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Love Me... Love My Dogs

By: ilikeithot6308



As always, all characters are over eighteen. 

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My wife, or rather my ex-wife, had started out our marriage as an athletic, sexy little thing, with dirty blonde hair and a nice set of D-cups that she delighted in showing off. By the time things ended for us, twenty-six years later, she was a frumpy, pear-shaped middle-aged woman who wasn't interested in sex. 

Perhaps I should rephrase that... she wasn't interested in sex with me. Little did I know that while we were supposedly working on saving our marriage, she was really working on her exit strategy, having jumped into bed with some guy at her job.  

At least her guilt was good for something, as she didn't even ask for anything. Her fair share of the joint account, of course, but no alimony, and no claim on the house. She just cut the ties and left. No contest. 

I handled the breakup well, which is to say, not well at all, lost in denial and buried in my work. I didn't even look for replacement female companionship, totally focusing on my business, which had the effect of making that business more successful quite quickly. After about three years of single-minded obsession, I grew tired of coming home to the same house, full of the same bad memories, and the same emptiness. 

I bought a dog... actually two, from the same litter. They needed my attention at home a bit more, which made me yearn for a change of scene. Thus, the house went up for sale, selling quickly, and now putting a deadline on our... I had begun to think of the puppies and myself as a family, again... relocation plans. 

Before long, a nice home in a quiet, wooded neighbourhood presented itself. Bigger, with a well fenced yard and even a pool, it was more home than I needed, but really didn't cost much more than my old one. Besides, maybe... Just maybe... Someday I'd find a woman who might want to spend some time here with me. 

The moving truck finally left, having delivered us to our new home. I looked at the sea of boxes, wondering where to start. The dogs made a bee-line towards the front door, just seconds before the bell rang. I went to answer it, opening the door. The dogs bolted out, past the woman standing there, knocking the second person over excitedly. 

"Oh my!" the woman gasped. The second person out there was giggling, swamped under a wave of wagging tails. 

She introduced herself as Angela, and her daughter, here to welcome me to the neighbourhood with an apple pie. Angela and her husband, Edward, wanted me to know that I was invited to dinner, and she wasn't taking no for an answer. She looked at the dogs, still going crazy with her daughter. 

"I guess we know what your canine companions think of the new digs, and new friends," she laughed, "shall we say about seven?" 

I agreed, stepping out to rescue her child from my hoard of hounds, who obviously didn't want to be rescued, returning the attention of the dogs happily. Digging through the pile, I found a teenage girl at the bottom. I eventually herded them inside, promised to see Angela and company in a few hours, and waved as they left. 

I spent some time getting a few boxes unpacked, even finding a bottle of wine to take with me to dinner next door. At the prescribed time, I picked up the bottle, and the pie, which I hoped they would help me eat for desert. I walked over to their house, and rang the bell. 

Christie, the eighteen year old daughter of my new neighbours, answered the door. I couldn't help noticing that she was pear-shaped like my ex had been... except that Christie's pear was upside down, because Christie had a pair. And what a pair. 

They say you can tell what a woman will look like when she ages by checking out her Mother at that age. Christie's Mom was very well endowed as well, but her hips were fuller, giving her a classic hourglass figure. Her daughter didn't yet have the lower half to go with the spectacular chest, still projecting a bit of a tom-boy vibe, despite her obvious feminine attributes. Her blonde hair was short, her hips and ass narrow and boyish, and she obviously was not yet comfortable with her newly overdeveloped boobs, choosing to try to hide them under baggy sweatshirts. It didn't work, at least in part because she was resting her big tits on the table during dinner. I tried not to look too often, what with her parents sitting at the table as well. 

"Your dogs are so cute," Christie giggled. "I love animals. If you ever need anyone to walk them for you, I'm available." 

"You know, I was just wondering what I was going to do about them. This place is a bit farther away from my office, so I won't be able to pop home as often. If you're willing to look in on them during the day, I'd be happy to pay you for your time," I said. "They obviously like you already. Why don't you come over to visit tomorrow afternoon, and we'll show you around the house?" 

"Okay!" she smiled excitedly. 

Dinner was lovely, and my new neighbours were very nice people, but I was exhausted after moving day, so I didn't stay long. My first night in the new house was spent cuddled in bed with a beagle on either side of me, snoring contentedly. 

The next afternoon, the doorbell rang, and I let Christie in, unmolested by dogs, this time. They were in the backyard, but came running in soon after she arrived. It was quite warm out, and she had changed from baggy sweatshirt to oversized t-shirt, still trying to camouflage her curves, but still failing. I tried not to gawk at her, keeping my eyes above her neck whenever possible, but she wasn't making it easy, playfully running around the yard with the puppies, causing her own puppies to bounce enticingly. I was working on getting the pool up and functional, distracting myself. 

I reached into my pocket, and retrieved a key to the back gate, which I gave to her. 

"Here you go," I said, "even if they're inside, they will come out through their door when you call. We'll leave leashes out here for you to use. And," I continued, "once I get the pool working, I want you to feel free to use it, anytime you want. Okay?" As much as I admit that I noticed her big boobs, I wasn't making the offer with any ulterior motives. I wasn't ready for anything like that to happen, yet. 

Christie became like a daughter to me, always happy to see me, and such a help with my four-legged kids, especially during that puppy period. The year went on, and summer gave way to fall, which had Christie leaving home for school. I lost my doggie babysitter, but by now, Peabody and Baron were old enough to be alone in the house all day. 

***

It was a bright, sunny, late spring day, warmer than usual, and I had decided to take advantage of the perfect weather to take my dogs for a nice long walk on a nearby trail. I'd been here for about a year, now. 

I must say, not only were the dogs instrumental in my survival of the divorce, they were great for meeting women. Also, great at getting me a peek down more tops than I can count. Every time we'd bump into some woman on a walk, she would want to say hello to them. Beagles are pretty cute, and have a great personality, but they're relatively small dogs, so the women invariably bent over to pet them. Bingo! The real trick was not getting caught taking a peek. 

We were on our way home, nearing the end of our driveway, when I looked up to see a stunning young woman walking our way. Tall, slender but curvy, with shoulder length blonde hair and very large boobs, she had me hoping she was a dog lover. As we drew closer, the dogs grew more excited, straining at their leashes, eager to meet her. Now within a few steps, she smiled, stepped to the side, and dropped to one knee on the grass. Suddenly, I had a hyperactive spider on the end of the leash, all eight paws intent on getting to her. They bowled her over. 

"Peabody! Baron! No!" I yelled, pulling them back. 

"It's okay, Mr. Reynolds..." she giggled, buried under two very affectionate beagles. "Yes! I missed you, too!" 

It suddenly occurred to me who this was. I may not have recognized her, but the dogs sure knew her scent. 

"Christie? Is that you?" I asked, watching enviously as they pawed at her chest with impunity and licked her face. 

"Yes..." she sputtered, "I'm home for a visit!" 

I extended my hand to help her, and she took it with her own soft, feminine one, pulling herself up. She finished with a little hop, making her big breasts jiggle, a sight that did not go unnoticed by my peripheral vision, as I was looking at her eyes more closely. She was taller than I remembered. 

"Wow!" I gasped, taking in her form. "I didn't recognize you!" 

"I know, I know... I went for years hoping I would finally develop, and when I finally did, it all happened very fast. Sometimes I don't recognize myself! Damn growth spurt!" she laughed, twirling in front of me, inviting me to inspect her further. She may have been lacking an ass to compliment her chest before, but she sure had one now, and an extra four or five inches of height had her in the category of 'fashion model tall'. Even her lips looked fuller. She had definitely filled out. I was staring. 

She knelt again to pet the dogs, and gave me a view that I would never forget, showing me her deep cleavage. Peabody helped, pawing her, and tugging her shirt down a bit, exposing most of the upper curve of her left breast, and the edge of her bra cup, a pretty pink one. She made no effort to cover up, and I kept looking. 

I was enjoying the scene, but began to wonder what she was thinking. She was either unaware, didn't care, or was doing it on purpose. I had just turned fifty, and she was twenty, but part of me hoped she was doing it on purpose. Okay... ALL of me hoped she was doing it on purpose, especially my dick. 

"Alright Peabody... paws off my boobs, you pervert!" she giggled, finally pushing the dogs off and standing up. She vigorously brushed at her shirt, to remove any dirty paw prints, shaking her breasts wildly in the process. "Did I get it all?" she asked, pulling her shoulders back more, making her boobs even more prominent. 

She had to be flirting. I mean, she was blonde, but no dummy, so she had to know the effect her body had on men. I looked at her chest, unable to decline the invitation to do so. 

"Um, no... Just a bit on your... I mean... Under here, on the right..." I stumbled through the words, gesturing to her right breast. She stretched the shirt out with her hand, finally brushing the offending dirt off, but not before giving me another memorable view of her boobs. 

"Thanks," she smiled, rivaling the bright sunshine with her beaming beauty. "I'm home for a few weeks, so maybe I'll see you again, Mr. Reynolds." She leaned in and gave me a hug, pressing her huge melons against me briefly. 

"Of course," I said. "Don't forget... My pool is your pool," I reminded her, hoping I didn't sound too much like a dirty old man desperate for a chance to ogle a sexy young girl in her swimsuit. 

"That actually sounds really good," she laughed, "maybe later. I have to meet someone, now, but it was great to see you again." She waved and walked away. I couldn't help watching her rear end swinging as she strode off, and was still looking when she turned back, catching me. She smiled again, wagged her finger at me, and continued to walk away, now swaying her hips with even more sexiness. 

I stood there, transfixed, until I snapped out of my stupor. "Yes, it sure was great to see you again," I muttered to myself, running a mental sideshow of her boobs, lips, ass, and eyes. "Come on boys, let's go home," I said quietly, tugging the leashes in my hand, and limping off down my driveway, trying not to permanently damage the erection that suddenly crowded the crotch of my pants. 

Later that afternoon, I was doing the rounds of the backyard, picking up landmines left by the dogs, when I heard a key in the lock of the back gate. It swung open, and Christie stepped in, wearing a robe cover up, and with a towel over her shoulder. She saw me and smiled. 

"Hi, Mr. Reynolds!" she chirped happily. "Thanks for letting me use the pool." 

It occurred to me that this was the first time I'd ever seen her use the pool. I knew she had done so previously, but always when I was away. I guess she had been reluctant to display herself before, but had become more comfortable with her body now that she had the whole package in place. I wondered what was under the robe. 

"I had to borrow one of my Mom's suits," she laughed, answering my unspoken question, "since all my bikinis are at school." 

She kicked off her shoes, dropped the towel, and undid the sash on her robe. I was in the far corner of the yard, and she had her back to me as she slid the robe off her shoulders. I swear she paused on purpose, teasing me for another few seconds, before dropping it slowly. 

The suit was navy blue, one piece, with a halter style neck that left her back deliciously bare. As one might expect, given it was her Mother's bathing suit, the rear exposure was conservative, fully covering her spectacularly shaped ass, but still allowing her full curves to be seen. Speaking of full curves, when she stretched her arms over her head, I could see the swell of her boobs around the sides of her ribcage. As much as I wanted to see the front view, I was glad she couldn't see me right now, because I was staring, with my mouth hanging open. Pretty much the exact opposite of playing it cool. 

She walked gracefully into the shallow end of the pool, still facing away. Her ass moved with sinuous allure, its classic inverted heart shape enhanced by the navy blue fabric that hid it from view. She leaned forward, pushing off the bottom, and swam to the far end of the pool, where she turned to face me. She hung from one hand under the diving board, brushing the wet strands of blonde hair out of her face. 

I had regained my composure by now, dumped the dog shit, and got my own shit together, walking back towards her. As I neared, I got a sense for the front of the suit, with a deep, scooped neckline. She released from the diving board and swam back to the shallows. When she sat on the second step, leaning back into the corner, she threatened my cool facade again. 

We chatted about stuff... how school was...her friends... blah, blah, blah. The whole time, I couldn't help checking her out, and there was plenty to be checked. Her big tits topped the list, of course, bulging out of the tight confines of the suit. If I had to guess, I'd say she was now bigger than her Mother in the boob department, not that I'd seen her Mother in this state of dress. It was just a guess. As the water evaporated from her suit, it cooled her nipples which started to form abrupt little tents on each breast, much as my dick was doing in my shorts. She initially tried to keep them under control by splashing water on her upper half, but gave up soon enough, and just let them point skyward. 

Maybe she saw the bulge in my crotch, and wanted to test her powers further. I don't know, but I do know that her nips were very thick and tall on her huge melons, and I couldn't help my eyes caressing them repeatedly. 

She stood, walking slowly up the steps, giving me a little camel toe display, then really surprised me. 

"So, how's your love life?" she laughed, sitting in the chair next to mine. Her boobs bounced, punctuating the question. 

I was taken aback, but laughed in response. "Pretty much non-existent," I admitted. "I guess I'm not ready yet," I explained, feeling her eyes on me. "How's yours?" I snickered. 

She snorted. "I would have to say...pretty much the same... for the same reason, I guess."

She suddenly stood, collected her stuff, and walked toward the gate. When she got there, she turned, catching me watching her ass wiggle for the second time that day. 

"Thanks for letting me use the pool," she smiled, and waved her fingertips at me. 

"Any time," I replied. With that, she was gone, but the effects of her presence lingered, crowding my crotch for quite some time. I sat there, mulling over my feelings, trying to make sense of them. She was just so damn sexy, gorgeous, arousing... Pick your favourite descriptive, she had it all in spades, but she was only twenty. I was almost... almost... old enough to be her grandfather. 

My sleep that night was filled with images of her buxom, yet nubile young body, so near but just out of reach. 

***

Perhaps my elevated level of sexual frustration effected my attitude the next day. I was in a bad mood. The whole day, I stewed angrily around the house, furious with my ex-wife, and the world in general. As the day went on, my mood improved marginally, but I was still grumpy. The dogs helped. It's hard to stay angry with their cute faces and goofy personalities running around the house. By bedtime, I was feeling better. 

The dogs were what woke me, as they both bolted off the bed, racing down the hall. I heard them go outside. 

They'd done this before, of course. It was pretty hard to sneak anything past those noses. Usually they would bellow a few times, then come back in, but this night, they were slow to return. I decided to check on them. 

I soon realized why they had stayed out there. They weren't alone. Someone was in the pool... someone they knew. 

I stood in the kitchen, watching a very familiar hand reaching up out of the water to pet the dogs. I could just hear her talking to them. 

"You guys are such good dogs," she whispered, "but you're going to get me busted. Go on... go back to bed... I just needed to cool off after my date. Go to bed." The really strange part is that they actually listened, eventually wandering back in. My curiosity was piqued, though, so I stayed where I was, peering into the darkness. 

There was just enough moonlight to see her as she swam back and forth a few more times. Of course, from my vantage point, I could only see her head, but that changed dramatically before my eyes. 

She slowly walked from the neck-deep middle of the pool into the shallow end. As the water dropped lower on her body, it was only seconds before I realized that she wasn't wearing... anything. She paused, with the water just covering her nipples, to wring out her hair. 

I was spellbound. Gob smacked. Stunned. I was perhaps twenty-five feet away, hidden in the deep, dark shadows of the kitchen, staring at the dripping wet goddess that silently glided out of my pool. The water level dropped as she moved, dipping lower on her body with each passing foot. There was just enough moonlight to clearly illuminate her smooth, curvaceous form, adorned with droplets that shone like little diamonds on her skin. 

The water level dipped below her breasts, and she finally let her arms drop to her sides, revealing her magnificent chest in its full glory for the first time to my appreciative eyes. Soon, the firm, flat muscle of her abdomen came into view, then her hips began to peek out of the rippling surface. A few more steps had the water trickling off the beautifully sculpted curves of her ass, which flexed in a beguiling way as she strode up the stairs onto the deck. At last, the whole of her spectacular body was there to be seen, glistening softly in the moonbeams as she stretched her arms overhead. 

My cock was fully erect, and my heart was pounding. Never had I seen anything that took my breath away as completely as Christie had in that instant. I was sure she would simply collect her clothes and vanish into the night, but she had one more surprise in store. 

The youthful object of my unacknowledged obsession strolled confidently over to the lounger, and laid back on it, content to dry in the cool night air. I watched tiny wisps of moisture evaporate from her warm, smooth skin, backlit by the single light in the sky. Her perky nipples tightened and stood tall, but she remained in place for several minutes, until her perfect skin was covered by a forest of goosebumps. 


Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 02



Many readers have asked for more from John and his comely young neighbour, Christie...so here it is. 

Of course, all characters are of legal age.

Enjoy, and let me know your thoughts, please.

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Morning. Why does it have to start so fucking early? And what's with the bright light? I was a train wreck, and Peabody was licking my face, having jumped up on the bed to tell me it was, in his admittedly biased opinion, time to wake up and give him and his brother their breakfast. 

I pushed the dog away. On my other side, something stirred, followed by warm, wet lips on mine... something that hadn't happened in years. Oh yeah! I got laid last night. Several times, actually, hence the fuzzy head. As the fog cleared, I turned to see Christie's pretty eyes looking back at me, a huge smile on her face. 

"Good morning, baby," she whispered. "Whew! That was some night!" She closed her eyes and cuddled tighter against my side. Every nerve ending in that area strained to absorb the sensation of her big, soft tits pressed close. "You're very good at this sex thing, aren't you?" Another kiss, and a girlish giggle. 

"Thank you, and thank YOU, Darling," I grumbled, as coherently as possible. "You are so beautiful!" I tried to sit up, but failed, flopping back beside her. "And deadly." 

Christie snickered softly. Her eyes sparkled at me as she sat up without any difficulty. 

"Don't you know?" she asked, with a smile. 

"You men... You think you run everything, but we women know exactly how to control you. You do our bidding, and we sit back and bat our lashes at you. Then, we suck all the energy out of you, and make you feel grateful for the chance to be with us! You even beg for the chance to be used again!" she laughed. "It's been this way since the dawn of time!" She kissed me once more, and hopped out of bed, looking far too bushy-tailed for my liking. Perhaps what she said was true, a global female conspiracy, like the Matrix, fucking men as a power source. Perhaps she was joking. Or perhaps I was just fucked up. 

"I'll feed the dogs, baby... You just rest," she said, her hand roaming farther south to check on my little soldier. He was still asleep. "I think you need something, too, and I'm starving. I'll call you when breakfast is ready." 

I watched her sexy, naked ass wiggle out the door, followed by two overly dramatic dogs. I laid my head back, and closed my eyes. Last night had been the most incredible experience of my life, but if I was going to keep up with her, I was going to need some help, or that life would be short. Still, going out while in her arms wasn't such a bad way to end it. 

I shook my head... That was just the fatigue talking. We'd had a very athletic evening, and I'd done pretty well, getting her off all four times, which matched the activity level of the last year of my marriage. I was just out of practice, and I'm sure, with Christie as my personal trainer, I'd be back in shape in no time. 

I smelled something delicious, coming from the kitchen. I mentally pictured her padding around the room, her big, beautiful breasts jiggling as she cooked. Her long hair shining in the morning sun, she looked more delectable than any meal. The pictures in my head woke my dick. 

I made a pit stop in the bathroom, running a comb through my hair, swishing a mouthful of mouthwash, and taking a much needed leak, not necessarily in that order. Satisfied I wouldn't scare my new love interest into retreat, I followed my nose to the kitchen, where I found out my imagination was woefully conservative. 

Christie sat quietly, drinking a coffee, under the rapt attention of two beagles. Well, she was naked, and they were both males, so it was easily understood. Rays of brilliant sunlight cast a golden glow throughout the kitchen, but were outshone by her radiant beauty. 

My god... I had to have this woman in my life permanently. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and the fact that she seemed to enjoy my company as well made my heart do back flips. I stood silently in the doorway, taking in her incredible body while she relaxed with her drink. Her lips, her eyes...the waves of reddish-blonde curls that tumbled across her shoulders ; she had my complete devotion already, and that's without even bringing her luscious curves into the picture. 

She looked up, saw me, and her face erupted in a smile that eclipsed the sunbeams easily. 

"I thought you were there," she laughed. "I could feel your eyes on me. I love the way you look at me. So warm. So loving." Her delicate hand put the coffee cup down on the table, and she stood, taking a few steps toward me. "Can I get you a cup of java, or would you prefer something... warmer?" Her eyes flitted down, taking in my erect penis. "Mmmm, breakfast sausage!" she moaned, dropping to her knees before me. 

Her perfect, pouty lips parted, and inched down my dick as her mouth consumed me with excruciating gentleness. Her moans of joy resonated through my loins, adding to my own pleasure. I leaned against the door frame and let her please me at her leisure, which is exactly what she did, giving me the most loving blowjob it had ever been my privilege to receive. She stroked, sucked, and licked softly, bringing my lust to a boil with deceptive ease. 

"I get the impression you like this," she whispered, stroking my wet shaft while gazing up at me. 

"Yeah, you could say that," I replied, my voice trembling. "Much more and you'll get some cream for your coffee." 

"Mmmm hmmm," she moaned, already having swallowed me again. Her pace unaltered, she sucked me to the brink within seconds. 

"Jesus, Christie... I'm... OH FUCK!" I grunted, detonating in her mouth. 

"Mmmm mmmm," she moaned, still stroking my exploding cock. "Mmmm hmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she 'said', swallowing my seed gleefully. Finished emptying my balls, she released me, and my quivering legs gave out, letting me slide down the doorway to the floor. She giggled. "Yummy!" she smiled, leaning in for a kiss. There was hardly a trace of my salty discharge on her lips. 

She stood, extended her hand, and helped me up, still giddy at her power over me. Guiding me over to one of the chairs, she sat me down, and sat straddling my lap, pressing her luscious breasts into my chest. Her arms around my neck, she kissed me softly. 

"I could easily get used to this," she whispered between kisses. "It's a wonderful way to start the day." 

"Mmmmm, I agree," I replied. What man doesn't love the feeling of a blowjob in the morning? It feels like...victory. My mind was wandering...did I just paraphrase Robert Duvall? The haze cleared. "I do, however, wonder how your parents would take this. Does your father own a gun?" I joked. 

"Yeah, but it only makes small holes," she giggled, without missing a beat. She held her fingers up about an inch apart to illustrate the 'small holes'. I flinched, and she flicked me on the forehead. "I just got your ex-wife out of there, so don't start crowding it with my parents, or I'll have to charge you overtime. Just leave my parents to me." She kissed me again, and I surrendered. 

If my brain hadn't been addled by the aftereffects of her oral attention, I would have seen her words as positive. You know, Freud and all that...she didn't even balk at the prospect of being together, and public. This was not just a game to her. 

"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked, holding her ass with both hands. 

She smiled, and lifted off my lap, sauntering over to push the power button on my air cooker. The gently whirring fan stopped. 

"The country style potatoes can wait, as can the bacon, and the eggs, which I hadn't started yet. I have something nice and warm for you already," she whispered, returning. She stepped over my lap and then sat on the edge of the table, laying back gracefully. "The buffet is open." 

Pussy for breakfast, in the comfort of my own kitchen! 

Christie extended her long, smooth legs, draping them gently over my shoulders, and adjusting her position for comfortable consumption. She peeked through her cleavage at me with that cute, sexy grin on her face, and clarified. 

"It's an all you can eat buffet." She put her head back gently. 

Her puffy, pouty labia glistened wetly in the sunlight that was flooding the kitchen. I inhaled her scent again, feeling the sweet, intoxicating perfume tickling my nose. Moving closer, I gazed at the soft folds...so smooth and pretty. Shaved, waxed, sugared, or electolyzed...she wasn't just hairless, she was like pink porcelain. 

My ex had been a somewhat reluctant recipient of oral stimulation from me ; she thought it was dirty, and that attitude extended to her returning the favour. Shaving never even crossed her mind. A small part of me hoped she was happier with her new guy than she had been with me. I knew I was, and I hoped it would last. 

"You're doing a lot of browsing. Don't you see anything you like?" she asked, still playing hostess. 

"No, but I do see something I love. I think I'll start with desert," I laughed, planting a soft kiss on the hood of her clit. I heard a soft gasp from above. 

"You know, just because I teased you in the past, doesn't mean you should do it too," she said softly. "Revenge is pointless, and childish." Her bum squirmed on the table. "Oh for god's sake, just lick me already!" 

"Patience my sweet," I advised, kissing her thighs gently, "I'm just choosing where to start. It is a very appetizing buffet. Maybe I'll try this," I said, dragging my tongue up the right side of her swollen outer labia. A groan. "Mmmm, that is good. I wonder what this tastes like?" I asked, flicking the firm tip across her perineum, and tickling her ass slightly. 

"Oh shit! You're so cruel!" she hissed. 

"I've always been partial to these," I growled, dipping between her pouty inner lips. Ah yes, that's where the good stuff is... her special sauce...oozing deliciously from inside. I gave her several long, slow licks, from bottom to top, relishing her slightly tangy flavour. 

"Uh huh, that's more like it," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side. "Please continue!" 

My tongue worked its way as deep into her as I could reach, over and over, searching for the wellspring from which her juices flowed. It was a fountain of youth for me. The more time I spent with her...making love, learning to move on after my divorce, feeling her young spirit surround me...the more it felt as if years of emotional wear and tear were coming off my heart. I may not have been getting physically younger, but I was feeling more impassioned than I ever expected to feel again. 

I threw myself into my work, so to speak. The last time I did that, immediately following my divorce, I took a struggling business and set it on the road to the success it still enjoys today. This was much more enjoyable ; I was just trying to give her a most deserved orgasm, a task made easier with her on the table like this. Not as much of a literal pain in the neck. 

My tongue went into overdrive... wriggling,, tasting, caressing...every nook, cranny and crevice of her sex. Of course, her clit received a lot of attention, and Christie voiced her appreciation, her moans ringing out in the quiet house. 

"Oh John, you do know how to please a woman, you beautiful man!" Her butt was squirming across the table, and I had to drag her back into place several times. Last night had proved that Christie was nothing if not an energetic and enthusiastic lover. Vocal too. "Oh god, oh god, OH GOD, JOHN... YES!... RIGHT THERE! YES! YESSSSS! YESSSSS!" 

Her voice cracked as she screeched through her orgasm, and her body arched off the table. Once the wave passed she wilted again, gasping for air and slowly reverting to a less purple colour. I sat back, and smiled. 

It was Tuesday morning, and I could look forward to having my luscious new partner in residence for another day and a half, give or take a few hours. There was no need to rush things. 

Christie was laying limply, draped like sexy fabric over the table, breathing quietly. I moved around to the side by her head, and leaned closer, kissing her forehead. Her eyes fluttered, and a smile tickled the corners of her pretty mouth. 

"That was...wow...that was really...mmmmm...good. Wow. Did you get a look at the driver?" she whispered. 

"Driver?" I asked, taking too much pride in having wrecked her with my tongue to follow her drift. 

"Of the truck," she giggled, dragging herself up slowly to a sitting position with my help. "The one that hit me!" Her hair was a dishevelled, mangled mess, hanging in front of her face, a la 'cousin Itt' from the Addams family. She blew it aside until I could see her smile again, then combed it back with her fingers. "Whoa. I think I need to lay down for a minute."

I helped her off the table, and let her lean on my shoulder as I shepherded her back to bed, tucking her in. 

"Thank you, John," she breathed. "I just need a few minutes, then I can finish cooking breakfast." 

"You just rest, honey," I replied, "I'll take care of it." I grabbed my shorts, and headed toward the kitchen. 

***

It's not like I didn't know how to cook for myself. It had been over four years since the last meal my ex-wife cooked for me, and I do recall eating a few times during that span. That being said, I really appreciated Christie doing the obligatory domestic thing. I guess even modern women know the way to a man's heart. Several ways actually. 

I pushed the button, starting the air cooker again. Out came the pan, the eggs, and the bacon, to complete the meal. A few minutes later, steam and smoke billowing into the range hood signalled that my chef's skills, limited as they were, had resulted in a passably edible breakfast. Two plates were loaded with food, and I made my delivery run. 

I rounded the corner into the bedroom, and stopped short. My angel was laying flat on her back, snuggled deep in the covers, looking totally peaceful and at home. Two dogs raised their heads to look at me, then put them back where they had been ; one on Christie's shoulder, the other on her hip. She was asleep, and had obviously been accepted by my personal security forces. The dogs smelled the food and their movements woke her. 

"That smells good," she mumbled, still laying with eyes closed. "Is it warm enough to eat outside?"

It was nearly Thanksgiving, but in this part of the country, that didn't necessarily mean cold weather. Indeed, the sun was shining brightly, and had been up long enough to take the chill off the overnight temperatures. 

"Probably. Breakie al fresco, it is!" I laughed, balancing the plates to allow me to open the French doors and go out to the table on the deck. 

"Good," she answered. "Let me up please," she whispered to the dogs snuggling happily against her. They complied, and she dashed into the bathroom, calling to me over her shoulder as she went, "I'll be out in a minute." 

I put the plates on the table, then went back inside to get the coffee and orange juice. By the time I got back, Christie was taking her seat. She had found one of my robes, and her luscious, perfect, delectable...totally fuckable body, was hidden under the thick terrycloth that was big enough to go around her twice. 

What the robe couldn't hide was her smile. Just before I sat down, I realized that one thing was missing, and ran inside again, to return a moment later with my own robe, and a small vase, into which I placed a freshly plucked flower. 

"Oh, that's so sweet," she giggled. "Thank you, honey."

Honey, I thought, someone else used to call me 'honey', back in the days when we were happy. I like the sound of it, I like the feel of it, and I hope it lasts. 

We were both hungry after last night's exertions, so conversation ground to a halt while we stuffed our faces. Once the plates were empty, we sat back to enjoy the sun and the company. 

"That's better," she said quietly, patting her tummy. 

"Agreed," I replied. "What do you want to do today?" 

She was looking out at the yard when I said it, and I saw her fighting back a smile, trying not to laugh. She gave me a sly glance from the corner of her eye. 

"Oh, um...I don't know. I'm sure we can think of...um...something." The smile won the battle, and she turned to face me sheepishly. "I like sex...is that bad?" 

"Not to me," I laughed, "but I like bad girls. Tell me, baby...were you always this naughty?" 

That got a laugh. 

"No! I was a geek! When I was a kid, I didn't have many friends, so I buried my nose in books...all sorts of books. The few friends I did have started to develop, and started to get noticed by boys, but I didn't, so I read some more. My confidence was pretty low, and that's when I came across some psychology books, and it caught my eye, and helped me figure out why I felt the way I did. I was still short, skinny, and, um... " she glanced down at her bountiful chest and grinned, "...flat as a board, but I was feeling better."

"So you were a late bloomer?" I asked. "Me too! I was a tall skinny kid, and got picked on a lot. It took years for me to fill out."

"Well, you filled out nicely," she laughed. "I had this late growth spurt, and blam!...boobs, ass, and 6 inches taller!" She leapt to her feet and spun like a ballerina. She had undone the sash on the robe, allowing it to fly open wide, and display the results of that growth spurt to my appreciative eyes again. She giggled happily, and I feasted on the view. She had the body of my dreams. 

"Blam, blam, thank you Ma'am!" I laughed, and she smacked me on the arm. 

It felt a bit strange talking to her like this. What happened to her within the last two or three years was a distant memory for me, some thirty plus years ago. It pointed out the vast difference in our ages, yet again. I tried not to dwell on it, but I guess it showed on my face. I was jolted back into reality by Christie, sitting gently in my lap, after cinching her robe shut. 

"You're thinking again," she whispered. "Care to share?" 

"I'm not sure...it's not like I can keep a secret from you, is it?" I laughed. "You always seem to know what's going on before I do." 

She waved her fingers in my face, and made a 'wooo, oooo' sound, like she was magical, and laughed. The thing is, to me, she was magical. 

"Okay," I relented. "I'm just feeling old, that's all. You're so young, and beautiful...I just want you to be happy, and do what's best for you. I'm not sure that's me." 

She looked at me sternly, her displeasure clear. 

"Hey, you asked," I said, "I'm just being honest."

"You didn't seem old last night," she said, "all four times! Let me tell you...I was very happy, as you may have noticed."

"Yes, but there is more to life than sex," I laughed. "Jeez, now I sound old!" 

Christie kissed me, then sat quietly, contemplating her next words. Finally, she spoke. 

"I think we're great together, and when I think about a future with you, all I see is happy times. Is it me that you don't want?" There was a quiver of trepidation in her normally confident voice. 

