoulders heaving as he completed the final goodbye to his lover and friend. A bouquet of flowers lay on the grass before his beloved's grave marker, their yellow petals blazing in jaunty defiance to the leaden skies. 

Daisy



Part One of the Daisy series.
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Ever have a friend you thought was just simple and nonchalant? The type that goes with the flow yet you find cute... yea, Daisy was quite that friend. We've met some time ago in our college years in a random photography class that none of us wanted to take. Long story short, somehow we became friends down the road, to even better friends to close friends. She eventually went on to move on to a different college for her bachelor's while I stayed to finish up my own.

Luckily, she was just a few train stops away in Brooklyn so we saw each other every other blue moon it seemed, to just lounge and watch flicks. And time passed... birthdays, girlfriends, boyfriends, parties, graduation and a year later we found ourselves both pretty unemployed and living at home with mom and dad. We chatted here and there on some messenger client, passing on silly stories back and forth and other friends' updates we have know through our college days.

So on some lazy summer late night, Daisy happened to be on her screen name and we went through our usual beats. The both of us were telling each other how nothing's been going on, how things have been and ever how such a boring summer so far. At one point, I suggested I should come and visit since I could lose a day in this boring town I call home. She practically jumped for joy... well; I can just imagine she did by her speedy lighting responses of glee. And before I knew it, I was looking up maps to see how to drive over to her part of the woods for our Friday get together.

I'm not going to lie, a part of me was hoping we'd get our usual drank and make out. Then finally I could get her overly turned on and fuck this sweet little woman who's ass I've been day dreaming about since I saw it back in that photo class. The whole drive over, I kept thinking of all the different possibility's on how such a thing can go down. And damn was traffic mean, it gave me way too much time for my imagination to feel and breathe every last detail on every last scenario that came to me. By the time I pulled up to her mother's place, I was fighting to keep my cock from betraying me as it was quite alive and wanting to break free from my jeans.

"There you are..."she said as I got out of my car. I saw Daisy approach me with that friendly smile she's known for. I was juggling my keys and phone as she stood there with her arms waiting to cling to me for a hug.

"Come on, where's those patent Luke hugs?"

As we hugged, I could feel my over active imagination and cock start to flood once again. Thankfully we disconnected and found ourselves heading up her drive way to the front door.

"That last highway is so not easy... if you don't know the area," as I followed her inside and took note of how nice the house actually was.

"Yea... I hardly know it myself...doesn't help that I don't drive either...," she turned and looked me over "You ready to get something to eat?"

I simply nodded my head and kind of laughed as she screamed up to her sister.

"You finished up there!! Luke's finally made his way here..." Daisy looked back to me "She's starving..."

We heard a faint little voice call back about just fixing her hair. We looked at each other and I could see her twist her lips a bit.

"She always makes me wait just a tad extra when I yell to her..." she skipped around and headed up the stairs "come on..." I followed her up and over to her room.

"Damn... very violet..." I said. She bent over to find a pair of shoes and my eyes flew right over to that little tight ass that's been calling for me for the last 5 years. I turned just in time as I saw a door open from the room over.

"I actually didn't have a choice in the room's color... but I like it I suppose."

I wasn't paying much attention as I watch a shorter version of Daisy walked out of a room that had light brown hair with some streaks of strawberry blonde.

"Hey, I'm Daisy sis, Veronica."

"Hi... I'm Luke." Before either of us could share another word, Daisy poked her head out from her closet.

"He already said he was sorry for getting here so late, you don't have to kick him or anything."

Veronica laughed towards her sis as she slipped passed me to join her "Oh please Dais... I was just saying hi."

"I saw...and you gave him the fang glare!" They both laughed at the claim as I looked both of them over. You could defiantly tell they were sisters. While Daisy and Veronica both shared similar faces and short heights, Daisy had the more care free charms outlining her face while her little sis had more of a mature look to her somehow. Their bodies looked to be the same, though I couldn't make such a good claim on Veronica since she wore a mid thigh dress outfit, clearly hiding an ass I couldn't judge yet.

"Hope you like diner food!" She said as Veronica slipped passed me again through the open door and back to her room to get something.

"You said you were hungry, right?"Daisy asked me slipped down her sun glasses and gathered up her purse.

My head simply nodded which in return made Daisy smile up to me and just like that, I found myself in the back seat of Veronica's blue car as the two sis's talked town gossip. Apparently so and so was working here now and that girl with the new lollipop store was looking for other things to sell than lollies. All very fascinating as the car streamed along the quiet street with tree's reaching past clouds it seemed.

"So what is life down...where you from again..." asked Veronica who looked over at me from the driver's chair.

"I'm just south and east of here... about 90 miles. Your town kinda reminds me of home, just yours on a mountain and we have beaches."

"God, remember Dais when we went to the Caribbean... damn I miss those waves."

"I must remember you fucking that surfer guy off by the rocks more than anything. He practically left you a puddle of happy flesh, damn, was mom not happy about that little show," said Daisy as she laughed to herself.

My ears perking up as Veronica started going into detail how she lured the dude away from his friends.

"Then all it took was my lips wrapped around that fat cock head and he stopped carrying about the little beach show" They both were in a fit of giggles as she put her car into a parking spot of the diner. Veronica made a pop of her lip's to really deliver it home. Damn was I fighting with my cock to keep it from tearing from my jeans and down her throat.

They both got out of the car as I tried to buy myself some time by pretending to readjust my laces on one shoe before I made my exit.

"Don't let Veronica fool you, she's not a total slut or anything. She has a boyfriend." Daisy said I watched Veronica as she rolled her eyes and smiled to herself to that little comment. It had me thinking otherwise.

"He must be a good man to you then," I said as we made our way inside the quite diner with its typical silver and yellow lit showcase.

"Yea... no complains. He keeps me entertained I guess you could say."

"No easy task at that..." Daisy joked as her sis smacked her arm. We were seated off into a corner booth with a window looking out to some woods. Nice scenery, but not as nice as looking over the sisters in front of me.

For some reason Daisy looked more made up then I remember in recent outings, and her sis was well prepared to outdo her. Neither pose much when it came to tits, they sure had lovely faces. Although Daisy was trying to show off her what little cleavage she did have with a snug little floral printed top that showed plenty of neck and shoulders. Man, I just wanted to kiss down that neck. I think Veronica noticed my little gawk because next thing I know, a spit ball hits my chest. Two can play at this... and just like that, our table was in total warfare. Hell, Daisy was singing off air raids. Our waitress must have been spinning some tale in her head by the look on her face at her first visit.

"You 'kids' know what you'll be having tonight?"

"Yes, more straws!" Veronica said and again smacks her older sis's arm. Daisy cleared her throat.

"I'll have cheese fries with a side of re-fried beans and chili"

"Veggie pasta, marinara on the side," Veronica ordered.

"Cheese fries with a side of re-fried beans and chili," Daisy ordered.

With that, the waitress in her late 30's set her eyes over me. Facing her, she wasn't all too bad of a sight. She had long black hair, crystal blues and a nice rack from the looks of it. Dressed in some typical pale blue outfit with a long skirt, you could tell she didn't enjoy the uniform. Her bottom lip pouted out a bit in impatience as I thumb back over the menu.

"Can I get chicken fingers with some waffle fries?" I asked.

"Sure thing, doll," She said as she scribbled on her pad and took our menu's away.

"Always have to get the most expensive thing, don't yea, Veron?" Daisy asked teasing. Her little sis just answered back with pouring some salt into Daisy's water. I started laughing.

"Don't forget the black pepper..." I said as I started to shake some into the pouting Daisy glass.

"Good thing I'm ordering a soda later..."

We made small talk as we waited for our food and watched other likely locals wander into the diner from our window seat. Hearing stories of the week from both sisters and finding more about Veronica's main squeeze seemed to really fill in the silent gaps. I got the impression that he was going to be joining us later in the night when we get back to their house to drink. Things seemed to calm down even more as our food arrived and we started to chow down. Veronica ate away happily at her pasta as she texted back and forth. Daisy and I were in a heated debate over which type of fries were better.

It seemed her main argument was the dipping and dunking approach. I watched her closely as she made it a point to dip her cheese fries in her chili and toss them back into her little mouth. She licked her lips like they were yummier then my waffle fries.

"But waffles fries have the upper hand. They get way crispier and far yummier!" Veronica chimed into the conversation. Daisy stuck out her tongue.

"Dais just likes to lick and suck on things, that's all, Lukey," Veronica said as she stole one of my waffle fries and dunked it into her marinara sauce.

"That's you, sis."

Veronica sat more up right and looked upwards appearing as if she was thinking. "...Oh yea... your right," She said with a smiled and stole a fry from her sis.

"I think my sister's fries are crispier actually..." To this information, Daisy popped a handful of my fries and her own into her mouth and chewed away.

"I can't tell the difference," she tried to say with her mouth full.

"My, that was quite the mouthful... I had a suspicion you could take the big ones down your... EEEP!!!" Veronica got out before she was met with a punch from her sis that must have broken a rib. Daisy turned a pink hue in embarrassment.

"Jezzzzzzz..." Veronica said as she rubbed her side.

Daisy's eyes looked past mine for a second and looked back at her plate of half eaten fries. Playing with a lonely fry like she was waiting for something it seemed. My eyes watched her little fry dance and almost jumped as she picked it up and proceed to give it a little suck with her red lips. A shark like grin formed and her eyes caught my own again, putting me in a daze. I started to drool like a fool as I watched her little tongue wrap around it and suck it into her mouth.

Without warning the waitress appeared and asked us how things were going. Daisy kind of embarrassed by her little act. She looked away and blushed. Veronica seemed zoned out on her cell. I looked up and kind of choked a bit on my food. My eyes directly on the long raven haired beauty's tits as they were clearly on display it seemed.

A few buttons gone undone and the tops of her milky skin breasts shinning in the light that touched it. Her lips curled as she stuck her diner pencil to them. My head shook like a little boy who didn't know the answer to the question the teacher was asking the class.

Again, showing a bit of annoyance, the waitress made her face tighten in anger and simply said "Fine." to herself in a low voice. She turned and walked to her next table and her mood seemed to change in an instant. Veronica brought me back from checking out the ass that belonged to our moody food bringer with a swift kick to my knee.

