SEDUCING THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
My name is Bill and I lost my wife nearly 7 years ago in an auto accident. I am a rather normal looking guy, standing just over six feet and weighing 210 pounds with no outstanding features - not too attractive to women and most guys would not consider me a threat. Brown hair and blue eyes top off the package. I do have the ability to listen well and can build a woman's trust in little time at all. It is this ability that has gotten more women for me than anyone would ever guess I was capable of. But I do have my standards. Any woman I want to pursue must meet three prerequisites before I start the chase. They must be in need of comfort and or sex, and most all women are because of their significant other. Second, they must be intelligent, or have a great deal of common sense. Finally, the most important feature, they must be married. Not going steady or living with someone, but married. Less chance of them getting too attached to me. These things I hold above all but I have wavered or added to this list. This story is one such waiver.
Class started this summer semester evening and I was attending yet another college course. I enjoy learning and besides, the playing field is ripe with potential hot women. Sitting near the front I awaited the professor to arrive and start when I was startled to hear my name being called by a familiar voice.
"Bill, what are you doing here?"
Turning toward the voice my eyes came upon Diane, my daughter-in-law. She had married my son three years back and it was lust at first sight. She was indeed a looker and I wondered just how Robert (my son) had managed to land her. By nearly all male accounts, she was very attractive, standing about 5' 8", and weighing around 130 pounds. She had a smooth and creamy completion, straight light brown hair that fell partially down her back and a figure in the shape of a 34-24-35 hourglass. Her 34 C's move little when she walks and are always proud, crested by prominent nipples that seem always ready to burst forth from her top, no matter what she was wearing. Add this to the fact that the sum of the parts exceeded the parts themselves, and you have one fantastic looking lady. This evening she had selected a skirt of moderate length and print blouse that buttoned up the front.
Diane mover straight to me and opened her arms for a hug. Who was I to refuse as I rose to greet her? She moved with grace right into my arms and I found myself hugging her with a bit more than a casual embrace. Instead of moving back Diane moved closer and raised her lips, giving me a quick peek on the neck. Parting she immediately sat at my table. We were taking an Economics class and I knew the professor would require projects. Normally he assigned partners but the look I saw on his face told me she was my partner, like it or not.
Professor Hampton was a sly old man and he knew I had enough credits to graduate with nearly any degree I wanted. I just enjoyed going and he seemed to live vicariously on my class conquests. He did not know she was related until later. He apologized but I told him I was fine with her as my partner. Little did I know just how happy I would be?
Diane listened intently as Professor H told us all about what was expected this semester. He passed out the syllabus and the suggested reading list. Finally he passed out the major portion of our grade – the project. I glanced over the material and knew it would be no big deal, but to the novice it appeared to be very engaging. I noticed the look on Diane's face and knew she was worried. Her bright green eyes were wide with apprehension and, if I read her right, self doubt. I reached over and patted her hand and told her everything would be all right.
The first night was rather uneventful until near the end. After we were given the assignments for the entire semester, we were tasked with getting together to decide the particulars of the course and to determine study routines and so forth. Diane didn't say much during the evening until it was time to determine where we would study. I said we could go to my place and Diane agreed. I mentioned the library but she said my place would be better. She never mentioned us going back to her and Robert's place.
We established a game plan and decided to meet the following Wednesday evening, before class on Thursday. I knew from previous classes the content was important but the oral presentation would be the biggest portion. Our topic was given to us and we were released for the night.
Diane and I sat for a while discussing the topic, the rise and fall of some corporate business and how we would present it. My thoughts were moving along the line that this semester would not be going as planned. After all, she was my daughter-in-law so to speak. Diane sat close and her voice indicated she was excited about the class and working with me. My eyes moved along her smooth features as she talked and I was zoning out the rest of the world. Then I was tapped on the shoulder bringing me back to the classroom. Stan was standing with the same grin he always had, impish.
"So, what you think of the project?" he asked as his eyes never left Diane and the swell of her breast.
"Its can be done, with effort," I responded.
"Hi, my name is Stan. Bill never has been good at introducing the ladies."
"Hi Stan. I'm Diane and Bill is my."
"Her partner in this project", as I cut her off. "So Stan, I see you got in with Jenn once more. Guess another semester where you do no work and get an "A" for your time."
"Yeah. It's a talent. But then again, it also means this time I get only a grade, if you know what I mean."
Stan turned and walked away but not before grasping Diane's hand, telling her what a pleasure it was to have her in the class and for her to watch out for the partner she had. Thanks Stan - jerk.
"Nice guy. By the way, what did he mean about watching out for you? And about him only getting a grade this time?"
"Stan thinks I am here just to find dates and as for him, well, lets just say that Jenn is here just to get an education, and not mess around with the guys. She even filed a complaint against a classmate once for trying too hard to date her. She only wants an education and will do the entire project herself, and let Stan come along for the ride, if he doesn't try anything."
"And do I need to worry about you?"
"Well, that depends", I smiled and so did she.
Good old Stan. Here I was not even thinking in the vein he had suggested, but now that he had brought it up, well my eyes focused on Diane differently somehow. I watched her lips move as she spoke and watched the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. Once more my eyes rested on those breasts as they were trying to escape their confines. I felt the familiar stirrings within my slacks and had to adjust in my seat so the rise of the empire would not be noticed. As I moved I noticed a small gap in her blouse and of course my gaze turned into a probe as I mentally moved the material so that more and more flesh was showing. Previously, while swimming at my house, I had seen Diane in a small bikini. There was even the time her top had come off one of her breasts. She was very embarrassed but after covering herself it was I who had to leave the pool area before my growing appreciation for her would be seen. Add all this data together along with the actual flesh presently presenting itself, and it was having a profound effect on me. Was it hot in here, or was it me?
Diane continued to chat about the project and I was just half listening trying for all I was worth to not notice anything else sexual about her. I was beginning to gain the upper hand when she reached into her briefcase for a highlighter. The action caused her blouse to pull free from her skirt and a quick flash of lower back showed. Along with the view came the obvious, she was wearing a lacy thong as well. The material of her thong rose and so did my member. Diane squared back into her chair and as I started to shift my own position her gaze fell to my lap. No need to move now as she was looking at nearly a full erection straining to get out of the material encasing it.
Her words were slow and deliberate and her eyes slowly moved back up to the table. "Guess we need to wrap up for the night, right?"
Finally her eyes met mine and we both blushed a little. I held my gaze directly at her and the pressure was too much for her. She directed her eyes back down for another look and started to say something but I cut her off.
"Yeah, guess we have covered most of the main items for the next meeting. You sure you don't mind meeting at my house? I mean we can go somewhere else if you would like."
"No Bill, that's fine. Your house will be fine."
