The Little Fat Fairy and the Fucking Fungus
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It was over a month after our cabin destruction before I heard from Julia again.
I prowled the same message board, continued to show myself masturbating on Chaturbate on an irregular basis. A somewhat predictable mix of British MILF’s, older men masturbating while their wives were asleep, genuine gay admirers and young women looking for daddy populated my porn chat world.
When Julia did reappear…it was by way of a modest photo posted to fet life……a picture of herself in a plaid shirt…open at the neck …showing a tiny amount of cleavage and a tiny shy smile accompanied by a short caption: ”Thanks Daddy”.
As always …I waited for her to contact me directly. A week later I got a private message…explaining in greater detail how much she had enjoyed our previous “date” (her word), and just a hint of regret that the cabin was no longer available because of the damage we had caused.
Knowing my phobia about violating the sanctity of the home (as I perversely would continue to otherwise violate my marriage vows) she offered to host me at her place. “Daddy …I hope you understand I can’t afford a nice place working at “Go-berry”. This weekend her three roommates would be away…a rare event.
Her apartment was conveniently only a short walk from my house. After being “buzzed in” on the ground floor entry…I climbed the stairs to the third floor, Julia was waiting for me on the third floor landing with the door open to her apartment.
Her usual shy tiny smile replaced by a big grin….”Hello Daddy!....sorry you had to climb soooo many stairs” she giggled….she knew I was proud of being in good enough shape to climb those stairs without being visibly short of breath….my vanity.
I was carrying a few more pounds than I had years ago when (weirdly) my wife and I had EXACTLY the same apartment. Then I could carry my new bride all the way in my arms without TOO much distress….these days I was thrilled to climb unburdened.
I had not been in that place since we moved into the home we still occupied…just down the street. In its essentials it had not changed much…renovated with new wiring, heating and kitchen…the walls repaired but the dark wood trim was the same and the layout familiar…the one bedroom now used for three young people instead of a new couple…Julia had her bed in the living room. Her bed (futon) also doubled as the apartment’s couch.
I gave her a hug after we entered the apartment and she closed the door. It was not a “fatherly hug”…and neither was the kiss …we had dispensed with the pretense that all that brought us together was lust…we were genuinely fond of each other...
Still she was eager to get to the point of the visit: “Daddy…I hope I can thank you for the amazing time we had last time were together.” She offered me a place on the couch…but she remained standing…smiling broadly...
She looked dreamily into my eyes…body swaying to a tune she was hearing in her head. Gone was the plaid shirt, jeans and hiking boots she sported in our previous meeting…this was purely indoor wear, sandals on her otherwise bare feet…a long light blue skirt that extended well below her knees and an untucked silk blouse covering her braless torso..
Julia’s smile was dazzling, hypnotic…unlike the last time she WAS THE ONE IN CONTROL…AND REVELING IN THE KNOWLEDGE…
“I so enjoy you being happy Daddy….” She whispered…so softly I barely understood her words. “I always want the best for you darling” I replied. It was becoming clear that there would not be a lot a dialogue this afternoon…communication would not be through words…subtle action, hints and not so subtle behavior would be the rule.
Julia proceeded to dance for me…I don’t think it was planned…there was no music…just an activity that came spontaneously. She was deep in some erotic zone…her long nipples already erect…straining against the nearly sheer fabric of her blouse…
The soft ness of the performance had me so enthralled that I had to remind myself to breathe. Julia’s own breaths came deeply…powerfully... as though the air she inhaled fueled her passion…her passion... (I found incredible) for ME!
This realization, that there before me was a young woman…who for the moment at least…had a very narrow universe…there were only the two of us…
“Daddy”…only the one word…breathed out rather than spoken…at his she touched herself...Fleetingly...Between her legs…but her hands did not linger there…with both hands she caressed her erect nipples…and proceeded to gently as though with butterfly wings caress her entire body..
Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids heavy…but her eyes almost sleepy still focused on me..
“Pa” she gasped. As she touched her inner thigh…startling herself…her lids flew open…she was invoking her own father…this realization unsettling her for a moment…also giving me pause…is she in a self-induced trance? Seeing all the father figures of her life?
“Mr. Zuli! A groan…who was this...a past teacher? “Mr. Zuli” more emphatic…and her dancing became less dreamy…more flagrantly erotic. The pelvic thrusts were both disturbing and arousing…she turned away from me and rolled her hips…her ass amazingly mobile beneath her skirt.