"Someone wants a little dessert, doesn't he..."Veronica said her eyes looked right at me. Before I could even defend my leering, Daisy stepped in clueless as ever.

"Dessert... we have plenty of that back home, you know that, Veron." She said. Veronica and I both kind of giggled to the notion. Daisy looked at us confused.

Feeling full and a bit heated, I got up and bee lined to the bathroom, which took a bit since the signs were misleading. After almost causing some poor little waitress to drop someone's soup and pie, I found my destination and went about my business.

Thinking of all the flirting that's been going down had me ever so confused. Soaping up my hands and looking around for some sort of paper towels, I heard the sounds of heels come by and stop outside the door. Shrugging it off, I dried my hands and stepped out.

"Pardon...," said the low voice of our waitress. We traded our "sorry" as we made our way past each other in the narrow hallway. As our bodies brushed past each other, I saw her eyes follow the length of my jeans which was company to a bit of curious smile from her as well.

My mouth was open, about to say something. I still don't know what that might have been said because I got distracted when I felt her tits being pushed to my chest. My mind raced wondering if she was doing it on purpose or was she just trying to get passed me. I saw her smile grow more. Her voice got even lower, filled with a fire that sang to me.

"Is this my tip? Because I'm only allowed one...," she said as she pressed her thigh to the front my jeans and slowly rubbed against me in a dancer like way. "And it better be a big fucking tip, sir." 

My hands instantly grabbed onto her ass and pulled her into my body, as her thigh grinding got even rougher over my growing cock. She let out a little shriek by my ear and pulled me into a door I hadn't noticed. I felt her hands grab at my hard cock as she pushed the door behind me closed, sealing us in total darkness. 

"My my, maybe you do have a generous tip for me after all, stud." She whispered and then I felt her hand stroke along my length through my jeans. My hands woke up and found their way past her skirt and thighs from behind and were welcomed by a little wetness at her panties. My eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light, yet her big seductive eyes shinned somehow in the semi-darkness.

Making a guessing move, I leaned to her and found my lips at her cheek which she giggled at. Grabbing the back of my head, she corrected me and had my lips firmly on her own in seconds. Lost in her kiss, I didn't even notice when she flicked a light switch on or when she got my pants undone. I broke from her spell when she moaned.

"Now that's a tip I've needed all night long" She said saucily. Her hand was grabbing at my cock and tugging at it "So fucking nice and hard for me." Falling to her knees, my cock brushed along her soft cheek and popped right at her pouty lips "And ever so big, mmm."

Her eyes looked in my own. I felt weak as she opened her mouth and let her tongue circle over my aching fat cock head. She worked my nerves like a surgeon, exposing them delicately with her tongue. She made my knees give. My back hit the back of the wall with a hard thump which made her smile. My cock sprang free of her mouth and the seductive waitress went about letting her saliva drool all over my cock.

Finding some strength, I grabbed my cock and started to smack her ruby lips to her delight. Her hands found my ass and made me rub my wet cock all over her face until it slipped back into her tight lips and down her throat. She started to sing, and I mean sing! My cock jerked and shot some cum into her tummy just at the feeling. A quick laugh from her and she shoved me back, forcing my cock from that little heaven that was her throat.

"I didn't say you could cum yet," was her quick reply which she started to stroke my cock ever so slowly as she studied my face, "I know your young, but try to show some courtesy."

She then looked down past my cock and looked at her cleavage that was on full display. Her eyes flashed back to mine and before I knew it, she had pulled her waitress blouse open and started pulling her cherry black bra down.

"Damn...," I breathed out heavy and low as her hands grabbed her tits and pushed them together. Shifting forward, she brushed her lovely tits at my aching cock as it leaked cum.

"Come on... give my tits the fucking they deserve. I know you've been sneaking looks at them all night, you perv," and with that said she pushed my cock between those big luscious tits of hers and started moving her body in a slow manner, teasing me beyond my threshold. With that soft tight hold she had over my cock, I started to thrust like a man that just got hit by lightning.

"Yea, that's it, you fucking hung stud, fuck my tits." Her tongue flicked across my appearing head and gave it a good bath by spitting down at my cock. She kept smiling and giving these loud shrieking moans which were pushing me beyond my self control. With my hands grabbing her tits now, her hands went to my ass, pushing me more into her tits.

There was no stopping what was about to come, that's for sure, and this smoky-eyed seductress waitress wanted all of it.

"Give me that cum; I want it all over my fucking tits. Fucking give it to me!!!" She kept purring her desires and her nails started to dig into my skin. I was ready to blow.

"Hey, Laney... woah! woah! Woaaah!!!" A female voice exclaimed.

And there to our left, the poor little waitress I almost knocked over earlier. Blushing like Rudolph's nose, her eyes wide with shock and hands over her mouth at the sight of us. God, I needed to cum so bad but before I even had a chance, Laney who had so effortless gotten my cock so hard and aching for release, had me pushed back from her. Her hand was tightly gripping my cock by my balls, keeping me from cumming.

"Hush and come join me, Betty."

"Are you fucking crazy!!!?"She said. I saw her eyes look over my cock, wet and pulsing from Laney's hard work.

They started to yell at each other, plenty of curses and name calling. I started to move my hips, trying to get Laney's hand to move while it held me firmly.

"Get the fuck back to your tables, there's food up and people wanting to check out." Betty's voice was heated, "I can't believe..." But Laney cut her off by grabbing her hand and placing it over my cock head.

"Oh, shut it and just have some fun for once, Betty!" Laney said, tugging with her hand.

Betty's hand fought away for a second but started to squeeze at my plump purple head. She shook her head, making her brunette hair shake a little but came to join her fellow waitress on her knees next to her. Betty made it a point to remove her glasses from her face and put them in a pocket on her flowery apron.

Her big blue eyes looked up at me, an oddly intense look. She had this really wicked classic look of a mean girl which pushed my pulse up a notch. With her mean stare, her tongue pushed up on the sensitive under side of my cock head and went to work. Laney let out her now classic shriek at her coworker and started to suck on my balls.

"Hurry up, loser, I have tips to make and dishes to clear," Betty said and with that, she smacked my ass. A broad smile gradually appeared on my face.

"I'm going to plaster that bitchy face of yours," I said.




Daisy



"Fucking do it already..." Then she sucked my whole cock into her mouth without trouble, running her teeth along my length as she sucked off me. "Or are you such a fucking kid that even two hot sluts don't even do it for you... fucking pathetic."

Laney went and started sucking along my thick length as Betty sucked away at my head like a lollipop.

"Oh please Betty, look at his cock, he's no little boy."

As the two of them started to kiss and suck on at the sides of my cock head. My hands went to one of Laney's tit and my other went to feel up Betty's.

"Sure, he might be hung like an animal, but it's not putting money in my pocket..." She growled while looking at me with those mean eyes while my hand squeezed at her firm left tit.

Laney stole me away from Betty's lips and began sucking on me like crazy. Betty went about and stroked me as she watched Laney suck. They traded off after a bit, but not before Betty spoke her annoyed impatience.

"Give me that cum already, fucker."

My eyes rolled at her attitude and I grabbed her hair and started to fuck her face with no remorse. I tried my best to hold back so I could get my thrill of using her stupid slutty throat. I started to laugh when she started to tear up and choke back at my hard thrusts.

"What's wrong you cum hungry whore? Can't handle me? Or just annoyed you can't talk back your trash with such a mouthful." With that, I pushed my hips to her face and started to rub her forehead to my stomach. Laney let out a little laugh but smacked my arm.

"Now now kids, play nice."

But I kept pushing with my hips until I felt the little brunette bitch whimper violently. I pulled her head back hard by her long hair but kept the tip of my cock between her lips. She paid me back by coughing nothing but spit and droll, coating my cock as she tried to get her breathe back.

"Wow....," Laney said her voice in a low hum, watching Betty finally push my cock from her lips, breathing heavily.

I answered her little wow by smacking her bitchy coworker with my heavy cock on her face until she looked me in the eyes. Tears ran down her now rosy cheeks as she placed her hands on my thighs, holding herself up it seemed.

"Still want that cum?" I asked. To which Betty responded with nodding her head yes. Laney piped up, trying to calm the electricity in the air between me and her coworker.

"Give us that cum... please. We just want taste you so bad... or maybe you should just fuck us instead with that trunk of a cock," she smiled.

"Oh stop it, Laney! I'm not letting this guy fuck me, and I'm not letting him fuck you either for fuck's sake!!!"

"You're telling me you don't want to bounce on that thick piece of meat?"

She asked and then Laney grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke me as she studied Betty's face. Somehow, Betty's face took on a new degree of looking bitchier then before. Laney moved a bit to me and started to suck on my cock head, letting it make that lovely pop noise as it left her wet mouth. My hands found Laney's raven hair and started to thrust my cock to her mouth which she eagerly sucked down her throat. Her hands pulled at her nipples as she moaned around my invading cock which did it for me.

Without warning, Betty grabbed my cock and pulled me from Laney's sweet mouth and went to suck on me. Somehow I started to laugh even though I started cum ever so hard at that instant. It was quite a sight... thick ropes of my cum was shooting all over Betty's face as she made that bitchy face.

Betty groaned annoyingly and her eyes closed just in time as I shot some cum right on her left eye. Her face looked a mess with my cum covering her eye, red lips, forehead and her hair. Laney during all this just placed a hand on my pulsing cock and gave a helping hand, stroking me fast as I unloaded on her friend's face.

"My my my... now that's quite the load."

"Fuck... god that felt amazing...," I somehow managed to groan after it was all done. Betty seemed speechless until Laney leaned over and ran her candy pink tongue over her face, licking up as much cum as she could.

"For crying out loud... "Betty sighed but started licking her lips, cleaning them of my cum. "Your fucking lucky you taste good." She opened her good eye and looked at me with mixed emotions.

"Mmmmmmm, doesn't he. I think I want my own share. What do you say, stud. Think you have any more cum left in those balls for me?" Laney asked.

"Fuck that, Laney. You're going back out to make sure your tables aren't threatening to want to eat for free!"

Betty almost laughed as Laney flicked her tongue over her cum eye. She stood back to her feet and pulled Laney with her.

