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WARNING: The following story includes explicit language
describing carnal love between consenting partners. It also
involves an incestous relationship. If you dislike or are
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This is a fantasy and, therefore, a work of fiction. All
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MY DAUGHTER'S ROOMMATE
A Fantasy by Day Dreamer
My wife died two years ago, and since then I've pretty much
lived a loner's life. My only child, Candy, lived in an
apartment with one of her girlfriends during her summer break
from college, and even though she usually called me almost
every day, we actually saw each other only about once a week.
The last two years had been rough ones, but I'd about worked
my way through the grief over my wife's death and was
beginning to feel periods of loneliness. Believing this was a
sign that I reestablish a social life, I entertained thoughts
of beginning to date. I'd heard all sorts of horror stories
about what a jungle dating was for older, newly-single
persons, so I had anxiety about getting into that arena. I
was beginning to get incredibly horny, though, and even with
frequent relieving of sexual urges with masturbation, I was
starting to experience a driving urge for real female
companionship. I was needing a flesh-and-blood woman, not the
imaginary ones I conjured up in my erotic fantasies. I hoped
to find a mature woman near my age who, like me, wanted only a
physical relationship without too many emotional entanglements
--just good, hot sex with no strings attached.
Before trying to date someone I hardly knew, I decided I would
invite my daughter and her roommate out to dinner. I figured
if I started with a comfortable, non-sexual encounter like
taking the two girls out, asking an older woman would be
easier. Besides, my daughter was going back to school the
next week and it would be somewhat of a back-to-school going-
away celebration.
I picked the girls up at 7:00 o'clock the next Friday evening.
Although I had talked with her a few times on the telephone,
it was the first time I had actually met Candy's roommate.
Her name was Barbie, and the name fit her perfectly. She was
blonde and willowy, just like a Barbie doll. And just like
the doll, she had long legs that just seemed to go on forever.
They were both dressed stylishly in tight mini-skirts and
form-fitting tops that left few secrets about the contours of
their bodies. Candy was a beautiful girl, but Barbie was just
about her equal. I couldn't help but wonder why Barbie would
be willing to spend an evening with an older man like me when
she must have certainly had many offers from young studs her
own age.
I took the girls to one of the better supper clubs in town
and, after we got a table, ordered drinks. With a band
playing some good soft music in the background, Candy and I
chatted about her having to go back to school on the following
Sunday. To get in some last moments with her before she left
town, I agreed to come over and help her pack her car.
Throughout this time, Barbie was very pleasant, smiling a lot,
but didn't enter much into the conversation.
After a few minutes of listening to the band and chatting, I
asked Candy to dance. When we got onto the dance floor, Candy
told me that Barbie was a very sweet girl, but was somewhat on
the shy side. I told her I was amazed that someone as pretty
as she could be shy. Candy laughed and said that even if
Barbie was pretty, she was still very shy, especially with men.
She told me that she herself was dating a little that summer,
but that Barbie would usually sit home and watch television.
Sure, she got asked out on many occasions, but her shyness
kept her from accepting. She urged me to ask Barbie to dance,
that with her there she would probably accept.
When we got back to the table, I asked Barbie to dance the
next dance with me. She got a surprised look on her face, and
glanced quickly at Candy. Candy smiled and made a motion
toward the dance floor with her head. With a shy smile,
Barbie stood up and said, "Yes, I would love to dance."
The band was playing a nice golden-oldie, a slow piece that
called for some old-fashioned slow dancing. Barbie came into
my arms and her body almost melted against mine. She was
almost as tall as I, and we seemed to fit together like two
pieces of a jig-saw puzzle. After a few seconds, she
murmured, "Oh, Mr. Larson, you're a good dancer. Most of the
boys I know are pure clods on their feet." She put her head
on my shoulder and snuggled her body even more closely against
mine. "I just love slow dancing," she whispered into my ear.
She may have been enjoying our dancing together, but not
nearly so much as I. The firm mounds of her breasts were
pushing into my chest and her soft, rounded belly pushed up
hard against my lower abdomen. It had been a long time since
I had held a girl in my arms and I was savoring every second
of it. Unfortunately, with it's having been so long since I
had been in such close contact with a female body, I couldn't
keep from reacting to the sensual stimulus. Against my
wishes, even with gritting my teeth to try to avoid it, my
penis began to harden and lengthen out down my trousers leg.
"Oh, God," I thought, "I'm going to embarrass myself, and with
Barbie being as shy as she is, she's going to be mortified."
Instead of pulling away in embarrassment, though, Barbie pushed
her groin hard against mine, squirming her hips against me.
She whispered into my ear, "Am I the cause of that?"
"Yes, and I'm so sorry. I'm terribly embarrassed about
something like this happening."
"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. It's really my fault for
dancing so close. Besides, I'm very flattered by it. I
wasn't sure I could cause that kind of reaction in a man.
You're giving my ego a tremendous boost." With that, she
pulled me so tight against her that I could feel the hard
little nubbins of her nipples against my chest. We finished
the dance almost glued together, silent, both of us enjoying
the pleasant sensations of sexual flesh pressed against sexual
flesh.
When the song ended, Barbie excused herself and went to the
restroom and I went back to the table. My hard-on was
evident, bulging out the front of my trousers. Candy arched
an eyebrow and with a wry smile whispered, "Well, I see you
really did enjoy dancing with her." I blushed a little in
embarrassment about my condition, but no more was said about my
obvious arousal. Barbie returned soon and the subject seemed
to be dropped.
After we ate, we had a couple of after-dinner drinks and
talked and laughed. Barbie no longer seemed so shy and grew
more talkative and animated as the evening wore on. When I
mentioned leaving, Barbie asked me to dance one more dance
with her before we left. When we moved onto the dance floor,
Barbie again molded her body against me, pressing her groin
against mine, seeming to try to push her pussy into my once-
again hard and throbbing cock. "You're coming over Sunday to
help Candy get away to college aren't you?"
"Sure, just like I said I would," I answered.
"Well, after Candy leaves, will you come back into the
apartment? There's something I need to talk to you
about."
"Well, okay, I'll be glad to," I answered. "But why
can't we talk about it now?"
"Because now's not a good time. It's something I'll be able
to talk about only when the two of us are alone together."
The song ended with those words and Barbie thrust her groin
hard against mine, giving my cock one final feel of the
indentation of her pussy. When we went back to the table, I
was once against in an evident state of arousal, my cock a
hard bulge under the fly of my trousers. I could see Candy's
eyes take in the show, but she only gave me a knowing look and
didn't comment.
We didn't say much on the way back to their apartment. When I
let them out, Candy kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for
taking them to dinner. Following suit, Barbie repeated the
ritual. As I got into the car and closed the door, Candy
said, "See you Sunday morning, Daddy."
"Yes, see you Sunday," Barbie repeated softly.
As I drove home, I recalled the feel of Barbie's body
against mine and immediately got another hard-on. Under the
shower that night I soaped up my cock and stroked it hard,
imagining it was Barbie's hand performing the act. Jets of
sperm shot out into the shower stall as my cock jerked in
orgasm. I slept soundly that night, not even dreaming about
what dark, mysterious subject Barbie wished to talk about.
* * * * *
Sunday morning I drove over to Candy and Barbie's apartment to
help Candy get her clothes and gear loaded into her car.
