A Very Sweet 16
16 tales of hardcore erotica
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Back Seat Driver (available only in this Special Edition)
“You won’t regret it dad,” Tiffany said happily. “Taylor is going to really be helpful.”
My college-age daughter, Tiffany, was speaking of her friend, Taylor. Tiff was headed to New York on some sponsored tour for her college volleyball team, leaving her good friend and me behind while Tiff and her teammates were to be gone for three months on some promotional east coast tour put on by an energy drink company.
In the meantime, Tiff had suggested that I hire someone to help take care of “domestic” stuff while she was gone. Or, more accurately, that I hire her very good friend. Jobs in the area were scarce this year more than ever and Taylor needed to make some money to help with her own school expenses. I initially argued with Tiff that I was fully able to take care of myself while she was gone, but Tiff pressed that my hiring Taylor took care of two of her greatest concerns; her father and her best friend.
So, where did this persistent need for Tiffany to run things come from? Ever since her mom, my wife, bailed out on us for some guy she met on-line, Tiff had taken on the chores of being the lady of the house. And, now that she was the “mom” of the house, Tiff felt that it was her duty to keep things in shape for us – okay, me – while she was gone.
I didn’t take my wife’s sudden up-and-leaving very well, so Tiffany got very protective of me after her mom flaked on us and she took it upon herself to take care of me and the home. Housekeeping, cooking and shopping became her chosen domestic obligations.
“Fine, fine,” I said, knowing full well when to just quit arguing with Tiff and let her have her way on things. “Taylor can take care of the house for me while you’re gone. I’ll just go hide in the corner at the end of my chain like a good little kept dad.”
In a lot of ways I didn’t want anyone taking care of things while Tiff was gone. Her east coast trip was going to be a bit of a vacation for me where I could make some of my own decisions on living, dining and, with luck, dating. Although she didn’t think I knew it, monitoring the behaviors of less-scrupulous women in our town who might try to take advantage of her heartbroken dad became a duty that Tiff took very, very seriously.
The problem with that was that I hadn’t gotten laid in two months. Maybe three. Hell, I’d lost track. Let’s just say that I was fucking frustrated.
I took Tiff to the airport the next morning and saw her off, then headed on to work. I understood that Taylor had a car, a key to the house, and instructions from Tiffany on what needed to be done and how my daughter wanted it done. I went on with my work day and didn’t think anything of it.
When I came home, the place looked perfect. Everything was done as well as Tiffany would to things; clean and spotless. Maybe even more so because Tiff still had to devote some time to her studies. Taylor, I understood, didn’t have any school obligations at this time, so apparently she was able to put maximum effort into caring for the home.
“Does it look all right?” Taylor said as she walked out from the kitchen.
“Everything looks great –”
My words caught in my throat as I saw Taylor standing there in a bikini, cooking mitts on her hands.
“Wh- what are you doing?” I stammered, flabbergasted by the sight of the sweet-faced, auburn-haired, bikini-clad young lady with oven mitts, and strangely excited because she was incredibly sexy; sexier than I remembered of any time I had ever seen her.
Taylor had a soft, beautiful body, not as tight and taut as a model perhaps, but one that was well complimented by the bikini that showed off her supple curves. The white fabric contrasting with her nicely tanned skin was an added visual highlight.
Looking more closely, Taylor had very nice, round breasts on her chest and I could actually make out the shape of her aureole surrounding the nipples that were poking out through the swimsuit fabric. Likewise, the clingy bottom piece hinted at another treasure as it followed the fold between her legs, creating a camel-toe look that meant Taylor shaved far more than her bikini bottoms required of her.
“Is there something wrong?” Taylor asked through her full, pouty, pink lips.
“Uh, no! No. Not at all,” I said, trying to shake my rather impure thoughts from my sex-starved mind and hoping that I wasn’t drooling like a fool. “No, I just kind of wondered… why you’d be cooking in a bikini. I’d hate to think of you burning something… important.”
“I have mitts on,” Taylor said, almost sounding a little airheaded.
“Your hands will be safe,” I acknowledged, “but it’d be a shame to damage anything else on that sweet body of yours.”
“What did you say?” Taylor asked.