Christie was rubbing off on me. She had taught me more than I could ever tell her, and now I heard her words, loud and clear. Not that many years removed from the skinny, geeky kid with self-esteem issues, those demons were buried, but not dead. How could she possibly think she wasn't desirable? Tall, slender, and possessing curves that most women would kill to own, with an equally attractive face, she was the walking, talking, sucking, fucking embodiment of sex appeal. I would need to make that clear to her. 

Perhaps my own emotional fragility was colouring my interpretation of her first comment. I'd heard something similar before, from my ex, and it had fallen apart...but this was a different woman entirely. Despite our age difference, she had admitted to thoughts about a future with me in it, and that she saw happiness there. That fact went straight to my heart, and overpowered my fears. I determined there and then to dismiss the age thing for good. I only hoped that others would be so kind. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 02



Christie was still sitting in my lap, waiting patiently for a reply. Maybe 'patiently' is a bit optimistic ; I could feel her shaking. This conversation needed relocation, and I scooped her up, heading inside with her in my arms. I placed her gently on the bed, and took a place beside her. She rolled on her side to face me, and I did the same. 

"Darling," I began, letting my heart take the lead, "I want to be absolutely clear about this ; if there's another woman in the world for me, it's you. I couldn't want you more than I already do. Any issues I'm having with our relationship are purely my own insecurities coming to the surface. I promise, I won't bring it up again, because I've thought about the future too, and I want you in it. I think I'm falling for you."

She laid there in silence, while I looked into her eyes. They were moist, and a tear trickled across her cheek. Please be a happy tear, I thought. 

She inched closer, and pressed her lips to mine. It was a happy tear, but she didn't say so in so many words, instead communicating that fact through her kiss. Her hands gripped my hair tightly, holding me close while our tongues wriggled intertwined. She pulled me over on top of her, moaning into my mouth. 

"Please," she whispered, "take me. Please." Her hands clawed at my robe, desperately wrestling with the sash. She reached in and grasped my cock, tugging me into position, while I ripped her robe open. Her ardour was infectious, and I was hard and ready in seconds, pushing into her damp pussy while she guided me in. Her legs wrapped around my waist , and she raked her nails on my back. 

"Fuck me, John...just fuck me! Pound me! Fuck my pussy so hard! I want you!" 

Hmmmm, I'm guessing she wants to be ravaged, I thought. Okay. Fuck the shit out of her. 

I didn't even give it a slow build up ; the foot went to the floor, right away. I was up on my knees, plunging deep into her cunt, slamming my hips into her furiously, and she was all for it, based on her dialogue. She was screeching at the top of her lungs, with the outside bedroom doors wide open, and I found myself briefly concerned that her parents might hear us rutting like animals and recognize her voice. Please, just don't call me by name!

"FUCK! OH GOD YES...LIKE THAT! FUCK ME LIKE THAT! HARDER!...HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER! FUCKING MAKE ME CUM! YES!" 

I suppose it was unlikely that Angela and Ed had heard their daughter in the throes of such passion before, but I decided that I was going to finish us both as quickly as possible, just in case. I hooked my arms under her knees, and spread her wider, raising up higher to get as much leverage as possible. Now I was absolutely crushing into her gaping pussy, pounding her so hard her entire body was bouncing on the mattress. Christie's hair flew wildly about, and her boobs went ballistic, bouncing crazily in time to my thrusts. I love that sight, so it quickly brought me to the brink. Thankfully, I didn't need to hold back, as she had already reached her peak. 

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! SO FUCKING GOOD! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, then felt me spewing hot semen inside her. "OH shit! YES! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FILL ME UP, BABY!" 

I was totally spent, gasping for air, and resting heavily on top of her. She was also breathing hard, and her hair was glued to her sweaty forehead. Her eyes seemed to be moving independent of each other, unfocused, but still the most beautiful eyes in the world. We stayed entangled this way for several minutes, until I gathered enough energy to dismount. As I pulled my shrivelled dick from her pussy's warm embrace, I watched my cum dribble slowly out of her. Such a sight, that pretty, perfectly smooth vagina, gaping open in memory of its recent intruder, dripping with our combined juices. I flopped down beside her. 

"That," she breathed, slightly hoarse from screaming, "was...un...fucking...believable!" A few moments of silence ensued, before she continued. "I'm falling for you, too," she whispered, turning her head and smiling weakly at me. "I'm not sure if I'll live through it," she laughed, "but I'm definitely having fun!" She kissed me, and we snuggled in each other's arms, wrapped in our robes and the sheets. 

I woke a couple of hours later, still held firm in her loving embrace. The dogs had joined us, bookending our formation, and snoring contentedly. I kissed her softly, and watched her eyes flicker open. So blue, so clear...they were the eyes I wanted to see every morning, for the rest of my life. 

"So, darling," I began, smiling at her, "What are you going to do when I'm gone? I mean...I figure I'm good for another thirty years or so...maybe longer if you don't fuck me to death, so you should be about my age, give or take. Are you planning to remarry?" In order to remarry, you must first marry. Hint hint. Her response told me all was good between us. 

"Well, yeah...of course," she laughed. "I mean, I figure to be the hot MILF type, so that's when I'll get me a young stud. You know, some twenty year old with a big dick who wants to use me for sex, while I'm using him for sex. See, I'll have a guy my age, when I want a guy my age. As long as you're here, and until then, I want you." Her smile was back to its usual brilliance, as was her wit. 

Part joke, part truth, with a sprinkling of love on the side. I noticed that she didn't hesitate at the prospect of being married. Despite my past, and the pain it brought, I still wanted a wife. Call me old fashioned. 

A few minutes later, we were in the shower together. Cleanliness can be fun. Christie's body was very dirty, so I lathered her up and scrubbed every inch with my bare hands. Then I did it again, just in case I missed a spot the first time. Purely trying to stay clean, you understand. I swear. 

***

It was mid afternoon, and the sun was warm and strong. I was laying on a lounge next to the pool, wearing shorts. Christie was gliding back and forth in the pool, and her choice of bathing suit was the little black bikini that she had shown me via selfie text, months ago. She looked fabulous in it, at least partly because more of her was out of it than in. 

She swam into the shallows near me, laying on her back. Her boobs shook with every twitch of her arms , floating independent of her body, very nearly out of the tiny swatches of nylon that held them. 

"Honey? Can we go out tonight?" she asked quietly. She knew that her parents could be just on the other side of the fence, especially now that it was warmer out. At least it was a tall fence, and lined with shrubbery that made peeking difficult. "I feel like pizza, maybe a movie , too?"

"Sure baby," I replied. "Just say when." My eyes were closed, and my arm across my face, blocking out the bright sun. I heard water swishing, then felt familiar hands caressing my crotch. 

"Honey?" she asked, continuing to fondle and rub my dick. A bulge was forming rapidly. 

"Mmmmm hmmm?" I answered. 

"I'm horny again. May I? Please?" Her hands tugged at the waist of my shorts. 

"You're insatiable! Alright, let's go inSIIIIIDE!" I gasped in surprise. Her mouth was already sucking my cock, and I hadn't moved from my sunbathing position at all. "Or, we could just do it here." 

"Mmmmm. Thuc' a nith coc'," she mumbled, her mouth full. "Tho bi' an' hahd."

I laid back, immobile, still with my arm across my face, while Christie slurped and stroked my pole to full mast. After a few minutes, her mouth stopped its suction, but her hand stayed in place. Then I felt the warm wetness of her pussy, as she lowered herself onto me. 

"Oh shit, baby, your pussy is fantastic," I groaned. I sat up, pulling the lounge back up with me. She had pulled her bikini bottom aside, and was grinding herself to the hilt as I repositioned myself. 

"That cock of yours isn't exactly chopped liver," she moaned back. "God, I love it." 

I watched her skewer herself, rising and falling with slow, steady strokes. Her head was tilted back, eyes shut tight, lips pulled into a snarl of lust. Her nipples poked at the fabric of her bikini top, and I reached out to caress her breasts softly. 

"Mmmmm, yes," she sighed as my hands gripped her globes. "I love the way you touch my boobs. It really turns me on." 

I slid the fabric cups aside, uncovering her tits, and thumbing her nipples. Another moan of enjoyment was heard. When I pinched them, she gasped, but never altered her pace, fucking herself firmly. For several minutes, she continued, while I played with her melons, occasionally dipping my head to suck them gently. I was doing so, when her hand found the back of my head. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" she hissed, "that's it baby...suck my tits while I cum!" Scarcely had she said it when I felt her body tense, and shudder. She panted, but stayed otherwise mute, lest her orgasm be overheard. She took a deep breath and leaned softly against me. 

"Shit that was good," she whispered. "I don't know which is better ; a screamer, or a quiet one. Maybe the possibility of getting caught adds to the fun." 

I decided to save my fun for later. I had a feeling she wasn't done playing yet. 

***

Evening arrived. Other than having to be careful when we left, everything was great. It was all very cloak and dagger, with Christie ducking down until we were clear, because it wouldn't do to get caught, by her parents, with her in the car. Not yet, anyway. 

We were seated in the back of the restaurant, chatting idly, totally relaxed. It was, technically, our first date, as it were...but felt like we'd been together for years...and I viewed that as a good thing. It seemed like she did too. Thank god she wasn't a vegan or something equally restrictive, as I couldn't do without meat, and I didn't want to do without her. The large double cheese, double pepperoni pan pizza never knew what hit it. 

I don't know where she put it, but she matched me, slice for slice. I was smiling at her, and she read my expression. 

"Orgasms give me an appetite," she shrugged. 

"So I see," I laughed. "And yet you keep your girlish figure!" My eyes blatantly caressed her sumptuous curves again, and she smiled as they did. "Perhaps there's a book in there somewhere." She snorted in laughter. 

"Right! Not Atkins...but the 'Fuck Me' diet! How to lose weight and develop a permanent smile, with ten easy orgasms a day!"

"Ten?! Easy?!" I gasped. "Shit, I'd better order more pizza! Maybe some Viagra too!"

"Well, we'll work our way up to ten," she giggled. "It's a multi year diet."

Multi year diet? I liked the sound of that, assuming I was part of it through completion. 

"How many years are we talking about, here?" I asked, grinning hopefully. 

"Oh, I don't know," she whispered, looking away self consciously. "You said something like thirty, didn't you? Sounds like a good start to me." As she finished the sentence, her eyes wandered back to mine, and her smile erupted again. 

Quite the first date, indeed. 

After the pizza, we walked arm in arm out to my car. Standing beside it, Christie wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. It was nice and dark in the parking lot, and I took advantage of it, grabbing her big tits through her sweater with one hand while she sucked on my tongue. My other hand landed on her firm ass. She had dressed in her sexy best for tonight ; a snug black skirt that ended mid thigh, with a classic white sweater that clung to her chest like glue. It didn't show her cleavage, but sure made her tits look wonderful. High heels brought her to nearly my height, and made this kiss comfortable for both of us. We were moaning and pawing each other excitedly, and I wondered if a stand-up quickie was coming, but she had other ideas. 

She pushed me back against the car, and dropped out of sight, squatting on her heels and reaching into my pants to free my dick. Lost in the depths of the shadows, she sucked me hard, using her mouth and hands in a complex choreography of suction, twisting strokes and tongue action. This was obviously not meant to prepare me for action ; her intent was to drain my balls down her throat, and she was very good at it. A quiet 'gawk, gawk, gawk' sound drifted on the night breeze as she bobbed her head furiously. 

Another couple came out of the restaurant, and started in our direction. I suppose I would be more accurate saying 'in my direction', since Christie was hidden in the shadows between the cars. I felt my panic rising, along with my excitement level, as they turned, weaving through the parked vehicles, and moving closer. 

SHIT! Please don't let them be parked next to me! I thought. This could get very embarrassing, very quickly. I tried to see if he looked like an SUV guy, and might be the owner of the one giving us cover. 

Thankfully, they stopped three or four cars away, too far to see anything, and too far to hear Christie's lips slurping wetly along my shaft. They pulled out of the lot just as I gushed into her mouth, grunting a muted howl of pleasure. She sucked me clean, tucked me back into my pants, and stood up, a mischievous grin on her face. I leaned against the car for support, trying to get my legs to stop shaking, after my second blowjob of the day. 

"We'd better get going, or we'll be late," she laughed. "Maybe I should drive. You look a little wobbly." 

"I can't imagine why," I gasped, still recovering my breath. 

"Me neither. I feel fine," she said, straight faced. "Now I feel like popcorn, since you've already...popped." The grin was back. 

I just dropped the keys in her outstretched hand, and took the passenger seat unsteadily. 

***

Last night's movie had been one of those 'human spirit triumphs over adversity' stories, and I had enjoyed it greatly, partly because of the company. Included in the story was a love interest, between two people that conventional society says shouldn't be together. Knowing Christie, I doubted that it was an accident. I got the message, either way. 

When we arrived home, she dragged me outside for another skinny dip in the cold night air. Okay, 'dragged' isn't being fair...It makes it sound like I was a reluctant participant, about as far from the truth as possible. She invited me, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see her naked. It reminded me of the night I first saw her in the buff, a pleasant memory for sure. 

There was something ethereal about being in the pool with her at night like this. With the underwater lights on, the whole pool glowed softly, as did the fog that formed a the surface of the warm water. It was magical, and the water evaporating from her body made her even more beautiful. 

Necking in the pool led to necking in bed, then a vigorous fucking session, followed by another in the middle of the night, but just one this evening. It appeared I had finally found the balance of satisfaction with Christie, but I'd lost count along the way, so I wasn't sure how many orgasms it took daily to keep her happy. Maybe there's an app for that? 

Waking with her in my arms in the morning was getting to be a very enjoyable habit, but I knew it was going to be coming to an end, temporarily at least, quite soon. That being said, I decided to savour every moment that presented itself. 

We slept late. Every time I woke up, I'd watch her sleeping so peacefully in my arms. It felt so right. Then I'd fall back to sleep, and dream happy dreams a while longer. Even the dogs seemed to be more content, and they let us slumber undisturbed. 

It was about 10am when we finally reached the limit of canine patience, and breakfast was demanded. There was no getting around it, so we all got up. 

Christie did the cooking this morning. Since my menu items were on the limited side, the fare was the same as yesterday. I readily admit that her version was much tastier than mine, but she was much tastier too, so it should come as no surprise. 

My robe looked very good on her, but it looked better on the bedroom floor, which is where it was just after breakfast was finished. We were back under the sheets, rolling around passionately, taking turns being on top. She was there now, and her juicy pussy was sliding smoothly up and down my shaft. 

"So, you're coming to Thanksgiving dinner at my house, right?" she asked. 

"I prefer to think of it as your parents' house," I said, gently cupping her boobs. "This is your house...our house."

"Thank you," she said, "but you know what I mean." 

"Yes. I am coming to dinner. Turkey, football, the whole deal," I replied. "A bit nervous about it, too." That made her stop her ride. 

"Nervous? Why? You've been to dinner plenty of times," she queried. 

"Yes," I concurred, "but never since we've been together. I feel dishonest, pretending we're not, well... " I squeezed her breasts again, and pushed my hips up, bouncing her on my cock, "...doing what we're doing, while I eat at their table. I know you're going to deal with them, when the time is right, and I'm not suggesting you rush it. I'm just curious about your plans."

"Oh," she smiled, picking up the rhythm again, "that's easy. The 'when' is still undetermined, but the 'what' is history. My dad is much older than my mom, too. They can hardly get pissed about us doing the same thing they did."

"I've found that logic gets fuzzy when children are involved," I laughed. "How much older?" I asked. Ed didn't look that old. 

"Twelve years. Dad was 32, and mom was 20 when they got married. I came along about a year later." She was smoothly skewering herself while conversing. 

I did the math, and was surprised that it made me one year younger than her father. Almost two. Of course, that just meant that I was old enough to be her father, too. There was a big difference between 12 years and 30. 12 years was a fraction of her life ; 30 was a multiple. I hoped I wasn't being overly negative. 

In the meantime, I was quite happy to watch as Christie brought herself to a gut-wrenching orgasm of epic proportions, bouncing eagerly on my cock and screaming at the top of her lungs. 

At least the doors were shut this time. 

***

In the early afternoon, her phone rang ;it was Angela, calling her daughter's dorm. Of course, if she'd known her daughter was right next door, and laying stark naked on my bed, having just finished riding my cock to an orgasm, I'm sure the conversation would have had a different tone altogether. As it was, they were chit-chatting about nothing in particular, just typical mother-daughter stuff, and I saw the opportunity to return the favour for her parking lot blowjob last night. 

She was lying on her stomach, perched on her elbows , when I snuck up behind her, and gave her a big lick. It was mostly on her ass, causing her butt cheeks to clench tight, and her free hand to flail behind her, trying to stop me. She rolled on her side and mouthed "It's my mother" at me. 

I grabbed her ankles, and whispered "I know" back, then wrenched her legs apart, forcing her onto her back. I dove between her thighs, and she giggled softly. Oops. 

"Oh yeah, sorry Mom," she said trying to control her voice while she tried to push my head away from her pussy. "I just saw something funny on TV. I'll turn it off." She smacked me on the head, but only succeeded in turning up the speed of my tongue, which was burrowing happily into her snatch. 

I must admit, she did very well, multitasking wise, but that's what women are good at, isn't it? Her hand was no longer pushing me away, having taken the opposite tack, now holding me close. Somehow, despite the fact that I was sucking and flicking her clit like a madman, she managed to maintain the flow of conversation with minimal pauses. 

"Yeah, I agree," she said. I couldn't hear the other end of the call, but her sentences seemed complete. I'd have to try harder. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 02



I added a finger to the mix, then another, gently probing deep into her pussy, while maintaining my assault on her clit. Her breathing was picking up, which told me I was getting to her. Of course, there were other indicators ; her nipples standing tall, and her pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second. 

"Yes, well, there's a bakery, um, nearby where I usually...get, um, bagels. I can look there for you," she replied. "No problem, everyone wants...traditional...pumpkin, so they should, um, have lots of...apple pies." Her hips were undulating, and she was pushing my face deeper into her cunt, but she was holding up remarkably. Hmmm, how about this. 

I pressed my thumb against her tight little starfish, which was quite wet with her dripping juices, and she stopped talking altogether. I pressed harder, and the tip of it slipped in slightly, spreading the tight ring open. I pressed more, and slid in to the knuckle. 

"Oh shit!" she gasped. Aha! Explain that one to Mom! "Sorry, I, uh...I just thought of something I need to...do before I ...come...home today. Can we talk...um, later?...Great. See you about 8. Bye."

She had hardly turned the phone off, when it hit her. It took a tongue and lips on her clit, two fingers up her pussy, and a thumb up her ass, but I had overridden her natural ability to multitask. She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed, while her cunt tried to crush my fingers and drown me at the same time, gushing hot, delicious juice into my mouth. Her little asshole seemed to be trying to expel my thumb at the same time as it was pulling it deeper. She kept cumming, shrieking unintelligible words into the pillow. Finally she pulled the pillow away. 

"Oh fuck! Takeitouttakeitouttakeitouttakeitout! Take it OUT!" she gasped, finally relaxing when I did so, pulling both my fingers and thumb from their respective holes. "Oh shit, thank you!" 

She was flushed a bright pink, and breathing heavily, looking pretty devastated. 

"I'm sorry, baby," I said, concerned. "I didn't mean to hurt you." 

"Hurt me?" she asked, panting. "HURT ME?! My god, I've never felt anything like that before in my life! Next time you're going to make me cum like that, give me a week to prepare!" 

"So it was good? You like it when I play with your ass?"

"Um, YEAH!" she giggled. "No one else ever has, so I didn't know what I was missing, but now that I do...Wow!" 

We laid there quietly for a few minutes, then Christie spoke up. 

"Okay, so we've established that I'm anal, in a good way," she laughed. "Also, you owe my Mother two apple pies, because I'm not driving all the way back to school just to get them from the bakery there. That's what you get for eating me while I'm on the phone."

"It was worth it," I answered, smiling at her. 

"Yeah. It was," she whispered, smiling back. 

***

Okay, so the plan that we had for the rest of the afternoon would have to be altered slightly, to accommodate the addition of two apple pies. 

Originally, we had planned to drive separately to a restaurant, have a nice dinner together, then head home. One of us, likely me, would take the long way, and Christie would turn into her parents driveway, arriving home after her long, 6 hour drive from school, that took 20 minutes. 

All of that would have taken place under cover of darkness. Now, we needed to get the pies, and the bakery nearby closed at 6, so we'd have to leave before sunset. 

We decided to lounge around the pool until we had to leave. She decided to do it naked, which nearly resulted in more bedroom time, but like I said before, there's more to life than sex...there's also naked conversation around the pool. 

Christie packed up her stuff, except for a few items, like the black bikini, which she left for future visits. She was standing by the French doors of the bedroom when I came out of the bathroom, dressed to go out. 

"You'll leave this door unlocked tonight, right?" she asked, slinking over to kiss me softly. "I might want to come over for a swim after my 'long' drive," she smiled. "A swim...or something better, and more fun." 

"The door will be open," I replied, "and my heart." I kissed her back. 

About a half hour later, I went for a walk outside, along my driveway, out to the road. I was watching for Christie's parents, who were not to be seen, so far at least. I took position in the greenery between their house and mine, with my phone in hand. 

Clear, I typed. 

The garage door opened, and Christie drove out, rolling down the driveway. From my position in the bushes by the road, I could see the traffic situation. There was one car coming from the right. 

Slow. 1 right. 

The car passed by, leaving an empty road in both directions. 

Go. All clear. 

She didn't even stop, rounding onto the street smoothly. Her hand extended above the roof of the car, and she wiggled her fingers at me. Before I made it out of the bushes, my phone buzzed. 

"Thanks, baby," she laughed, when I answered it. "You feed the dogs, I'll get the pies, and I'll meet you at the restaurant. Drive safe. I Love You." The phone clicked off. 

I stood there, stunned. She said it. 'I'm falling for you' had been replaced by something more tangible...something more in the present tense. She said it. 'I Love You'. 

If I had security cameras, they would have recorded me dancing, skipping, and generally behaving like a teenager who just got lucky. I was ecstatic. Fortunately, I don't have security cameras, so I could be happy, and not worry about being embarrassed at a later date when the footage inevitably surfaced. 

I beat Christie to the restaurant by almost two minutes. Tonight's choice was seafood, one of my favourites. I was just settling into my seat when she walked in. 

"So, about where are you now?" I asked, referring to the long, arduous drive she was currently making from school. She smiled and checked her watch. 

"Let's see," she laughed, "about two hours out, I'm probably almost to the McDonald's where I usually stop to pee, and get a milkshake." 

"Well, I hope you are driving safely," I added. 

"Oh yes," she whispered, smiling at me and leaning closer. "The last time I made the drive, I was a little nervous, and very, very horny. I'm afraid I spent most of the trip with only one hand on the wheel..." she blushed, "...if you get my meaning."

I had a delicious image of her, driving like a bat out of hell down the freeway, with one hand jammed down her jeans, furiously masturbating. 

"I'm much more relaxed now. Thank you, Sweetheart. I've really had fun the last day or so," she added. 

"The feeling is mutual," I answered. "I love you too. I would have said so earlier, but you hung up too quickly." 

"Yes, well, sorry about that. The hanging up part...I meant what I said."

"Me too," I said. "I've never had a long distance relationship before. I've never had one with my neighbour's daughter before, either. Now I have both, at the same time."

She was dressed as she was when she arrived at my house, in her travel clothes; jeans and a t-shirt. I remembered removing these clothes a couple of days ago. Now, I sat, watching her as she perused the menu. Her body was mature beyond her years, so she could pass for a few years older, and she had said that I looked younger than I was, so perhaps, to the casual observer, the gap between us may have reduced to twenty years. 

I know...I'm rationalizing, right. Maybe. You fall in love with a goddess thirty years younger than you, then come tell me what to do. Until then, keep your judgements to yourself. 

Dinner was lovely, but quiet. We both knew tonight was going to be lonely. 

When we went out to our cars, the moment finally arrived. I held her tight, unwilling to end our embrace, but knowing it must end for now. We weren't ready to be public yet. 

"Don't forget," she whispered, as she climbed into her car, "Leave the door open for me. I will be coming for a swim...and then I'll be cumming!" A wink and a kiss, then taillights disappearing into the darkness. 

***

I was laying awake, awaiting my visitor. It was nearly eleven, and I had employed the strategy used by countless children on Christmas Eve ; go to bed early, and sleep off the hours of eager anticipation before the arrival of the presents. 

Yeah, it didn't work, so I'd been laying there in the dark for about two and a half hours, my mind running amok with images of Christie's spectacular body, and the pleasures it had given me. Those images had a predictable effect on me, or rather my cock. Hard doesn't even begin to describe it. It took all my will not to jerk off. 

The door squeaked, and she appeared like a dream before me. Her robe fell silently from her shoulders, and she slid wordlessly into bed, kissing me passionately. Her hand found my dick. 

"Jesus! I guess I don't have to ask if you missed me!" she giggled, rolling onto her back. "Please?" 

My cock found its home to be every bit as wet as it was warm. I obviously wasn't the only one who'd spent the last few hours reliving things. 

It was a fast, frenzied, frenetic fuck, pure wanton lust and need, devoid of the gentle caring that I wanted our future to be, but exactly what we both needed right now. I pounded her pussy with remorseless fury, while she held tight and absorbed my thrusts in near silent bliss. When she did speak, her voice was a smoky rasp of desire. 

"Oh god... Yes darling, I love you, so much!...Please fuck me...fuck me so hard, with that big cock!" 

I did, and she bit my shoulder to muffle her orgasmic cries. Moments later, her pussy was flooded by my own climax, a huge load of spunk that overflowed, and dripped from her swollen cunt. 

She slipped silently from the bed a few minutes later, and closed the door as she left, returning to her parents' home, for now. 

***

"I like your new hair, honey," Angela said, feeling her daughter's strawberry-blonde waves. 

"Thanks Mom. I did it to surprise my new boyfriend," Christie replied, keeping a straight face despite my being in the room. I liked the title. 

"Oh really? Is he in one of your classes, this new man in your life?" Angela asked, with motherly curiosity. 

"No, more of a lab partner, really. We bounce ideas off each other. You'd like him. I think you would have him over for dinner," Christie answered. 

Jesus, girl... Why don't you just tell them we've been in bed together?! I thought, trying not to let my cringe show. Then she turned to me, getting me involved in the game. 

"You see," she began, explaining herself, "Mom and Dad always had this thing about my boyfriends. If we wouldn't 'have him over for dinner', he wasn't going to be my boyfriend for long. Kind of a character judgement." She smiled as I squirmed inside. At least I qualified, as this was easily the tenth time I'd been over for dinner. Most of those had been during Christie's absence at school, but I guess they still counted. 

Thankfully, that particular topic of conversation ground to a halt. The turkey was almost ready, so Ed and I were called to the table. Since it was just the four of us, Mom and Dad took the ends of the medium sized rectangular table, which put Christie and myself across from each other. 

Both ladies were nicely dressed, and as Angela put the delicious looking bird on the table, she gave me a peek at her equally delicious cleavage. It was innocent enough, just a byproduct of her pretty silk blouse. Christie took it as a challenge, and when she followed her mother in with the gravy and bread, she leaned well across the table, rearranging the items, and wagging her lightly restrained boobs at me in the open neck of her own silk top for longer than decorum would allow. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Ed had his head turned, still watching the football game on TV, and Angela had returned to the kitchen. 

Christie, still leaning over and showing me her tits, squeezed her upper arms together, maximizing her display of teasing cleavage with a mischievous grin. She heard her mother coming back, and ended the titillating behaviour, standing up. A parting wink, and she went to get more food from the kitchen as well. 

"Thank you so much for inviting me tonight, Angela. It would have been just me, the dogs, and a pizza, I fear," I said quietly. 

"You're very welcome," she replied, placing the veggies on the table. "We all have so much to be thankful for, good neighbours included." 

I hope you still feel that way when you find out what's been happening between your daughter and I, I thought. I am quite thankful for your daughter's love. 

We all took our seats, and said grace. Not my thing, but it wasn't my house, or my table, so I played along, taking the opportunity, while everyone's eyes were closed, to take a peek at Christie's tits. After the leaning cleavage trick, she had done a few hard sits, which made those luscious orbs bounce as she adjusted her chair. Now, those same globes were resting on the edge of the table. While I watched, she pressed her upper arms in, squeezing her boobs tightly together again, swelling upward. She knew I'd be watching. Little vixen. 

I almost choked when I felt her foot, rubbing on the inside of my calf. Cliché as it is, she was playing footsie with me under the table. Or...she might have something more in mind, because the foot is still headed north, and just passed my knee. 

Looking across the table, Christie's face gave no indication that she was currently trying to drive me insane. She ate her food, looking at her Mom and Dad quite innocently, while her soft, sexy foot wormed its way higher, and higher, only stopping when it made contact with the hard bulge that she had caused in my crotch. I saw a brief flicker of a smile tickle her lips. She was a wicked little tease, but she was worth enduring the torture. 

I lifted my napkin from my lap, and dabbed my lips. With my other hand, I reached down and grasped her foot. Across the table, Christie's fork paused on the way to her mouth. She glanced quickly, out of the corners of her eyes, at her parents. I pulled her foot tighter, dragging her forward on her chair, and a small grin formed on her lips. She wiggled her toes, and I put the napkin back on my lap, hiding her foot from view. 

I let her have her fun throughout dinner. Ironically, it was her mother that made her stop. 

"Christie, could you please get the desert from the kitchen?" Angela asked. 

"Of course, Mom," she replied, deftly retracting her foot and sliding her chair back. "Two apple pies, coming up." 

"She got them from a bakery near her school," Angela said, with no clue how wrong she was. "They're supposed to be good." 

Christie came back in, with a pie in each hand, and a wry grin on her face. What Mom didn't know wouldn't hurt us. 

The pies were very good. While we were having a second slice, Christie spoke up. 

"Mr. Reynolds, would it be okay if I came over to visit the dogs later?" she asked, innocently. "I haven't seen them for so long. I miss those cute faces."

"I'm sure they'd love to see you too," I replied, somehow holding back the laugh that her act nearly caused. "Please. Call me John." Or Sweetheart, baby, honey, lover... 

With the meal complete, we sat around the table gabbing for another hour or so, before I excused myself, said my goodnights, and went home. 

Christie was fifteen minutes behind me. 

***

When she arrived, Christie was dressed in casual clothes, having changed out of her Sunday best, for dog fur reasons. That's the story, and we're sticking to it. 

Those casual clothes were now strewn casually all around the bedroom, and she was tall in the saddle, riding my cock for all she was worth. Her boobs were flying as wildly as her hair, and the look in her eyes revealed the extreme urges that had gripped her all day. Seconds later, she grunted through another orgasm, her third in the last fifteen minutes, and her motions slowed to a halt. I grabbed her ass, and rolled us over. 

"Uhn, fuck, yes...fuck me baby!" she hissed. 

I was pretty close, so I was going to be doing that, with or without her permission. I plunged deep into her cunt, over and over, fucking her hard, until I felt the tide rising in my balls. I pulled out, and sprayed my cum all over her, then crashed beside her. 

"So, honey," she laughed, finally getting her breathing under control. "my Mom was lecturing me, before I came over here tonight, about taking advantage of your hospitality." 

"Really?" I asked, opening my eyes and trying to focus. 

"Yeah, she's worried that I'm using your pool too much." She was scraping my cum up and licking her fingers. 

"That's ridiculous," I laughed. "I mean, you've hardly used the pool at all, since you started using my dick." 

"I know!" 

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Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 03



The relationship between Christie and John continues. 

All characters are over the age of eighteen, and consenting adults. 

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A tongue woke me up. 

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but no. That tongue was hours away, in her dorm room, probably asleep. This tongue had four feet, and didn't understand why his new favourite human, the pretty one that gave great hugs, wasn't here today. 

"Okay Baron, that's enough," I grumbled to him as he stood over me on the bed. "I miss Christie too, but we're going to have to do without her until Christmas, I guess." It was less than a month away, but having had her in my bed quite often lately...daily, in fact...it was something of a cold turkey withdrawal. That month was going to seem awfully long. Phone sex was just a painful reminder of how much better she was in person. 

Little did I know that events were conspiring that might make our separation even longer. 

I settled back into my routine, which I thought was pretty much the norm. You know... wake, work, home, eat, sleep, repeat. Sprinkle in dealing with two beagles, but other than that, totally normal. 

