Michelles Continuing Affair Ch 2
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My date and are sitting in the finest restaurant in the city, it’s French, it’s expensive and the food is delectable. We’ve just finished our meal and are sharing a plate of petit fours and a bottle of Sauterne for desert. And the challenge is about to begin.
My date, let me tell you about her. She’s 19 years old while I’m thirty-nine; some might call me a cradle robber but not so, I didn’t pursue her, she went after me, two years ago when she was only 18 and she got me. I love her with all my heart but then again, I always have.
She is beyond gorgeous, a willowy 5’10” tall with waist length flowing black hair, perfect 36C breasts riding high like the prow of a luxury liner a flat tummy and slim almost girlish hips but with an ass to die for, heart shaped and luscious. She is far and away the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen quite a lot.
My name is Michael Morrissey, like I said I’m thirty-nine. I’m 6’3” tall and still only carry a svelte 190 pounds. Like my date, her name is Michelle by the way, I have jet black hair and we both have high cheek bones and dark complexions. I’ve been a widower for 18 years and have dated frequently. Most women find me handsome and, of course it doesn’t hurt that I’m fairly affluent.
My date, she doesn’t like to be called my girlfriend, she’d prefer fiancée but that remains to be seen. Oh I’d love to be married to Michelle, I love her dearly, she’s the most entertaining conversationalist I’ve ever met, male or female and the sex is out of this world. Yes, I’d love to be married to Michelle but there’s one minor complication. You see, Michelle is my daughter.
I mentioned that I wasn’t a cradle robber, no, I wasn’t and I wasn’t a lecherous Daddy after his little girl either. I admired Michelle’s beauty, I loved to be around her, spend time with her, spar with her rapier wit; she was my perfect daughter, always a great student and never the rebellious teen that is so prevalent today; she loved me and I knew it. The only oddity I noticed was that Michelle didn’t date. The boys called, the boys asked her out but she refused them. I spoke to her about it, her reply,
“Daddy none of them interest them. I’d rather go to a museum or a play or the opera, heck; I’d rather go to a ball game with you than any of them.”
Now that certainly played to my ego. My daughter would rather spend time with me than with anyone else and I’d rather be with her. I did still date, a man has needs; Michelle was always jealous of any lady I brought home, even when was a little girl, she wasn’t surly to them she just ignored them. I quit bringing my dates home with me.
When Michelle turned sixteen two years ago we had a private party, I took her to a stage production and out to dinner afterwards.
I said, “sweet sixteen and beautiful, I love you Michelle, Happy Birthday.”
She replied, “Yes, sweet sixteen, now I can do some things I really want to do.”
“What do you want to do now that you couldn’t yesterday?” I asked.
“Oh get a driver’s license and stuff like that,” she answered but there was a wicked gleam in her eyes.
It shot through my mind; sixteen is the legal age of sexual consent in our state. It only shot through, Michelle wasn’t even dating. I needn’t be concerned in that regard.
We finished our meal, had dessert and went home. It was getting late.
Once in the house Michelle gave me a little kiss saying, “Thank you Daddy, you made my birthday wonderful.”
She went upstairs ahead of me. I heard her shower running when I went to my room.
I was tired; I just stripped and climbed into bed. I was asleep in moments.
Something awakened me, I knew it was late, I glanced at the clock it was nearly midnight, I’d awakened to the feel of a weight on the mattress, someone was in bed with me and there was only one other someone in the house.
She said, “Hi Daddy.”
I sat up pulling the sheet to cover my nakedness and said, “Michelle, what are you doing, why are you in my bed?”
“It’s not what I’m doing in your bed it’s what you’re going to do to me in your bed.”
“Oh and just what is that?” I asked incredulously.
“You’re going to make love to me; I’m legal now you know.”
“Michelle, you may be legal but you’re still my daughter, go back to bed and we’ll forget tonight happened, it’s incest.”
“Yep, it’s incest and I don’t care, you’re going to make love to me.”
“Michelle go back to bed, your bed and let me get some sleep.”
I thought, right, I’m going to get some sleep. I’d be awake all night wrestling with this.
“Daddy I’m staying right here until you make love to me. I don’t care if you shout at me or even spank me. I’m staying.”
I thought, from my daughter’s lips to my ears, so Mickey take that! Yell at her; hell I might have done that once or twice in 18 years and spank her; I’d never touched her; never would although it didn’t seem like a real bad idea at this moment.
“Michelle, please,” I pleaded.
She was wearing a pair of baby doll pajamas, she said, “Daddy undress me and make love to me.”
“Why Michelle, why me, you’re a beautiful young lady. Lots of boys want to date you, you could have your choice, why me.”
“Daddy I’m glad you think I can have my choice. You see, I choose you. I love you and I desire you. I’ve been planning tonight since I was twelve and began to realize what sex was. So, you have been chosen to make love to this beautiful young lady, as you put it. Now undress me.”
She snuggled up beside me and took my hand. She placed it on her nightie over her breast and whispered, “Please Daddy.”
I acquiesced, gave in, surrendered, and I couldn’t deny, I was flattered and I was getting aroused, I lay down beside her and massaged her breasts.
“Michelle, this is a big step, I want you to think about it,” I said.
“Daddy, I have thought about it, I’ve thought about it a lot in the last four years. It’s you I want, it’s you I want to take my virginity and you will, won’t you?”
“Michelle sweetheart, I’ll hurt you but if you want me to I will.”
“Daddy I know I’ll hurt after all I’m a virgin but I want you, I want you tonight.”
I slid my hand under her PJs and massaged her breasts, I said,
“Let me help you out of this as I raised the top. I lifted it over her head and beheld her breasts for the very first time. They were superb, still erect even in her prone position. I kissed her then took a nipple in my mouth.
