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The Double Ch. 1

By: Rum



I'm just your normal 50-year-old guy. I mean, I like the good things in life, I try to treat everybody like I like to be treated and I pay my taxes. Normal, right? Well, just like everybody on this planet, I have a slightly darker side, too. It's what I call the dark side but in reality it's my personal "fetishes". I mean, everybody has their likes and dislikes about sex. Some people would label mine as sick or perverted. Others would call them tame. Our own preferences get labeled relative to the reviewer, right? So if I have to review my proclivities, then there's nothing wrong with me. And isn't that what we all feel? What's right for me may or may not be so wrong for you…or him…or even him.

Ok, enough of this rationalizing. My fetishes are that; 1) I love oral sex, 2) I like teaching "good" girls to be "bad", 3) I love for a woman to taste herself on me and 4) I want to blow my load all over a woman. I fantasize about a woman sucking my cock for the first time after I've been inside her cunt and coming all over her face, breasts and belly. Don't get me wrong; I also adore inserting myself into a woman's pussy and cumming deeply into her depths.

Let me tell you what I mean by way of some recent experiences. I was living in an apartment shortly after my divorce. About 7 months after being there a new tenant moved in. I saw an attractive woman directing the move with 5 men and 3 teenage girls doing the bulk of the grunt work. The next week I met the woman. Her name was Andrea, and after talking for a short while I learned that she had a daughter named Kerrie. Andrea was just divorced, too. She was 43 years old and Kerrie had just turned 18 years old. Being the nice guy that I am, I told Andrea that if she needed anything, to walk down the hall and knock on my door. I could tell that she was pleased with that and she thanked me, and then said that she'd keep the offer in mind. Thinking that I got a very pleasant kiss off I smiled at her and went my on way. 

Four or five days later there was a knock on my door shortly before I left for work. When I answered the door Andrea was there. She was in what seemed to be hospital scrubs. She explained that she had been trying to start her car for the past 15 minutes and it wouldn't start.

 I told her that I would look at it for her but she quickly told me that she had the motor club on the way and that what she really needed was a ride to work. I asked her where she worked and she confirmed that she did, indeed, work at the hospital and that she was late. I told her that it wouldn't be a problem and invited her in so that I could finish my coffee and grab my jacket and that we'd be on our way. Her relief was very evident and she went on to express her thanks. I brushed her gratitude away and explained that I worked pretty close to the hospital, so it wasn't a big deal for me. Her retort was that it was a big deal to her and that she'd pay back the favor. Imagine my glee when she said that? Here was a very attractive woman telling me that she always returned a good deed.

I thought no more about the situation and off we went. During the drive she again told me that she was divorced, worked in the emergency ward, was 43 years old, that her daughter was 18 years old, would graduate high school the following June and that this was their first time alone. I wasn't able to tell her much about myself because we arrived at the hospital. I asked her over for a cup of coffee later that night and we'd get better acquainted. I was glad when she accepted and we made tentative plans to have her come over after she and Kerrie had dinner. . Later that evening, she came over at about 7:00. I ushered her in and started a pot of coffee and opened a coffee cake for our enjoyment. 

Frankly, I was taken by how attractive she was. She was dressed in jeans and a blouse. Her clothing accented her figure and I suspected that the blouse was her daughter's because of the cut. It was high cut the hem and barely exposed her belly while cut slightly low at her breasts. It accentuated her cleavage rather than drew your eyes and held them there. That was the start of a great evening. We related or situations in life and just quietly talked the night away. That night she left at about 11:00. We had hit it off pretty well, I thought. Before she left, I wanted to ask her if she'd like to do this again but before I had the chance she told me that she wanted to see a movie this weekend and invited me to tag along. I gladly accepted and we made plans for Saturday night.

When Saturday night finally arrived, I knocked on her door and her daughter, Kerrie, answered. I told her who I was and she smiled and invited me in while her mother finished dressing. It gave us a few minutes of pleasantries before Andrea entered the room and announced that she was ready to leave. I was glad for her timing because Kerrie was fucking beautiful and I was starting to get excited. You know, penile excited. I was getting a hard on just talking to this pretty, intelligent young lady. I again had the feeling that the mother had raided the daughter's wardrobe. Jeans and another blouse. This blouse, however, buttoned up the front. Again it was low cut but also showed some creamy belly skin. Shit, I thought, more penile stimulation. I wasn't sure if my own jeans would somewhat hide the growing excitement. On the way out the door, Andrea told Kerrie not to wait up for her. Strange comment, I thought. This was, after all, our first date.

The movie was pretty good but I couldn't wait until we were out and could just talk. I liked her company and more than that I liked her looks. I guess that she had the total package: looks and brains, better known as eye candy and brain food. After the movie we walked around the town green for a while and just chewed the fat. She floored me after about a half hour by suggesting that we go back to my place. When I regained my composure, I turned to her and saw a gleam in her eye. My outward demeanor said sure, but inside I was doing cartwheels. While pulling into the apartment parking lot Andrea suggested that I park in the visitor's lot adding that my parking space was visible from her living room window and that Kerrie was sure to see it. Nothing more needed to be said about the rest of the night. Here it was only about 11:15 and I was into a sure bedroom encounter. Christ I was getting hard already!

When we entered my door, ever the gentleman, I took her coat. I wanted to give the impression that I wasn't anxious but man I was excited. It had been a while since I'd had my pipes cleaned and I wanted this encounter to be as good for her as it was for me. I offered her a drink of wine, soda or juice and she accepted a glass of wine.I had just the thing. I had a bottle of wine that was ready made for a seduction. When I gave her the glass, she took a sip.

She said, "It's very good. What kind of wine is this?"

I told her, "It's May Wine."

She again remarked that she liked it. I then gambled and told her. "It's better if you taste it off a lover's lips."

She gave me a combination of a smile and question but leaned in close to me and pressed her lips to mine, licking my lips in the process. When we parted, I told her to take another sip and after she did I leaned in close to her and repeated the process. This time, however, I slipped my tongue deeper into her than she did to me and held the kiss until I could feel her pulse start to quicken. When I broke the kiss I looked into her eyes and saw her desire. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Once there, I took our glasses and placed them on my bedside table. I immediately took her into my arms and continued to kiss her like she was the fountain of youth. Deep, long, wet kisses turn me on and as I was learning she liked them, too. She kept pulling me deeply into her mouth and drew me closer to her. Her breasts were crushed to me chest and my dick was mashed into her crotch. There was no mistaking that she wanted to go further. I responded by sliding my hands up and down her back, just reaching her belt line. Damn it, she upped the ante; she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her harder that ever.

Her ass then became like a magnet to my hands. I slid my digits onto the globes of her ass and performed a nice massage. She started moaning into my mouth. Slipping my head lower I started to trace kisses into the curve of her throat and slid my hands around her waist and up her belly to her chest. After a very cursory feel of her tits, I started to unbutton her blouse. She reacted by letting her head loll backwards and uttering little "MMMM"s . 

Slipping her blouse off of her shoulders, I looked at her black frilly bra and measured her breasts with my eyes. Black, frilly feminine lingerie never was a big turn-on for me but the contents of that thingie had my blood pressure up. Big hooters don't race my motor, either. Andrea had small breasts but enough that they had a nicely defined valley between each peak. I love that area of a woman's chest. I fumbled with her front clasp. Those damn things forever confuse me. I'm more used to unclasping a bra at the back. In fact, at one point in my life I could undo it and before a woman could react my hands would be roaming her nipples. Anyway, Andrea accommodated me and removed her bra. I immediately kissed a line to the cleft of her breasts. I licked and kissed the hard valley as I lowered her to the bed. When she was horizontal I slowly lay down next to her. 

Without losing contact with her chest I skimmed my hands over her belly to her belt. I slowly loosened her belt, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I was trying to make this feel like a strip tease in reverse. I then roamed my hands over her upper thighs, never making contact with her crotch. When I felt her opening my shirt, I continued the erotic massage. As my shirt came off she worked my upper chest. After a short while she grabbed my belt and almost roughly opened my belt and then my pants. Before she moved inside my jeans I relinquished my lips from her chest and moved to shed her jeans. 

She lifted her hips and as I slid the jeans from her legs I was leaning over her and up wafted her feminine bouquet. With her panties still on, I took in the motivating fragrance of her without reacting. After I had removed her pants, I slowly and gently slid my hands up her legs. As I passed her pussy I kept sliding farther up until I could administer another deep kiss. She broke the kiss and returned the favor of removing my jeans. Andrea's need was more evident, though. She was quicker and stopped on her way up my body to massage my rod through my shorts. I stopped her ministrations because I thought she was going to inadvertently turn this into a hand job and have me cumming in my underwear.

I pulled her up to me and gave her another deep wet kiss before I proceeded to her magnificent tits. As I said she had small tits, somewhere between a 34 and a 36 size, I guessed. Small but not tiny. At her age I was surprised that she was as firm as she was…much to my delight, I may add. I wanted this union to be special for her as well so I concentrated on giving those tits a great workout. Rubbing, kissing and lightly pinching her nipples worked her up to the point that I thought she was going to have an orgasm from just my attention to them. This realization motivated me to move closer to the main event…but not yet. I slid down her prostate form until I was at eye level with her panties. 

I hooked my fingers into the waist and very slowly worked them down her legs. Removing her feet from the garment I again slowly slid my hands up her legs all the while following my hands with my lips, kissing her legs all the way up to her crotch. This time I stopped at the tops of her legs. Andrea kept her legs together, though and I settled for kissing the juncture of her legs and torso. I thought she would eventually loosen up her legs and allow me access to the secret places of her mound. I stayed at her hair and kept kissing and licking at her lower body until I realized that she didn't want that to continue. 

Breaking contact, I moved up so that I could whisper that I wanted to eat at her most private place. 

Andrea then surprised me by saying; "I've never let anybody do that to me".

In my most convincing voice I told her, "I deeply want to kiss and lick at your pussy until you can't bear it anymore. If you'll let me do this for you, I promise that you won't be sorry".

I then allowed her to digest this thought while I just skimmed my hands all over her body, stopping at no part until she gave her permission by opening her legs a little. Not wanting her to change her mind, I gave her another deep wet long kiss while I massaged her vulva. I didn't focus on any particular spot; I just massaged her entire mound while I kissed her mouth. Shortly, I trailed kisses to her neck and throat. I didn't stay there long, however. I went further down to her breasts. Both of her breasts as well as between them. I stayed there for a short while, enjoying the feel and taste of her nipples. 

Then I slowly moved lower to her belly. I didn't want to tickle her so I kissed and licked her a little harder. When I reached her navel, I went into seek mode and lapped at her little button, all the while lightly rubbing my chin against the hairline of her pubes. When I thought she was as hot as a Georgia blacktop road in August, I moved my mouth into her thatch and went lower. From the time I arrived at her navel I could smell her arousal and now I was as deep into her female perfume as I could want or get. I felt like I was being intoxicated by her smell. It was heady and sweet with a slight tang. In a word, I loved her smell and couldn't wait to taste her. I didn't want to spook her though. I wanted to take my time and allow her to appreciate getting her pussy eaten by someone who likes to do it. 

I kissed her all over her opening through the hair. I didn't want her to balk and I was desperately trying to take my time. I finally let my tongue touch her slit. When she didn't react negatively, I used my fingers to slowly spread her hair and allowed my tongue to lick at her slit. No tightness or stiffening occurred and I dipped my tongue into her slit to lick at her secretions. If I thought I was getting off on her smell, man I got a jolt at her taste. There is no way to describe how her sweetness got me off. I urgently tried to remind myself that I was eating this woman for her first time and I desperately wanted her to enjoy it. I sincerely wanted to have a return engagement.

She did stiffen slightly when she felt me at the portal to her cunt. I just kept going around her slit tasting her entire wet, warm area. When I felt her relax, I licked her clit. Not hard or with any intention other that to make her aware that it was in the game plan, so to speak. As my tongue slid across her clit, she again stiffened and made a little moan. That's when I knew that she wanted it to continue as much as I did. What could I do but continue to ratchet up her pleasure? I once heard the comedian, Sam Kinneson, say that he makes letters with his tongue in her slit. It was great advice and I continued the tradition with Andrea. 

I had promised her that she would not be sorry if she participated in my love for eating pussy. Although I didn't use those same words, a promise is a promise. She was now moaning and I felt her go off with her first orgasm. I had only touched her clit a few times and she came. I didn't let up though because I knew that her sexual world was forever changed. I continued to lick and kiss her in her most private places, and then I concentrated on a few different spots. I hesitated at her opening and licked and kissed her to another orgasm. Then I moved on to her inner lips. I licked them like candy and took them into my mouth and played with them one by one with my tongue. 

After a few minutes I went up to her clit and gave it a few light licks. I then went up to a spot just above her clit and licked at her where her hood met the beginning of her slit. I licked at that spot for a short while. She was building to another orgasm and I wanted her to have a monster. When she seemed to be reaching her peak, I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue over and around the little bud with varying speeds while sucking at it like it was my salvation. Andrea went ballistic! She starting thrashing her legs, pulling me deeper into her crotch and moaning like a banshee. I kept up the manipulations until she dropped her legs onto the bed and began pushing my head away from her.

I let her clit slip from my mouth but held my head at her slit and gently licked and kissed at her fountain. When her breathing was returning to normal levels, I gently and slowly kissed my way back up her body until we were at eye level. Her eyes shone like stars in the sky and she was ragged looking. Her hair was disheveled and she had a slight sheen of perspiration on her face. She looked a mess but she beamed like a faraway sun. Andrea's first words were tinged with thankful lust as she said. "You do fulfill your promises, don't you?" What could I say other than," I've always known that I like going down on a woman. 