“Uh, that I didn’t want you getting burned,” I said, realizing my Freudian slip.
“Did you say that I have a sweet body?” she asked, probing me with her huge green eyes.
“Uh… yeah,” I said, surely breaking out in a sweat. “I didn’t mean to sound so forward. You have a… very nice body. You’ve become quite an attractive adult over the years. Uh, not that you ever didn’t look pretty before.”
Taylor laughed hard enough to make her perfect tits bounce on her chest, which didn’t help things one bit.
“I’m not doing a very good job of digging myself out of this hole, am I?” I asked, feeling completely embarrassed.
“That’s okay,” she replied sweetly. “I’m glad you like my body.”
Hell, what man wouldn’t? Thank goodness Taylor took my response as a compliment and not as the ravings of a lecherous old man. Which, in my case, was both.
“So, what are you baking?” I asked, trying to change the subject and because I was actually getting as hungry as I was horny.
“Tiff said you liked meat loaf, so I thought I’d try to make you meat loaf!” she said gaily.
I resisted telling the little cutie that my meat wasn’t even close to loafing at the moment.
“It’s just about done,” she said. “Do you want me to bring you a beer?”
I had to pinch myself at that moment. Try to see it from my perspective: I had a sexy, young but legal-aged tanned hottie in a tight, curve-hugging bikini cooking me dinner and offering me a beer. She could serve me a deep-fried tennis shoe right now and I’d wolf it down.
I took the offered beer and sat down on my couch for a moment to check out my mail as Taylor puttered about setting the table and getting food ready to serve. She then called me to the table while she went to “dress for dinner”.
I walked to the dining room to find two place settings across from one another, a decently cooked meatloaf and some fried potatoes between them, and another cold can of beer awaiting my arrival. As I took my seat Taylor bounced in, literally, and took the seat across from me. Her idea of dressing for dinner? A rust red t-shirt that read across the chest, “A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.”
I didn’t know for sure whether or not her moves were intentional, but, Christ, it was gonna be hard – again, literally – to sit across the table from this hot little vixen.
We chatted over dinner, which was actually quite good. More accurately, Taylor did the chatting. I was content to just eat and listen to her rattle on and watch her animatedly talk about whatever passed through that pretty head of hers. Her hair flew wildly as she talked and gestured and her breasts bounced freely under her provocative shirt.
It was then that I noticed that she had apparently taken off her bikini top before she changed into the shirt. God, she had to know what she was doing to me by now. Worse yet, it had to be intentional, too.
I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on eating dinner and listening to the pretty livewire that, I had to remind myself, was the same age as my daughter. When the meal was complete and the second beer in me, I was feeling fed, relaxed, and very, very horny.
Still nattering on about God-knows-what, Taylor got up from the table and started to clear it. She told me that I could go in and watch some television or whatever, but I was feeling quite entertained just watching move about as she went back and forth between the table and the sink, cleaning things up while still chatting aimlessly, almost nervously.
Then came the move that changed it all.
Taylor opened the cupboard and reached up to a high shelf to put something away. The shirt was long enough to cover her butt while she was moving all about, but once she stretched her arms over her head to reach the upper shelf the shirt came up and revealed a beautiful bare ass highlighted by the bronze tan line, the skin of her butt nearly as white as the bikini bottoms that were no longer there.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I got up from the table and walked up behind the sexy young woman. “Taylor,” I said.
She spun around in surprise and faced me, her beautiful green doe-eyes looking up at me.
“Yes, sir?” she asked innocently.
“Taylor, you’ve gotta know what you’re doing to me,” I said. “The food, the beer, and you running around one step from naked… you should probably leave before I do something stupid.”
“Like what?” she asked again with the same child-like innocence.
“Like forget that you’re a friend of my daughter’s and drag you into my bedroom,” I replied.
Taylor took a deep breath and then reached her arms up and wrapped them around my neck. “Please do something stupid,” she said as she tilted her face up and kissed me square on my lips.
It was wrong, but it was so right. I bent over and reached down, scooping my young seductress up in my arms and carrying back to my bedroom where the covers were already down, candles were burning, and Taylor’s white bikini hung from the bedpost. I set her on the bed and looked down at her, wanting her so much.