Well, there is just one other thing. The sexy goddess, thirty years younger than me, daughter of my next door neighbours, who likes to fuck me unconscious. She also likes phone sex, naked selfies, and testing my sanity with suggestive texts. I would respond to them in kind, but with my technological expertise, I'd probably send it to everyone on my contact list, most of whom are not really interested in what my hard dick looks like. 

The weekend after Christie went back to school...only three weeks to go, wahoo!...I was out in my backyard, when I heard a voice from over the fence. 

"Hello? John? Are you outside?" Angela asked. 

"Yes, Angela. What can I do for you?" I called back. 

"Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you, in private," she said. "Can I come over?" 

"Yes, of course, neighbour. Come over whenever you want," I said. This wasn't the first time she had come over to chat, but there was something about her choice of words that made this visit more unnerving. 'Need to talk' is sinister. 

***

"Do you have something you want to tell me, John?" Angela asked, once the small talk and pleasantries were dispensed with. 

"I don't think so," I replied, wondering what she was fishing for. "Nothing new to report." 

"You're sure? Nothing to do with my daughter?" 

Her eyes gave nothing away. She had quite the poker face. Still, she could just be yanking my chain, to see what I coughed up. Maybe if I gave her something, she'd stop probing. 

"Well, if it's about her using the pool, I told her she could use it as much as she wanted," I said, trying not to look nervous. 

"That's fine, but it's not what I'm asking." She leveled her gaze at me again. "John?" 

"I'm sorry, Angela. I don't follow you," I laughed, hoping I could throw her off by appearing casual. It didn't work. 

"I know Christie was here last week," she said bluntly, "and I want to know why." 

Okay, she didn't say she knew why, I thought. She's still fishing, but she must suspect something is going on. Maybe she heard Christie screaming that day, when the doors were open? No, that can't be it. If she heard that, there could be no doubt what was going on, and I'm sure she wouldn't have waited ten days to bring it up. Did she see us leaving together in the car? No. Christie was hidden before I even opened the garage door. How the hell did she know anything? 

"Of course she was here," I said, misdirecting again. "She was home for Thanksgiving. She came over to use the pool every night." Please, please, please. Let it go. 

"Yes she was...from Wednesday night on. So why was she here on Tuesday?" 

"Shouldn't you be asking your daughter these questions?" I asked, desperation kicking in. I know it wasn't very gallant, but I was panicking a bit. My worst nightmare was rearing its head. 

"Yes, and I will, but I'm asking you right now." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and giving me a serious stare. It also gave me a serious peek down her top, but I tried not to look. Well, not to get caught looking, anyway. 

"John, what's going on between you and Christie? Please tell me," she demanded. 

"What makes you think she was here Tuesday?" I asked, unwilling to concede that we were busted. 

Angela reached into her pocket, and pulled out her cell phone. She tapped the screen a few times, then turned it to face me. It said 'FamTrack'. 

Oh. Shit. 

"When we got Christie her new phone, before she went to school, I installed this app on my phone. It tracks her location. See the dot?" she asked. It clearly showed she was at school. "I just wanted to keep an eye on her, I don't like her being so far away, all alone. Anyway, when the application installed its latest update, it added a new feature." She tapped the screen, and when she turned it for me to see, the single dot had been replaced by a line of dots. 

"Now it logs her location every six hours, as well as her current position, for the last ten days," she said, touching the screen again, to zoom in, "and this dot says she was here Tuesday."

Fucking technology! I cursed inside. You mean to tell me we got fingered by some 99¢ application on a cell phone, that just happened to update at the worst time possible? If it had waited a day, it would have started logging on Wednesday, and we'd be clear. 

"Is Christie having trouble at school? Was she hiding out here, to avoid telling us why she was home early?" Angela's face conveyed motherly concern. I prayed mine didn't show the shocked relief that I was feeling at her misinterpretation of the information. 

"I promised her I wouldn't say anything," I said, which was true, although for different reasons. "Yes, she was here, but you'd better get the whole story from her. All I can tell you is that she's not in trouble, and not to worry." 

"Well, thank you for that, but I can't really confront her with this," Angela said quietly. "She doesn't know that I'm tracking her phone. I'm sure she'd have a fit, and it's not that I don't trust her...it's just that she's my baby, and I worry. Mom stuff. You don't have kids, do you John?" 

"No, I don't," I answered, breathing easier. The little lie was less damning than the big truth would be. "I can understand how you feel, though. My dogs have chips in them, just in case." 

"Now there's an idea!" she laughed, putting her phone away. "I wonder if I could get one of those for her?" She stood up and started to walk toward the back gate. "Thanks, John. I feel better."

You and me both, I thought. I doubt it would be the case if you knew what we were really doing. 

"No problem, Angela. Nice talking to you," I said, as she closed the gate behind her. I exhaled, a long, slow release of pressure. That was too fucking close. 

I rested for a few minutes, letting my pulse drop below hummingbird levels, then went inside, and picked up my phone. My hands were still shaking a bit, but I managed to quell the quivering digits and get my words across. 

Were your ears just burning? I typed into my phone, because your mother just grilled me about your whereabouts last Tuesday. 

There was a delay, then a reply. WHAT!? OMG! 

Another pause, then How could she know?, followed rapidly by What did you tell her? 

Relax baby. We're cool. I'll tell you all about it tonight when you call. Just thought you should know. Don't worry. I replied, wondering why I sent the message in the first place. I had just scared the shit out of her for no reason. There was nothing she could do from where she was.

***

Our conversation that night was understandably tense. Christie was worried, as was I, and she was also a little pissed that her Mom had bugged her phone. 

"I know it's only because she loves me, but it's an invasion of privacy," she grumbled. "And I can't even be mad at her about it, or she'll know you told me, and wonder how much we've been talking, and what we're talking about. I don't know anything, officially."

"That about covers it," I said. "If she does ask, what are you going to tell her? Just so we're on the same page, if she corners me."

"I don't know, but I'll let you know if she does. Until then, your silence is appreciated," she said quietly. 

"Hey, I'm saving my own ass, too," I laughed. "Who do you think they'd kill first? Their own daughter...so pure and innocent, and six hours away...or the dirty old man right next door?" 

"Pure and innocent, huh?" she giggled. "What are you wearing?" 

That's my girl. Even in the face of adversity, she can still make my dick twitch. 

"The same as you, I assume. Absolutely nothing," I whispered. 

"Ooooooo, goodie! Now, tell me what you want to do to me, my love..." she breathed. 

***

I opened the front door, and was surprised to see Angela. Also terrified. Twice in two days, this couldn't be good. 

"So, John, I've been thinking a lot about our conversation yesterday," she said, walking straight in. I closed the door and followed her. She stopped in the kitchen, and sat at the table. I sat down, too. 

"It occurs to me that my daughter seems to have taken quite the interest in your dogs and your pool," she said, staring at me again. "That could be nothing, or it could be the real reason is something else entirely. It could be she's taken an interest in something else here. I know she's an incorrigible flirt..."

I could feel the blood draining from my face. She was on the right trail this time, and I didn't know if I could take too much interrogation before I cracked. 

"John?" she asked. 

"Yes Angela?" I said. My voice croaked a bit. 

"I really, don't want to ask this question. My daughter is a grown woman, and she's never been one to make decisions lightly. What she does and who she does it with is her own affair..." I cringed inside at her choice of words, "...but, I need to ask you, anyway."

I held my breath. This was not the way I pictured this going. I thought my darling was going to divulge this information, when she was ready. At the very least, I thought she'd be present. 

"Are you having sex with my daughter?" she asked, straight up, no more pussy footing around. 

So this is what a stroke feels like. I said nothing, just looked at her silently. I promised Christie I wouldn't tell anyone, and I was going to keep that promise. 

"Oh my god. You are!" she gasped, sitting back in her chair, her hand over her mouth in shock. "You bastard!" 

She stood up abruptly and walked over to the window by the sink, her back to me. I was suddenly happy that all my kitchen knives were in a drawer, not out on the counter in a block, where they could be easily accessed and plunged into my chest. 

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't have called you that. I shouldn't have even asked you the question in the first place, and now I wish I hadn't even installed that stupid app on my phone. I liked it better when I was ignorant of my daughter's love life."

"Would it help to know that it is exactly that?" I broke my silence. "A love life, not just a sex life?"

"Really?" she asked, turning to face me again. There was some relief on her face, but also concern. "I'm glad, but it brings up new problems." 

"Yes, I know. I've had that conversation with Christie, but she doesn't care about age," I replied. "Apparently, she has a role model." I didn't point at her, but my gaze never wavered. 

"Me?" she gasped. "Well, yes but...I mean, Ed's not that much...um...dammit! Dammit! Fucking dammit!" She drooped her head, defeated. "Son of a fucking bitch!" 

She stood there, looking at my kitchen floor for a minute, breathing quietly. I didn't say a word. 

"You love her?" she asked, barely audible, despite the silence in the room. 

"Yes," I replied. My voice was steady. I was no longer nervous, and I wanted her to know I was serious. "I don't have to tell you what a remarkable young woman you've raised. You should be proud."

"I am, I am," she whispered. "She loves you, too?" 

"I have to take her at her word, so yes," I answered. 

"Okay then," she said, looking at me again. "We never had this conversation. I don't know anything, and I won't even ask about that mysterious Tuesday before Thanksgiving. What the two of you do is up to you, but please don't let my husband find out. For a while, at least. I don't know how he'll take it." She pushed off the counter and started to walk out, then paused. 

"It goes without saying..." she warned. 

"Yes Ma'am," I laughed, before getting serious. "No pregnancies, and never hurt your little girl."

"Fair enough," she said, and left. I heard the door open, then close. 

Oh boy. Tonight's phone call was going to be a doozy. 

***

"She WHAT?!" Christie gasped. 

"You heard me," I said. "I think it's good news, honey. She trusts your judgement. Maybe she can even be of help when the time comes to tell your Dad."

"Like how?" she asked, still exasperated. "Get him wasted, and keep him that way for thirty years?"

"I hadn't thought of that," I asked, laughing, "but yes, if need be." There was a pause on the other end. 

"Do you love me, baby?" she asked quietly. 

"Of course, honey. With all my heart," I assured her. 

"Even though it's complicated?" 

"Since when is love anything but complicated," I laughed again. "Yes, baby. I Love You." 

***

The Christmas Carol is titled the 'Twelve Days of Christmas', but I only received eleven days. Eleven presents, all the same...her presence. I doubted that meant I'd be getting to bed my luscious lover every day, as Ed might start to notice that his daughter was doing an awful lot of swimming. Then again, I didn't want to underestimate her ingenuity. 

Christmas break was even longer than Thanksgiving, and Christie had been giving our potential schedule some thought in her absence. She arrived with a whole list of possible scenarios that might work. Between the pool bit, sneaking out when her parents were asleep, dog visitation and meeting me away from home, we'd probably be pretty busy. 

First, though, there was the little matter of a face to face between mother and daughter. I wasn't invited, but I got the recap from Christie after the fact. 

"Mom and I have never kept secrets from each other before," she said, while she snuggled against me that night. "I think that bothers her more than anything, but she says she understands why I didn't tell her right away. She's going to stay quiet, but I promised to answer any questions she asks from here on."

"Any questions? What if she asks about, um, specifics?" I asked. 

"You're not shy, are you?," she laughed. "I promised. Anything she asks. I told her when I lost my virginity...which was very disappointing, by the way...so why not now?"

I tried not to dwell on the prospect of my love and her mother discussing the dimensions and effectiveness of my dick. 

Once things were settled between Christie and Angela, my girl was free to put her dirty little mind to work on our pleasure. 

She met me at the mall, for some last minute shopping, lunch, and a backseat quickie. 

I met her at the theatre, for a movie, snuggle, and a restroom blowjob. 

She came over one afternoon to visit the dogs. Then we went to bed, and finished with me fucking her doggy style, and filling her with cum from behind. 

We had sex each of the five times she came over to use the pool, and she paid me a few surreptitious midnight visits to satisfy her needs. It was paradise, having her back for this long. In some ways, Angela was actually being helpful. We didn't need to hide from her, just Ed, and she didn't want him to find out yet, so she was running some unofficial interference on our behalf to avoid him finding out. 

***

Christie's Christmas break was coming to an end, and she would be heading back to school tomorrow morning. 

There was a gentle knock on my outside bedroom door, and my darling girl stepped in quietly. It was later than usual, but she wasn't using the pool ruse tonight. This was a pure booty call, and she snuck out while her parents were asleep to meet her lover, who just happened to bear a striking resemblance to me. She dropped her robe, and slid silently in beside me. 

Her body was so warm, soft and welcoming. Having her in my arms was such a completing act, it made her absence even more empty. I kissed her softly, and she snuggled deeper into my embrace. 

"This feels weird, knowing that my Mother knows about us," she whispered. "I get these funny looks from her every once in a while. She knows that I know that she knows, but she can't say anything when anyone else is around, so she just gives me this little smile. It must be hard for her." 

"I suppose," I laughed. "Still, you get to leave tomorrow morning, and I get the funky looks while you're away." 

"Well, perhaps I could do something to make up for the inconvenience that will cause," she giggled, easing under the sheets further. 

If this was my compensation, I say she could inconvenience me some more. A wet, slurpy sound came up from under the sheets, but the speed of sound is slower than the speed of cocksucking, so I already knew she was gobbling my dick before I heard it. Once she had the beast fully awake, she laid back, and let me make love to her. 

It was a slow, gentle coupling, meant to hold us over for a few months. There was no rush, no frenzy, no demanding urges...just nearly two hours of loving embraces, kisses, and smooth, deep stroking. We shifted positions silently, giving and taking, to and from each other as necessary, and slowing our pace when fatigue called for a respite. 

It was just after 3:30, when we reached our final zenith together. Laying on our sides, I was spooning her from behind, thrusting slowly into her smooth wetness. She had quaked through several quiet, but obviously enjoyable orgasms already, and I was nearing my own. 

When I was younger, I liked nothing better than just pounding my partner into oblivion, fucking her hard, unconcerned with her wants. As long as she got to cum, I felt like I had done my job. The hubris of youth. 

Time, experience and a failed marriage had taught me otherwise. Now I knew that sometimes, the fast and hard approach was just what the doctor ordered. Sometimes, a woman wants to be objectified, and treated like a possession, but most times, she wants to be treated like a treasure, worshipped with reverence and respect. 

I had found, to my own surprise, that the orgasms I experienced after one of these long, sensual sessions, were the best I'd ever had, leaving me gasping for air and totally satiated. Do unto others...who knew the Golden Rule applied to sex, too? 

"Will you cum with me darling?" I whispered softly into her ear. My hands were cupping her big, soft breasts, fondling them gently, and she put her hands over mine, squeezing tighter. 

"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "I'm close, my love. Fill my pussy with your warm syrup, and I'm sure I'll cum again." 

Within thirty seconds, I was spewing into her vagina, and she was pushing back against me, shuddering softly in my embrace. I kissed the side of her neck. 

"Oh my god, honey...that was so intense," she hissed. "Thank you." 

I was seeing stars, but I hugged her closer in response. 

"I Love You." 

***

My phone rang...the house phone, not my cell, so I knew it wasn't Christie. I had been zonked out since she left to go home, about 4 am. The visits were great, but I missed waking with her here. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 03



"Hello?" I answered. 

"Hi John...it's Angela." I looked beside me. Nope just empty space. 

"Christie's not here," I said. 

"I know. She's here. That's not why I called," she laughed. "I was wondering if you could do me a favour?" 

"Sure, Angela. What do you need?" 

"Christie needs a ride back to school," she said. "Ed has already gone to work, and I'm not much help driving in those conditions, so I was wondering if we could prevail upon you?" 

"I'm sorry, what conditions are you talking about?" I asked, trying to shake the last few, residual cobwebs. "I thought she was driving back herself." 

"Normally, yes, but I don't like her driving by herself in the snow," she said, filling in two blanks with one answer. 

Snow was pretty rare here. We almost never had a white Christmas, and this year was normal. Temperatures were warm enough to use the pool year round, but Christie's school was a six hour drive away, and it wasn't just 'away', it was also 'up', a much higher altitude making snow there more likely. Even worse was the intervening highland ridge that was almost surely snowbound. 

So, if I read this correctly, Angela was asking me to drive her daughter...my girlfriend...on a trek through the snow, six hours each way. Mom was being very adult about this. 

"I know you grew up where snow was normal, so you have more experience than all of us put together. I'd feel much better knowing she wasn't alone on this trip." She paused. "I don't expect you to drive right back. I'll book you a room for the night, if you can help us out." 

I wasn't going to work today, anyway. Missing tomorrow was no big deal either, and I would be keeping the love of my life safe, so the decision was getting easier by the second. Add an evening in a hotel bed with her, something I'm quite sure Angela knew was going to happen if I went along with her plan, and I was happy to be playing chauffeur. 

"Okay. Tell Christie I'll be about an hour," I said, exchanged goodbyes, and hung up. I jumped out of bed, did my morning deposit in the toilet, and turned on the shower. I had been under the warm stream of water for a couple of minutes, when I felt a cool draft on my back, followed seconds later by warm, soft flesh. "Does your mother know where you are?" 

"I think so, yes. Thank you, my hero," Christie said quietly, as I turned to face her. She reached up and kissed me gently. "That trip can be a bit scary when the weather's bad."

Within minutes, I had my beautiful lady pinned to the wall of the shower, with my cock buried balls deep in her juicy cunt. Her legs were around my waist, and we were both grunting in ecstatic glee. It was a frenzied, frantic coupling, with a time limit.  

"Fuck me baby! I Love You!" she hissed, seconds before I filled her with my cum. "Oh yes!" 

Once we were out of the shower and dry, I picked up my cell and called a friend. Steve had a big SUV, with four-wheel drive, and I was able to swap vehicles with him for the next couple of days. He was even going to bring it over for me. Christie went home to get her stuff. 

I threw a few things in an overnight bag, gave the dogs a treat, and went out through the garage. I pulled my car out, and closed the door, settling in to wait for Steve to show, which he did within a minute or two. He walked me around his vehicle, and I did the same with mine. We were just wrapping up when Christie and Angela walked through the bushes from their house. I introduced Steve to everyone. He didn't know about the relationship with Christie. 

"Okay," Angela said, "I'll take care of your kids," she smiled, referring to the beagles, "and you take care of mine." 

"He always does, Mother...he always does," Christie smiled, stepping over beside me. She kissed me...not a peck, but a deep, passionate tongue kiss that lasted long enough to make our audience uncomfortable. Angela shook her head. 

"Oh my, this is going to take some getting used to," she laughed. 

I walked Steve over to my car, while Christie tossed her bags in the truck. His eyes were pretty wide, as was his grin. 

"Really?" he whispered, "That's your girlfriend? That young fox?" I smiled. "Shit! You're my new hero!" 

I thanked him for the truck, patted him on the back, and sent him on his way. He was still grinning. 

"Alright baby," I said, not really meaning to flaunt it in front of Angela, as Christie had. It had just become habit, and I would need to keep it in check around Ed. "We should hit the road." 

"Thanks again, John," Angela said quietly. "Christie has all the hotel information, and you're all paid for. Try not to have too much fun, okay?" A parting wink, and we pulled out of my driveway. 

"Wow, this is a really nice truck," she said, looking around, and touching the leather upholstery softly. "So nice and big, there's enough room in here for all sorts of activities!" I glanced at her, and she was arching her eyebrows suggestively. 

"Uh huh, but this trip is supposed to take six hours, not six days." I laughed. "If I let you set the pace, we'll be stopping every two blocks for sex."

"And what's wrong with that?" she giggled. 

"Nothing really, but I think we should probably make it out of the city before we give in to our urges." I looked at her, and she was twirling her hair around her finger playfully. Her expression was that of hunger, despite our recent shower quickie. 

"I suppose that's fair," she whispered. There was a soft whirring sound, as her seat reclined all the way. "I'm going to take a nap. I haven't been getting enough sleep, lately. Some guy keeps waking me up for sex. I Love You, some guy."

Awww. She's so cute, I thought, peering over at her. She was on her side, curled up in a cat-like ball, facing me. I was definitely smitten with this kitten. 

Six hours is a long time. It's even longer when there's a body like hers sitting next to you, within easy reach. She had rolled onto her back, and now her breasts were jiggling with every bump, hollow and twist in the road. It was very distracting, and very tempting...too tempting to ignore. 

I reached over, and very gently caressed her left breast. There was no reaction at first, but as I continued, she moaned softly. 

"I have a feeling you don't have both hands on the wheel," she whispered. "Does this mean we'll be stopping soon, to try out all this space?" 

"Maybe. We haven't hit the weather yet, and we're making good time," I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "Less than four hours to go."

"Mmmm, good," she yawned, sitting up. My hand slid down and landed in her lap. I couldn't resist pressing my fingers into her warm crotch. Yoga pants don't put up much resistance. Neither did she. "Oh, that's nice Mr. Chauffeur. Keep going." 

Her legs spread wide, giving me free access, and it didn't take long for a small wet spot to appear over her pussy. She reached up, and wriggled the waistband down over her hips. No panties, but that wasn't a big surprise. 

My fingers probed between her juicy lips, pulling some lubrication up to rub across her clit. She gasped, and undulated her hips. 

"Oh fuck, baby, that's it. Rub my clit." Her own hands were playing with her tits, but there were layers of fabric in her way. There were...but she dispensed with them, and now we were driving down the highway, in broad daylight, with her virtually naked. She was writhing under my fingertips, and tugging her nipples fervently. 

I heard the electric motors buzzing as she adjusted her seat again, leaning back once more. Once satisfied, she wiggled out of her pants completely. Her right foot came up to rest on the dash, and her left leg extended out as wide as possible. She was ready to be serviced. We were a rolling sexual act, if not exactly a shining example of safe driving practices. Being in the truck blocked prying eyes from all but bigger, taller vehicles, but I had a feeling that would only add to her enjoyment. 

My fingers burrowed deeper, and her belly began to quiver and heave, indicating her elevated excitement. Her pussy got wetter, and wetter, until it was literally dripping. She was definitely distracting me, but the weather was making the traffic lighter than it might have been. Only vehicles that had to be on the road, were on the road. 

You know who drives regardless of the conditions? Big rigs. Tractor trailer cargo haulers, and they are sitting very high, letting them look right down onto Christie's naked form, legs splayed wide, with my fingers buried in her oozing snatch. Oh look, there's one now. 

As we slowly passed the Peterbilt, I turned to Christie. 

"Wave to the nice truck driver, baby. You're about to make his day!" 

Her eyes had been closed, but popped open quickly. 

"Oh my god! He can see me!" she gasped. The initial shock of being naked in front of a complete stranger was overpowered almost immediately...by the excitement of being naked in front of a complete stranger. "OH MY GOD! HE'S WATCHING ME!" she groaned, as she shuddered under my fingers. Her back arched as she came. 

The appreciative driver gave us a couple of pulls on his air horn, and Christie waved her fingertips at him as we left him behind. 

"That was incredible!" she giggled. "Find another truck, please?" 

I mentally added blatant exhibitionist to Christie's list of attributes. 

Fortunately, there were several other trucks along the way, and my dirty little girl was able to repeat her performance. She had initially tried to cover her big, round breasts the first time, but now shook them playfully at each driver as we passed. She had an orgasm every time, and my hand was now soaked with her honey. The SUV was filled with her scent. 

"Just one...more...please..." she hissed . "This is the...only way...to travel!" 

As luck would have it, there was another truck in the distance. I put my foot down, and we caught him in no time. I eased up on the gas pedal as we approached from behind. 

"Okay baby. Here's your finale. The stage is yours." She smiled, and tapped my hand. I vacated the entrance to her pussy, but my hand was covered in her juices, so I tried not to touch Steve's vehicle with it, finally deciding to lick it clean. In the meantime, Christie had pulled both legs up, and was fingering herself madly, plunging three fingers of her left hand to full depth, while her right hand was a blur on her clit. 

The truck sped up as we passed, matching our pace. Perhaps the others had radioed ahead? Either way, this driver got a longer show, and honked his encouragement several times. Christie was fucking her cunt furiously. 

"He's watching me, baby! He's looking right down at my wet pussy!" she gasped. 

"I'll bet he'd give anything to fuck you," I teased. It worked. 

"Oh fuck! Oh!... I'm gonna cum... Oh fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnn! Cummmmmming!" She writhed, and her juicy gash bubbled up like a drinking fountain. 

Ah, she can squirt! Add it to the list. 

She was turning purple with exertion, as she came harder than I had ever seen her do before, until it finally waned, and she wilted, gasping for air. 

"Show's...over," she moaned, and waved goodbye. I hit the gas, gapping the big rig quickly, until he disappeared in the blowing snow. 

"You okay, Sweetheart?" I asked. She was breathing quietly, laying like a wet, naked rag on the seat. 

"Mmmmm, yes," she breathed. "Just don't ask me to do anything complicated...like walk, or tell you my name," she giggled, wiggling her hips. "I, um, made a wet spot."

I opened the armrest in the console. Fortunately, Steve was like me. He kept a stash of napkins in the car. I dug them out, and handed them to Christie, who spent a few minutes sopping up the small lake that she had produced. Then she got dressed again. 

"I could really use something to eat, and I need to pee," she whispered. "I also owe you a blowjob, at least," she laughed. 

"Save it for later," I replied, pulling off the highway. 

We made two stops along the way, for bathroom reasons, and there was a lot of snow in the pass, but nothing the truck and I couldn't handle. We arrived at the hotel, pretty much on time. 

I was impressed. I'd expected a fleabag, nothing too luxurious, but this place was nice, and the room was big. So was the bed. Angela was serving her daughter up right, even Christie thought so. 

"Jeez...thanks Mom!" she giggled, diving onto the bed. "Can we do this every time I come back to school? I could get used to this!" She was twirling her hair again. "Are we going to make love before dinner, or after? We never even got to christen the truck."

"I think Steve's upholstery will tell a different tale," I laughed." He'll be smelling your pussy juice for months, with the puddle you made on the seat."

"Hey, I didn't exactly make that puddle on my own!" she said. "I'll bet there's evidence of that on your fingers, mister!" I sniffed my hand. 

"So there is!" I chuckled. "I could probably manage doing it now, as long as you promise not to be too hard on me."

"I can't promise that, but I'll try to restrain myself," she smiled. Her clothes were on the floor within seconds, and she was grinning at me from under the covers. "I should call Mom and let her know we're safe." Her phone was in her hand, and seconds later, through the miracle of science, Angela was on the other end. 

"Yeah Mom, we're at the hotel. All safe...yes, I'm glad he was with me. There was a lot more snow than I feel comfortable with...Okay, hold on..." she handed me the phone. "Mom wants to talk to you." 

"Hello Angela," I said. 

"Hi John. I want to thank you again for keeping my baby girl safe," she said, the gratitude genuine and clear in her voice. "How's the hotel?" 

"Actually, quite nice. Thank you." Christie kicked the covers back, spread her legs and started to fiddle with her clit. 

"Good. Lots of snow in the pass?" she asked. Christie was testing my concentration. 

"Yeah, but the traffic was light, so no problem." I decided not to tell her that I'd driven at least fifty miles with one hand on the wheel, and the other between her daughter's legs. The resulting orgasm had been epic, but I wasn't charged with that task by Angela. I was supposed to keep Christie safe. 

"Well, thank you. Message me on your trip back tomorrow, so I know you're safe too. Can I ask you one more question?" she asked. 

"Sure. Ask a... " I hesitated. Christie surprised me. She was plunging two fingers into her pussy with one hand, and teasing her asshole with the other. "Sorry, ask away."

"I think I already know the answer. She's naked already, isn't she?"

"Um, yeah, she is," I answered. 

"She was like that as a kid, too," Angela laughed. "Never could keep her diaper on. Okay, tell her I Love her, and take care of her, um...you know what I mean. Bye."

By the time I said goodbye, she had added a third finger. 

Okay, message received, I thought, and stripped down quickly, taking the spot beside her. She stopped masturbating, and wasted no time in swallowing my dick. 

"Mmmm, I really wanted to do this while we were driving," she whispered, "but I didn't want to distract you. You know...safety first."

I laid back, and let her pay the chauffeur. She was quite generous with her tip, sucking me long, slow and very sensuously, until I blew a huge load down her throat. 

"Thank you, baby," I moaned. 

"You are so welcome." 

***

There was movement in my arms, and I felt soft kisses on my chest, along with warm breathing. 

"Baby? We should get moving," she whispered, moving up, now kissing my lips. "We need to shower, eat, and check-out. I need to be there for my first class at eleven."

"Sure, sweetie," I mumbled, clearing my head. "What time is it?" 

"Just before eight." 

I wasn't fully awake yet, but I was trying to do the math. Ten minutes to shower, five to check-out, forty-five to eat. That's an hour, and we're about fifteen minutes away from her campus. Something didn't add up. Unless someone had something else planned. I opened my eyes, and when they finally focused, I saw her playful smile looking down at me. 

"I have the feeling you left something off that list," I laughed. "Planning ahead?" 

"Always do," she whispered. "it took weeks of planning to get you, and now that I've got you, I hate to waste a minute together."

I'm sure there are some men who might not like the fact that they had been the prey, and had been captured by a young huntress. Ego would get in their way. I had no problem with it. I probably never would have made the move myself, not because I don't find Christie attractive...I think I've made it pretty clear how I feel about her...but because of the age difference. Now that we were beyond that, I was sure there couldn't be a happier man on earth. 

I made a quick pit stop, then returned to bed, submitting to the whims of my young lover. Currently, her whims involved inhaling my cock, and I was the beneficiary of a very loving blowjob. I love getting sucked. I'm sure that's not a big surprise. Apparently, Christie loved doing the sucking as much as I enjoyed receiving her attention. She was, as I think I've mentioned before, very, very good at providing oral pleasure, and I was feeling it now. She had made me cum twice last night, and was coaxing number three to the forefront now. I couldn't recall producing so much spunk in thirty years, but she had a youthful effect on me that appeared to extend to all aspects of my life. 

"Oh baby, that feels so good," I moaned, as her lips danced along my shaft. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, teasing my balls, and circling the head, bringing me ever closer to the point of no return. "Mmmm, I think you have a breakfast appetizer cumming soon."

"Mmmmm hmmm, yeth pleath," she mumbled around my cock. "Tho 'ummmy" 

"Oh yes, suck it baby! Suck it harder!" I grunted. She knew me well enough to know what was next, and locked her lips tight around the head of my cock, stroking madly with her hand. She was moaning encouragement while she did her complex choreography, and I felt the switch flip. "Shit! Here it cums, baby! Arghnhhh!" 

She gulped and swallowed happily, humming a tune as I emptied everything I had down her throat. She vacuumed up every drop, and only released me when she was satisfied there was nothing left. She licked her lips and sat up. 

"Mmmm mmmm good!" she smiled, "and it's only 8:15! Lots of time for more!" 

"I'm going to be needing a nap before I head home," I groaned, watching the room spin around me. I felt her shift in bed, and heard her voice in the distance, like angels singing. Then she was back, smiling at me. 

"Okay, the room is yours until 2. It's off season, so they aren't busy. You can come back for a nap after you drop me at school." She was always looking out for me. "Can I interest you in a shower?" 

"A shower, a six-pack of Red Bull, and a lifetime supply of Viagra," I laughed, dragging myself out of bed, "which may only need to be a few pills, the way things are going. You're killing me, baby."

She was already in the shower when I got there, and she giggled at me as I slumped against the wall of the stall. The little minx ducked under the stream of water, letting it hit me fully in the chest, and then turned it to 'cold'. 

I'm sure everyone in the building heard my scream, but the blast of cold water had the desired effect. I was awake now, and I grabbed my naughty little girl around the waist and yanked her back under the water. Her scream was even louder, mixed with laughter as she struggled to escape. The cold brought her perky little nipples to full prong height, which dug into my chest as she turned to kiss me, making the bracing temperature more tolerable. Christie's hands fumbled with the faucet controls, easing the water into the warmer end of the spectrum, but she never broke away from my lips. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 03



We washed each other from top to bottom, and surprisingly, her ministrations actually brought life back to my wilted tool. She led me out of the shower my the dick, and pushed me, still wet, onto my back on the bed, mounting me immediately. 