She got up then but her eyes were stealing glances at my crotch. I paused for as long as I could before I rose knowing that standing would only make my condition more evident. Turning my back to her quickly and letting my briefcase take care of the covering I turned toward her. Her eyes were still looking downward. Watching them rise I averted my eyes from meeting hers. No need to further the embarrassment.
Exiting the building we walked over to her car saying little. Finally arriving at the four year old Taurus we stopped and she fumbled for the key. I reached for and opened the door for her. She seemed apprehensive but moved to get in. One thing about a Taurus, the rise up into the car requires a considerable leg lift after you are in the seat. Try as she might, Diane's skirt rose when she did this. I turned my head quickly so she could adjust. I thought I detected a "Thank You" in her eyes when I looked back.
Just for my own self-assurance, I had to ask, "Are you going all the way?"
A strange expression came over her face and I realized where her thoughts were at for the moment.
"You know", I continued. "With the class. The professor didn't scare you too much did he?"
Diane took a deep breath, as if in relief. I watched carefully as her chest rose and fell.
"Well he did sound tough and I want to do well, especially with my first class."
"Tell you what," I said, "You stay in the class and give us your all. In return I'll guarantee that by the time the class is over, you'll be prepared for your future classes. Not to mention, you will have an "A" to start your academic career. What do you say?"
She paused and finally a beautiful smile came to her face, "It's a deal, but only because you gave me the guarantee. Thanks again Bill."
She cranked the car and drove away. I looked down and saw what I knew was there, a hard-on that was way out of proportion. Oh well, I thought as I went to my own car and drove into the night.
Wednesday night came and I cleaned up just a bit. No need to make the house look like a slob lived there, unless it was what was expected from the lady. Magazines were well placed and my impressive collection of Forum Magazine and Letters are put away. In their place I put a couple of good books about the mind and body, a couple of other mind altering things and then for humor I put out a Garfield and a Far Side collection.
Diane had been here before so I did not have to go to any additional troubles. After all, I was still in the mode of just studying and she was my partner, right? Thoughts of the previous meeting flooded to my head and without two minutes passing I was sporting a sizable hard-on. Great I thought. How do I cover this if she shows up early? As if on cue, the doorbell rang. One last look around as I approached the door. Standing on my side I ran my hand down inside my shorts and pushed until I at least had the thing running down my leg instead of sticking nearly straight out. Pleased, I opened the door.
Sure enough I answered the door and there she stood. Dressed in jeans and a loose fitting pull over top, she was still a vision. She smiled an innocent smile and made the comment that she hoped I had not done anything special to get ready for the evening and how much she appreciated me letting her use the place like this. As she spoke she moved in close for a friendly hug. I had not prepared for that and as she moved against me I am certain she felt the erection I had running down my leg. She smiled weakly and moved away. I averted my eyes, but not so much as not to see her look down at what she had felt. She nearly stared but I wisely elected to say nothing. Instead I told her it was my pleasure to have her over and that we could use the place as much as needed. I knew Robert's job had him working strange hours and that I had no such problem.
We sat at the dining room table so we could spread everything out. The project concerned the economic status and projection for a local company with an emphasis on what if scenarios. She had been busy and had all the information we would need for the project and I had much of the same. Different sources, so combined we had all the makings of an outstanding project.
"Guess we can get started", I said to her.
"Where do we start? She inquired. "It seems like such a large amount of work. I mean it seems almost too much."
"No big deal really. I know the professor. He is not all that tough."
She mumbled something but finally agreed. I got up from the table and offered her something to drink. So requested a Coke and as I brought it back out she still had that look on her face. I walked over and set the drink down and reached for her material. Accidentally my hand brushed her arm. She jumped.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," I said. She looked up at me and settled down. I pulled the materials out and began to look over what she had. I was amazed and pleasantly surprised.
"Well," I started, "we have a major problem here." I paused, waiting for her to say something.
"I knew it," she started, "Robert said I would never be able to do any of this. I just wanted to prove him wrong. Dammit. Now I've shown he was right."
"Hold on Diane. I said that only because I don't know how I'll be able to fit my information into this. You have covered every aspect that I thought of. Look here." I broke the two papers out side by side and sure enough, her ideas, while not as detailed as mine, were right along the same path.
"First thing we have to do here is get something straight, right up front. We are a team in this project, you and I. We are responsible for our grade as well as each other's as well. I can already tell you, I am very impressed with what I have seen so far."
"You really think so? It's just that Robert always tells me I can never do anything right. Guess it will take time before I think another way. But thanks, I really can use the encouragement."
"I'm sorry. I never figured Robert would have such thoughts."
Diane blushed, "It's me that should be sorry. Guess I shouldn't be telling you bad things about him. After all, he is your son."
"No need to apologize, really. But before you let my compliment go to your head, this can use some more work," I smiled at her.
She grinned back at me and stuck her tongue out, then said, "Yes Sir. Anything else Sir?"
For a moment I forgot all about her being related and at the last possible instant I caught myself. My eyes had been following every curve of her face and body and my tongue nearly did me in. What nearly spilled out was something like, "Yeah, take your clothes cause I want to fuck your brains out." Like I said, I did have to catch myself. Instead I just smiled and said, "I'm sure something will come to mind eventually."
Diane smiled back and had a sparkle I had seen only a couple of times in the past, like she was reading my mind and knew she had a power over me already.
The rest of the evening went smoothly as we passed information about our topic back and forth. Even when I touched her the next time she didn't jump. Guess she thought it was another accident. This time it was well planned. I watched for any indication of her resolve. None presented itself, so I filed the information back into the recesses of my mind for later use.
After we had accomplished all the work we could for the evening, we moved over to the living room and started to discuss other things. I asked her if she wanted another drink and this time she said yes, but a rum and coke. I rose to get her drink and I made it very weak. I did not want her driving home under the influence. I presented the drink to her and raised my own glass to her.
"Here's to a successful class project and a grand start to your college career."
"Thank you kind sir", she smiled.
I sat across from her and we began talking about nothing in particular. Finally I asked a question I was dying to know. "Diane, don't take this the wrong way, and this may sound really weird, but? Oh, what the hell. How in the world did Robert ever land a beautiful woman like you? I mean, he is my son, but throughout high school and Business College, he never came close to your league. How did he manage such a thing?"
She was shocked by the question to be sure, but she was also very aware of where I had come from – that I thought she was extremely hot. She looked over her glass as she took another sip before answering.
"Actually, I don't know to be honest. He asked me out and I found out later he had done so on a dare from his buddies. I guess since he was so sweet and tender that I gave myself over to the idea that I could love someone like him, and I do love him, but," she trailed off.