“I’m a little out of practice,” I said. “I don’t wanna disappoint…”
“I don’t think I could be disappointed by you at all,” she said sweetly as she pulled the t-shirt off over her head, revealing a young body like I had only seen in men’s magazines.
It was young, supple and erotically stunning. The contrast of her pale, natural skin to her bronzed shin with its distinct tan lines simply highlighted her beautiful features and made them seem even more enticing. But the view of Taylor’s cleanly shaven sex barely tucked at the ‘Y’ of her silky thighs was enough to make a man cum from sight alone.
“This isn’t going to be a charity fuck, is it?” I asked, not really caring if it was or not.
“Nothing could be further from the truth,” she said as she slid towards me to the edge of my bed. “I’ve thought you were a sexy man for so long, I just didn’t know how to seduce you.”
“Well, you did a damn good job of that,” I said, still shaking all over with excitement as Taylor began to undo my pants and before I knew it had them open and was brazenly reaching in and pulling my thickening prick out of my underwear. She started slowly jacking my dick, quickly bringing my member to full hardness with only a few strokes.
“You are the stuff of dreams, Taylor,” I said, breathing hard already.
“Thank you,” she replied, almost shyly, “but why have dreams when you can have the real thing?”
Taylor now had my cock rock hard, harder than I could recall it being for a very long time. She moved her hand to the base of my dick as she parted her full, pink lips and fed me into her mouth. I shivered from the sheer suddenness of heat that radiated through my shaft as she held onto the base of my meat and guided me slowly in and out of her mouth; almost tortuously slow.
“Jesus, that’s so good,” I sighed.
Taylor answered with a positive “Mmm-hmm”, the vibration of her response adding to the sensitivity of my cock in her hot, young mouth. She changed her technique slightly, trying to take my tool even further into her mouth but she gagged herself slightly when she pushed my meat to the back of her throat. Now knowing her limits, Taylor turned her attentions to just sucking me and not trying to deep-throat me. Still, I had to admire her for trying. Instead, Taylor progressively bobbed her head back and forth with greater speed and intensity making me shake all over.
“My God,” I croaked, “I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer!”
Taylor stopped her sucking and pulled her mouth away, wiping any traces of saliva from her mouth.
“I’m sorry, I got a little excited,” she whispered with a little girlish giggle. “You can cum in my mouth if you want.”
She sucks cock and says it’s okay to cum in her mouth? Did I just die and go to heaven?
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I just don’t want it to be over too soon.”
“Okay,” she said simply as she slid herself back onto my bed and laid her head on my pillow in a pose that again reinforced I was living every man’s dream.
I stripped myself of my clothes under Taylor’s studious gaze, then stood upright again.
“You look good naked,” Taylor said, the flash in her eyes genuine. She smiled and spread her legs for me. “Please make love to me.”
“First things first,” I said as I crawled onto the bed and settled my body between Taylor's legs, staring into her hairless, waiting sex, so smooth that it had to have been shaven but minute earlier, I’d swear. I gently pushed apart her flesh and finally revealed the beauty within as her labia separated, helped by her growing wetness. I soon had a view of her waiting love tunnel.
“Does it look… okay?” Taylor asked with a touch of anxiety in her voice.
“It looks like heaven’s gate, Taylor,” I said as I lowered my face to her warm snatch.
Taylor’s vaginal scent was slightly musky, but with a hint of something almost floral. I eased forward and placed my mouth within her steamy heat and gently probed with my tongue, licking all about her swollen labia and lapping up the sweet traces of her juices.
“Ohhh, yesss,” she purred.
I progressively increased the pressure of my oral play, feeling Taylor’s responses increase along with it. Like she had done for me earlier, I upped the tempo of my licking and sucking on her sensitive pussy lips and the increased depth of my tongue probing bit by bit, causing the young woman to squirm and writhe beneath me. Just when Taylor seemed to accommodate my oral play I changed-up and drove my face hard into her yummy cunt and licked and slurped and sucked and swallowed and probed for more of her with my tongue while eagerly smearing my face with her juices.
"Oh, my God!" Taylor moaned with strained breath “Oh, my God!”