"Ooooooo, that hits the spot," she moaned, "and I do mean 'the spot'!" Droplets of water flew wildly from her wet hair as she rode me harder. More dripped enticingly from her pointed, erect nipples, landing on my chest as her movements shook those perfect breasts dry. I let her do her thing, and she fucked herself into a frantic state. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck my cunt with that big fucking cock! Uhn! Shit! So fucking good!..." she groaned, cursed and screamed, pounding her pussy down onto my intruder, over and over, harder and faster, until her head snapped back and she howled. Her entire body shook and shuddered violently, as she came to a breathtaking orgasm. 

She was still quaking when I sat up, grabbing her ass with both hands. I stood up, and turned, dropping us both back on the bed, but with me on top now. She let out an 'oooof' as I crashed down atop her. 

This was still all for her, as I had no plans to cum again, nor the illusion I even could cum if I wanted to. No, this was the memory I wanted her to have for the next couple of months. This was the little smile that would appear cryptically on her face when her friends asked about her boyfriend. This was the buzzing I wanted her to feel in her pussy for days.

I fucked her. I mean, I FUCKED her. Gentle loving wasn't even considered, as I drilled her deep, using every inch of my dick to probe her wet cunt. The hotel room filled with the sounds of us rutting like animals. Moans, groans, slapping flesh, protesting mattress springs, gasps of urgent need... and the smell of sex, sweat, and oozing juices. 

Christie screeched, and arched her back, cumming again. I considered two orgasms for her to be a good start, but no where near enough. Her eyes bored into mine. 

"Fuck, yes! That's it, baby...fuck my brains out! Make me cum over and over, until I can't stand up!" 

Since that was pretty much my plan, no comment was required. I just kept thrashing her, and her body virtually bounced between mine and the bed. Another orgasm followed a few minutes later, then yet another quite quickly after that. Her voice began to fade, used up by her screams of bliss. Time for a change. 

I pulled out, flipping her onto her tummy immediately, and jamming my rampant dick back into her snatch. I think they call this position, 'lazy dog', but I called it exquisite. Tight, and being entered from an unusual angle, her pussy looked wonderful stretched around my cock, and her ass quivered under every furious thrust. Apparently, this position also stimulated her G-spot more, because she came several times in quick succession, before I was surprised to feel my balls tingling. I growled. 

"Oh fuck yes... cum in me please, baby! Let me feel that delicious goo dripping out of me all day while I think of you!" She had hardly finished her request when I did so, pumping my load into her cunt, while she moaned in joy. "Mmmm yes, thank you, baby." 

We laid there in a spent pile for a few minutes, the room now deafeningly silent, other than our breathing. Christie finally spoke. Her voice was destroyed. 

"Okay," she croaked quietly, giggling at her own sounds. "Now we really need to get moving. Shower number two." She laughed again. "I guess I shouldn't call Mom until my voice comes back. She'll know what we've been doing for sure." 

"I think she knows already. She booked the room, remember?" I replied. "But, you're probably right. Calling her would be a bit cruel, given she can't tell anyone." 

I let her have the shower first. I needed a few extra minutes, and we didn't want to get sidetracked again, or we'd be late. When she came out, I took her place, and by the time I got out, she was looking fresh as a daisy, perfectly coiffed, immaculately dressed, and quite happy. I was feeling a bit bedraggled, but breakfast would probably fix that. I might not need the nap, after all, but I'd reserve the decision until later. 

We walked down to the restaurant, and were seated immediately. I was starving, and it showed in my menu choices : french toast, a double order, with sausage on the side. A chocolate milkshake (weird choice, I know, but traditional ever since I was a kid), and two toasted english muffins, with jam. Christie went with an omelette. I felt like a pig, but she thought it was cute. 

"I guess I don't have to ask if I'm making you work hard," she laughed, letting the double entendre go untouched. "I suppose me being away will be something of a vacation for you?" 

"More like a prison sentence," I replied. "I'll miss you. Nude selfies, hot texts and phone sex are pale imitations, compared to the real thing. That's you baby...you're the real thing, and I mean that in every way possible." I hadn't intended it to be a flamboyant declaration of my love for her, just letting her know that I would miss her terribly. I was stabbing a sausage on my plate, and looked up. 

Christie was looking at me, with tears in her eyes, and her lip was trembling.

"No one's ever said anything like that about me, before," she whispered, looking down at her plate. "Thank you, John. I feel the same way about you. I Love You."

I don't know if I can take another two years of this, I thought. I need her, but this may not be the time to propose. Probably be best to get past the Dad issue first. 

I actually ate the whole thing, if you can believe it, although Christie did steal a few bites of english muffin, which in my view only cemented our status as a couple even more. What's mine was hers. 

We made it to her campus with fifteen minutes to spare, but used up half that, saying goodbye and getting a few last kisses in. I finally had to kick her out so she wouldn't be late Still, I sat in the truck and waited until she was inside before I headed back to the hotel, where I decided a nap wasn't necessary. I tossed my bag in the back, checked out, and sent Angela a text, as promised, before I hit the road. 

***

I only made one stop on the way home, around the midpoint, to use the restroom, get a snack and a drink. I found Angela's return text on my phone. 

Drive safe. Come see me when you get home. Dogs good, she had sent. 

Okiedokie. Halfway home. Worst weather is past, I replied. I found a CD to listen to, and headed out again. 

***

It always seems like the trip home is longer than the outward one. That was especially true this time, with that empty seat beside me. There was an end, however, and I pulled into my driveway just after five, pretty much right on schedule. 

The dogs went understandably nuts, giving me the maximum volume greeting, which told the whole neighbourhood I was back. Angela appeared out of the woodwork. 

"Hi John!" she giggled, watching me get the full treatment from my kids. "I'd like to offer you dinner, if you'll come over at six. Will I be seeing you?" I looked at her, and paused before answering. She read my hesitation. "I promise, it's not an ambush...just a thank you." 

"Okay, I'll be there at six," I answered, patting Peabody on the head while Baron licked my face, "assuming I'm allowed to leave!" 

It turns out that the affection of beagles is fickle. Who knew? As long as I gave them dinner, they were fine with me leaving again, and I did, walking next door. I rang the doorbell, and waited patiently. When the door opened, there was Angela, looking beautiful. My spider senses were tingling. Something was not the way I expected it to be. 

Dinner was great, with Angela's great cooking as usual. What was missing was Angela's partner ; Ed was not in attendance. Having dinner alone with her was making me a little nervous, although she was giving no reason for me to be, other than her attire. While it's true that she was fully dressed, it did seem to me that something might be missing under her blouse, as two distinct points were showing clearly, and 'things' were moving about rather freely. Christie's rack was a picture of youthful perfection and abundance. It appears that mother and daughter had that in common, although Angela's figure had more mature curves. I wasn't trying to check her out, but I wasn't blind either. 

We sat around the table, talking, after dinner had been consumed. 

"So, Ed's at work?" I asked innocently. 

"Yeah. It happens occasionally," she laughed, toying with her coffee cup. "Not a big deal, but with Christie away at school, I do get a little lonely sometimes. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

"Anytime neighbour," I smiled. Those tingles were getting harder to ignore. 

"I have to admit, John," she smiled back, "I'm a bit surprised you're still standing." I looked at her quizzically. "If Christie is anything like I was at her age...and I know that she is all of that and more...she's got to be wearing you out!"

I choked on my coffee. When I looked at her, and those two bullets were poking out through her blouse again. 

"Angela, are you sure we should be having this conversation?" I asked. 

"Hell no!" she giggled, "but you've got to cut me some slack in this case. You can't expect me to know what I know, and sit here silently. I can't talk to Ed about it. I'm sure as hell not going to spread it around the neighbourhood. That only leaves you."

She was right. I nodded. It was going to be strange, gossiping about myself with her. 

"She does have quite an appetite," I relented. 

"How many? Last night, I mean?" Angela asked, leaning forward eagerly. Her breasts bulged up into the neck of her blouse as she rested them on the table. 

"Let's just call it several, with some more this morning," I answered, amazed I was talking to her like this. 

"Really? And you're doing this the old fashioned way?" she gasped. "No little blue helpers? 

"Jesus, Angela!" I laughed, surprised at her brazen question. "No helpers. Just her mouth." Hah, two can be brazen. 

"Too much information, John!"

"You asked!" I decided to escalate things. If she wanted to flirt, I could play along. "She does this thing with her tongue..." Angela's hands covered her ears. 

"Fuck! La la la la la, I can't hear you!" she laughed. There was a long silence." Seriously, John. I'm not trying to discourage your relationship, but I have a few concerns."

"Elaborate, please?" I replied. 

"Well, she's a young woman, with, as you said, quite an appetite. Will you be able to satisfy her? You're not getting any younger, are you?"

"I feel younger than I have in thirty years," I answered, "but I get your point. There's always the blue pills. She might even like those better."

"Right, but you have to want to," she said. "When Ed and I got married, he kept me happy, but after ten years, he was less interested, and I was getting frustrated. Now...shit, I can't even remember the last time we had sex. He's only twelve years older than me. You're... well, do I need to say it?"

"Talk about too much information!" I laughed. 

"Hey, I know about your love life. It's only fair you know about mine," she smiled. I'd seen a similar look in Christie's eyes on occasion, usually just before she wanted to go to bed. "Any man your age who can satisfy a woman her age gets my attention. I can't help it."

Houston, we have a problem. There was no doubt about it now. My intuition had been correct. 

Angela was hitting on me. She was flashing me some nice cleavage, and hitting on me. 

My neighbour...my married neighbour, who just happened to be the mother of my girlfriend...and who also holds our secret relationship in her grasp...was hitting on me. 

Somehow, 'complicated' just doesn't quite describe it adequately. 

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Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 04



Christie and John are back. I thank you all for your words of encouragement, requesting more of this story, and also for your patience in waiting for it. 

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"So, honey...you say that you and your mother don't keep secrets?" I asked, when we talked later that night. I had a conundrum. I wanted to be completely honest with Christie, but I didn't want to make an accusation that could be a simple misunderstanding. I know I said there could be no doubt, but now there was. Funny how that happens. 

"That's the plan," Christie replied. "She knows all about us now, and if she asks, I promised I would answer her questions. I assume you're asking for a reason?" 

"Um, yeah. You could say that," I said, still unsure of how to proceed. "Have you talked to her since you left?" 

"No. Why?" she asked, drawing out the 'why', and indicating I should spill my guts. 

"Well, she kind of invited me over for dinner," I began, "alone." 

"Uh huh. Go on," she said quietly. 

"She was very talkative. She told me about her sex life with your dad," I continued, "and that she wasn't totally happy..." 

"Really? That's news to me," she laughed. "What else?" 

So far, I hadn't really said anything that would cause friction, but the rest of it might. 

"She, uh...she was dressed a bit, um...provocatively," I said. 

"Define 'provocatively'," Christie said. "What was she wearing?" 

"It was more what she wasn't wearing," I replied. "Pretty sure she forgot her bra." 

"Gave you an eyeful, did she," she giggled. "Is that all?" 

"No," I sighed. John, meet point of no return...point of no return, meet John. "She kind of hit on me, I think." There was a palpable silence. 

"Excuse me?" she growled. "What...did...you...do?" There was a tone in her voice that scared me a bit. 

"Nothing, baby...I swear. I didn't encourage her," I said, suddenly gushing in an effort to tell her I had nothing to do with it. "I went over for dinner, and we ate, and we talked, and she said a few things that were pretty flirtatious, and she said I had her attention if I could keep up with you, and..."

"She said that?" Christie interrupted. 

"Yes, she did...and it wasn't just her words," I replied. "She was giving me this look, like you do when you're horny, and her, um...um..."

"Just tell me, John," she whispered, "Please." 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. 

"Her fucking nipples were sticking out like thimbles!" I blurted. "I wasn't trying to look, I swear, but it was impossible not to notice." 

There was a long tense silence. 

"So, when I could, without being rude, I told her I was tired after the drive," I said softly, "and I came home." 

The silence on her end persisted. 

"Christie? Are you mad at me?" I asked. 

"Of course not, baby," she whispered. "I'm just trying to figure out what she's up to. If she's really hitting on you, then she's messing with my man, and I'll deal with her. If she's doing it for effect, well...that will take a little more thought. You didn't do anything wrong. In fact you did everything right, in my view, including telling me, so if she's trying to trip you up... "

"Wait," I laughed, relieved that I was off the hook, and that she was being so rational about it. She was very mature, and almost never had an impulsive, emotional reaction. "You think it's a honey trap?" 

"I think it's a good possibility. I'm not sure I like that," she said. "It says she doesn't trust you, or doesn't trust my judgement. It's an attempt to sabotage us, in a round about way."

Angela should have known better than to match wits with her daughter. Christie had ploughed through the minefield of my emotional baggage and come out without a scratch. This little game... if that's what it was, and I was beginning to believe it was true...was pretty basic as tactics go. My darling was rubbing off on me, and I already knew our next move. 

"So...tomorrow I invite her over, say to use the pool, and see what she does," I said, thinking as I went. 

"Better yet," Christie replied, "invite her for a midnight skinny dip, tonight, while Dad's away. If she shows up naked...well, you get to check out her tits, and we know that she's really after your dick. If she shows up dressed, or doesn't show at all, then it's probably a test, and she'll be calling me to tell me about your infidelity."

"What if she does turn up naked?" I asked. 

"Hmmmm," she giggled, "how would you feel about doing my Mother?" 

"I decline to comment..." I said immediately, lest any hesitation lead her to think I was considering it, "...on the grounds that I may incriminate myself."

"Good answer," she laughed, "but if she shows up ready for action, it raises the question of why? Maybe she really isn't getting enough from my Father?" 

"Slow down. I like your Mother...but I Love You, and I'm a one woman type of guy," I said. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" 

"No. You're mine, and I'm not sharing you...not even with her," she said evenly. "I'm just considering all the permutations. Thank you for being open with me. That must have been hard, given she's my Mother." 

You have no idea, I thought. You might have reacted emotionally, and I've become very, very attached to you. The thought that you might be angry had been, quite frankly, terrifying. 

"Um, yeah, you could say that," I replied, paraphrasing my true thoughts. I looked at the clock on the wall. "It's almost 10. I guess I should call her." 

"Text her," Christie suggested. "It's not as precise, and gives you another out, if she shows up looking for some nooky." Right, I could claim to have been kidding.

"Good idea," I said, picking up my cell phone and scrolling to her number. I typed quickly, then ran the message past the one of us who knew Angela best. 

"Okay, how's this sound? 'Hi Angela. I've been thinking about our conversation tonight. Wanna come over and continue it in the pool? Clothing optional ;-)'. Do you think that will have the desired effect?" I asked. 

"Yeah, that'll work," she laughed. "Don't forget to let me know what happens. Good night, Sweetheart." 

My phone buzzed a few minutes later. It was Angela. 

See you at 12. I haven't had a naked midnight swim in years. Sounds like fun. 

A response like that made me nervous. 

I had barely put the phone down before it buzzed again. This time it was Christie. 

Honey trap. She texted and ratted you out immediately. Have fun. 

By 'have fun', I knew she was giving me the okay to leave her Mother twisting in the wind. The game was afoot, but Angela didn't know she was up against a team of two, with shared intelligence. She didn't stand a chance. 

***

I put on my robe, and walked out to sit by the pool. It was just before midnight, and I wanted to be out there when Angela arrived. I was wearing my trunks under the robe, but she didn't know that. 

While I was sitting there, I reviewed the plan. Make her think I really was interested in taking her to bed. Act like Christie doesn't know, and keep the pressure on, until she folds. Flirt like mad. Try to shock her into admitting she's pulling a fast one. 

I was deep in thought, when I heard the gate squeak, and Angela walked into the yard. She was looking quite delicious, as usual, wearing her robe as well. If she wasn't married, and I wasn't in love with her daughter, I wouldn't be pretending to be interested in her. Then again, if my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a wagon. 

Angela really was quite the hot older woman. I know, she's younger than me, but by older woman I mean relative to her daughter. If this is what the future held for Christie, she really would be the hot MILF type, getting the attention of a lot of younger guys. She'd be beating them off with a stick. 

Anyway, back at the backyard, Angela took a seat across from me. It was one of those 'if she knew that I know that she doesn't know that I know' situations. 

"Thanks for inviting me," she said quietly, with a smile. 

"You're always welcome here," I replied. 

"So, this is where it all started with my daughter, huh?" she asked, looking around the yard. 

"I suppose it is," I said, looking at her intensely. "Are you asking if we're going down the same path?" There, that was pretty blatant, an invitation to my bedroom, where she knew Christie had been a frequent and willing guest. 

"Maybe," she smiled, standing up. She reached for the sash of her robe, as she turned away. She opened it, and held it open wide, before dropping it on the deck. She stepped into the pool. 

Knowing she was playing games, I hadn't expected her to be nude under the robe...and she wasn't, wearing the same suit Christie had borrowed and worn those first times she visited. Still, her body filled it nearly as nicely as her daughter's had. I had to seem disappointed that she wasn't naked. 

"Oh, I thought you understood that clothing was optional?" I laughed. 

She turned, backing into the deeper water. She hooked a finger under a shoulder strap, and nudged it off, just as she went deep enough to hide the result. 

"It's okay. This comes off as easily as it goes on," she teased. I had to admit, she was good at this flirting thing. Ed must have his hands full. 

I stood, and now she was watching me closely. Was she expecting me to be naked? Maybe she just wanted to see what was being used on her daughter's pussy? I opened my robe, and for a split second saw fear, then disappointment, then relief. I was wearing my trunks. 

I stepped into the water with her, and took a position across from her in the deep end. We looked at each other in silence, until Angela finally spoke. 

"Are we going to talk, or...do something more interesting?" 

She was really playing all her cards, continuing the bluff. Okay, I'll call that bet, and raise you one. 

I walked across the pool, neck deep in the water, and stopped just in front of her. The poker face she exhibited in the past was starting to crack. She had her arms at her sides, and I took advantage. 

I quickly hooked both shoulder straps, and tugged them off. She caught them with her elbows, and covered her breasts with her hands. 

"John!" she snapped. 

"You're right, it does come off easily," I laughed, moving closer, until my chest touched the backs of her hands. I had her pinned to the side of the pool. 

"John, what do you think you're doing?" she scolded. 

"Just what you wanted me to," I bluffed. "You said you wanted a naked swim, and wanted to do something more interesting. Ed's not satisfying you, and I have your attention. Is that not what you said?" Our lips were mere inches apart, and she was squirming, looking for a way out. 

"Christie won't like you doing this," she smiled, thinking she had caught me. "You're supposed to be in love with her, and you're hitting on me, her married Mother? I'm sorry, John, but I have to tell her about this." She used one arm to conceal her breasts, and put her shoulder straps back up. 

"No you don't," I replied, backing away, "because she already knows about it. She's the one who told me to call your bluff."

"WHAT?!" she yelled. The look on her face was priceless. 

"You heard me," I smiled. "Of the two of us, you're the one who's in trouble with Christie. Did you really think I wouldn't tell her what you did at dinner? I love her, and that means I talk to her, openly. She's pissed at you. She thinks you don't trust her judgement, and that you don't trust me, either. As for myself, I understand your concerns, but baiting me into cheating on her is pretty low."

I'd said my piece, and was feeling a little angry, so I walked out of the pool, picked up my robe and towel, and went inside. As I stopped to close the door, I looked out. Angela was still in the pool. 

"Goodnight, Angela. I trust you can find your way home." I flicked the light off. 

After I dried myself, I laid down in bed, still angry, but soon enough it passed. That's when I heard her. Angela was still outside...crying. 

"Oh...shit!" I sighed, rolling out of bed, and grabbing my robe. I opened the door and went out onto the deck. "Angela, are you alright?" I offered. 

She was sitting in the dark, wearing her robe, sobbing. "No," she moaned. 

Dammit! Some choice I have. She's the one who tried to wreck your relationship with Christie, so if she got hurt in the attempt, too bad, right? But...she's Christie's mother, and when she hurts, Christie hurts...and when Christie hurts, I hurt. And, she's a woman in need of support, so even if that need is self inflicted, the chivalrous side of me can't ignore her. Oh, hell. 

I walked over, and sat beside her, putting my arm around her shoulders. It only seemed to make her cry harder, and she rolled into my embrace, burying her head in my chest. 

"I'm...so so...rry," she gasped, between sobs. Her hands balled up, grabbing my robe. 

"Easy there, Angela," I laughed, "I really am naked under here this time, so unless you want to get the whole picture..."

She laughed, a good sign, and released her grip. "Sorry. Again." 

I just held her, and she calmed down within a minute or so. Rubbing her shoulders, I broke the silence. 

"Feeling better, now?" 

"Yes," she sniffed, "and no. I'm still fucked. Christie will be furious. No...since she already knows, she is probably already furious. I can't be too popular with you, either. I really am sorry, John. I apologize for doubting your motivation. I believe you now. Christie is a very lucky woman to have someone who loves her that much." She paused. "Can you forgive me?" 

Who among us hasn't done something that seemed like a good idea at the time, and wound up being the dumbest fucking move imaginable in retrospect? We'd all like to take something back. Maybe several somethings. 

"Yes, Angela, I forgive you. Christie will, too. She loves you, and knows why you would think this was a good idea," I said quietly. "I have a question, though." 

"What's that?" she asked, sitting up, and wiping her face. 

"Can I call you Mom?" I deadpanned. There was silence, then she snorted, laughing wildly. It worked. 

"Don't you dare!" she giggled, pointing at me. "Have you asked her?" 

"Not yet, but I really want to. I love her so much. This on again, off again, long distance thing is killing me." Confiding in her couldn't hurt, and would get her on my side. At least I hoped so. 

"Well I guess we'd better let Ed in on the secret, then, hadn't we?" she smiled, sounding more like the pre-sabotage Angela again. 

"Sure," I replied facetiously. "Shall we leave that to you?" 

"Um, no," she shook her head. "The best I can do is help. After my actions today, I think that's the least I owe you both. Between the three of us, I'm sure we can figure it out." 

Angela stood, and bent down to kiss me on the cheek. She smiled. 

"Thank you for forgiving me. I'll let you go to bed now, and beg for Christie's understanding tomorrow," she said softly. "Goodnight." She walked to the back gate, opened it, and closed it behind her as she left. 

"Goodnight, indeed," I shook my head. 

***

I slept surprisingly well that night. I can only assume that it was a combination of the days events...rambunctious morning with Christie, long drive, late night...and the release of stress brought on by the whole Angela situation. Whatever the reason, it was late when I woke up, and my phone was blinking with text messages from Christie. There were several. 

The first few wanted to know what happened last night. Then she realized that I was probably still asleep, and asked me to message her when I woke up. Then, after Angela had obviously been in contact, the tone changed to one of appreciative curiosity. 

What did you do last night? My Mother is now our new best friend. she sent.

I'm just that good ;-) I replied. Tell you later. 

Oh, I know how good you are! she replied. 

***

That evening, when we had our nightly pillowtalk call, I filled her in. Call it a post-mission debrief. 

"Alright baby," she laughed, "I'm glad that you love me, and are interested in how my day went...but you know what I need to hear. What happened last night with my Mother?" 

I gave her the rundown...but paused before I got to the part where I yanked her suit down. 

"And?" she giggled. Even hundreds of miles away, over the phone, she could read the situation...read me...and knew there was more to it. 

"Well, um," I continued, "we're in the pool, and I could tell she was just about ready to break. So, I went for the kill, full shock value."

"Uh huh."

"So I pulled the top of her bathing suit down. She caught it, and covered up, of course, but it made her admit that she was going to tell you about my 'intentions'. When I told her you already knew, and that we knew what she was doing, well, that was the end of it," I said. "She was pretty upset, and worried about you hating her. It took a lot of hug time to calm her down." 

"Well, your hugs always work for me," she laughed. 

"She said she'll help us figure out how to tell your Dad about us."

"Yes, she said the same to me. I'm still not sure about how to do that, and so far, she hasn't come up with anything new," Christie said softly. 

"I don't think it's going to get easier with time," I said. "More likely, the longer we wait, the greater the fallout, especially when your Dad finds out that your Mom knew for quite some time. I don't want this to become an issue between them."

"Thank you, John. Most people would be most concerned with saving their own skin, but you still care about them," she said, the appreciation clear in her voice. "Just another thing to love about you." 

It was getting late, and Christie had early classes, so we said our goodnights and hung up. This whole conversation had me deep in thought for hours. I had an idea, but I needed to run through every possible outcome before I let anyone in on it. I couldn't even tell Christie, for reasons that would be obvious if you knew what the plan was. 

Much to think about. Hmmm. 

***

I briefly considered getting out the whiteboard and markers to map out the plan and its possible pitfalls, but that would be evidence, and I didn't need any of that right now. 

This whole situation was really a series of alternatives, one after another. The trick was getting the 'ifs' and 'thens' to fall in the correct order to avoid death and destruction at the hands of Christie's Father, Ed. In truth, I really had nothing to lose, as Christie could handle her Father, and Angela was the one who was lying to him, in a fashion, right now. 

Still, I thought I could find a way to get through this without bloodshed on anyone's part. If I could only think it through? So far, I had an idea that might work, but it put the bullseye back on my forehead, something I didn't like, but was willing to risk, if it solved other problems. 

Point A, the current situation, was easy. Christie and I are in love, and Angela knows about us. Point B is, in my mind, just a stop on the way to the final destination, and involved letting Ed in on the situation, without getting killed. Point C, my ultimate goal, would see Christie and I wed, and her much closer to home. Perhaps even with child, although that wasn't necessarily needed. Well, not yet, anyway. 

Every time I tried to think it out, I would only get so far before my brain melted. Maybe it would help to work backwards? 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 04



In a perfect world, there would be a way to tell Ed about us, thereby making Christie happy, and have him be happy as well. So what would make Ed happy? What does make Ed happy? Hmmm. Oh, Angela? 

I got on the phone and put my inside man, or rather woman, on the case. Angela would pump Ed for information, and combine it with her own knowledge of what makes her husband a happy camper... other than time spent between her legs, of course, although it might come to that...and provide me with a list. 

When I next talked to Christie, I put the same question to her. 

"Jeez, honey," she laughed, "you're putting a lot of thought into this, aren't you? Multiple spies, a major intelligence operation, and extreme planning. It's like D-Day!"

Please!" I smiled. "That was only the invasion of Europe. This is being with the woman I love. It's far more important!" Even more important than I can tell you, I thought. 

"Okay, baby, I'll come up with a list, too," she giggled. "I'd have an easier time listing what makes me happy. Short list. One item. Starts with 'J'."

"Really? How many letters?" I asked, playing dumb. 

"Mmmmm...that would be four," she purred, getting into the game. "Same number as in 'love'. And 'fuck', 'cock ', 'cunt', and... "

"What are you wearing?" I interrupted, pulling my rapidly stiffening dick out of my shorts. 

"Practically nothing," she breathed. 

Yeah, we get distracted easily. That's what happens when you're in love. 

The rest of our conversation was populated with a lot of moans and groans of lust, as an extreme episode of phone sex broke out. 

"I'm fingering my juicy pussy for you, baby," she whispered. 

"My cock is so hard, it hurts," I countered. 

A few minutes later, we grunted through mutual, simultaneous orgasms, and conversing gave way to panting, gasping breaths. 

"I miss you so much, honey," I said quietly. 

"I miss you too, baby," she replied. "Thank you. I love you." 

"I love you, too. Goodnight, honey," I added. 

"Goodnight," she breathed, and the line clicked off. 

***

While I was waiting for my intelligence reports, I thought I'd look into another portion of my overall plan to make Christie a permanent resident of my bed. I needed to put an end to the 'long distance' part of our long distance relationship. There were only two ways that I could see to accomplish that end : move me closer to her, or move her closer to me. 

I was willing to move me if that was the only way, but I'd prefer to stay where I was. I really liked this house, with the pool and nice yard. The neighbourhood was perfect for us, and I got such a great deal when I bought it. Besides, if I could make things work the way I wanted them to, there would be advantages to living next to mys. Easy access to babysitting services, for one. 

It seemed the best way to solve the problem was to switch schools, but that was not my decision to make. There was a school in town that would fit the bill, so I was going to gather all the information I could about it before I even suggested anything to Christie. 

***

The longer I thought about things, the more I was sure that my two spies would be absolutely useless. As it turns out, I was to blame for that, since I had sent them on a mission that was flawed from the start. They would be doing their best, of course, but I had asked the wrong question. I had asked what makes Ed happy, and that was far too specific. 

I was handicapped by my own narrow vision, and that vision came from the fact that I didn't have any children of my own, from my first marriage. I had been happy that was the case before, because it made it a little easier to deal with the gaping chasm between Christie's age and my own. Having a daughter her age... or worse yet, older...would have made the creepy feeling too strong to ignore. 

Now, I had to imagine what a father would feel, and that question was it's own answer. 

It was simple: What makes a father the happiest? Seeing his children truly happy. 

From what I knew of Ed, he seemed to fit that mold. I didn't know him that well, but he appeared to be a devoted family man and Father. Maybe it really was that easy. 

My phone rang. It was Angela. 

"Hi, John," she said happily. "I've got a report for you, such as it is." 

"Thanks Mom," I laughed. Poke the bear with a stick. Fortunately, it was a teddy bear. 

"Oh, you are asking for so much trouble, mister!" she growled, then giggled. "Please John, this whole 'my daughter's getting married' thing is making me feel old enough, without you stirring the pot. Let's just keep it at Angela, shall we?"

"Okay... Angela. Just playing. You have information?" 

"Well, I don't know how much good it'll do you, but yes. Apparently, my husband is happy about fucking me, lasagna, and blowjobs," she sighed. "He'd also like Denver to win the Superbowl with Peyton Manning. Now he didn't specifically say blowjobs from me...although that had better be all he's been getting...so there may be an opening there for you," she giggled. 

"Oh gee thanks, Angela, but no...I'll leave that to you," I groaned. Maybe Peyton could bail me out. The Superbowl was in a couple of weeks, and the Broncos were still in the playoffs. Probably best not to bet everything on that, though. 

"Sorry I couldn't be of more help," she said. "I mean that." 

"I know you do," I replied, "and thank you. Bye for now." 

When I talked to her that night, Christie did a little better. 

"First off, I have to say I'm not sure I've ever seen my Father truly unhappy," she said. "Sure, I've seen him pissed at traffic, or a bad call at a football game...but I've never seen him angry at anything consequential." 

"Oh great, I get to be the first," I grumbled. "Wonderful." 

"Now, now baby...I'm sure it won't be that bad," she consoled. 

"Hopefully not," I breathed. "You said 'first off'? That means you have more, right?" 

"Yeah, I suppose. It seems that he's happy when he's making me happy."

Ah, that's what I thought. Thanks for confirming my supposition. 

"Okay, so we'll go to the circus, then?" I suggesting with a laugh. 

"I'm not sure clowns are going to do the trick," she giggled back. "Let's change the subject. Valentine's day is in less than a month, and I think we should spend it together. Does that sound like something we could do?" 

"It's on a Saturday, right?" I asked. 

"Correct."

"Sure. Why don't we get a room someplace nice for the weekend? Maybe that little town along the way, about an hour from you? There's a lake there. Probably some B&B's with nice views and comfortable beds. Romantic enough?" I asked hopefully. I needed my fix of Christie's body. There's no way I could make it to Spring break. 

"Sounds perfect," she purred, "and like you've given it some thought already. It's not exactly high season, being frozen and all. They're operating?" 

"I will look into it," I answered. "Friday and Saturday night?" 

"Sunday too!" she pouted. "I'll take every minute I can get!" 

Me too, I thought. 

"Okay sweetheart, leave it with me. I'll find us a nice place," I confirmed. 

We spent another few minutes gabbing about stuff, then said our goodnights. 

My idea was taking form. I thought it would work. I hoped it would work. I was still nervous though. I needed the right setting. 

***

Valentine's day arrived. Well, the Friday before, anyway. Angela had agreed to babysit the dogs, doing so with a knowing smile. 

"Have fun John," she giggled, "and say hello to my daughter for me." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I winked, and threw my bag in the car. I hoped the road would be at least as clear as the last time, since I wasn't borrowing the SUV. The weather was supposed to be fine. 

Five hours later, I pulled off the highway, and took a side road to the lake. Frozen and snow covered, this area was at a much higher elevation, tucked into a ridge and surrounded by conifers. In the summer, it must be breathtaking. Now, the silence was deafening amid the snow laden evergreens, and it was beautiful in its monochromatic simplicity. 

I found the house, and checked us in, getting a tour of the suite we would call home for three nights. Secluded and private, it was perfect, with a huge king sized bed, and soaking tub, and even a hot tub outside on a private deck, not far from our door.  