I sat for what seemed an eternity. Finally she looked up at me again and I detected a hint of moisture in her eye. I was not about to press her. But I got to my feet and came over to sit next to her on the sofa. My arm automatically went around her shoulder and she laid her head against my chest. Her perfume, which I had not noticed earlier, was very sensual and her posture allowed me to gaze down her blouse to where her breasts were nestled inside her bra. Nothing really showing, but the closeness caused me to respond quickly. Diane sensed my tenseness and I know her eyes moved downward as well. Still I held her close to offer any support she needed. Finally I moved away a little and spoke to her as sincerely as I could.
"Hey, if you do not want to talk about it, that's fine by me, but if you need or want a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen to you, then just know that I am here for you. Okay?"
"Thank you Bill. I really appreciate that. It's just, well, Robert just never seems to want me anymore. No mater what I say, or do, or suggest, he just doesn't seem to be interested. It is really frustrating. You know what I mean?"
Actually I did know what she meant. I heard it nearly every semester when I selected my target for the term. Neglected, under appreciated, and most of the time good-looking women just trying to understand what was wrong with them. Truth was it was not their problem, but rather their husbands. Just another reason I was successful with my conquests in school. Husbands who did not care enough to keep their women. This time was different however. It was my son who was neglecting his wife and this was not an average lady here, but rather an exceptional beauty trying to hold on to what she had.
Diane rested there for a little longer and finally moved away from me. "I know you have no answers for me, and I should never have said anything, but right now I consider you a friend more than my husbands father. I feel like I can trust you and that you might have some of the answers. Do you? Do you have some answers?"
"Actually, I am shocked. I can't imagine any man not paying attention to you, much less Robert. He always seemed so taken with you. Even when you two were dating he would come home, rave about your date, how much he liked you. I even heard him on the phone one night talking to his buddy about how he had, oh my, not exactly something to discuss here. Sorry."She looked shocked and puzzled. "What do you mean? What did he discuss? Please I need to know."
"Well", I paused long before continuing. "He was telling his friend how he had finally gotten his first woman. I'm sorry, I never should have mentioned it."
Diane sat silent for a long time. Finally she looked at me, tears on the brink as she rose from her seat. "I think I better go Bill. Thank you for having me over so we could work on the project. I'll see you in class next week, Okay?"
I got up and followed her to the door. I had no idea of what to say or do. I stood in the doorway as she walked to her car, got in and drove off to home. I had no idea what I might have just done, but I figured I would need another partner for the class. No doubt in my mind, Diane would drop the class now.
The following Thursday I arrived at the class about 30 minutes early. I did not want a partner, but if I had to have one, I would talk to the Professor about who might be available. Who ever it was would determine if I was going to get laid this semester.
I had barely sat down when Diane came in. Nothing special in her clothing, just the jeans were a bit tighter than any I had ever seen her wear. Her blouse was similar to the last class meeting but the buttons seemed to be a bit further apart. Without hesitation she came directly over to my area and sat down at my table. Our classroom had the student style tables designed for two people. I always make sure I am on the left side of the table. Most people think it is because I am left handed. Truth is, I sit on the left because when a woman sits next to you, and if she is wearing a woman's button style top, the buttons are placed so that if skin will show, it will do so from that side.
Sure enough, she sat and the first thing I was greeted with was her smile. She seemed to be radiating. After she spoke she turned her attention to the front of the class and the second thing I saw was the majority of her right breast. Sitting all nice and pretty in a lacy scoop style bra. All pink and begging to be adored. She turned her attention back to me and asked how I was feeling.
"Not nearly as good as it appeared you," I said. "Then again, my day got a whole lot better about two minutes ago."
She smiled warmly. "Thank you. That was meant for me, right?"
"Yes it was," I returned the smile.
The class material was boring and the entire evening would have been a bust except for the warm smiles I continued to get from Diane and the very nice quick glimpses Diane continued to give me of her beauty. I had a minor erection the majority of the night and once I caught her looking down toward my lap. I flexed my buns a bit and caused my growing erection to leap at the front of my pants, causing a quick tent effect and then a downward sinking. I watched as the blood rushed to her face and turned my head just before she caught me watching her.
Class was finally released and she gathered her materials quickly. I didn't know if she was trying to avoid me, or make sure she could leave when I did. My answer came when she stood at the same time as I did and fell in stride next to me for the walk out.
The evening was still very warm and the small amount of breeze from earlier in the day had ceased. We approached her car she asked if I would like to get in and talk. "About the project," she added quickly. I closed the door after her, went to the passenger side, and got in. She started the car and turned on the a/c to get it cool, then started in about her day and how she had been looking forward to the class.
I was a bit shocked by her approach. One thing for sure, I had totally misjudged her.
"So tell me oh man of sage wisdom, just how much time will this project take you think?"
"Actually," I began, "the project can take as little or much time as you would like. We do have an advantage over some of the class. I know what the Prof. looks for in his presentations and his papers. He always has the paper presented by only one of the students from the team, and I think you should make it. What do you think?"
She was stunned. "I don't know. I mean, what if I blow it. I'm not very good at things like that. You heard me that first night. I could barely get my name out with looking at a cheat sheet. Besides, if you know him so well, won't he expect you to present?"
"Probably. Then again, when you present he will mark it down as a sign of your talents. He knows me very well. He also knows that I have a 4.0 average right now. He will expect me to want to take control of the group to ensure that average. But with you, well it would be an unknown, a virtual shock for his system. Then when you make the presentation flawlessly, our grade will be assured. What do you say? Are you up to it?"
Diane smiled. "I can't believe you would trust me with something so important. It could mean so much to you. It could even cost you so much, not to mention your average. No one has ever trusted me with something like this. Thank you."
With the comment she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. A soft sweet kiss to be sure, but one that can have so much read into it.
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "That was a mistake." She backed away over to her side of the car quickly.
"Don't apologize to me. I can't remember a sweeter kiss of appreciation. It does however, make me wonder what would happen if I suggested you write the paper as well."
With that I smiled a big broad smile at her. She looked at me and cracked right back. "You dirty dog. You're using me to get out of work, aren't you?"
"Guilty as charged."
She settled back in her seat and appeared to be settled. I wasn't. My cock was straining against the material of my pants and I was glad the parking lot was as dark as it was. No telling what would have happened if she had seen how her little affectionate kiss had affected me. Instead she asked when we needed to get together to begin putting the paper in order. Again I led her in.
"I hate to sound like a broken record. But if you're presenting, and I still think you should, and if you're not as comfortable as you would like to be; the sooner we get the paper finished the more time we can have for you to practice the presentation. I am available most any night, or on the weekends. I'm taking a light load this semester so my calendar is pretty much free."