Moving my head slightly upwards until I could feel her bud-like protuberance fall into my lips, I then set my focus on sucking my little vixen’s rubbery clit until Taylor began to buck her hips, mashing her pubic mound hard into my welcoming face. Taylor grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets, grasping them tightly in her hands as she shook all over.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Taylor groaned in a sexual mantra. “I’m cumming!”
Taylor squealed and her young pussy let loose with a rush of juice that ran down my chin, She let go of the sheets and then grabbed my head in her hands, her writhing body smearing my face nearly to my ears with her slick fluids as she continued to hold my face firmly against her bare pussy until she nearly broke into convulsions. But Taylor’s young snatch tasted so sweet that I happily kept licking until she finally pushed my face away.
I sat up on my knees looking down at Taylor spread out on my bed, the inside of her thighs glistening with her juices and her mid-section rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her tits rocked back and forth on her chest as she fought for breath and her legs twitched slightly. I’d have been content just to have watched the erotic scene but it was clear that Taylor had other plans.
With a grunt of effort Taylor brought her knees up from around me and rolled over, pointing her ass in the air in front of me and giving me yet another view that I would sear into my mind for future masturbatory fantasies. Only now the reality had the fantasy beat hands-down!
“Please,” Taylor said softly, “make me yours.”
I crawled on my knees behind Taylor, my cock standing out before me like an arrow. I took hold of one of her hips to steady myself and used my other hand to guide me. The way that Taylor was still vibrating from her climax I probably had my choice of holes to penetrate, but I decided to go the easiest route for now and I nestled the head of my throbbing prick low into Taylor’s dripping love tunnel, feeling her moist heat literally drawing me in.
Taylor shuddered as I gradually eased my cock deeper into her drenched pussy, feeling it clamp around me as firmly as a virgin’s vagina the further I pushed my aching tool into her. Once I reached the hilt, she squealed slightly, and then let out a held breath once she was fully impaled upon my shaft. I took a soft hold of both of her hips and began to slide in and out of her heated cunt with motions as slow and steady as she had given my cock with her mouth only minutes earlier. I pulled just to the edge of falling from her sweet tunnel and then pushed my dick slowly back into her as deeply as I could.
“God, you feel huge!” she said, breathing hard.
“You feel amazing,” I replied, finding it hard to speak, so intense were the feelings her young body was giving me.
“Mmm, yes!” she moaned, her eyes closed and a smile across her gorgeous face.
Taylor looked so pure and honest. At that moment, I had no reason to believe that her making love to me was anything but genuine lust. I worked my cock in and out of her tight love nest with a patience I’d have never believed I could have managed under the circumstances. I was actually fucking this portrait of beauty, a living fantasy any man would die for. And she looked to be genuinely enjoying it.
“This is the longest anyone has lasted,” Taylor purred, the force of my fuck strokes pushing out her words “Boys cum too quick. This... mmm...”
“But, I don’t think I can hold back much longer,” I said shakily.
“Then don’t hold back!” she said. “Please don’t hold back!”
I wanted to continue to savor every bit of Taylor’s tender flesh, imprint the feeling of every stroke of my cock into her sweet, tight pussy into my memory. I admired the view of Taylor’s smooth, round ass; thrilled to the sight of watching my manhood disappear deeply into her.
“Cum for me, please,” Taylor pleaded.
I upped the tempo of my thrusts into Taylor’s velvet pussy, a little faster with each push, feeling the heat in me rise. Then Taylor started to meet my thrusts, pushing her ass backwards to me and quickening the pace of our fucking and driving my cock deeper into her as my balls swung wildly and slapped at her clit with each new hard pump.
“Now!” Taylor cried out. “Now!”
My self-control was gone and I was thrusting on autopilot, pounding my tool into Taylor’s spread cunt with an almost animalistic fervor.
“Oh, Jesus,” I moaned, “I’m cumming!”
I don’t know if I was even still alive, much less moving as every muscle within me seemed to turn to stone as my guts tightened and my body shook hard and I exploded deep into Taylor’s tight pussy, flooding her insides with my pent-up fluids.
