Then Came Johnson Chapter 4: The Revelations Of Rachel free porn video

Continued from Chapter 3: Unexpected Treasure In A 55 Plus.

I absolutely cannot flipping believe this.  Never in a million years would I have even dreamed that I would be doing this. I'm standing in the shower letting my sexy and voluptuous daughter Rachel, deep throat my dick. The baby girl that I brought home from the hospital and doted over for twenty plus years is so adept at giving head, she could put any porn star to shame. Hell, she would be better off financially to drop out of college and star in porn videos; with her looks and talent, she would get filthy rich!

However, what we are now doing is so wrong on so many levels.

It's not like we are committing an incestuous act, but it certainly seems like it.  Her questionable paternity is irrelevant. I try to push her away, to say no, but my body responds only to her insatiable desires and not to my demands.

This must be what it feels like to be possessed.  From deep inside, my conscience cries out but is ignored. No matter how much I want too, I can't push her away, I can't tell her no, all I can do is stand here and allow her to bring me closer and closer to the edge of no return.  Surely a demon has taken control of my body. 

How did I get to this point? Maybe if I think of something else, a distraction of some sort, I might stop this…

Yes, that's it; I'll think about…..

The traffic on I-75 south heading out of the Tampa metro area was relatively light this morning.  This was a relief as I didn't have to stay absolutely focused on the road while driving the forty-five-foot-long motorhome.  Not having to concentrate allowed me the luxury of reminiscing of the events of the past nine days. 

First, there was Anna. 

The young widow that was fleeing from a lifetime of living a primitive lifestyle that most left behind a century ago.  She was born Amish, but fate brought us together when Anna was on her way to a new life in Florida. 

I only had two days and nights with her but would have married Anna in a heartbeat.  However, a life with the much younger woman was not meant to be as the young widow was determined to make her way in the modern world on her own. 

I booked a week in a local campground so I would be close by in case Anna called to say she wanted to be with me.

The first night without Anna was miserable, but the next day I met Olivia.

Oh.

My.

God.

Olivia.

Sex with Olivia was mind-blowing.  Perhaps I'm shallow, but after a few hours with Olivia, Anna was but a fond memory.

Olivia had inherited an "old Florida" type of campground.  One of those resorts that were the most popular places to camp back in its heyday forty-five to fifty years ago; but is now way past its prime.  Her resort was in bad need of major updates and repair, but environmental regulations and government red tape stood between Olivia and her plans.

Olivia is a strong outspoken woman.  A woman who goes after what she wants and gets it.  A woman who has an unquenchable appetite for sex.  The entire week I had with Olivia; I was in heaven.

Promising Olivia to stop by on my return northward, I headed down I-75 with the intentions of spending a week in Labelle. I hadn't got too far down the interstate when I received a call from my daughter Rachel who just happened to be in Saint Petersburg on spring break.

Under the pretense of having something important to discuss with me that couldn't wait; she begged me to turn around come to pick her up.

It was just this evening that Rachel poured each of us a drink of whiskey and spilled her guts about what was on her mind.  Her ‘revelations' was that for some time she had masturbated to fantasies of sex with me and had every intention of bringing that fantasy to reality. 

Of course like a good father I tried to point out to her that such an incestuous affair was highly taboo in our culture, but she countered with the argument that it wouldn't be incest as she was not my biological daughter. 

Learning that my late wife had an affair that resulted in the birth of a daughter who was not mine, was the second of Rachels revelations.  A revelation that hit me like a ton of bricks.

I'm not a whiskey drinker.  So the combination of Rachel's bourbon that I drank while hearing her confessions coupled with the stress of learning my wife had gone to the grave without telling me of her indiscretion was too much.  I had to get away and get my head together.

I went to my bedroom, shut the door behind me, stripped off and took a shower hoping the hot water would work its magic and relieve me of the pain my heart was feeling not to mention the numbness in my brain.

The hot shower and the whiskey worked in just a few minutes I was rapidly coming around to the fact that there was nothing I could do about the past but, rather the best thing to do was to move on.  Regardless of her paternity, Rachel would always be my baby girl.  Even though my baby girl now has a cute ass and gorgeous tits.

I closed my eyes and imagined how those tits with the huge nipples would look naked.  I wondered if her puss was waxed or does she have a neat little landing strip, a trimmed narrow strip of pubic hair.  I fantasized about the appearance of her vagina, would it be like her Mom's, meaty with big protruding inner lips or a coin slot type.