Michelle’s reaction was immediate. She sounded a soulful little moan and her nipples hardened. I sucked one while I played with the other, gently twisting and tugging at it pinching lightly while I nibbled on the other.
Michelle’s voice was low and raspy when she said, “That feels nice Daddy, that feels so, so nice.”
I spent some more time on her breasts then moved down her body, licking and kissing along her sides and onto her tummy, she had a cute little innie belly button, I tickled it with my tongue then I took the fabric of her PJ bottoms and saying,
“Lift your hips Sweetheart,” I took then off.
I gazed at her mons veneris, she was lightly covered with black hair, not the dense pelt she’d eventually develop still, there was no question she was a budding woman. I teased her there with my tongue and tugged at her with my lips.
She said, “Daddy, oh Daddy, I love you.” She was squirming under my touch.
I parted her lips with my tongue and snaked along her slit. Her vagina was tight, just a small hole that I probed with the tip of my tongue, she shivered. Further, further down, at the end of her vulva I tasted her, piercing her rosebud with the tip of my tongue.
She moaned, “Oooh Daddy, yesss Daddy.”
I worked my way back up, nipping and tugging on her labia with my lips as I sought her love button. Her clitoris was waiting for me, for my attention, swollen and red; I took it between my lips and sucked her into my mouth. For a few moments I just sucked. She was trembling, she was nearly ready, I batted the sensitive tip of her clit with my tongue, teasing it, twirling it.
I caressed her tummy, I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles were rippling like a washboard, she nearly came off the bed she wriggled so much, I held her down and sucked. She screamed incoherently when she climaxed, I could feel the contractions and spasms as they washed through her, her hips were pounding my face when she released, orgasm after orgasm flowed through her, she was screaming,
“No more, no more,” she pled but her legs were wrapped around my head and she was pounding my face with her pussy.
Finally she relaxed, releasing me. I licked along her slit, tasting her succulent flavor. She was exquisite. This would be my first, last and only chance to taste her as a virgin and I reveled in it. Her fragrance was mild; she hadn’t yet developed the scent of a woman. In the dim light I could see that her slit and inner lips were a light coral shade, she was beautiful, alluring, and waiting.
I knelt between her thighs and reached toward my night stand, there were condoms there.
She said, “Daddy you don’t need that, I went to the school nurse when I was fourteen and she got me on birth control pills. I didn’t know if I could wait and I wanted to be ready. Now, I’m ready, I want you in me. I want your cum in me.”
I ran my cock along her slit until I found her vagina. She was so small I feared that I wouldn’t be able to get in.
I pushed forward; the head stretched her and slid in. When I met her hymen I stopped.
“Go ahead Daddy, I’m ready,” Michelle said.
I thrust, I felt her tear, her cherry was shredded as I entered her.
Michelle gasped and winced from the pain, it was sharp, the rending of flesh, the bursting of a thin membrane, and then I was in.
I stopped for a moment, just gazing at her beautiful face, wreathed with her raven hair, then she opened her eyes and smiled at me, a wan smile, tinged with pain but a smile.
“I’m yours now Daddy, I’m all yours.”
Slowly I started to stroke her, I wanted to be gentle this first time; there’d be other opportunities for wild raucous sex in the future but this time I wanted to be slow and gentle.
With long languid strokes I filled her. She was cooing contentedly, she’d gotten what she wanted; she’d gotten me. Unquestionable, she’d gotten me. I already loved her more than life itself as my elegant, comely daughter; now I loved her as my paramour.
We finished as we began, slowly, gently. When I came it flowed into her, I didn’t pound her, I didn’t stroke deep, I didn’t even speed up. She felt my flow and smiled again.
“Thank you Daddy for making it nice for me.”
I lay beside her and took her into my arms, “You’re not sorry Kitten?” I asked. Kitten had been my pet name for her when she was younger.
“Never Daddy, I’ll never be sorry. Please kiss me and tell me I’m your girl.”
“Forsaking all others, you’re my girl,” I answered as I kissed her as a lover.
She’s not slept in her bed since that night.
And God the girl’s insatiable. When we woke up the next morning she wouldn’t let me out of bed until I’d filled her again. At night she wanted to go to sleep with me behind her, holding her to me while I filled her.
She loved to jump on and ride me like she was a cowgirl, her on top just pounding away and hooting. I liked that too, her pert breasts bouncing, I’d slip a hand under her and help her along, let her clit ride my fingers.
The second morning we were together I was wakened to a most sensual experience. She had me between her lips, sucking me. I was ramrod stiff, she was bobbing I tried to tell her I was gonna cum; she nodded yes and bobbed faster. God, I raised my hips and blasted into her throat. She swallowed and swallowed, gagging just a little but she got it all, well, almost all. When she looked up at me dribbles were coming from each side of her smile. She swirled her tongue and they were gone.
“Good morning Daddy,” she said.
“Kitten, you’re killing the old man.”
“Pooh,”she scoffed, “We haven’t even started.
God, she meant it. Her sexual appetite was amazing. She had to have me in her, on her however she could get me several times a day.
I think her favorite position is me behind her, Doggie. She says I go deeper, I think it’s because I play with her little rosebud, she likes me to rub her there and she likes the feel of a finger in her while I’m pumping her. She even likes it when I kiss her there and snake the tip of my tongue through her tight little pucker.
It was St. Valentine’s Day; I’d taken her out to dinner and a show. When we got home a pound of chocolate truffles from Kipschildt Chocolatier was waiting with a big red bow. Although it is American made it’s the most expensive chocolate in the world; my Kitten’s worth it.
She popped out to our pantry, there was a hundred bottle wine cooler in there; and came out with a bottle of champagne to enjoy with our truffles. I saw the label; it was a Bollinger Blanc de Noirs Vieilles Vignes Francaises (1997). I thought, Christ I’d paid $650.00 for that bottle, I only had three and they were for special occasions. Then I thought, hell the truffles were $2600 and I was sharing with my beautiful nymph of a daughter, what occasion could be more special.