With you it was addictive. Thank you for letting me do it to you and for allowing me to be the first." Then I took another gamble and leaned in to kiss her with her love juices fresh on my lips. I know that she tasted herself on my lips and tongue because when she did taste her own pussy, she almost broke the kiss but I didn't let her. I kissed her deeper and she just seemed to relax into the kiss. All this while I was laying on top of her and she didn't forget my needs. She reached down between us and began to stroke my cock. When she aimed my dick at her pussy she was really into the kiss and I just let her direct the action. She broke the kiss long enough to tell me to slide it into her and leaned back into me to kiss me again.

As I slid my dick into her, I was very aware that I didn't have to stop and withdraw and so spread her lubrication onto my cock. She was that wet that I just slid in until I bottomed out on her pubic bone with mine. I didn't slam into her or feel like I was coming out of her mouth. I just slowly and erotically slid into her deep warm wetness until we both moaned at the sensations. She didn't feel like she was strangling my cock with her pussy or milk me with her sheath, either. I just melted at the feeling of her warmth and moisture. It's moments like these that I thank whatever gods there are for making a woman with a pussy and me with a cock. This feeling is sublime and more. I can't even conceive of the idea that any language could convey the ecstasy of this single instant.

I held at her recesses to fully feel and appreciate her cunt. I stayed there for I don't know how long until I felt the first tentative movements of her hips. Until that moment, I think that I was fully prepared to spend eternity within her body. She brought me out of my reverie to continue pleasuring her body as well as mine. We moved and slid our bodies against one another to gain the heights of pleasure. I slid my cock in and out of her cunt until I felt the very twinges of my own orgasm. I didn't want to come just yet, though. I thought that she deserved whatever pleasure I could provide her, given the fact that she had surrendered her cunt to my oral assault. Now I felt that it was my turn to yield to her physical desire. I stopped sliding my sausage in and out of her and concentrated on sliding my groin against her clitoris and thereby get her off. When I felt her cum, I'd worry about my own. We slid like that for what seemed like a glorious eternity. I felt her go rigid and she keened out her ecstasy while I continued grinding against her pubes. Then she relaxed and groaned, " Fill my pussy with your cum!" I wasted no more time and again started to slide my dick back and forth into that pleasure pit. I wanted to last forever and I wanted to cum immediately. Torn between those conflicting feelings, I took my time building to my own orgasm. I wanted it to be glorious. After thrusting into Andrea for what seemed like an instant and an eternity, I felt the tingling in my crotch. I knew that I wouldn't last much longer so I quickened my pace. I felt like my whole being was centered in my cock. And for this brief time it was. Then I felt the pressure on the floodgates and knew that I was going to blast my balls out of my dick to be deposited in her pussy. My orgasm started in my toes and rapidly moved up my legs into my balls and then instantly consumed my head. Sweet flames of paradise enveloped me as I blew my load into her deepest depths. She reacted by lifting her hips and me off of the bed. That act only seemed to push me further into her while spewing my syrupy essence into her very core.


The Double Ch. 1



I know that we men don't cum bucket or gallons. But at this very instant, I wished that I could. I wished that I could drown her womb in my orgasm. I wished that it would never end throbbing and pulsing my cum into her cunt. I felt like I was going to turn my entire body inside out while deep inside of Andrea. I think that the Japanese call an orgasm "the little death". On the contrary, this orgasm felt nothing like death. Glorious is the only word that I can think of to describe my physical sensations.

When I came out of my trance, I realized that Andrea was looking at me in a funny way. She asked me if I was alright. I could only give her an answer by kissing her and holding her as tightly as I could. She groaned. I released her and she said that she was concerned because I tried to crush her with my arms and my pelvis. I only smiled my appreciation. I didn't want to end the moment and told her so as I lay atop and within her sex. My cock was deflating and I still tried to keep our genitals in contact.

Andrea was a magnificent partner to cuddle. I thoroughly enjoyed kissing her all over her face and whispering endearing things. I know that she enjoyed the attention because she returned the affection with enthusiasm. All good things must end though. She told me that she was getting uncomfortable and I moved off of her to her side. I did continue stroking her body and she did so as well while telling each other of the joy that we'd shared.

I love the post coital cuddling and hugging and what I call pillow talk. I like to talk about our lovemaking experience with my partner. This day was no different, in fact because I enjoyed the act so much and with a new woman that I got to taste her own pussy for the first time, I was anxious to see how it had affected her.

I started by telling her, "That was something special, Andrea. Your body did things to me that I haven't felt before."

"Thanks, it was special for me, too."

"Aw, I'll bet you say that to all of your young lovers," I played with her. "Seriously, I'm not the worlds most famous lovers but I've been with a few women in my time and I loved your body: the feel, the warmth and the taste."

"Yeah, I know what you mean", she demurred. I had wanted her to say something about her new experience but she wasn't going for it…yet.

"You do?" I asked. "Does that mean that you weren't severely put off by my kiss after I ate you?"

"Well", she said, "At first I was surprised by it but after I thought about it for all of one second, I'll admit that it did kind of turn me on." "And did me going down on you give you the thrill that I'd promised?"

"You know, up until tonight I never would have let a man lick me there but I was very comfortable with you and the way that you approached it allowed me to relax into it. Thank you for that comfort and also for teaching me that it isn't filthy, as I'd thought it was. I mean, I still think of blowjobs as a kind of slutty thing to do but that was kind of the excitement. I also really liked the orgasms from the act itself. But I felt kind of torn between the superb feelings and the dirtiness of having it done to me. I don't think that I came so much in my life from one single sex act."

"Ok, so what you're telling me is that you liked being involved in something that you still think of as slutty? And that you learned that you're able to have multiple orgasm from such a dirty act?"

"Yeah, I guess that pretty much sums it up," she related through her smile.

It was at this point that I started to get hard again. She had made my day by fulfilling one of my biggest turn-ons and she didn't even know it yet! I had further plans for this sexy woman and I was starting to get hard thinking about future lessons that I'd give her. Right now, however, was not the time to push her further. I just wanted to sink myself deeply into her sloppy cunt and add to the pool of my juices. I wanted to make her pussy drool cum all over my cock and her entire crotch. I wanted to soak my sheets with our combined secretions and revel in the odor of sex in my room. I wanted to soak our pubic hair in our fucking and remember the night from matted hairs in the morning. Although she couldn't stay the night, we made a monumental mess. When she dressed to go home, I wouldn't let her don her panties or jeans until she was at the door and gave me one of the best kisses as a way of good night. As I walked her to the door, I held her mound all the way there. I felt her dripping our satiation from her pussy. She thought that was "horrid" as she put it but I could tell that she got off on it, too. As I returned to bed, I couldn't erase the memory from my mind and I slept with a contentment that I haven't felt in a long, long time.

This is part one. We authors receive great satisfaction from your feedback. So, please don't hesitate to drop me a line if you enjoyed part one of The Double. I must admit and give credit to an author on Kristen's Archives. The story is called Always Prepared and is by Zaphod. I liked the May Wine idea so much that I've incorporated it into my own story and will probably use it someday with a future lover. Thanks Zaphod! 



The Double Ch. 2



Andrea and I had been seeing each other pretty steadily over the next few days and we had been enjoying each other. After a few days I brought up the subject of being exclusive with each other. I mean, I certainly didn't want to see anyone else and I didn't want her to sleep with anyone else and introduce the possibility of an infectious disease into our relationship. In this day and age, a quick shot of penicillin is not necessarily a cure is it? No, lethality has been introduced into society as a whole and I for one will not play that game with my own life or that of my partner. I'm sure that Andrea felt the same but I (as did she) needed to have some semblance of reassurance. 

After about a week and a half I decided to push her horizons concerning our sexual encounters, as well as continue pushing her into "bad girl" territory. I repeated having her taste her own juices on my lips. I loved her taste and made it a point of eating her pussy at every chance that I got. On a couple of occasions, I went down on her and made damn sure that she got off even when we didn't have the time for a full love making session. I did make sure to kiss her deeply and spread her love secretions all over her lips. When I realized that she licked her lips for more of a taste and was eager to taste herself on my mouth, I knew that it was time to move further. The next time that we had a long, slow, intense loving session in bed I did just that.

We had gone out to a concert on Saturday and she was fidgeting in her seat. At about three quarters of the way through the concert, I leaned over and asked her if she was all right.

She leaned over to my ear and whispered," I'm hotter that a firecracker and I'm sooo wet just thinking about getting you naked."

I turned to her, smiling, and asked her if we needed to go.

Again she leaned over and whispered, "No, I want to work myself up to a colossal encounter in your bed. I have plans tonight that entail having you making me unconscious with orgasm." 

Again I turned to her and smiled my agreement. I let things go at that but knew that the envelope was going to get pushed tonight. My mind swam with the possibilities and I was hard at just the thought of Andrea the bad girl. I knew that I had her.

The concert lasted for about another 45 minutes and I had the hard-on of the year. After the conclusion of the show, I played it cool and as we walked to my car I told her that we needed to get something to eat. Her response was to look at me with a tortured look and protested, "No, let's go to your place and have you eat me into oblivion!"

"Andrea, I haven't had but a snack after work and need something to eat. Besides prolonging the anticipation is a big aphrodisiac." I lied about the snack bit but I wanted her to stew in her juices, as it were. I really wanted her to be so hot that she would do almost anything.

We got into the car and we were on our way to the local diner when I regretted bucket seats. I yearned for the old bench seat because I dearly wanted to pull her over and wrap her into my free arm and pet her breast like I used to do with old girl friends. The only thing I could do was to rub her leg with my hand while we drove. The up side of that was that it was making me want her more. She grabbed my hand and stopped all motion and just gripped my hand like a schoolgirl. We continued on in silence. When we arrived at the diner, I realized that her reluctance to allow me to stroke her leg was having the opposite effect that I'd expected. I was getting hotter because she refused me an outlet for my "heat". I waddled into the diner with a raging hard-on. I thanked my stars for my sport jacket because it partially hid the tent in my jeans. I continued the charade by ordering an omelet and coffee. Andrea gave me a look of resignation and ordered a small salad and tea but I could tell that she wanted to reach out and drag me from the table to the apartment and fuck me silly. During the meal we made small talk as I played with my food and prolonged the inevitable. When the waitress cleared the table, I started to get really horny but continued to make small talk as I finished my second cup of coffee. 

That was the wrong thing to do. Andrea quietly leaned over the table and just about begged me to finish. She whispered, "If you don't hurry up and take me home, I'll go back to my place alone and finish this evening with my own hand!"

Well, how could I ignore the need? I paid the check and walked her to the car. Along the way, we held hands like two love struck puppies. Once inside the car and on our way, I made long distance strokes on her leg, again. She surprised me by grabbing my hand again and for the briefest moments just held it still. I thought that she was going to stop all activity until we arrived at my place. Then she took me past amazement by roughly forcing my hand up along her inner thighs above her skirt and into the humid depths of her crotch. I was dumbfounded when I touched pubic hair where cotton or satin normally resided. She had never gone without panties and certainly was into new territory going without panties and wearing a skirt! Oh god, I cant' tell you how this was getting me hard. Andrea was going into "bad girl" areas without my direction! I knew that this night was going to be special.

I gently played my fingers along her slit and spread her oozing cunt juices along the outer lips. I didn't want to go any further than that. I tenderly massaged her pussy until we got to my apartment. I closed the door and turned around expecting Andrea to attack me right in the foyer. She wasn't there, though. I caught a glimpse of her jacket on my chair and her blouse fluttering to the floor before she disappeared into my bedroom. I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra and the momentary sight of her bare back gliding into my bedroom was such a turn-on. I can honestly tell you that it caused me to stop breathing for an instant. I had seen Andrea go braless before but I'd never seen her this wanton. I mean, braless, no panties and practically begging for the fuck of the decade. I knew that she was ready to continue her journey into being a bad girl in bed. 

I followed her into the room and found her naked and ready for me to join her on the bed. I slowly disrobed in front of her and hoped that I was getting her hotter, if that was possible. While I was disrobing I looked at her nakedness. I saw the flushed features of her face. I lingered on her breasts rising and falling with her quickening breath. I watched her rosy pink nipples float on her slight breasts. I followed god's own hand down her torso and thrilled at every sweep and curve regardless of how small. I allowed my gaze to loiter on the bow of her hips and traversed her torso and marveled at the juncture of her legs and down the length to her feet. I wanted to drink in her beauty with my eyes but I couldn't whet the thirst. I don't think that there was anything that I could do to slake that thirst. 

I firmly believe that the first attraction that we, as humans, fall victim to is the physical attraction. Then we build on that by becoming friends and finally we become intimate then, possibly, fall in love. Now, I'm not sure if I was that attracted but I damn sure was physically attracted, to say the least. Friendship was following fast, in any event, so I wouldn't be surprised if I fell head over hells - down to my soul in love with this creature. We were good together and I don't mean just in bed. All of these thoughts went through my head in a flash. I stood there trying to burn her naked reclining image into my brain.

Andrea shook me out my reverie by raising her arms in invitation while saying, "Tom, come here and let's fuck ourselves into depravity." Nothing that she could have said or done could have woken me from the stupor that I was in while looking at her nude form in my bed.

I, of course, went into her arms like she was a magnet. We melted into a kiss and her arms went around me and tried to squeeze the breath from my body. Well, maybe she didn't squeeze me that hard but I sure felt like I couldn't breathe. Our tongues danced the dance of need. I wanted to bring her to new heights and in so doing have her take me with her. I broke the kiss and nuzzled at her throat. I went to her breasts like they were food and I was starving. Her nipples were as hard as I'd ever experienced them to be. My hand went to her slit and felt her liquid need. I slipped my fingers into her wetness and brought them back up to her breasts. I applied her juice to her right nipple and immediately began licking and kissing the nectar from her peak. I tasted pussy on her tit and it made my head swim. I returned to her cunt for more of her lubrication and applied it to the lips of her mouth. I moved back up and before I had the chance to kiss those coral pink portals of heat, I saw her lick her lips and moan at the pleasure and wantonness. I had never seen Andrea being this wicked and I was getting high at the realization that she wanted to be so decadent. She was not only ready to be the bad girl, she seemed eager to lead the way!