Candy had most of her stuff already packed in suitcases,
boxes, and hanging garment bags. Altogether, between
finishing the last of her packing and loading everything into
the trunk and back seat of Candy's car, we finished in about
two hours. Barbie prepared us some sandwiches and Cokes,
and we sat down in the living room and ate lunch and rested.
Candy said she needed to take a shower before leaving and
asked me to stay until she left so she could kiss me good-bye.
While I was waiting, I finally had time to take a good look at
Barbie. It was worth the effort, because I liked what I saw.
She was dressed in a pair of extra-short shorts and a tight-
fitting tank top. Her lack of a bra was obvious from the way
her nipples and the dark circles of her areolas showed through
the thin fabric of her top. Her shorts pulled up so tightly
into her crotch that the crease of her vagina was clearly
defined. Her long legs were very shapely, with smoothly
fleshed thighs and firm calves. If she hadn't been so young,
almost the same age as my daughter, I would have found her
sexually attractive. "Hell," I thought to myself, "who am I
fooling. I AM attracted to her. It was she I thought about
when I jerked off the other night. And it was she who got me
so hot and bothered when we danced together. Kid or no kid,
she is a fine-looking woman, and I would make love to her if
the occasion were right."
Barbie saw me looking at her and gave me a soft, gentle smile.
Still smiling at me, she slowly spread her legs apart and
moved her hands up and down her thighs, caressing them with
light strokes. I envied her hands, wishing that it were mine
doing the stroking. Of its own volition, my cock swelled to
where I had a semi-erection. The last thing in the world I
wanted was for Candy to come back into the room and find me
lusting after her roommate. I quickly switched my thoughts
over to Candy and her trip back to Austin and my cock
gradually returned to normal. Just in time, too, for at this
time Candy came back into the room, all ready to leave for her
trip.
Barbie and I walked Candy out to her car. She gave Barbie a
hug and then she hugged me. The hug was unlike any she had
given me before. She pushed her body against mine and her
groin pressed against mine. Still slightly tumescent, my cock
started once again to harden. I quickly pulled back, not
wanting Candy to know how I was reacting to her hug. She
kissed me on the lips instead of the cheek, and her lips were
wet and slightly parted. In automatic reaction, I spread my
lips apart to match hers. Her tongue darted out and brushed
lightly across my lower lip. She broke the kiss, a look of
regret on her face. "I almost wish I weren't leaving," she
said softly. "But I'll be back in about a month. Keep the
home fires burning. Good-bye Daddy. Bye-bye, Barbie. See you
in about a month." She drove off, leaving Barbie and me
standing on the curb.
I was in somewhat of a state of shock, hardly believing what
had just happened. Unless I had completely misconstrued
Candy's actions, she had just made sexual overtures to me.
Just the thought of that possibility filled be with a powerful
feeling of concupiscence. All the repressed desires I had
ever felt for my daughter came to the surface and made me
realize how much I would like to make love to her. I
groaned internally and told myself that I was a fool for even
having such thoughts, that what I was thinking was only the
stuff of perverted erotic fantasies, not real life.
At this time I felt Barbie's hand on my arm. "Well, she's off
to school. In a way I envy her, being able to go off to
school, while I go to school here in town. Oh, well, Rice is
just as good a school as Texas, and we'll both end up with
good degrees." I realized that she had missed the interplay
between Candy and me, and I was relieved. God, what would she
think of me if she thought I was lusting after my own daughter.
Lusting after Barbie was bad enough, but having sexual thoughts
about Candy was even more perverted.
"Mr. Larson, can you come in now and talk with me?"
"Barbie, for Pete's sake, call me Joe. Calling me Mr.
Larson makes me feel like I'm a tottering old man."
Barbie laughed and said, "Okay, Joe it is. And you're
sure not a tottering old man. At least I hope you're
not, cause that would spoil everything."
"What do you mean, `everything'?"
Barbie took my hand in hers and pulled me toward her
door. "Come on in and I'll tell you about it."
"Is this what you said you needed to talk to me
about?" I asked.
"Yes, that's what it's about."
We went into Barbie's living room and she closed the
door behind us. I sat down on the sofa and she sat in
the chair across from me, just as she had done earlier.
Barbie softly cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Lar...er, Joe,
do you think I'm attractive?"
"Barbie, you're not just attractive, you're a beautiful girl,"
I answered without any hesitation.
"Am I sexually appealing, too?"
I didn't know where this was leading, but the conversation was
getting me excited again and my cock was starting to get hard
like it had been before. "Yes, Barbie, you are definitely
sexually appealing. Any man in his right mind would like to
make love to you." I was afraid to look down at my front,
knowing there would be the evidence of my statement. If she
were as shy and naive as Candy had made her out to be, maybe
she wouldn't notice. "Hah!" I thought, "She knew what it was
the other night, she'll know what it is now."
Barbie's eyes widened as she looked at my bulging front, and
she whispered, "Yes, I can see you mean what you say." Barbie
then got to her feet and moved in front of me, standing just
inches away. Looking directly down at me, she said in a soft,
little-girl voice, "Joe, I want you to teach me how to make
love. Will you show me how? Please?"
Needless to say, I was totally surprised by her request. I
figured a girl as beautiful as Barbie could have any man she
wanted, and here she was asking me, a man more than twice her
age, to teach her about love-making. "God, Barbie, did I hear
you right?" I asked. "You mean you don't know how to make
love and you want me to show how to do it?"
Barbie answered, "Yes, that's just what I'm asking you
to do."
"You mean you're still a virgin?" I asked.
"No, I'm not a virgin. I did it once when I was fifteen, but
it was a bad experience. I know from listening to my friends
that it should be something good and beautiful. That's why I
want to learn how."
"But why me? There are lots of boys who would kill to
make love to a beautiful girl like you."
"I want to learn from someone who's experienced, who
knows how to make a girl enjoy making love. From what
I've heard, you're that kind of man."
"What do you mean, `what you've heard'?"
"Well, Candy has told me how she's listened when you
and your wife made love. How your wife cried out in
pleasure and joy from what you did to her. That's the
kind of love-making I want to learn, and I need to
learn it from someone who knows how."
I was both flattered and irritated by what Barbie
said. Flattered that both Candy and Barbie thought of
me a good lover and irritated about Candy's telling a
friend about something as personal and intimate as the
love between a wife and husband. Lust won out over
indignation, though. I recognized that I was beyond
the point of no return--my cock was now fully hard and
straining at the front of my trousers. After two
years of celibacy, Barbie's request was one I couldn't
refuse. I was practically trembling at the thought of
getting her naked and teaching her everything I knew
about all the ways our bodies could give each other
pleasure.
"I know I'm not much compared to all the mature,
experienced women who must be running after a handsome
man like you. But if you'll teach me how, I know I
can be as good as any of them. If you'll just teach
me how, I'll do my best to be the best lover you ever
had," Barbie said, looking down at me.
I couldn't help but smile ruefully, and said, "I don't
know where you got an idea like that, but the truth is
that I haven't had a women since my wife died. It's
been two years since I've made love to a woman. I'm
probably pretty rusty right now."