We were in a playful mood when we’d finished our treats and Michelle took me by the hand saying,
“Come on Daddy, your Valentine’s Day gift is upstairs.”
When we got there she said, “Get undressed, you gotta be naked to get my gift, “as she walked into the bathroom.
I’d hung up my clothes and thrown my socks and underwear into the hamper I was still in the middle of the room when she came out. She, too was naked but she had something in her hand.
She tossed whatever she was holding to me saying, “Catch, you’ll need it for your Valentine’s Day gift.”
While I was looking down at what she’d thrown me she’d climbed onto the bed where she waited on her knees with her face buried in her pillow.
What I was holding was a small tube of strawberry scented gel, a sexual lubricant. I looked over at her and saw her pose.
I said, “No way Kitten, I’ll tear you up.”
“Daddy,” she whined, “Isn’t it St. Valentine’s Day?”
“Yes Kitten, it’s St Valentine’s Day, what’s your point?”
“And don’t you say my ass looks like a heart?”
Letting the small crudity pass I answered, “Yes, I say that, still, what’s your point.”
“Damnit Daddy, it’s Valentine’s Day, I have a heart, you say so, so I have a heart that needs to be pierced just like with St. Valentine’s arrow only I want your arrow. Now get me ready.”
How can one argue with that convoluted logic? I lubricated her and me.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Pierce my heart you big Daddy you.”
When I popped in I know she was happy for the pillow, she wailed when I entered her and she sobbed as I pushed deeper into her. I rested a little when I was half way in.
I let her settle down. I knew she was ready for more when she said,
“Daddy, I asked for an arrow, I think that was a spear.”
I gored deeper into her until I was at my maximum. Then I started to pump her, hard rhythmic thrusts, through her anus, filling her rectum she grunted as I pushed into her, not ladylike sounds, but,
“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” I know it’s perverse of my but I delighted in her sound.
She probably wasn’t gonna cum, I could have helped, a couple of fingers under her but I didn’t. This was my Valentine’s Day gift and I was going to enjoy it to its fullest. I could give her some oral later.
I gripped her hips and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. God her ass was tight, sliding through her sphincter was like entering the gates of heaven and slipping up her inviting chute was like gliding through warm mercury, hot, slick and if treated wrong dangerous. I fucked her like she was my bitch. Feet outside the width of her hips, knees bent for maximum leverage, I rode her deeper and deeper. She was wailing into her pillow as I pounded her, deep, fierce rapid thrusts, distending her, stretching her, her little ass was mine. God, I exploded, I saw stars, I screamed like a wounded animal as I poured into her thrust after thrust delivering pulse after pulse of my scalding cum deep in her guts, filling her, flooding her, I collapsed over her back. I rode her to the mattress, my cock still in her, I was spent, wrung out, exhausted.
What happened, she used her tight little asshole to squeeze the last remaining fluid out of me and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day Daddy.”
Next she got into toys; we had a drawer full of them. She liked them for herself, for self-gratification, for me to use on her and for her to use on me. We had butterflies, rabbits, a whole damned menagerie of toys, up my ass, in her pussy, if it was made, she had it and she used it; cock rings, anal probes, motorized vibrators, you name it.
She says she’s tried and done everything, and I can’t really argue with her. She’s only been sexually active for two years but what a two years. We’ve done things even the authors of the Kama Sutra hadn’t imagined.
So back to the challenged I mentioned to start this story. She and I have a little bet, no money, it’s really only who gets top tonight but the prize in and of itself isn’t important, the winning is.
You see, she thinks she’s done it all. There’s really nothing she can’t handle and I’ve bet that I can make her beg for one of two things, either it will be “Daddy, please stop” or “Daddy, let’s go, I gotta have you in me.” Either one of those and I win.
Before we left for the restaurant I’d fitted Michelle with a little device I’d discovered totally by accident, it was at an on-line sex toy site and it caught my attention. It tried to meet all needs and I’d bought it. I’d said that I thought it might be a little more that she could handle and the challenge was on.
The devise in and of itself was a lot to deal with. It had an anal probe which I lubed and fitted in her bottom, a vaginal penetrator that I slid into her and a butterfly device that covered her clit. It all strapped on, around the thighs and around the hips.
Under her panties Michelle had it on. She’d squirmed some tonight, the anal probe going deep with her sitting on it but she was sure she’d win; she’d been wearing it for over two hours and wasn’t even close to begging.
She didn’t know how it worked. Each of the inserted devices was also a vibrator. I had a three way remote control in my pocket and three speeds on each of them.
She was smiling, victory was at hand, exalting, “I get top, I get top.”
I switched on the butterfly clitoral vibrator, lowest setting, just to give her a feel.
Michelle’s eyes got big a saucers, she looked at me saying, “Daddy?”
I switched on the middle one, again on the lowest setting; it was buried in her, in contact with her “G” spot.
Michelle was wiggling in her seat, burying the anal probe deeper. I wasn’t ready to use it yet. I increased the vaginal dildo to the second setting. She could only look at me. She wasn’t going to concede defeat, but her breathing was getting a little ragged.
“Do I win,” I asked.
“No, no way I’m gonna beg,” she breathed.
“Oh, I think you will,” I said as I raised the intensity of the clitoral stimulator to its second setting.
Michelle was starting to pant, quick little breaths, she said, “Damn it, I’m not giving in.”
I kicked the middle switch to maximum, two steps up. I knew I had her then.
She leaned on the table supporting herself, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
Her face was a mask of concentration with her effort to retain control.
“Ready to go home yet Kitten,” I asked
She grimaced at me and uttered, “You cheat.”