"I'm serious...,"she mumbled, as she went about fixing Laney's top, making her appear like she hasn't been sucking cock for the last half hour or so.

"But but, I need to have that cock in me!!!"

"Hush... play time is over, "Betty said as she pushed her out the door and closed it on Laney as she lightly started to beg her cummed-up friend. I laughed at the little act and started to pull up my boxers and jeans.

"I'm Luke by the..."

"Shut the hell up, asshole. I don't care what your name is! Now do me a little favor and keep your mouth shut and reach up that high shelf over there and pull out some napkins from that box."

I smirked and turned to where her pointy finger was directing me and fought some napkins out for her.

"Here you go..."

"What did I tell you?" Betty asked sarcastically as she grabbed the napkins from my offering hand and started to clean her face up.

"My makeup is probably ruined now... fucking dick...," she murmured as she cleaned her eye, her makeup a bit runny.

I tried to keep a straight face as I started to zip up till she yelled again.

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Getting dress..."

"Like hell you are. You think you can just fuck my face the way you did, then cum all over me, messing up my makeup and hair and call it a day?"

I stood there shocked and feeling my cock come back to life as this little hot bitch started to get even angrier with me.

"If you don't come over here and fuck me good and hard, and make it really quick, we're going to have a big problem." Betty then grabbed at my shirt and pulling me to her as a hand found its way inside my jeans, grabbing my growing cock.

"I'm so fucking wet, just for you..."

My cock was rock hard by now and I felt her soft thighs from under her skirt as she kept pulling me to her. Her voice sang to my ear lowly between moans.

"So fucking wet, you better fuck my little wet pussy as good as that monster of a cock looks... fucking give me that cock... now..."



Daisy



Daisy was sweeping off the back deck. It was a warm afternoon and as usual, she was nude. With an eight-foot high fence around the backyard, there was no more reason to dress than if she had been inside. Besides, she enjoyed going without clothes and would have been a nudist if she hadn't always been so shy around people.

The leaves from the old oak tree kept sticking in the cracks between the boards so that she had to bend and pull them free. Sweep, sweep, bend, sweep, sweep—it was good exercise, she thought with a smile. Not that she really needed to exercise; she was as slim at forty-five as she had been at sixteen.

She frowned slightly and stopped sweeping. A funny smell tickled her nose. It was that sweet bitter smell like burnt sulfur. She remembered it from a chemistry class many, many years ago. She looked around the yard and, not seeing anything out of place, went back to sweeping.

A few minutes later, she bent over again to pull more leaves out of the cracks; a deep male voice spoke from behind her. 

"You do have one fine looking ass." 

Daisy jumped and spun around. A tall, slender, older man was leaning against the oak tree staring at her, his arms folded across his broad chest. 

"Who . . . who are you?" Daisy asked quickly.

"Just a traveling stranger." 

"What are you doing in my yard? Better yet, how did you get in my yard? The gates are all padlocked on the inside."

The man shrugged before speaking. "I just popped in." 

Daisy looked at him sharply. His reply made no sense. His eyes had been wandering up and down her naked body and it suddenly dawned on Daisy that she was naked. She considered running into the house and calling the police, especially since she lived all alone these days.

"I mean you no harm," the man said. "I miscalculated my jump and landed here by accident."

"Jump? You jumped my fence? That is impossible."

"Yeah, that would be impossible, wouldn't it? I don't fly and I can't walk through solid wood so . . . Let's just leave the rest as my little secret for now, shall we?"

Daisy shook her head more to clear it than to disagree with him. His golden brown eyes had settled on her face for the moment. An odd color for a man with jet-black hair, she thought.

"Where are you from?" 

The man sighed and shook his head. "You keep asking all the hard questions. I would tell you straight out but you wouldn't believe me so I'll just say around and leave it at that."

"A man of mystery," Daisy said more to herself than to him. 

"That is a good way to put it." He stepped away from the tree to walk over to the steps. "I don't mean to be but that is the way of it."

He had a rolling gait but Daisy couldn't decide if it was like the sea legs of a sailor or if one of his legs was shorter than the other. 

"I need to go inside and you need to leave," she said suddenly as he got closer.

"I can't leave for another hour. It takes time to recharge."

Now Daisy was confused again. "Recharge what?"

"Uh, let's just say my batteries or something very much like one."

The man was leaning on the handrail of the steps looking up at her. Even though his eyes were a strange color, they had a softness to them. They were old eyes that had seen a lot but then that didn't match his middle-aged appearance. She felt attracted to him in a strange way. 

"Would you like some coffee? Or maybe iced tea would be better at this time of day," Daisy said softly.

"Thank you, iced tea sounds wonderful. I haven't had any in many years. Friends used to make it for me all the time but they are long gone and dead by now, I'm pretty sure. One lady made it super sweet with a hint of lemon."

Daisy looked at the man and wondered what he meant by the people being long gone and dead. He didn't look old enough to have dead friends, especially long dead friends but then his eyes drew her attention again. She shivered slightly.

"I don't think I have any lemon," she said as she turned toward the kitchen door. 

"Without will be just fine," the man said as she went inside.

*****

Daisy filled two large glasses with ice and was pouring the tea when she wondered why she hadn't screamed and ran in the house when the man appeared next to the tree. She felt far too calm for there to be a stranger in her private backyard. The fact that she was thinking the way she was and still being calm was even stranger.

With a deep breath, she sat the tea pitcher on the counter and picked up the two glasses. For some reason, it did not surprise her when the man opened the door for her. 

"Thank you," she said as she carried the glasses over to the table and sat them down. Turning, she stared at the man. "Are you in my mind?"

He smiled sheepishly and sat down at the table. "Not so much in your mind as damping down your panic from earlier. I don't really want to draw attention to myself and your screaming would have certainly done that."

"What else are you doing that I should know about?"

He shrugged and reached for one of the glasses. "That's about it, although I do like looking at you and you do have a nice mind."

As he took a sip of the tea, Daisy said, "I'm usually very shy around strangers and you are very strange indeed." She paused a moment to pick up her tea glass. "What is so nice about my mind?"

"It is well organized and very calm and peaceful. Or at least it was until you saw me. After that, all bets were off."

Daisy smiled in spite of herself. She had not had any company since her son had left for college in the spring. Being alone for the first time in her life was peaceful in a way, lonely in another. Her mind shied away from her husband and daughter.

The man sipped his tea, his eyes roaming over Daisy's body. Smallish breasts, rounded hips, the hair on her sex trimmed short and neat. Obviously a woman who took care of herself. Her all over even tan spoke of a woman who was naked more often than not while outside.

"A shy lady who likes to be naked outdoors. That's quite a contradiction," he said with a smile.

"The big fence makes me feel safe from prying eyes." Daisy frowned. "Up until now, anyways."

"I apologize again for the intrusion, but I won't apologize for looking at you. You are a good looking woman," the man said. 

"My husband . . . my husband loved to look at me also."

"Past tense," the man said softly. "My condolences."

Daisy shook her head and turned away to stare across the yard as her eyes burned. She had told herself she would not cry anymore. It had been a while since the last time but the feelings welled up as her mind supplied a picture of her late husband, Jim, sitting at that same table looking at her lovingly.

"He was a lucky man, to be so loved," the man said as he stood up.

Daisy still had her back to him as he walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist. She gave a jumping jerk and then whimpered softly as he pressed up against her back and hugged her gently but firmly. It was something Jim would have done.

"Accidents happen," the man whispered in her ear. "They are no one's fault."

Daisy felt her head nod but really did not agree with what he said. She should have been with them that day. Maybe she could have made things different. Daisy gave a jerk as the man went on. 

"The only thing that would be different is your son would have been an orphan."

"How . . . how . . . are you reading my mind?" Daisy got the words out in a breathy whisper.

"Now that I'm touching you, yes, I can," the man whispered softly.

Daisy moaned softly and then whimpered as one of his hands moved slowly up across her ribs and caressed her left breast gently. She should have been shocked. She should have been outraged. But she wasn't. His hand on her breast and the feelings it was generating held her complete attention. 

The man's lips and hot tongue on her neck made her close her eyes and groan softly. As he continued to kiss, nibble, and lick her neck, his other hand came up to cup and squeeze her right breast. Daisy felt like she was floating on a sea of pleasure. His touch on her neck and breasts was driving waves of pleasure down to pool in her sex.

She was trembling by the time the man lowered his hands and stepped back. For a moment she wondered why he had stepped away from her and then she was shocked by her own question. She spun around to see the man once again seated at the table. He smiled at her and sipped his tea.

"My husband was my only lover," Daisy whispered and then blushed deeply as she wondered why she had said that.

"Then you need to get out there and find you another. Love and lovers are what keep the world sane."

"The world is sane?" Daisy asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Not from what I see."

"Yes, things are a little hectic and crazy overall, but on the individual level, it is pretty sane."

Daisy moved closer to the table and picked up her glass of tea and sipped it as she thought over what he had said.

"There is a lot of truth in that, yes. All of the people I know well seem happy at least most of the time."

"Happy and sane are not the same thing. There are happy insane mass murderers. There are happy people in insane asylums all over the world."

Daisy giggled. "But they are not people I know. A few do crazy things sometimes but not anything terrible."

"True," the man said as he stood up. "Doing crazy things doesn't make you crazy. Doing crazy things can keep you sane and happy."

"I don't think I've ever done anything crazy in my life," Daisy said and then sighed. "Not really crazy anyway."

"Maybe you should," the man said as he walked around the table to stand in front of Daisy. 

"Like what?" He confused her. Or was that scared her, she wondered as she looked up at him.

The man looked down at her and smiled broadly. "So many wonderful things do come to mind," he said softly and then sighed. "It's too bad I have to be somewhere else very shortly."

"Will you ever come back?" Daisy asked as her brain flashed pictures of some very crazy things she could do right there on the deck with the man in front of her. She blushed deeply and whimpered.

"I might be able to find the time here and there," he said as he leaned over and kissed her fleetingly on the lips.

Daisy's eyes went wide as she licked her lips and moaned. He smelled and tasted of cinnamon. She felt her sex tighten up inside as she licked her lips again. She shivered as the thoughts of making love to him returned full force.