Diane thought for a moment and spoke, I think we should start tomorrow night, for a couple of hours and see how it goes. Then as the time draws nearer for the presentation, we can play it by ear. What do you say?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. So where do you want to meet tomorrow night, and when?"
"You pick this time," she stated.
"Well, I say my place at 6:30, but so you don't have to drive, I'll pick you up at 6:15."
Diane thought for a moment and finally said, "Yes, yes, and yes."
"What does that mean?" I queried.
"YES to your place, YES to 6:30 and YES to picking me up at 6:15. Actually, since Robert is working the night shift this week, we are limited only by how much you want to give me."
"I'll pick you up at 6:15, at your place, we'll stop and get a quick bite and then back to my place for a study session. And tell you what, bring a suit and if you are a good girl and work real hard, maybe we can take a dip in the Jacuzzi as a reward. What do you say?"
"Sounds like more fun than work, but I am in your hands. If you say we can do it, then I am all for it."
"It's settled then, see you tomorrow night at your place", I said as I reached over to grasp her hand to say good-bye for the evening.
We smiled at each other and then I got out of her car and walked over to my own. She drove off and beeped the horn in farewell. Damn, what a position I am getting myself into I thought as I got into the car and drove home. Tomorrow was going to be very interesting indeed.
The time was 6:00 and I was already pulling into the parking lot of Robert and Diane's apartment complex. I had expected more traffic than I actually ran into so I got there ahead of schedule. I was a little surprised to see her car already there as well. I knew she worked someplace and had just thought she would be getting there right with me. I parked next to her car and went to the door.
After knocking the second time I heard her voice ask, "Who is it?"
"The big bad wolf."
She opened the door with a big smile and my eyes nearly came out of my head. Her skirt was short and relatively tight and the blouse was a loose button down the front. The small mark on her back indicated a very thin bra and the lack of a panty line on her skirt said either thong style or no panties at all. Her heels, while not overly long, were at least 2 ½ inches and put just the right amount of elevation to add pressure to her calves making them even firmer looking. This lady was definitely hot and if I didn't know any better I would say she was looking for some action from someone, I just did not know who. Next to me was an attractive and bright woman. One who appeared would be willing to do most anything for her man, if he asked. Yet, here she was, about to go to dinner with me, then back to my house, into my Jacuzzi and then who knows where else.
We drove to a restaurant on the outskirts of town, casual sort of place known for good food, quiet atmosphere, and a bit on the dark side. All would be to my advantage since Diane was already turning me on without even trying. We were shown to a spot near the back and as I followed the hostess and Diane I couldn't help but notice just how nice her skirt was stretched. The length was near perfect for her as it highlighted her legs without being too short. I pulled the chair for her and she sat. The skirt was shorter than I thought as it barely covered her upper thighs. Damn what a sight. Reluctantly I moved to my own chair and sat.
The conversation while not tense was not as free flowing as I had hoped. Then when the waiter came, Mike was his name, Diane requested a glass of wine. I know my capacity so I ordered one as well. The admiration was evident from Mike as he tried to gaze down her blouse and then at her legs. I knew we would have excellent service this evening. Diane noticed it also and grinned when he left to get the wine. Our wine was brought quickly and we sipped and then began to talk about the class, college in general and life.
I was surprised when before we finished our appetizers that she requested another wine. Mike was happy to oblige and returned even quicker than before. A little harmless flirting went on between them, the eyes mostly. Dinner was served along with another glass of wine and it was becoming evident that she was already feeling the effects. Her laughter became more frequent and even got a bit louder. The forth glass brought something I would never have imagined from the sweet young thing. When Mike brought the glass she began talking to him as if I were not there. She held his eyes with her own and he was released only when her hand moved to her blouse and she began toying with the top button. As if by accident the button went through and the opening grew by a good bit. From his vantage point I am sure he had a good eyeful of her beauties. She then brought the glass to her lips and made the perfect pouty face as she started to drink. He was spellbound. Finally she began to set the glass down but her eyes moved to his crotch. Sure enough, following her lead I did so as well and found I was looking at a growing erection. Obviously Mike had enjoyed the sights she was giving.
She looked up to his eyes and then to me, "Looks like I better stop drinking. Everything seems to be getting bigger."
I could have been pushed over with a feather and Mike made a quick exit from the table. Dinner was over. Mike brought our bill and I tipped him well, even at Diane had tipped him all night.
I held on to her as we returned to the car and this time when she got in I did not avert my eyes. Her entry into the car was not that ladylike and the darkness did little to hide the lacy panties she wore beneath her short skirt. Obviously she was feeling little modesty.
Most people sleep when they get too much to drink, Diane was an exception to this rule. Instead the night air made her want to talk. Nothing of earth shaking magnitude, but politics, sports, and the local unemployment rate were all mentioned on the ride home. I rode nearly in silence and on occasion looked over at the legs showing. She had also toyed with another button on her blouse and it too had released its hold. Her matching lacy bra was visible most of the time so by the time we arrived home I was having difficulty hiding my arousal.
Finally we arrived. We stood at the door while I attempted to unlock and she began to move closer until she made contact and then sort of brushed up against me. I could feel her softness against my flesh but remained focused on the task of getting her inside. Once the door closed behind us Diane seemed to become all business like and commented if we were going to get started on the project now or wait for a while. I figured it would be a good time for her to sober some and possibly get some of the work done.
"Let's do it now, then see how far we can get."
She had started to break the materials out for our study and presentation. With the additional light over the table I could see how thin the material of her blouse was. I tend to have the temperature in my place down lower than some people would like it, and this was the case with Diane. It was plain to see how the temperature was affecting her. Her breasts had firmed before my eyes and her nipples were poking out like small cannons.
Before I sat next to her she looked up and ask, "Can I get something to drink perhaps?"
"Sure, what would you like?"
"A bourbon, straight up would be nice."
I shot her a glance and she said it was OK, she had a designated driver and besides, I was to only give her one more. Something about she needed to relax if we wanted to get any work done. I fixed the drink for her and made myself a very weak bourbon and coke. I brought it over and sat it next to her on the dinning table. I paused for a little too long while I was looking at her body and it was at that time she decided to look up.
"What are you looking at Bill?" I began the way I normally do with someone, no matter who it is.
"I live by one simple rule Diane. I think one shouldn't ask a question unless they really want the answer. It's easy to follow and means there is little chance for surprises. So before I answer, I'll give you the option to decide if you want an answer. That also holds true from here on out. Understand?"
She sat in silence for a brief moment before answering. "All right. So, what were you looking at?"
I gave her my best boyish grin, "I was looking over a very beautiful woman and wondering what I would say if I was caught looking."
"You've got to be kidding. Right?"
"No. On the contrary, I find you very beautiful and I figured that sooner or later you would catch me looking. You just caught me sooner than planned."