I jumped back in the car, and raced off to retrieve Christie, barely an hour away now. Dropping down into the valley where her school was, the weather was warmer, but raining, and I parked outside her dorm while I sent her a message. 

Your chariot awaits, I typed. There was an immediate response. 

Just packing. Be down in a minute. 

Pack warm stuff. Snowy up there, I replied. 

I was hoping you'd keep me warm ;-), she sent back. 

Just in case we make it out of the bedroom :-D, I typed, giggling happily. 

Christie appeared next to the car, and opened the door quickly, tossing her bag over the seat back and taking her spot next to me. Rain speckled her face, and decorated her lashes. She said not a word, just leaned closer and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. The embrace lasted a minute or two, before she surfaced for air. 

"Oh, how I've missed that," she smiled, tickling my ear with one hand. "Now let's get there, so I can catch up on other things I've missed."

"Tally ho!" I called, and turned the key, while she buckled her seatbelt. 

It really seemed to take longer going back to the B&B, but really didn't, and an hour later, we pulled into the driveway. There was a short, private walkway around the house to our entrance, and Christie took my arm as we strolled slowly, listening to our steps crunching in the snow. 

"Wow!" she gasped, taken by the view. I led around and opened the door. 

"Wow, again!" she giggled, kneeling on the bed. "I could get to like this!" 

Yes, but I'd rather have you in my bed, every night, at home, I thought. This is a nice intermediate, not the final goal. 

"Do we have a plan for dinner?" she asked, rolling onto her back and inviting me to join her with her eyes. 

"There's a little diner out by the highway. Looks relatively edible. Lots of trucks," I smiled, kicking my shoes off and sliding up the bed into her arms. "I could have a little appetizer here...if you like?" 

"Appetizer, huh?" she giggled, and rolled over on top of me. "I might want one, too. In fact, I think I'm hungry right now!" 

Christie arched her eyebrows, and inched down my body, licking her lips when she stopped level with my crotch. 

"Ah, here it is," she whispered, rubbing her face across my rapidly growing bulge. Her hand gently teased the zipper down, then undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. A few tugs later, only my underwear was in her way. She kissed the cotton stretched over my dick, and peeked up at me with a mischievous grin on her pretty face. "Do you have some creamy filling for me?" 

"I would say 'yes'...most definitely yes," I groaned, as she peeled my jockeys down, and freed my stiff cock. Her tongue flicked out, and caressed the head, before her mouth opened wide and swallowed my shaft. 

"Oh shit, baby...that's so good," I breathed, laying back to enjoy her considerable skills. 

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, sliding her lips up and down slowly. She knew exactly what turned my crank the quickest, and could have received her desired mouthful of cum in no time, but this blowjob took a decidedly languid turn. Christie seemed to relish having my stiff dick deep in her mouth. She sucked gently, twirling her tongue around skillfully while she bobbed her head and stroked me with her hand. The combined effect, and her pretty blue eyes gazing up at me with such obvious love, had my balls boiling in no time, but she put me on simmer, easing me back from the edge. 

"God, I love your nice hard cock!" she hissed, stroking me firmly, with a string of spit connecting her lips to the head. "So warm, and hard, yet soft and like velvet against my tongue." Her tongue snaked out, and caressed the head of my dick, while she moaned, expressing her enjoyment 

I was rather enjoying it myself, but she was also driving me crazy. I was torn between the exquisite sensation she was providing, and wanting her to go just a little harder so I could reach my peak. I fought against the urge to thrust into her mouth, and just let her do her thing. I laid back and closed my eyes, but wasn't silent. 

"Oh honey, you are the best...that's it, baby...that's it...oh yes, suck my cock, honey...oh, shit, yes...oh shit. You're gonna make me cum!"

Christie sucked harder, and pumped faster, moaning louder and demanding her treat. 

I like to think of myself as reasonably well spoken, but I was at a loss for words to express the emotions she was causing me to feel as I exploded, dumping the contents of my balls into her mouth. The best I could do is grunt, and moan, but I think the message got through. She kept sucking and stroking, drawing the last bits of cum out for her to swallow gleefully. 

I opened my eyes, watching the room spin counterclockwise over my head. Christie's smiling face appeared in my field of view, as she crawled up the bed to cuddle beside me. 

"Just like fine wine," she giggled. "It's better with time." 

"Cork popped, bottle empty," I mumbled, still breathing heavily. 

She snuggled closer, pressing her full breasts into my ribs, and resting her head on my shoulder. We laid there quietly for a few minutes, before she vocalized what was on her mind. 

"John, I've been doing a lot of thinking..." she whispered. 

My head was still fuzzy, but those words snapped me wide awake. This sounded serious. In my experience, 'I've been thinking' is used to justify changing your mind about something, going back on a previous decision. I prayed it wasn't me she was reconsidering. I rolled to face her, and she traced her fingernails across my chest. 

"Go ahead, honey," I replied, bracing for the worst words a man can hear. It didn't make me more confident that she wasn't looking at my face, staring instead at the spot her fingers were caressing on my chest. We talked nearly every night, and she had never expressed any reticence. 

"I'm not sure I can take much more of this long distance relationship, stuff," she said softly. I could see that she was upset, and feared the worst. 

Suddenly, that dark day in my past, when my ex-wife confessed her infidelity and asked for a divorce, came flooding back, overwhelming me with dread and sadness. 

"How would you feel about me moving home?" she asked. 

See, I knew it was too good to be true. I knew having this wonderful woman...so young and vibrant, yet mature beyond her years, wanting to be with me...had to end badly. Now she wants to...move home? What? Huh? I was confused. 

My eyes had been closed, sure this was bad news, but as I realized that she wasn't breaking up with me, I opened them. Christie was smiling. 

"Would it be okay if I moved home?" she repeated. "I mean, being right next door might be harder than being apart, at least until we figure out how to tell my Dad." 

It was sinking in now. Her concern was for our immediate future, not our long term plans. We were still us. My heart started beating again, and I exhaled. I realized that she wanted to do what I had been hoping she'd agree with, if and when I suggested it. She was ahead of me again. 

"I'd like that very much," I smiled, and pulled her closer. Now that I had survived what I was sure would be bad news...thankfully a misinterpretation on my part...I wanted her more than ever. I pawed her everywhere, tugging at her clothes. She smiled back, and let me unbutton her blouse. 

My hand slipped inside, and I mauled her breasts roughly through her bra. She gasped and moaned softly, while my frenzy increased, until I was ripping her clothes off. Her pants went flying, and I reefed her tiny panties down her legs. She still had her bra on, dishevelled as it was, and her blouse was wide open, but so were her legs, so I dove in, burying my face in her cunt. 

She was wet, and excited, and delicious, as usual. I swirled my tongue rapidly, around the inside of her succulent hole, and up over her clit, suckling on the pink pearl that was peeking out of its hood already. I attacked her pussy furiously, eager to give her the pleasure she deserved...especially now that I knew I had read her mood incorrectly. The relief washed over me, and I feasted on her juicy gash gleefully. 

"Oh my god! Yes, baby... eat my pussy! Suck my clit! It's so GOOOOOOD!" Christie groaned, squirming blissfully under my tongue. 

I glanced up at her without slowing my attentions, and saw her in rapture. Her head was thrown back, eyes screwed tightly shut, and mouth wide agape. She was tugging on her nipples, having lifted her big, beautiful tits out of their confining garment. A flush was building on her chest and neck, indicating that I was on the right track. Of course, all I really had to do was listen. She wasn't being a silent recipient. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit, honey... YES!... JUST LIKE THAT!...RIGHT THERE!... OH... FUCK... I'M... CUMMMMMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHN!" 

She gushed in my mouth, leaving a slick of salty sweetness on my face. I might normally have remained in place, savouring her nectar for a while longer, but I was hard as a rock again, and I needed to fuck her. Now, and hard. 

I crawled up quickly, and impaled her, spearing her gaping hole in a single thrust. I settled into position while Christie wailed happily and wrapped her body around mine. She desperately sought my lips for a passionate kiss, and I was happy to comply, tangling my tongue with hers as I began to pound her cunt. 

Too long apart... too much in love... too excited to be gentle...I fucked her with a selfish fury that I'd probably be ashamed of under different circumstances. Fortunately, she shared my ardour, and was enjoying being ravaged. 

"Yes, John, yes...fuck me, baby...fuck me hard!" she urged. Her hypnotic blue eyes were locked on mine, and her pretty mouth was twisted into a snarl of lust. She had one hand in my hair, and was pulling hard, returning the rough behaviour. "FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR BIG COCK!"

I briefly worried about the structure of the bed, wondering if the moans and groans it was making were indicative of imminent collapse. Screw it, I thought. If it breaks, it breaks. It'll make a great story. 

Christie was squealing unintelligibly, cumming again, while I drove full length strokes into her clutching pussy. I was leaning hard into her, enjoying the sensation of her big, round globes crushed against my chest. Between the bed's loud protestations, my darling's screams of orgasmic joy, and the sharp slapping of bodies colliding repeatedly, I expected a knock at the door any second. Fortunately, I was just about ready to join my young lover in climax. 

She screamed louder when she felt my cum flooding into her, and a smile of appreciation crossed her face. She caressed my face gently while I grunted through the spasms, pumping hot juice deep into her pussy. It was a very fast, desperate, sweaty fuck, and we both loved it. I wilted atop her. The room fell deathly silent, save for our gasping, ragged breathing. 

"Oh...wow...baby," she breathed. "That...was...intense." 

I moaned. That was the extent of my ability to communicate at this moment. 

A minute or so later, I was able to move, dragging myself off Christie to flop beside her, and allowing her to race to the bathroom with cum dripping down her leg. She returned soon, a bright smile on her face, and snuggled next to me. She had discarded the rest of her clothes, and was now deliciously smooth and bare in my embrace. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 04



"If that's the kind of welcome I can expect," she giggled softly, "I should have moved back home months ago. Wow! I felt that one, honey." 

I smiled back at her. 

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I was going to ask you if you'd consider moving back," I whispered, looking into her eyes. "I didn't want to seem selfish. You have a life there, and I didn't feel like I had a right to ask."

"Honey," she smiled, "I'm the one who should apologize. I had no reason to stay away, and every reason to want to be closer to you. I love you. If I had known my perfect man was going to move right next door, I would have started at the school in town. I only moved away to get away from my Mom. I mean, I love her, and she's the best Mom ever, but she can be a bit of a busybody, as recent activities have shown."

"You don't mind transferring?" I asked. 

"Not at all," she replied. "Actually, it will be an advantage. Their psych department is better...a bit more expensive, but nothing I can't handle." 

"You mean 'nothing WE can't handle'," I grinned. "When?" 

"Well, if you can live without me until spring break, that would seem the obvious time. Can you do without me until then?" she giggled, toying with my exhausted, cum slicked dick. 

"No," I laughed, "but if I have to, I'll give it a shot."

Spring break? I thought. That might be the perfect time for everything to be resolved. Just five weeks away or so, it could be the end of one chapter, and the beginning of the best thing that ever happened to me. 

***

I was right about the diner. While it might not have been the most romantic setting, the food was good, and surprisingly inexpensive. 

We were catching a lot of attention from the other patrons. Mostly male, and consisting of several truck drivers, they weren't blind to the striking, busty young beauty in their midst. Christie's strawberry blonde hair was tumbling loosely over her shoulders, and partially hiding the display of cleavage she had provided me with her choice of wardrobe. The dress she wore was perhaps a little too light for the wintery conditions, but looked fantastic on her, hugging every curve. 

"All these eyes on me are making me very self conscious," she whispered, tossing her mane back to make that crease of heaven between her breasts more visible. "And horny."

"After what we just did?" I asked, incredulously. Only an hour ago, we had rattled the windows of our bedroom. "You're insatiable!" 

"No one's fault but your own," she smiled. "Can't blame a girl for knowing when she's got a good thing in her bed, and wanting more of it." 

The waitress was within earshot for the end of that sentence, and laughed as she put our coffee on the table. 

"Amen to that," she winked, and left us alone. 

"See?" Christie giggled, "and she doesn't even know you!" 

Just another thing to love about her. That wicked sense of humour. We ordered dessert, and she ate her chocolate mousse in the most erotic and sensual manner imaginable, while I watched her and enjoyed my slice of lemon meringue pie. The look in her eyes told me it was time to go back to our room. 

***

We parked in the driveway again, and walked around the house to our entrance. I turned right, toward the door, but my sweetheart went left, in the direction of the hot tub. It was dark, but the moon was lighting her way. 

"Um, honey?" I asked, following a few steps behind. She ducked around the privacy screen that hid the tub from the house. 

"Ooooo, this is nice," she cooed, lifting the cover and dipping her hand in. "Very nice." She flipped the cover back, and steam billowed out into the cold night air. "I'm feeling like a skinny dip. Join me?" 

Before I could say a word, she was taking off her coat, and shimmying out of her dress. Within seconds, she was standing in the moonlight, clad only in her bra and panties, with her totally impractical high-heels on her pretty feet. She turned her back, holding her hair aside, for me to unfasten her bra, which I did deftly. 

"A bit cold for this, isn't it?" I asked, watching her step out of her panties, and then her heels. She climbed over the edge, and immersed her naked body in the bubbling water. 

"Mmmmm, not in here. Nice and toasty in here," she smiled. "Plenty of room, too." She bobbed in the water, shaking her boobs at me, as if I needed enticing. 

I sighed, and followed her lead, stripping down to my birthday suit in the cold. It was quite nippy above the water, but once I was in, frostbite dropped to the bottom of the list of concerns. Christie cuddled against me, and I realized how perfect my life had become. I was here, in this beautiful, romantic setting, moonlight streaming through the mist, while the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world pressed her perfect, voluptuous body against me. She kissed me, and perfect became a little more so. 

"I love you, Christie," I whispered, and she looked up at me, eyes glistening in the dim light. She slid off the seat, and stood, turning to face me. 

Steam cascaded up around her form, as the hot water dripped down in rivulets that followed her curves. It was ethereal, my goddess in the moonlight, and she climbed into my lap, straddling me. Settling back into the water, her breasts pressed into my chest, she put her arms around my neck, and found my lips with hers again. This kiss was prolonged, passionate, and as hot as the water that cocooned us against the chill. 

"I love you too, John. I can't tell you how much I've missed your touch, and your kiss. And...that wonderful big cock of yours, of course." She rested her head on my shoulder, and I held her, for several minutes of silence. 

I desperately wanted to ask her. I ran through it in my mind. Christie, will you be my wife? I thought, but knew, as much as this might be the perfect time to propose...romantic setting, Valentine's Day eve...it wouldn't solve our other issue. I needed to wait. Christie sighed. 

"This is lovely, but I think we'd freeze to death doing what I want to do next," she giggled. "Let's go inside." 

I nodded, then realized that we were going to have to do a wet, naked dash to our door. Christie apparently had the same thought. 

"Hmmm...didn't think this all the way through, did I?" she chuckled. "Well, it's not getting any warmer out. Let's go!" 

She leapt out of the tub, with me right behind her. I closed the cover, while she gathered her clothes in one arm, shoes dangling from her fingertips. I did the same, and followed as she led out. 

"Shit! That's cold on the tootsies!" she gasped, tiptoeing through the fluffy snow. I agreed. She flicked a few flakes at me playfully. I returned the favour. That's about when things got out of hand, and a naked snowball fight broke out. 

That's not quite right. It wasn't really a snowball fight, as the snow was too dry and fluffy to make snowballs. She scooped a handful in my direction, then ran, dodging my return volley. Giggling girlishly, she shook a snow laden branch at me, getting my right side. It was cold! 

I got her on the ass with a handful as she tried to escape, causing a shriek of joy, then she grabbed a handful of snow and lunged at me, rubbing it in my crotch. 

"Oh, now you're gonna get it!" I laughed, and chased her. She ducked around a trellis, using it to keep me away from her. 

Perhaps that was a strategic gaff on her part. Most certainly, what I did next was not my smartest move. 

I grabbed the trellis, and shook it. It was thick with snow, and she was under it. You can imagine the result. 

Surprisingly, she didn't scream. Pounds of icy, powdery snow dropped on her head, and everywhere else, sticking to her wet body like flocking on wet glue. 

"Oh shit!" I said quietly. "Sorry, honey." 

"You...are...a...dead...man," she growled, shaking her head to clear her vision. 

"Here, honey...kill me inside. Let's get you warm," I laughed, putting my arm around her shoulders. She was shivering. At least we were nearly to the door. I dug the key out of my jacket pocket, and opened the door. 

She was giggling again as I took her clothes from her, and shook them out. Both shoes were full of snow, so I knocked them clear. I closed the door, and turned on the gas fireplace, grabbing a big, soft towel from the bathroom which I used to wrap her in. I held her, and we knelt in front of the flames. Gradually, her shivers reduced, then stopped altogether. 

"Feeling better?" I asked. Tiny drops of melted snow adorned her face as she looked up at me. 

"Mmmmm, yes, thank you," she smiled, snuggling closer. 

"Sorry I did that. Am I in mortal danger?" I whispered. 

"Nah. You're safe. I love you too much," replied. "Besides, I started it, didn't I? Did I freeze your dick?" Her hand caressed my balls, wet with melted snow, but warm enough. 

"No problem. He'll live," I laughed. 

"Just the same, I'd better check on him," she breathed, and slipped out of my arms, heading south. "Are you okay, my little friend?" she asked playfully. I felt her warm breath on the head, then the heat of her mouth as she inhaled my cock. 

"Oh god, baby," I moaned. 

"Mmmmm," she responded, sucking gently. She laid on her belly, head tilted up as she perched on her elbows. Her feet kicked at the air as she bent her knees. She moaned again when my cock began to respond to her actions, swelling and lengthening rapidly. She pressed up a bit, and bobbed her head eagerly, slurping my shaft. It felt incredible. 

Christie kept this up for a couple of minutes, then withdrew, and pushed me over onto my back. 

"All we need is a bear skin rug," she smiled, straddling my hips. She guided my stiff rod to her opening, and squatted, impaling herself. "Just have to make do with bare skin, I guess," she groaned, sliding down slowly until I was balls deep. 

I'd never made love in front of a fireplace before. It was very sensual, impassioned, and arousing, even more so when she leaned forward to kiss me, resting her full breasts on my chest. 

"Thank you so much for finding this place," she whispered between kisses. "I really like it here. Of course, that's mostly because of the company." She undulated her hips, and purred softly. "Such good company." 

I laid back, and watched her skewer herself energetically, sitting up fully, and bouncing her ass on my lap. Her ass wasn't the only thing bouncing. My eyes were drawn to her fabulous, quivering breasts, that were glistening with sweat from the heat of the fire. 

"Oh yeah, let me ride that big fucking cock," she moaned. "So good, the way it stretches my pussy wide open. So fucking good!" She tilted her head back, and ground her clit against the base of my dick, bringing herself to the precipice. "Uhhhn! Uhhhhhhhhnnnn! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" 

Her eyes were shut tight when she bent back toward me, but fluttered open seconds later. A fire burned inside her, as well as the one we were in front of. 

"Ooooo, that was good," she smiled, blowing stray hairs out of her face. She lifted off, and laid beside me, facing away, toward the fire. 

I rolled to face her, snuggling close and wrapping her up in my arms. She reached between her legs, and slipped the head of my still rampant shaft into her pussy again. I pressed deep, and she hissed a passionate 'yessss'. 

I put one hand on her hip, and started to fuck her again, drilling between her firm yet pillowy butt cheeks. She lifted her right leg, giving me better access, and encouraging me to drive deeper. Finally, she arched her back, and rolled her right shoulder back, making a kiss possible. 

So here we were, locked in a hot, sweaty embrace, laying on the floor in front of the fireplace, fucking furiously. I had one handful of her soft, left breast, and a mouthful of her tongue. I reached around her right thigh, and began to rub her clit while pounding her from behind. The fuse was lit. 

"Shiiiiiit! Yes, baby! Donnnnnnnnn't stopppp!" Christie groaned. 

I had no plans to stop, and stepped it up a notch, stroking into her juicy cunt even harder. She squealed with each ardent stab. Her hand was pressed over mine, directing my flying fingers to just the right spot. I didn't mind the input, and she seemed to be enjoying my dick being put into her like this. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck... OhHHHHHHH FUCK!" she screamed, as her pussy played a staccato rhythm on my intruder, grabbing tight with each spasm. 

I was nearly there myself, and pressed her over onto her stomach, putting my knees outboard of hers and ploughing into her pussy like a madman. She was still cumming, now screaming into her crossed arms, when I reached my zenith. 

I just love cumming inside her pussy. It's especially satisfying when she's in the throes of her own orgasm, and seems somehow much more intimate than spraying it all over her. I like that, too, but it didn't feel right, on this romantic occasion. 

Christie groaned as I grunted and dumped my load all the way up inside her gash. I can only imagine that, as my third squirt of the night, it wasn't that voluminous, but it still felt like a slice of heaven. When I was empty, I rested on my elbows and knees, trying not to squash her. 

"Hot..." she whispered. 

"Yes, it was hot, wasn't it?" I replied, kissing her shoulder. 

"Yes," she giggled, "but that's not what I meant. I am cooking, being so close to the fire. It's too hot! Off me, please, so I can move?" 

Yeah, I thought we were a little sweatier than usual, and after I rolled off her, she reached out to turn the fireplace down, and sat up on her haunches. She laughed, and pointed to the smooth floor we had been on. 

"Look at that," she smiled. I peeked over her shoulder. On the floor were two boob-shaped sweat smears, where her round breasts had been flattened by our weight. "Should we leave our mark? Like Grauman's Chinese Theatre, in Hollywood?"

"I've heard that Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell wanted to do boob prints there, but got turned down," I smiled. "Can you imagine? Instead of all those women putting their hands in Marilyn's prints, they'd be testing their breasts against hers. The traffic would be terrible, with all those boobs around."

"Do you think mine would measure up?" she asked coyly. She glanced down, and cupped her right breast. She smiled, and I moved closer, dipping my head to suckle the offered nipple dutifully.

"Mmmmm...I'll take that as a 'yes'," she sighed, and stroked my hair. "Thank you."

***

I woke up before Christie. That was a miracle in itself, given how often she had woken me through the night. Three times we had enjoyed each other's close proximity by making love. We were quiet and gentle each time, but still brought each other to a climax. 

I laid there, gazing at my hopefully soon-to-be wife. She was just so beautiful, and peaceful, sleeping like an angel. Her hair partially covered her face, and her plump lips puckered open, blowing little pops and whistles that were so cute. Adorable. I was ruined for life. No other woman could ever measure up. 

While I watched, she stirred slightly, and one eye opened slowly, peeking out through a curtain of strawberry blonde. She saw me looking at her, and smiled. 

"Mmmmm, good morning," she whispered. "What time is it?" 

"Don't know," I replied with a smile. "Don't care. We don't have a schedule." 

"True, but I'm hungry," she giggled. "We were up a lot last night. You were incredible."

I picked up my watch from the bedside table, and checked the time. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus. 

"Well, breakfast should be here soon. They said they had a special meal for us for Valentine's Day," I replied. 

"Really? That's very nice of them. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie," she smiled, kissing me softly. "I'm going to hit the shower. Call me when the food arrives?" 

"Of course, darling," I said, and watched as she rolled out of bed. She jiggled and wiggled around the corner into the bathroom. The shower started a few seconds later. She had almost finished when I saw the shadow outside the windows, and there was a knock on the door. 

"Just a moment," I called, scrambling to my feet, and pulling on the robe provided. I hoped I didn't look too much like I'd been having sex all night, and didn't have pussy breath. I opened the door. 

It was Janice, the owner, with a huge tray of breakfast for us. She stepped in, and placed the tray on the table. She gave me a quick rundown on everything, and was just about to leave when Christie came out of the bathroom, clad in her own robe, and towelling her damp hair. 

"Oh, doesn't this look wonderful," she smiled, introducing herself. Janice shook her hand, and glanced at me with a wry grin. She saw the age difference immediately, as Christie was only slightly older than her own daughter. I suppose she had seen similar guests before. 

Once Janice left, we sat down to share breakfast. A flower in a vase was on the tray, along with a danish for each of us. The pancakes were heart shaped, special for today. There was juice, and coffee, and sausage, and bacon, and fruit...everything needed to fuel up for what was sure to be an energetic day. 

And...it was. 

***

Monday morning finally rolled around, and we packed into the car to roll down the hill to Christie's school...or at least, her school for now. We had discussed the idea of her transfer at length between bouts of lovemaking over the last two days. She was going to start the wheels in motion from her end, and I would work from the other. I was ecstatic. Things were working out better than I could have hoped. 

My honey dragged out our goodbye with her usual aplomb, reluctantly leaving the car to attend her class. We had worn each other out over the weekend, but it had to last us another month or so, until she moved back home. A final deep kiss sealed our weekend, and she went inside. 

The trip home was uneventful, just long and lonely. I did a lot of thinking, and came to a few conclusions. Her transfer made life so much easier, but would have been a huge complication if not for the part of the plan she didn't know about yet. 

When I got home, I was given the usual loud, frenzied greeting by my four-legged kids, and Angela appeared at the door minutes later. She gave me my post trip debrief on the dogs' behaviour. Nothing earthshattering to report. She finished talking, and gave me a raise of her eyebrows. 

Oh... My turn, right? 

"Ah, well, she's fine, and says to say 'hello'. I think telling you anything more than that would be, um... well, you'd better ask her. She'll probably tell you what you want to know," I laughed, blushing. 

"On a somewhat related note," I added, "I've given the 'Ed' situation a lot of thought, and I want to make sure that it doesn't cause a problem between the two of you. So, with that in mind... You know nothing, and you've seen nothing. Got it?"

Angela laughed, and glanced down at her ample chest. 

"What? Do I look like Sergeant Schultz to you?" she asked. 

I hadn't thought of it, but it did sound like the character from 'Hogan's Heroes', didn't it? 

"Um, no, you don't," I replied, shaking my head. "Far from it, and insulting you was not my intent."

"I know," she smiled, "and I appreciate your concern. Okay, if you want me to play dumb, I can do that. Are you sure you want to go it alone?" 

"Yup, I've got it all planned, and if there's fallout, I want it to be on me, and no one else," I said. 

I felt like a naked bullfighter, trying to avoid the horns of an angry bull. Can you be happy and angry at the same time? 

***

At Christie's school, spring break took place just after exams wrapped up, ending the semester. That's why she thought it was the perfect time to transfer. Even better, her new school had exams after the break...exams she didn't need to take, as she hadn't started those classes...so her break would be extended. I was thrilled. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 04



We had decided to keep the transfer a secret from her parents, certain the surprise would be a good one. 

Everything was in place. 

I suppose our plans put a little more pressure on her during exams, wanting a clean start with maximum credits in her favour, but she handled it easily, passing with her usual flying colours. 

Ever since I had given her the ride back to school after her Christmas break, she had been stranded there without her car. Now that she was leaving for good, she would need a ride again. John to the rescue. 

I borrowed my friend's truck again, just in case she had a lot of stuff to bring back, and made the drive there one last time. She did have more boxes than my car could have accommodated, so the truck was needed. As she took her seat, she giggled, and sniffed. 

"See? It hardly smells of my pussy at all!" she smiled. 

"Yeah, well, just the same, let's not reenact the scenario. He gave me funny looks for weeks," I laughed. 

"Okay, baby. Home, James," she chuckled, pointing in the right direction. I started the engine, and put the truck in gear. 

"Honey...my name is John," I said, pulling into traffic, "but you can call me anything you'd like." 

Christie behaved herself on the way home, and we had a nice, relaxing trip, with the customary midway pit stop for lunch. While we were waiting for our food, she gave me this look that told me she had something serious to say. 

"Baby, you're sure you'll be okay with this, right?" she asked. "I don't want to assume anything, and it will be harder on you than me." 

"Don't worry your pretty little head," I replied. "I've had lots of time to figure it out, and I'm sure we'll be fine. I wouldn't have it any other way." 

***

Having delivered Christie back home, I stashed her boxes in my garage and returned the truck to my friend, returning with my car. When I walked in, there was a message waiting on my home phone. It was Ed. 

"Hi John, it's Ed, next door," he said. "I wanted to thank you again for picking up my little girl and bringing her back home. We're having a little dinner celebration tomorrow night to mark Christie's return and passing her exams, and I'd like to invite you over to join us. I'll let you call Angela back, since she's the master planner. Looking forward to seeing you."

I was a bit surprised. Ed had never called before. Did he know something? 

Nah, I thought. He's just being a good Dad. So tomorrow's the day. 

I called Angela back, and she gave me the time I should arrive, in the middle afternoon. She didn't add anything, so I assume Ed was nearby. 

The evening was quiet. I snuggled with the dogs. Christie didn't come for a visit, but I wasn't expecting her to. We had talked about it, and realized we might be asking for trouble we didn't need. 

Sleep didn't come easily. I was on edge, and it took a while for me to close my eyes, but that was somewhat helpful, as it led to me sleeping later than usual. At last, it was time for me to walk next door. 

I was greeted at the door, before I could knock, by my lovely girl, who stepped out quietly for a quick kiss. She had been watching for me.

"I missed you last night," she smiled. 

"I missed you, too," I replied. "Ready?" 

"Ready," she giggled, and slipped back inside. I waited fifteen seconds, and knocked. The door opened. 

"John!" she gasped. "Come on in! Great to see you!" 

Okay, she was overplaying it. She was my girl. I cut her all the slack she would ever need. 

We walked into the kitchen together, where Angela was whipping up something delicious with her usual flair. 

"Hi ya, Schultz!" I laughed. 

Angela went about her business without reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said quietly. 

"Huh? Schultz?" Christie asked. 

"Ask him," Angela smiled, pointing a wooden spoon at me. "He started it." Christie turned to me. 

"I'll explain later," I replied. "Where's Ed? The usual?" 

"Yeah," Angela said, "except he's watching a movie, since football is over." 

"Okay. Wish me luck?" I asked, giving Christie a kiss. She returned it passionately. 

"Would you two cut it out? I can't very well say I don't know about you if you keep doing that in front of me, can I?" Angela hissed. 

"You're right," I smiled. "Sorry, Mom."

"Oh...fuck off, you prick!" she giggled, flicking an olive slice at me, as I walked out. 

I'd been to this house often enough that I knew exactly how to find Ed. He was in his theatre. 

When I got there, Tom Cruise was calling Jack Nicholson to the stand. It was, of course, 'A Few Good Men', one of my favourite movies, and I had timed it perfectly. This was the best scene in the whole film. 

My mind was turning things over, again and again, and even though I wasn't paying attention directly, the movie was colouring my thoughts. I was nervous. 

I was in danger. Grave danger? Is there another kind? No, Jack. Really, what was the worst that could happen? Ed would be angry, not homicidal. Christie would still be in love with me. She might even move in. Hmmm. 

I watched Tom Cruise's hand shake, as he prepared to confront the Colonel in the movie. I sympathized. I was a little shaky, as well. 

Could Ed, as the movie said, 'handle the truth'? I was just mulling that over, when Christie walked in. 

"Mom, could you join us in here for a minute?" she called. 

I patted my pocket. Yes, it was there. 

Angela walked in, wearing her apron and wiping her hands. "Yes, honey?" 

Christie stood in front of us, looking a little nervous. 

"Mom... Dad...I'm moving home!" she giggled, clapping her hands. "I've made arrangements to transfer to the University in town, so I'm coming home!" 

There was a cheer from all involved, and hugs were dispensed. I put my hand in my pocket, and left it there. 

Okay, John. It's time. Scrape together all the courage you can gather, and do what you've been wanting to do for months. 

I stood, and took my hug from Christie. I looked deep into her eyes, then slowly dropped to one knee. She gazed at me, stunned for a few seconds, before her hand flew up to cover her mouth, and she gasped. Another gasp from behind me signalled Angela's comprehension of the moment. 

In my pocket, the velvet box I had purchased nearly four weeks ago after a long search was tucked in my fingers as I withdrew my hand. Christie's eyes were wide, as I opened it and showed her the ring I hoped to be putting on her finger in a minute. 

"Christie, will you be my wife?" I asked. 

I was being very trusting, putting my back to Ed at this point. He was happy that his little girl was coming home, but I was dousing that fire pretty quickly. The outcome of the night was dependent on Christie's answer, in more ways than she knew. 

She teared up, and nodded, opening her arms to welcome me in. 