Like Rachel pointed out, just thinking about something that was taboo made it seem that much hotter; so much so I now had a raging hard-on.

My eyes still tightly closed, I started jacking off picturing in my mind Rachel's pussy, with big meaty lips and a hard conical clit peeking out from under its hood.

The sound of the shower door opening jerked me back to reality.  There standing in front of me was Rachel, my baby girl, naked from head to toe.  Her tits were like the words from that old song, ‘all her own sitting way up firm and high.'  Finally, I looked down and found her mons shaved delightfully bare.

Quickly Rachel ran her left hand behind my neck pulling my mouth to hers while with her right she grabbed my hard cock and continued stroking it where I left off.

WAIT A MINUTE!

What good does it do for me to try to think of other things in a herculean effort to escape reality when I start thinking of the very things I am trying to forget? I might as well quit torturing myself and just go with it and make the best of it...

Crushing those marvelous tits against my chest in a tight embrace, she kissed me passionately, rubbing her hard nipples over my chest while stroking my dick with a hunger created in her fantasies, night after night of dreaming of this moment.

Placing her palms flat on my chest she momentarily rubbed my nipples with her thumbs, then pushed away and dropped to her knees taking my cock in her mouth and going down all the way in one rapid motion in a desperate attempt to fill her burning needs and desires.

She worked me over so fast and hard that in moments I was shooting wad after wad of hot cum down her throat.  Relentlessly she continued sucking, licking, and working my cock for every last drop and then demanded more.  Only when it started going limp did she pull it out her mouth.

Rachel stood up, looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.  She turned the water off, opened the shower door and taking me by the hands, backed out of the shower with me in tow.

In a daze, I stood there while dried me off and watched Rachel dry her young, breathtaking and sensual body.

Wrapping one arm around my back and the other behind my head, she kissed me exploring my mouth thoroughly with her tongue.  When I felt the bed against the back of my legs, I realized that as we embraced and kissed she had been steering us toward the bed; upon which we fell, Rachel landing on top of me.

Pulling away from my mouth she kissed her way to my ear and whispered, "oh god please eat my pussy Daddy, it's so hot and wet, please."

With her knees on either side of my head, she squatted with her dripping pussy over my mouth. 

My body continued to ignore my inner protestations, totally under her spell; I reached up with my fingertips of both hands and pulled her inner lips open exposing her pink glistening wet entrance.  Quickly like a dog dying of thirst, I raised my mouth to her cunt and roughly licked it from bottom to top.  Her wetness was like ambrosia of the gods, slightly salty, but intoxicating to my depraved body.  Probing her inner lips with my tongue until finding her clit, I tortured it. As Rachel arched her back pushing her cunt against my mouth, my tongue danced, flipping, licking, and exploring her limits.  Her hypersensitive clitty seemed to throb at my touch.

Rachel screamed, "fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh god yes," as the sensation racked her body with intense pleasure, "Oh Daddy more."

Twisting my head aside so as to allow room, I inserted three fingers into her depths and started fucking her with my hand.

Without my conscience, in control, my body was animalistic in its desire for my daughter.  Remembering what I had done to Olivia, I pulled my sloppy wet fingers from her cunt and lubricated her sphincter with her own juices. 

Without warning, I ran a finger into her ass, two knuckles deep.  Immediately she sucked her breath in and arched her back as she fought to control the intensity. Pleasurable sensations soon overcome the pain. Flexing the end of my finger in a come here motion in her rectum, as well as increasing the tempo of the finger fucking I was giving her cunt with the other hand, was too much.

Tensing up, her muscles now in contractions, she moaned out, "Oh Daddy, oh fuck, immmmm cumming," and the gates opened.  Quickly I covered her pussy with my mouth and lapped her juices like a mad man.

All the pheromones flying through the air and the bouquet of her feminine essence that tasted exquisite had the combined effect of bringing my dick to rock solid hardness.  Rachel fell on the bed with her backside down.  Bending her knees upward into the air she pushed with her feet raising her ass so she could stick two pillows under it.

With a gravelly voice, Rachel told me, "fuck me, Dad, fuck me hard."

On my knees, I took a position at her pussy between her legs which she had stretched far apart.   With my thumbs, I opened her puffy inner lips and inserted the head of my dick into her slowly as I tried to give her time and become accustomed to the size of my swollen cock.

But Rachel wanted more.