Diane sat up straight and laughed out loud. It made me feel better to hear it, and to think she was of the opinion that I had only said it for effect. Regardless, the ice was broken and maybe we could get down to some work.
We ended up sitting next to each other and very close I might add as we worked on the presentation. The longer I sat there the more her perfume assailed my senses. I found out later it was Opium and she wore it very well. I did notice on a couple of occasions she shifted in her seat and with each movement her skirt was working its way up higher and higher. She seemed not to notice. I noticed enough for both of us.
We had been at it about 45 minutes when her knee brushed up against me under the table. She mentioned a quick sorry, but didn't move too far away. I stammered something about not mentioning it and within 5 minutes it happened again. This time there was no apology and the contact was not stopped. I knew then that the alcohol was having a profound effect on her.
"Would you like something else?" I asked.
She didn't even hesitate. "Yes I would."
I got up from the table to go to the kitchen. She said nothing so I turned to inquire. "What I would really like is," she paused for what seemed an eternity, "is a neck and shoulder rub. Think I could get one of those from the bartender?"
My heart stopped beating right on the spot. I had wanted to touch her for some time, but did not want to risk it. Now she was asking for my touch and I feared the impact my touch may have on both of us. My mind was racing but my feet had plans already in motion as I moved behind her.
I drew a silent and deep breath then brought my hands to my mouth and blew hot air on them. This would increase their temperature so as not too be such a shock. My right hand made contact first, lightly touching down on her neck right next to her ear. I then brought my left hand down to the same spot on the other side. I began a small circular motion from the bottom of her ear to the top of her shoulder. Nothing special, but it became obvious quickly it was something she never got at home. I applied a bit more pressure after a couple of minutes and then went up to her ear lobe and began to massage it between my index finger and thumb. Her soft moan indicated her pleasure.
My hands then moved back down to her shoulders and began to work the flesh as if it were dough. The loose collar of her blouse allowed some entry, but not much. Still I worked until my fingers were nearly completely under the material. Lifting the flesh and working it and then scooping up another portion. Diane was really enjoying the attention and the pressure. I on the other hand was beginning to show my pleasure from having my hands on her. Looking ahead, I could she her reflection in the window. It was good enough to see her eyes were closed and the sounds she was making told me of her enjoyment.
Ever weary of the clock I watched the seconds and minutes tick by as my hands worked on her yielding flesh. Softly and slowly my hands worked until they were fully under the material of her blouse. Tempting fate and time I allowed my right hand to dip further down her front than before and began to apply pressure to her pectoral area. Still her eyes did not open. I could go no further than that however because of the remaining buttons still in place. I worked around it as much as I could, but without forcing my hand down the front of her blouse, I had reached my limit. As for my other hand, it had run aground about her clavicle area.
I was pondering what my next move could be when she stiffened as if an area had been struck without her consent. She spoke about wanting something else to drink and stood as if she were going to look for it. Then she turned and indicated she was heading to the bathroom. As she walked away I couldn't help but notice her legs. They were sculpted out of the finest materials. Smooth in appearance and well maintained. A firmness that said exercise was a staple in her life. The end of her skirt had a small slit and I for one always found that to be very exciting. Revealing just a hint of the forbidden fruit that hid beneath. All the stimulation from my eyes, nose, ears and hands were bombing me with input and the message was being received all too well. My cock was rising and there was no way to hide the evidence when she returned.
As she disappeared into the hall, my mind raced as to what was expected. Would she want me to continue? What about my hands on her flesh beneath the area where I was suppose to stop? How would I hide my erection, sticking out like a red flag? All the questions and no answers would come forth. Just then I heard the door to the bathroom open and before she made an appearance, she spoke about wanting a coke on ice. That was my department so the preparation was underway by the time she sat back down in the chair she had left.
had her Coke and upon returning she spoke, "I hope my little break didn't tell you I wanted you to stop with the massage. It so, you were told wrong. I'd like for you to continue. If you don't mind that is."
I was glad her back was to me as she made her statement. Had she been looking my direction she could have seen the broad smile as it crossed my lips. I put the drink down for her and started again, nearly the same as before. As my fingers worked their way under the edge of her blouse, I detected something was different. The resistance previously noted seemed to be gone. As my fingers went slowly down in the front again, I moved closer and glanced down. I nearly stopped in mid stroke. Diane had undone the button on her blouse that had prevented my going further. I was stunned to say the least. To make sure my imagination was not running away with me, I moved my hands back to her shoulders and began to work the flesh there. Working the material made it clear that the tightness of the blouse was gone. She had made the first step, even if it was a small one. My fingers returned to the flesh on the front side of her chest and worked the area very well.
"That feels so good. You have exactly four hours to stop what you are doing."
Diane was really getting lost in the massage. Her knees, which were previously held tightly together, were falling apart at the end of her skirt. This released tension in her knees was having a profound effect on her skirt as it began to slowly rise. Within minutes the material had risen, allowing her mid thigh to show. A very appealing sight to say the least. I glanced up at the clock again. She had been here a little over an hour.
Taking a symbolic deep breath, my fingers went further into her blouse, coming within an eyelash of touching her lacy bra and breast it held in check. I listened intently. Her sharp intake of breath told me she wanted me to, while at the same time, she felt guilty. My fingers never stopped, but they went no further than this first invasion. Gradually she began to relax and as she did my fingers dipped again. This time on either side of her breasts, still not touching them. Her breath drew in again, but not nearly as severe. She then began to squirm in the chair a bit. Still no absolute resolve as to what was happening or her full consent.
A soft moan came to my ears. I looked once more toward her reflection in the glass and saw a contented gaze upon her face. My eyes traveled downward and found her legs spread about as far apart as her skirt would allow. My own self-restraint was nearly gone when reality struck home.
This was my daughter-in-law. I was on the verge of having cheat on my son, with me. What a fool I was thinking like this? My hands stopped their movement and I removed them from her blouse. She opened her eyes.
"What's wrong Bill? Did I say or do something to offend you? If so, I'm sorry. Please don't stop on my account."
"I think it best, for my sake. Remember that first night in class when Stan said to watch out for me? Well, this is what he meant. Excuse me, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
I went to my room and began to freshen up. Cool water to the face and a stern look in the mirror. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Damn, are you so disrespectful that you can fuck your own daughter-in-law? What kind of a freak are you anyway?"
Finally I was under control and I went back out to face Diane and ask her to forgive me. "Diane, I don't know what?" I paused. She was nowhere to be seen. I looked in the bath area and no one was there. I went down the hall to the adjoining rooms and no one. I was about to worry that maybe she was so upset that she had set out walking home. Then my ear picked up a familiar sound. The jets were running in the Jacuzzi.
