She called me into the dining room just after eight o'clock. The table was gleaming cherry wood and was set with silver cutlery and white napkins; three candelabra provided intimate illumination. I was famished, which was just as well because Sandra Roberts wasn't the world's greatest cook. It didn't help that she'd tried to go beyond her ability. But on the whole it was edible and I answered her anxious queries with assurances that it was excellent. Oddly, this failing only served to make me feel a deeper warmth for her.She wouldn't let me help clear away and tidy up so it was back to the television and listening to the background clatter as she rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Eventually the kitchen and hall lights were switched off and she came into the lounge with the last of the Chablis. Then she went round turning off all the occasional lamps except for one next to the floral-patterned two-seater settee where I was sitting. By this time I was in a state of some cons
I added my forefinger and felt her muscles contract against me as I slid both digits in, to the knuckle, curling them to stimulate her G spot. Sandra raised her hips to meet my exploratory fingers and groaned louder. I started sliding my fingers in and out, slowly and deeply, using longer and longer strokes until I was brushing her clitoris and she was writhing and moaning. Towards the end I used my two fingertips to masturbate her and she came in a shuddering climax which crashed through her as I held her in my arms, leaving her limp and damp with sweat.We lay still for some minutes as the sunset glow faded, echoing Sandra's passion. 'Are you ok?' I asked, eventually. Her face was a dark blob in the gloom against the white of the pillows.'Oh, Michael, that was wonderful. I wanted to slow you down but I couldn't, it was just so... so intense!''Do you still want to...?' I asked softly.'Of course!'I rolled away from her and took off my Y-fronts; the crotch was soaked with my semina
It was a perfect mid-summer day. After breakfast we drove a few miles into the Wolds and changed into walking boots. The paths and byways across the English countryside were dry and almost empty of people. We stopped to kiss under the shade of mighty oaks and walked hand in hand where the path was wide enough.'Does it feel funny to you? Us, I mean,' she said as we took a break to have some coffee, sitting in the grass of a meadow.'You mean our age difference?''Mostly, yes.''I don't actually know how old you are.''No,' she laughed. 'You were very gentlemanly when it was my birthday. You never asked.' She paused. 'I'm fifty-one. What about you?''I'll be twenty-nine in September,' I said, surprised. I'd thought she was older.'Only just over twenty-two years between us then. That's less than the French President and his wife.''Or Joan Collins and her husband,' I added.'There you go then.' She suddenly went serious. 'Do you want to have a relationship with me? I mean after last ni
'I'm coming,' I gasped, by way of a warning. Sandra fastened on and sucked harder and I shot my spunk into her mouth and throat, a wave of pure pleasure and love enveloping me. Then she surprised me again by licking my cock clean and finally giving me a sticky, salty kiss.We lay together as my cock softened and I stroked her lovely body, a tender thank you for the pleasure she had given me.'You touched my bottom,' she said, suddenly.'You didn't like it?' I asked.'You've never done it before.''No, I didn't know if you liked it.''I don't know,' she said, quietly. 'Look, Michael, I was going to talk to you about it but the right moment never came up.''Talk to me about... about your bottom?' I asked, mystified.'Yes.' She raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. 'Have you done it before? Anal sex, I mean.''Yes,' I admitted, mildly embarrassed.'And did you enjoy it?''Yes.''My ex-husband wanted to do it. And I never let him. Ever. It was about the only time I stood up to him
A DAUGHTER'S NEEDHighly Rated NOTE: This story is about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it.Chapter 1Brook slipped out through the front door and crept quietly around the side of the house. Her mother was in the hot tub with Tom tonight, and after listening to them play naked under her bedroom window almost nightly for the past two weeks she found herself overcome with curiosity to watch them. She'd peeked at them through the window as well, but the angle from there didn't provide the curious eighteen-year-old a very satisfying view. She wanted to see as much as she could.The compactly built young brunette wasn't used to living in a house as big as Tom's, and for that matter, she wasn't used to living with a man in the house at all. It had always just been the girl and her mother. She'd never known her father, and since Janice, her mother, had rarely mentioned him over the years the girl never had too much curiosity about him. Those times when she di
A DAUGHTER'S NEEDHighly Rated NOTE: This story is about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it.Chapter 2"Well, you're married to my mom, after all. So yeah. That's makes us family.""It's even more than that, sweetheart. I'm your father, after all. For real."His smile widened and she felt she was blushing."I really hope you'll be happy, Brook," he continued. "And you can always tell me if there's anything I can do to help make sure you are."You could fuck me like you fucked my mother last night, she said in her mind. But then, out loud: "Oh, I'm happy. Really. It's really nice here and everything. And you're really nice. I guess I'm still getting used to things.""Me too," he smiled warmly. "I guess your mom and I have been so focused on each other that we haven't paid enough attention to you. You and I haven't had the same chance to get to know each other, but I want that to change, if that's okay with you. We have a lot of lost time to make up for."
A DAUGHTER'S NEEDHighly Rated NOTE: This story is mainly about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it.Chapter 3The kiss went on for a long time and Tom's hand was running over the girl's tits through most of it. But he finally broke it off, stammering an awkward apology."Don't be sorry, Dad," she said. "I'm not."He told her she was beautiful and let it go at that before turning the engine back on and continuing to drive. For the rest of the ride, Brook thought about that amazing kiss and how it made her whole feel like burning. She thought about her friend, Cindy, and her dad and was now convinced there was much more to their relationship. Brook started to daydream of having Tom touch her ass the way Cindy's dad touched hers. No matter how her friend might've blushed, she looked happy whenever it happened and now Brook understood why.When they got to the mall, Tom pulled the car into the parking garage and they started wandering. He didn't even seem t
A DAUGHTER'S NEEDHighly Rated NOTE: This story is mainly about Father/Daughter so as usual, if not interested you should skip it.Chapter 4"Getting along?" Janice snickered deviously. "Are you forgetting I know she took one of my sluttiest looking dresses to put on for her daddy?"Tom groaned while Janice's hand kept moving up and down his cock under the water. Brook was dying to see it out in the open. She wished it was her hand stroking him. His rod felt so hot and thick back in the movie theater."I have to admit she looked amazing. She's beautiful just like her mom," he admitted."Hmmm, and judging from the mountain of shopping bags in her room it looks like Daddy spoiled his sexy little girl. And looking through some of the things she got, I know she had you in mind when she picked them out. I'm getting jealous of our daughter."At least she said it with a good-natured tone, and it made Brook feel good to hear her mother refer to her as "our daughter"."That's ridiculous," Tom