“I don’t think so, the only rules I remember are that you ask me to stop or you
ask me to take you home and meet your desires. Want me to stop or do you want me
to take you home?” I asked as I increased the clitoral butterfly to its third
and highest setting.
She moaned and began to tremble. I asked, “Kitten you seem to be quivering, are
you cold?”
Her voice was weak and raspy when she said, “Cold, no Daddy’ I’m not cold. I’m sitting in a hot puddle of me, I’m flowing like and artesian well, this seat is soaked but I’m not going to give in, damn it.”
“You’re sure? We’ll see.”
I turned the anal stimulator on.
Michelle ground her bottom down into the seat; she was trying to work it deeper into her. I knew she was lubricating, drenching her chair and now her bottom was crying for attention.
“Ready to submit yet?” I asked.
She just shook her head no.
I gave it one more speed.
Michelle was beyond speech, when I asked her to submit she just groaned but shook her head no.
“Kitten, are you sure?” She already looked like a rape victim sitting across from me, her face was sweaty, rivulets running down her cheeks, her eyes were leaking and her eye shadow was running, blackening her already dark eyes. Even her hair was getting sweat matted.
“No damn it, no, I won’t quit,” she rasped.
I thought, girl you’re a toughie but I’m gonna win. I kicked the anal probe to max and sat back to watch the show. I wondered how long she could take the intense stimulation, her clit; her “G” spot and her bottom were being ravaged.
I sat back and watched her tremble. Speechless she sat, fluid pouring from her, soaking her panties, her bottom and her chair, while her clit was abuzz and her bottom was aquiver; I watched for nearly ten minutes before she simply fell forward onto the table, her eyes rolled back in her head just before she said,
“Take me home Daddy.”
It was all she could get out before she collapsed. I shut off all of the devices and left a fifty on the table for the waiter. The dinner would go on my monthly tab.
I helped Michelle to her feet and, with my arm around her waist supporting her I walked her outside. The brisk air helped to revive her; she was able to stand unsupported by the time the valet returned with my car. I helped her in.
When she was finally able to talk she said, “Daddy, you cheated, I didn’t know what this thing I’m wearing could do.”
I switched the anal probe on low and asked, “Want a little more?”
“Ah Daddy, you win. You’ve got top. How do you want me?
Her voice was pouty, I thought, damn, she’s a sore loser. Oh well, I said,
“Tell you what, since I’ve got top you choose what we’ll do, fair enough?”
She was quiet for a few minutes thinking, considering her options then she said, “I really want you in my bottom. I want to be over the chair arm and I want you hard and deep but I’m a little afraid about what might happen. That thing of yours has really stirred up my bowels, I don’t know if I’d have complete control.”
‘When we get home I’ll deal with that for you. Get undressed then meet me at our bed.”
I was waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the bed when she came into the room. She still kept her clothes in her old bedroom. She’d hung them up and tossed her soiled lingerie into the dirty clothes.
“Come here Kitten,” I asked.
She came to me. I took her hand and pulled her closer, guiding her over my lap.
She lay there but she was trembling, “Daddy are you going to spank me,” she asked, I could hear the fear in her voice.
I massaged her bottom and rubbed her back.
“No, nothing like that, this won’t hurt but it will solve your bowel problem. I’m going to give you a little enema to clean you out then you can take a bath, it should help you relax and settle down, ok?”
Actually she was going to get two, one right after the other. They were Fleet enemas and only about a pint each. He’d already lubricated the tubes. He opened her cheeks, rubbed in a little of the gel and slid the first one in. It drained into her quickly; I picked up the second and squirted in into her. Then I just let her lie across my lap until she said,
“Daddy, I’ve gotta go.”
I let her up and she raced to the bathroom.
After about ten minutes I heard her bath water running.
I got everything ready. I put a pillow in the seat of the chair and got the strawberry scented lube. Michelle had purchased it from a sex shop. It tasted like strawberries, too. I knew, I’d had the pleasure of tasting it many times. She’d be fresh and clean and I did like the taste of her rosebud. I decided she’d have a little tongue before she got any cock.
When she finally came out she was wearing a pair of frilly panties. I knew she wanted me to take them off; there was no other reason to have them on.
“Cute panties,” I said.
“You like them on or off?” She asked.
“On while I’m looking at them, off when I’m looking at you,” I said as I led her to the chair.
I bent her over the arm and pushed her forward so that her head rested on her pillow then I rolled her panties down over her hips. I knelt behind her and spread her cheeks, inhaling her scent. She was fresh and clean smelling. I smoothed on a little of the gel then enjoyed the taste of strawberries. There was a sharp intake of breath from Michelle when my tongue slipped into her. I added more lube to her and to me then stood behind her.
I had one hand on her the small of her back, the other I used to guide my penis to her waiting brown eye. I lined up and pushed in. Michelle gasped and moaned when I penetrated her. This was hardly the first time I’d been here but I was a little more forceful that usual.
The hand on her back was to hold her down if she’s tried to get up. She hadn’t so I took both hands, gripped her hips and forced my way in, sliding smoothly into her velvet chute. I wanted her, I wanted her badly, my little torture games at the restaurant had aroused me. My God, I could smell her clear across the booth. Her juices and even her bottom, her scents that were so familiar to me. I’d had a hard on for over half the meal. And yes, I’d enjoyed watching her squirm as I increased the intensity of my toys.
Michelle truly did have a lovely bottom, heart shaped, rounded and full. If there ever was, this was an ass to die for. I pumped her. Long hard thrusts, forcing her forward on the chair arm, eliciting grunts and moans from her as I powered into her. Her slim hips were under my control, I was pulling her back to meet me each time I drove into her. I decided she should have some pleasure, I certainly was. I slipped a hand under her and let her ride my fingers as I rode her.
Michelle was grinding her pussy against my hand, my fingers held her clit, pulling it, masturbating her at the same pace as I was filling her. She was moaning in pain and excitement.