As we kissed, Andrea was trying to line up her cunt with the tip of my cock. She didn't want any further foreplay. I helped her align our bodies and my dick just kind of fell into her warmth. I pushed inside her until I was up to my balls. She didn't moan. It was a strange breath, though. She kind of exhaled loudly. She immediately set up a strong fucking rhythm. I stayed deeply inside of her while we ground our pelvises together. I knew that this fuck session was for her and I continued to grind into her. We didn't have to wait long because she was close to blowing her top and I wanted it to a monster for her. I could feel her secretions all along my cock and start to cover my balls. Her pussy was soaked with her juices. If I wanted to play the slidy, in/out game I'm sure that I wouldn't have been able to get the traction necessary for me to cum so I aided her in getting her nut. Sooner than I expected, she was into the big "O". Her breathing was in ragged gasps and her hips were grinding mine to dust as she grabbed my ass and pulled me farther into herself. When she went rigid, I did my best to maintain grinding her clit to insensitivity. 

After she came down to earth, I was still hard inside her. I asked her if she was all right. She replied, "I am now."

"What prompted that?" I asked. Coyly she said, "Prompted what?"

"Oh, come on now," I said, "You've never been so aggressive, and you ask me what?"

Andrea continued smiling and told me, "I honestly don't know but I've been as hot as a Saturday night special since we were in bed two days ago." 

"Oh. Well, did we not do something that you needed before you left?" 

She got a faraway look in her eyes and I could tell that she was thinking about the question even as she answered me. "No, I don't think so," she said, "But when you made me taste myself on your finger, I think that I wanted something more."

"What did you want?" I asked.

"I really don't know but I wanted something that I can't explain," she said.

I played dumb and started to thrust in and out of her as I asked, "Did you want more of this?"

"Oh god, you're still hard. Did you cum yet?" She was genuinely surprised.

"No, I knew that you needed to get a large nut in your basket, first," I said.

"Thank you" she cooed. "Now let's take care of that pussy pleaser you have deep inside me."

Using her hips she started a slow deep stroking motion on my cock. Ever willing to stroke my dick in and out of her slick pit, I acquiesced and matched her, stroke for stroke. It didn't take me long to get the tingly feeling in my crotch that let me know that I was close to hosing down the depths of her pussy. As I got closer, she began to increase the speed of her stroking. She made damn sure to get me over the edge as quickly as she could. Right before I came I grabbed her with both arms and squeezed her hard and let her know just how intense my orgasm was. 

As I regained my senses and my breath I was deflating inside of her pussy and I slipped right out without any exertion on either of our parts. We then just held each other and engaged in "pillow talk". You know what I mean; we exchanged terms of endearment while we petted one another. Soon Andrea started to get up from the bed and I stopped her while asking, "Where are you going?" 

" I want to use the bathroom and freshen up", was the reply.

This was the moment that I was waiting for almost all evening! "Why don't you wait for a while and we can really put out the fire that you've had for the past couple of days." I innocently said.

She protested saying, "I'm starting to leak and I'd like to clean up a bit, first. And you could probably stand to do the same", she smiled.

I didn't say anything at first but I reached for her left nipple and tenderly tweaked it to get her attention. It worked because her nipple did harden and she didn't move to leave the bed. I replaced my hand with my lips and gently suckled on her breast while I played with the other. I knew that she liked to have her breasts massaged and I used that knowledge to my advantage. After working her breasts, I moved to take her right nipple in my mouth and as I did this, I slid my hand down her torso to her mound. She was right in that she was, indeed, leaking. I didn't care. In fact, it was part of the plan. After getting her in the mood, I started to trail kisses down her torso until I was level with the line of her pubic hair. She again tried to protest by saying, "I need to freshen up before you eat my pussy."

I looked up at her and said, "Andrea, I've never gone down on a creamy hair pie before and I want my first to be with you!" 

As I said this I was looking her dead in the eye and I saw a look come over her eyes. It was pure lust and I've not seen that before in her. It was as if someone had thrown a switch. Actually, I was demonstrating that I wasn't disgusted with her cum or mine. If it was perfectly acceptable for me then it was for her, too. This was pure mind game on my part because I vocalized none of it.

I went further down her slit and fished my tongue through, around and into her cunt. I was getting the biggest taste of my own discharge that I had ever gotten. Now, I'm not into eating my own cum but I had to admit that it wasn't all that bad. I didn't want to make a meal out of it but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. I continued eating her twat until I felt her coming close to cumming. When I thought she was very close, I halted my oral assault and moved back up until my cock was at her opening. I made sure that our combined fuck juices were abundant upon my lips and tongue. Before I slid into her cunt I kissed her deeply and wetly. For her part, Andrea didn't hesitate in accepting the kiss. She knew immediately that she tasted both of our discharges on my lips because she kind gave a low, quiet moan. She eagerly lapped up what I was offering. In fact, she seemed to revel in what we both tasted. I then pushed my hips forward, seating myself into her gooey cunt. Andrea also hunched forward and pushed me in until I was completely enveloped by her slimy nether lips. We began rocking ourselves together and I made sure that I was massaging he clit with my pubes because I wanted her to get off first. She was as eager to get off, as I was to bring her to that orgasmic state. We worked her into a pretty good lather with our efforts. She eventually began hunching into my groin until she went rigid with her orgasm. I just went along with the ride. I made sure that I wasn't close to my own climax because I had a devious plan afoot. As she was sliding down the other side of her peak, I just started to stroke myself into and out of her twat slowly and deeply. 

"That's the second time today that you made sure that I came first, isn't it?" she asked dreamily.

"I love seeing the effects that our fucking has on you", I admitted.

"Do you want to come now?" she asked.

"Not right this minute" I told her, "I like stroking myself into you after you've cum. It feels warmer and wetter this way."

"Well it should be wetter, there's two of your loads inside me, now," she laughed.

Andrea was a good sport about this change in our lovemaking up to this point. The question was whether she' would remain that way. I continued to stroke my dick into her magnificent pussy while we both cooed our enjoyment. Eventually I could feel the tell tale tingling that warned of my impending orgasm and I told Andrea that I was getting close. She started to stroke me harder and faster. It was at this point that I dropped the bombshell. 

"Andrea, finish me with your mouth" I said calmly.

When she didn't respond, I slid my cock from her cunt while she looked deeply into my eyes. She didn't protest so I started to slowly slide up her body. I intentionally dragged the tip of my wet dick up her torso until I reached her chest. I hesitated briefly, only to allow her to stop me if she didn't want to continue. When she didn't show any disapproval, I continued to her mouth. She didn't jump right onto my dick. Her lips stayed closed so I dragged my cock across her chin with my hand, wetting her in the process. I then ran it across her lips, spreading fuck juice around her mouth. I saw uncertainty in her eyes.

Almost pleading with her eyes, she quietly opened her mouth to say, "You know that I've never allowed anybody in my mouth."

"Kiss it", I hissed.

She looked at me for a brief moment, closed her eyes and kissed the head. Then she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked the wet shaft. At that her eyes flew open and she again kissed the head. Her eyes remain fixed on mine as she licked the head and lingered at the slit as she lapped at my cock. There was pure lust in her gaze as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and licked the juices from our lovemaking. I can't tell you in simple words how excited I was. I wasn't ready to cum but I was sure excited that this "good girl" was sucking my cock and seemed to be enjoying herself. 

"I'm going to roll over, Andrea, but I want you to keep sucking me off," I told her.

Andrea barely mumbled, "Um-hum" in her assent.

When I rolled off of her and lay on my back, I asked her, "Do you want to continue to blow me?"

A noncommittal "Yes" was her only response.

"Ok, I'll help you as we go and make it easier for you. Would you like that?"

Again her "Yes" was noncommittal, but there was a certain fire in her eyes.

I pressed the point as I told her to take me into her mouth. "Use your lips and tongue." I told her. "Put your hand around my cock at the base and hold it there."

She did just that, with enthusiasm I might add. I moaned with encouragement and said, "That feels soooo good. Now, hold your lips tight as you and take me deeper into your mouth and then withdraw. Keep doing that. Oh yes", I encouraged. I knew that at some point she would take me too deep and it did happen causing her to gag slightly. When she succumbed to the mistake, she took herself off of my knob. I then told her, "When a woman sucks cock, she's in control, not the man. It's she that controls the pace and the depth. You can use your hand to prevent yourself from going too deep and making yourself choke." All the while she looked me in the eyes and her attention was intense. It was evident to me that she wanted to learn. She was breathing fast and deep and she was flushed with excitement. 

Andrea took my words to heart. It was the last time that she made herself gag on my cock. She was taking great pains to make me enjoy this. As my time approached, I asked her if she wanted me to warn her when I was going to cum. Without coming off of the head she grunted an "Um-hum."




The Double Ch. 2



After a few more strokes, I groaned, "Andrea, I'm going to cum. You can let me cum in your mouth or you can take me out and have me come all over you. It's your choice." To her credit, she kept bobbing over me until I blew my load all over her tongue. She stayed there for the first couple of spurts then came off of the head and jerked me off onto her face and tits. My cum dribbled off of her and onto my legs and crotch. I was amazed when she looked deeply into my eyes and shamelessly swallowed my first offerings.

Her first reaction was, "God that was incredible!" 

I pushed her over to lay on her back and leaned down to give her another deep, wet kiss. She was at first hesitant but I pushed through until our lips met. When we broke the contact, she apprehensively asked, "Did you taste yourself on my mouth?"

"Yes, love, I did and I loved the kiss anyway." I knew from her reaction that it was the encouragement that she needed.

"Did I do it good enough for you?" she asked.

"Andrea, just the fact that you tried would have been good enough, but when you finished me off, I just about went into orbit."

"It doesn't bother you that I couldn't take it all in my mouth?"

I firmly told her that, "What you just did was incredible. Whether I blow my entire load into your mouth and have you swallow it is not the point. The fact that you were willing to get me there was the point. I love oral sex. Whether you come from my tongue or I bust a nut from yours is an aphrodisiac to me." I then wiped a splatter of cum from under her eye and was going to wipe it on the sheet when she grabbed my hand and licked it away. 

Looking me directly in the eyes, she sheepishly grinned and said, "It isn't as bad as I thought and it made me feel wickedly delicious doing it. Thank you for being so considerate in showing me this side of myself. I love the feeling and I think that if you're patient enough, I can really enjoy being wanton with you."

"Andrea, I've a confession to make. I've been taking you down this road to depravity slowly, consciously and cautiously. I love the sex that we enjoy but I wanted to expand your horizons for a reason. I believe that sometimes we need to make love and sometimes we need to fuck. Raw passionate fucking, not making love. It's important to me that I have the trust of a good woman to allow that fucking. I also believe that she (you) needs the same thing. I need to know that if I need a pure animal fuck or want to blow my load all over your face and hair and breasts, that you're ok with that. I also need you to know that when you need the same thing that I'm here for you, too. I think that was the "something" that you talked about needing after our first fuck. I recognized that need in you before we got into bed and to get you to this point that you needed to give your first blowjob. It was marvelous and I look forward to depravity…for both of us."

We ended our night's union with a huge kiss. She dressed to walk down the hall to her own apartment. After all, she did have a daughter to raise and needed to keep up appearances.

Here ends part 2. As always, drop me a line with any constructive criticism and/or to tell me whether you liked it or not. It made me hard writing both parts and I hope that you get hard or wet (depending on your gender) reading it. Part 3 coming soon. Thanks for the encouragement.



The Double Ch. 3



Andrea and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months and I sincerely liked her company and companionship. Our sex life was terrific. If she had a desire, I was more than happy to accommodate her libido. For my part, I was ecstatic at her newfound depravity.

One night after a really steamy session in the rack, she had asked me, "Do you think that I'm being too much of a slut?" I calmly but firmly told her, "Anything that two people enjoy doing while in bed does not make either person a slut. As long as both of them enjoy something does not diminish either. If, on the other hand, one of them feels forced (by any means) into surrendering their values, then there is indeed a problem. Do you feel that you're participating in something that you don't want to do?" Without hesitation she said, "No, in fact I enjoy our intimacy. I feel that for the first time in a relationship, I'm being satisfied. My satisfaction comes from the fact that I'm giving and that I'm getting. I call myself the slut for doing the things that you've taught me but actually I not only enjoy sucking your cock but I sometimes want to do it!"

This was a revelation that I had not heard before but I also felt that there was something else that she wanted in our coupling. "Do you like to think of yourself as a slut when you go down on me?"

"Not always but I do sometimes think it when you cum on me and at other times when I swallow your cum. In fact, the very first time that I gave you head, I felt like a slut and I remember thinking it, while I swallowed part of your load. I got off on that thought as much as I did from doing it to you as well as from swallowing."

"Does it turn you on to think of yourself that way?"

"Yeah, sometimes it does," she smiled.

I hesitated for a beat and asked her, "Would you like me to remind you of that fact while we are engaged in the activity?"

"Yeah, I think that would be a turn-on. I mean, not all of the time but hearing you call me a slut would sometimes add to the eroticism of the moment, I think." 

I distinctly thought that she had come a long way since we had met. I was thrilled that she was willing to go beyond what was, in the past, her norm. I only said, "Being intimate with you is superbly satisfying. I love the fact that we compliment each other in and out of bed." The other thing that I didn't tell her was that I loved it when she blew me. I loved the fact that she sometimes even initiated giving me a blowjob. In fact, one night she came over to my apartment, walked in and immediately got naked. She fell to her knees in front of me, dropped my jeans and aggressively gave me a monster blowjob. When I started to cum, she hosed down her face and tits. She wiped my cum off of her face but didn't wipe off her breasts. Then she stood up got dressed and left without another word. When I asked her about it the next day, she said that she had been thinking about it almost all day and was really horny. Kerrie (her daughter) was home so she had to at least clean off her face before she left but wanted to keep my cum on her tits while she slept.