“Yes! Yes!” Taylor cried out in joy my manhood burst with the strongest ejaculations my body had mustered in years. Still she pushed back into me, using her tight cunt to literally milk my pulsing cock of my seed until I could give no more and I rolled over and fell back onto my bed. Taylor turned around and snuggled her tender body up against me as I instinctively put my arm around her and pulled her close.
“You were… are… incredible, Taylor,” I croaked out between breaths.
“Funny, I was going to say the same about you,” she said as she snuggled her head into my chest. “You lived up to all I had hoped for.”
“What could you ever see in an old guy like me?” I asked as my body relaxed.
“Someone I could trust,” Taylor said simply as she stroked her fingers on my spent manhood. “Someone who would make as much effort for me as I was willing to make for him.”
“So I did okay, huh?” I said with a soft chuckle.
“Better than okay,” Taylor said. “I can’t wait to do this again. I want to watch your face next time when you cum.”
“That may not be for a while,” I said. “You flat drained me like I’ve never been drained before.”
“I can wait,” she said again.
“What about Tiffany?” I asked. “How do I – we – explain this to her?”
“We don’t have to explain it,” Taylor said as she got herself onto an elbow and looked at me, smiling. “Who do you think set this up?”
My cell phone was about to vibrate itself across the end table. I grabbed it and quickly checked the number – it was somewhat familiar but not one in my address book – and answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mr. J?” answered the voice on the other end. “It’s Jen.”
Jenny was my daughter Stephanie’s best friend since, well, forever.
“What’s up, kid?” I replied. “If you’re looking for Steph, she’s at her mom’s place.”
“Yeah, I know,” replied Jenny, sounding a little odd.
“You sound a little funny,” I asked, feeling concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Uh,” she said with a hint of fear in her voice. “I’m kinda stuck and I need your help.”
“Stuck? What, you mean your car?” I asked.
“Yeah. I was driving up to your place and kinda missed a turn and…” Jenny’s voice trailed off.
“Did you get in a wreck?” I pressed, worried for the girl who was like a second daughter to me.
“Yeah… no… I just kinda slid off the road and got stuck in a ditch,” she replied, now sounding more embarrassed than anything. “I mean, I feel, like, real stupid.”
“As long as you’re okay, we can deal with the car later,” I said as I reached over and peeked through the blinds at the softly drifting snow. “Right now it sounds like I need to come and get you. Where are you?”
She told me that she was just on this side of the convenience store off the 2-lane highway that passes near my property. Not too far; between a mile and a half to two miles from me was all, although that still had her about 10 miles out from her mom’s house. She said that her car wouldn’t start after it landed hard in the ditch.
“Okay, I’m coming to get you,” I said as I grabbed up my jacket and keys. “Stay in the car with your flashers on, but don’t get out for anybody unless it’s me or a sheriff, got it?”
“Yes, dad,” she replied with a touch of playful sarcasm. “But it’s getting real cold.”
“No doubt,” I said. “I’ll be there in about five minutes at the most.”
The snow was still lightly drifting when I closed up my place and walked out to my truck. It wasn’t really a winter storm, but it was still cold enough to be a threat to someone who got stuck out here, especially if they couldn’t keep their car running to use the heater.
I fired up my truck and started down the one-lane drive. The snow, lit by my headlights, danced in the light wind. I made it down the hill and to Jenny’s car in less than my promised 5 minutes since she wasn’t actually on the highway itself. She was on the private road that served the half-dozen houses built out here. Her little VW Jetta was off to the side of the semi-paved road with its emergency lights flashing, tilted oddly in relation to the plane of the road with its right front wheel stuck in a small gully that bordered the roadway.
I brought my truck up beside her car. I didn’t bother to put on my flashers since she wasn’t really on the main road. Even if she had been, traffic was almost non-existent out here, anyway. I got out of my truck and looked the situation over a bit, then walked to her door and tapped on the window. She rolled down her window when she recognized me.
“Hey, Mr. J!” she said sweetly; certainly more sweetly than she had sounded when she called me initially.
“Hey, Jen,” I replied. “It doesn’t look like you’ve damaged anything from here, but I don’t have anything to tow you out. Your car seems far enough off the road that it shouldn’t be a hazard, so let’s jump in my truck and get you home and we’ll take care of it later.”