She started to quiver under me wailing, “Daddy man, oh Daddy man, oh yes, Daddy yes.”
I was slamming her, my cock was swelling, stretching her further, going deeper. She screamed as she climaxed and I was there with her. I roared like a wild animal as my cum poured from me, my legs were outside her slim hips and I was pounding her, maximum leverage and maximum penetration when I came. I was still pounding her when she went limp under me. I slowed and stroked out, draining myself into her. She lay unmoving. I stepped back.
“Kitten, are you ok?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. I looked at her face, her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow. I rubbed her back.
“Baby, are you ok?” I asked. “Talk to me Kitten, please talk to me.”
Finally her eyes opened, she said,
“Help me to bed Daddy, please help me to bed, I don’t think my legs will hold me. My knees are weak and I’m sore.”
I walked her to the bed, helped her to her back and lay beside her. I turned her toward me and held her in a tight embrace while I kissed her.
“Kitten I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“That’s ok Daddy, you won the bet, and I paid. Next time I’ll beat you.”
She rolled over in my arms, snuggled against me and drifted off to sleep, exhausted.
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Michelle squeezed the shower gel into her hand and started to cleanse her smooth skin. She lifted her leg and caressed from ankle to thigh, then over her flat tummy and up to the small swell of her breasts. She gave them a little squeeze and flicked innocently over her nipples with her fingers. Her mind was filled with images of Jason, a guy she’d met at a customer’s office earlier in the week. He was so fit and handsome and Michelle had noticed him looking her up and down, his eyes straying...
Michelle is thirty-eight now and still looks fantastic, I think evenmore so than before. She’s so much more mature than when we were first married. Her breasts have filled out very nicely, but otherwise her body stayed pretty much the same. She is 5’6 ”, 128 lbs, and has a figure to kill for, plus that beautiful face and personality! When she smiles, her entire face is radiant and can light up a whole room. Usually I only see her as my wife. But sometimes I look at her and don’t see my wife of...
Mike left for Seattle Sunday morning after breakfast. Shortly after he left, Michelle and I satdown to talk about the weekend. “Honey,” Michelle started, “I need to know, what are you really thinking about me and Mike?” I paused for some time, trying to think how to answer her question. “Babe, there hasn’t ever been anything hotter than watching you and Mike together, especially last night. I don’t know how to explain it more than we’ve already talked about, but I can’t get over the thrill of...
The promise of the massage on Saturday was the only thing getting Michelle through the week. Ever since she found Brett with that blonde hussy last month, it was all she could do to just get out of bed in the morning, and this week seemed to be actively conspiring to make things worse. On Monday, there was the jerk who ran into her car as it was parked on the street outside her house, busted out a headlight, and left without leaving a number. On Tuesday, she hadn’t met her sales quotas, and so...
PT 3 Ch 11 The parking lot at the Pinetop Bar was more of a dusty, dirt field than an actual parking lot. Set along Highway 6, the Pinetop catered mostly to local ranchers, as the young guys preferred to go into Petersville, a much larger town, 40 miles away. As a result, when Mike pulled the car into the lot, they saw that it was about half-full, mostly pick-ups, some newer, many older. But all of them had signs of a working ranch about them. Before they had left the cabin, Mike and Michelle...
Michelle’s plane was scheduled to leave on a Friday afternoon, shortly after lunch, so I asked her to take Thursday and Friday off from work to get ready for the trip. By the week of Michelle’s date with Mike, she was more than a little nervous and my scheme of withholding sex was definitely working, as we were both getting hornier and hornier. Either Michelle was doing her best to seduce me or I would seduce her into making love, right up to the point of impaling her, where I’d tell her, “No,...
I’d like to say the time flew by for the next three weeks, but it would be a fib. Jacqui and I continued our two nights a week. We made out in the car, in the park and on her front steps, but I never went inside her house. I knew if I did, we would both be lost in lovemaking. Now that I had a definite plan, I wanted to make it extra special. Michelle and I were still making love, but by now I knew that wasn’t going to make lovemaking with Jacqui any less intense… or her lovemaking with Mike any...
The plane arrived on time, right at 7:45 PM. Fifteen minutes later, I saw Michelle walkingdown the lobby, wearing the leather skirt and sweater, no bra. She looked just as I had envisioned, like a goddess in a dream, so unbelievably beautiful. When she got to me, she wrapped herself around me and gave me one of the best, most emotional kisses of our lives. Obviously, her modesty toward public displays of affection had dissipated significantly over the weekend. When she finally broke away from...
That evening I sat at my computer, starting to work on this story, enjoying every minute of it, occasionally glancing at the two gift-wrapped packages on the edge of my desk, not knowing where the story was going in the coming weeks. I couldn’t imagine a guy having a better life than I did right then, a wonderful wife who I loved unwaveringly and a beautiful girlfriend who that wonderful wife knew about and approved of whole-heartedly. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world! Then a funny...
When Michelle got into Seattle and checked into her hotel, she texted me that she had arrived and sent several pictures of the suite. The honeymoon suite was absolutely beautiful. It had a sunken hot tub in one corner, a king size bed, and mirrors on the ceiling over the bed. I had ordered roses on the nightstands and a bottle of their best champagne. A few minutes later, she sent another text, “Are you sure? Can stay in room and come home tomorrow.” I was imagining how beautiful my wife was...
Nearly everyone has a sexual fantasy that they would love to act on sometime in their life. Unfortunately for some, it never becomes reality. There are many different reasons, ranging from having fear or hesitation, to fantasizing about someone they can’t have, or the situation just never presents itself. This is a story of one such fantasy. Hope you enjoy! It was a Friday evening and I was on my way to meet my usual group of friends. The eight of us had been friends since high school, and we...