"Yes, John, of course I'll marry you!" she giggled. "I love you so much!" We hugged, then Christie stepped back, ring finger extended to accept the ring. I happily slipped it on her delicate digit, then kissed her. 

The order of things was certainly not conventional, but we didn't care. Yes, usually, the bride's parents knew she was seeing someone before the wedding announcement. Usually, but not today. We turned to face them. 

Angela was doing her best Meryl Streep impression, passably conveying surprise to those who didn't know better. Ed was just stunned, with his mouth open. 

"You're this mystery boyfriend we've been hearing about?" she asked, trying not to laugh. 

"So it would seem," I smiled. Ed found his voice. 

"So...how long have you two..." he gestured, unable to finish the sentence out loud. Yes Ed, I've been having sex with your little girl... who, if you haven't noticed, has grown into a full blown hottie. She's a woman now. She's my woman now. 

"Long enough to know that John is the perfect man for me," Christie answered. "He treats me with respect, and makes me very happy, and I love him." 

She finished the sentence in a manner that told me there was going to be no debate. Apparently, that message was also clear to her parents. Angela stepped forward, and hugged us both. 

Okay Ed...your daughter is happy, and your wife is happy. If you rain on the parade now, you're going to look like an ogre. I don't need you to be happy yet, just look happy. We'll work the rest of it out, between us, later. 

I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder, a little harder than merely congratulatory, but there was no knife involved, so I considered it a win. 

I hoped...perhaps the correct word was 'prayed'...that Ed could see the same difference that Angela did, between fucking his daughter, and loving his daughter. I hoped to have some time to let him figure it out. 

Nope. The ladies left together, jabbering happily about wedding stuff, and inspecting the glittering bauble on Christie's hand. That left Ed and myself alone. His face went from happy to serious, and I knew I was in trouble. 

"John...we need to have a word," he said. 

Oh...shit... Dinner was going to be interesting. 

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Thank you again for reading, and I honestly hope you enjoyed this time with Christie and John. There will be more, but I ask for your patience again, as I have several other stories that need similar attention. Keep checking in. 

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Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 05



It took me a bit of time to figure out where I wanted to go with John and Christie, but they're back. I appreciate the words of encouragement and patience from my readers. 

I also appreciate you looking out for me, as I recently received a heads up from an anonymous reader that one of my stories had been stolen and plagiarized, word for word save a few name changes, on another site. It has been taken down, and the other 'author' banned from the offending site. Thanks to that reader, very much. 

With that in mind... 

The following is an original work of fiction. All characters are fictional, and over the age of eighteen. This work remains the intellectual property of myself, the author, and is published by Literotica with my consent. All rights to this work are reserved, and it is copyrighted. 

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I felt bad. 

Even though everything had worked out fine, I still didn't like the way we had bushwacked Ed. It had just been the lesser of multiple evils. 

The biggest problem was Angela. If she hadn't known about us for months, we could have just proceeded the way most couples do, even though the situation was anything but ordinary. 

But, because Angela did know, and had been hiding that from her husband, I had no choice. It had to be abrupt, and sudden, or Ed might find out, and be angry with her. I was taking the bullet, because I could. How he felt about me was less important than how he felt about his wife, especially since her predicament was because of me. 

When Ed had said we 'needed to talk', I had anticipated a conflict, possibly during dinner. That hadn't arisen, thankfully. Perhaps he had decided to think it over, or maybe he just didn't want to spoil the celebration, but I had escaped without having to deal with it. At least for now. He certainly knew where to find me, and I was sure my reprieve was temporary. 

My phone rang. It was Christie. 

"Hi baby," I smiled. "Coming over for a visit? A swim? Something more fun?" 

"Absolutely," she chirped back, "but not right now. I just thought you should know that my Dad is going to be knocking on your door soon. He wants to talk to you." Like I said... a temporary reprieve. 

"I expected as much. How's his mood?" I asked. 

"Concerned, but not angry," she replied quietly. "He's still happy that I'm happy. I think you'll be fine." 

"I know," I laughed. "He's more afraid of you than I am of him. I speak from experience, because I feel the same way. The thought of losing you scares the shit out of me." 

"Well, then there's nothing for you to worry about, because I'm not going anywhere. Although, you did surprise me yesterday. You could have told me to be ready for it," she said softly. 

"It was better that way," I explained. "It had to be a surprise for everyone, so your mother would be safe. She had to appear to know nothing..." 

"Ah... and saw nothing. That's what the 'Schultz' stuff was about," she giggled. "That was pretty funny. Message me after my father leaves, okay? I'll come over and we can talk more then."

"Will do," I replied. 

"Good luck, honey," she smiled. 

"Thanks, baby." 

***

The knock on my door still made me jump, despite the fact that I knew he was coming. I stood, with my hand on the doorknob, gathering myself, before I turned it. 

"Ed!" I laughed, feigning surprise. 

"John," he replied ominously. "It's time we had that talk I mentioned." 

"Yes it is," I nodded, and gestured for him to come in. "Let's sit outside. It's a beautiful day."

"Fine. I could use a drink, too," Ed nodded. "Scotch. Neat. A double."

Okay. It's just after noon, a bit early for the hard stuff, so I guess he's as nervous as I am about this. I went to get him his scotch, and poured myself a soft drink, then joined him by the pool. 

"Here you go," I smiled, handing him his glass, and taking my seat next to him. "So... what do you want to talk about? Cars? The Broncos? Politics?" 

I caught him off guard with that one, and he laughed, easing the tension for both of us. 

"Something a little closer to home, I think," he said slowly. "I always knew this day was coming, sooner or later. My little girl has grown into a beautiful woman, and some young man was bound to fall in love with her. I just thought he'd be a little younger." He looked at me over the rim of his glass as he sipped the scotch. 

"Hey! I'm younger!" I laughed. 

"Than me? Yes. Barely," he nodded. "But you're not younger than the mother of your girlfriend... my daughter. That's going to take some getting used to. I know I'm hardly the one to lecture, being twelve years older than Angela, but?..." 

"Yes, I know, Ed. Believe me, you're not saying anything I haven't said to myself several times," I answered. "I didn't plan to fall for her. I didn't plan to get involved with her. I didn't even start things going. We just spent some time talking, and became friends. One thing led to another, and before we knew what was happening... well, I'm sure you are aware of how mature Christie is. She's unlike any woman her age I've ever met."

"Uh huh," he said softly. "I get that. I suppose I need to trust my daughter's emotions in this matter, but you've got to admit... you're not going to be a normal son. You were married for longer than I've been married, already. I mean, jeez, you're supposed to be coming to me for relationship advice, and how to deal with my daughter... but you have more experience!"

"Yeah, and it ended so well," I grumbled, sipping my own drink. "Maybe you can still teach me how it should be." 

"From what I've heard, you can't really be blamed for your ex-wife's departure. I'm sorry I brought it up," he said. "Makes my life easier, though. I don't have to ask you what your intentions are."

We sat silently for a few minutes. He was making me question my motives. Maybe that was his plan all along, but I had done enough questioning over the last five months to be quite sure of why I loved Christie, and it went way deeper than simple physical attraction. 

"Ed, you needn't worry about how I feel about Christie. I do love her. More than I can possibly explain. She loves me too," I said evenly. 

"So I gather, and I'm glad for you... both of you... but..." his voice trailed off, and he tipped his glass back, draining it into his mouth. 

"I'm not going to hurt her, Ed," I told him. "She's the most important thing in my life, and I love her almost as much as you do."

"I appreciate that. Look, John... I know my daughter. She is certainly capable of making her own decisions, and once she has, there's little that can change it, so I'm not going to waste my time arguing with her. I am left with no choice but to trust her, and you. Just know that there's no time limit to her happiness. If you ever hurt her, we'll be having this conversation again." 

Ed smiled, and stood up. "Thanks for the scotch, and the talk. I think you two will be happy together, and that's all I really care about. Take care of my baby." I nodded, and he left me sitting alone. I heard the front door close. 

"Well, that went better than I expected," I whispered. 

***

I had laid down for a nap after Ed left. The stress had sapped my energy, and I needed to recharge a little before Christie came over. My dreams were featuring a certain buxom young coed, and she was currently teasing me by keeping her yummy nipples just out of reach of my lips after having tied me to the bed. I'm not sure what Freud would make of that, but found it frustrating and exciting at the same time. 

The bed moved a little, stirring me from my imaginary restraints, and I opened my eyes slowly to find a pair of blue ones looking back into mine. Christie was leaning over me, with a smile on her face. 

"Okay. You guys leave a lot to be desired as guard dogs," I mumbled, looking up at Peabody and Baron, sitting behind her on the bed. They were wagging their tails, and generally appearing as far from threatening as possible. Baron tilted his head as I spoke. "What if she was a burglar, or someone who means me harm? Who would get you treats if I was gone?" 

"If you didn't want me in here, you shouldn't have given me a key," she giggled. "Besides, the dogs are good judges of character, and they know I would never hurt you. Unless you wanted me to, of course." Her smile widened, and she kissed me softly. "Dad seemed satisfied when he came home. Did you guys have a good talk?" 

"Yeah, he's just being a father, looking out for you. If the roles were reversed, I'd probably be doing the exact same thing. He'll be okay," I laughed. "So, what brings you here?" I asked. 

"Oh, I think you know what brings me here," she grinned, and began to unbutton her top. "Remember... to keep him happy with you, you need to keep me happy. I've got you right where I want you! Bwahh ha ha!" she laughed, twirling her imaginary villain's moustache. The last button was quickly dispatched, and she pulled her blouse open to show me the feminine, lacey cups of her lilac coloured bra. "I've been waiting for this for a month, so you've got to make up for lost time." 

"Well, if you insist," I smiled up at her. She leaned over and kissed me again, as I peeled her blouse off over her shoulders. Seconds later, it was on the floor, and she was fully in my arms. The bra didn't put up much more of a fight, and it was soon flying across the room. Baron gave it a sniff, and briefly thought about chewing on it, before walking out of the bedroom. 

I rolled us over, and gazed down at Christie's beautiful breasts, capped with those perfect, erect nipples. I thought briefly about chewing on them, too, and it sounded like a great idea, so I did, gently gnawing on the stiff buds of tightly puckered flesh. My darling girl moaned happily, and ran her fingers through my hair. 

"Mmmmm, that's a good start," she whispered. "After the fucking you gave me over Valentine's Day, I've been wearing out my vibrator just to keep from losing my mind. The poor thing is on its last legs. I guess it's a good thing I can retire it now, isn't it?" 

"Mmmmm hmmm," I nodded, suckling dutifully. I suppose I could count on having her on demand, with her back next door again. I'd just have to get used to a steady diet of perfection and bliss. Oh well... I withdrew my lips with a slurp. 

"Speaking of which... how did you sneak out this time? Wasn't it a bit harder with them knowing about us?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," she smiled. "Dad just looked at me like he wanted to say something, but ended up waving his hand and mumbling something about 'being careful', and to have fun. I guess we've been given the green light, in a way. I'll miss being sneaky, though. It felt so naughty."

"Uh oh... you're not going to get bored with me now that we're not a secret, are you?" I asked, flicking my tongue across her nips playfully. 

"Oh yes, I'm sure I'll get tired of all the orgasms," she giggled. "I can't see us lasting more than fifty years or so."

"Fifty years? Jeez... I'll be the spokesman for Viagra by then, if you don't kill me before we get there!" I gasped. 

"Well, I'll take it easy on you... at least until I'm on your life insurance policy," she laughed. "You don't need to make me cum ten times today. Five should do for now." 

I'm sure if Ed could see us now... bantering back and forth playfully, so obviously happy and totally compatible, despite the age difference... he'd completely understand why he didn't need to worry about us. Or, he'd have a stroke... because I was sucking his little girl's big tits, and working her yoga pants off over her hips, so I could suck on something even more delicious. Maybe it's a good thing he can't see us now, after all. 

The yoga pants slid off easily, and so did her matching thong. I settled between her thighs, and picked up where I left off. She was quite wet, with a sheen of juices across her swollen labia, and smelled wonderful, as usual. I inhaled her scent deeply, and looked up her body. She was holding her breath, eyes closed, anticipating the touch of my tongue as she toyed with her tall nipples. I made her wait just a little longer, and her hips began to undulate impatiently. 

"Oh please, baby... don't tease me!" she gasped. "Just do it already! Lick my pussy! You're killing me!" 

Well, we can't have that, can we? 

I pointed my tongue, and speared her juicy opening with it, wiggling as deep into her moist crevice as I could reach. She groaned... a long, drawn out sigh of relief and pleasure, that told me I had hit the spot. 

Usually, we would be dealing with some sort of time restriction while we were together in my bed. She always had to get back home before her extended absence brought up questions we didn't want to answer. Today was different. Ed and Angela were now in the loop, and knew where she was, and what we were up to. It brought a level of relaxation that we'd only known away from here. 

With that feeling in mind, I decided to take my time. Christie was going to remember this one. 

From my place between her outstretched thighs, I licked her gently, pausing occasionally to take in the sensuous vista that was her naked body. If I had been allowed to design my own perfect woman, I could hardly have done better than nature had already achieved with Christie. My proposal had been accepted, so I could look forward to having this luscious creature in my bed for the rest of my life, but that didn't diminish my reverence for her. 

My hands ran up and down her strong, lean legs, caressing the smooth, thinly veiled muscle of her firm thighs and shapely calves. She moaned softly, enjoying my touch. Her legs wrapped me in a snug embrace, trapping me where she wanted my attention to be focused. I plunged my tongue into her depths again. 

I just love eating pussy. In general, I always have, from the first tasty twat I experienced as an eighteen year old. That woman had been three years my elder, and more experienced than my virgin self. She had taken my cherry, and suggested that I taste her juicy snatch, beginning a lifelong love affair with women and their delicious vaginas. Several women expressed their enjoyment of my talented tongue, until it's wandering days were retired by my ex-wife, who was the sole beneficiary of my oral attention for twenty-six years. I didn't mind the restricted menu, as her pussy had been quite wet, receptive, and succulent... at least, until she started allowing others to sample it as well. That decision by her had led me to where I now was. 

I wouldn't mind spending my next twenty-six years camped between Christie's legs. The fact that she seemed to be as fond of my attention as I was of her sweet, syrupy secretions only made that prospect more pleasant to consider. 

Speaking of sweet secretions... she was oozing deliciousness right now, as I continued to lovingly bathe her feminine folds with a barrage of licks, kisses and gentle sucks. She rubbed her feet across my back, and held my head in place with both hands, moaning happily. Her cunt grew wetter by the second, and I kept slurping away with equal enjoyment, listening to her vocalizations as they became louder and more eloquent. 

"Mmmmm yes, honey... that's so nice. I just love the way you eat me, baby. So gentle... so loving... so good... oh yes, so good," she whispered. My tongue twirled around her clit, causing a gasp from Christie. "Oh shit! Yes baby! You know how I love that, don't you? Suck my clit, baby! Set me on fire!"

She was right ; I did know how much she loved getting her clit sucked, licked and nibbled. I knew all her triggers, including one she was a little embarrassed about. One she liked a little more than she would admit. I was in the neighbourhood now, so why not pay it a visit? 

My tongue trailed down, away from her clit, across the soaking, slippery folds of her pouting, engorged labia, moving slowly ever closer. I paused for a moment at the lower edge of her vestibule, collecting a few drops of honey that were there, before continuing. I cleaned her perineum of excess dew, listening to her moans change in pitch again. She took a few sharp breaths, and her grip on my head tightened. Now, what was that address, again? Ah, here it is. 

The tip of my tongue swiped across her tight, pink butt hole. I'm sure the dogs heard her clearly, as her pitch elevated rapidly into a shrill squeal of bliss. Another pass over the pretty little starfish elicited a similar reaction. I kept flicking her with my tongue, while she tilted her hips upward, making it easier for me to reach the target. 

"Oooooooooo, I'm such a dirty girl!" she gasped. "I can't help it! I love it when you lick my ass!" 

That's okay, honey. I feel the same way when you do it to me, too. I would have said it, but I was busy burrowing into her puckered sphincter with my tongue. She probably wouldn't have heard me anyway, as she was squealing again. Her hips were bucking against my face, trying to force my tongue into the opening that now glistened with saliva and excess pussy juice, which was flowing freely from above. 

Since my goal here was to prolong her agony... I mean pleasure... I moved back up, passing through her dripping cleft again on the way to her primary target. Several quick passes over and around her clit kept the flames building. While I was up here, I could look up her body. I always liked this view. 

Christie's stomach was clenching, and her chest was heaving with her ragged breathing. She had her head tilted back, the tension of her building pleasure clear in the tight muscles of her elegant neck. I watched her big, beautiful breasts quiver and roll across her chest as she desperately tried to reach her zenith... but I had other ideas. 

Back down, to the rear entrance, my tongue trailed along the path again. Her pussy was awash in her fragrant lubricant, and she shrieked when I once more found her tangy asshole. The little sphincter was trying to grab my tongue, puckering and relaxing over and over. My fingertip had barely joined the party, pressing slightly into her ass, when she screeched blissfully, and came. 

I thought I'd seen it all. I had seen her pussy bubble freely all over the seat in the SUV, on our expedition back to her school after Christmas. She had gushed on me several times, leaving me to slurp up her ambrosia happily, but this was new, and mostly caused by teasing her ass. 

Her entire body seemed to tense up all at once, and her face turned purple with the exertion, as she blasted me right in the face. It wasn't really like the sprinkler jobs you see in porn movies. More of a single, inundating spurt of hot honey, that splashed off my cheeks to drip down her trembling thighs. She groaned deeply throughout, then melted into the bed, gasping for air. Her legs were limp, still wrapped around my shoulders, and her hands had released their death grip on my hair, falling away softly. 

I wiped the spray from my eyes, licking my fingers hungrily. She was full of surprises, that's for sure. Resting my chin on her pubic bone, I watched her slowly recover, until her breathing was almost normal. Her nipples looked about ready to pop, nearly as purple as her face had been, and puckered tightly into tall spires that redefined the term 'pencil erasers'. 

"What..." she giggled, "... did you do... to me? Promise you'll... never stop." 

"I promise," I smiled, easing up her body. My cock was on autopilot, and found the gaping hole that her pouty pussy had become. It slid in easily, causing a squelch of fluids to leak out. 

"Oh god... I don't know if I can handle another one of those orgasms right now," she breathed, her body still like jello under mine. "You nearly fucking killed me... and now you want to fuck me more?" 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 05



"That's right," I smiled, kissing her softly, as my dick reached bottom. 

"You smell like pussy," she laughed, finding the energy to kiss back, and taste herself on my lips. 

"Yes, well, that was quite the squirt, my dear. You might have warned me." 

"For me to warn you, I would need to know it was coming," she smiled lazily. "I didn't, so it was a surprise for both of us."

I gave her a few gentle strokes, testing the waters, so to speak. She let out a contented sigh, and wrapped her body around mine. Her grip wasn't quite up to its usual level of participation yet, but she was returning from the dead gradually. 

"Mmmmm, that's one very wet pussy," I moaned, probing her deeply. 

"Oh yes, honey... and that's one nice, big, hard cock inside my wet pussy," she replied softly. "Fuck me good, baby."

Her legs wrapped tighter around my hips, and she dug her heels into my rump, spurring me into action. I was happy to do so, and began to give it to her harder, watching her body react to my increasingly ardent thrusts. Those big tits wobbled joyfully, attracting my eyes. She shook her shoulders, adding to the view with a lusty giggle. 

"Mmmmm, you just can't get enough of my boobs, can you?" she asked, corralling the full globes with her hands. I didn't need to answer, but kicked in a few extra hard strokes to increase the jiggle I loved so much. "I'm fine with that," she smiled, cupping them for me. "That's what they're there for, isn't it?" 

Mid-intercourse seemed like a funny time for an Anthropological conversation, but she was right. Humans were the only primates with permanent breasts, where all others only had breasts apparent when pregnant. The visibility of human breasts is thought to convey the ability to feed a woman's children to her mate, and bigger means more food for longer. That's what the experts say, and I suppose it was a valid theory. 

Or maybe men just like big jugs because they do. Maybe there's no reason beyond that. 

Pretty much covers it for me, I thought, watching her full breasts swing and sway in time to my pounding strokes. 

"Ooooof! Ooooof! Ooooof!" she grunted, while I drilled her furiously. "Gimme that fucking cock! Fuck me! God I'm gonna cum again!" 

She had hardly spoken the words before her body confirmed it, and her cunt clutched tight around my dick. She screamed, and her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me as deep as possible inside her. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" she gasped, then wilted again. "Sonofabitch! You're killing me!" 

"Nah, you're young," I grunted, pausing for a moment to catch my own breath. "You can handle it." I pulled out, and dragged her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips up in the air. Her shoulders were still flat on the bed, but I put my knees outside of hers to brace her, as I plugged my cock back into her drooling cunt from behind. I grabbed her hips, and went back to pounding her. 

Christie was yelping with each full length stroke into her vagina. The 'slap' of our collisions echoed through the otherwise quiet house, and I was watching my shiny cock splitting her pussy lips wide open. Her firm ass shook, absorbing the impact of my hips. I put my thumb over her wet bung hole and pushed, feeling the tight, muscular ring resist, then yield, as my thumb slipped in. 

"Oh jesus fucking christ!" she screeched, with what little was left of her ragged voice. "Motherfucking bastard! That's not fair! AHHHHHHNNnnnn!..." 

Her voice trailed off, destroyed by her previous orgasms, but her mouth hung open, as she came again. Her pussy and asshole clenched tight around their respective intruders, until she flopped forward, gasping like a beached salmon, and yanking herself away from me. 

I was pretty much ready to cum myself, so I pushed her over onto her back, and knelt beside her, fisting my shaft furiously. She didn't even open her eyes as I sprayed my load all over her chest, neck and face. Taking the time to get her off had stoked my fire into a huge blaze, with a correspondingly huge amount of juice to be emptied from my balls. By the time I was finished, she was sputtering, blowing cum bubbles from her lips as I shook the dregs off the head of my spent dick. I collapsed beside her, and the room fell silent, save for our breathing. 

"Is that... what brings... you here?" I asked softly. 

"Yeah," she giggled, licking her lips clean. "That about covers it." 

***

Sunday afternoon, I was sitting by the pool, recharging my batteries in the warm sun. We had drained each other yesterday, and fell asleep together after our session, only waking hours later when the dogs wanted dinner. Christie had dragged herself into the shower, to wash off the crust of dried semen that armoured her chest and face, then staggered home, where she stayed for the night. 

My eyes were closed, but I heard the gate squeak as Christie came quietly into the yard. When I opened my eyes, she was standing nearby, wearing a smile and a bikini, and holding an overnight bag. 

"Would you like a roommate?" she giggled. 

"Um, huh?" I asked, shaking my head. "Yes, but..." 

"I made Mom and Dad a deal," she explained. "I argued that if they accepted the fact that we were getting married, and also the fact that we had already been having sex, then they should logically be okay with us living together." 

"I see," I smiled. "So far the deal seems pretty one sided. What do they get out of it?" 

"Well," she grinned, sitting next to me on her lounger, "I promised them I wouldn't let my grades slip. If I do, I have to move back home, and only see you on weekends."

"Right. Sounds fair to me. I'll keep you on the straight and narrow," I laughed. "Anything else?" 

"Just one more thing, and it's kind of embarrassing," she rolled her eyes. "Dad asked that we... or rather I... keep it down while he's at home. He, um... he doesn't like to hear me screaming, even if it's a happy scream. I guess he heard me yesterday. He asks if I could save the loud stuff for when he's at work." I laughed, and she pointed at me accusingly. "It's your fault!" she giggled. "If you weren't so fucking good in bed, he wouldn't have heard a thing." 

"Okay. I'll try to be lousy then," I nodded. 

"Bite your tongue!" she hissed, leaning over to kiss me. "Actually, I'll bite mine. You just keep being you, and making me cum like a banshee. It makes me wonder who else could hear us though. Maybe we're entertaining the entire neighbourhood." 

"You know, most of the time that your father is at work, I will be too. That should keep you quiet," I suggested. 

"Hmmm, yes, I know," she nodded. "I may need a new vibrator after all, unless I can tempt you home for a lunchtime quickie." 

"That sounds like fun," I smiled.

"Good. So, what would you like for dinner tonight?" she asked, laying back on the lounge. "I offer myself as dessert." 

***

Monday morning, I reluctantly pried myself out of Christie's embrace, and our nice warm bed. She greeted me as I exited the shower, with a coffee and a smile... in the nude, of course, lest I get too comfortable with leaving her for the day. 

"Breakfast is almost ready," she giggled, patting my behind. "Get dressed. I'll see you in the kitchen." 

I towelled off, and walked into my closet, getting ready for work. When I made my way to the kitchen, I found her sitting at the table, legs crossed, sipping her own coffee, just like the first morning we had together. She was naked then, too. 

"You're not exactly encouraging me to leave, are you?" I laughed. 

"Well, I don't need to go anywhere today, or at least, not until this afternoon. Why submit my clothes to unnecessary wear and tear?" she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. She stood, and sauntered over to the oven, bending at the waist to retrieve my plate of food that she was keeping warm. She made sure to point her sexy ass right at me as she did. She also made sure to squeeze her breasts together between her upper arms as she placed it on the table in front of me. "Bon appétit, my love," she giggled, emphasizing the 'tit' portion of appétit. 

Our first full day as a couple was off to a great start. 

***

As far as those lunchtime quickies go, it was just a little too far from my office to home and back to make the trip worthwhile. What I could do, however was push through lunch, and head home earlier than usual, when circumstances allowed. 

I know... it's my business, I'm the boss, why can't I just take an extended lunch, right? Well, I could, but my success was linked to the success of my employees, and if I set a bad example, I could hardly fault them for following it, could I? No. I wouldn't do that, not even for the pleasures of Christie's body, and she agreed when we talked about it Tuesday afternoon. 

Wednesday, however, was a different matter. 

It was nearing noon when my intercom buzzed, and our receptionist told me there was a guest waiting for me out front. I stepped out of my office, and immediately saw Christie's strawberry-blonde mane. 

"Honey?" I asked as I approached, "is everything alright?" She had surprised me. If I had thought before speaking, I would have known there was no emergency, as she was smiling and perfectly coiffed, sitting comfortably in a chair in our waiting area. 

"Certainly, baby," she smiled, standing up to greet me with a kiss. "You just forgot your lunch, so I brought it to you," she said, wagging a brown paper bag at me. 

I glanced at the receptionist, who was fighting back a smile. My friend with the SUV, Steve, had blabbed about Christie, and everyone knew about her already. Good thing we weren't hiding our relationship. 

"Come in. I'll be with you in a minute," I smiled, noting her outfit : high heels and a trenchcoat. She led through the door, and I closed it behind us. I locked it quietly. 

"Funny... I don't recall making a lunch," I whispered, "let alone forgetting it."

"Well, no... you didn't. I lied about that," she smiled, turning to kiss me again. "I did bring you something to eat, though... and it's nice and warm!" She stepped back, and untied the belt of her coat, opening it wide. 

Underneath, a black lacey bra cradled her fabulous breasts. A matching pair of panties hid her shaven pussy, and stay up stockings encased her legs. 

"I had to borrow mom's coat," Christie smiled. "She says 'Hi', by the way."

"Wow! You came all the way here like that?" I asked, drooling. 

"Mom always taught me to wear clean underwear, in case I got in an accident and had to go to the hospital. She never said anything about wearing anything else," she giggled, still holding the coat open for maximum effect. "These are clean... or at least they were. Probably a little gooey by now. I've been thinking about you all day."

I quickly took my seat behind the desk, cleared away the papers I had been working on, and patted the spot in front of me. 

"Ooooo, you read my mind," Christie purred, pushing her panties off over her hips. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them, then took a seat on the desk, spreading her thighs wide. "Lunchtime... I hope you enjoy your meal." 

Oh, I think that's a certainty, I thought, looking at her juicy gash, glistening with tasty gravy. She had tugged the cups of her bra down, and was tweaking her nipples as she looked down at me, perched on her elbows. 

I dug in, slurping my soup as quietly as possible. My tongue did laps of her swollen sex, concentrating on her clit, of course. She began to quiver almost immediately. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuk," she breathed. "I've been so horny all morning. Eat me, honey. Make me cum so good." 

I latched on to her clit, and sucked firmly. She laid back flat on the desk, and grabbed my head with both hands, rubbing her sloppy cunt across my lips urgently. I heard her breathing peak, into snorts and desperate gasps, but she stayed quiet, something I knew was difficult for her. Only her body spoke of the waves of pleasure she was feeling, as her thighs shook, her stomach clenched tight, and her fingers clawed at my scalp. After several seconds of bliss, she relaxed. 

"Oh god... Thank you, my darling," she whispered, slowly rising to a sitting position again. "Now... perhaps you have something I can swallow?" 

Hell yeah! I thought, quickly unzipping, and wrestling my cock free of my underwear as she positioned herself on her knees. 

"Should you ever need a substitute receptionist," she winked, "I'm available!" Her mouth opened wide, and plunged down over my rampant erection. It was like a reenactment of the blowjob she gave me in the restaurant parking lot, during her Thanksgiving visit. She sucked with desperate fury, jamming the head of my cock into the back of her throat, choking herself with it. The setting, and her undisguised need, made it feel incredible, and I sat back, willing to let her finish me. 

She had other ideas. 

She stopped suddenly, and stood, turning away from me. Bending from the waist, she braced herself against the desk with both hands. 

"Please," she hissed. "One more?" 

I stood behind her, and lifted the tail of her coat up resting it on her back. I grasped her hips, and looked down at the perfect symmetry of her firm ass. It was the most beautiful ass I had ever seen, and it was mine forever. I speared her dripping cunt smoothly, balls deep on the first stroke. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeee... " she breathed, resting her forehead on the desktop. Her pussy accepted the full length thrusts I offered her, easing up just before the bottom, to muffle the sound of flesh meeting flesh. I watched her knuckles turn white, as her grip on the desk's edge tightened with the approach of another orgasm. Her legs quivered under her, and she whimpered softly. "Cumming..." 

I pressed deep into her, relishing the way her tight sheath rippled around my shaft as she came. It milked my dick like it had fingers, but I was able to hold back until she finished, before I pulled out. 

She spun around, and dropped quickly, gathering my cock into her mouth just in time to get her tonsils painted with a load of hot semen. She gulped it down with a few gentle moans of happiness, while I tried desperately not to bellow like Tarzan in the jungle. I sat heavily, but she held fast, sucking the last few drops out of my balls. 

"Mmmmm mmmm good," she smiled, checking her face for stray semen. She leaned back against the desk, and adjusted her bra, holstering her magnificent chest again. By the time I caught my breath, Christie was smoothing her coat in place, having retied the belt. I tucked my spent noodle back into my pants, and stood to kiss her. 

"Ah, I almost forgot," she giggled, picking up the brown bag that supposedly contained my 'lunch'. She opened it, extracting a can of air freshener and a pack of wet wipes. "One for your face... one for the room." 

My little minx had thought of everything. She sprayed as she walked around the room, and flipped her dampened panties onto my desk with her foot while I wiped my face of excess pussy juice. 

"You can hold onto those for now," she grinned, nodding at the black nylon crumpled on my desktop. "Just as a reminder of what's waiting for you at home. I'll see you in a few hours." 

She opened the door, and breezed out, saying her goodbyes as she went. 

Yeah, like I needed a reminder who was now living in my house. 

***

Spring break week ended, and the few extra days her transfer afforded us passed as well. I heard no complaints from Ed about the noise, and Angela seemed to enjoy hearing her little girl in the throes, so she would just grin knowingly. We had settled into a routine... a most enjoyable one. There was only one more change to make. 

I drove Christie to school for her first day. She was a understandably a little nervous, with a whole new group of professors to deal with. I wasn't really too concerned, because I knew her, and had absolute confidence she could handle anything they threw at her. 

I was right about her, of course. 

I just didn't see me being the problem. 

Actually, I was only part of the trouble. The other half of it was one of those new professors, but I didn't know about any of it for several days. I came home from work to find Christie sitting by the pool, chatting with a young woman whom I hadn't met.  

I'm sure you've all heard how 'opposites attract', and it's true. It was the most logical explanation for Christie and I even being involved, with her young vibrant beauty being balanced by my... shall we say, more 'experienced' features and the like. I'm not foolish enough to deny that she was waaaay out of my league. I'm just glad I was allowed to play the game. 