A moment later she whimpered and whispered, "Anytime, anytime at all."

He smiled and sat the tea glass down. "Time for me to leave."

Daisy watched him go down the steps and then walk over beside the tree. "You need to turn around now." 

She didn't hesitate to follow his request. A moment later she smelled that smell again and turned around. The man was gone. She ran over and looked behind the tree. He wasn't there. With a deep sigh she turned and went back up on the deck. With another sigh, she sat her tea glass down and picked up her broom.

She was smiling as she went back to sweeping and picking the leaves out from between the boards. Now she had something to look forward to. At least until her son came home for the holidays later in the year.

She didn't feel nearly as alone as she had earlier and that was a good thing. She had an angel looking after her now.

Daisy stopped sweeping and spun around, her eyes wide and her mouth open. Slowly her eyes returned to normal and her mouth closed. After another moment, she whispered, "No. I don't believe in that stuff anymore."

There was a loud explosion somewhere off in the distance. Daisy turned that way. "The refinery," she said sharply and hurried inside to see what was on the news, all thoughts of angels forgotten.



Daisy and the Dad



This is an entry for the Summer Lovin Contest. If you like it please vote. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

*

Tony sat on the deck and sipped an ice-cold beer as he watched the girls play volleyball in the backyard. His daughter and her friends were hardly girls anymore. It seemed like just yesterday he was driving them to girl scouts and taking them fishing on the river. Now they were high school graduates soon to be college freshman. How and when had he gotten so old?

He took another sip of beer and sighed. Forty five wasn't old but it was a lot older than eighteen. And he would only get older.

Tony shook his head and got up from his seat to flip the burgers and hot dogs. It was still difficult to accept that at the end of the summer his daughter would be gone. The house would be quiet without her and her friends. What would his life be like then?

Once upon a time his life had revolved around the race track and the car he dreamt of taking to victory but the randomness of life had changed all that. His wife had died and left him with their wonderful daughter Miranda. Racing didn't seem so important after that. In fact it didn't hold a candle to being a father.

It had not always been easy but he would not have traded it for anything in the world. He sighed and drank more of the beer. Did every parent feel like their heart was being ripped in half?

His eyes glanced back to the girls again and he smiled. Miranda wouldn't go off to college until the end of summer. He wouldn't squander that time by moping around the house trying to relive their past.

"Make sure you girl's drink some water," He said. "it's a thousand degrees out here."

Miranda smacked the ball over the net and landed gracefully. "Sure thing dad."

"Somebody cover my spot I have to pee."

Out of the corner of his eye Tony watched his daughter's friend Daisy jog across the backyard toward the deck. A tingle ran down his spine and he turned to see her better. He knew he shouldn't have but he could not help it. Especially not when it was Daisy.

She was tall and gorgeous with a tan athletic frame, sky blue eyes that complimented her charming smile and a pair of full breasts to match her thick rear. It all combined to make her look much older than she really was and it drove him crazy with lust.

He had been worried at first when Miranda had started to hang out with Daisy. The girl had a reputation for sleeping around and partying. There was even a rumor going around the PTA that she had slept with the wood shop teacher Mr. Sánchez. He trusted his daughter's judgement though and over time came to accept the gorgeous eighteen year old.

That didn't stop him from fantasizing about her though. To his shame he thought about the girl more often than he would have liked to admit. Usually it was on those lonely nights when he laid in bed missing his wife or the touch of a woman in general. He would imagine her beside him and stroke his cock until the idea of Daisy brought him to climax.

Daisy reached the deck and jogged up the steps her tits bouncing in her tight blue bikini top. His cock hardened at the sight and he turned back to the grill to distract himself from the fantasies that raced through his head.

"Hey Mr. B," Daisy said. "where's the cooler?"

He pointed with the barbecue tongs and said "over there in the corner."

She walked over to the large white cooler tucked against the deck railing and bent over to open it. He held his breath and glanced at the thick round shape of her ass and fought the urges inside of him. What he wouldn't give to press himself against her and have her body accept him.

There had been a few women since his wife's death but none of them had looked like Daisy. None of them had been a fun energetic young woman who could tire him out in minutes. He sighed and forced his eyes back to the grill.

Daisy stood up and twisted the cap off the water bottle and took a long drink. She turned and looked at the grill and inevitably her eyes swept over Miranda's dad. Tony, she liked the name but he did not seem like much of a Tony to her.

Tony's were usually fun and adventurous. The kind of guys who would drop everything on a moments notice and go in search of a thrill. Miranda's dad was none of those things.

He was handsome enough though with salt and pepper hair and dark green eyes but life had crept into every sun-baked wrinkle and crease on his face and he was far to responsible to be a Tony.

She drank her water as he busied himself with the food and imagined what he had been like when he was young. Either Miranda didn't remember much or it was just to painful but she rarely spoke about her youth. Daisy figured it was a combination of both but she never pushed the subject.

She knew all to well the pain of growing up without a parent. She didn't think Tony was as cruel as her mother had become but there were bound to be hard times, especially in the early years of adjustment. In her experience the weight of single parenthood either hardened people like steel or left them cracked and sagging under the weight.

"Food's almost ready," Tony said. "I hope you girls are hungry."

"I don't know about the other twigs but I'm starving," Daisy said.

"Then grab a plate," Tony said. "I've got a few burgers done."

Daisy grabbed a styro foam plate from the table and a bun then stood beside Tony. He was dressed in a blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of white shorts but it did little to combat the Florida heat. It did however give Daisy a view of the firm muscles that filled his arms.

What did he do for a living again? Miranda had mentioned something when they first met but she couldn't remember for the life of her. She stared a second longer and her left hand crept over to touch his bicep. She stopped herself before he noticed and held the plate out to him.

Tony picked up a hamburger that was finished cooking and dropped it onto the bun on her plate. "Ketchup and mustard are over there on the table," He said.

Barbecue tongs in hand he watched the sway of Daisy's hips as she walked back to the table and thought of how good she would feel wrapped around his body.

"Dad, is food done?"

Tony jerked his head away from Daisy's rear and looked over the railing at his daughter.

"Yeah sweet heart," He said. "come and get it."

The girls dropped the volley ball on the grass and jogged over to the deck. They were all slender and young but none of them held a candle to Daisy. One by one they grabbed a plate and gathered around him like a pack of wolves. He filled their plates careful not to ogle them too much then got a plate of his own.

Once their initial hunger pangs wore off the girls relaxed in the plastic deck chairs and fell into conversation. Tony was quiet through most of it.

He had learned longed ago they did not want an old man's opinion and if he was quiet enough they would start to talk as if he wasn't even there. He had learned more than a few secrets about his daughter's life that way and as a single father he would take any advantage he could to keep her safe from the world and her own hasty choices.

Daisy finished eating and wiped her thin lips clean with a napkin. "May I use the phone?" Daisy said. "I'm suppose to check in with my mother."

Miranda laughed, "You're such a dork."

"This coming from the Queen of Teddy bears," Daisy said.

All the girls laughed and Tony sat quietly until Daisy asked again. "Yeah sure it's right in the kitchen."

Daisy grabbed her plate and carried it towards the house. She looked over her shoulder at Tony and smiled. "Thanks sugar," She said.

Miranda rolled her eyes and groaned. "God she's such a flirt," She said.

"She was just being polite," Tony said. "I'm an old man."

"You're more handsome than you think Mr. Kleegan," Miranda's friend Becky said.

"Gross Becky that's my dad," Miranda said.

"What I'm just being honest," Becky said.

"Well be honest about something else," Miranda said.

"I'm flattered girls," Tony said. "it'll give me new-found confidence when I go play bingo with the rest of the old bitties."

"I love bingo," Becky said.

Miranda kicked the girl under the table and Becky yelped. "Dad do you need help cleaning up?" Miranda said.

"No you guys go finish your game," He said. "I've got this."

The girls pushed their chairs back and Miranda gave him a peck on the cheek then raced off to finish their game. He sat and finished his food while they played and felt bad about checking out Becky's plump ass.

Maybe he wasn't as old as he thought he was. Then again teenage girls were often liberal with their flirtations. They were young and still developing their technique. To them it was just a fun game, like toddlers knocking over blocks. They got off on the reaction they invoked and the power they possessed over men. But it didn't mean anything. Their simple probes were nothing but practice runs for when they met somebody they really wanted.

Tony collected their plates then carried the mustard and ketchup inside. He walked down the hall barefooted and stopped short of the kitchen door.

"No mom I'm not inviting Mr. Kleegan over for dinner," Daisy said. "no it's not because I want him for myself. He's Miranda's dad. Well maybe if you didn't get drunk every morning more men would want to date you. So can I stay the night or not?"

Tony frowned and shook his head. Miranda had told him the girl's home life was rough but he had never understood just how bad it was.

He cleared his throat and stepped into the kitchen making as much noise as possible. Her scowling face melted into her usual happy grin and she waved at him. He raised the ketchup bottle in salute and walked over to the fridge and put the condiments away.

He should have given the girl some privacy but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to be there for her as a pillar of support even if it was a silent one.

Daisy turned away and spoke a little lower but he heard every word. "Please mom let me stay," Daisy said. "No I don't want to go to the bar with you". The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "I dunno mom I'll probably meet a guy when I go to college. Yes mom I know its expensive."

Tony tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to hand over the phone. Confused she did as he asked and waited while he spoke to her mother.

"Hey this is Tony, Miranda's dad," He said. "I'm sorry I know its short notice but my daughter would love it if Daisy could stay the night."

"Oh well I don't know," Daisy's mother said slurring her words. "we usually go to the bar on Fridays."

What kind of mother would take her teenager to the bar? He ignored the woman's drunken ignorance and kept his annoyance in check.

"I know how you feel, I take Miranda fishing every summer and I hate missing out on that," He said. "but the girls were really looking forward to watching movies tonight."

"She can see them any time," She said. "I'm her mother."

"Actually, most of the girls are leaving for college at the end of summer," Tony said. "so they're kind of anxious to hang out while they can."

The woman sighed and he heard a beer can crack open in the background. "Can you put Daisy back on?" She said.

Tony cringed. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He couldn't let Daisy suffer because of her drunk mother's issues.