We were certainly having a great time in the relationship. We saw each other often, so I was also getting to know Kerrie, too. We included her into our plans and activities. Very often, Kerrie would accompany Andrea when we had dinner at my place or when we went to a movie or a concert. Kerrie and I were getting comfortable with one another and she was becoming comfortable with her mother's relationship with me. Although I was very aware of her looks, I was also beginning to appreciate her intelligence and wit. She was just a tad shorter than Andrea and slightly more lithe. She had a great body, in my opinion. She had long thin legs, nicely shaped hips with a great ass and smallish breasts. I love that in a woman, the small tits, I mean. I was never into huge tits. Nicely shaped breasts are more important to me than size, I guess. Both women fit that bill nicely.

After we'd been together for about three months, Andrea, Kerrie and I were very relaxed around each other. I felt that we could talk about almost anything when we were together and often did. We discussed drugs, drinking, sex, politics, sports and almost everything that close people do together. Well, we discussed sex in the abstract, never about our sex lives.

Andrea mentioned that she had to go to New Orleans for a seminar for her job one night while we were clearing the table after dinner. As I was putting the dishes into my dishwasher, Kerrie asked her when that was. Andrea replied that would leave on Sunday morning of the 10th and return on the following Friday. Kerrie mentioned that during that time she would have to take the school bus in the morning. She didn't appear too happy about that. I knew that Andrea usually drove her daughter to school and because of that arrangement, Kerrie was able to get in about a half hour more sleep in the morning. I just listened to them chat. Andrea then looked at me; she smiled and told Kerrie that if she was extra nice to me that I might consider driving her to school, instead. Inside my head I nearly choked but smiled and said that I might be persuaded to drive her. I could tell that Kerrie was tickled pink. She mockingly put her arms around my neck and begged me to take her to school instead of abandoning her to the bus. I laughed and told her that I would think about it but my price would be high. We all laughed at that and Kerrie asked me what that price would be. I told her that I'd have to think about that as well. 

After Kerrie left, Andrea and I had a glass of wine and she mentioned that I shouldn't demand too much from Kerrie if I did drive her to school while she was away. 

"No I'm not, I was thinking that I'd have her make me dinner a few nights or clean the apartment or do my laundry, or something similar."

Andrea just laughed and said, "That's what I meant. She hates doing household chores. I can usually get her to help me keep the place clean, but I know that she hates doing it."

"Well, I guess it's settled then. I'll have her help me give the place a good cleaning."

This elicited a big laugh from Andrea. She said, "I'd like to be a fly on the wall when that negotiation starts."

"I'll call her in a couple of days and let her know what I've decided, but I don't want you to get involved. Nor do I want you involved in the cleaning process, ok?"

"That's fine with me. I don't want it mentioned that I gave you the information, either, ok?"

"Fine. You do understand that you'll stay away while we're busy, right?"

"Right."

"When should I call her, then?"

"Give it two days and call her after you get home. That should be enough time to get her to think about it and get it set in her mind. She's old enough to realize that she has to make concessions when she asks someone to go out of their way to accommodate her."

That was the last of our discussion concerning Kerrie's duty. I waited three days before calling Kerrie and when I did, she balked at the prospect. She said that she wanted to come over and discuss the situation further. I told her that I'd be home all evening and to come over when she'd done her homework. We agreed that she would come to my place at about 8:00. I had a small dinner and sat down to watch the tube while I waited for her. After about an hour I went to change clothes.

I had removed my shirt and slacks when I thought I heard something in the living room so I called out, "I'll be right out after I put my jeans on."

The next thing that I was aware of, Kerrie was at my bedroom door as I was pulling up my pants. "I love watching a man dress", she stated. My eyes met hers and I calmly finished buttoning and zipping up. "HHMMM, and I love bikini underwear on a man, too."

Sarcastically I asked, "And how many men have you seen in their skivvies?"

"None, but just the thought is a turn on for me", she stated.

"Ok, let's go into the living room and talk, ok?"

After throwing a t-shirt over my head, I met her in the living room and found her sitting in my favorite chair. While that didn't particularly bother me, the way she was sitting did. She was scrunched low in the chair and had her legs thrown wide. Although dressed in pair of shorts and a tank top, her shorts were wide in the leg opening. I think that I've mentioned that she is a very attractive lady with fine, fine legs. She also has a very attractive body and the way she was sitting showed off her legs quite obviously. Sitting across from her I was able to steal some glances at her legs…all the way up to her shorts and a little beyond. Now, I'm a man and I couldn't help but get turned on by her show. My first thought was that she was sitting that way on purpose and was trying to influence our pending negotiation. It didn't take long to figure out that that was indeed her intention. It also didn't take long before I started to get a man's reaction to her display. Although I wasn't at a full-blown boner, I was slowly getting there. I saw her glancing at my cock every so often and knew she liked the effect that she was having upon me. I was enjoying the game that was afoot: both of us stealing glances at the other, knowing full well what was happening but acting like we weren't engaging in anything out of the ordinary. 

Without going into all the boring details, the long and short of it was that she didn't want to help me clean up the place. She thought that making me dinner one night would be enough. I held firm, though and Kerrie finally did agree but balked again when I suggested that she could make dinner one night, too. I again played hardball and said that driving her to school for a week was surely deserving of one dinner and a couple of hours of her time to help me clean the place. She agreed after some bitching but I had the distinct feeling that she was playing the hard to get game. It felt like she didn't mind the tasks but for some reason had to try to get off easy. We agreed that she would help with the cleaning on this coming Saturday morning.

Saturday arrived and I slept in. I got up around about 10:00 and got up to take a shower. When I was finished and was toweling off, I heard a tapping on the bathroom door. Surprised, I asked who was there. When the door was opened suddenly, I covered myself with the towel and saw Kerrie standing there wearing a grin. Innocently she asked, "Am I early?"

"Yes, very early. I only just got up and I need to finish my shower, shave and breakfast before we begin."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought we had planned to start at 10:00. You don't have to shave on my account if you don't want to. Shall I start coffee and make some eggs?" she sweetly queried.

Now I knew that something was happening and I wasn't feeling very comfortable. I mean, here was a very young attractive woman, my girlfriend's daughter, throwing herself at me. I would have thrown her down and fucked her silly if she wasn't Andrea's daughter. She was, however, putting me in a bind. I decided that I'd have to end this sport soon, before things went too far. I knew that if the situation went down the path that it was headed, my relationship with Andrea could be jeopardized and I didn't want to fuck it up.

When I came out of the bathroom to dress, I could smell the coffee brewing and heard the preparations of Kerrie. By the time I reached the kitchen, the eggs were cooking and the toast was almost done. When she realized that I was in the kitchen she poured me a cup and told me to sit down because she was almost finished. I sat down and she shortly brought two plates to the table, retrieved her own coffee and sat down to eat with me. Towards the end of the meal I broached the subject, tenderly.

"Kerrie, I don't know what's going on but I need to discuss something with you."

Ingenuously, she asked me what I meant. "I think you know what I mean. You made me uncomfortable the other night and again this morning. You're a beautiful woman but I'm involved with your mother and I don't want to screw that up. So you have to stop tempting me with your womanly charms."

"Oh, so I was getting to you Wednesday night. I thought I saw some activity in your jeans. I thought you liked the show that I was giving you."

"Just because I responded to your body doesn't mean that I want to take it further, you know."

"You don't want it to go farther?" she asked.

"I'd love to, but I'm sure that your mother wouldn't approve… for a few reasons", I said.

"She wouldn't have to know" was Kerrie's response.

"No, you're right, she wouldn't. But how would you feel, if you found out that your boyfriend had screwed around outside of your relationship?"

"I don't know." She said. "I've never had a boyfriend."

That surprised me. She was pretty, intelligent and had a body that would stop a construction crew. Let me explain something here. In my opinion there are varying degrees of beauty. There's beautiful, exceptionally beautiful and fuckin' beautiful. Kerrie was fuckin' beautiful. In that moment I finally admitted it to myself. She had the face of an angel and I may (or may not) have said it before, but a woman's face is what flies my kite. If a woman does not have a pretty face, I usually don't look at the rest. Kerrie's beauty started at her face and just kept rising from there. Anyway, my surprise must have been evident because she laughed and said," Oh, I go out with guys but I've never had one guy that I wanted to get serious with."

I didn't know how to counter that except to say, "Well you should remember that it's your mother that would get the short end if anything went on between you and I."

She didn't say anything to that so I also let it drop. I pushed myself away from the table and announced that we should start cleaning the kitchen and just go from there into the rest of the apartment. Kerrie proved to be enthusiastic about her commitment. We spent the next four hours cleaning my place. We spent more effort and time than I had planned. The time just flew along without notice. I had turned on my stereo to a classic rock station and before we knew it the apartment was cleaner than it had been in some time. Again, I hadn't meant to be so thorough but having Kerrie help just made the task zip on by. I must admit that having a cheerful partner helped ease the burden, considerably.

When we were done, we sat down to enjoy a cool drink and she remarked that she needed a shower and so did I. She was right; we were sweaty and dusty. I thought that she would finish her soda and leave to clean herself up so I didn't say anything else about the matter. We passed the time listening to the radio and made small talk. During the conversation, somewhere, we had made it known that neither of us had plans for that evening. That fact didn't seem important at the time because Andrea and I had previously agreed that we weren't going to do anything together that night. After about ten or fifteen minutes, Kerrie asked, "Do I get first shower or do you want to go first?"

Again, it didn't seem important so I just told her that she could be first. I got up to get towels for her and led the way to my bathroom and showed her where to find soap, shampoo and whatever else she might need and left her to take care of her shower. After she had been in the shower for about five minutes, she called out to me. Cracking the door, I asked what she needed. She replied that she'd like to use some hair conditioner. I retrieved a bottle from the closet and placing it on the nearby sink I told her to get it when I left. She reacted by sliding the shower door open and stuck out her hand for me to give it to her. Oh man, there she was in all of her naked glory holding out her hand with a smile on her face. Christ on a crutch, I almost swallowed my tongue. I quickly recovered and slowly slid the door closed, and limped out of the room with my dick trying to trip me. With that short glimpse seared into my brain, I returned to the living room, retrieved my soda and poured it into the sink. As I popped the top of a beer, I couldn't erase the sight of that teenaged body from my head. Needles to say, I also couldn't get my dick to deflate. Returning to the living room, I slumped into my chair and hoped that listening to a song by the Stones on the radio would ease my dilemma. My cock wouldn't go down, though, and I realized that by willing it to do so wouldn't help in the least. I stayed hard while Kerrie finished up in the shower. She then called out to me again that she'd like to use my robe while her hair dried. I get the robe from my bedroom and handed it to her while I held the doorknob so that the door could not be opened further. I did feel her tug and try to open it, too.

When she finished and returned to the living room, dressed in my robe, her hair was still damp around her shoulders. I knew that I couldn't stand up in front of her. My jeans were still tented around my cock so I adjusted my seating position to hide it as best as I could. Kerrie didn't help matters, either. She stole a glance at my crotch and I watched her as the awareness played a smile across her face. She proceeded to fold her legs under her as she took a seat on my couch directly across from me. The robe clung to her curves and her tits were perfectly outlined. I couldn't get it out of my head that she was naked under that belted cotton cloth. Maybe it was all in my head but the robe only seemed to enhance her body, as if that was necessary! With her bare legs presented, the robe rode up to about three quarters above her knee. The brazen little vixen was doing whatever she could to enhance my excitement.

Well, I thought, two can play that game. I stood up and let her see my outlined hard-on as I went to take my own shower. On the way out of the room, I flatly stated, "I don't want any visitors while I'm either in the shower or while I'm dressing." I heard a giggle from her while I made my way to my room..

My shower was, thankfully, uneventful and I dearly wanted to bring myself off while I had the privacy. I didn't, though. Instead, I turned up the cold water until my dick deflated. Toweling off, I decided to tell Kerrie that her action in the bathroom was not appropriate and could well get us both in trouble. I knew that I had to be blunt not just talk around it. I dressed with a resolve. 

What I found waiting for me caused me to forget what I had rehearsed. Kerrie was in a reclined position on the couch. But she was totally NAKED!! Oh man, I forgot to breathe for a moment. Here's the image that will forever be etched into my brain: Kerrie was reclining upon my couch. Her right foot was on the floor, her other sitting on the couch about a foot from her ass with her knee raised and leaning against the back of the couch which parted her legs slightly. Her hand lightly covered her muffin and I swear her fingers were unconscientiously playing with her pubes and her lips. Her back was slightly arched because she had placed a frilly gold pillow under her hidden ass cheeks. Her left arm was thrown above her head, which only caused her tits to be further presented. Those breasts had a perfect shape. They weren't extremely large but they were fuckin' beautifully rounded. She had tiny, brown areola, only about the size of a quarter with brown pinpoint nipples. Fuck me but I love nipples like hers. When I fantasize about the perfect tits, hers are in my dreams! She was slightly flushed and her breathing was somewhat labored. I mean, she wasn't close to getting herself off but she was enjoying stroking her pussy. She shamelessly looked deeply into my eyes and asked, "Are you enjoying this show?"

All that I could do was stare at her perfection. Kerrie broke me out of my stupor and pointed to her feet and told me to sit there. I don't remember floating to where she pointed but when she laid her left leg across my lap I came to my senses. I tried to stand up and protest but she brought her other leg off of the floor and applied enough pressure to let me know that she wanted me to stay right where I was. When I turned back to look her in the eyes she said, "Please, just stay there and let me finish what I started."




The Double Ch. 3



"Kerrie, do you know what you've started and what the consequences will be?"

"Yes, I've initiated a sexual encounter with you and right now I'm not thinking about the consequences, unless it's to get you to teach me what sex is all about."