"Ohhh, Joe. You poor thing. You must be hurting real
bad." Moving closer, Barbie spread her legs apart, and
straddling my thighs with hers, sat on my lap. Her
breasts pressed against my chest and her pussy fit
down right on top of my now completely hard and
throbbing cock. "I know it must have been bad for
you, but I like it that it's happening this way. This
way you won't be comparing me to any recent, experienced
lovers. This way, you get to relearn while I'm learning."
Barbie squirmed her pussy against my hard cock and a
smile of both wonder and pleasure spread across her
face. She looked down adoringly at me and then
lowered her mouth to mine. Her lips were moist and
warm against mine, and I savored the thrill of the
first real kiss I had for a long time. I spread my
lips slightly apart, and extending my tongue between
them, I brushed it lightly across her lips, giving
them little tender, wet stokes of love. Barbie moaned
softly in reaction. Responding to my oral caresses,
she spread her own lips apart. The tip of her tongue
came out between them, and with almost tentative
motions, she brushed her tongue against mine with
light, almost imperceptible strokes.
I wrapped my arms around Barbie and pulled her even closer
against me. I put one hand behind her neck and then opened my
mouth wide and probed my tongue fully into her mouth. Her
mouth opened wide and her lips worked around my mouth, nibbling
and sliding over its surface. Her tongue became a wild thing,
swirling and intertwining with mine, exchanging oral caresses.
I withdrew my tongue and hers followed it, plunging into my
mouth. She explored all my oral cavity with her tongue,
digging it under mine, under my gums, and into my cheeks. She
was panting now, and her breath came into my mouth in little
gusts. I could feel the sounds in her chest as she moaned
softly, responding to the sheer eroticism of our deep kiss.
Barbie squirmed her buttocks around on my lap, working
the crotch of her shorts down so that it made even
tighter contact with my rampant penis. My cock was
throbbing in response to our kiss, and I felt the wet
spot in my Jockey shorts where pre-come was drooling
out and dampening the fabric.
Almost breathless, Barbie pulled her lips away from
mine and whispered, "Oh, God, Joe, I've never felt
like this before. I'm so aroused my panties are
starting to get wet." She pressed her pussy down
against my hard cock and said, "You're aroused, too,
aren't you. I can feel your hardness pressing against
me. It feels like you've got a log between your legs.
You really do want me, don't you? You really do want
to make love to me."
I pulled Barbie's face back down to mine, and with her
lips almost brushing against mine, I said, "Like I've
never wanted anything in my life."
"Oh, God, Joe, me too," she whispered and then pressed
her open mouth against mine. She plunged her tongue
into my mouth and caressed my tongue with hers. As
she did so, I moved my hands up and down her back,
stroking gently, loving the feel of the warm flesh I
felt through the thin fabric of her top. I moved my
hands down to Barbie's buttocks and cupped one in each
hand, kneading and stroking them with gentle, loving
caresses. She moaned softly and almost bounced up and
down on my lap, seeking to bring her pussy into closer
contact with my bulging cock.
Moving my hand to the side of her shorts, I undid the
buttons, leaving the waistband loose around her
middle. Extending my hands under the fabric of her
shorts, I ran them all over the silken smoothness of
her brief bikini panties. Tracing along their lower
hem, I caressed the exposed skin of her lower
buttocks. One by one, my fingers found the crease
between the firm globes of her ass, and I stroked them
up and down the cleft, moving from its top down into
the area between her thighs. With her legs spread
wide apart as they were, I could run my fingers all
the way down to her crotch and stroke them across the
narrow expanse of silk covering her anus and vulva.
She was right about her panties being wet--I could
feel the slight dampness of her arousal in the fabric
between her legs.
Moving my hands up to the top of Barbie's panties, I
pushed my hands under the sheer fabric and onto the
smoothly textured flesh of her buttocks. Once again I
found the spread-wide crack of her buttocks and moved
my fingers up and down its full length. As I went
lower, probing deeply into the hidden area between her
thighs, I felt the evidence of her arousal. The lower
portion of the gaping area between her buttocks was
slick with the flow of her female secretions, and my
fingers made slick tracks across her anus as they
probed her nether regions. She started as I slowly
circled her little rosebud with a fingertip and moaned
into my mouth at the pleasure of the erotic touch.
Moving even lower, my finger encountered the very
bottom of her gaping vulva. I extended my finger and
probed it into the moist furrow of her womanness. She
broke the kiss and ground her wet flesh against my
probing finger, murmuring, "Oh, God, Joe! You're driving
me crazy!"
I wanted to move my finger all the way up to her
clitoris and give her the thrill of feeling it stroked
but the pressure of my cock against her prevented it.
Instead, I moved my hands from under her panties to up
under the thin fabric of her top. Spreading my
fingers to their widest, I slowly moved my hands
around to her front. As they gently stroked across
her front, they came to the soft curves of the
undersides of her breasts. I moved them up to where
they each cupped one of her breasts and then squeezed
them with just gentle pressure. She responded by
moving herself backward so that there was enough space
between us for me continue my ministrations.
The tank top she had on fit so tightly that I didn't
have room to pay the kind of homage to her breasts
that they deserved. To solve that problem, I pulled
my hands from under her top and then slowly pulled it
up until it came up over and fully exposed her
bountiful mounds. Barbie broke the kiss and pulled
herself even further away, ensuring I had ample room
to continue caressing her breasts. With room enough
to properly attend to Barbie's needs, I rubbed a
finger over each of her nipples, lightly stroking
across the hard little nubbins. She wrapped her arms
around my neck and laid her cheek on the top of my
head, moaning in reaction to the pleasure my hands
were bringing to her breasts.
As I gently stroked and squeezed Barbie's soft mounds,
her nipples erected, hardening and extending out in
little points from the dark circles surrounding them.
She whispered, "Oh, Joe, I love that. My boobs are so
sensitive."
I knew that if my hands felt that good on her breasts,
my mouth and tongue would feel even better. I moved
my mouth to her right breast and stroked my tongue
across its top. Barbie jerked in reaction to the
contact, and then pulled herself even further back.
With her hands still wrapped around the back of my
neck, she leaned back and thrust her breasts up to me,
inviting me to give them oral caresses. "Yes, Joe,
suck on them. Oh, God, Joe, I've longed so much for a
boy to suck on my nipples. Suck them. Please, Joe,
suck them...suck them hard." As I took a nipple into
my mouth, she muttered, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Like
that. Oh, God, yes! Suck on them...suck them...suck
like a baby."
Seeing the pleasure I was giving Barbie, I doubled my
efforts, taking the whole center of her breast into my
mouth and sucking on it. As I did so, I stroked my
tongue in circles around her nipple, moving it across
the pebbly-texture of her areola. I pulled my mouth
away from her breast until just the hard extension of
her nipple was still between my lips and nibbled on
it, biting with just the gentlest of nips with my
teeth. Barbie whispered, almost a hiss, "Yeesssssss,
like that. Just...like...that."
Suddenly Barbie sat up fully in my lap. Reaching
down, she took hold of her tank top and pulled it up
over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her breasts
were now fully exposed to me now, twin mounds the
shape of half-a-cantaloupe, each pale and white except
for the dark circles of areolae. I took each one in a
hand and squeezed it, causing the nipples to thrust
out even more than they were. I brought my mouth
down, and alternating between them, kissed, sucked,
and licked each of them. I feasted on them, loving
each of them fully with my mouth and tongue. Barbie's
had her head thrown back, moaning as I lavished my
oral caresses on her now trembling breasts.