“Oh, but I can’t go home!” Jenny said excitedly. “I mean, I was coming to your place to pick up some stuff of mine that I really need that Stephanie has.”
“And, of course, it was too important to wait until after Steph got back from her mom’s next week,” I said. “Whatever. Jump in the truck so we can run up the hill and get your stuff.”
Jenny climbed into my old truck from the driver’s side door and slid to the center of the bench seat and not all the way over. I climbed in and found her almost clinging to my side.
“It’s warm right here,” she said to my unasked question, visibly shivering. I cranked up the fan to blow out more hot air.
“How are your classes going?” I asked as I threw the truck in gear.
“Good. Really good!” she said animatedly.
“And your mom?” I asked. “How is she doing?”
“She told me to tell you hello,” Jenny replied. “Hello!”
We bounced up the road to my place, with Jenny bouncing against me more often than not. She was always very affectionate with me while growing up, treating me like something between a dad and a brother, never being shy about hugging me or giving me a kiss on the cheek. And I had watched her grow up alongside my daughter to become a very attractive young lady.
We made it back to my place pretty quick. Once in the driveway I shut off the truck. “Let’s get your stuff so we can get you home before your mom gets worried.”
“Oh, she’s not worried when she knows that I’m with you,” Jenny said gaily as she climbed out of the truck.
We went to the door, Jenny with her long red hair flying behind her and me in tow thinking her a little too giddy for some reason. Maybe she was just feeling relieved that everything was okay. I mean, she sounded real unhappy on the phone when she first called me.
Once we got in the house Jenny said she’d be right back with her stuff and ran upstairs to Stephanie’s room. I tossed my keys on the dining room table and looked through the mail I had set there earlier.
“Mr. J?” I heard Jenny call from up in Steph’s room. “Can you help me with something?”
“Yeah,” I replied rather absentmindedly as I looked over my cell phone bill. I tossed it on the table and walked up the short staircase to Steph’s room. As I walked in I said, “What’s the matter?”
Jenny was sitting on the edge of Stephanie’s bed. She had an uneasy, unsure look about her that immediately caught my attention.
“What’s up, kiddo?” I asked, concerned. “Can’t you find what you’re looking for?”
“I know what I’m looking for,” she replied, gazing at the floor, “but I need your help finding it.”
“Oh, hey… no prob,” I said. “What is it you’re looking for?”
Jenny stood up slowly from the bed. It was then that I noticed that she was wearing Stephanie’s blue bathrobe. And I only noticed it seconds before Jenny removed it and let it fall to the floor.
“You,” she said, simply and firmly.
Once the robe landed in a clump at her feet, Jenny, the now 18 year-old girl that I had watched grow from a chubby pigtailed 8 year-old with a gawky smile and freckles, was standing before me fully and unashamedly naked.
I was speechless. I mean 100 percent fucking unable to utter a sound. I knew that Jenny had developed into a curvy young woman, but seeing her standing naked before me I could see just how beautifully she had grown. She never got skinny like so many others; her body always had retained a voluptuous quality with soft, full hips and round, bouncy breasts. I actually found her very attractive as she reached adulthood.
And right about then the realization that I was actually looking at my daughter’s fully naked best friend – very literally in the flesh – hit me like a freight train.
“Jenny,” I croaked. “What in the hell?”
“I have felt something for you since I first started to get interested in boys,” Jenny said. “You have always been so nice to me and made me feel like a princess.”
“Well, because you always have been a princess to me, Jen.” I fought to find words while my body fought to let me know how desirable Jenny was. “You’ve always been special.”
“I want to be really special to you,” she said as she took slow, careful steps towards me, her trimmed, red-haired snatch demanding my gaze as she approached me. “I’ve been with other boys, but I tried to imagine they were you. I realized I wanted – needed – the real thing. And I came here tonight knowing that Steph was gone so I could seduce you.”
“Jenny,” I said, realizing that my resistance was quickly falling as her full breasts with their puffy pink nipples kept drawing my eyes to them, “are you really sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” she said as she stopped so close that I could feel her heat through my clothes. I’ve never felt so sure about anything before.”