"You've never had sex before?" I asked. There must have been an incredulous look on my face because she smirked and said, "Here's the extent of my sexual activity; I've masturbated and I've had a few boys grope at my tits. I've had a hard dick in my hands and I jerked that one to a climax. Jerking that guy off was messy and very unfulfilling. All of the guys that I've dated wanted to get into my pants but I never let one of them feel more than my boobs through my bra. No one's ever touched my bare breasts or my bare crotch. I wanted it to happen but I never felt comfortable enough to let it go that far. I never felt close enough to any guy for it to go that far."

"Are you saying that you feel "that way" about me and you want me to be the first?" I nervously asked.

"I trust you," she pointedly remarked.

"How do you know that I won't abuse that trust?"

"Well, I'll tell you but first I'd like to finish what I started," she whimpered.

"Kerrie, I'd dearly love to finish it too but first you have to realize what the consequences could be. If I let this go further and your mother found out, my relationship with her would probably end. Your relationship with her would be strained, at the very least. And let's not forget that if that happens, then you and I would have a strained relationship if we had any relationship at all! I know that I'd hate losing all of that."

"She'd only find out if you told her or if I did. I know that I wouldn't tell her."

"Ok. Let's assume that we followed through with this sexual encounter, as you called it. I didn't say anything to her and you didn't, either. Isn't not telling her like lying?"

"Wel, when you put it like that, yeah, it is."

"Do you want a lie to come between all of us?"

"No, I don't. But not telling her that I gave some guy a hand job isn't lying, is it?"

Uh-oh, I thought. We're going to rationalize this. "No. Your sex life is your business. But if three people are having sex and two of those people aren't aware of the other connection, then there's something wrong with at least one of those relationships."

"Why does sex have to be so complicated? I mean, it's just a physical act. It doesn't have to mean that the outside world has to stop."

"Kerrie, where's all this coming from?" I asked.

"I heard my mother talking to my Aunt Susan. She was telling her that you're the most caring man that she's ever slept with. She said that you've been gentle and fulfilling for her and that you've been patient in teaching her some things that she's never tried doing before. I want that kind of man to teach me about sex, too. I don't want to be groped and manipulated into giving up my virginity. And I don't want to give up my cherry in the back seat of some guy's car! I also want there to be some mutual caring between us." 

"Does your mom know that you heard her?" I asked.

"No, I was supposed to be doing my homework and I came out of my room to ask her about something and while I was in the hallway I heard her. She didn't see me because I didn't come into the living room. I just stayed in my doorway. She doesn't know because she couldn't see me from where she was sitting."

All this while Kerrie continued petting that magnificent muffin of hers. All of a sudden her scent wafted up to me in an invisible cloud of heady aroma. I can tell you that I now know what it is to swoon. That's what her pussy perfume did to me, it made my consciousness fade to just seeing her hand's movement on her cunt. I didn't have any peripheral vision. All that I could see was her furry mound covered by her hand's activity. She wasn't plunging her fingers into her drenched pussy. Nor was she fingering herself to gush upon the threshold of an orgasm. She was lightly playing her hand across her slit and pubic hair. I could only gaze at her manipulation. Somehow my hand snaked along the legs in my lap without my knowledge. I was at the juncture of her thighs before I realized what was happening. She removed her hand from her crotch and let my gaze fall upon her partially open slit. Her hair was a soft brown and the petals of her pussy lips were as pink as I've ever seen on a woman. They were damp with her dew. I could feel the humidity and the heat of her moist cunt and I wasn't even touching it. I was close, though, I was very close, indeed.

She reached down and took hold of my wrist and guided me up to her pussy. When my fingers made contact with her wetness, I lost all thoughts of stopping. She guided my fingertips up and down on the outer lips of her folds. I allowed her to lead me. I wanted her to lead me. I felt like I needed to touch her pussy with her setting the pace.

Never in my sweet short life did I feel like I did at this moment. My senses were attuned to her body. My sight, smell and touch seemed to be enhanced with superhuman sensitivity. I felt her slick juices, every hair and every nuance of her cunt. I smelled what seemed like an aphrodisiac to my muddled brain. I had tunnel vision and it was centered on her twat. I don't know when her legs parted or when she led me deeper into her pussy. All that I do know was that I was suddenly bringing her to orgasm with my hand. I was inside of her pussy with my first two fingers while my thumb was playing around and over her clit. I never knew that my hand was that dexterous. My fingers and thumb seemed to be moving on their own volition and in different directions but at the same time had a common agenda. I saw all of this, smelled the odors and felt the tactile stimulation in different parts of the same brain cell. At least that's what it felt like.

My fingers slid along the crease of her womanhood. Her entire pubic region now had my undivided attention. It was warm and drew me like a magnet into her depths. I went deeper into her outer lips and I gathered her fluids along and massaged her pinkness, squishing her folds as I played inside those fleshy pillows. As I slid downward towards her love glove I was struck by how warm and inviting she was. Reaching the ultimate portal, I slowly slid my fingers just inside and held there while I paused to breathe. I then began to find her depth. I felt every beautiful millimeter of her organ. Her love oils helped me glide inwards and it felt like liquid silk. I felt the muscles at her opening, I felt ridges where her G-spot was supposed to be, I felt her cervix and I felt the bottom of her sex. Simple words will not come to me and help describe the tactile beauty of Kerrie's pussy.

My reverie was broken when Kerrie began clasping at my arm and humping herself onto my fingers in her orgasm. Her low moans brought me back to the reality of the situation. I was finger fucking my girlfriend's daughter! And she was deeply into the throes of an orgasm that I helped her achieve! Oh fuck me, I thought. My ass is not worth the cushion that I was sitting on if we're caught.

Her breathing had almost returned to normal and I found that I didn't want to remove my fingers from inside her pussy. I was slowly and lightly massaging all around inside of her. It was she that pulled me from her tight depths. We saw her slickness on my fingers and it was she that brought my coated fingers up towards her head. I could tell that she smelled herself as she held my hand in front of her face. It was obvious to me that she liked the aroma because she then slipped her tongue out and began to lick her juices from my fingers, all the while looking deeply and sensuously into my eyes. I was still mesmerized and so into the eroticism that I heard a groan and I think it was mine.

When my fingers were wet with only her saliva, she told me, "Show me your cock." Only the voice belonged to someone other than Kerrie. I saw her lips move but some other voice came out. The voice was almost a croak and full of lust. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans and slid down the zipper. Gravity took the jeans past my knees as I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my briefs. I slid them down and my dick bobbed in mid air. She reached for it and began running her hand from top to bottom in a slow dance towards my relief. I was close to cumming and told her so. I remember thinking that since she'd only done it once before I wanted her to see what happens when a man cums. I slipped one leg from my jeans and sidestepped and straddled her waist. She kept on jerking me and within 4 strokes I threw back my head, groaned and shot my juices onto her belly and breasts. I didn't think that I would ever stop. I thought that my balls were being turned inside out. And I thought that I had never cum before in my life. I don't know how long this took nor how long I stayed there looking at the heavens but when I got my senses back I looked down to see long ropelike sperm trails on her torso. Kerrie was still holding my cock while running a finger of her other hand through the discharge on her belly much like she was doing when she began pleasuring herself. Slow, light, inquisitive movements through, into and around the liquid. Pearls of my sperm clung to her finger. 

Aware that she was still stroking my limp dick, I began to run my own two fingers through the cum trails that had landed on her boobs. I used the same fingers that I had used to bring her off. I was looking deeply into her eyes when I lifted my fingers and brought them towards her mouth. She first looked at my hand, then returned to look at my face. We held our gaze for a moment and I pushed my fingers forward to her mouth. She didn't bat an eye as I painted her lips with my cum. When I returned to her right tit and gathered more to feed her, I saw her tongue tentatively reach out and lightly lick her upper lip. She retracted her tongue and seemed to be thinking about what she was doing. I took advantage of that moment's hesitation and brought more of the discharge to her mouth. Kerrie never hesitated. She opened her mouth and when I gently pushed my fingers into her pursed lips she licked me clean so I did it again and again. I then began massaging the cum into her skin and nipples. While we both continued massaging my cum into her belly and tits, I leaned down and kissed her with as much fervor as I had ever kissed a woman.

When we broke the kiss, I told her that she should get dressed.

Kerrie protested saying, "I want to stay naked and explore more with you."

"Kerrie, I'd love to continue, too but right now I think that we both need to take a break and think about what we've done today."

"I don't need to think about it. I loved it and want to take it further", she said. I thought that she was going to break into tears at the rebuke.

"I loved it too and I would like nothing more than to go further. Right now, though, I need to collect myself because I feel like I've cheated on your mother."

"Are you sorry for what happened?" She asked.

I knew that I had to be delicate, here and said, "I don't think that I've ever been more excited by a sexual encounter in my life. I also think that your mother would be hurt by our actions tonight. I don't want to hurt your mother or you, so I just have to rethink all of the ramifications of what's happened, that's all."

"Does that mean that we can't do this again?"

"Yeah, it probably does mean that, Kerrie."

"I was afraid that's what you meant. I was hoping that you'd continue to help me find out for myself what sex was all about. I hoped that you'd continue to teach me and show me the same patience and caring that you showed my mom."

"I'm not sure if I can do that, Kerrie. At this moment I'm not too sure about anything. I don't want you to leave here and think that I'm not grateful for what you've done with me. I don't want you to leave and think that I hate you because I don't. Nor am I ashamed for my own actions. I'd like to think that I've helped you learn something but I don't know if I can teach you anything more. Well, let me rephrase that", I smiled. "I can teach you more but I don't know if I should be the one to do so."

She let that sink in. Shortly after, she rose and walked into the bathroom to retrieve her clothing. She returned to the living room and began to dress. I noticed that she hadn't cleaned my cum off of her belly or her breasts.

I mentioned this and asked her if she wanted to clean herself before she left. She looked into my eyes and said, "I want to wear your wetness for as long as I can. It excites me to feel it on my skin. It excites me to know that you rubbed it into my nipples and my lips. It really excites me to know that I tasted it from your fingers."

With that declaration, she turned and left my apartment. 

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This ends Part Three. The last part is still to come. Again, as always, drop me a line to let me know what you think. ALL authors like getting feedback for their efforts and I'm not unique in that regard. I'd like to sincerely thank everyone for taking the time to contact me regarding my past efforts. Also special thanks to InnocentAngel1966 for a past picture in her profile. It was primarily what prompted the couch scene in this, the third part. Her picture just turned me on so much and helped me "see" this part of the story. I cannot thank her enough for the vision. :)



The Double Ch. 4



This is part 4. Please note that I've never tried to or been seduced by a lover's daughter. The closest that I ever came was when a niece of my ex-wife's decided that she had a crush on me. She was 13 or 14 years old at the time and I knew better, on so many different levels, than to pursue the situation. With that said, I must admit to most of the other physical situations being from one or another relationship in my sweet short life. I truly love the sexual pleasures described. :) 

Kerrie and I saw each other over the next few days until her mom went on her trip. We didn't exchange knowing looks or steal moments to look dreamily into each other's eyes. I, for my part, tried to act as normally as we did before THAT night. She, for her part, did likewise. It just seemed like normal except in my own head. I was feeling anxious about being intimate with her but she seemed like nothing untoward had happened. I thanked my stars for her attitude because I didn't want to get into a scene with either her or her mother.

We drove Andrea to the airport the day of her departure and arrived in plenty of time to deposit her bags at the airline's counter and to have a cup of coffee before she went to her gate. Kerrie and I said our goodbyes at the hallway of the airline gates. Andrea and I kissed before she turned and walked down the hallway but before she left she told both of us that she'd call every night to make sure things were alright on the home front. As she was walking away she turned and blew us both a kiss. Kerrie and I left after that.

As we drove home we made conversation. I mean, nothing in particular but we did make plans for her to come over in the morning so that I could drive her to school. I also mentioned that it would be easier for both of us if we had dinner together. You know, both helping prepare and clean up after the meal would be easier than if we did it alone in our separate apartments. She took it in stride and accepted graciously. I had the feeling that this week would go smoothly after all and that maybe she had the chance to think through the situation of us getting intimate again. I felt like she had seen the consequences of our secret escaping.

Dinner turned out to be pretty casual. We ended up having pizza and soda while we watched a ballgame. First, though, I made sure that there were no school entanglements. God damn, but the Red Sox won again. After the game Kerrie wanted to sleep on the couch instead of going home to an empty house. I made damn sure that that was not going to happen but I was gentle about it. I told her that it would be easier and faster, and she would get more time sleeping, if she went home and took care of her normal routine if she was in her own place. While there seemed to be a slight tension in the air, she accepted this explanation and made to leave. Before she reached the door, however, I asked her if she'd like me to call her, on her phone, to wake her up. She lit up at the suggestion, gave me a big smile and told me to call her at 7:30. I asked if that was enough time for her to be ready to leave at 8:00. She quickly said that if I called her about 7:15, we could have a quick cup of coffee before we left. I told her that we could do that and the tension seemed to evaporate. I also told her that I would unlock my door after I showered and that she should just come over and I'd have the coffee waiting. When she had closed the door, I remember thinking that I had dodged a bullet. I didn't want any more temptation from her and felt that I had handled the situation very diplomatically.

Our morning rendezvous went smoothly as did the rest of the day. When I arrived home from work, I called Kerrie to make sure that she was home and taking care of her school obligations. We made small talk about her day and she suggested that we have dinner and wait for her mom to call. I told her that I had some work to finish up and didn't know when I'd break for dinner but that she was welcome to come over after doing her homework. I made it a point that she shouldn't expect too much from me because of my own homework, though. She seemed to be fine with the arrangement and said that she'd like to hang out and wait for her mother to call. After we agreed to the arrangements, I hung up the phone and changed clothes and settled in with my project. Before I knew it, Kerrie knocked on my door and when I opened the door she bubbled her way in and asked if I wanted to have a submarine sandwich for dinner. I immediately saw the logic to her suggestion. She asked if she could borrow my car and drive to the local sandwich shop for our dinner. As I dropped my keys into her eager hand, I warned her that my chariot had more zip than her mom's and that she had to promise that she would treat my baby with all due caution. I knew that by giving her the keys, I had also given her a teenage fantasy. I mean it's not every 18-year-old kid that gets to drive a classic Thunderbird. I also knew that she was responsible behind the wheel.