"Say I've got an idea, how about you and I get a drink sometime," He said. "How's next Friday sound?"

"Well..I.. I guess we could grab a beer," She said.

"Perfect," Tony said. "consider it an apology for ruining your mother daughter time."

"Alright then I'll see you next Friday sugar,"

Tony started to hand the phone back to Daisy but the line went dead. "She hung up," He said.

"I'm sorry Mr. Kleegan," She said. "you didn't have to do that."

"I don't mind," He said. "you shouldn't have to miss out on movie night just because your mother wants to drink. I'm sorry that was rude."

"No you're right," Daisy said. "that was really cool of you Mr. Kleegan."

"I just felt bad," He said. "you know if you ever need to talk or something I'll listen."

Her smile widened and Daisy put a hand on his arm and squeezed it gently. "That's really sweet," She said. "you don't actually have to go to the bar with my mom though."

He laughed and scratched his forehead. "Well if she looks anything like you it won't be complete torture," He said. He stammered and looked away from the teen. "That came out wrong."

Daisy laughed and touched his arm again. "It's okay Mr. Kleegan I don't mind," She said. "a lot of guys look at me."

"It was wrong and I apologize," He said. "you're a young woman and I shouldn't have said anything."

"Oh please it's not like I don't look at you," She said. 

Tony swallowed a lump in his throat and stepped toward the sink. He turned the water on and started to wash his hands. Things were taking an odd turn and while she might have been harmlessly flirting his body was reading way to much into the situation.

Daisy smiled and moved close to him hugging him from behind. He started to speak but the words caught in his throat and her nipples, stiff from the air conditioning, pressed into his back.

"Thank you Mr. Kleegan," She said.

He stood still with the water rushing over his hands and prayed she did not notice the erection that strained against his shorts.

"You're welcome Daisy," He said. "it was nothing."

She left him in the kitchen and Tony leaned against the counter top with his heart pounding and his cock harder than it had been in a long time.

The poor girl. How bad must it have been for her to be so grateful for a simple act of kindness? His wife had been friendly with Daisy's mother but he knew little about the woman other than town gossip and what he had heard on the phone.

If Daisy was anything like her mother he might be in for a night of heated debauchery.

He shook his head and cursed his perverted mind. She was a young woman from a broken home. He couldn't take advantage of her. Even if she wanted him to.

Whatever feelings Daisy invoked in him were natural but he would have to settle for fantasies and the familiar touch of his own hand to appease his lust. Daisy was his daughter's friend. Daisy was off-limits.

He repeated the thought like a mantra but each time the words felt more and more hollow in his head. He repeated it one more time and went back out to the deck.

Soon night fell and the girls gathered around the living room to watch movies. While the previews ran Tony made a few bags of pop corn and dumped them into large brightly colored bowls his wife and Miranda had painted long ago.

His wife had been the one to institute movie night. She had claimed it would make them closer as a family and it had. He realized later it was her way of getting him to come home from the bar but the manipulation never bothered him. Some of his fondest memories were watching movies with her and Miranda and he was happy to share the experience with her friends.

He leaned against the counter and lowered his head. What would his wife think about their daughter now? Had he done a good job of raising her? What if he hadn't prepared her for life?

The nervous ball in his stomach twisted into a knot and he took a few deep breaths. He had faced death three times during his race career and never once had he been scared yet the thought of failing his daughter ruined him inside.

"Hey Mr. Kleegan do you guys have any paper towels?"

Tony composed himself and turned around to see Becky behind him. "Yes over by the microwave," He said.

She pulled off two sheets and smiled at him. "Thanks, I spilled a little soda on the table," She said. "I'm such a klutz."

"It's not a problem," He said.

Tony followed her with the bowls of popcorn and set them on the coffee table. Becky stopped in front of him and bent over to clean up her drink. Tony turned away from the proximity of her ass before his cock could harden again and sat down on the couch.

"What are we watching?" He said.

Miranda grabbed the DVD case off the table and read the title aloud. "Forget Me Not," She said.

"Never heard of it," Tony said.

"It's got Chris Evans and Eva Longoria in it," Miranda said. "sorry dad but you're in for a chick flick."

He stretched his legs out and leaned back in his seat. "I don't mind honey," He said. "your mother made me watch a million of them."

Becky shoveled popcorn into her mouth and said "What was she like?"

He considered the question for a second and smiled at the girl. "She was sweet," He said. "I didn't deserve her that's for sure."

On the sofa to the right of the couch Daisy flashed a smile at him. "It sounds like you loved her a lot," She said.

He met her eyes and his body warmed. She had changed into a pair of grey sweat pants and a white tank top but she was still tempting to his eyes. His cock stirred in his pants and a fresh wave of shame rushed over him. Sometimes he hated his penis.

"I was on my way to Daytona when I met her," He said. "She took one look at my race car and told me she'd never go out with me."

"You had a race car?" Daisy said. "that's awesome."

"Yeah I did a little dirt track racing when I was your age," Tony said.

"He won a few trophies to," Miranda said.

"That's all in the past now," Tony said. "I gave it up to have a family. I don't regret it though. Best decision I ever made."

"Wow that's so sweet," Daisy said. "my dad wasn't so sentimental."

"Well you're a great kid," Tony said. "its his loss."

Daisy exhaled and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "I'm sorry for being a downer," She said. "lets watch the movie."

Miranda grabbed the remote before he could and pressed play. The girl's chatter died and silence engulfed the room as the movie started.

His eyes drifted over to Daisy and he put his hands over the growing bulge in his shorts. She sat quietly on the sofa smiling as if the whole world was a joke but he got the feeling she knew he was watching.

Daisy laid back and stretched her legs across Miranda's lap. Mr. Kleegan's eyes drifted over her body and settled on her full breasts straining against her tank top and she couldn't help but smile.

Was he hard? Did he want to fuck her? It was difficult to focus on the movie when her head was full of filthy thoughts. She imagined what it would be like to sit in his race car and feel the powerful growl of its engine vibrating up through her body.

Her breathing slowed and her body warmed. She slid her tank top up and moved her hand over the tan flesh of her stomach. She wanted him to watch and for his mind to roam to other things. Would he think about her hand sliding down her pants to tease the wet lips of her pussy? Would he imagine what it would feel like to have her hand touch him?

She had been fucking since the summer before ninth grade but the boys at school were mostly clumsy and to eager for it to be fun. Yet every now and again she found someone who could leave her a dripping wet mess of pleasure. And that was what she lived for.

Her wood shop teacher Mr. Sánchez had been the first, then Bobby Growe from the foot ball team, and Arnie Wiseman from the debate club. Could Mr. Kleegan be next?

She swallowed the lust in her throat and tried to clear her head. He was handsome and probably lonely but he was Miranda's dad. They had hung out at his house for over two years and he had never been anything but responsible and kind.

On screen Chris Evans planted a long kiss on Eva Longoria and Daisy bit down on her bottom lip. What kind of kisser was Mr. Kleegan? Most of her lovers kissed her soft at first then filled her mouth with tongue but she preferred the boys who kissed her with force. The boys who gave her no choice but to stand there and feel the force of their lust.




Daisy and the Dad



Could she get Mr. Kleegan to be that way with her? She thought about being caught against a wall and Mr. Kleegan, their lips pressed together and his firm hands on her eager body. Daisy squirmed a little. God how she wanted to touch herself.

The movie came to a close and the girls stretched and yawned ready for bed. "Hey dad do you mind if we go to the mall tomorrow?" Miranda said.

"Help me get blankets and pillows and you can go wherever you want," He said.

"I'll help you Mr. Kleegan," Daisy said.

"Oh no it's okay you're a guest," Tony said.

"Please its the least I can do after you helped out with my mom," Daisy said.

"What did he do?" Miranda said.

"My mom wanted me to take her to the bar," Daisy said. "your dad promised to have a drink with her next Friday so that I could stay the night."

"Wow Mr. Kleegan that's incredible," Becky said. "you're such a good guy."

"Dad you really did that?" Miranda said.

"I know you guys are all going to different schools," He said. "I just wanted you guys to have a good time while you still can."

"I told him he didn't have to do it," Daisy said.

Miranda came over to the couch and hugged him. "You're awesome dad," She said. "we'll get the blankets don't worry about them."

Tony stood up and stretched his arms. "Okay then," He said. "I'm going up to bed."

"Love you goodnight dad," Miranda said.

He gave her a kiss on the head and waved goodnight to the girls then trudged upstairs to his room.

In the darkness of the room he laid under the blankets in his underwear and tried to fall asleep but his cock would have none of it.

It strained against his underwear and demanded to be touched hoping for Daisy's warm hand around its rigid shaft. He sighed and turned on the lamp. There would be no sleeping until he appeased it.

In the dim light he eased his cock out of his underwear and squeezed himself. Slowly he worked his hand up and down the shaft, his eyes closed and his head full of Daisy.

He remembered her that afternoon. Her tan athletic body running and jumping as she played volleyball. Small beads of sweat rolling down her arms and chest as the sun beat down on them. He remembered the hug in the kitchen, the way her nipples had dug into his back and how her tits had bulged up against her tank top during the movie.

He shuddered and stroked faster. What would she feel like laying beside him in the bed her warm body close and eager for him to enter. Was she loud in bed or quiet and naïve. No a girl like Daisy would be loud.

She would moan and writhe and beg for it. She would wrap her legs around him and cry out as his hard cock penetrated the heated folds of her sex. He jerked harder and reached his other hand down to tease his balls.

God how he wanted her. It wasn't right but he wanted to fuck the eighteen year old as hard and as fast as he could. He needed to feel her against him as their bodies slammed together wet with their lust.

His balls tensed and he stretched out his leg ready to slip off the edge and shower his stomach with a load of cum. He smiled and jerked faster picturing Daisy naked and on her knees. In his mind she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue just in time to taste a hot load of sperm as it exploded from his cock.

A knock at the door broke his concentration and he pulled the blanket over his exposed cock.

"Dad, your boss is on the phone."

Tony tensed at the sound of his daughter's voice and glanced at the clock. What could his boss possibly want at this hour?

"I'll be right there," He said.

Tony got up and threw his clothes back on then walked downstairs to the kitchen. Miranda handed him the phone and went back to the living room.