CrossdressingI Didn’t Mind Losing This BetBy Player OneMy name is JoAnne. I met the man who was to become my Master through his cousin during a summer visit. I was 19 and Bill was 23. This was 40 years ago, but I can still remember it as if it had happened earlier today. Even at the age of 19, I had had several short term relationships with various men. I had loved to fuck ever since I had felt my first cock in my pussy, just before I turned sweet 16. To be honest with you, short term relationships...
“That’s not fair; I only had two things on my list if you lost.” “Yeah, what?” she challenged. “Wash my car and wait on me hand and foot while I watched TV.” Tia tried to hold back her scorn, “That’s not like you, I’d bet your list included licking your boots and scratching your ass or something disgusting like that.” I wanted to shock her, to piss her off so she’d get out of my sight, “Actually my list included a strip show and blowjob. Good thing for you my fucking team lost.” She...
I am a lesbian. That’s something I decided when I was 16, when I lost my virginity to my best friend. I had dabbled a bit with men, but decided that I didn’t like sex with them very much. Most of them finished too quickly, for one thing, and most of them weren’t very creative. But I would gladly tolerate them if it was a threesome, foursome, or gang bang with other girls. But usually I love the taste of pussy and I’m not looking back. I work at a lesbian bar, but just as a stripper. It does...
We pulled into Deadwood about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. While Sturgis wasn’t that much farther, Laurie’s hands gripping my waist was making me edgy and I knew I needed to stop and blow off some much built up steam. After we checked into the hotel, Laurie jumped in the shower and I took the opportunity to run over to the local grocery store. I strolled through the store quickly, grabbing a bottle of white zinfandel and a couple of the disposable enemas. I had plans for Laurie, even though she...
ReluctanceJeff had worked at the local pizza joint for a few years and had made a few friends. He had grown closest to Billy who was into gambling. Billy introduced Jeff to poker, craps and all sorts of table games. Billy had hosted a few trips to Vegas and eventually Jeff was a fan gambling but preferred table games. Jeff was too scared to make any major bets at the casinos, but when he played with Billy we was never too scared to double or nothing. He didnt feel the pressure of reality when playing...
Hannah and I have been married for nearly five years now and the time I want to tell you about happened when we were dating in college. I had taken a year off after high school so while we were the same age, I was in my second year and she was a junior. I was in a dorm at the time and Hannah had her own apartment where I would usually spend the weekends. We always, and still do, sleep naked and I usually stayed that way through breakfast until after we'd showered together. That generally led...
Babette By Margaret Jeanette Holly Hunter sat in her dad's office She had stopped in to visit with him as she seldom saw him. Their conversation turned to an area Holly dreaded. Her dad was a successful contractor who had built his business up being fair and honest with his customers. Jim Hunter was a workaholic who wasn't happy until a job was done. He said, "Holly, I love you but you are twenty-five years old. When I was twenty-five I was already married three years. You...
So my wife is excited. Her brother who lives in California and she hasn't seen in a few years decided to take a family vacation. They are coming to visit us in San Antonio. It's himself, wife and their two boys. The boys and him are cool to hang out with. We always have a good time when we spend time with them.Now his wife, Lizbeth is a different story. She's very pretty, nice tits and ass. She is a solid MILF The only downside is that she is batshit crazy. Also is clinically bipolar, takes...
True story? You decide A couple of years ago, I decided to lose weight and bought a bike for exercise. A few years later, I got a gym membership. Last Christmas, because I got tired of riding the bike in rush hour I got an elliptical machine. Between the workouts at home and at the gym and the long bike rides, I was, if I do say so myself, turning into middle-aged stud muffin. As I was trimming up, my wife of fifteen years was making no headway. She was always on the heavy side. With the...
ToysHow I became Mistress Mischelle's maid babette sissy babs This is the beginning of a multi-part story that I am working on with my wife. She wrote the part "Mischelle's maid babette's training" and submitted it to Fictionmania. It was added on 7/24/2007. I suggest that you open up another Internet window and have that story ready but don't read it until the character in this story is reading it. After reading my wife's story then return to this one but...
Did you ever do something on the spur of the moment and have it change your whole life? I did. I have no idea why I did it or what even put the thought into my head. Just one or two seconds is all it took to change my life forever. My wife is what some might call pleasingly plump. At five feet, one hundred and twenty-five pounds (a good bit of it stuffed into her 34C bra) she is a voluptuous bombshell. Add long black hair that hangs down to her ass and legs that just cry out "fuck me" when...
My and I made a bet: She didn't think I could watch another hot girl strip and play with herself for 30 seconds without getting hard. The deal was, if I don't get hard I get to have a threesome with her and the other girl. BUT, if I do get hard, I have to go to a club with her, watch her hook up with some random guy, drive them back to my place, and videotape her being his bitch, doing everything he tells her to do. Of course, I lost the bet ... That Friday night we went to the club, and she...
Erotic"Elisabeth"By: EericBlog: abmwmw.blogspot.com***********************************************************************My name is John and I go to the West college, it's a rather small college. My girlfriend Elisabeth also goes to the same college.We met a little less than a year ago and have been dating ever since.I'm 22 years old.I am not what you would call an athlete, I have a rather skinny body.I'm really into computers so I help the teachers at the college withthe computer classes. I also...
My name is John and I go to the West college, it's a rather small college. My girlfriend Elisabeth also goes to the same college. We met a little less than a year ago and have been dating ever since.I'm 22 years old. I am not what you would call an athlete, I have a rather skinny body.I'm really into computers so I help the teachers at the college with the computer classes. I also help out with students who don't really care for computers and try to get them to use them more.My girlfriend...
Elisabeth - Part 2By: Eeric*********************************************************************It has now been a week since I saw Elisabeth doing those blackguys from the closet.And a few days ago I even caught her making out with Jamaal in the hallway at our college, right in the open.She told me that she was sorry, but I think that she wanted me to see it.I think it turns her on knowing that I'm watching her when she's with black guys.And even though I get very jealous, I really do love her...