I just happened to look up at the clock on my desk and saw that it was 7:30 and thought that Kerrie would be home any minute...she'd been gone for about 20 minutes. Just as I finished the thought, the phone startled me. I thought that it was a little early for Andrea to call because we'd agreed that she would call us at about 8:00. My heart hit my shoes when the tearful voice of Kerrie announced that she'd been in an accident. Biting my tongue, I first asked if she was hurt. "No", she announced, "But your car is smashed pretty badly." 

"Ok", I said, "How bad is the damage?"

"Well, the passenger door was hit and we can't open it", was her reply.

"Tell me what happened."

She immediately began crying again and told me that a woman ran a red light and broad sided her at the intersection. She finished her tale and said that a cop from the traffic division was with her at the phone and asked if I wanted to talk to him. When the cop took the phone, he confirmed what Kerrie had told me. He informed me that I could go to the local precinct and get a copy of the accident report for my insurance company. I thanked him and remarked that this would be an expensive repair. He agreed and said that since he was a car buff, too he sympathized with me. He took the time to reassure me that Kerrie was not at fault and that I should take that into account when dealing with her. I promised him that I would and thanked him again after determining that the car was in condition to be driven home. I paced the floorboards waiting for Kerrie to get home. When she arrived, it was very evident that she was both frightened and sorry about the outcome of her little jaunt to the sandwich shop. I took the package from her and tossed it onto the table and embraced her in a tight hug while she began a new crying jag. I quietly reassured her that I was not angry with her for something that was out of her control. I let her cry as I held her and told her that the important thing was that she wasn't injured. Then she said that her mother would be angry with her. As I shushed her, I said, "I won't let you take the heat for an accident that wasn't your fault. Your mom can't blame you...you didn't do anything wrong. I'll make sure that she understands that, Kerrie."

Tearfully she said, "Thanks and I'll make this up to you...I promise."

"Kerrie, there's nothing to make up for. If you were at fault, then I'd let you do something special to make amends and show me some repentance."

Andrea called just a few minutes later. She told me that the flight was uneventful and that he room was quite comfortable. I took the room number and phone number for the hotel and made small talk until I went on to tell her of the accident that Kerrie was in. Andrea almost freaked until I related that Kerrie wasn't hurt. Kerrie then took the phone while I returned to my workstation to give them both some privacy. After a few minutes, Kerrie called and told me that her mom wanted to speak to me. Andrea told me that she was SO sorry about what had happened. I reassured her that the accident wasn't anything that Kerrie had done and that the important thing was that she wasn't injured. We rang off with that.

The only hitch to the accident happened the next morning when I went to drive Kerrie to school. She arrived at 7:45 in the A.M. and we had a quick cup of coffee together. She came in wearing a skirt and blouse that was entirely appropriate for school. I did, however, notice that her ensemble enhanced her feminine form. Her body did that to me, sometimes. I would notice that she possessed one of the finest bodies at odd times. This morning was one of those times. Her legs seemed to be accentuated by the short skirt, and her ass just seemed to be a magnet for my gaze. Glancing farther up her torso I silently acknowledged her slim waist and the rise of her breasts. I'm sure that she didn't notice my appraisal, though. The hitch that I alluded to happened when we got to my car. Since the passenger door couldn't be used, Kerrie had to get in on the driver's side and then had to climb over the console between the seats. As she did so she had to spread her legs to get over the shift knob. When she failed at her first try, she proceeded to hike up her skirt. This action clearly revealed her powder blue panties. Before hiking up her skirt, she boldly looked me right in the eyes. As she spread her legs and climbed over the console she blew me a kiss and ingeniously smiled. I couldn't help but stare at those panties as they glided across the seats. I swear that I could see a few stray hairs peek out from the crotch and wave at my saucer eyes. As I slid into my own seat, Kerrie was still smiling. I muttered something about her unladylike display and she just giggled. When we arrived at school, I mumbled, "This time I won't look." Again, Kerrie laughed and said, "I was hoping that you would." I did. She planted a kiss on my cheek as she sashayed on by. Just before she reached the front of my car she turned and told me that she would have dinner ready at 6:30 and that I should come to her place dressed casually. Before I could object, she turned on a dime and strode away.

Nothing untoward happened between Kerrie and I, that night or the rest of the week. Andrea called every night at about 8:00 and by Wednesday I thought I sensed that something was amiss. I couldn't place my finger on what seemed out of place, but there was "something" different. I made a mental note to talk to Andrea about it and left it at that.

Friday finally arrived and Kerrie and I went to the airport and collected Andrea and we all went to dinner. Since we arrived home kind of late, I told Andrea to go home and take care of unpacking, get some sleep and that I'd see her in the morning for coffee. She agreed, gave me a peck on the cheek and said goodnight. I knew then, and can still feel, the apprehension as I drifted off to sleep that the "something" was going to get aired out in the morning.

As I showered, shaved and dressed the next morning I still felt uneasy at our date. When Andrea arrived, I had the coffee and rolls ready. She breezed in with a smile and sat down. We made small talk until we had finished eating. I asked if she wanted another cup and she replied in the affirmative. As I poured both cups, she finally got down to what the "something" was.

"Tom, I need to talk to you about something." There it is, I thought. In her delivery of that statement was the "something".

I placed her cup in front of her and said, "Andrea, I know that something's bothering you. It's been there since Wednesday night."

"Oh, I didn't think that I was being that obvious. Well, while I was at the symposium, I met another guy from the hospital that was also there. We kind of connected. We spent a lot of time together and I think that I want to start seeing him."

"Seeing him? As in dating him?" I asked.

"Yeah, he and I have discussed this and we'd like to date each other. He knows that I've been dating somebody else and we agreed to wait until I've talked to you about this new development."

Wow, I thought, breaking up was never put so sensitively. I never heard breaking up referred to as "this new development". "Well, this is certainly a surprise. I knew something had happened but I didn't expect this. What can I say? I mean I won't stand in the way but I certainly am not happy about "this new development".

"I've been very happy with you and our situation over the past few months but I need to explore the possibilities in a new relationship, Tom. I hope that we can remain on good terms."

"I guess that we can still be friends, Andrea. I don't think, though, that we can be more than that in the future. I mean if things don't work out between you and ...."

"Jim. His name is Jim."

"Jim. If things don't work out between you and Jim, we can't go back to what we had. I certainly wish you the best. At the risk of sounding like sour grapes, here, friendship is all that we can have from here on."

"I understand. I'm sorry to hurt you, Tom, but I really want to explore the possibilities in this new relationship. I thought that I had found my mate in you but I..."

I didn't let her finish the statement. I told her, "Andrea, I'm not going to lie to you. I'm far more than disappointed that we can't be more than friends. I am hurt but I want you to be happy. I'll always look back at our relationship with fondness. I also want to thank you for your honesty and braveness in ending our involvement."

"I'll always think fondly of our relationship, too, Tom. Thank you for being who you are and for what you've allowed me to become with you."

So ended our romantic involvement with each other. I have to be honest here, when she left that day, I was as depressed over the loss of a partner that I've ever been. I spent the rest of the day moping around cleaning the apartment. Later that evening, Kerrie came over and we discussed the breakup. She seemed to be a bit apprehensive about her mother and I not seeing each other anymore. I assured her that Andrea and I had agreed to remain friends so there wasn't any problem with her and I being friends, too. She floored me by telling me that she felt of me as far more than a friend. She felt that I was someone that she could confide in. She also said that she always felt that she could tell me anything and that I was the kind of guy that would listen and help her with anything. I agreed with her that I would always feel the same way and that we could continue that special bond.

The days went by and we three continued to see each other around the apartment. We had dinner a few times and continued to be friendly. Kerrie, however, came over to my place at least 2 times a week to chat, get my help with her homework and generally hang out. I liked that. She's a great kid and great company. We got along great. We had some deep discussions about anything and everything as well as nothing in particular. I think that we were getting to know each other in a new environment.

She came over one Friday night while her mother was out on a date. It was a sweltering day and my air conditioner was on at full blast. She was dressed like she was in a tropical forest at noon. She had just picked up a pizza and told me that she wanted to watch a ball game with me. I laughed and told her that I was already into the top of the second inning and that the pizza was very welcome. She then said that since she brought the pizza, I had to supply the beer. Kerrie, Andrea and I had pizza and A beer on many occasions in the past, so I didn't think much of it. As she placed the pizza on my table, she mentioned that the AC felt very good. That's when I noticed that the cool apartment air had affected her nipples. From our previous liaison, I knew that her nipples were small but prominent when aroused. Those little things stood up in all of their glory now and looked like they were begging me for more stimulation. I tried to make light of the situation by asking, "Glad to see me, huh?" She laughed and furnished the other part of the joke. "Only if that's not a banana in your pocket." With that we went back to the game with our pizza. After the game, Kerrie went back to her apartment and said that maybe we could get together again tomorrow and just hang out. Since the next day was Saturday, I told her that tomorrow I had planned to do a thorough apartment cleanup much like the cleanup that she had helped with a while ago. Tongue-in-cheek, I asked if she wanted to help. She said that she would be over towards noontime because she was going to the mall with her best friend. I told her that she was welcome to help whenever she arrived. We left our plans at that and she went home.

I awoke on Saturday morning and grabbed a shower had a cup of coffee and began the cleanup. At about 12:30, there was a knock on the door and I answered to find Kerrie. She was soaked to the skin from the rain that had been soaking the area since early in the morning. I quickly led her in and took the denim jacket that had only served as a sponge. I told her that I was going to wring it out and hang it up to dry. Then I noticed that her muscle tee shirt was soaked as well and that she was obviously not wearing a bra. Those nipples of hers were at work again. They stood out proudly and drew my attention and held it there for a moment. When my gaze meandered back to her face, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Damn, I thought, busted again! I also told her that she should go home and get some dry clothing. In between giggles, she explained that she didn't have her key and her mom wasn't home. She then asked if she could use my robe and throw her wet clothing in my dryer. I wasn't happy about this turn of events, but how could I tell her no? She changed in my bathroom and handed me the clothing while she accepted the cup of coffee that I had prepared while she was changing. As I tossed her clothing into the dryer I knew that I was in deep trouble because she handed me a pair of shorts and her tee shirt. Nothing else. My robe wasn't wet where her panties should have been if she were wearing any. I'll leave it to the reader to draw the same conclusion that I had already arrived at. I adjusted the settings on the dryer and stayed there for a moment and tried to sort out the situation. However, Kerrie interrupted my reverie. She called out and asked me where I wanted her to start cleaning. I came out of the closet that I call the laundry room and as I rounded the corner to enter the kitchen, she was naked holding her coffee cup. My robe was carelessly laid over a chair to her left. 

"Kerrie, we can't do this again." was all that I could stammer as I was drawn deeply into her beauty.

"Tom, I didn't plan to seduce you, today but when the idea hit me, I knew it was what I wanted more than anything else in the world." With that she started to advance in my direction. She hesitated briefly when I took a step backwards but stopped when she turned to place her cup on the dinning table. Then she turned in my direction, again. When she looked at me I saw a look in her eyes that you only see in the eyes of someone who is intent on having her way. As she reached me, she slowly put her arms around my neck and slowly leaned in to kiss me. I got the distinct impression that she was moving slowly so as not to spook me. I sure was feeling like her prey. Her first kiss eventually reached my lips and it was brief and measured. She broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes without saying a word. I don't think that I responded. Then she leaned in for another. It was slightly more unsettling because she pressed her lips in with more feeling and pulled me to her with more force. I still hadn't responded...at least I don't think that I did until I felt her tongue brush my lips in invitation. I know that I didn't open my mouth to her until she broke the kiss and again looked at me like she was in pain.




The Double Ch. 4



"Kiss me. I know that you're uncomfortable right now, but if you'll let this happen, I promise that you won't be sorry." 

It felt like my heart stopped. What the fuck is this, I thought! I remembered saying that to her mother those many months ago on the night when I ate Andrea's pussy for the first time. Did Andrea tell Kerrie that I used that same line to seduce her into oral sex for the first time? Was Kerrie using my very words against me?

As I stared at her my face must have turned about three different shades of white because she looked at me like she was scared, very scared. She asked me if I was all right. It was at that moment that I knew that there was nothing sinister in that one line. After that realization, I told her that I was fine and I smiled. She mistook that to mean that I accepted her advances. Advances? Hell, this was no advance on her part. I felt like this was a full assault on her part. She fully intended to get me in between the sheets. Then I remembered that she was a virgin on top of all this irony.

When I smiled, she leaned in for another kiss and there was no mistaking her intentions this time. I remember thinking that I would just go along with the agenda. I had no entanglements to worry over...other than the fact that I was old enough to be her father. So I relaxed into the kiss. Her tongue went to my lips and caressed them with unmistakable intentions. I slipped my own tongue between my lips and started to play with hers at the junction where our lips met. Before I knew what was happening, I was dueling with her tongue. My breathing started to get deeper and she gave a small moan. Not a moan, really. More like a sigh. It was a sigh that had so many meanings until I stopped trying to translate it and began to match her intensity.

By this time she was pulling on my neck hard. It felt like she was trying to pull my mouth into her own. That is the point that I raised my arms and grabbed her hips and pulled her lower body into my own. I think that's when she knew that this ride was beyond her control...or mine. She broke the kiss and had a look on her face that I can only now decipher. If I was pushed to read her at that moment, I'm pretty sure that I would have said that it was the look of lust. Now, however, I know that it was more than lust. I saw pure lust, I saw raw desire and as sure as day follows night, I saw a twinge of apprehension. And I think that apprehension was due to the fact that she wasn't in total control over what was about to happen.

