"Oh Yes, Daddy" (A Spicy Erotica Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

It was late in the summer, and I’d been working construction along the LeHigh River, not far from Fontana Dam. A former teacher, I had become used to the cycle of nine months of inside work and three outdoors. This year, my marriage was suffering a bit more than usual as I’d taken a job that separated me from my wife and family but brought in the income needed to support them. I lived on the per diem, stayed in company housing, and sent my salary home. My needs were few – cigarettes, a few beers on the weekend, some good reading material and, just once in a while, renting a raft for a trip down the river. This was an especially bright day, the water higher than usual from the recent rains. We were awaiting new materials and had just been told that it would be at least a day before they’d deliver the steel supports we needed. While I could have spent the day at the job site and drawn my pay while chatting and doing odd jobs, I felt better about taking the rest of the day off and seei

We chatted a bit about teaching, students, shared a few stories, and then pulled up a long driveway to an old home with a wide porch. She parked the car on the driveway, got out and led me up the stairs. I held the screen door as she pushed the unlocked door open. “One of the pleasures of country living!” she said as she walked towards the back of the house. I could see the sitting room to my left, with its old upholstered formal furniture and tables, old frames and older pictures on the wall. I watched her also as she walked, and must have imagined the little swing in her hips. A nice round bottom I’d love to get my hands on – damn I had to stop thinking like that. I followed her past the dining room table, with a silver case and old wood sideboard. The things in the house spoke of ancient refinement, and as she slid the pocket door open to the kitchen, I again admired the soft curve of her ass. I just couldn’t help myself.“C’mon in here and set down” she said, that faint accent a

The clock seemed to be stopped, it wasn't. The thought of going to Yesterday's after work was wearing on my mine. The last time I went there I got so drunk that I had to be helped to the car. Not tonight, I hope that Janet meant it when she said Mark wanted us to go to his house after the club.I had met Janet on the job. We worked on the same line and got to visit while we worked. Since we were both single and were not attached we often went for a drink after work to unwind. If either of us got lucky we made other arrangements for a ride home. Now we shared an apartment to save money, it worked too. When ever one had company the other either stayed out or stayed in their room until the company left. Not that we had a lot of company.Tonight was supposed to be special. Mark had asked Janet about me and then invited us to his place after the club closed. Since we were not working this weekend and could sleep in I had agreed. I was not gonna have too much to drink, I wanted to be in co

Saturday was Greg's birthday and I had a surprise waiting for him later in the evening. He was slightly timid, which was unusual for a man over six feet tall. The most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. What made him more attractive was the fact he did not know how attractive he was. His cowboy rugged features stood out, his calm air of confidence surrounded his presence. No one would have ever guessed that beneath the surface was the most erotic, sensual and horniest man I had known. He rocked my world daily, and it was time for me to please his every fantasy.We were celebrating his forty-seventh birthday, although he did not appear more than thirty-five. I planned a very romantic evening calling him at work to meet me at the best restaurant in town. The atmosphere was perfect, wine, candlelight and nice dinner with a wonderful gift later. As we were finishing a friend of mine showed up, Francine. She was five-seven, long sandy blonde hair, large bust and curvaceous hips. A bod

My Avalanche couldn't go any faster as it topped out at 100 MPH. I didn't care about the cops and I didn't care about the other drivers. I didn't care about either because I was on a back road leading to aunt's house and there were neither other drivers nor cops for miles. My aunt, uncle, and cousin Tara lived in Maine in the small town of Clayton. I couldn't wait to see all of them. They were my favorite group of family by far. They were fun people who often through caution to the wind in order to have a good time. My uncle, John was one of my biggest influences throughout my entire life. He was a mountain of a man at just over 6'4 and a rock at just less than 300 pounds. He was the strongest man I had ever met in my life. My aunt, Judy was a gorgeous woman. She was a medium height of 5'5 and her 145 pounds gave her DD breasts, a great ass, and just enough extra fat to make her perfect in my eyes. Her face was not what you would call beautiful, with a semi-big nose and what some w