I looked out the back door and sure enough Diane was in the water with her back to me. Opening the door and walking out brought the warmth of the night to my face. Moving slowly forward I approached the water and noticed it was on high. The water was churning at a furious pace and she was submerged to her neck. Finally within easy listening distance she turned toward me and grasped the two glasses on either side of her. Raising them she spoke once again.
"I brought us something to drink. I think you can use it. Here", she offered.
I leaned down and took the glass. Raising it to my lips my nose told me it was most likely straight bourbon. I looked Diane in the eye and brought the glass to my lips. One shot and it was all down the hatch. I was surprised when she did the same. The concern on my face must have shown.
"Don't worry Bill, your drink was bourbon, mine was mostly coke. I know I have limitations and I want to make sure my head is clear from here on out. Well, are you coming in or are you going to make me wait here all night?"
I rose to leave, my thoughts going crazy. Did I need to join her? Could I trust myself in the water with her? After what I had already done, was this her way of getting back at me? I just didn't know.
"Bill, I know you wear boxers, you do not need a suit. Just come on in."
The alcohol must be affecting me for I turned around and began to undo my slacks. Reaching for the zipper I pulled it down and let my pants fall. For the moment I was not fully erect, but did have a slight one building. I kicked off my shoes, grabbed my socks and pulled them off as well. My shirt came off quickly as did my t-shirt. I stood before Diane and walked gingerly toward the water. I watched her eyes as they dropped to my growing member, then she looked into my eyes once more. I was nearly all the way in the water when I realized she had not changed into her suit, if she had one. She moved toward me and I could see she had on her lacy matching set of undies. They were completely worthless so far as covering her up. Her nipples, the ones I had seen a couple of times in the flesh and hundreds of times as they became erect, were poking through like there was no tomorrow. Just then the timer on the jets ended and the water settled. Immediately my eyes focused on her thong panties. A transparent little wisp of material that indicated she had recently shaved her mound of Venus.
My expression was confused and it should have been. Diane took that as her cue and moved closer to me. I was about to exit the water when she all but lunged at me, her arms going around my neck. She held me in place until the rest of her caught up. My arms automatically went around her and when we both stopped moving our lips were within inches of each other. My right hand was on her shoulder, but my left hand had settled on her lower back. The firmness was incredible and my fingers inched further along toward the lacy top of her thong. I felt her pelvis move against mine but I was having trouble realizing if it was my action of hers that had caused it. What I did know was my erection was going at full mast and she had to feel it against her.
"You know, we are close to crossing a fine line. I just want to make sure that this is what you want. If the answer is no, or you're not sure, please say so now. I find you too damn attractive to be able to stop shortly. Are you sure this is what you want?"
The pause was like an eternity and I was about to pull my hand away from her lower back. She hesitated and that much time indicated she was uncertain. A deep sigh moved across her lips as she raised her hand, touched my arm just above my own hand and pushed my hand back onto her lower back and beyond. My hand crawled a bit lower and met the fleshy portion of her rear. Her skin was so soft and yet so firm. I was near heaven and couldn't have stopped if I had to.
Finally I moved forward and whispered, "May I kiss you?"
She never said anything, but her head moved up and down slightly. Our eyes closed as our lips touched. The charge from her was incredible. Within seconds I felt her passion build and release itself upon me. The amount of pent up emotion and sexual energy was about to come forth.
We rose as one from the water and made our way over to a large queen size inflatable mattress I used in the water. I eased her down and stretched out next to her. Our eyes locked once more and then she caught my mouth in a death grip. I had planned on moving down to her breast and sampling those lovely crested hills, but could not. So my hand was used instead as I trailed slowly down her body and came to rest on her breast. Moving to the rear, I pulled on the material and deftly worked the catch, releasing her from the confines of her wet bra.
I stretched out my fingers and they instinctively moved over her tender morsels, working around the lacy cups of her bra and then brushing atop the globe of her flesh. She released her kiss and her breath drew in once more. She held it as if trying to make the sensation last forever. The flesh beneath my fingers was as firm as I had ever felt. As my hand moved over the surface of her bra that still clung to her wet body. I felt her nipple protruding through the material, begging for attention. My right hand began to envelop her breast, while my other hand began to move on the soft half moon of her rear. My fingers worked slowly with her flesh while I moved my mouth next to her neck and began to plant tiny kisses along the smooth flesh I found there.
Slowly I worked the wet bra until it was off her breast. When she felt the material give way, she shuddered and began to withdraw. I in-turn moved my hand back up her back and prevented her from pulling too far away. Finally she began to breathe normally and I released her from my capture. Her lips returned to mine as her tongue began a race to see who could master the other first. Knowing she was no longer trying to pull away my hand returned to her front and a rapid trip to the beautiful breast I had just released. Tenderly I cradled it in my hand and I could feel and hear her moan of approval. Catching the nipple between my index finger and thumb I gave it a little tweak. Not to hurt, but more of trying to get a reaction. Still she would not release my mouth. It was if Robert didn't enjoy kissing this impassioned woman and I was the lucky one getting to catch her up.
Eventually she released my mouth and began to moan rather loudly. I then went down her neck and ended up with her nipple in my mouth. I lavished the morsel with my tongue and continued to alternately suck on it. From just having the tip of the nipple in my mouth, to trying to fit as much as possible inside, I sucked softly and sometimes not so softly. I could tell she liked it a bit on the rough side, but I still had to be careful as not to mark her in some way. Even as I used my tongue to travel around the nipple and the surrounding aureole, I felt her spasm and the flesh near my mouth grew to larger proportions. Finally I left her breast and began to travel downward again. I found a personal favorite spot of mine, the navel. I played around the edges with my tongue and dipped in a couple of times. I don't know why, but I really get off on this little used orifice.
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it traveled over her body. It came to rest on her foot and I began to stroke her toes. She seemed to enjoy it, even if she didn't know why. Then my fingers curled on the end and I brought my nails into play on her leg. Dragging them along, slowly back up, plotting a line between her fabulous legs.
As I neared her knees, she had to make a decision, whether to admit she wanted to continue or for me to stop. If her knees stayed together, I would not force her. She had to go into this with her eyes open, as well as her legs. A little higher and I felt her thighs on both sides of my hand. Not a good sign. Her mind was still struggling with her rising passion and her desire to remain faithful. Just as I was about to retrace my path and remove my hand completely, her legs began to part, slowly, ever so slowly. Almost as if she were not aware of the action and her body was betraying her.