"Cram it in Dad, now," she demanded, "I want to feel your dick all the way in now!"

Grabbing her legs behind the knees, I pushed her legs as far as they would go and then as hard as I could, I rammed my dick into her pussy, my groin slapping against hers with a distinctive loud clap.

While I held my dick in her as far as it would go, Rachel was holding her breath.  Her mouth wide open as if to emit a silent scream, her eyes squinted and her cute little nose all wrinkled up, as she tried to become acclimated to the stretching and fullness inside her.  In a moment she became accustomed to my fat cock stretching her insides, the pain transitioned to pleasure; once again she began to breathe.  With her eyes still squinted shut she grunted, "do it again Dad."

So I did.

Pulling out all the way then ramming it in again as hard as possible, the force moving her entire body and her tits shaking like two big bowls of Jello. I held it all the way in for a heartbeat and repeated the cycle.

"Faster Daddy," Rachel asked.

I increased the tempo of the in and out.

"Harder Daddy," she demanded, "oh please god harder!"

I'm holding my breath and with each slap of my groin against her I grunt like an animal from the exertion.

"Oh Daddy, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh I'm almost, almost there," Rachel cried out.

Through all this, my conscience is watching in horror, unable to stop my possessed body from fucking my baby girl.  Like a mindless automaton, a mechanical device designed to do only one thing, to fuck my daughter with a vengeance, my body continues to ram into her pussy and rub its way back out with a sawing motion against her now overly sensitive clit.

Rachel screams out in passion.  My conscience cringes in fear that the neighbors will hear us in the throes of ecstasy.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming, oh fuck yes I'm cumming!"

Rachel tensed up, her body jerking as wave after of wave of pleasure raced through her.  That familiar sensation, that tingling sensation that begins in your balls and races up your dick, hit me and hit me hard.  Each time my groin slapped her pussy as I rammed into her, my dick shot a load of hot spunk; and I kept on cumming.  My body pounded her pussy and cummed, and cummed, never in my life had I cum so much at one time.  Not with Olivia, Anna, or even Rachel's Mom.  Maybe it was the muscles in her vagina convulsing like some perverse milking machine sucking every drop, or maybe it was the taboo nature of this event that made me cum so much.

Rachel had already gone limp by the time I finally finished, having orgasmed multiple times.  She was almost lifeless lying there on my bed.  I pulled out of her and without even moving the pillows from under her ass I fell to her side and unconsciousness finally relieved my struggling conscience.

*

I awoke to near darkness, a small dim light in the other end of the motorhome illuminated the bedroom just enough to allow me to see where I was.  Then it occurred to me that I had awakened from a nightmare, oh my god, I dreamed I mercilessly fucked Rachel, was the thought that raced through my mind.

I thought I was watching myself as I fucked my daughter and couldn't do anything about it, I knew I had to tell someone about this ridiculous dream, but the question was who?  I certainly wasn't going to tell Rachel.

Just then Rachel walks into my room, the slight Illumination was just enough to display her exquisite nakedness. 

I sat up partially resting on my elbows, my mouth wide open in disbelief.

Realizing that I am awake, she jumped on the bed landing on her knees just as she has done since she was big enough to walk from her bedroom to that of her Mother's and mine.  Of course, this was the first time I remember her not having pajamas of some sort on.  Never before had she jumped on my bed allowing her tits to flop up and down as she bounced as if she was on a trampoline.

"Rachel," I demanded, "what are you doing?"

Not realizing that I was unaware that what I thought was only a dream was in fact reality, she explained, "Oh Dad, I'm sorry I woke you up I had to go pee."

Rachel was sitting there on her knees, her cute ass resting on her ankles, one hand on the front of her thigh and she moved the other hand to my bare semi-hard dick.  It was then that I realized I was as naked as my daughter.

As my baby girl stroked my hardening cock, the reality hit me, "that wasn't a dream was it?"

"What are you talking about Daddy," she said as she jerked me off.  Then she realized what I had said, "no Daddy it was real, and oh god it was so wonderful, it was better than I dreamed it would be."

By now my dick was again hard.  Rachel looked at it and smiled content with her handiwork.  She jumped off of the bed quickly as only a girl of her age can do and run out of the room, her bare feet smacking on the tile floor and her tits bouncing with each stride.  In a flash, she returned with the same backpack she had produced the bottle of whiskey from earlier.  Reaching into it she took out a small plastic bottle and jumped onto the bed again, the mystery bottle in hand.