Barbie reached out her hands and grasped my shoulders,
crying, "Oh, God, Joe, I can't take anymore of this.
I feel like I'm climbing higher and higher, that I'm
just about to explode."
I was feeling a lot like that myself. It had been so
long since I had made love to a woman that I was
shaking with desire. My cock had poured out pre-come
and the whole front of my Jockey shorts was now soaked
from the flow. The continued grinding of Barbie's
pussy against my cock had me on the very edge of
orgasm. I knew that if we continued in this manner,
we both would soon be erupting in orgasm. I didn't
want to come in my pants, I wanted my cock inside Barbie's
tight pussy when I spent my long-stored sperm. Besides, the
feel of Barbie's pussy against my cock made me want to see it
and touch it without the restrictions our clothing caused.
Even more than that, I wanted to bury my mouth in the wetness
of her woman flesh and taste once more the unparalleled taste
of a woman in full arousal.
I took my mouth away from Barbie's breasts and pulled
her face down to mine. Our mouths came together in a
wet kiss, our tongues wild animals as they duelled
each other. Barbie was breathing hard and so was I.
We were each ready to go to the next step of Barbie's
lessons. As if she sensed my thoughts, Barbie pulled
her mouth away from mine and whispered, "I want us to
get naked, Joe. I want us to be able to see each
other's bodies in all their glory. It's time to go to
my bedroom. Oh, God, Joe, strip me and make love to
me. I need it so bad." As she said this, she stood
up and took my hand. "Let's go to my bedroom. Make
love to me. Teach me all there is about making love.
Come fuck me, Joe. Fuck me and teach me how to
fuck you."
Barbie held my hand tightly as we walked down the hallway to
her bedroom. With her tank top removed, I had an excellent
view of the profile of her breasts. They hadn't seemed partic-
ularly large when she was facing me in the living room chair,
but seeing them now in profile, seeing the way they thrust out
and jiggled up and down as she walked, made me realize they
were full and developed. I knew I would enjoy feasting on them
and caressing them until the nipples stood erect and hard.
As we entered her bedroom, her hand trembled in mine and I
could tell she was nervous about the journey on which we were
about to embark. As we approached the bed that filled a corner
of the room, she turned to me and smiling shyly said, "Joe, I
don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never
felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm
ready for it. Oh, God, Joe, I'm more than ready for it--I NEED
it. I've never felt such a need before. I've never in my life
been aroused like I am now."
Still holding my hand, she used it to pull herself into my
arms. Wrapping her arms around me, she put her mouth to mine
and kissed me with a fervor that proved the truth of her
statement. She broke the kiss and almost breathlessly
whispered, "Joe, show me what to do next. Love me, and show me
how to love you."
With her in my arms like that, she was no longer my daughter's
roommate--she was a desirable woman and I was a man who desired
her. We were man and woman aroused and needing each other.
Our desires had mounted to a fever pitch, and we needed each
other in a manner approaching desperation. I pulled her lips
to mine again and my mouth feasted on hers. As we kissed, I
put my hands on her firm buttocks and pulled her groin hard
against mine, pressing the hard knot of my manhood into the vee
of her groin. As I cupped and kneaded the firm handfuls of her
buttocks, she thrust herself against me, pushing her sex into
even closer contact with mine.
We broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, until our lips
were barely apart, just brushing against the other's. We were
both breathing hard now, our mutual desire almost taking our
breath away. Putting my hands on the waistband of her loosened
shorts, I started pushing them down over her hips. As they
came below her hips and fell to the floor around her feet, I
said, "The first thing is to get rid of all the barriers
between us."
Barbie stepped back away from me and said, "Yes, let's get
naked. I want to show my body to you--show it to you
completely." She smiled at me and whispered, "And I want to
see your body, your naked body, and all there is about it."
She sat down on the side of the bed and started to remove her
shoes and socks. Without looking up she in a soft voice, "I've
never seen a nude man before." Then she looked up, and with an
almost lascivious expression on her face, she said in a louder
voice, "I want to see you naked, Joe. I want to see what's
been pressing up here between my legs. I want to see your
penis, Joe. I want to see that hard manhood with my own eyes."
Responding to her wanton request, I started stripping my
clothes, almost tearing them from my body. Barbie's words
inflamed me, and I wanted her to see me naked as much as I
longed to see her body in its totality. Impelled by that
urgency, I had removed all my clothes except my Jockey shorts
by the time she had finished taking off her shoes and socks.
Barbie stood and faced me, trembling slightly in anticipation
of the next step. For a moment we stood there, looking into
each others eyes. Her brief panties barely covered her pubis
and lower belly. A circle of dampness spread out from the
panties' crotch, a tell-tale of the height of her arousal. I
glanced down at the front of my shorts, and saw that they had a
similar circle of moisture. I felt the slick wetness of my
pre-seminal flow pressing against my straining cock. It was
evidence of my total arousal, evidence of my desire for the
almost-nude, beautiful twenty-year-old girl who stood before
me.
"Do you like my body?" Barbie asked.
"Barbie, you have a beautiful body. You're a beautiful girl
and you have a body to match." I grinned a little and added,
"At least that part I can."
"What about you?" she said. "I can't see all of you either."
I put my hands to the top of my shorts and started to push them
down. Matching me, Barbie put her hands to the top of her
panties, and still looking me in the eyes, a shy smile on her
face, started pushing them down over her hips. Inch by inch,
we each lowered our last articles of clothing, pushing them
down to reveal our unclad bodies to each other. Barbie's pubic
fur came into view just as a mat of my pubic hair pushed itself
over the waistband of my shorts. Barbie pushed the silken
fabric of her panties down onto her thighs and her vagina
revealed itself fully to me, her womanly crease visible through
the damp locks of her fur. As her sexual core came into view,
I pushed the waistband of my shorts over the bulge of my cock
and balls. Free from its restrictions, my cock sprung outward,
stiff and throbbing in its freedom. Shorts and panties both
fell to the floor and without looking down, we each stepped out
of them and stood still and silent, inviting each other's
inspection.
Barbie's eyes, now widened, roamed up and down my body, taking
in all my nakedness. I gazed at her at the same time, almost
breathless from the beauty of her girlish, yet womanly, body on
full display. I reached out a hand and brushed it across one
of her erect nipples. "Barbie, you are incredibly beautiful,
all of you," I said, caressing the hard, little nubbin that
jutted out so proudly from the dusky circle topping the full,
white mound of her breast.
Barbie stepped toward me and laid a hand on my chest, running
her fingers through the sparse hair that covered it. "You're
beautiful, too, Joe," she whispered. "And you're so big. God,
you're so big and hard." Even though I knew that at about
six inches my cock was only average in size, I couldn't help
but feel flattered by her compliment. Responding to her words,
I pulled her against me and kissed her.
With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, the hard
points of her breasts pressed into my chest. As we kissed with
a deep, soul kiss, she started breathing faster, and with each
breath the little bullets of her nipples felt harder yet. I
reached down and took hold of her buttocks, squeezing them
gently. As I did so, I bent my legs just a little so that my
cock could come free from between us and its head press into
the crease of her vagina. Thrusting my hips forward, I slid my
cock between her labia. Her flesh was slick from her secre-
tions, and my cock burrowed into the hot, slippery recess of
her furrow.