As we stood in my kitchen looking at each other, I stepped back while still gripping her by the hips and walked her back to my bedroom. When we reached the room I turned her around so that her back was to my bed and gently pushed her back to lie on the bed. I then slowly began to disrobe while she watched. Off came my shirt and then my sneakers, jeans and socks. I stood there in my underwear and just looked at her. For the first time, I became aware of my cock and how hard it was. Up until this time I was aware of her body and only hers. Now my cock, and how it related to her body, filled my consciousness. I felt like the satyr of legends. I felt like my cock was three feet long and that it would kill her if I tried to slide it into her virgin cunt.

I slid my briefs to the floor and joined her on the bed in the most sensuous kiss that I could ever remember. My left hand went to her face and caressed her cheek, her jaw, her temple and her lips. My right hand went to her left tit and caressed her roundness, her heft and her shape. When I caressed her nipple, the nipple that had been trying to seduce me since forever, she moaned. This time it was a moan. It was a moan born of want and need. Here it was, the time that I had been denying for I don't know how long. I felt the crinkles around her nipple, the crinkles of her areola. I felt the nipple's hardness. I slid my hand down her torso to her hip. I felt the dip of her waist and the rise of her hip. I hesitated here because I wanted her to know that if I continued, we would continue until we sated our need. Her kiss never wavered, never told me that she was having second thoughts. I slid my hand across her hip towards the juncture of her thighs. I moved slowly, not because I was unsure, not because I wanted to give her a chance to stops things here. I moved slowly because I wanted her to feel the tactile sensations as well as know where my destination was located. 

When my hand reached the prize, I found that she was waiting. Her legs were parted and she had indeed anticipated my objective. I felt her wetness just by covering her mound. Her little pussy was humid against my palm. Her hairs were dewy with her desire. I slipped my hand up enough that I could gather some of her moisture on my fingers without dipping inside of her nether lips. I then released her mound and brought my hand up to her tit. I massaged her wetness into the nipple. Only then did I break our kiss. Without warning I dipped my head to her tit and laved my tongue over the very same nipple to lick her pussy dew from it. Licking pussy off of her nipple reminded me of the time that I first smelled her aroma. The time that she gave me a hand job and I came all over her belly and tits then introduced her to the taste of my cum. Today I was going to slide my cock into her deepest depths and have her blow me. After I licked her nipple clean, I looked up at her and told her, "I want to bathe my cock in your juices."

Her nonverbal response was to twist herself so that I was lying atop her with my dick pointed at her pussy. She reached down to grasp my hardness and began pulling me towards her cunt. I also reached for my dick and removed her hand as I gripped it and began sliding it along her outer lips. Her wetness allowed me to slip inside so I was now running up between her inner lips. My dickhead was soaked with her juices by now and I moved my body upwards. While looking her in the eyes I told her, "I'm going to teach you how to suck cock." The apprehension was unmistakable. "Kerrie, you wanted to learn about sex and today I'm going to teach you. I'm going to teach you everything. If there's something that really turns you off, all you have to do is say so and I'll respect the fact that you don't want to do that. The next time you come back, you'll know what questions to ask and what you don't learn today, you'll learn then. Ok?"

"Ok. But do we need to start with me giving you a blow job?"

"No we don't but I'm doing this for a reason. I'll explain why later, but right now I want you to suck me off. You'll learn more than giving a blowjob today. I promise you that you'll leave here more that satisfied, ok?" Her only response was to nod her head.

With my cock at her lips, she closed her eyes and I began by sliding myself along her lips. As I was doing this I told her, "Just feel what I'm doing. Right now just feel the sensation of my cock sliding on your lips. God, I love the sensation of your lips lightly rubbing the head of my cock!" I continued rubbing her lips for a short while. She didn't complain. She was showing me that she trusted me and that she was willing to perform the act, if only for my enjoyment. I don't think that she was doing it only for me but if that was the case, then I enjoyed it anyway. 

All this time I was talking to her and telling her how good it felt and how much I loved the feeling. I then told her, " Now I'm going to slide my dick a little way inside of your mouth. I want you to run your tongue all around it while I'm inside of your mouth. Please be careful of rubbing my dick on your teeth. That is definitely painful. I also want you to take hold of my dick. When you do that, as I slide in and out of your mouth, you have complete control of how deep I can go inside. If I go too deep inside of your mouth, towards your throat, it'll make you gag. That will definitely not be pleasurable for you. I want you to like the experience as much as I do. As you get better at it, I'll help you learn more techniques that will only make you appreciate it more. You're doing fine, Kerrie and it feels sooo good!"

We kept this movement up for a little while and I kept up vocalizing my appreciation, even if it was only mmmm's and ahhh's of pleasure. As I was getting near to my orgasm, I let her know this, too. "I'm very close to cumming, Kerrie. I want you to point my dick at the roof of your mouth or use your tongue to keep me from cumming right into your throat because that will make you gag, too. I want you to try and catch as much in your mouth as you can before you swallow it. As you become more experienced, you'll learn to swallow as you go along, but for now don't swallow until I'm almost done spurting inside your mouth. You'll always know when a man is right at the edge of his orgasm because his balls will tighten up to his crotch. Oh Christ get ready.....aaawww!"

My orgasm burst from my cock and I felt Kerrie put the flat of her tongue right against the tip of my cock. The first three spurts were intense. Kerrie's eyes flew open in surprise but she kept me in her mouth. I felt her shiver with the outburst. Then she pulled me from her mouth. Somehow she kept me pointed at her mouth but her lips were closed. I continued spurting. My cum was now painting her lips and chin. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she looked me in the eyes. When my discharge slowed down until I was just dribbling cum onto the chin and neck, I told her to swallow. She didn't do it immediately but continued to look at me but her apprehension had turned to lust. I really can't tell you when that change happened but right now she was lost in the act. When she gave a gulp and opened her mouth to show me that she had swallowed my juice I slid forward and went back into her mouth. Damn, she began running her tongue around my dick and searched for any cum that she had missed. I knew that she was into it because she gave little moans. Then she pulled me from her mouth and began licking her lips to get my come onto her tongue. The she amazed me further by swiping the head of my dick at her chin and brought it back to her mouth and licked me clean again! This woman was insatiable for my fuck juice! 

I then turned over to my side and slid down so that we were at eye level with one another. My first words to her were, "Kerrie, that was incredible. I don't think I've ever been so turned on by a woman giving me a blowjob." Kerrie smiled and told me, "I felt the same way. I never dreamed that I would enjoy giving head as much as I did. I never felt so turned on either. I want to do it some more. I want to learn as much as I can about sucking cock. I never felt as sexual as I did while you were shooting off in my mouth! I knew what you tasted like from the last time, but having you spurting in my mouth made me feel so slutty and depraved but erotic. Let's do that again!" I had to laugh at her enthusiasm. But I told her that I'd have to recharge my batteries and when I did, I'd teach her some other things.

"What things?" she asked. "I'll show you what it feels like to have your pussy eaten", I said. I didn't mention that she had tasted her own pussy on my cock...yet. I wanted to give her a demonstration first. 

Then I kissed her. I know it surprised her but I kind of liked her reaction. I know that she didn't think that I'd like kissing her with the taste of my sperm still in her mouth. Although I didn't say it, I let her know that it didn't bother me as we tongue danced our way through the kiss. When we broke she initiated the discussion. "I'm surprised that you did that", she said. "Why?" "Well I thought that you'd be grossed out tasting your cum", she said. "Kerrie, as long as you continue to blow me and swallow my cum, I'll continue kissing you, before and after. I'd kiss you during the blowjob if I could and it didn't interfere with you giving me head." We both laughed at that.

I kissed her again. As I did, I began to caress her tit again. I moved down to nuzzle at her neck, and moved lower to nuzzle her tit while I caressed her pussy. After some time kissing and nibbling at both perfect nipples, I began to trail kisses down her torso until I reached her pubic hair. She was already breathing hard. I wanted to bring her off with just my tongue.

While teaching her what eating pussy was all about, I explored her feminine scent, taste and texture. I adored her pussy. It was like licking at a never-ending fountain of womanly secretions and aromas. The skin of Kerrie's pussy was like warm liquid. Wherever I licked, her slit or her lips or her pussy, there was a gentle yielding of the skin. There are simply no words that I can use to describe what I felt, tasted or smelled. I can only say that I worshipped at her cunt for as long as she let me stay there. It was Kerrie that finally stopped my oral assault. She had at least three orgasms while I tried to bring her to that state again and again and again and even again. Her quaking told me of the more intense orgasms. Each orgasm did not cause her to try to crush my head, it was more like she was shivering or quaking, when she came. I was very surprised that her legs only stiffened, somewhat, but did not prevent me from continuing my ministrations. After her third orgasm, she reached down and pulled my face from her snatch.

"Please don't make me come anymore. My coochie is so sensitive right now that I think I'll explode."

I moved up her body until we were at face level, again, and I moved in to kiss her. She pulled back as I moved in and said, "I can see my cum all over your lips. I don't know if I like the idea of tasting my own pussy." I didn't say a word. I moved forward to kiss her anyway. Kerrie didn't move away, this time. When we made contact, I immediately began a long, deep, wet kiss. I loved the idea that she was a tasting her cunt again. Only this time she was acutely aware of it. I broke the kiss after feeding her the taste and my excitement.

I said, "I know that you didn't want to do that but it made me so hot to make you taste your own juice, I couldn't stop myself. Are you ok with it now?"

"You know, at first I was a little grossed out. Now, I think that it wasn't all that bad. It was kind of cool, in fact. The taste wasn't unpleasant at all. I thought it would be really repugnant. It was like the first time that I tasted your cum. I thought that that would be gross, too. Neither taste could gross me out now. In fact, I really can't wait to blow you again. That's how much I loved it."

"Well before we go there again, I want you to get your last lesson today."

"Are you going to take my cherry?" she asked with a little apprehension.

"Only if you're ok with that, Kerrie. I told you earlier that you could stop at any point and I'd respect your wish. Besides, I'm at the doors of the chamber, if you will, and I could probably cut diamonds with my cock right about now. Fucking is the only thing that we haven't done. If you'd rather not lose it now, I understand."

"Will it hurt a lot?" she asked.

"It doesn't have to be very painful. We can go slow and take breaks when you need to. Just remember that you're in control of how fast we go and that we don't even have to go there at all."

"No, I want to. I've fantasized about having you take me for a long time and if I chicken out now, I'll never forgive myself. I don't know how my coochie will ever get that huge dick of yours inside so just please be gentle and go slow, ok? "

"Kerrie, women have given birth since the beginning of time. Your coochie, as you call it, will certainly be able to handle "my huge dick". In reality, I'm not all that big. I'm about average size and that's nothing compared to a baby's size, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Speaking of babies, I don't want to get pregnant. How are we going to deal with that?"

"I had a vasectomy years ago." When I saw the inevitable question, I said, "That means that I had the male equivalent to a woman having her tubes tied. I can't make you or anybody else pregnant." I was impressed with Kerrie again. I always knew that she had her head screwed on right and voicing the pregnancy concern only re-enforced my impression. I also told her that and kissed her again.

While we were engaged in the kiss, I began caressing her left breast. As she began to get more turned on, I started to trail my kisses to her throat and neck. Kerrie slipped her hand between us and caressed my dick and balls. I told her not to focus on just my genitals but to caress my entire crotch because I was already at full mast. When I thought that she was ready, I slipped my own hand between us and grabbed my cock. I started to rub it between her outer lips to gather some of her own lubrication on the head so that it would be easier on her. As I was doing this, I started to slide my cock into the opening of her pussy. I went slowly. When I felt her tense up, I soothed her with my voice. I told her not to tense up because it would tighten up her vaginal muscles and that would only make it more painful. I told her that it was easier for me to say it than it was for her to do but it would make entry easier on her. I know that she tried to relax. I told her to tell me when to stop and we would do just that. When she was ready to continue then she should also tell me. All of this vocalization was to relax her and to make her know that she was in control. It worked, too. When she said stop, I did. When she said that it was ok to continue, I slid almost all the way out and back in very slowly until she said to stop. That allowed me to get more of her natural lubrication collected on my dick and also allowed her to feel the natural act of fucking before I was entirely inside of her tight channel. When we had worked me in about halfway, I started to just go in and out for a few strokes and pushed just a little bit further in. We continued that until I was balls deep and couldn't get any deeper. I held there for a few minutes to give her time to make the adjustment. She surprised me again, though.

"Oh man, I feel like there's a baseball bat in my pussy," she said.

"No, it's only me I assure you. Don't move though because if you do, I'll probably blow my load right away and I don't want to do that right now."

"Neither do I but it is very uncomfortable."

"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked.

"No, not yet but let's not do this for very long, ok?"

"You know that you're in control. I'm going to start stroking myself into you, ok? I want you to know that it can be pleasurable, too."

"Ok. Just don't go crazy, ok?"

I assured her that I wouldn't. I then started to play the old in/out game. Slowly. After I had a pretty good rhythm going, I felt her begin to respond by pushing back at me. After stroking with her for a little while, I pushed in balls deep and held there and began to show her a new trick. I began to grind my pubic bone against her to stimulate her clit. She liked that...a lot. She took to the new method very quickly. In fact, she came very hard while we did this. After she finished and got her senses back, I tried to get her off again. She didn't want to do that and told me so.

"Pull out and move up until I can finish you with my mouth," she said. This blew me away. I wasn't sure if she'd thought that through. I mean, I'd be in her mouth and my cock would have all of her cum on my entire shaft. I did as she requested, though. When she took me in her mouth, she realized that my cock was covered in her juices. I was as proud as I was excited when she began to flick her tongue up and down the piss hole on the head of my dick. I hadn't taught her to do that and I wondered if she was trying to get more of a taste of her cum. "Oh Kerrie, keep doing that and I won't be able to last long. I'm ready to drop all of my cum into your mouth already."