Jenny raised her arms around my neck to draw my lips to hers, but I countered her move first, sweeping her naked form into my arms and kissing her hungrily. With my acceptance of the sweet young woman in my arms she pressed he body to mine, standing on her tiptoes as she crushed her generous breasts into my chest and ground her pelvis against my swelling crotch.
She broke from my embrace and took my hand, walking backwards towards my daughter’s bed and pulling me willingly along. Jenny was, in fact, seducing the closest thing she ever had to a father in the last 10 years.
Once she was seated before me, she started to slowly unbutton my pants, then pulled down slowly and enticingly on the zipper. She reached up and took both my pants and underwear into her grasp and slid them down my legs together. My engorged prick sprang out so strongly that it actually slapped Jenny in the chin.
“It’s better than I dreamed of,” she sighed, admiring my manhood for a few long moments before she kissed the head of my erection, making my body jerk involuntarily from the sensation and then parted her lips and sucked my meat in to her warm mouth.
“Sweet heaven,” I sighed in response.
“Mmm-hmm,” she happily hummed in reply, sending a vibration through my fortunate dick as she began to slowly blow my dick and my mind, teasingly riding her tongue perfectly along the underside of my cock while her lips helped maintain a firm suction.
Jenny kindly released me from her mouth before she would have taken me over the edge and interrupting what was sure to be the next wonderful of our taboo union as she looked into my eyes with want and smiled. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back as she reached between her legs and teased her pussy.
I took the unspoken clue and removed all of my clothes in a rush, almost as if fearing that she might change her mind. I crawled in bed expecting to take position over her delicious figure, but once my own body touched the mattress she pushed me onto my back and climbed over me.
“This is my show,” she said sinfully.
Smiling like a child with a new toy, she reached down and took hold of my hungry member and guided the head towards her steamy love nest while letting her pelvis lower almost teasingly closer little by little. I felt the head of my cock slide between her slick labia just so barely that I thought I might cum from sheer anticipation. Finally she gave my wanting a reprieve and worked my manhood into her incredibly slick tunnel of love.
Then with a smile that bordered on evil, she dropped her full weight on me and literally impaled herself on my steely shaft, letting out a shriek as she suddenly and eagerly took me balls deep in a split second.
We both remained still for a brief moment, and then Jenny started to ride me, using her thick but taught thighs to pump herself up and down on my while her generous tits rolled up and down on her voluptuous frame. I looked down at the intensely exciting vision of my 40 year old dick disappearing into her closely trimmed red-fur cunt when she bent over and locked her lips to mine once more in a tender kiss. Then Jenny’s tongue pushed against my lips encouraging me to suck her tender muscle into my mouth.
Jenny pulled away and again sat upright, once more driving herself hard onto my prick and taking me as deep as was humanly possible into her near-virgin pussy. I was finding myself closer to climax with each amazingly long stroke and knew I had better gain control over myself and my young, eager lover.
I raised myself as best I could and leaned to my left as I grabbed Jenny in my arms and rolled her onto her back. Jen’s muscular legs wrapped tightly around my waist, allowing me to maintain the incredibly deep penetration we had been enjoying. I thrust my hips hard into her amazingly wet cunt, driving my cock into her. She reached up with her strong arms and again drew my chest against her naked skin, mashing her soft but firm breasts and full nipples into my chest. Once more her lips found mine, just as the first waves of my climax shot through me.
Jenny was breathing hard into our French kiss as little guttural screams signaled that she was sharing our first orgasms together and cementing a union that could only be described as heaven blessed as my cock erupted and flooded her wanting pussy with my seed in a quantity I would have never thought possible. Jen’s body shuddered along with me, sending a massive vibration through my entire being along with hers until my weight came crashing upon her and we fought for breath.
Having finally regained our composure, Jenny and I were snuggled together under the covers of Stephanie’s bed.
“So, this whole trip, the car in the ditch, was so you could seduce me?” I asked.
“The accident was truly an accident,” she replied with a hint of embarrassment, “but everything else was planned for Stephanie’s trip to her mom’s.”
“Thank you,” I sighed.
“Thank my mom,” answered Jenny. “She helped me plan this whole – what did she call it? – snow job.”