Pressing a little deeper, my cock came to Barbie's clitoris.
It was a hard protrusion, a swollen bump right in the center of
her wet channel. As the head of my cock brushed over the
little nubbin, Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in reaction.
She moaned into my mouth and muttered, "Oh, God!" Reacting to
such pleasure, she thrust her hips against mine and my cock
slid all the way down into the folds and convolution of her
labia. Our pubic bones now pressed hard against each other,
and we both panted in reaction to the waves of pleasure flowing
through our sexual centers. This time it was my time to moan.
The warmth of her flesh surrounding my cock caused it to throb,
each of my heart-beats making it pulsate with its own little
beats.
Our kiss was beyond control. Gasping and working our lips and
tongues in wild abandon, our mouths acted out the motions our
lower bodies were desperate to perform. As we plunged our
tongues in and out of each other's mouths in oral copulatory
motions, Barbie's hips started imitating the motion, pushing
in and pulling out. As she did, my cock slid back and forth in
her furrow, my shaft caressing her clitoral protrusion. Her
furrow slickened even more with each stroke, becoming oily with
secretions flowing from her inner recesses and pre-come flowing
from my cock in a copious, seemingly never-ending supply.
Barbie was moaning now, a continuous sound of pleasure. Her
moans had started softly, but were gradually increasing in
volume. Suddenly, she jerked her mouth away from mine and
stiffened her body until it was almost rigid. Her mouth opened
in a round circle and her eyes widened. Almost chokingly she
muttered, "Joe! Oh, God, Joe!" Her furrow started shuddering
around my cock and her belly jerked against mine. I felt her
tremors as they ran through her abdomen and flowed into mine.
She clutched me against her and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Joooeee, ooohhh Jooeee. Oh, God, Joe. Oooohhhh, God...
Oooooooohhhhhh. Oh, Joe...Joe...Joe," she moaned as the
shudders and spasms of orgasm shook her body.
My cock was locked in the tight grip of her labial lips as they
clamped down on it. Tremor after tremor seized her channel and
moved into the hardness of my imprisoned shaft. It was only an
act of sheer will power that kept me from coming along with
her. The shudders of her flesh against mine brought me right
to the edge and, but for the thought of how good it was going
to feel to bury my cock fully in the warmth of the near-virgin
flesh that now gripped it so pleasurably, I would have spewed
my manhood out into the warm folds that embraced my throbbing
penis.
The shudders and tremors of her orgasm slowly lessened and
Barbie's knees began to buckle under her. I lifted her up
gently and, moving to the bed, I lowered her and laid her
softly down on her back, her knees and lower legs hanging off
the side. She put an arm across her eyes and lay there,
breathing heavily, still experiencing the last little trembling
of her orgasm. Her legs were splayed apart and the furrow
between them was completely open to my view. It was wet and
glistening from our combined secretions and her clitoris was
engorged and protruded up between the swollen lips running down
each side of the gaping channel. At the bottom of the channel,
the lips opened wider and revealed just the slightest hint of
the opening to her long-unplumbed sheath. Except for anticipa-
tion of the pleasure I knew I would get from giving her
even more pleasure, I would have plunged my cock into that
opening and enjoyed the same rapture Barbie had just
experienced. She had asked me to teach her about pleasurable
love, though, and I was determined to do just that--to make her
cry out in pleasure over and over again.
I sat down on the bed next to Barbie and gazed down at the
perfection of her body. I didn't know what fate had brought
the two of us together and had caused her to ask me to be her
love mentor, but I wasn't going to question my good fortune. I
had been feeling the need for female companionship, and it had
been offered to me in the form of Barbie's request. "God, but
she's beautiful," I thought. "And so young--almost the same
age as Candy." I thought back to the good-bye kiss my daughter
had given me and my passion rose to even higher levels. My
cock throbbed from the thought that making love to Barbie would
be almost like making love to Candy, that caressing Barbie's
firm young body would be like having Candy's body beneath my
hands. I couldn't help but picture Candy nude just like Barbie
was, her vagina gaping open and wet with the flow of a woman's
secretions of love.
Worried about the perversion of such thoughts, I forced them
from my mind by dropping my lips to Barbie's navel and kissing
and tonguing her little indented belly button. Moving upwards,
I kissed and ran my tongue along the curved underside of her
breasts. She squirmed under my caresses and lifted her arm
from her eyes. I sat up and smiled down at her. Seeing that
she had recovered, I asked, "You okay now, Barbie?"
"Okay? Oh, God, Joe, am I EVER okay. I've never come like
that before in my life." As if to prove her point, she squirmed
her hips in small circles, gyrating them on the bed.
Even though I suspected what she meant, I couldn't resist
asking the next question. "But I thought you hadn't been with
a boy since you were fifteen, and that time was a bad one for
you."
Barbie's face reddened and she said, "Well, er, you know." She
held up a finger and said, "Sometimes a girl just has to take
care of things herself." With a little grin, she said, "After
the orgasm I just had, I realize this little pinky is a poor
substitute."
"I know exactly what you're talking about," I said. "I've had
to resort to solitary games myself during the last two years."
With a solemn expression on her face, Barbie took my hand and
placed it on her breast. "We won't have to do that now, will
we? Now we've got each other. We can have the real thing now,
can't we? We can have real boy-girl love."
"Yes," I said. "And viva the real thing. Viva boy and girl
love."
Barbie looked up at me with a look of adoration I hadn't
experienced since my wife and I were in our courtship days and
whispered, "Joe?"
"Um-hmm," I answered.
"Kiss me again. I love the way you kiss."
"I love your kisses, too," I said, and lowered my mouth to
hers. This time we kissed gently, our tongues softly and
slowly intertwining. My hand was still on her breast and
I gently stroked her nipple, matching my hand caresses to our
oral ones. She murmured a soft "Ummnnn" into my mouth and
arched her back upward, pushing her breast even harder into my
hand. Switching my hand back and forth, I massaged her
breasts, paying particular attention to her hard and still-
erect nipples.
Knowing, though, that as much as she enjoyed touches on her
breasts, she would like lower touches even more, I slowly moved
my hand from her upthrust mounds down onto the softly rounded
firm flesh of her little belly. Using just my finger tips, I
traced little circles around the indentation of her navel.
Gradually, I widened the circles and soon my hand was roving
over the entire expanse of her lower body. Each stroke took my
hand lower and lower, and my fingers finally brushed into the
soft pubic hair growing so lushly in her delta of Venus.
Barbie reacted to the caresses by squirming her hips in little
gyrations. Her tongue, moving only gently before, began to
swirl around mine with faster, more intense strokes.
Using all my fingers, I brushed through and teased Barbie's
abundant pubic fur. Once again, she breathed out a soft
"Ummnnn." As she did, she spread her thighs even more, giving
me greater access to that secret area hidden between them. I
had already explored her labial lips with my cock, now I wanted
to explore that area with my hand, to seek out and delve all
the deep recesses of her femininity.
Exploring through Barbie's pubic forest, my fingers came to the
little fold at the top of her maidenly crease, that unmis-
takable mark of her femininity. Remembering how inviting her
gaping furrow had been to me, I extended my middle finger and
eased it slowly down into the warm, wet area between her labia.