As a young boy, to enable my parents to continue going to work without worrying about leaving me alone at home, each time the long school summer holiday came around I was packed off to the country to stay with a lady I called Auntie Bettie. Auntie Bettie and I were not related, she used to live next door to us with her husband and they were good friends with my parents. She moved away to the countryside after her husband was killed in a car crash but always stayed in contact with us and it was...
BECOMING MARYBETH My name is Marybeth Greene-at least that's what I prefer to go by. I have medium length dark hair, age appropriate, and am in my mid-60s. I'm kind of cute for my age, at least I think so. But I have a boyfriend so I guess I cant be too hideous. The reason I somewhat insecure is that I wasn't born Marybeth-my birth name is David, and my birth gender is male. However, I knew from a VERY early age that my initial classification was wrong. I think my mom knew it...
Hi, my name is Jay. I am 24 years old and I am born and raised in the Netherlands. I've been living on my own for about a year now. Before that, I lived with my dad and my stepmother. My dad got remarried seven years ago with Elisabeth, my stepmother. Elisabeth and me, always have had a good relationship, even though she is my stepmother. My dad is a project manager and was always making a lot of hours, so me and Elisabeth got really close in the years that I lived with my dad and her. Even...
TabooHi my name is Francesca. I’m a 26-year-old Italian girl living in Milan. I’m a dark haired girl with blue eyes, about 1.7 meters tall and quite thin, I dress a 42, of European size, and I go to the gym to keep my body in shape. Before a bet I made with a foreign man about a football match I had never thought about having sex with any foreign man—this experience I changed my mind.It was a pleasant evening in June when the Italian football team played for the international cup against Egypt. I...
AnalSeptember 29, 1984, McKinley, Ohio At the close of Vespers, Father Nicholas, I, and two acolytes left the altar. He completed the prayers which served as the Dismissal, then turned to the congregation. “One announcement,” he said. “Tomorrow, immediately following the Divine Liturgy, we’ll have a betrothal ceremony for Subdeacon Michael and Elizaveta Kozlova.” There were a few gasps, but otherwise, no real reaction because we were in the nave, where applause or chatter was completely...
It all started as a simply little bet. It was one of those bets where we were both 100% sure that we were right. Sound familiar? First the bet was for $5, then she upped it to $20 and I upped it to $50. That’s when things got interesting. She said “I know you’re wrong but if you win, I’ll do anything you want me to do, but if I win, you have to do anything I want you to do - anything at all!”This did not intimidate me in the slightest as I was so sure I was right. “OK, I’ll take that bet.”Less...
In the fall of 1996, computer program software was exploding, and, as a freelance code chopper, I was raking in the bucks. So I was hard at it when 13-year-old Betsy walked in and cheerfully announced. “I just had my period, Daddy.” “Uh, aha, um, well… right. Did you use the stuff we bought?” “Of course; I’m not mentally challenged.” She grinned all over her plump, pretty face. “You know what this means, Daddy? Now we can really do it!” Oh boy. To be plain about it, my...
Betsy and I had been married for a little over twelve years. We were living the American Middle Class Dream. Three great kids, our own home, two cars in the garage — the whole bit. I had always thought that ours was the perfect marriage. I loved her and I'd always thought that she loved me, but I recently found out that my loving wife had a secret life — a life that cast doubt on whether she had any feelings for me at all. I'd be insulting Betsy if I said she was a stay at home mom who...
His daughter had told him of my always insisting I was a girl and constantly wearing my sister’s clothes when I was seven. Most all that knew me knew of my beliefs and demands that I wasn’t the boy they all said I was but that I was really a girl. It was then that he began to take a great interest in me. Talking to me when over at his house playing with his daughters and my sister. I remember that day when I was seven that he asked me to come inside while we all were playing in his backyard....
A Losing Season - An Alternative Ending to Seasons of Change by Tigger Copyright 1998 Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted provided that no fee be charged, either directly or indirectly (this includes so-called "adult checks") *and* provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are maintained. Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its...
It was a good thirty minutes until the others began to arrive; Irma tried to leave on four separate occasions, but she lacked the speed and agility. Her tongue worked, though, and she called Stick's father every name she could think of -- and spun three or four tales of possible gay sexual combinations (since that seemed to set Pop off), some of which were unfortunately true. Stick collected everyone downstairs. After he and Mary made introductions, he said, "Pop was pretty pissed; I'm...
Chapter One My arms encircled Patrick’s shoulders from behind, and my nose nuzzled into the side of his neck. I left a kiss on his cheek as I pulled back and said, “Happy birthday, sweet thing.” Patrick was sitting at the breakfast table finishing a bowl of cereal. Our two young ones were already off to school. Morning sunlight spilled across the table, a red and rippled patch of it on the opposite side of Patrick’s juice glass, a deep shadow on the opposite side of his coffee mug. He turned...
Chapter One My arms encircled Patrick’s shoulders from behind, and my nose nuzzled into the side of his neck. I left a kiss on his cheek as I pulled back and said, “Happy birthday, sweet thing.” Patrick was sitting at the breakfast table finishing a bowl of cereal. Our two young ones were already off to school. Morning sunlight spilled across the table, a red and rippled patch of it on the opposite side of Patrick’s juice glass, a deep shadow on the opposite side of his coffee mug. He turned...
ReluctanceChris Marr’s all for Bet“Unghhhhhh! Unghhhh Ohhhh! Yes! Ohhhhh.”Bet held her husband close, her breath short, and felt his breath in her ear as he grunted his cumming. He went limp and lay, a dead weight, on her hot body.“Oh, that was beautiful, Baby,” he panted at last. “Still got the old oomph, Eh?”“Mmmm,” she said feeling the early tinglings of her own orgasm fade into the distance. “Can you just roll off me, love?”“Why?”“I got to go outside.”“Oh, dear. Old bladder not what it...