Form this point on there were no more names…no distinguishable words. The dance became chaotic…random stamping. Pelvic thrusts…bending over at the waist…in the process her blouse “disappeared…fell off…I did not see how it happened …one moment and her breasts were bare…
Her torso had a sheen of sweat….her nipples like little fingers grossly out of scale with her tiny boobs… her eyes were now regularly rolling back in her head…her mouth a sneer…a leer…????saliva…wetting her lips…her tongue flicking out like a serpent……As I watched her face hypnotized…her skirt …vanished…I guess it ended up behind me on the couch…I did not catch it in flight…
Her sex was wet …swollen…her clit engorged. Protruded proudly from her nether lips…her dance became even more passionate.. strenuous…she was breathing very heavily…rivers of sweat poured down the crack of her muscular ass cheeks…
A slight woman…with unusual strength…she pulled me off the couch…revealing to herself the giant tent in my pants…and the wet spot at the peak of the tent. She looked at me as the victor …of an erotic battle…a battle at whose commencement I had to surrender.
With surprising swiftness she removed my shirt and ripped with her teeth my ratty old “wife beater” She rubbed her sweaty torso against my hairy chest…deliberately poking her prominent nipples against my puny ones…
She fell to her knees …continuing to sway…undid and discarded my belt…unbuttoned my jeans …and unzipped me with her teeth..
As my jeans fell to my ankles…I kicked them way….my boxers were soaked …she stepped back…her eyes focused …(?) on mine…her hand frantically rubbing her sloppy wet slit…From that position she launched herself as a leopard on it prey…startled I was barely able to contain my fall to the floor…
She straddled my body…as we inelegantly copulated…a tangle of limbs…her left hand capturing my erect cock…rubbing it on her clit…wetting her sopping cunt with even more lubricant …this time my precum. I have rarely experienced such a wet open cunt…maybe a little too open….or maybe my rigid dick was not as stiff as her desire required…after she slammed her pussy against my public bone a few dozen times…Mr. phallus…slipped out…
Instead of being disappointed Julia seized (literally she did seize) THE OPPURTUNITY (if you can call my semi flaccid appendage an opportunity) and guided Mr. Phallus into a tighter aperture…where upon Mr. Phallus became Sir Cock!
Julia’s fondness for anal sex took her over the top several times…before Sir Cock…responded with his final act of the afternoon…a gigantic spurting cumshot…
Sweaty and depleted we both dozed off on that floor …two hundred pounds of hairy old man entwined…in some places stuck to…a petite…slim young woman….
Julia and I eventually emerged from our slumber…to the sound of a key turning in the door of her apartment…at least one of the roommates had returned.
It was over a month after our cabin destruction before I heard from Julia again.
I prowled the same message board, continued to show myself masturbating on Chaturbate on an irregular basis. A somewhat predictable mix of British MILF’s, older men masturbating while their wives were asleep, genuine gay admirers and young women looking for daddy populated my porn chat world.
When Julia did reappear…it was by way of a modest photo posted to fet life……a picture of herself in a plaid shirt…open at the neck …showing a tiny amount of cleavage and a tiny shy smile accompanied by a short caption: ”Thanks Daddy”.
As always …I waited for her to contact me directly. A week later I got a private message…explaining in greater detail how much she had enjoyed our previous “date” (her word), and just a hint of regret that the cabin was no longer available because of the damage we had caused.
Knowing my phobia about violating the sanctity of the home (as I perversely would continue to otherwise violate my marriage vows) she offered to host me at her place. “Daddy …I hope you understand I can’t afford a nice place working at “Go-berry”. This weekend her three roommates would be away…a rare event.
Her apartment was conveniently only a short walk from my house. After being “buzzed in” on the ground floor entry…I climbed the stairs to the third floor, Julia was waiting for me on the third floor landing with the door open to her apartment.
Her usual shy tiny smile replaced by a big grin….”Hello Daddy!....sorry you had to climb soooo many stairs” she giggled….she knew I was proud of being in good enough shape to climb those stairs without being visibly short of breath….my vanity.
I was carrying a few more pounds than I had years ago when (weirdly) my wife and I had EXACTLY the same apartment. Then I could carry my new bride all the way in my arms without TOO much distress….these days I was thrilled to climb unburdened.
I had not been in that place since we moved into the home we still occupied…just down the street. In its essentials it had not changed much…renovated with new wiring, heating and kitchen…the walls repaired but the dark wood trim was the same and the layout familiar…the one bedroom now used for three young people instead of a new couple…Julia had her bed in the living room. Her bed (futon) also doubled as the apartment’s couch.
I gave her a hug after we entered the apartment and she closed the door. It was not a “fatherly hug”…and neither was the kiss …we had dispensed with the pretense that all that brought us together was lust…we were genuinely fond of each other...
Still she was eager to get to the point of the visit: “Daddy…I hope I can thank you for the amazing time we had last time were together.” She offered me a place on the couch…but she remained standing…smiling broadly...