Flipping the lid up, she squirted a little bit onto a finger and tasted it, "Oh cool Dad, this tastes like cherries."  Squirting a drop on her finger she then rubbed it on my lips, "taste it Dad, it's really pretty good." 

Licking it off my lips I found it to be surprisingly tasty. 

Then I suddenly came to grips with what was going on, I had to put a stop to all this, we simply could not do this, it was wrong on so many levels.  As all this was running through my mind about the necessity of putting an end to this seemingly incestuous affair; even if she wasn't my biological daughter I was still her Daddy, and fucking her just didn't seem right; Rachel had busied herself preparing for the next round.

As I debated with myself, I watched her pour a liberal amount of the lubricant onto her small delicate palm and then apply it liberally to my dick.  My mouth gaped open and my chin dropped.  Then she applied a small amount to her fingers and inserted them into her pussy applying the lube there.  Before I could protest, she threw a leg over my hips, straddling me, grabbing my cock with one hand and holding her lips open with the other, she impaled herself onto my dick in one swift motion.  The sensation left me speechless.

As nimble as an Olympic gymnast she swung her knees outward allowing her to lie down on top of me with my pulsing dick buried all the way in her and the lube getting warmer and warmer.

Rachel grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me passionately, the flavor of the cherry lube still on her lips.  All of this, my dick buried into her warm wet and well lubricated pussy, the lubricant getting warmer causing delightful sensations to both her cunt and my dick, her outstanding tits on my chest with their hard nipples poking me, and the animal-like ferocity with which she was attacking my mouth with her tongue, had the cumulative effect of making me forget my objections to this affair.  I couldn't help myself, I lost all restraint, I wrapped my arms around my beautiful sensuous daughter and returned her kiss with as much if not more passion than she had displayed.

We continued to kiss madly.  I brought my hands between us; my palms open to her breasts.  Without any regret, I tweaked her nipples causing little ripples of electrifying waves to shoot through her.  She shuddered.  Placing her palms against my shoulders she pushed up and away from my mouth affording my hands more access to her swollen breasts.  Continuing to tug at and twist her hypersensitive buds she threw her head back on her shoulders as if she was going to howl at the moon like a she-wolf howls for her mate to satisfy her needs.  The tweaking of her nipples was causing her to become wetter, her pussy felt to me as if on fire, a burning desire deep inside.

She brought her knees back against my sides and began to lift herself off of me, slowly until the head of my dick was almost all the way out of her.  Then she rammed herself back down on my cock, sat there for a second then lifted up again.  As she started to drop again I raised my hips up to meet her downward thrust halfway.  Her eyes had been shut up to this point, she opened them and looked at me softly, "Daddy, lay still and let me do this," she instructed with a low but husky voice.

Rachel began a rhythm of up and down, fucking herself on my cock.  After a few strokes, she leaned forward changing the angle causing my dick to hit a different spot inside her, which was enough to bring her up to and over the edge of her first of many orgasms.

Her relentless bouncing up and down on my cock bringing wave after wave of orgasms, spasm after spasm causing a near constant shudder finally took its toll on her youthful and athletic body.  Pulling her dripping pussy off of me, she collapsed facedown by my side.

Turning her head toward me she whispered, "Oh god Daddy that was wonderful, thank you."

She placed her delicate hand on my chest and let it rest over my heart feeling the rapid pulse; slowly she slid it down over my abs to my still hard as rock member.

"Oh Daddy you're still hard, give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll suck you off," she offered.

I rolled toward her and brushed her hair from her eyes, "your turn to lay still baby girl."

Getting up on my knees, I grabbed her by where hip bones would protrude on a woman not as voluptuous as my Rachel, lifting her ass upward until she was on her knees doggy style.  Placing my dick at her slot I pushed in and began to pump not hard and fast but rather in a firm and steady rhythm.

Soon Rachel was moaning, "oh that feels soooo good."

"Does my baby girl like that," I asked?

"Oh Dad," Rachel grunted, "you're the best," she grunted as I hit bottom again, "man I've ever been with."

An erotic thought raced through my mind: Olivia liked to be spanked while doing it, I wonder if Rachel is into that?

"Oh really," I began, "has Daddy's baby girl been with lots of men?"  I continued pumping in and out of her

"Dad," she replied with a grunt, "why are you asking?"

"Oh, I think that if my little girl has been naughty, she needs a spanking."