I just about jumped out of the bed in surprise, but I was enjoying being close to Jen’s soft, supple body too much to consciously let go.
“Your mom?” I nearly shrieked. “She knows?”
“She’s known about my desire for you for years,” Jenny replied. “She’s got the hots for you, too, so don’t be surprised if she feels she can come on to you now, too.”
“And you’re okay with that?” I asked incredulously.
“She helped me seduce you so it’s only fair,” she replied. “As long as I get my share, I can live with it. I’ve waited too long for this.”
And in a way, I had waited too long, too.
Bill and Connie were most gracious in offering me the opportunity to stay with them for a couple days along my trip across the country. Their Las Vegas home was clean and nice, more a reflection on Connie than on my long-time friend, Bill. We didn’t really start out as friends; we were combatants that just kind of got thrown together by fate and chance.
Bill and I got to know each other when we used to race motocross in the early 80s. Neither of us could stake claim to stellar racing careers. We were Novice-class competitors that seemed to be equally matched to each other; we were both mid-pack runners that seemed to always find each other in the crowd of snarling bikes. The only problem was that, more often than not, we found each other on the track through competitive contact that took one or the other of us out of a race.
You’d think that such circumstances would serve to make us more enemies than friends. But the absurdity of our consistent on-track run-ins became something akin to a comedy act where some people were more surprised if we two clods didn’t take each other out. So, through no real fault of our own, Bill Dawson and I became known as “The Clod Couple”, and a friendship grew. Ironically, our moniker became even more fitting since Bill was a bit of a slob while I tried to maintain a neater lifestyle. So yeah, he got nicknamed “Oscar” and I got stuck with “Felix”.
Bill’s racing career was cut short by a serious leg injury sustained in a crash that I was thankfully not a part of. And my own career faded along with dwindling sponsorship dollars since I really just wasn’t that great a motocrosser. But with racing careers over, Bill and I remained friends even as miles grew between us as our lives went on.
Life had gone on very well for Bill because he found great wife in Connie and they had been blessed with a beautiful daughter. And I was not using the word ‘beautiful’ out of courtesy or kindness. The few times I had seen Sara in the past – about every other year – she was always real cute and sweet, and always affectionate with me, even playfully calling me “Uncle Felix”. But now just a couple weeks shy of nineteen, Sara was truly a beautiful young woman.
Sara was about 5’6”, with thick hair that was just a shade this side of raven black and hung just below her shoulders. Her dark eyes were large and almond-shaped, her nose small, and her lips full and seemingly always curved in a smile. She had developed a swimmer’s body from her time in the family pool that had progressed to state-wide aquatic competitions. Her body wasn’t skinny-lean, but was firm and fluid with a solid core and taut abs. Sara possessed swimmer’s thighs that were thick and muscular, growing from a firm but rounded butt and tapering down to well-defined calves and smooth feet. Her breasts weren’t large or pendulous, but were full and round.
As I mentioned, Sara had developed her athletic body through significant time spent in the water, and in the family pool in particular. And, given the desert warmth of Las Vegas, I was hanging around the pool along with the family. And in turn, Sara was hanging around me a lot.
Sara was insistent that I swim with her instead of lounging around the poolside with Bill and Connie. And once in the water I couldn’t seem to swim more than a few yards without Sara swimming up to me or crossing my path. She was as playful as I remembered her to be growing up, but now it was tinged with a kind of, I don’t know, hormonal flavor. Maybe it was I who was reading more into it than I should, but Sara’s moves, her motions, her very presence when near me seemed to ride a fine line between childlike playfulness and seduction.
The first day went just like that; Sara playing around and appearing to find little excuses to get close to me both in the water and out of the pool. Like when we were having dinner and Sara had to sit right next to me, touching my arm repeatedly as she talked excitedly to me, or while taking a drive down the strip to see the sights and sitting so close to me in the back seat that her thigh was pressing hard against mine and her hand kept landing on my leg, grasping my own thigh whenever she needed to draw my attention to another sight she wanted me to see. A couple times her near-spastic grasp just glanced at the head of my dick down my pants leg. Whether unintentional or not on Sara’s part, it was certainly having an effect on my libido.