I suppose the same theory would apply equally well to friendships, as I assume the new guest in our yard must have been one of her new acquaintances from school. The girl was a polar opposite to Christie, which is not to say she wasn't pretty... just in a totally different way. Brunette, petite, and oozing introvert, she contrasted with my darling's blonde, tall, and buxom aura like black against white. Birds of a feather may flock together, but not all birds like to flock at all. 

"Hi, honey," I smiled, coming out of the house into the backyard. It suddenly occurred to me that our house... and pool... might be quite popular with the fairer coeds during the summer semesters. Maybe our address would be babe central, not that Christie's presence wasn't enough to make that designation appropriate. 

"Hi baby!" she gasped, hopping to her feet and greeting me with a very enjoyable hug and kiss. "I'd like you to meet April. She's in my Evolutionary Psych class."

"Nice to meet you, April," I nodded, taking the soft hand she offered me. 

"Likewise, Mr. Reynolds," the brunette replied. She had very pretty eyes, I noticed. 

"Please, don't start with that stuff," I laughed. "If she can call me John, you can too," I pointed at my fiancé, who was grinning from ear to ear. 

"Just don't start calling him 'Honey', or you'll answer to me," Christie giggled. 

"Right," April smiled, relaxing visibly. 

"So, what might you two be chatting about?" I asked. 

"Just girl talk," Christie said quietly, giving me a wink. "Nothing you'd be too interested in. April lives not far away, and I suggested we spend a little time here before she went home. You know... gossip, sunshine and a dip." 

'Nothing I'd be too interested in' was Christie's way of telling me to get lost, no disrespect intended. I just smiled and took the hint, retreating indoors. I ended up in the kitchen. 

Do you remember the night I first saw Christie in the pool, having a moonlight skinny dip? Well, I wasn't planning on eavesdropping, but that's what happened. Honest. Just a fluke of the acoustics in the house, but I could hear them talking, even though they would have had to search to see me. 

"So what's the deal with Professor Bridges, anyway?" Christie asked. "He seems a bit... off."

"Oh yes," April replied. "I forgot you're new to the school, not just the class. Yeah, you could say he's a bit off. It seems like he's noticed you. You're his type. I hope you've had your shots."

"Ew!" Christie giggled. "I'm his type? Like what? Tall? Blonde?" 

"More like 'top heavy'," April returned. "He's got a thing for boobs, and every semester he picks a new victim that fits his twisted imagination."

"Victim? Of what?" Christie wondered. 

"His attention," April volunteered. "He makes me glad to be less endowed than average," she shook her head, glancing down at her much smaller chest. 

"I don't suppose it would do any good to point out I'm taken?" Christie asked, "or that I'm not interested?" 

"No one ever is, and from what I've heard, most of his chosen ones have nothing to complain about other than his eyes on them," April added. "That's the only reason he's still teaching. He's all leer and no touch." 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 05



"You said 'most'?" Christie said, concerned. 

"Well, there's always someone willing to take the easy way, isn't there?" April laughed. "That's all hearsay, though. I don't know anyone who would fit that category, but I've heard the rumours."

Great fucking idea, John, I thought. Get the love of your life to transfer closer to home, right into the clutches of a lecherous prick professor. Nice one. What's next? Hire Charles Manson as a tutor? 

There was a predictable lull in the conversation, as Christie digested the news she was on a serial sexual assaulter's radar. 

"So, you're serious about John, right?" April asked. My ears pricked up. 

"Of course. I love him, and we're getting married. I told you that," Christie said firmly. 

"Well, I'm not passing any judgements, but you might want to keep that quiet around campus... his age, I mean. If Bridges finds out, he might take it as a sign to press the issue," April opined. "I'm sure he's a wonderful man, and that you'll be happy, but why make it harder than it has to be, right?" 

That sinking feeling was in my stomach again. We had just gone public, and already it appeared that the world was conspiring against us. My mere presence was a threat to her. What Christie said next warmed my heart, and boosted my confidence. 

"If that fucking bastard thinks he can twist me around his finger, or mess with me?... He's in for a rude awakening. There's no way I'm letting him fuck up my life. No way in hell." 

There was a tone in her voice that I'd heard once before... during the Angela honey trap incident. An edge... that said she wasn't spouting idle chatter. I felt better. I wasn't supposed to know about any of it, of course, but I still felt better. 

April was on her way an hour or so later. That left Christie and I alone again, and me with a small dilemma ; to tell her, or not to tell her... that was the question. 

I had no doubt she could handle it by herself, if need be, but I didn't like pretending I didn't know. It felt dishonest, but there was also the manner from which I learned of the problem. Even though I hadn't intentionally eavesdropped on her, I hadn't exactly closed my ears, or removed myself from the situation, either. 

I decided to risk it, and hope she understood. 

***

The opportunity to discuss it arose that night. I suppose 'opportunity' is being pretty broadly applied in this case. 

"Honey," I began tentatively, "I have to tell you something." 

There was no immediate response, mostly because her mouth was full of my cock at the moment. Like I said, pretty broadly applied. She gestured, which I took to mean I should continue, while she did the same. She was making concentration and choosing the appropriate words a bit of a challenge. 

"I, um... I kind of... well I was in the kitchen, when you and April were talking, and..." 

Christie paused, and withdrew, leaving my spit soaked shaft to shine in the soft light. 

"Yes. Go on," she said evenly. 

"I swear I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, and I know I should have walked away, but..." I looked at her. Her eyes were neutral, but told me to spill it all. 

"What are you going to do about Professor Bridges?" I concluded. 

"Okay," she smiled, "First of all, I'm not mad. I know you didn't spy on us intentionally, and, hey... it's your house. You shouldn't have to be confined to a soundproof booth every time I talk with a friend. Second, right now, I'm doing nothing at all about Professor Bridges, because he hasn't done anything I'm concerned with. Yes... he does look at me a bit creepy, but I don't mind being looked at. Until he does more, I'll stand pat. April could be wrong."

"What if she's not?" I asked, preparing for the worst. 

"Hmmm, well, then he finds out he's fucking with the wrong girl, and I bury him," she growled. I smiled. 

"As opposed to me, who's fucking with the right girl, right?" 

"Right. Now... where was I before I was interrupted by these trivialities?" she grinned, tapping her lips and looking thoughtful. "Oh yes... I remember now... I was sucking your cock. Shall I continue, or did you want to talk some more?" 

Suddenly, Professor Bridges seemed less worthy of my time. My dick made the decision for me, twitching in her hand. 

"Alrighty then," she giggled, and went back to work, slurping her way down almost to my balls. 

By the time she was swallowing my load of spunk, I had almost forgotten what I'd overheard, and how upset it made me. 

Almost. 

***

As it turns out, April was spot on. 

Dammit. I really didn't like the idea of some lecherous prick ogling my fiancé, or worse. My feelings were compounded by the fact that Christie was trying to keep me out of it as much as possible. 

Which is not to say she was hiding anything. No, I got my nightly reports... the 'sit rep' for 'Operation Asshole' as we had jokingly christened it. She was just making an attempt to curb my natural protective instinct toward her, and keep me from flattening Eldon Bridges' nose, as I had vocalized I wanted to do. We would reserve that for the last resort. Until that eventuality, I would remain a concerned spectator and strategy consultant, while she ran the plays on the field. 

So far, Bridges had confined his unwanted attention to openly leering at Christie whenever he thought no one was watching. There was one other item that was mildly concerning, however. 

Her marks in his class were lower than her usual stellar performance, and we were concerned that it might cause her parents to exercise the 'move home' clause in our living arrangements. While it might seem logical to have a slip, given the extra stress she must have been under in that class, it remained an anomaly. Worse yet, the lower marks didn't appear to be justified. Christie made it clear that she was going to investigate, and possibly discuss the matter with her Student Advisor. 

One day, I came home to find Christie and April talking on the deck again. They had become carpool buddies, and April often took a refreshing dip before heading home, even staying for dinner a few times. So far, my much anticipated backyard bikini babe coed beach party was an unrealized fantasy, but I still held hope. 

When I walked out into the yard to say 'Hi', I just knew something was up. There was a serious tone in the air, and April almost immediately excused herself, saying we had 'a lot to discuss'. Christie patted the seat next to her, urging me to sit. 

"I'm not sure I like the way this is starting," I said quietly, "and I don't even know what we're going to talk about. Should I be concerned?" 

"Not really. We finally know what game Professor Bridges is playing," she smiled, "and I'm just considering my options before proceeding."

"Okay, baby. Lay it all out for me," I nodded, bracing for what I was sure was bad news. 

"I will," she smiled, standing to take my hand. "Let's just do it somewhere more comfortable." 

***

Sweat dripped down her curvaceous chest, leaving little trails of salty exertion as she rode me hard, on her way to a third orgasm. Some couples talk about the days events in bed just before sleep. We do it during sex, which means we spend a lot of time talking, because we do a lot of fucking. 

Well, they say communication is the key, after all. 

"Mmmmm, yeah... Fuck, that's so good," Christie groaned, her eyes screwed shut with concentration as she sought to stimulate just the right spot to push her over the edge. Ah, there it is... 

"Ngahhhhnnnn! Yes! My god, yes! Yes! YESSSS!" she gasped, shuddering atop me, her nails digging into my shoulders. She exhaled slowly, and leaned forward to kiss me, resting her big tits on my chest. "Oh shit, that was good... Now, where was I?" she giggled. 

"Option one... Beat the higher standard," I recapped. 

"Oh yeah, right," she smiled. "So I essentially do nothing, pretend I haven't noticed his game, and just give the answers he's demanding to get the grades I deserve. I can do it, but I'd have to put in a lot of extra time, and it might cost me in another class." She brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, and took another deep breath. "I'm not trying to look for the easy way out, but what he's doing is wrong, so why should it all fall on my shoulders?"

"Okay," I replied. "Option two?" 

"Complain about the way he's marking me, compared to the others in the same class. It becomes a matter of record, but it makes me look like a whining bitch."

"Three?" 

"I accept his... 'help'... up to the point where he makes his move," she said. "As soon as he tips his hand, and offers to fix my grades for my favours, we've got him. We sting him." 

"So, we're playing his game back at him?" I asked. She nodded. "I'm not sure I like that one. Can't I just punch his lights out? It's so much easier." 

"Yes, easier, but I'd rather not spend my Sundays visiting you in prison. I'm not sure I could get by with once a week conjugal visits, either," she giggled. "Personally, I'd like to watch him squirm a little."

"I guess. I just hope I can pull it off. It's been a long time since I took drama in high school," I shook my head. 

"True, but you have a lifetime of experience, and a huge collection of movies to draw from. I have complete confidence in you," she grinned, rolling off me. She laid back and spread her legs. "I leave myself in your hands... and anything else you wish to use on me. Hint. Hint."

I knew she was just distracting me from the fact she had already decided our course of action, by offering me something I couldn't refuse : her body. I might have been concerned about being so predictable, and easily manipulated, as we began our life together, but I trusted her not to abuse her power. This was her life. I wasn't being excluded, but my role in 'Operation Asshole' was clearly defined, and non-debatable. 

There was nothing to do right now but accept her offer, and fuck her senseless. I'd rehearse with her later. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessss," she sighed, as I eased my dick back into the velvety confines of her pussy. Her legs wrapped me in their usual manner, and she looked me straight in the eyes. "Don't worry, baby. He doesn't have a chance."

Her confidence was infectious. Her body was infectious. I wasn't immune. 

I wasn't interested in being cured, either. Ever. 

***

Training and prep for the tactical portion of the op began immediately. I found it easier to think of it that way, taking some of the emotional entanglement out of it. 

I was also the gopher, and did some online research before choosing our intelligence and evidence gathering equipment. It didn't need to be admissible in court, because we weren't planning on going that far... at least, not in reality. The proof just needed to be obvious enough to use against him. The rest of it was my job. 

In the meantime, Christie continued with her routine as though nothing unusual was happening, attending classes every day, including her Evolutionary Psych class. She just avoided extra contact with the Prof, until our order of spy gear came in. Some of it was being customized, so it would take a little bit of time. 

Christie had a big midterm quiz coming up, and was studying madly, wanting to be sure she was fully prepared to get her usual top marks. How Eldon Bridges actually graded her paper was a different matter entirely, and if he did his normal job, she could count on a disappointing and totally uncharacteristic result. We were counting on it. The more anomalous evidence we had, the better this would work. All we were after was a fair evaluation of her abilities, untainted by her Professor's predilection for her beauty and bustline. 

Not that I entirely blamed him, of course. If I was in his position, on a campus of young adults, teaching a course that attracted more women than men... I'd certainly notice Christie was among the most attractive in the class. Since I share his appreciation of that most feminine of attributes, those being breasts, I'm sure she'd catch my eye even more. 

That's about where my understanding ended, however. I would never cross the lines he had. I know it seems as though I was employing my own double standard, given the unique relationship Christie and I shared, but you have to remember that we were in this relationship because she chose me. I didn't pursue her, and initially tried to dissuade her, before we fell in love. He was trying to manipulate and force her into something that was not her choice, and unwanted. 

That's where the comparison ended, and why I had decided, despite my initial reluctance, to get fully on board. Her plan had scared me a bit at first, but as I got used to the idea, I could see its merit, and began to have fun with it, even carefully planning my portion of the scam. I started combing through my collection for movies that might help with details I had overlooked, and did my own studying, which allowed her to concentrate on her own. 

Which is not to say our sex life ground to a halt. Oh, no... you've met my fiancé, haven't you? While it did reduce our pace for a while, all the preoccupation with our studies was a mere speed bump, and we both benefited from the stress relief that a good fuck provides. It helped to refocus our attention... after a brief, sweaty coupling and exchange of bodily fluids, and perhaps a short nap. 

I still had my own 'Plan B', as well. If things didn't work the way we'd planned, my fist and his nose would get up close and personal. As appealing as the thought had been in the beginning, I found myself hoping I didn't have to go that route. 

***

I woke when Christie stirred in my arms, cracking an eye open. The clock said 5:48, and dawn's early light was tickling the ceiling of our bedroom. Nearly half an hour before the alarm would sound, I wasn't eager to relinquish my hold on her. 

I was spooned behind her, but she was trying to turn in my grasp, and we settled into a new position, with her snuggled against my chest. I felt the soft swell of her breasts, the pressure waxing and waning with her breathing. It was one of my favourite parts of our days together, this morning routine. My morning wood, rested against her thigh. She shifted again, trapping it between us. 

"I feel something nice," she giggled softly, finally opening her eyes. She always struck me as playful, and in the morning, even more so. I suppose the freshly fucked bed head from the night before might have been part of it, her blue eyes peeking out through the tousled mop. "Is it for me?" 

"Always, baby, but you'll have to be quick. April will be here to pick you up in an hour. You have your quiz today, right?" I asked, already knowing the answer. 

"Don't remind me," she grumbled. "I don't mind working hard, but I like to be rewarded for doing so. To have him mark me lower really pisses me off. I really hope this works." 

"I'm sure it will, honey," I smiled, kissing her nose. She twisted up to catch the second one on the lips, then wormed her tongue into my mouth. As the kiss heated up, she rolled me back, and grabbed my hard cock with one hand, stroking it firmly. She moaned, and pulled away. 

"You said quick," she smiled, and immediately slurped my dick into her mouth. 

My turn to moan, now, as she sucked hard, getting me ready to penetrate her juicy pussy, which I was just able to reach between her legs. The tips of three fingers spread her labia open, and her hips rotated freely, trying to urge them deeper, but I was out of arm length. She solved the problem, by giving me one last slap on her tongue, and rising up. She aimed my probe at her willing receptacle, and lowered herself aboard. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, settling herself fully. A smile crossed her lips. "I love the feel of hard cock in the morning. It feels like..." 

"Victory?" I laughed, finishing the Apocalypse Now reference for her. She laughed, and ground her hips down harder, leaning forward a bit. Her big tits swung, slapping my face gently as she started her ride. 

"Mmmmm, yes... Victory. Here's to victory over Eldon Bridges," she whispered. 

And here's to him never getting to do what I'm doing with you right now, I thought, suckling a nipple that had come within reach seconds before. Her pussy was gripping my cock lovingly, and she was purring like a happy kitten as she rhythmically rose and fell. 

Despite our lack of time, Christie was taking it slow and easy. To be honest, we weren't really that rushed, but couldn't afford a long session, with multiple orgasms for her, so she was making sure the one she would get was a really good one. It would most certainly have the same effect on me, when my opportunity arrived. 

The clock continued to indicate that time didn't stand still, even for us in our passion, and I caught Christie peeking out of the corner of her eye at the nagging digits while she skewered herself smoothly. I could feel her beginning to quiver, and her breathing took on her usual pre-orgasmic pace, letting me know she was close. I switched nipples again, and gave her a playful bite. She reacted with a gasp, and an increase in the speed of her strokes. 

"Oh yes, baby, I'm gonna cum!" she hissed, slamming her hips down a final few desperate times. She ground her clit against me, and shuddered, whimpering as the waves of pleasure hit her. She rested on my chest, catching her breath, when... the alarm went off. 

"Thanks honey," she giggled, jumping up off my dick, and heading for the bathroom. 

Oh no... Not so fast, little Missy! I thought, untangling myself from the covers and pursuing her. She was still giggling, and by the time I caught her, had started the shower and was just about to step in. I dragged her out, half wet, and picked her up over my shoulder. 

She laughed wildly as I threw her back onto the bed, intent on getting my own fun out of this mornings proceedings. 

"But honey, you'll make me late!" she snickered, knowing her little game of using up the clock and cumming at the buzzer had been uncovered. 

"I'm sure April can wait a few minutes," I growled, wrenching her legs apart, and plunging my cock back inside her dripping cunt. "Tell her I was fucking you. She'll understand." 

"Ooooo mmmmm, yes, I'll tell her all about how good your big cock makes me feel," she smiled. 

"Well, don't be cruel about it," I laughed, starting to pound her hard. We had time for me to cum, but not much more, and despite my words, I didn't really want to make her late. 

"Fuck me, darling!" she gasped, deciding to stay on topic. "Fuck! Cum all over me!" 

I just smiled, and picked up the pace, drilling her tight pussy remorselessly. She knew just what to do to expedite things, and arched her back, pushing her big boobs out at me and making me watch them bounce and dance across her chest. Yeah, she knew me well, and made sure to shake those magnificent globes at me, encouraging my big finish. It was working, and I felt the tingle begin to grow in my balls. Just as the snooze alarm came on, I pulled out. 

Christie's eyes widened, and locked onto my right hand, which was furiously stroking my shaft. I aimed, and pulled the trigger. 

The first shot came up just short of her extended tongue, landing in a stripe from her lower lip, down her neck, and across her left breast. The second one was better, nearly parallel, but it had the range, disappearing into her open mouth. Another followed, before my shots weakened, splattering her chest and tits with blots of warm goo. I flopped beside her. 

"Okay," I panted, "now you can go."

"Don't, rush me!" she giggled, licking her fingers, and going back for more. "Like you said... April can wait. Let her get her own!" She even gave my withered dick a cleansing suck before finally stepping under the shower that had steamed up the bathroom while I had fucked her to my completion. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs Pt. 05



I laid back, my eyes heavy, listening to her humming happily. If I had the energy, I would have been singing harmony, because I was happy too. I couldn't imagine being happier with anyone. 

Whirlwind Christie swept back into the bedroom, and I took refuge in the shower, letting her have space to prepare for her day. When I exited, she was already in the kitchen, so I put on my robe and followed. I had just grabbed my cup of coffee, when I heard the beep of April's horn, outside. 

"Can you stall her for a minute, honey?" she asked, racing past me. "I'll just be a few." 

"Yup," I smiled, and headed for the front door, checking my robe as I went. I was naked under it, and didn't want to inadvertently flash Christie's friend. Opening the door, I stepped out, making eye contact with April. She waved. 

"Big test today, right?" I said as I stopped beside her open window. 

"Yes. I think I'm ready. How's Christie feel... about the test, I mean," she smiled, adding a wink. 

"So, you've been girl-talking, have you?" I laughed. "Should I be embarrassed?" 

"Not from what I've heard!" she giggled. 

I was about to comment, when the door opened, and Christie joined us. She gave me a kiss, and smiled at my quizzical expression. 

"What?" she laughed. 

"I hear I've been the subject of gossip," I tutted at her, shaking my head. 

"I'm afraid so," she nodded. "We spend a lot of time in the car together. We can only talk about the weather for so long."

I returned her kiss of apology with a smile, letting her know I wasn't really upset. She took her seat, and fluttered her fingers at me as they left. 

I went back inside to get dressed, certain I was the subject of conversation in that car today. 

***

Our package of spy stuff arrived that afternoon, which was a good thing, because when Christie got her marks back three days later, they were as expected. Lower than average. Professor Bridges asked Christie to stay behind again. 

"Christie, I get the impression you're not understanding the core of this course," he said sternly. "I know you're doing very well in all your other classes, so I know you are an excellent student. It would be a shame for this class to drag your average down as badly as it is, so I'm willing to give you some extra help, if you'd like it?" 

"Thank you Professor Bridges," she replied. "I could meet you at your office, if that's okay?" 

"I was thinking it would be better, and more relaxing, at my apartment," he suggested, which was important, because it had to be his idea. "We could go over your areas of concern, and have a bite to eat." 

Christie told him she'd think about it, and get back to him, then walked out quietly. Just outside the door, she exhaled loudly. 

How could I know this, you're probably asking. After all, I wasn't there, was I? 

Well, no, I wasn't... but two of my purchases were. In Christie's pocket and purse were two pens. The first, a pretty basic digital recorder disguised as a writing implement, was more of a backup. The other was much more sophisticated, and combined video, sound, and even GPS location, relaying it through Bluetooth to her phone, and then via data link to mine. It was recorded on both devices. 

So, I watched as he tried to launch his sick plan, while unwittingly launching ours. We had him recorded, asking her to meet him at an inappropriate place. Christie planned to hold out for a while, until he asked again, or suggested something more incriminating. It was all going into our file on him. 

I was still watching my phone, when Christie's voice, soft in the empty hallway, spoke to me. 

"Thanks honey. I love you," was all she said. 

Did she need to say more? 

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Love Me... Love My Dogs



I wanted to run out and take her in my arms, caressing her until the goosebumps she wore had nothing to do with air temperature. I was thinking of all the other things I'd like to do to her when she finally did exactly as I thought she would, sitting up, scooping up her pile of clothing. She silently moved away, and closed the gate behind her. 

I never told her that I saw her that night, instead choosing to treasure the images of her body that the moonlight seared into my memory, a private gift that she never even knew she'd given me. 

Or at least, that's what I thought. 

***

Christie's pool visits became more regular, almost every afternoon or evening. I found myself enjoying her company, and conversation, for more reasons than the most obvious one. Sure, her presence always improved the scenery in my yard, but she was great to have around for deeper reasons. 

"So Christie, what's your goal for school, anyway?" I asked. "What are you trying to become?" It seemed a safe enough question at the time. Boy, was I wrong. 

"Well, eventually a Psychologist, I hope. I really like figuring out what makes people tick," she smiled. "I also like to help people solve their problems." 

"Where were you when I needed help?" I laughed. "Maybe I'd still be married!" 

"You haven't told me what happened," she said quietly. "Care to unload a little?" 

"Well, I haven't told anyone what happened, so don't take it personally," I replied. 

"Don't you think it's time, then? I know it sounds cliché, but it really does help to talk about it. I know it's harder for guys to open up, and god knows their buddies are the last people they'd go to for advice about feelings, but I'll listen, if you want to vent." She was sitting back, legs crossed, bouncing her foot. "Seriously... Who else are you going to talk to?" 

"Not that much to tell, really," I began. "My wife left me."

"I have a feeling there's more to it than that. Your wife left you. How long were your married?" she asked. 

"Um... Twenty-six years," I replied, feeling the pain again. 

"That's a long time," she said evenly. "So, you spent more than half your life together, and she left you. That must hurt." 

"Yeah, it did, but I'm over it," I said quickly, not wanting to go down this road. 

"No you're not," she said, leaning forward. Her big tits hung in her bathing suit, begging for attention. "If you were, we'd probably be in bed together, right now." 

Well, I guess that answers any lingering questions about whether she was flirting on purpose or not. I wasn't sure how to deal with that little bit of information. 

"Um... Uh... Christie, what are you saying?" 

"You know exactly what I'm saying, but none of that matters, because you won't ever get over your wife. She wins, you lose. Today, tomorrow, next week, and next year. She wins every day for the rest of your life, until you deal with it." She was giving me a stern look. I guess this was 'tough love'. 

"Jeez, you don't pull punches, do you?" I asked, smarting from her tongue lashing. 

"Well, I've pretty much shown you all my cards," she smiled, sitting back again. "Talk to me." 

"You're sure you're only twenty years old?" I laughed, marvelling at her depth and intelligence. 

"Yeah, but they're dog years!" she giggled, smiling a mile wide. "Talk to me," she repeated. 

"Okay, but remember... You asked for it," I relented. 

"Yes I did, didn't I?" she nodded. "So, we've established that she left you, and it hurt you."

"Yes," I confirmed, "and I don't even know why. I thought we were happy. Even when we had problems, I thought we were working them out."

"Look at me," she said, staring at me with her baby-blues. "What am I thinking now? What made me pick what I had for lunch yesterday? Why do I like dogs?" 

"Point, please?" I sighed. 

"The point," she said, "is that you can't possibly answer those questions, any more than you can answer why your wife did what she did. Don't waste time trying to answer questions that can only be answered by someone else. Concentrate on yourself."

"Okay. I'll try," I answered. 

"I'll bet it made you mad, her leaving?" she asked. 

"You can say that again!" 

"Do you still love her?" she asked, obviously going somewhere. 

"Knowing what I know now, about her behaviour... No. I don't love her," I replied. 

"And if you could go back, changing nothing except that you would know what you know now, that she cheated... She cheated, right?" I nodded. "Would you want her back, knowing she cheated? Forget about why... That's her problem... Purely based on that she did, could you ever trust her again?" 

"No," I sighed, starting to see where she was going. 

"So if you couldn't trust her, and you don't love her, would you still want her around?" Christie was going to be one hell of a therapist, if this was any indication. 

"No!" I gasped, as the light came on. "So I've got what I wanted... Why do I still feel like shit?" 

"Because what she really took away was not her presence, but something else. Something of yours, that only you can answer. I'd love to help you figure it out, but I think we've broken enough ice today," she whispered, standing. "Until tomorrow?" 

"I actually look forward to it!" I laughed. "I'm going to owe you, big time!" 

"We'll discuss payment at a later date," she giggled, winking at me. She went to the gate, waved and left. 

***

I woke up happier. Happy that it was the weekend, so I didn't need to work. Happy that I had admitted that I didn't want my ex in my life anymore. Most of all, happy that Christie would be visiting again. She was right. Talking about it did make me feel better. Of course, there was that other bombshell she dropped in my lap yesterday, the one where we were potentially in bed together, in the literal sense. I'm not going to pretend that I didn't find that prospect intensely appealing... But it was also terrifying. 

I was relaxing in the sun, thinking about our conversation yesterday, when the gate opened and my 'therapist' arrived, in her usual attire. She had commandeered Mom's suit again, and gracefully dove into the water, surfacing in the middle of the pool. She gave me a big smile, then walked slowly into the shallow end, taking her seat on the steps again. 

"Do you want to talk some more?" she asked. 

"Yes please, Doctor," I replied with a laugh. 

"Ooooooo, a promotion!" she giggled, flicking water at me. "Okay, smartass, what do you think your wife really took from you?" Her confidence was unlike any woman her age I'd ever heard of. 

"Physically... Her companionship. Mentally... Confidence, my trust in my feelings, that sort of thing," I answered. 

"I'm impressed. You really have been thinking this through," she said quietly. "So, what has that got to do with anger? Why did you feel angry?" 

"Yeah, I haven't got my head around that yet," I sighed. "I don't really know." 

"Well, let's dig a little deeper. What else did you feel, besides anger?" she asked. I noticed her nipples were standing at attention again. 

"Let's see... I remember feeling physically ill when I first found out. Sad of course, but I think that's to be expected, don't you?" I answered, hoping it was. 

"Yes, it is. Go back... You said you felt sick. Were there any other physical symptoms?" She had rolled onto her stomach, and now had her boobs resting on the edge of the pool deck, like she did at the dinner table. 

Well yes there was one, I thought, but there's no way I'm talking about that with you. I don't even like thinking about it. No man does. 

"Um... No, not that I recall," I lied. 

She wasn't buying it. "You're sure? , because there's one particular symptom that's pretty common in situations like this, and it could answer a lot of questions. Nothing more?" 

Fuck! This gorgeous creature was seeing right through me! Worst of all, she was right. 

I sat in silence, battling myself, balancing embarrassment with recovery, and wondering if this might all work out better than I could have hoped. I took a deep breath, and spoke. 

"Okay, Christie, I'll tell you, but..." 

"It's okay, you don't have to say it... You just have to admit that it happened, and how it made you feel," she whispered, reaching up to touch my hand. "I'm so sorry." 

"They teach you this stuff?" I laughed, nervously. 

"Yes, but not yet," she explained, smiling softly at me. Her hand was still on mine. "I told you I like to know what makes people tick, right? Well, I've been reading this stuff for years. I'm a bit ahead of the curve." Her soft, blue eyes looked at me, willing me to open up, to tear down all the barriers. 

"How did that make you feel?" she asked. 

Well, she took my manhood. She left me a limp, empty shell of my former self. Unfortunate emphasis on the 'limp' part. 

"Terrified," I admitted. I was shaking, reliving all of it. Despite the close proximity of her delicious cleavage, so perfectly displayed by the neckline of her bathing suit, I wasn't looking. "Absolutely terrified." 

"You're doing great," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "We're almost there. Do you want to stop, or keep going?" 

"I guess the shit has already hit the fan," I laughed, trying to hold it together. "Might as well keep going. It probably can't get any messier." 

"The 'problem'," she nodded, "does it persist?" 

"No, thankfully. It was temporary." I thought I was glad of that, but she surprised me. 

"Oh thank God!" she gasped. She smiled. "I was worried about that one!" She blushed a bit. "There I go again, showing you my cards." She took a deep breath, and pressed on. 

"So, can you think of any reason she should have the ability to effect, um... your... um... your..." Suddenly, she was the one having trouble articulating. 

"Am I not the one who's supposed to be having a hard time with this?" I laughed, strangely comforted by her apparent difficulty. "No, there's no reason why she should have that ability to effect my 'um'."

"Don't you think that might be it, then... to be angry at the person that most directly led to that, um... problem?" she smiled. I nodded. " I've read that people generally react to uncomfortable situations in one of two ways. They withdraw, or get hostile, which are really opposite sides of the same coin. Withdrawal, or fear, can be paralyzing. I'm sure you already know that."

I did. Deep down inside, I knew that I was afraid, but it had been masked by the more obvious anger that was easier to see. 

"Is it possible that the reason you haven't moved on with your life, and found someone else, is that you're afraid? You were married for a long time... Nice and safe, knowing what to expect, and what was expected. Suddenly, you're thrust back into the trenches. That's got to be unnerving. Add to that the, um... side effects... and that anxiety...it's easy to understand why you'd subconsciously choose to limit your exposure to the potential danger. It was less painful to be angry and alone than to take responsibility for your reaction to her betrayal." She had just dumped a whole lot of grief in my lap, but done it in such a kind, caring and understanding way that it didn't seem that heavy. In fact, as her words set in, I felt a weight lift. I should have had this conversation years ago. 

I sat there, deep in thought, silently processing things for a very long time. Long enough that Christie realized she had done everything she could, and left with a wistful smile. The rest was up to me. She had uncovered the land mine ; it was now up to me to refrain from stepping on it, over and over. 

Okay, I thought, So, I can't trust my wife because she cheated, and I don't love her anymore. I'm glad she's gone, at that level. I have a choice to make ; let her keep destroying my life, after the fact, or deal with it, turn the page, and build a new life. She could only hurt me if I let her, so I won't let her. She was history, and I was going to live in the present. Easier said than done, I know, but now that I had made the decision, it should be easier to remind myself of that fact. 

Suddenly the future looked brighter. I began to believe that there was life after my divorce, and more importantly, a love life after my divorce. 

There was no doubt about with whom I'd like to resume, or perhaps resurrect, that love life, given the opportunity. I know it seems like Christie had given me the green light quite clearly, but I had to be sure. It may have been part of her strategy to get me to open up... shock therapy of a sort. If I made a move, and was wrong, I'd quickly be the old pervert that hit on the comely young daughter of my new neighbours. Things would get very uncomfortable, very fast. 