She looked dreamily into my eyes…body swaying to a tune she was hearing in her head. Gone was the plaid shirt, jeans and hiking boots she sported in our previous meeting…this was purely indoor wear, sandals on her otherwise bare feet…a long light blue skirt that extended well below her knees and an untucked silk blouse covering her braless torso..
Julia’s smile was dazzling, hypnotic…unlike the last time she WAS THE ONE IN CONTROL…AND REVELING IN THE KNOWLEDGE…
“I so enjoy you being happy Daddy….” She whispered…so softly I barely understood her words. “I always want the best for you darling” I replied. It was becoming clear that there would not be a lot a dialogue this afternoon…communication would not be through words…subtle action, hints and not so subtle behavior would be the rule.
Julia proceeded to dance for me…I don’t think it was planned…there was no music…just an activity that came spontaneously. She was deep in some erotic zone…her long nipples already erect…straining against the nearly sheer fabric of her blouse…
The soft ness of the performance had me so enthralled that I had to remind myself to breathe. Julia’s own breaths came deeply…powerfully... as though the air she inhaled fueled her passion…her passion... (I found incredible) for ME!
This realization, that there before me was a young woman…who for the moment at least…had a very narrow universe…there were only the two of us…
“Daddy”…only the one word…breathed out rather than spoken…at his she touched herself...Fleetingly...Between her legs…but her hands did not linger there…with both hands she caressed her erect nipples…and proceeded to gently as though with butterfly wings caress her entire body..
Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids heavy…but her eyes almost sleepy still focused on me..
“Pa” she gasped. As she touched her inner thigh…startling herself…her lids flew open…she was invoking her own father…this realization unsettling her for a moment…also giving me pause…is she in a self-induced trance? Seeing all the father figures of her life?
“Mr. Zuli! A groan…who was this...a past teacher? “Mr. Zuli” more emphatic…and her dancing became less dreamy…more flagrantly erotic. The pelvic thrusts were both disturbing and arousing…she turned away from me and rolled her hips…her ass amazingly mobile beneath her skirt.
Form this point on there were no more names…no distinguishable words. The dance became chaotic…random stamping. Pelvic thrusts…bending over at the waist…in the process her blouse “disappeared…fell off…I did not see how it happened …one moment and her breasts were bare…
Her torso had a sheen of sweat….her nipples like little fingers grossly out of scale with her tiny boobs… her eyes were now regularly rolling back in her head…her mouth a sneer…a leer…????saliva…wetting her lips…her tongue flicking out like a serpent……As I watched her face hypnotized…her skirt …vanished…I guess it ended up behind me on the couch…I did not catch it in flight…
Her sex was wet …swollen…her clit engorged. Protruded proudly from her nether lips…her dance became even more passionate.. strenuous…she was breathing very heavily…rivers of sweat poured down the crack of her muscular ass cheeks…
A slight woman…with unusual strength…she pulled me off the couch…revealing to herself the giant tent in my pants…and the wet spot at the peak of the tent. She looked at me as the victor …of an erotic battle…a battle at whose commencement I had to surrender.
With surprising swiftness she removed my shirt and ripped with her teeth my ratty old “wife beater” She rubbed her sweaty torso against my hairy chest…deliberately poking her prominent nipples against my puny ones…
She fell to her knees …continuing to sway…undid and discarded my belt…unbuttoned my jeans …and unzipped me with her teeth..
As my jeans fell to my ankles…I kicked them way….my boxers were soaked …she stepped back…her eyes focused …(?) on mine…her hand frantically rubbing her sloppy wet slit…From that position she launched herself as a leopard on it prey…startled I was barely able to contain my fall to the floor…
She straddled my body…as we inelegantly copulated…a tangle of limbs…her left hand capturing my erect cock…rubbing it on her clit…wetting her sopping cunt with even more lubricant …this time my precum. I have rarely experienced such a wet open cunt…maybe a little too open….or maybe my rigid dick was not as stiff as her desire required…after she slammed her pussy against my public bone a few dozen times…Mr. phallus…slipped out…
Instead of being disappointed Julia seized (literally she did seize) THE OPPURTUNITY (if you can call my semi flaccid appendage an opportunity) and guided Mr. Phallus into a tighter aperture…where upon Mr. Phallus became Sir Cock!
Julia’s fondness for anal sex took her over the top several times…before Sir Cock…responded with his final act of the afternoon…a gigantic spurting cumshot…
Sweaty and depleted we both dozed off on that floor …two hundred pounds of hairy old man entwined…in some places stuck to…a petite…slim young woman….
Julia and I eventually emerged from our slumber…to the sound of a key turning in the door of her apartment…at least one of the roommates had returned.
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