Tommy and Kathy were avid football fans. Every weekend during football season, they would be watching every game from that was on any channel, and then DVR the games that they could. Any game that they watched was sure to have a bet on the game. Most of the time it was a back rub or a foot massage. Sometimes if it was a big game, the winner got to choose the restaurant they went to, or had to do dishes every night for a week. The bets were started just to keep thing more interesting, and they...
FetishBett and I are an average couple in our early forties and we had been married just a little over sixteen years. Like in a lot of marriages of that length the sexual excitement had disappeared. I guess that after sixteen years of the same old thing we had gotten bored - maybe not of each other, but of sex with each other. A few years ago I had found a magazine in the seat pocket of an airplane and for the lack of anything better to do on the flight I sat back and read it from cover to cover....
Another story featuring the antagonist from my earlier story, "A Friendly Game of Pool". This story has taken a while to put together, and I'm still not sure if it really is finished. I'd like to continue the story in the future. Please let me know what you think with a comment. There are going to be some editing/grammar mistakes, I know. This is the fourth version of the story, so I think it's the most concise. "I Bet" by...
Let's make a bet By: Phoebos Edited by Marie7342231 This is my second story. I am trying to apply new ideas and think outside of the box. Any comments, suggestions, or if you would like to reach me for any reason you can email me at [email protected] My sister and I have a very special ability. We can enforce the condition of a bet on each other no matter what it is. Don't ask me how we got this power. All I know is that the two of us are the only ones who seem to be able...
Chapter 1 "Well, it looks like we got ourselves a Super Bowl!" Tom said to me, as we sat in my living room. Tom was Tom Jacobsen, my next-door neighbor. We were watching the final minutes of the NFC Championship game, as the Carolina Panthers were closing out their impressive victory over the Philadelphia Eagles. The Panthers played in Charlotte, which is where I lived. So, the city was going to go nuts at the Panthers being in the Bowl-and Tom had been a Panthers fan since the team had...
“You’d really do that?” Todd asked. “You’d give me a blow job if our basketball team wins tonight? And if we lose I will give you $50 right?”“Sure will, if you win that is. A bet is a bet, isn’t it?” Replied Angie. “Fact is I would be willing to give the team a blowjob if they could ever win a game” Angie added. “If you can pull it off tonight I’ll be ready to suck any cock that helps win the game. Oh, and be ready to pay up. Cause a bet is a bet. And I have a feeling I am going to win...
“You’d really do that?” Todd asked. “You’d give me a blow job if our basketball team wins tonight? And if we lose I will give you $50 right?” “Sure will, if you win that is. A bet is a bet, isn’t it?” Replied Angie. “Fact is I would be willing to give the team a blowjob if they could ever win a game” Angie added. “If you can pull it off tonight I’ll be ready to suck any cock that helps win the game. Oh, and be ready to pay up. Cause a bet is a bet. And I have a feeling I am going to...
A Beautiful Wish by 800ibgorrila Chapter 7: Losing a Little “George,” whispered Dawn's soft feminine voice. George Everhart was fully awake. He had been, ever since he heard Dawn open his bedroom door and crawl onto his bed. She was sitting on her knees beside him and brought her face very close to his as she whispered again, “George, it is time to wake.” He had tossed and turned most of the night. This was partly because he already missed Dawn sleeping next to him, but also because he...
NovelsMike 45, und Chris 35 spielten spät in der Nacht in einem Luxushotel Poker. Beide waren im Bankwesen tätig. Die Beträge um die Sie zockten, fingen bei 1.000 Euro an. Mike hatte jedoch schon länger Geldprobleme. An der Börse hatte er sich verzockt. Bevor die Poker-Partie losging nahm er sich mit seiner Frau Bettina noch einen Drink an der Bar. Bettina fiel Chris sofort auf. Sie war 40, aber extrem attraktiv. Hatte dunkelblonde lange Haare und einen Busen mit der Körbchengröße von 75 C. Als die...
Crazy Betby Scorpio00155 ([email protected])***Two older women who might be called cougars, make a bet that could be called perverted. Wendy bets her friend Linda that she can seduce Linda's son before Linda can. Linda tries to prove her wrong. (MF, inc)*** "You are fucking crazy!" I said in disbelief as I stared at my best friend Wendy through wide eyes."Well you've always known I was nuts Linda," she grinned back at me "but are you on or not?""Jezzus!" I blurted. "Let me get this...
It all started with a bet. It was no secret between Stacy and I about my little kink. We had talked about it in the past, especially in bed after a long, hard session. No matter how much I tried, I kept coming back to the same fantasy. I wanted to watch. I know, I know it's weird, I was even a little weirded out by it, but there was no denying how much it turned me on or how much it turned her on... Stacy was gorgeous. Young, hot, nice tits and the best ass on the planet. Despite all this she...
CuckoldA BET IS A BET by Throne Darren and I had been pals since grade school. We had even remained buddies after he revealed his penchant for crossdressing. I wasn't thrilled about it, but he didn't dress that way when we were together, so it was acceptable. I had a good job in accounts analyzing. He had gotten into the costume department of a major movie studio. I'll admit that, because I'm such a movie buff, I was jealous of his opportunities to meet major stars. He never made a big...
My name is Rita. Holly and I have been friends for ten years. Like the others in the book club, we are both recent empty nesters in our mid-forties. Holly and I are good friends but have very different personalities. Holly is very outgoing and very adventurous. I would be what most would call a follower. I am quiet and shy.Just like several others in the club Holly and I would get together and discuss the books before the monthly club meeting.“What did you think Rita, did you get a little...
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