"Oh Daddy," she moaned, "that sounds delicious," moans again, "I've been very naughty."

I whacked her ass just as I pulled all the way back, "OW," she screamed, then rammed in hard to help transform the pain of the spanking into that of pleasure.

With each cycle of spanking her gorgeous ass with my hand then ramming my cock into her pussy as far as it would go she would scream "ow," but with each subsequent slap the severity of her complaint lessened and the ‘ow' soon transformed into, "oh god, Dad, that feels good."

"Dad, Dad, harder," Rachel moaned.

I increased the speed and force of my thrust into her insatiable pussy but kept the force of the slap to her ass about the same so as not to leave lasting marks.

"Dad, Dad, Daddy, I'm cumming, oh god, oh fuck, fuck, harder Dad I'm a really bad girl."

So I hit slapped her a little bit harder a couple of times and then she tightened up, arched her back and pushed her head as far back on her shoulders as it would go and screamed through clenched teeth.  The orgasm caused my Rachel to shudder and jerk which was enough to cause me to erupt shooting hot cum into my little girl.  My dick felt so swollen as it erupted and her cunt was so tight that I wondered for a minute if we would be stuck together like two dogs.  I continued to pump as long as I could until I started to go limp, Rachel continued to have wave after wave of orgasm until she collapsed, face first onto the bed.

Within minutes Rachel fell off into a deep sleep and rolled away from me

I got up and went to the touchpad in the master bedroom that allowed access to all of the information systems of the motorhome to turn off the lights.  They had been dimmed for a ‘mood' illumination which was more than enough to give me a perfect view of my beautiful and naked daughter.  She was lying on her side which exaggerated her many feminine curves, from her ample breasts, narrow waist, perfect ass, and long athletic legs, Rachel was the epitome of beauty.  The visage before me was like that of a statue depicting a Greek goddess or a painting by one of the Old Masters that sought to capture the womanly essence of a beautiful model.  As she lay there, the manner in which the soft lighting touched her curves would have been a challenge for even the most skilled photographer to reproduce; her beauty was breathtaking.

Rachel moved her legs and gave me an unobstructed view of her pussy which was still glistening from the wetness.  The scene of her beauty, her voluptuous curves, and her ever so erotic shaved vagina spread out before me, made my dick again start to wake.  I watched as one single strand of our combined fluids drained out and down her thigh; I was tempted to carefully catch it on my finger and taste it, but knew to do so would again start something I wasn't sure I wanted to initiate.

I turned off the overhead and indirect lighting, leaving only dimmed night lights on and gathering my robe in my hand I exited the motorhome.

The lot we were parked on had been well landscaped by the previous owners who had carefully designed it to give a certain degree of privacy which was a good thing considering I was naked; I had my robe draped over my shoulder instead of around me.

 In the way I had parked it, the door of the motorhome was just a few feet from the cabana the owners had built.  In my nakedness, I darted from the coach across the few steps that a neighbor might have seen my naked ass and through the cabana door.  Making a cup of coffee in the ‘k' cup machine, I flopped down on the sofa and begin to ponder what I had done.

At first, I had felt condemned for breaking the most taboo law of our culture, that of incest.  Even though Rachel had pointed out that her Mother had become pregnant from a one-time affair and she was not actually my biological daughter, fucking Rachel still didn't seem right.  My late wife had given me a precious gift, regardless of the genetics, a gift I will always treasure, a gift that I had just used as a fuck toy. 

I just couldn't seem to wrap my mind around or to embrace any train of thought that would grant absolution for what I had done.  No matter how I tried to rationalize it, I always ended up berating myself.

The next question was, ‘where do we go from here?'  I mean Rachel said that to fuck me had been a long time fantasy for her; what if she wants to take her mom's place as my wife?  That wouldn't be so bad I thought, Rachel is one damn attractive woman!

Then it hit me that Rachel's mom hadn't been dead six months, and I've already had three affairs.  Of course, being in your fifties really isn't that old, so conceivably I could play the field for several more years.  That is if Rachel doesn't want to set up housekeeping with me.

Continuing to roll all these thoughts through my head, I was just about to drift off to sleep when Rachel bounced through the door.

Her youthful energy was amazing, the bounce in her step made her tits bounce delightfully.  Actually, it was her tits bouncing that brought me back to reality, "Rachel you shouldn't be running around outside naked, what will the neighbors think?"

"Oh, I don't know Dad, probably not anymore that they thought when I was screaming out in ecstasy as we fucked."