With Barbie's legs spread apart as they were, my finger slid
easily into the exposed channel of her sex. The warm flesh of
her sex was smooth and slippery, soaking with the flow of my
pre-come and her own secretions. Tracing through the residue
of our slippery flows, I extended my finger further down,
searching out the secrets of her nether region.
As my hand and finger moved lower to where they were buried
between her thighs, my finger tip came to the swollen button of
her clitoris. It was a hard nubbin between her labia, swollen
and erected from her aroused passion. I moved my finger on top
of it and stroked across the clitoral surface, using just the
softest of touches. Barbie gasped and jerked her hips in
response to the contact. Even though our mouths were still
locked together and our tongues still busy stroking the
other's, I could understand Barbie's words as she mouthed,
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand, forcing her
clitoris into closer contact with my exploring finger. As my
finger moved back and forth across the little nubbin, she
reacted to the pleasure by gyrating her hips in small circles.
She moved her face to the side, pulling her lips from mine, and
said, "Oh, God, your hand feels so much better than mine or
Can..., er, anyone else's has ever felt." As my finger once
again moved across her little pleasure button, she moaned,
"Oooohh, Joe, it's so much better when you do it."
Barbie's slip of the tongue put my imagination into overdrive.
I envisioned her and my daughter Candy in bed together, both
naked, hands delving into and stroking the other's pussy. I
could picture them, young nymphs in full nubile bloom, moaning
and working their hips in frantic motions as they orgasmed
together. Imagining Barbie masturbating was erotic enough, but
thinking of Candy with a hand between her legs, completely
naked and panting with pleasure, drove my lust up even higher
than it was.
Barbie's moans of pleasure pulled my thoughts back to her. I
recognized from her sounds and the way she was squirming her
hips that if I continued my attentions to her clitoris she
would soon crash into another orgasm. I did, indeed, want to
give her another orgasm before I finally penetrated her pussy
with my cock, but I had another way in mind, a way that would
bring her far more pleasure than my finger could provide. To
avoid her cresting into a orgasm right then and there, I moved
my finger lower into her wet furrow.
Moving into the wide portion of Barbie's spread labial lips, my
finger sought out the barely hidden opening to her inner
recesses I had seen before. My search ended quickly, and I
slowly and gently insinuated my finger into the snug, soft hole
of her womanhood. Barbie breathed in deeply and stiffened her
body slightly as my finger worked its way into the hot recess
of her body. When my finger was fully inserted into her pussy,
she let out her breath and relaxed. God, but she was tight.
The walls of her sheath clasped around my finger and held it
within the hot, moist confines of her vaginal cavity. I
thought about the pleasure that tight flesh would provide when
I at last penetrated her, my cock throbbed and pulsated in
anticipation.
As Barbie relaxed, her grip on my finger loosened, and I was
able to stroke it in and out of her. I joined that finger with
another, and was soon giving her a preview of what she could
expect when my cock was performing such action. Continuing my
finger-fucking of Barbie's pussy, I used my other hand to
stroke her breasts, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and
forefinger and gently kneading the soft, white mounds.
Responding to such action, Barbie started thrusting her hips up
to my hand, pushing her wet flesh up to meet each of the
thrusts I made with my fingers. "Ummnnnn, that's so nice. Why
does it feel so good now, when it hurt so much when I was
fifteen?"
"Because you're ready for it now. Your body's aroused and
ready for loving. It wasn't before."
"Oh, boy, is it EVER ready." She pushed her hips up hard
against my hand and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I feel like I'm going
to come again." Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, she
grasped me hard. "Joe, do it to me now. I want you inside me
when I come." She took one her hands and wrapped it around my
cock, saying, "Put this inside me, Joe. God, Joe, I'm so
ready. Fuck me now. Fuck me and teach me how to fuck."
Pulling my fingers from out of Barbie's pussy, I sat up beside
her and stroked her belly with soft touches. She still had her
hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed it, matching her
squeezes to my strokes of her stomach. I dipped a finger into
her crease and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you."
Grinning, I said, "Boy, am I EVER going to fuck you. I'm going
to fuck you like crazy, little girl."
Barbie hunched her hips up against my hand and said, "Now. Do
it now."
"I will in just a little while. I'm having a hard time
waiting, myself. Remember, though, you asked me to be your
teacher, and I've got something else to teach you before that."
"What's that?"
"Barbie, did you and Candy eat each other?"
Barbie's eyes got real wide and she said, "Oh, no! We're not
lesbians. All we did was--all we've done is what you just did
to me. All we did was use our fingers on each other. It feels
so much better when someone else does it for you." She
suddenly realized the full import of my question and said, "Are
YOU going to eat me? Oh, God, Joe, ARE you going to eat me?"
"Would you like for me to?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I've heard girls talk about how marvelous
it is when their boyfriends eat them, and I hoped it would
happen to me someday."
"How `bout right now?" I asked.
Barbie closed her eyes and, with a moan in her voice, answered,
"Ohhh...yes...now...please...right now."
I got off the bed and knelt between her wide-spread legs draped
off the side of the bed, and putting my hands under her
buttocks, I pulled her toward me until her hips were right at
the edge and her sexual core available to my now almost
drooling mouth. With my hands still under the soft little
globes of her ass, I lifted Barbie's wide-spread pussy up to my
face. Her labia were fat and puffy with arousal and the
channel between them was wet with the flow of sexual lubrica-
tion. I had almost forgotten how the aroma of a woman in heat
aroused me, and the scent wafting upward from the completely
open pit of Barbie's sexuality made me even hungrier to feast
on her soft, wet flesh.
Succumbing to the aphrodisial effect of that sight and aroma,
I lowered my face and buried my mouth in Barbie's wet flesh.
The taste of her young, hot vagina was every bit as good as I
had imagined, and I opened my mouth wide, tongue extended, and
tried to lick up all the marvelous, aromatic nectar that had
oozed out and coated the pink, soft flesh. Using the broad,
flat side of my tongue, I stroked the full length of her
furrow, from the very bottom all the way up to her clitoris.
As it moved softly over the surface of the little sexual bump,
she gasped and jerked her hips. Putting both hands down to my
head, she twisted her fingers into my hair and murmured, "Ohhhh
...oooooohhhhh...Joe...Oh, God, Joe."
I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue strokes until
her hips started squirming and moving up and down in response.
As her hips moved in stronger and stronger thrusts, she
muttered, "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh," matching her pleasure sounds
with each of her thrusts. From her motions and sounds of
pleasure, it was obvious she was climbing higher and higher,
nearing the very edge of orgasm. I wanted to prolong her
pleasure, though. I wanted to stretch it out to where her
orgasm, when it finally came, would rack her whole body and be
one she remembered for a long time.
In order to assure this, I abandoned her clitoris and moved my
mouth down to the opening into her inner recesses, the opening
that led into the hot, wet inside of her pussy. Making a
little cone of my tongue, I probed its tip into Barbie's
channel, delving into it with fluttery motions. She twisted my
hair in her fingers and pushed her hips up even higher, seeking
my tongue, seeking to get more and more of it into her hot
vortex. With mouth pressed hard against her wet channel, I
extended my tongue as far as it would go, circling it around
and around, stroking it across the walls of her sheath. She
spread her thighs to the utmost extension possible and hunched
her pussy up against my mouth, moaning from the pleasure she
was experiencing.