"What do you need Bob?" He said.

His boss cleared his throat on the other line and said "I need a favor."

"What kind of favor," Tony said.

"Remember the Wilson job we did two weeks ago?" Bob said.

"Yeah the flat roof right?" He said.

"That's the one," Bob said. "it seems they have a leak and I was hoping you could go over there and try to patch it."

"I don't know Bob its late," he said. "and my daughter has friends over."

"I'm not asking you to tear the whole roof apart. Just plug the hole so we can fix it on Monday."

He sighed and glanced at the clock above the stove. It was ten o'clock and the Wilson job was an hour away. He wouldn't be back until at least one thirty. The girls would be alright though it made him nervous to leave them alone. Just because they were a good group of kids didn't mean they couldn't get into trouble.

"I don't know Bob that's a steep favor to ask," Tony said.

"Fine no favor," Bob said. "I'll pay you the normal rate plus an extra hundred for the inconvenience. Just get over there will ya."

Tony smiled and said "Alright Bob, let them know I'll be there shortly."

"Thanks Tony you saved my ass."

They hung up and Tony made his way back to the living room. The light was on and the girls were hunkered down under their blankets chatting casually as they tried to fall asleep.

"I have to go patch a leak at a job site," Tony said.

"Alright dad,"

"You know the rules," Tony said. "no drinking, no boys and no calling the neighbors to see if their refrigerator is running."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Dad we did that one time," She said. "and we were thirteen."

"And the neighbors still give me the stink eye," Tony said. "come give me a kiss."

Miranda got up from the sofa and gave him a kiss goodbye and he trudged out to the garage. He loaded his truck with all the things he needed as well as a few things he probably didn't. He had learned long ago that it was better to have something and not need it than to need something and not have it. Especially in the roofing business.

Daisy laid on the floor and listened to the sound of Tony's truck rolling down the driveway. Quiet settled back over the house and her eyes studied the plain white ceiling above her.

"So what does your dad do again?" Daisy said.

"He's on a roofing crew," Miranda said.

She smiled, that explained why he was in such good shape. "That's pretty cool," Daisy said.

"Not really," Miranda said.

"At least your dad has a job," Daisy said. "mine sort of sat around the house for a few years then ran off."

"That's rough," Miranda said. "I guess we both know what its like to live without a parent."

Daisy nodded and said "Except your mom was cool, my dad was just a bum."

"I don't really remember a lot about her," Miranda said.

Becky's snoring interrupted their conversation and the girls broke into laughter. "I love Becky to death but she snores like Mr. Sánchez," Daisy said.

"Oh my god so its true?" Miranda said. "you and Mr. Sánchez had sex?"

"If by sex you mean he bent me over his desk took me from behind then yes," Daisy said. "we had sex."

Miranda's jaw dropped and she laughed. "Oh my God you're terrible," She said.

"I can't help it if I'm hot," Daisy said.

"So what was it like?" Miranda said.

"Sex?"

"No sex with Mr. Sánchez," Miranda said.

Daisy smiled and stretched her limbs as she remembered their heated tryst. "It was better than any of the boys at school," She said. She sighed and chewed on her bottom lip. "he knew just how to fuck me."

Miranda laughed again and blushed. "I wish I could be as bold as you," She said.

"Are you still a virgin?" Daisy said.

"God no," Miranda said. "but I'm not exactly a master of sex like you are."

"I'm good but I don't know if I'm a master," Daisy said. "I'm definitely looking forward to improving my skills at college."

"Do you know where you're going yet?" Miranda said.

Daisy shrugged. "Everything is so expensive," She said. "and it's not like I can get my mom to fill out any financial aid applications."

"Doesn't she want you to go to college?"

"Honestly I think she wants me to stay at home and be her personal slave for life."

"I'm sorry," Miranda said. "you're really smart though you could do anything."

Daisy laughed. "You make me sound like a genius," She said.

"I'm serious," Miranda said. "what do you want to do?"

"I have no idea," She said. "maybe nursing."

"Oh my god that's perfect for you," Miranda said. "you're nice and you always help people."

"I don't know. Sometimes I wish we could stay like this forever," Daisy said. "young and free."

"And living with our parents?" Miranda said.

"I could live without that," Daisy said. "Well I wouldn't mind living with your dad."

"That is so gross," Miranda said.

Daisy laughed. "He isn't my dad," She said. "although I wouldn't mind calling him daddy if he asked me to."

"Oh lord I'm going to throw up," Miranda said. "you are not allowed to bang my dad."

"But he's so handsome and cool," Daisy said. "how can you keep him from me?"

Miranda laughed and shook her head. "I was wrong you aren't bold you're crazy."

"Why?" Daisy said. "your dad isn't allowed to feel good?"

"Not with you," She said. "besides my dad would never sleep with someone so young."

"Sugar look at me," Daisy said. "guys don't ever think about my age when I give them the eye."

"What is the eye?" Miranda said.

"You know. It's that look you give to let them know you're interested," Daisy said. "that come here and kiss me look."

"Is that how you got Mr. Sánchez?" Miranda said.

"And just about every other boy I've fucked," Daisy said.

"Well my dad would never fall for it."

"Oh Please, your dad would fall for it hook, line and sinker."

"Would not," Miranda said.

"I'll bet you a hundred dollars he will."

"No I'm not betting that you can sleep with my dad," Miranda said. "that's all kinds of weird."

Daisy laughed. "Better me than Becky," She said.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed," Daisy said. "she's been flirting with your dad all day."

"Really?" Miranda said. "now there's a thought I didn't want in my head."

"See I'm doing you a favor by seducing your dad."

"Knock it off," Miranda said. "nobody is seducing my dad. Lock your legs and tell me more about your nursing plans."

Daisy smiled to herself and looked up at Miranda. "I'm gonna nurse your father's cock."

"Oh now you're getting it!" Miranda grabbed her pillow and threw it at Daisy.

Daisy retaliated and a moment later they sat in the dark laughing. "I'm going to miss you guys," Daisy said.

"What do you mean?" Miranda said. "we'll still hang out."

"No we won't," She said. "half of us are going out-of-state and the others will have to move to find the jobs they want."

"But we'll keep in touch," Miranda said. "if there is one thing I'm good at its pestering my friends."

"Maybe you're right," Daisy said. "but we'll have jobs and responsibilities. It won't be the same."

"You're a real downer sometimes you know that?"

Daisy laughed and laid back down on the floor. Her mind raced with thoughts of their future both grim and optimistic. She hoped Miranda was right but she suspected that in the end they would leave her behind.

The other girls weren't like her. They applied themselves at school and worried about what college they would get into. Daisy had never been a fan of academia. The idea that she had to sit in a room where people were allowed to order her around bothered her immensely.

She didn't care about school or college. She wanted to be free and have fun. And if she had to get a job she wanted one that allowed her to make her own terms. She didn't know what that job would be or if she was even smart enough to pull it off but she wanted it.

Miranda rolled over on the sofa and pulled her blanket up to her chin. "Goodnight Daisy."

"Night Miranda."

Daisy pulled her legs close to her body and shut her eyes but she was to distracted by her future to sleep. Laying there in the dark she forced herself to stop worrying and drowned out her anxiety with thoughts of Mr. Kleegan.

"Tony." She whispered the name under breath and smiled.

Now there was a man. Strong and handsome and single. How hard could it be to get him to say yes?

Under her blanket Daisy slid a hand down her sweat pants and cupped the warm mound of her sex. It wouldn't be impossible. After all he had practically called her beautiful in the kitchen and she had felt his eyes on her more than once that day. The question was how bold could she be with him?

Daisy massaged herself through the fabric of her panties and contemplated her situation. Was it right to even consider such a thing? Miranda was her friend and she had made it clear that Tony was off-limits. Still she wanted him and she had never refused her body once it begged for something.

Daisy slid a finger along the delicate lips of her vagina and imagined Tony's muscular frame. What would it be like to writhe under him as he filled her young body with his cock?

The question haunted her as she played with herself. What was the worst that could happen? Tony was way to polite to make a big deal about it. Maybe he wouldn't let her come over but there were other places she and her friends could hang out at. What if Miranda found out?

Daisy fixed her panties and got up off the floor. She could live without sleeping with Tony. Life would go on and there would be others in her bed. But she would never get to know what it would be like and that unsettled her.

Sex was only part of the reward for her. She loved the flirting and playful dancing that went on between two people. She loved to let it build and build until it bloomed into something heated and carnal. Only when both people were brimming with desire was sex worth it.

More than anything she wanted to solve the mystery that had crept into her mind. What would it be like to fuck Tony? She was drawn to the answer like a moth to the flame and no matter how hard she wanted to resist she couldn't. She had to seduce him. She had to know.

Daisy grabbed her pillow and blanket and walked down the hallway to the last door on the left. She opened it wincing at the creak and turned the light on as she went inside. She set her pillow and blanket on the leather sofa against the wall and stood in the center of the room.

She breathed in Tony's scent and looked around at the small multi colored trophies that lined the shelves. There were fourteen in total from all across the south. A few of them even had pictures of a younger handsomer Tony. She picked one up and studied it closer smiling at his carefree whimsy. She had no choice. She had to seduce him and she would do it in this very room.

It was three o'clock in the morning by the time Tony pulled into the driveway. He parked in the garage beside Miranda's little four door and killed the engine. He sat there for a moment sore and tired then climbed out and made his way inside.

He paused in the doorway and looked at the light that poured out from under the door to his den. He had never told the girls to stay out of it but none of them had ever shown an interest in it before. He limped down the hallway and did a quick count of heads in the living room. He wasn't sure which one it was but at least one of the girls was missing.

Tony made his way back to the den and pushed open the door. He started to speak but closed his mouth and stared at Daisy asleep on the couch. Of course it was Daisy. The one girl he shouldn't be alone with.

He should have just shut the door and let her sleep but he couldn't help himself. Something about the girl drew him in and swallowed him whole.

He knelt down by the sofa and shook Daisy's shoulder. "Hey Daisy," He said. "wake up.

The girl woke slowly her eyes squinting in the light. "Oh hello Mr. Kleegan."

"What are you doing in here?" He said.