Kneeling at my feet in front of where I was sitting on the sofa, she spread my knees apart with her hands and started playing with my dick.

"Then again Dad, aren't you one to talk about me being naked when you're wearing your birthday suit as well?"

I bent my neck looking down at my chest and semi-aroused dick, and realized she did have a point, "but at least I brought my robe," I said as I pointed at it draped over the other end of the sofa.  Rachel ignored me and continued to play with my dick and balls.

"So Rachel," I asked, "have you given any thought where we go from here?"

Pretending she didn't hear me, my daughter licked my dick like an ice cream cone on a hot day.

"Seriously Rachel we have to talk about this."

Pulling her tongue back in her mouth, "I don't know about you Dad but I'm going back to school."

"You're not planning on taking your Mom's place?"

"Dad, I'm going to have a career as a lawyer.  But now that you mention it, I have been meaning to ask if you've been dating any at all after Mom died?"

Almost in a panic, I tried to figure out how to tell her about Anna and Olivia.

"Humm, that's what I thought, you know Dad sooner or later you are going to have to get over Mom and get on with life.  Why don't you try one of those dating apps?"

The thought; do I tell her she is fuck toy number three or do I keep my big mouth shut, raced through my mind. I remained silent.

"I'll get you set up on some dating sites, you probably should find someone more your age.  Although with this," she held my dick in one hand pointing at it with the other, "I know several girls my age that would be happy to take you as their sugar daddy, a man with a big bank account and a big dick as well."

"Scoot toward me," she ordered as she tugged at my thighs moving my butt closer to the edge of the sofa.  Climbing up from the floor, Rachel straddled me and lowered her puss on my dick, slowly until it was fully in her.  Putting her elbows on my shoulders and intertwining her fingers behind my head she leaned forward and kissed me.

"Daddy, if you want me to I will take time out from school and stay with you, but," she paused for a moment, "remember when I was a kid and going through that awkward stage?" 

"You followed me around everywhere, quite the little tomboy."

"Remember when I started growing out of that and quit hanging with you and I when was scared you would take it wrong you told me no matter no matter what I would always be your little fishing buddy?"

"We did go fishing together a lot in those days."

"Well, that's what I want to be now."

I interrupted her, "you want to be my fishing buddy?"

"No silly, Dad, I want to be your fuck buddy," she answered as she started rising up and down fucking herself on my cock.

"Whenever our schedules allow we can meet up and fuck each other's brains out," my beautiful daughter explained, then as she squinted her eyes and furled her eyebrow from the growing sensations in her pussy, she pointed out, "that is unless you find someone else."

The thought of my daughter trying to carry on an adult conversation as she now frantically bounced up and down on my dick bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm was almost more than I could stand.

"Rachel you are quite the insatiable little slut aren't you," I laughed.

Continuing to rise and fall on my dick, Rachel replied, grunting as my dick hit her inner wall between each word, "yeah, ugh, I'm, ugh, a, ugh, slut, ugh, but never, ugh, forget I'm, oh god, ugh, your fuck, ugh budddddddy," she exclaimed with a shudder as she reached orgasm and begin to cum for the umpteenth time that night.

*

My baby girl, now my fuck buddy, and I thoroughly enjoyed the next few days together; Rachel and I were always naked other than when we left the motorhome and public modesty required being dressed.  Just the sight of her youthful figure, from the perfect globes of flesh with large areola and nipples that begged to be sucked, nibbled on and played with to her delightfully waxed bare pussy with its meaty inner lips extending outward in greeting—seemingly always glistening from her wetness—inviting fingers or cock to explore and find their way to Rachel's hungry clit.

By day when we ventured out, she continued to play the part of my mistress, dressing as scandalously as possible clinging to my arm, rubbing against me provocatively and doing everything she possibly could to provide the gentlemen with eye candy and in the process alienating as many of the women as possible making them insanely jealous.

By night we fucked.  We didn't make tender intimate love; we fucked fast and furious until we collapsed in each other's arms. 

But all good things—they say—must come to an end.

At the end of the week we drove the big Yukon back to St. Petersburg, collected Rachel's friends and I drove them to the airport at Tampa.

Rachel was going back to school and her dream of a career in law, I was going back to my new life as an early retiree traveling the highways of America.

Based on the look in her eye, I knew Rachel, my little fuck buddy and I would have many more encounters in the future; the only question was how much mischief could I get into on my own in the meantime?