I knew she had another erogenous point that I hadn't yet
explored, so I pulled my tongue from out the hot confines of
her channel and moved it lower. Lifting her now completely
spread buttocks upward, I moved the tip of my tongue into the
cleft between them, searching for that final aperture, that
point of pleasure I hadn't yet attended to. Almost immediate-
ly, my search was rewarded. Her little, tightly crinkled anus
came under the tip of my tongue and I stroked it gently, making
oral love to her little rosebud. She gasped as I made contact
with her nethermost opening, and almost shouting, moaned out,
"Oh, God, Joe! I didn't know about this. Oh, Joe, Joe,
Joe...."
I circled Barbie's little flower with my tongue, wetting the
whole inside of her ass cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs
trembled as I rimmed her, and I could hear soft moans of
pleasure from above me. "Oh, God, nobody's ever talked about
this. I didn't know so much pleasure could come from THERE,"
she whispered softly. Using just the tip of my tongue, I
probed into the wrinkled aperture, pushing it slightly inside.
She pushed her buttocks against my exploring tongue, and
muttered, "Ummnnn...oohhhh...good...so goood."
Relinquishing my progress into her tight nether opening, I
moved my tongue onto that small, uncreased area between her
anus and the beginning of her labia. Using just fluttery
motions, I stroked my tongue across that little patch of flesh.
She jerked and squirmed as I tongued her there, moaning in
response to my oral touches of what was one of her most
erogenous areas.
Having traversed the full range of her nether zones, I returned
my attentions to her vagina. Rolling my tongue into a tube, I
plunged into her now completely flooded sheath and stroked it
in and out, using it like a miniature cock to fuck her slick
pussy. She took her hands from my head and lifted herself up
on her elbows. Using them for leverage, she started thrusting
her hips against my tongue, returning my thrusts with her own.
She whispered, "Oh, yes, push it in and pull it out. Yes, just
like that. Ohhh, yesss, do it. Fuck me...fuck me with your
tongue."
Barbie's thrusts became faster and her breathing turned into
pants. She was climbing higher and higher up the ladder of
lust and was on the very edge of another orgasm. I pulled my
tongue out of her tunnel and moved my mouth up to where it was
over her clitoris. Opening my mouth wide, I put it over her
swollen organ and drew it into my mouth. Applying suction, I
nibbled on her nubbin and stroked my tongue over and over its
surface. In reaction, Barbie thrust her hips up so that
only the cheeks of her buttocks were still on the bed.
Reaching down, she put her hands on the back of my head and
pulled my face completely into her wet pussy, burying my head
between her thighs.
Barbie wrapped her legs around my torso and her hips went into
an overdrive of motion, jerking and thrusting against my mouth.
Still keeping one of her hands on the back of my head, she used
the other to beat against my back with soft little blows.
Each time she thrust against me, her hips left the bed,
straining themselves up against my ravaging mouth. I lifted
her buttocks up even higher and moved two fingers into her
pussy, thrusting them in and pulling them out in time with the
strokes of my tongue across her clitoris. Barbie's moans
became inarticulate, and she cried out in pleasure. Among her
moans and sighs, she finally managed to say, "Oh, God, I'm
coming! Coming... coming...COMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!"
Falling away from me, Barbie fell back onto the bed. Her hips
continued thrusting against my mouth and her thighs clamped
around my ears, holding me in place. Slowly, though, she
decreased the motion of her hips and after about two minutes
relaxed the grip of her thighs. As I moved my hands from under
her buttocks and lowered her hips back to the bed, she lay
completely still, breathing hard, and looking at me with a
wonder-struck expression on her face. I stood up and once
again sat down on the bed beside her. Not saying a word, I put
a hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. Barbie broke
the silence, whispering, "God, Joe. I can hardly talk about
it. That was so good I don't have the right kind of words to
do it justice. Thank you. Thank you for doing that to me.
Thank you for making it so good for me."
Still in that marvelous state of lassitude that follows orgasm,
Barbie lay on her back, completely relaxed. From the look of
satisfaction on her face, it was obvious she had just attained
heights of pleasure never before reached. It had been her
first experience with oral intercourse, the very first time
anyone had ever applied his mouth to between her legs, and she
was almost overcome by the results it produced. Barely able to
speak, she said, "Now I know what a REAL orgasm feels like."
Barbie reached up and put a hand on my shoulder, pulling me
down in contact with her. Putting a hand behind my neck, she
brought my face to hers, mouth open and wet, seeking to be
kissed. Even though my face was still wet and slick from her
sexual secretions and my lips still coated with her wet juices,
I put my mouth on hers and kissed her. Wrapping an arm around
my back, she pulled my body against hers, drawing my chest
against her breasts. She used her tongue like a rapier,
thrusting it into my mouth and swirling it around and around,
making contact with all the inside of my mouth. Pulling her
mouth from mine, she licked around my lips and across my
cheeks, lapping up all the remains of her orgasm that were
there. When she had finished, she said, "I like that taste.
Does that mean I'm a lesbian?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and said, "You? Not
a chance. From what I've seen, you're about as straight as
they come."
She reached down a hand and took hold of my still hard and
throbbing cock and said, "Yeah, I must be, because I sure do
like what you have here." Smiling softly and shyly, she
continued, "And I'm going to like it even more in just a little
while, aren't I?"
I smiled back and said, "If I have my way, you are."
Barbie squeezed my cock and said, "Joe, can I look at it? I've
never seen a real penis before. Do you mind if I look at it,
up close?"
I rolled away from Barbie and lay on my back, my cock standing
up and swaying. "Be my guest. Look all you want." I smiled
and said, "You can even touch it if you want."
Barbie sat up beside me and said, "I want." Reaching out a
hand, she circled her fingers around my shaft, holding it
gently in her hand. With her other hand, she ran her fingers
across the wet and glistening head, wet from my continuing flow
of pre-come. "I get wet when I'm excited. Does your wetness
mean the same thing?"
"Yes, exactly the same thing. Remember saying that your
panties were wet? Well, my shorts were soaking when I took
them off."
Barbie smiled and said, "I'm glad you're wet. That means
you're really excited, excited by being here with me." She
squeezed my cock and moved a hand down to my balls, stroking
them softly with just her finger tips. "God, I'm getting
excited again just from holding your penis and seeing how hot
and aroused it is. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, perfect sense. Every time you came, I had to fight hard
to keep from coming myself at the same time."
"Oooh, I wish you had."
I laughed and said, "Barbie, boys can't come back as fast as
girls can. Girls can have one orgasm after another, but boys
need a little time in between. I wanted to be sure I would be
able to give you the kind of loving I want to."
Still stroking my cock, she said, "If you come now, how long
will you have to wait before you can come again?"
I laughed and said, "Barbie, having a beautiful, naked girl you
beside me and considering my reaction to what you're doing
right now, it probably won't take much time at all--maybe
fifteen or twenty minutes. Why?"
"Because I want to do to you what you just did to me. I want
to eat you and make you come. But I wouldn't want to do it if
it kept you from being able to show me how to fuck." Laughing,
she continued, "I know it's a bad pun, but I want to eat my
cake and have it, too." She gave my cock a squeeze and asked,
"How about it? If I eat you and make you come, will you still
be able to fuck me?"
"Just try to keep me from it."