She sat up and stretched and his eyes dropped to her chest before darting back to her eyes. "I was having trouble sleeping on the floor so I came in here to use the sofa," She said.

"Oh okay," He said. "sorry I'm not use to people coming in here."

Daisy rubbed the sleep from her eyes and smiled at him as he crouched in front of her. "It's really cool," She said. "you were so young in those pictures I hardly recognized you."

He smirked and said "Probably because I was wearing a helmet in most of them."

"No I was just surprised that you could be more handsome than you are now."

His shoulders tensed and he stood up. He couldn't let himself fall for the girl's innocent flirtation. He was the adult and he had to control himself. But was it really innocent flirting? Daisy had been over countless times and had always slept on the living room floor.

She was technically an adult to. Why should he be the responsible one? For once couldn't he just have some fun? No, not when that fun was an eighteen year old with big tits and a loose tongue. And his daughter's friend to boot.

"Well I'll let you get some sleep," He said.

As he turned around Daisy threw off her blanket and stood up. "Hang on Mr. Kleegan," She said.

He should have kept walking but he hesitated and turned around. "Daisy its late and I'm sore as hell," He said. "can this wait?"

Daisy took a deep breath. It was now or never. Maybe it was her woman's intuition or just something she made up but she could tell he was teetering on the edge. If she could just push a little he would let go and swing into her trap.

She stepped closer to him and put a hand against the firm expanse of his chest. "I was hoping we could talk a little more," She said.

A shiver ran through his chest and he tensed against the smooth weight of her hand. It was incredible how one girl's touch could hit him with so hard. He swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to step back but Daisy followed him and they ended up inches apart.

"Daisy what are you doing?" He said.

She smiled and put her hands on him. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier."

His breath caught in his throat and he forced his hands to stay at his side. "That's not necessary," he said.

"But I want to," She said. She smiled and ran her hands down his chest. "I want to repay the favor Tony."

He stood frozen in place as Daisy tested the firmness of his stomach and crept lower. "This is inappropriate," He said.

She grinned and put a hand against his crotch. His groin tingled and another shiver rushed through his body spreading warmth and desire through him. How long had it been since a woman had groped him like that? To long.

"What's the matter?" She said. "we're both adults and we both want to feel good. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. I know I have."

He closed his eyes and trembled in her hand as she rubbed him through his jeans. He should have stopped her and walked out of the room but he couldn't. It felt too good to tell her no.

"Your Miranda's friend," He whispered.

"She'll never know," Daisy said. "whatever we do will stay in this room."

"I'm old enough to be your father."

She stood on her tip toes and whispered into his ear as she squeezed him harder. "Is that what you want?" She said. "for me to call you daddy."

He trembled and shut his eyes. His cock bulged against his shorts begging for freedom and her hands encouraged its rebellion. His hands reached out on their own volition and pulled her into a kiss.

Her body warmed against him and Daisy gave his cock a gentle squeeze. He was harder and thicker than any man she had ever felt and Daisy grew wet at the thought of taking him inside of her.

"Fuck me," She whispered.

Her dirty mouth cut through his last rope of restraint and Tony lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again hungry for the taste of his mouth on her tongue.

They stumbled back and hit the wall but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was the smooth touch of flesh and the warm embrace of their mouths. Their bodies warmed and tingled burning with passion as they clawed at each other's clothing.




Daisy and the Dad



He turned and set her on the arm of the sofa and pulled his shirt off. Daisy skipped the handsome sight of his sun tanned chest and undid his belt and tossed it on the ground. She couldn't wait any longer.

Any hesitation would give him time to think about what was happening. She needed him off-balance and thinking with his cock not with his brain.

Tony pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. His cock bulged against the white fabric of his underwear already wet with precum and begging to get out. Daisy stopped for a second and stared at the thick eight inch bulge and almost forgot what they were doing.

"whoa," She said.

"What's wrong?"

Daisy smiled and pulled her tank top up over her head and threw it on the ground. "Nothing's wrong," She said. "I've just never seen someone that big before."

His cock would have jumped at the comment but Tony hardly heard a word the teen said. His eyes were to busy devouring the tan flesh almost pouring out of her bra.

She smiled and stood up and unclasped her bra. "Let's get this thing off."

Tony stood speechless and watched as she slid the bra off. He couldn't believe it. After all the fantasies, all the teasing and flirting it was finally happening. He was about to fuck this beautiful eighteen year old surrounded by the mementos of his glory days.

His cock hardened and he knelt at her feet and pressed his mouth over her left nipple. He swirled his tongue around the delicate protrusion and Daisy leaned into his mouth and moaned. He teased and sucked and pulled gently against the nipple and Daisy cradled his head caressing him like a mother would a child. He moved to the other breast and continued his act of worship teasing moan after moan out of her.

Daisy kissed him and pushed her tongue inside to wrestle with his. No other man had explored the tender circles of her breasts and the warm vibration that spread through her chest was worth any risk that might be involved.

Hungry for more Tony pushed her back on the sofa and slid her sweat pants off. He fell on top of her and kissed her again their bodies separated by nothing more than fabric. He kissed along her neck and moved his hand up her long leg to the juncture between her thighs and cupped the eager mound of her sex.

Daisy cooed and moved her hips against him sliding her pussy along the palm of his hand. The fever that had built all afternoon reached its peak and burned through her like molten gold.

"Fuck me," She said. "please Tony fuck me."

He smiled and pushed harder against her pussy. "Not just yet," he said.

Tony slid her panties off and dropped them on the floor then pushed her legs apart. He smiled and ran a finger over the shaved lips of her young cunt then knelt between her legs and tasted her for the first time. It was magnificent just as he had imagined it would be.

Daisy draped her legs over his shoulders and trembled as his tongue slid down the crack of her pussy. She moaned and squeezed her legs together pinning him in place and Tony tasted her again.

"Oh God," She said.

Never before had any man or boy cared enough to taste the juices of her young cunt and now that Tony had Daisy knew her life would never be the same again.

Each stroke of his tongue shook her to the core and fanned the flames of her lust. He devoured her like an angry God licking and sucking until she was a quivering wet mess drunk on the pleasure he gave her and then he tasted her some more.

Daisy arched her back and dug her nails into the leather sofa. Her body tensed around his hungry mouth burning and sweating with a trembling passion she had never experienced before. That feeling couldn't last forever though. No matter how much she wanted it to.

The room swirled around her in a haze of trophies and lights and Daisy cried out one last time before the tidal wave dragged her under. She let go of the world and tensed then all at once the tightness in her limbs ceased and she laid on the sofa panting and exhausted.

Tony pried himself out from between her legs and knelt on the floor his cock hard and his heart pounding. It had been so long since he had heard a woman climax and even longer since he had been the one driving her there.

"That was incredible," Daisy muttered.

Tony reached down and eased his cock out through the slit in his underwear. "We aren't done yet honey," He said.

Her dazed eyes dropped to the rigid length of his cock and she smiled. "I may need a moment."

Tony stood and put one foot up on the sofa and stroked his cock. "That's what mouths are for," he said.

Daisy smiled and sat up and took him in both hands. She eased her hands along the shaft and planted a wet kiss on the tip of his cock.

"I've been told I'm pretty good at this," She said.

Tony smiled and put a hand on the top of her head. "Go ahead and show me then."

Daisy stroked him and pressed her mouth against the tip. Her lips parted around him and her tongue darted out over his head teasing across the slit of his urethra. Tony groaned and ran his fingers through her blond hair his cock trembling with every pass of her tongue.

The girl traced the edges of his head then slid her tongue down along the shaft to his balls and sucked them into her mouth. She moaned and smiled flicking her tongue across the sweat covered flesh of his balls reveling in the way he shuddered with every flick of her tongue.

She had known early on that she enjoyed sucking cock. There was something powerful about the way she could render a man putty in her hands with a few plunges into her throat. Nobody had ever complained and she was determined not to give Tony any reason to. She wanted him to remember this night for the rest of his life.

Sucking on his delicate balls Daisy held him in one hand and stroked him as she stared up at him. He squinted in concentration and placed his hands on his hips leaning forward to offer his cock to her. He had never felt like this before. It was like he was racing again barreling down the track at a hundred miles per hour in a metal death trap and he loved it.

She sucked and licked and jerked teasing a low growl out of him but it wasn't enough. He had to have the girl's wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He had to know if she was truly as good as she claimed.

Tony gripped the base of his cock and grabbed the back of her head. Where his wife had resisted Daisy leaned forward and slid him into her mouth. A ripple of warmth shot through the length of his cock and he held himself there for a moment and trembled.

Daisy reached up and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand and let him adjust to the confines of her mouth before she pressed her tongue against his cock. He groaned and dropped his hands to her shoulders and steadied himself. Her mouth tightened around him and she slid her mouth forward.

First an inch then two and three and four until the tip of his cock protruded against her tonsils. He shook in her mouth breathing hard and held onto her almost cumming right there and then. His wife had not enjoyed sucking his cock and the few times she had tried the event had only lasted a few minutes but Daisy was different.

Tony reached up and grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her close. The girl hunched and gagged taking him past her tonsils and into her throat. He pulled back and pushed forward again and Daisy swallowed him like a hungry young slut.

He pulled out again and Daisy coughed for air. A thin line of drool seeped out of her mouth and down her chin and she smiled at him. She had never taken someone as thick or as long as he was and the challenge excited her.

"This is everything I thought it would be," She said.

He gave her another moment to catch her breath and pushed back into her hungry throat. She devoured him with ease at first sliding him into her mouth gagging only as he reached the back of her throat. His thick cock pushed against the walls of her throat and she coughed around it and drooled.

Buried in the teen's throat Tony gyrated his hips and worked his cock in minuscule circles until the girl pushed against him. He pulled out of her mouth and staggered back covered in her spit and panting for air.

Daisy laughed and wiped the spit from her chin. "God you taste good," She said.

"Want more?" He said.

She nodded and Tony walked back over to her and let the girl slide her lips back over the head of his cock. She tightened her mouth around him and moved along his cock at a snail's pace teasing and stroking him. He shuddered and shook, trembled and moaned.

The world was gone. He didn't care that he would be alone in the house after summer ended or that he was getting old. All he cared about was the cruel pleasure of Daisy's slow deep throat and the warmth of her hand against his balls.