Finally I began to retrace the path, back up her legs. I could feel her squirm on the mat and I chanced a look at her face. Her eyes were shut tight, not wanting to know what was happening or with whom, just a release of the passion and lust she had building within her. I returned to her nipple and started to suck gently on the morsel as my hand reached her upper thigh. Slowly back down I traced the same path and with each return I went higher and higher. Finally I could feel the heat coming from her. Pausing once more I stretched my fingers out to make first contact with the crotch of her panties. It was a virtual pool of sticky wetness. Once I reached the ultimate goal, she took in a deep breath and pulled my head down even harder on her breast.
"Oh my God," she moaned. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm so bad. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't. Really, I shouldn't."
My hand then pressed harder into her and the material of her thong gave way to a superior force. I stabbed at her drenched pussy with my finger. Working the material of her panties into her twat and rubbing until her clit stuck out, looking for action.
Diane moved her entire body on the mat while spreading her legs further apart. The action left her fully exposed to my assault. She was mine to do with as I pleased, but I wanted to have her enjoy this as well. My hand began to trace imaginary patterns in the front panel of her panties, moving around her lips and darting slightly inside the drenched material.
Her breathing was nearing a dull roar now and her legs were moving to and fro. Then I brought my hand to the top edge of the flimsy material and inserted a finger and then two under the elastic and pushed back to the spot I was on the outside. I swear I could feel the steam coming from her. It was incredible and the wetness reminded me of a wet dream I had once. I ran my finger around the outer lips of her pulsing gnash, teasing her. She began to moan louder and her lower body began to move on the mat again, bucking upward each time I moved over her wetness, as if trying to get me inside her. I was afraid she would bound off the mat onto the concrete be hurt, but still I teased.
"Please," she was begging. "Please put it in me. Don't tease me. Please."
Taking my middle finger on a search mission, I pushed inside her panties and found the lips of her vagina were wide open. Almost as if she had already been had by a monster cock. I no longer teased the outer lips, but now was running circles on the inside of her, but only about a quarter inch deep. Each time I came around to the front I would cross over her clit. It was standing proud like a roadblock. Each pass and it would bend over, only to pop back up. It also seemed to be growing longer with each pass.
"God. Please. Don't. Don't make me beg. I need it in me. Please do it."
I knew what she wanted, but I couldn't help but press her a bit more. "What do you want my daughter? Tell me. What do you want me to do? I want you to say it. Tell me what you want little girl?"
She was resisting telling me, but I continued to press my obvious advantage. "I want you to tell me Di. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock in your cunt now? Are you wet and waiting for me? Is your little pussy ready for me? Tell me. I want to hear you say it. I want to watch you mouth say the magic words. Tell me you want your daddy to fuck you. Tell me."
Without waiting for an immediate answer I began to push my finger into her dripping cunt a centimeter at a time. I was amazed at the amount of wetness. She seemed to be made of liquid.
Finally she spoke with a softness I could barely make out. "Yes. I want you to put it in me. Please. I need it now. Put it in me."
It was obvious this little lady was in heat but didn't want to say it so I moved between her legs and began to dry hump her. Her eyes opened and she began to look distraught. This was not what she had in mind.
"Tell me want you want you little cunt. Tell your daddy you want him to fuck you. Tell me what a bad girl you have been. Tell me."
Her eyes appeared to be confused. She really didn't know what I wanted. As I moved my head back to look at her, I knew this position would not be the best so I moved back up and began to kiss her again. She was still as hot as before when it came to our kisses. Moving closer to her wetness, she began to squirm, trying to bring us together, but I held back. Once I was in a position to accomplish the feat, I began to rise to my feet and lifted her with me. Our mouths never lost their contact and after I was totally upright and she was safely in my arms I moved toward the house and my bed. I kicked on the door and it opened. Once inside I eased her down on the top of the covers. As she relaxed our lips fell apart and I rose back to my full height.
Her eyes were wide open as I moved my hands to the outer edges of her drenched panties. I pushed my fingers under the edge and before I used any force, her hips were already raising off the bed. I pulled them down slowly, allowing my fingers to glide across the flesh of her legs.
Now it was my turn. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of my boxers I pushed them to the floor. Going back to my full height, it made my cock look smaller than it really is. A proud eight inches with an enlarger head, sticking out with an upward tilt. I could be used as a towel hanger in an emergency, but not tonight. I moved quickly to the bed and stretched out next to her.
"Is this what you want?" I asked. Her eyes had not left my cock. No answer. My hand found hers and moved to my stiff member. Once there she gingerly took over. Her fingertip came into contact first. She trailed the softest touch around the head and eventually tried to reach her hand around the shaft and found she could not. I am not that large, but her hands would be perfect for a porno movie. Short little fingers that would make any cock appear larger than it was, especially on camera.
Diane appeared to be fascinated by the head of my cock. Time and again she brought her fingers to the tip and moved them around. With the contact my cock would often react with a throb or a pulse. Then without any request from me she moved around so she could take me in her mouth. It was a move I had not expected. She began to use her tongue the same way her fingers had moved earlier. Swirling around the head, dipping under the rim of my helmeted cock, she brought shivers to my entire body. Her tongue was in motion again as it went down my entire shaft and lightly moved on my scrotum and stabbed at my balls. She was on all fours and the aroma that hit my nose was one of mustiness and a hint of some perfume.
I had been watching her as she licked my cock and nuts, but finally moved my gaze to the beautiful ass that was so close to me. I moved my legs apart. As she adjusted to continue making contact, I moved also and brought my tongue close to her steaming pussy. As her head moved to the top of my shaft again, I brought my tongue into play and speared her lovely little hole on the first shot. The juice I found was as sweet as it was fragrant. My action took her by surprise and occurred, as she was about to take me in her mouth. The suddenness of my spearing her pussy caused her to move quicker than she had planned and she nearly gagged on my cock. She backed off and then used her tongue to bath as much of my cock as she could. I resumed my own probing of her slippery hole and even trailed up to flick across her bum hole. She reacted to that, but quickly resumed her tongue bath. grabbed her leg and moved it on the other side of my head, giving me the proper angle to really work her cunt over. I waited for her to resume her ministrations to my cock before I dove into her snatch. I didn't have to wait but a couple of seconds. She was taking more and more of my cock and when I grabbed the checks of her ass and spread them wide and pushed my tongue to the limit into her pussy, she made a strange noise and then almost stopped her action. I had found her weakest and hottest spots. I began to lap at her watering hole with renewed frenzy. With each pass her clit pointed out and showed me the way. Within 90 seconds she was moaning in ever increasing intensity as she reached her first orgasm for the evening. From the first hint of her climax, I was nearly drowned by her fluid, and when she peaked it was a real waterfall. I didn't stop however. I sensed she was on the verge of an even larger explosion and continued to lap at her inner walls and trying my best to capture her clit with my tongue. Just as I was thought I had misread her, she stopped her actions on my cock and her entire body began to tremble.