That night, I had dreams about Christie. Her blonde hair, so soft and luxuriant ... her blue eyes, easily able to see right into my soul... her beautiful, pouting lips, begging to be kissed... and of course, that body, with its fabulous, voluptuous curves. I had to have her. 

***

Of course, I came to that conclusion the day before she went back to school. Shitty timing. I had just enough time the morning she left to meet her... and her parents, of course... by her car before she left. With the audience we had, I certainly couldn't say or do what I wanted to say... or do. 

"I'll, be back for Thanksgiving," she said, officially for her parents information, but she peeked at me out of the corner of her eye as she said it. I stood next to her car with my phone pointed at her, hoping she would get my unspoken suggestion. 

I need not have worried. She was, after all part of the generation that was totally lost without their technological umbilical cord. Thankfully, Christie was less obsessed than most, but a few taps put her cell number in my phone. 

As she drove away, I typed a message into my phone:

"Christie, I wanted to say thank you for helping me sort through my problems. I really do feel better."

Send. There. Politically correct expression of appreciation complete, I continued with what I really wanted to say:

"When you get back, I hope I can work off that payment I owe you. With interest, of course. Then you can show me your cards again."

I was back inside my house when she responded:

"Mr. Reynolds... are you hitting on me?" Oh shit! I thought. I was wrong! 

"Just kidding! I'm glad I could help, and I look forward to collecting my fee."

My heart started again. Naughty girl. I responded:

"Shit! You scared me there. Please call me John. I think we've progressed beyond the Mr. Reynolds bit."

A few seconds later, she answered:

"Alright John. You can call me... Anytime!" 

Thanksgiving was about ten long weeks away. That's a lot of time to obsess over her, especially since we hadn't even started yet, unless you count my spying on her skinny dipping performance. I may have made things worse by starting to text Christie. 

My intent had been to say thank you, and open a long distance conversation with her. In that I'd been successful, but I hadn't factored in the libido of a technologically adept college student. I became her personal plaything, and she delighted in sending me suggestive texts. 

She also sent me a few selfies. The first one was of her in one of her bikinis. Black. Tiny. Sexy. Her boobs hung out quite nicely. Along with it came a text that said "Mom's suit is nice, but I like this one better. Do you?" 

I just sent her a thumbs up icon. After I sent it, I realized it looked a little bit like a stiff dick, which would have been correct, if inappropriate. 

***

It was late one night in October that my phone buzzed. Another message from Christie. 

"John, are you awake?" 

Any response at all would be obvious. "Yes. The dogs can't type."

"Arf! Are you alone?" she probed. 

"As always, yes. Are you?" She had helped me realize there were plenty of fish in the sea, and get over my ex-wife. Now I was ready to move on, but my primary interest was currently typing a response, from her dorm room, a six hour drive away. 

"Actually, yes. My roommate is out getting laid. Her boyfriend's such an asshole." came the answer. 

"So why aren't you out having fun, too?" I hoped I would like what I read. 

"Men, or should I say boys, my age bore me. I prefer interesting men. Like you." she sent. 

Music to my eyes, but I had to ask "Are you teasing me again?"

"Nope." Be still my heart, I thought

"Yes you are. You're six hours away. What can I do from here?" This banter was titillating, but frustrating. I wouldn't see her for a few more weeks. 

"First, you can answer the phone. Then..." I read. 

As if on cue, the phone rang. I pressed to green button. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Then you can tell me what you want to do to me," Christie's voice continued cheerily. "I assume you've heard of phone sex? Well this is better, and it won't cost you a fortune." She giggled...not a girlish titter...more of a sultry, suggestive chuckle. "So, John... What are you wearing?" Another giggle. 

If she wanted to do this, I had to view it as a positive, didn't I? 

"Just my underwear. And a smile," I replied. 

"Lose the underwear," she purred. "Keep the smile." 

"How about you? What are you wearing?" I said after I'd kicked my jockeys off. 

"Mmmm, just a little Chanel No.5. Nothing else. Just like that night you watched me in your pool," she whispered. "You do remember that night, don't you, John?" 

Holy fuck! The little minx knew I was watching! She'd done it on purpose! 

"Remember it? I'll never forget it!" I groaned. "I wasn't aware that you saw me."

"Saw you? No. I was hoping your were watching. I figured you'd check on the dogs," she said quietly. "Did you like what you saw?" 

"You don't need to fish for compliments, Christie," I said softly. "I'll tell you exactly what I saw, if you'd like?" 

"Yes please," she breathed, a quiver in her barely audible voice. 

"That night, I saw the most beautiful creature I had ever seen," I whispered. "I saw the world's most perfect woman, and someone I wished to get to know much better, in every way possible."

"Mmmm, thank you, John," she moaned. "Wish granted. Are you hard, John?" 

"With the image of your naked body fresh in my mind?" I laughed. "Yeah! Like steel!" I heard her breathing pick up. "Are you wet?" 

"Oh fuck, yes!" she hissed. "Absolutely dripping! I'm rubbing my clit. Are you touching yourself?" 

"Wishing it was your hand, but yes," I replied. I kept my pace slow. 

"If I was there, it wouldn't be my hand," she promised, breathing harder. "I'd suck you like no woman ever has, and swallow every drop of your hot, sticky cum. Would you like that, John?"

I had a mental image of those perfect, blue, limpid pools of lust, looking up at me while her sexy lips stretched around the girth of my cock. My hand sped up instinctively. 

"Oh yes, Christie... I'd like that very much," I said, my voice quivering. What can I say? I love a good blowjob. 

"Ooooooo, that got you, didn't it?" she giggled. "Got me, too. I love sucking a nice, hard cock! Don't cum yet, okay? I'm close, but I wanna cum together. Please?" 

"Okay, baby," I grunted, gritting my teeth. Maybe I could help expedite her end of things. "I wish I had my tongue where you've got your fingers. I love licking pussy. Does it do anything for you?" I already knew that answer. The last woman who didn't like a firm, wet tongue on her clit was... You know, I'm not sure if I've ever heard of one. Christie gasped. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs



"Oh god, YES!... I... LOVE... BEING... LICKED!" she panted, obviously enjoying the thought. "I'm so fucking wet!" There was a pause then, she moaned. "Mmmm, I wish you could taste this. I'm delicious! Wanna taste?" 

"Like you wouldn't believe!" I growled, imagining her wet fingers in her own mouth, and my lips on her oozing cunt. "Are you close? Do you want to cum now?" 

"OH!" she yelped, "Oh my god!... Yes! I'm cumming!... Stroke that hard cock! Cum... With me... NOOOOOOOOW!"

I confess to being a second or two behind her, but I caught up fast, spewing arcs of semen all over myself. We both screamed our bliss, gasping for air. Conversation was replaced by guttural noises of animal lust, then by silence, save the heavy breathing. 

"John?" she asked, closing the void. 

"Yes? "I replied. 

"That was incredible!" she giggled. 

"Wait until we're in the same room, baby. This was just an appetizer," I laughed. "Boy, did I make a mess!" 

"Damn!" she grunted. "All that yummy cum going to waste. I'd lick you clean if I was there."

We listened to each other breath for a short time, while I sopped up the mess with several tissues. 

"John, can I ask you a personal question?" she said quietly. 

"Absolutely not!" I laughed. "I draw the line at phone sex!" She laughed back. "Of course, darling," I relented, "ask away." 

"What do you look for in a woman?" she asked softly. 

"Oh, the usual stuff," I answered, still rolling with the previous joke. "Blonde hair, blue eyes... Big boobs. Same as everyone." Of course, I had just described her, even if I was being facetious. 

"Well I'm glad to qualify," she snickered. "Other than physical attributes, please... and I'm serious." 

"Okay, no more one-liners. What do I look for in a woman?" I said, trying to be serious. "Fair question. Not so easy to answer, but fair... Let's see... Kindness, maturity,... A good sense of humour... Honesty, integrity, openness... That sort of thing. Now, on a woman..."

"That's where the big tits come in, right?" she laughed, beating me to the punchline. "Thank you for sharing that with me." 

"Quid pro quo, Christie... Quid pro quo! What do you find attractive in a man?" I asked. 

"Honestly, the same things as you. I know that sounds like I'm ducking the question, but I'm not. Honesty, sense of humour, maturity, integrity, kindness, open communication... really, that's the truth." She giggled. "Nice eyes and strong hands are great to have, too... and of course, a big cock, to fill my hot pussy."

"Well, of course," I agreed. 

"Do you have a nice, big cock, John?" she asked, the smokiness returning to her voice. 

"Christie, are you getting horny again?" I laughed. 

"Mmmm hmmm. Do you? Don't be shy now. Tell me about your cock, John. Am I going to enjoy having it buried in my juicy, little pussy? Will I be able to suck it all, or is it too big for my mouth to handle?" she breathed. The cock in question... Mine... Had been a limp noodle when she started the conversation. Now it was almost fully ready to go again. 

"If only I could be there to show you," I answered. "I think you'll be happy enough. I'm not really an expert on dicks, other than my own."

"Fair enough," she moaned. "Is it long? Thick?" 

"A bit of both, I guess. Like I said..." 

"I know... You're not a dick expert." She paused, then added fuel to the fire. "So you'd like to fuck my little pussy with your big cock, right? I've got three fingers in there right now. Should I add a fourth? Is that enough?" 

I pictured her delicate hand jammed up into her cunt, and my dick twitched. 

"I think four fingers is a good approximation," I croaked. My hand was stroking again, too. 

"Tell me how you'd fuck me, John. Describe what you'd do to my body. I'd like to hear your voice, while I finger myself. I want to cum again. Please tell me what you want to do to me?" she begged, her voice cracking. 

"Well first, I'd spend about twenty minutes between your legs, getting that luscious little kitty warmed up and ready for more," I began. Her breathing was getting heavier. 

"It's plenty warm, thank you," she whispered, "and while I do love to be eaten, I need to fuck now. Fuck me, John! Fuck me hard!" 

Right, we did already cover that, in round one. On to new business. 

"I have your legs in my hands," I said, going to the present tense for effect. "I spread them wide, draping them over my forearms as I lean forward. The tip of my hard cock brushes the wet, swollen lips of your pussy, and you guide the head into yourself. I press deeper, and your tight cunt stretches open to allow my shaft inside." Christie was whimpering now. 

"I push it all the way in, until my balls are resting against your ass. I look deep into your eyes, seeing the pleasure there. I'm so happy that I can make you feel that way, and I bend to kiss your soft lips as I start to thrust in and out of your warm, juicy snatch. I can't believe how good it feels to have my hard cock buried inside you. Our movements make your big beautiful breasts bounce and swing. I love your breasts. I love their shape. I love their feel. I love the way they compliment the rest of your body." 

"More," she breathed, "please, don't stop."

"I'm fucking you harder now. Our bodies are slapping together every time I drive into you. Do you like my cock in your pussy, baby? Does it feel good?" I breathed. The pictures running through my head, as a result of the narrative, had me closing on the finish line again. 

"Oh yes, I love your cock, John! My pussy feels so full! You're going to make me cum again!" she gasped. Her breathing told the story. 

"You're so sexy, baby... I'm gonna cum, too! Can I cum on your tits?" I suggested. 

"Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! YES, CUM ON MY TITS! YAAAAAHN! UHN! YES! YES! Yes!... yes... oh, yes... " her voice trailed off as she came down from her climax. 

I was panting, having just sprayed myself again. I'd have to be more prepared if we did this again. 

"I made another mess," I laughed. "Are you there, Christie?"

"Yeah," she whispered, "I can't wait until we get to do this for real. I'm done. Thank you, John. Goodnight." She blew me a kiss through the phone, and was gone. 

I barely had the energy to clean myself up again before I fell asleep, too. 

***

'Phone sex Friday', as we came to call it, became a repeat performance, every other week. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, we were both so far beyond horny for each other, it was a miracle I hadn't moved into her dorm room in drag. 

Christie's school was smart enough to have no classes the Wednesday just before Thanksgiving, so the students could travel. My beautiful blonde, soon-to-be bedmate took that to another level, however. 

I was watching some TV, about 9 o'clock Monday night, when my phone buzzed. An unexpected message from my horny little minx. 

"Hey baby! Please tell me you're awake?" 

I smiled. I wonder what she's got in mind tonight? 

"Awake and alert. Getting an early start on phone sex night?" I typed. 

"Ha ha. No baby. No phone sex tonight. Planning something much better," came back.

"I'm listening..." I sent. 

"I need you to make some room... in your garage, and your bed. I'm about an hour away. I ditched tomorrow's classes in favour of some much more interesting lectures. Will you be my tutor?" 

I stared at the message for a long time, stunned. If I read this right... and I read it several times, just to be sure... My world was about to change in an hour. 

"Yoo hoo? Anybody home?" I guess I was slow on the reply. My thumbs moved into action. 

"Sorry, just picking myself up off the floor. You're coming home early?" 

"No, I'm going home on time. I'm coming to your place early. Or should I pull into their driveway, instead of yours?" she sent. 

I wasn't going to risk being slow this time. 

"I'll leave the garage door open. Can you get here any faster?" I begged 

"ASAP baby. ASAP" she said. 

It felt like the longest hour of my life, waiting for Christie to arrive. At last, l heard a car pulling into the garage. I raced to the door, peeking around the corner to see it was her. As soon as her car was in, I pressed the button to close the garage door. It was dark out, and there were some trees between my house and her parents', but I wasn't taking chances. 

She got out of the car, looking surprisingly fresh despite the long drive, and walked over to the door to the house, where I was waiting. I took her hand and invited her into my home. She'd been here often before, looking after the dogs, and of course in the backyard, to use the pool and talk with me. However, this was different. She was nervous, as was I. 

Her hand felt so soft and warm in mine, but I could feel her shaking, as well. This was a big step for both of us. Christie would be the first woman to share my bed since my divorce. The fact that she was younger than any daughters I thankfully didn't have, only made me more nervous. We had done everything possible, besides actual sex, but once we crossed this line, there was no going back. 

"I like the new hair," I said quietly, touching her mane of freshly laundered locks. Now a little waiver, and a little more strawberry than blonde, it looked great with her pretty blue eyes. 

"Very observant," she laughed, still trembling slightly. "Do you really like it? I felt like making a change."

"Baby, you'd make bald look good!" I joked. 

"Well, don't hold your breath for that one!" she smiled. "Did you miss me?" 

"More than I can possibly say," I answered. My hand was still stroking her hair, and I moved a little closer. I looked into those huge, bottomless eyes of hers, and she batted her long, thick lashes as she looked back. I could feel the tension between us. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to change your mind." She looked disappointed. "I'm not saying I want you to change your mind, just that I'd understand if you did." 

She smiled. Her hands stopped trembling, and she stepped into my arms. Her eyes darted around my face, and she was biting her lower lip as she did, until it seemed like she had made a decision. 

"I'm sure," she whispered, "now, if may be so bold... Ki..." My lips muffled the rest of her request. I had wondered how it would feel to kiss her plump, soft lips ever since we started hanging out by my pool, and now I knew ; Heavenly. That also described the experience of holding her this close, with her firm, round breasts squashed into my chest. What started as a basic, exploratory kiss, started to change, quickly becoming a voracious, all-consuming duel of lips and tongues. Christie's fingers gripped my hair tightly, pulling my mouth to hers with a desperate passion that left no doubt about her true feelings. 

Our embrace lasted for minutes, not seconds, and only ended when Christie had something else to say. 

"Now that's a kiss," she breathed. "A kiss only a mature lover can deliver. Another reason I prefer 'interesting men, like you', and not horny kids my own age." She kissed me again. "None of them have a clue how to treat a woman like a woman wants to be treated." 

With that thought in mind, I scooped her up in my arms. She held close, resting her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the bedroom, where I laid her gently on the mattress. Peabody and Baron immediately made their presence known, jumping up to greet Christie in their own way, with their own style of kisses. She giggled happily, accepting their affection and returning it by patting them softly. 

I let them wind down a little before shooing them away and off the bed. They left her gasping for breath and beaming a joyful smile that made her all the more irresistible. Not that I was trying to resist, of course, as I joined her, laying on my side next to her. She rolled to face me, and snuggled deep into my arms again, finding my lips with hers. We enjoyed each other in this fashion for several minutes, my arm around her waist. 

"I like my men to be gentlemen," she whispered between kisses, "but not perfect ones. If you don't touch me soon, I'm going to lose my mind." 

"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" I laughed, sliding my hand down to caress her firm behind. She moaned softly, and kissed me harder. The heat of her body radiated through her snug blue jeans. My hand roamed up her back, and she rolled on top of me, freeing my other arm to join the first, as I used both hands to explore her body while she kissed me softly, moaning and purring like a contented kitten. She smiled at me and sat up. 

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" she giggled, and slowly peeled her top off. A pretty pink bra cradled her large breasts enticingly. I had to admit... It did suddenly seem warm. Laying back on top of me again, she kissed me once more. "There, that's better."

Now my hands returned to her ass, but also made exploratory forays up her smooth back, caressing the soft skin that flowed up over her shoulders. I traced her long, elegant neck, first with my fingertips, then again with my lips, as I spread kisses of angel-soft appreciation on the sensitive flesh. Christie moaned in enjoyment. 

I felt I had been pretty patient and restrained so far. The hours warning she had given me had afforded the opportunity to quickly rub one out, taking the desperate edge off my desire for her, and allowing me to control myself, up to a point. Having her luscious body pressed against me now, for the first time, and her lips so eagerly returning my ardour, I found myself running short of command of my urges. 

I reached up and dispatched her bra. She moaned as she kissed me softly, and rose up slightly, allowing the pesky garment to fall free from her shoulders, and giving me a peek at her full, round breasts, a view so long anticipated since that night I saw her in the pool. 

As if anticipating my need to see more, she rolled off onto her back, letting those lovely globes shimmy gently as she settled, one arm bent above her head, the other across her tummy. That night, the darkness had robbed me of details, showing me only the moonlit silhouette of her most feminine of features. Now, I was able to feast my eyes on them, in all their glory, from the smooth curves of the undersides, to the stiff, erect points of her thick pink nipples, surrounded by her large, puckered areolas, slightly darker in colour. Her eyes watched mine as I took in all her beauty. 

I reached down and took her small hand from its resting place on her stomach, lifting it above her head to join her other hand. Taking both hands in my own, I pulled them higher away from her head, as though restraining her, and bent my head to kiss her aroused nipples. Christie played along, writhing and twisting to free herself from her bonds, despite the fact that I now had two fingers resting on her wrists to provide the restraint. I had the feeling she wanted to be taken, at least at this point in the proceedings. I was fine with that. 

Kissing her delicate points gave way to desperate suckling and gnawing, much to her delight. She moaned in bliss while still struggling to 'get away', her breathing becoming ragged and sharp as she grew more intensely excited. I mauled her firm flesh with one hand. 

"Mr. Reynolds, you shouldn't be touching me like that. Please stop," she breathed, playfully. "You can't take advantage of an innocent young girl, like myself!" She said it while wearing a lascivious, lusty grin, and shaking her big boobs teasingly, so she may not have been serious. 

I held her wrists in place and unfastened the metal button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down. Her eyes blazed at me, awaiting the touch of my fingers on her delicate folds, and she held her breath expectantly. I placed my hand flat on her belly, and slid south, easing under the waist of the pink thong that matched her bra. Her legs eased apart slightly, and my fingers hooked between them, pressing into her drenched vestibule softly. Christie let out a long, animalistic groan of desire, and arched her back, no longer even pretending she wanted to escape. She puffed her cheeks and tried to drive my fingers deeper, humping my hand in need. 

Her breasts rolled and shook as she contorted her body, and I managed to get my intruding digits a little further into her juicy snatch, putting pressure on her sensitive clitoris. She moaned, and begged for more. She pulled her hands down and clutched at the sheets, lifting her bum off the bed. I tugged the snug denim down over her hips on one side, while she helped with the other. After I removed my fingers from her pussy, I pulled her jeans off completely, followed by her tiny thong. 

Now naked, Christie held her legs together but fully extended upward, until I turned back toward her after tossing her clothes on the bedside chair. A smile erupted on her face, and she slowly... excruciatingly so... opened her thighs, spreading wide and displaying her goodies completely. I froze, staring at her delectable gash, glistening wetly in the soft light. 

"I'm not sure," I said, returning her smile, "but I seem to recall someone saying she liked to be eaten. Was that you?" 

"Maybe," she said sheepishly. "I'm such a bad girl." Two fingers of her left hand spread the puffy lips of her engorged cunt, showing off her bright pink interior folds. "Do you like bad girls?" 

"I'm learning to love them," I replied, taking my place between her legs, tongue poised to taste her, "one in particular." 

I gave her one big lick from bottom to top. She tasted as good as she looked, a musky salty sweetness that I enjoyed greatly. With her thighs draped over my shoulders, and both firm cheeks of her ass in my hands, I set to my task. Her pretty little pussy oozed with delicious, buttery secretions. The lips were swollen, excited and pouting open, begging for attention, and it was my job to provide it. More of a hobby, really... an avocation... an obsession. I dove in, licking the sensitive flesh with gentle fervour, twirling my tongue into every nook and cranny, and paying special attention to her prominent pink pearl. 

It's a good thing I had a solid grip on her ass, and her legs over my shoulders, because she was squirming around like the bed was on fire, tossing her head from side to side. A constant stream of moans and groans spilled from her luscious lips. 

I grazed on her intimate landscape for several minutes, cleaning up the moist proof of her arousal, and inspiring her to produce more. Christie suddenly gasped, and raised her head to look at me through her tangled hair. 

"Oh fuck yes! That's the spot, right there! Right there! Yes! Yes!" she screeched, digging her heels into the small of my back. Her whole body tensed, becoming stiff as a board, before it started to shiver and quake. "Gnahhhhhhhhn, FUUUUCK! YESSSSS!" She came hard, squeezing my head between her muscular thighs. 

Her body drooped, becoming limp, and slipping from my grasp. Her panting breaths made her tousled hair flutter gently, and she moaned loudly, trying to find a way out from under the dishevelled strawberry-blonde curls. 

"Whooooo boy...That was much better than the phone! Thank you!" she giggled, combing her fingers through her hair. She stood unsteadily, and tottered off toward the bathroom. "When I get back, it's your turn. Get comfortable," she called over her shoulder. 

By comfortable, I assumed she meant 'comfortable', so I stripped, and slid under the sheets to await her return. I had quite the slick of her juices around my mouth, and was enjoying the residual taste and smell of her when she walked back into the room. Her stride was steady and purposeful, having recovered from the effects of her orgasm. I laid back, watching her walk towards me, hair rearranged neatly, breasts jiggling nicely, and a huge smile on her face. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and I suddenly felt very lucky. 




Love Me... Love My Dogs



"That was wonderful," she whispered, as she perched on the edge of the bed. "Now, about that dick of yours," she laughed, looking at the bulge in the sheets. "I'll just go introduce myself." 

She extended her pinky finger, as though drinking a cup of tea, and gripped the sheet between thumb and forefinger. She slowly pulled the sheet down, dragging it off my chest, then across my stomach, until my hips were revealed, just inches short of my crotch. 

"I feel like there should be a drum roll, or something!" she giggled, and tugged one more time, letting my stiff member pop out its hiding place. "Ta da!" she crowed, and tossed the sheet aside, settling between my legs. "Time to get to work." 

I watched as her lips planted a kiss on the head of my dick, and she watched me back, boring into my soul with those blue eyes of hers. Her plump lips parted, and slid slowly down my shaft, an exquisite torture to watch, let alone feel. Her eyes never left mine, as she bobbed her head a few times, getting a nice coating of lubrication applied. 

"Mmmm, that's a nice cock," she whispered, stroking it with her hand and giving it a close inspection. "Long, thick, clean cut... and hard... just the way I like them." She swallowed it again, before withdrawing to add, "Tasty too!" 

I was definitely along for the ride, as my luscious, nubile, young neighbour enjoyed herself... sucking, stroking, licking, nibbling, slapping...whatever came to her dirty little mind. She did seem to be having fun, and she was pretty good at easing me closer to orgasm, only to pull me back from the edge at just the right time. She did this often, with maddening efficiency, literally holding my pleasure in the palm of her hand, until I was vibrating like a proverbial tuning fork. She knew there would be no stopping it again, and pulled back off the bed on her knees. 

"Come here, baby. Let me finish you off." 

I scrambled to my feet in front of her, and she engulfed my dick again, grabbing my ass with both hands and encouraging me to fuck her mouth, something my hips did of their own volition, and beyond my control to stop. She moaned softly while I stroked into her warm, wet, sucking maw, until I was ready to burst. She grabbed the base of my cock, opened wider, and extended her tongue, just as my first salvo exploded into her mouth. 

Christie jerked my dick furiously, pumping rope after rope of hot cum down her throat, while she swallowed all she could. Strings of excess goo dripped from the corners of her lips, hanging from her chin, as she finally clamped her lips snugly around my twitching shaft and gulped the last of my discharge happily. My legs quivered, wobbled and then folded, letting me flop back on the bed, and yanking my spent dick from her lips. 

While I gasped for air from the bed, I watched her lick her fingers, cleaning spilled semen from her lips, face and neck diligently and with glee. It didn't take her long to change her appearance back to sexy young nymph, instead of the wanton slut she looked like with my cum all over her face. Both looks were attractive, and it was hard to believe they were the same girl. 

She leaned in and slurped up my exhausted cock, vacuuming me clean. Christie released my cock, and gave it a pat with her hand. She'd just sucked me into oblivion, and it would take me a while to recover. Fortunately, she had a plan. 

"I think I could use a swim. Care to join me?" she asked, extending her hand for me to take. I did, and we walked hand in hand outside into the moonlight. It was quite a bit cooler than that night I watched her naked in the pool, but once we hit the heated water, we were fine, cocooned in a blanket of warmth and each others arms. 

I suppose it wasn't really a 'swim'... more of a water assisted hug and make out session, as we never separated at all. The water made her light in my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me as well. At one point, she floated on her back, breaking the surface with her full breasts. I watched closely as the cold night air evaporated the warm water from her skin, in the form of wispy threads of mist. Goosebumps erupted all over the exposed curves, and her areolas puckered into tight little knots, crowned with nipples that could cut glass. 

She dipped back under the surface, then pressed those breasts against me, stabbing me with those same frozen nipples, giggling playfully the whole time. We floated around together for a while longer, gently caressing each other. 

"I love the feeling of your eyes on me, and your hands on my skin. The first time I came over here to use the pool, in Mom's bathing suit, I knew that I wanted to be right here, in your arms. I don't know why, exactly... but I knew I liked the way you looked at me," she whispered, leaning closer for another kiss. "Did you feel it, too?" 

It was at this point that most guys would come up with some line about 'knowing she was the one' or some similar tripe. I couldn't do that to her, but then again, I didn't have to. I had the truth, and it was every bit as effective. 

"Christie, you know where I was mentally when we met. It took me a bit of time to open my heart enough to let anyone in, and I am so grateful that you helped me do that. I'm also grateful that you want to be with me. Now, I can honestly say that you are the most important woman in my life, and I can't imagine not having you in it."

I just loved her smile, and the one on her face now was even more alluring than usual. She positively melted into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. When she whispered in my ear, it was direct, and to the point. 

"Please, take me to bed. I need you inside me. Please... Make love to me, now." 

It only took a minute to make it back inside the house, and we took great pleasure in towelling each other dry. Christie playfully put her towel over my head, and bolted toward the bedroom, giggling girlishly. I pursued her, watching her naked ass wiggle as she raced away. She dove onto the bed, damp hair flying about as she rolled onto her back. She opened both her arms and legs, welcoming me atop her lithe body. 

I RSVP'd her invitation, climbing gently between her legs. Her small, delicate hand reached down and positioned my hard cock at the opening of her moist snatch, easing the head in before she moved her hand away. Her eyes locked on mine, begging for me to enter her fully. 

It had been so long, I'd almost forgotten how wonderful a woman's wet pussy could feel. Oh. My. God. The warm embrace of her muscular vagina was remarkable, pulling me deeper and deeper into her, until I was pressed completely inside her. Safely ensconced in her most intimate recess, I felt her arms and legs wrap snugly around me as well. The sparkle in her eyes completed the package, making me feel safe, welcome, and wanted. No words were necessary, as the silence spoke volumes. 

Her pussy squeezed my shaft gently, rippling in a way I didn't know was possible. My smile of surprise only encouraged her to continue the process, even as I started to slowly ease in and out of her grasping honey pot. 

So many guys want to get younger girls into bed, for the obvious reasons. You know...firm bodies, tight pussies, that sort of thing. Then there are the younger guys that want mature women...cougars...because experience can be a great equalizer. I was much older than Christie, but she was unlike any girl I'd ever known at her age, or any age, for that matter. Call it an 'old soul', or whatever you like, she had an emotional maturity that I found every bit as intoxicating as her body. She didn't have a need to tattoo or pierce anything, except her ears, and that made her even more unique. So much of her generation chose to express their 'individuality' by doing as millions of their peers had done before, but didn't see the flaw in that logic. 

Christie was the complete opposite, and she was obviously happy to think for herself, and reach her own conclusions, no matter who might think otherwise. She was perfect. 

I felt like I could spend the rest of my life with her right here in my bed, but knew I was getting ahead of myself. I resolved to just enjoy this time with her, but treat her with the respect she deserved. The rest would take care of itself. 

Christie's eyes were still locked with mine, as I continued to shaft her gently, lovingly, in a slow rhythm of long strokes deep into her receptive pussy. She let out a small gasp each time I pushed in, expressing her satisfaction quietly but succinctly.  

"Oh baby, your pussy feels so good," I whispered. "So fucking good!" 

Her gasps began to form words. "Mmmm, more...please," she breathed. "More of your nice hard cock. Fuck me, harder!" 

Just call me the jeannie with light brown (slightly grey around the edges) hair. Her wish is my command. If she wanted it harder, then that's what she'd get. Besides, my self-control was wearing thin. The faster I got her off again, the faster I could fill her with the product of my own climax. Or maybe I'd spray it on her big beautiful tits. Ladies choice. 

I leaned up on my arms and started to fuck her with more vigour. She pulled her legs higher, giving me better access, and bracing her hands on my shoulders, while her eyes dared me to give her more pleasure. I wanted to give her everything...my body, my heart, my soul...but she had to be willing to accept it, so for now, I'd have to settle for with giving her my dick, as forcefully as I could. 

I started to pound into her cunt, slamming my hips down furiously with each thrust. Her eyes opened wider, and her mouth hung slack as she moaned loudly, absorbing the brunt of my ardour. 

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me hard!" she grunted, clawing my back. 

We had already established that she was a very bad girl, so abusing her somewhat for my own pleasure seemed less objectionable than it might have been if she was an angelic virgin. I fucked her, hard, as requested, driving into her with reckless abandon. She screamed...lots of 'oh's, 'yes's, and 'fuck's...but mostly just sharp, guttural screeches of absolute bliss. Our bodies crashed together in a symphony of slapping flesh, with a harmony of grunts, groans and moans, for several minutes. She grabbed my head with both hands, her eyes ablaze, and gasped three words. 

"Don't...stop! Cumming!" Her head snapped back, and she shrieked, her body bucking wildly under mine as a huge orgasm hit her. Her pussy clutched at my cock, but it was the joy I felt at giving her pleasure that pushed me over the edge. A hot surge of cum raced out of my dick, bursting loose inside her still twitching cunt, while I buried my head on her shoulder and grunted through the spasms. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, pulling me as close as possible, and together we rode the waves of sexual ecstasy to completion. 

My body draped heavily over hers. I gathered a last bit of energy and lifted off her, rolling to the side, to let her breathe. As I pulled my softened shaft out of her, a stream of creamy semen oozed out, dripping down across her tight little bung hole. I always did like the sight of my cum trickling out of my woman's freshly-fucked pussy. 

I laid back, my head spinning from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through me. I hoped Christie had enjoyed it as much as I did, and rolled my head in her direction. 

Those beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me already, and a big smile painted her face. Her chest quivered with her heavy breathing. We gazed at each other in silence for a moment, and she broke the vacuum. 

"So... How do you feel about your ex, now?" I watched her eyes sparkle at me. 

"I'm sorry," I breathed, "Who?" Her smile got bigger. 

"Just the answer I was hoping for!" she giggled. 

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