The Double Ch. 4



She pulled back so that I came out of her mouth and said, "Move off of me. I want you to sit on the side of the bed. That way I can kneel between you legs and I can have more control, ok?" Now, think about it. What would you do? ME...I moved off of her and scrambled to the side of the bed. Kerrie wasn't far behind me. When she knelt before me, she immediately grabbed my dick and began stroking me with her hand. She seemed to be lost in her manipulation. She kept her gaze on her hand. Then she said, "It feels different jerking you off with my secretions all over your hard-on. It feels so erotic." I didn't tell her that I desperately wanted to be in her mouth. I think that she knew that instinctively because she leaned in to plant a kiss on the head. Not just a peck like one does to a cheek. She slipped the head just inside of her lips and sucked while she laved my head, especially the slit, with her tongue. Christ, this girl was a natural. She did what felt good to her and in the process sent chills through my body. 

When she began to bob her head, I was almost ready to blow my prostate through the back of her head. My blastoff didn't take long. I started throbbing my juice into her mouth. She again stuck the flat of her tongue over my piss-hole as I pulsed cum into her mouth. This time, though, she made tiny little licking motions while I spewed. She took my entire orgasm into her mouth. When I was just dribbling, she removed me from her lips and let the last of my load coat her lips while she rubbed my head against them. Like I said earlier, she was a natural. What was erotic to her, translated to more physically incredible sensations to me. When she realized that there was no more spunk in my balls to be had, she looked up at me and in one sensuous motion swallowed my load. 

I think it was then that I fell backwards on the bed because the next thing that I knew, she was lying atop my prostate form kissing my neck in little feather kisses. Butterfly kisses as I call them. When our eyes met, she said, "Lick my lips, please." I did it. I tasted the slightly salty taste of her lips and then slid my tongue into her mouth and tasted the pungent discharge while I played with her taste buds. I then realized that she was straddling me with her wet pussy at the head of my cock and I was still as hard as when we started. I pushed upwards at the opening to her cunt and she pushed back so that I went into her slowly and just inside of her pussy. At this point I stopped but she kept sliding onto my cock slowly. When I was deeply embedded, she hesitated but a moment and began a slow fucking motion. I knew that she was or would be sore so I let her dictate the pace and depth of our union. Kerrie continued to move against me and said, "Oh god, don't stop until I come all over your dick." I didn't. In fact, I didn't stop until I came weakly into her depths. 

While we were regaining our breath I told her, "Kerrie, that was the most incredible thing that I've done in a long time."

"Me too. Don't move, though. I'm very sore and it feels very uncomfortable."

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"No not yet. As long as you don't move it doesn't hurt. I just want to feel you deflate inside me. I wanted to get you off with you inside of me. I didn't think that you'd ever come."

We stayed like that until I just fell out of her slick little pussy. All the while we shared another deep kiss. She broke the kiss to tell me that she was "leaking", as she put it. She then reached down and covered her muffin with her hand to prevent our juices from dribbling out of her. I followed with my own hand and moved hers out of the way so that I could cover her mound. She started to crawl off of me and I kept her covered and followed her all the way into my bathroom. When she mounted the porcelain throne, I removed my hand and we both watched the fuck juice ooze out of her shrine. I helped her to wipe herself. As we were doing that she grabbed my hand and kissed the residue from my palm. I was so taken by her act that I straddled her, sat on her legs and leaned in to kiss her deeply.

She amazed me. I mean, she WAS an inexperienced woman. She was, however, demonstrating an incredible amount of intuition. It felt like I had opened the door and she brazenly walked in and instinctively knew what she wanted to do to please herself, and in the process, me too. 

When we broke the kiss, I told her, "Kerrie, this lovemaking session was by far the most erotic and satisfying of my life."

Her only response was to tell me, "I'm glad that you feel that way. I'm glad that you didn't stop me when I started to make advances to you. I wanted this more than anything I've ever wanted in my life."

"Well, I'm glad that you feel that way, too. The only question that I have is that did we do anything that you didn't like?"

"No. I was a bit apprehensive about some things but after doing them, I liked it. You were right about me leaving here more than satisfied, too. I am satisfied, sexually. I never thought that I'd have as many orgasms as I did. The only regret is that I want to make you cum more. I'm a little sore in my coochie, right now but I want to get you off, again. I guess that I'll have to do it with my hand or my mouth. By the way, when we started you said that there was a reason that you wanted me to blow you. Why did you want me to suck you off first?"

"I was so close to blowing my load just by rubbing myself on your pussy. I didn't want to cum just by trying to get into you. Your cunt is very tight and just trying to bury my dick into you, I would have spewed before I was totally inside. I didn't want that to happen. You wouldn't have gotten any kind of pleasure from that and I wouldn't have, either. Having you suck me off allowed me to make it more pleasurable later on. It allowed me to last longer when it counted. Can you understand that, now?"

"Yeah. It does make sense. Does that mean that we can do it some more?" She was smiling while she asked me. I couldn't believe that she wanted more. I knew that I couldn't do anything for a while and told her, "Well I need some time to recharge, but maybe after we have something to eat and relax a little we can pick up where we left off. In the meantime, it may be a good idea if we have something to eat and for you to let your mom know where you are."

"Mom's out with Jim for the night and won't be back until late so there's no need to break up this party."

"Well, call the house anyway and leave a message on the answering machine that you're here and that you don't have your house key and that she should call when she gets home to let you in."

"Ok. That sounds like a good plan. I can stay here until she gets home though, right?"

"The thought of kicking you out would never even enter my mind."

"Good because I want to stay here and I want to stay naked with you."

"Sounds like a plan, then. You make the call and I'll see what I can whip up in the kitchen." As I rose from straddling her, she playfully made to reach out and capture my cock. I avoided the gesture, though and teasingly told her that, "I don't want to be panting into your one ear while the other ear is on the phone. Andrea surely won't take very kindly to any lascivious action between us."

Kerrie just giggled and I left her to her toilet duties. I walked into the bedroom and found a pair of boxer shorts that I could wear around while we took care of our meal. Before I exited the room Kerrie entered and said, "Oh, I thought that we'd just hang around while we were both naked." "Well we could do that later but I'd feel more comfortable if I had some sort of clothing on for now, anyway." "Ok, spoilsport. Do you mind if I stay naked?" "Um, why don't you wear my robe at least until we've finished eating, ok?" "If you insist." Hell, I even liked teasing her and having her return the banter.

While she made the phone call, I threw some things together that would taste good and hopefully give us some nourishment. I had the distinct feeling that I'd need the sustenance later on. I was right about that, too.

While eating an omelet that I threw together, we had a normal conversation. We kidded and teased each other among the "normal" stuff. It was very easy being with her after our bedroom Olympics. Of course, it had always been easy to be with her. When we finished the meal, we put the dishes into the dishwasher and I sat on the couch and turned on the television looking for a movie. She asked if I had any x-rated movies, and I answered truthfully in the negative. "Too bad," she said. "It might have helped you to recharge faster." While saying this she lifted her legs and dropped them in my lap. I just smiled as I began to massage her lower legs. It didn't take me long to move farther up her legs and include her thighs into the massage. I must admit, though, that the farther up that I moved, the more sensuous I tried to make it for her. 

When I was but a fly's whisker away from the juncture of her legs, I was no longer massaging, I was just making skin contact in rubbing her inner thighs. I know that she was enjoying my manipulations because she was giving me soft mmm's and ah's. As I gained the prize, I could feel the slightly crusted hairs around her slit. I asked her if she wanted a shower before things progressed any further and she asked if I thought that she needed one. "Not really," I said, "I just thought that with our past activity, you might be a little put off if we continued." "No, I think it's more sexy that way." How could I argue? I agreed with her. 

So I kept reaching for her prize and when I found it, I began a soft, slow petting of her outer lips. I stayed on the outside because I was afraid that she may be a little sore and I wanted to build her desire slowly. It worked brilliantly because the more she got into it, the more her legs spread. Soon I was sliding in her natural lubrication. I then slid in to her inner lips and along the opening to her mushy pussy. It never ceases to amaze me how wet and yielding the portal to a woman is when she is excited. I didn't push inside her, though; I continued to play with her inner lips. Kerrie's lips were small and thin, not big, floppy, fleshy lips. They went well with her smallish breasts and nipples. I've never thought of myself as a connoisseur of the female pudenda but I do know what turns me on. Kerrie turned me on big time. She was pretty, had a GREAT body type and I loved her individual parts as much as the whole of her. She was a rare combination for me to appreciate, as a whole as well as the parts. I thought this as I played with her. Then I just fell sideways and right into her muffin and began to lick her entire slit, concentrating on no one part, yet. She started humping at my mouth, still mmm'ing and ah'ing. I broke the spell by asking her if there was anything that she wanted me to do. She thought for a moment while I kissed her opening with light flicks of my tongue. "Yeah, there is but I'm not sure if you'll want to." "Tell me and it's yours Kerrie." "I'd like you to lay on your back and let me straddle your head." I didn't hesitate. I moved off of her and she also didn't hesitate in moving over my face with her sloppy cooze. She started right away by sliding her pussy all over my mouth. I let my tongue free to help her and she found it with her clit. It didn't take her long to stiffen with her orgasm and I continued to lave her clit. When I thought that she finished her cum, I went back to her entrance and continued to kiss and lick for a few minutes. I wanted to keep her close to another orgasm but not so close that it would happen immediately. I wanted her to feel another slow buildup. She rocked her hips along my tongue until I thought that she was just about there and then I sucked her clit into my mouth while I ran my tongue around, up and down and over her little button fast. This caused her to spill the juice once more, intensely, as it seemed. She froze, went rigid and almost pulled the hair from the sides of my head. When she relaxed somewhat, I released her clit and gave her those butterfly kisses on her entire slit until she slumped over me and slid down until we were at eye level. I let her catch her breath and when she did I told her to kiss me and taste the fruits of our labor. She didn't hesitate this time. She first licked my lips until they were cleaned of her juices. Then she initiated a deep, wet, long kiss that had my head spinning from knowing that she was not only tasting herself, she was trying to get as much as she could. 

After she broke the kiss, she just hugged me and held her head alongside of mine. Shortly, I regained my senses and she did as well. She seemed to be sated for the moment. I then began to maneuver my lower body until my cock was touching her pussy lips. "I don't think that I can take you inside of me any more today. I'm still kind of sore," she said in anticipation of my need. "That's ok. I didn't think that you'd be able to take me inside. I just want to slide inside of your lips so that I can coat my pecker in your juices." "Now it's my turn to ask you what you want me to do." "Soak me in your cum and then suck me off. I want to cum all over your tongue, lips and chin," was all I could manage to vocalize. "Ok, then let's change places," she said. As we did, she grabbed a couple of the throw pillows to put behind her head. This had the effect of raising her head and allowed her to be more at an angle where she was looking at my dick than if she was flat. She further explained, "I love the feeling of you cum dripping off of my chin onto my breasts and chest. It's just so erotic to me."

I didn't say anything more as I offered my cock to her. Kerrie didn't hesitate and took me inside. She began to suck lightly while she licked at the head. I let her have her way for the moment. After she had me panting, I began to slide in and out of her mouth. She allowed me to move back and forth across her tongue but kept up the suction. I watched her lips and saw her cheeks hollow as I slid back on the outward stroke. She had learned the trick of keeping me from going too far into her mouth and making her gag. Her fist was holding me at the depth that she wanted. I felt a sense of pride that she'd learned well. Although she wasn't touching my balls, I was ready to cum. I didn't want to tell her, though. I wanted to see 1) if she could handle it and 2) what she would do when I started to spurt in her mouth without warning. As I started to cum, she got startled a little but took my first spurt on her tongue. Then she pulled me from her mouth and rubbed my dick across her lips as I continued to erupt. Back and forth she rubbed as I continued to shoot my cum. I watched as the juice dribbled off of her lips, down her chin, onto her upper chest and flow down to her tits then towards her sides. I didn't wait. I immediately began to massage the wet warmth into the skin of her chest, breasts and perfect nipples. When I was finished gushing on her lips, she used my dick head to massage my discharge into her lips and tongue. What was left on her chin, she wiped up with my dick and fed it into her mouth where she sucked it off using just her lips. As she was doing that, I thought she was going to either make me cum again or suck the knob off of my cock. I collapsed onto her while she was trying to suck my internal organs through my dick. I had to forcibly remove myself from her mouth. As I lay atop her, I thought I could feel my prostate pulsing in a vain attempt to cum again.

When I was able to get my wits about me again, I saw Kerrie licking her lips. "Christ, Kerrie, I thought that you were trying to suck my life force through the piss hole in my dick," I said. She giggled and said, "I'm sorry but I was trying to get as much cum from you that I could." Her lips and chin were still shiny with my discharge. "More suction doesn't mean that you'll get more juice," I told her. "You didn't like it?" she asked. "No, it's not that," I said. "I loved it. I've never felt sensations like that. I just got worried for a second. I just don't want my obituary to read that I was found inside out." That got a big laugh out of her. 

"This time I think that I'll need the rest of the night to recharge. So let's just lay here for a while and savor the feelings, ok?" She seemed to be reluctant to cease our activity but was a good sport about it. As it turned out it was after nine o'clock. We lay there for a short time and then we rose to "clean up" a bit. At about eleven o'clock I told her that I wanted to go to bed....to sleep. Kerrie dressed to go home and as I walked her to the door, she turned around and planted a kiss on my lips while she fondled my genitals. Then she dropped to her knees and gave me a "goodnight" blowjob, as she called it. This was a fast, no nonsense, no frills suck. I didn't think that I had anything more to give but she surprised me when I gave a few weak throbs and squirted into her mouth. She rose quickly, swallowed my offering and leaned in to kiss me deeply. I returned her kiss with all that I had. As she crossed the threshold she half turned and said, "Sleep well cause you're going to need the rest. I want to keep those balls of yours as empty as I can. And if I can't then we'll find someone who can help me keep you that way." All I could do in answer was to groan while she giggled her way down the hallway. My second to last thought when she reached her doorway and fished her key from her bag was that she had told me that she didn't have her key. My last thought was that she didn't need any help keeping my pipes clean, and what did she mean by that remark?