"Oh my god. Oh my. Oh fuck. Oh. Fuck. I'm. Oh. Oh. Oh god I'm coming. Fuck, I'm coming. Oh my goodness, I'm coming."
With that she buried her face into the bed covers and was almost screaming. I had never experienced any woman having such a violent reaction to an orgasm. I also thought she had juiced me before, but discovered the error of my thinking. I had seen movies where women have fluid coming from them, but always thought it was a trick of the camera or a break in the action where the actress had inserted something into her cunt to let it run out. I guess there is a possibility I was wrong there also. When Diane's last orgasm struck her, I was cover in her juices. My entire face looked and felt like a glazed donut. I had her juices running into my nose, mouth, and even my ears. What an experience.
As Diane finally regained some of her faculties, she moved off of me and looked in my direction. The look on her face was unmasked lust. She reached over and began playing with my cock once more, her eyes never leaving mine.
"I've never experienced anything like that before in my life. I have often wondered what I have been missing, and now I know. That was wonderful."
My chest swelled with pride as I could tell she was telling the truth. You can't fake what happened to her.
"You're pretty incredible yourself," I said, "and it isn't over yet, no way."
With the comment I pulled away from her and she watched as I positioned myself between her legs. It was almost as if she had forgotten me. I understood since it had probably happened to her most of her entire sex life. For her to get off first was a new experience for her. She smiled up at me as she rolled to her back. I prefer a little variation in my fucking, but figured it was better to break her in slowly. Her legs spread wide before I could even get into position. On my knees, my cock sticking straight out from my body, a beautiful woman was laying before me ready to accept my gift. What more could I ask for?
I knew as wet as she was, and the fact that I am not graced with a massive amount of meat between my legs, that it would be a loose fit, but for the third time during the evening, I was wrong again. I was correct about the wetness, but the tightness was incredible. As my cock hovered over the top of her vaginal entrance, I looked into her face. Her eyes were staring at my cock. From her angle my magnificent eight probably appeared larger. I grabbed a handful and moved it over her clit area. The contact made her squirm. She was still charged for another go.
Grabbing a pillow and putting it under her ass brought her to the proper height and angle. My meat was ready and as I pressed against her flesh, her lips opened just enough to allow my entrance. Once the head was in I moved slowly but firmly until I knew she would be able to take it all without any discomfort at all. Then without warning she reached out and grabbed my ass in her hands and pulled. Caught off guard I fell into her, but my cock seemed to know the territory very well and ended up being buried to the hilt. Diane held onto my ass and began to work her own magic dance with her hips, grinding them into me and gripping my cock with each movement. She was like a woman possessed. Her legs wrapped around my middle and she wouldn't let go. Sawing around as if she were trying to pull my shaft out by the roots. Her muscles were working overtime and I felt myself being milked as if attached to some machine. I looked down and her face was contorted in some shape unknown to me before. Thrashing about, her breasts moving all over her chest and her pussy rising up to meet me. All I had to do was remain as steady as I could and let her do the rest.
I could tell from the way she was moving she was bringing my shaft against her clit on nearly every gyration she was performing and it was only a couple of minutes before I felt my own climax building. Just as I was about to lose it, she moaned again and spoke as if in an unknown tongue.
"I'm there," she announced, and as she did so her pussy gripped me with such a force I had trouble getting my nuts off. Her vise like grip caused me to build pressure and when I was allowed to release a stream of jism, that is what it was, a stream. I could feel my spunk coming out in a rapid squirt fashion and knew if I were doing it by hand, I could have made a porno camera crew proud. It was at that moment Diane reached another plateau and cut off my last couple of squirts. It wasn't until she relaxed a little before the ends of my own orgasm could be reached. It was as close I ever want to come to blue balls. The pressure and the sensation were almost unbelievable and when release finally did come, it was almost like another orgasm for me. Diane felt it too and looked at me rather strangely.
We were both exhausted. Her legs released me and she collapsed to the bed right beside me. As unromantic as it sounds I glanced at the clock. We had been going at it for nearly two hours, non-stop. I knew she had to get ready to go soon, but I wanted her to remember me for the rest of the night. I kissed her again on the lips for a good couple of minutes and then let my hands begin another exploration of her body. They traveled all over her. From her face to her neck, down to her magnificent breasts and on down to her tight, wet pussy. I played with the wetness in her hairs guarding her passage to heaven. Then I gently entered a single finger into the opening. Finding her clitoris, which wasn't difficult, I began to massage it, causing it to stiffen and expand. I looked down for confirmation and found my cock was at the ready again. As I applied more pressure to her wet pussy, her legs began to open wide again for another invasion. I brought my lips back to hers and kissed her deeply while my finger went further into her vagina. Finally I moved to her ear and whispered for her to roll over. Diane didn't hesitate one moment. She rolled over and awaited my next command. I moved between her legs and grabbed her at the hips and pulled upward so she ended up on all fours. We were perfectly matched for a back door entry.
I moved forward and pressed my cock against her wet snatch. Diane began to moan in anticipation. Slowly I put my shaft into her. Pushing forward until the entire length was inside her. My motion was a slow and methodical one as I went in all the way and withdrew almost completely. Then my rhythm and speed began to increase. Slowly at first, then increasing in leaps and bounds. I could feel her pussy as it began to grip me tighter and tighter and knew she was going for another release for the evening. Just at the proper moment I withdrew all the way and brought my straining pole to her ass. She was so near her own explosion she didn't realize until I was pushing hard against ass hole. The head of my cock slipped in and as the throngs of her orgasm hit her once more, I buried my shaft in her ass.
"What are you doing? No. Please don't. Please. Oh god. That feels so good. Oh it feels so good. Oh fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Harder daddy, harder. Damn you. Fuck me harder dammit. I want it. I want it in my ass. I want it all. Oh god, fuck me you bastard. Oh god. Ohhhhhhh, god. I'm coming again."
And she did. It was her first multiple orgasm. As tight as her pussy had been, her ass was even tighter. The effort brought forth another explosion from me as well. Pulse after pulse, I felt my juice leaving me. I filled her hole and when I withdrew a long trail came with me. Between her juices and my own sperm, the bed and the covers that were there were soaked. I didn't care. I had just fucked a hell of a woman and knew it was not over. Not by a long shot.
Diane finally left for her home the next morning, arriving just 10 minutes before Robert did. He knows nothing of what is happening and I hope he never finds out. However, as for Diane and myself, we enjoy the pleasure of each other at least twice a week. She is still the hottest lady have ever had. Guilty you ask? Well as I look at it, Diane was going to get some lovin somewhere and from someone. At least I have it still in the family.
PS. she has a sister al well, just turned 18. I wonder how Diane would feel about teaching her the finer things of love-making?