She swallowed him again and pressed her nose into the firm muscles of his stomach. She gagged on his cock and forced her tongue out along the crease of his balls and tasted him again. He leaned over and grabbed hold of her shoulders trembling with every glancing swipe of her tongue and moaned.

"Stop I..I'm going to cum."

Daisy moaned around his cock and pulled back slightly only to bury him in her throat again. Tony groaned and tensed and cussed. He couldn't stop it. The wave of pleasure slammed into him and he pushed harder into her mouth.

The hard push of his cock gagged her and Daisy hunched forward as her throat stretched around him. She coughed and gagged and a stream of snot and spit spilled out of her nose coating her face in slime but she refused to spit him out. She loved it too much to stop.

Tony's eyes rolled back and he pushed her away and slipped out of her mouth. He gasped for breath and looked down at the teen her pretty face coated in a layer of slime and shook his head. It seemed fake somehow as if he were living in the fantasy of a porno but the feeling soon faded and he sat down on the floor tense and out of breath.

Tony laughed and wiped the sweat from his brow. "You're crazy," He said.

Daisy wiped her face off on the blanket and smiled. "I can't help it," She said. "I love a challenge."

"You almost made me cum," He said.

She laughed and licked her lips for his enjoyment. "Isn't that the point?"

"I don't want this to end just yet," Tony said.

Daisy opened her legs and pressed a finger into her sex. "I'm glad to hear that."

Tony stalked over to the sofa and pulled Daisy close. He lined his cock up with the narrow slit of her pussy and eased the warm tip inside of her. Daisy shuddered and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper.

After all this time she finally knew what it was like to have the rigid warmth of his cock inside of her. She sighed with pleasure and tightened around him. It was better than she had imagined. A lot better.

Tony stretched her tight walls around his cock and thrust forward burying himself in the folds of her sex. She moaned and arched her back buzzing with pleasure as he pulled out and slammed back into her pussy.

The room echoed with the impact of his cock slamming into her body and the hungry growls of their lust. Their bodies tensed and relaxed caught between the waves of pleasure that sought to destroy them. 

Neither of them wanted it to end. Their bodies burned and tingled. Their hearts pounded in their chest and sweat rolled down their backs both of them swept up in the race for who would climax first.

At long last Tony tensed and buried himself in the tender embrace of her cunt and let himself go. His balls tightened and spasmed and he slumped on top of her filling her with a rush of warm cum. Daisy tightened her pussy around him and slid her hand down over her clit flicking it until her own orgasm shattered her last ounce of self-control.

They laid there for a long while sore and spent and wet with their juices. His cock soon shrank inside of her and he pulled it out leaving her empty and warm inside.

He fell back on his butt and looked at her from his spot on the floor. "Thank you," Tony said.

Daisy smiled and touched her pussy. "You don't have to thank me," She said. "I enjoyed it."

He smiled and watched her finger the cum out of her pussy and lick her fingers clean. "They didn't make girls like you when I was young," He said.

She laughed and winked at him. "They still don't," She said. "I'm one of a kind and you got to have me all to yourself."

"I still can't believe it."

"Neither can I," She said. "but it was worth it."

"Yes it was," He said.

Daisy climbed down on the floor with him and snuggled close. "I'm glad we did this."

Tony draped his arm over her and let her nestle her face against his chest. "So am I," He said. "this won't change anything though. If you ever need to come over for whatever reason you're welcome here."

"God aren't you sweet," She said.

"It's the dad in me," He said. "I can't help it."

She laughed and kissed him on the mouth giving him a taste of their lust. "I should probably get back out to the living room," She said.

"Before you go Daisy can I ask you a question?" He said.

Daisy smirked and teased his flaccid cock with her fingers. "Sure sugar."

"Why'd you do this?" He said.

"I want a baby," She said.

His face paled and he pulled away from her. "What?" He said.

Daisy fell back on the floor laughing and shook her head. "Relax I'm on birth control," She said. "man you should have seen your face."

When his heart stopped pounding he shook his head at her. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"I'm sorry I couldn't resist," She said. "look I did this for the same reason I sleep with anyone. I was attracted to you and I thought you might know how to fuck."

"Did I live up to your standards?" Tony said.

"God yes!" She snuggled close again and said "Why did you go through with it?"

He shrugged. "It's been a long time since I had a good fuck and you are awfully hard to ignore," She said. "basically I just wanted to feel good again."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Daisy said.

Daisy kissed him on the cheek and let him watch her get dressed. It was a shame to see her clothed again but he accepted the fact that their time had passed. He got up and put his clothes back on and waited for Daisy to get settled in the other room before he went upstairs to sleep.

In the morning he woke to an empty and quiet house. The girls were gone, off to the mall and wouldn't be back for hours. He tidied up and did the dishes and used the time to watch a little television. Maybe he could get use to the quiet. Just maybe there was life after being a father. And if Daisy hung around town that life would be anything but boring. If not there were other women who would help him fill the lonely hours of the night. He could do it, he wasn't dead yet.



Daisy Becomes an Escort



"My goodness Mrs Jones you have gone through a lot of batteries recently", said the shopkeeper.

"Oh yes they're for my er my digital camera yes I've been taking a lot of photos recently",replied Daisy Jones ,feeling herself blush as she thought of the much more intimate reason she wanted the pack of AAA batteries.

It seemed Daisy had everything. The trophy wife of a millionaire businessman, she lived in a very large house in a quaint English village, drove a chic red sports car and was pampered with every luxury she desired.

She was also drop dead double take gorgeous. Her stunning hourglass figure with a large peach shaped bottom and impossibly pert 36D tits was kept very fit and tanned in her purpose built home-gym and solarium. With piercing blue eyes, long natural blonde hair and cherubic features she had a look of naive innocence that drove men wild.

Daisy knew she was fortunate in many ways but one thing really pissed her off. She was completely and totally sexually frustrated. Her workaholic husband was so involved in expanding his business he rarely seemed to be home, and when he was he did little to fill Daisys high sex drive. Increasingingly she found herself alone in the marital bed knickers round her ankles, tanned firm thighs apart enthusiastically fucking herself with eight inches of vibrating black plastic.

Which is what brought her here to her local village grocers and newsagents buying batteries for the third time in a month to power her tired old vibrator that now seemed to be her only sexual partner. 

She knew she could have affairs if she wanted to but she knew from watching the experiences of others that affairs were usually messy unhappy things.

"No I dont want another relationship I just would like to be fucked once in a while!" she thought to herself as she walked out of the shop.

Looking up she noticed the postcard sized adverts in the shop window. One of them caught her eye,it read in part - YOUNG ATTRACTIVE WOMEN REQUIRED FOR PROFFESSIONAL ESCORT AGENCY.

She tutted at the spelling mistake in professional but as she continued walking home she couldn't help thinking what it would be like to be an "escort".

First she pictured herself dressed in thigh high Pvc boots and ripped fishnets being impaled on a huge black cock her big boobs sweatily bouncing up and down. Then she created a complex fantasy that involved her sucking off a retired headmaster who pulled on her pigtails whilst his wife completed a jigsaw in the next room.

By the time she reached the driveway of her house she was practically running to get inside. Once inside she ripped the batteries from their packaging and rushed upstairs to her bedroom noticing her panties were already damp.

After trying to pull her knickers down with one hand and fit the new batteries into her sextoy with the other, she forced herself to calm down. Taking her time she teased her desperate cunt with sucked fingers before lovingly feeding her hungry pussy with her thick pulsating dildo. Still thinking about her dirty little hooker fantasy she continued to pound away at herself until she reached a groaning quivering climax.

A few hours later still sweating after a hard workout in her gym she decided to expand her little game by looking at escort agency websites.As she looked at the pictures of the sexily dressed girls and read the descriptions of what they were prepared to do, she began to feel increasingly horny. Pulling down her tiny blue lycra gym shorts she started to rub her aroused clit.

She noticed that many of the sites had phone numbers and she thought it would be incredibly erotic to ring one and pretend to be interested in working for their agency.

Feeling her heart beating as she waited for someone to pick up she could not help but continue to rub herself excitedly.

"Hi there Room 69 Escort agency" the answering female voice was friendly but professional.

She said her name was Mary and after Daisy had given the impression that she was an experienced escort interested in becoming one of their "employees" Mary explained how it all worked.

"You know its funny you should ring because you might just be able to do us a really big favour" said Mary,"the thing is we've somehow managed to doublebook one of our girls tommorow and its funny but I noticed that one of the clients lives within the same area code as you". She paused for a moment before going on.

"Would you like to "fill in" for us?" 

"Ok" Daisy heard herself saying.

As Mary continued to explain the details (he was a farmer one of their regulars) Daisy found herself furiously rubbing away at her pussy which was by now becoming a little sore from all the abuse she was giving it.

"Oh shit Daisy what have you done now" she said out loud to herself after putting down the phone.

Oh well she thought she would ring in the morning and make up some excuse why she couldn't go. After all this was just a horny little role playing game she was playing with herself. Wasn't it?

The next day after driving to her nearest specailist adult clothing store and buying an outrageous "fuck me now" outfit she knew that this was no longer a game. Daisy Jones knew that at 6 o'clock that evening she was going to meet a complete stranger and let him use and abuse her perfect young body.

Later that afternoon after shaving her legs and pussy she put on her new "work uniform" a pair of tight black crotchless panties, a matching peephole bra streched across her fantastic tits, hold up fishnet stockings and a pair of killer 4 inch heels.

Admiring her exquisitely fuckable body in the mirror one last time she went into her hallway put on a knee length raincoat and began her journey.

Parking a short distance away from the farm address she had been given she set off to walk up to the farmhouse with her heart beating in her chest like a jack hammer. It was a fresh spring day and a mixture of the cool air blowing up her coat and her general randiness made her exposed wet hole ache and her nipples stiffen.

"Oh shitty fucking hell bollocks WHAT am I doing" she thought to herself.

Looking up she saw a face at the window that she guessed was her client, trying to smile at the farmer through teeth chattering with nervousness she knew she surely couldn't go through with it. Any second now she would turn on her heels and flee, any second now....

To be continued.