"I hoped that was what you'd say." She smiled a little shy
smile and said, "The only problem is, I don't know how to do
it. What do I do now? Tell me what I'm supposed to do. Teach
me how a woman is supposed to eat a man."
"Have you ever eaten a popsicle?"
"Sure, lots of times."
"Okay, first lick it all over, just like you would a popscicle,
a warm one that is, and then put it into your mouth and suck on
it."
"Do I put the whole thing in my mouth?"
"Sure, or at least as much as you can."
Barbie dropped her head and, with her tongue fully extended,
lapped across the bulbous head of my cock, licking up the
coating of pre-come that covered it. My abdomen tensed at the
pleasure of the touch as her tongue moved across my sensitive
glans. I couldn't keep from groaning as my cock jerked in
response. Another dribble of pre-come oozed out of my cock
and Barbie immediately went after it, licking it off as fast as
it seeped out. She lifted her head and grinned at me. "I like
the way you taste, too. Does that mean I'm gay?"
"No, sweetheart, it just means you're a good lover."
Barbie's face lit up in pleasure and she lowered her head
again, this time opening her mouth and taking about half my
cock inside. She swirled her tongue around and around my
shaft, and I couldn't help but thrust my cock up and move it in
and out of her mouth in imitation of the fuck I had been
waiting on for so long. Seeing from that the kind of motion I
desired, she moved her mouth up and down on my cock. I closed
my eyes and moaned, "Oh, yesss. Ooohhhh, yes, baby, that's the
way."
She pulled her mouth up and asked, "You like that?"
"Oh, God, yes!"
"I'm doing it right, then? It feels good to you?"
"It's fantastic. It's been so long since this has happened to
me, and it's good. Oh, baby, yes, it's good...so good."
Barbie held my cock by its very base and licked on it, starting
at her hand and stroking up to and across the head. She
covered all sides of my cock with her tongue washing and I was
soon jerking upward and trembling in pleasure from her loving
caresses. Finishing with that, she lifted her head up and once
again took me into her mouth, plunging downward until her lips
brushed against my pubic hairs. "God," I thought, "she's
almost deep-throating me."
If her intention had been to give me pleasure like I had given
her, she was accomplishing her goal. The warmth and wetness of
her mouth engulfing my now beating and throbbing cock was
bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I had been hard and
hot for so long, needing release so badly, and I knew it would
be only a matter of seconds before my cock erupted a volcano
flow of hot sperm. Barbie began her up and down motions again,
and they were the beginning of my downfall. I couldn't control
my hips any longer--they began a constant up and down motion,
driving my cock up to meet the motions of her mouth as it moved
down and engulfed my cock. It was jerking and pulsing with
each motion and a flow of pre-come was gushing out in a steady
trickle.
Suddenly, my vision became blurred and sparkly and spasms began
in my prostrate gland. "Barbie, I'm going to come. Pull back
if you don't want me to come in your mouth," I managed to say
in a strangled voice.
Barbie pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her head,
watching my cock as it swelled in her hand. After the
swelling, it contracted and a huge glob of white, hot sperm
shot out several feet into the air and fell and splattered on
my chest. Barbie muttered a soft "Ohhh" sound, and with a
quick movement, recaptured my cock in her mouth. With almost
frantic motions, she gulped my cock down and sucked on it,
drawing out draught after draught of my sperm. My cock
continued to jerk and spurt, and my buttocks and stomach
muscles clenched as each jet of come spewed out my cock into
the wetness of Barbie's mouth.
All I could do was groan at the pleasure her mouth was giving
me. I had my buttocks lifted completely off the bed, my cock
thrust up into her mouth as she continued to suck on it. Her
whole hand was coated with sperm that had escaped from her
mouth and my pubic hair was drenched in the hot, sticky wetness
of the flow.
As my orgasmic pleasure lessened in intensity, I lowered my
hips back to the bed, relaxed and limp from the explosion of my
climax. Barbie released my cock from her mouth and then moved
up and licked up the blob of sperm that had spattered on my
chest. Finishing the job, she then licked off the sperm that
coated her fingers. Seemingly unable to keep her hands off me,
she took my still hard cock in her hand and fondled it.
"God, Joe, I had no idea men spurt so much juice when they
come. Was it good for you? Was that why you spurted out so
much?"
"No, Barb, it wasn't any good. I act this way--like I've died
and gone to heaven--all the time." I smiled and said, "Oh,
baby, it was terrific. Yes, it WAS good, and that WAS the
reason I spurted so much."
"Then I gave you as much pleasure as you gave me?"
"I don't how much you got, but if it was as much as me, then
you must have had a good time."
Barbie got on her hands and knees and then stretched out
alongside me. She kept her hand on my cock, still fondling it,
as though it would be lost if she let go. She turned toward me
and stroked her other hand across my cheek, a soft loving
caress, and said, "I had a good time. Oh, boy, DID I have a
good time."
Her lips were still wet with the overflow of my come and she
reached out her tongue and licked it off. It was such a wanton
gesture that my cock responded to it, growing completely rigid
once again and throbbing in Barbie's hand. Not loosening her
hold on my cock, she snuggled up close against me, her breasts
pushing against my chest. She put her hand behind my neck and
pulled my mouth against her's. Our mouths opened automatic-
ally, and we kissed deeply and languidly. She lifted a leg and
put it over my waist, giving her hand more room to gently
fondle and caress my now fully recovered cock.
It was period of quietude, a period of savoring the moments and
pleasures just past, and we were in almost a reverie. My
thoughts drifted and in my mind's eye I imagined that it was
Candy who lay so close to me, that it was Candy who had her
hand on my cock, fondling it with soft, loving touches. As
Barbie moved her tongue slowly in my mouth, I imagined that it
was Candy's tongue probing and insinuating itself so erotic-
ally. My cock jerked in Barbie's hand as it responded to the
arousing incestuous mental pictures, and I moaned softly in
response to the fantasies my mind was weaving. Barbie pulled
her mouth from mine and said, "That was a fast fifteen
minutes."
I smiled at her and said, "You can take credit for that.
You're enough to bring a mummy back to life."
Barbie dimpled up and said, "Thank you, kind sir. Right now,
though, I'm glad you're a daddy and not a mummy." She gave me
a quick kiss on the lips and squeezing my cock, she said, "Does
that mean you're ready to go on with my lessons?"
With Barbie's leg over my hip, her pussy was spread wide and
allowed me to put my whole hand in her furrow and caress it.
"Yeah, that's what it means. In just a little while, I hope to
make your bad memory of sex just that--a bad memory. From now
on I want you to have something good to remember and to build
on in your relations with men."
Barbie's only response was just a long, happy "Ummmnnnn."
I continued my hand strokes in her pussy, moving my fingers up
and down the complete length of her wide-gaping furrow. She
was still wet and slick, her juices still seeping out and
covering all the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs. My
cock was leaking, too, and Barbie's hand had spread my slick
pre-cum so that the full length of my shaft was coated with the
slippery lubrication. Even though I had just finished one of
the most intense orgasms of my life, Barbie's hand sliding up
and down on my shaft and rubbing over its slickened glans was
bringing my passions back up to a fever pitch.
I got up on my hands and knees and turned in reverse to her, so
that my head was even with her pussy. I straddled over her
body, my knees on each side of her chest, and lowered my mouth
down into the wetness of her exposed vaginal opening. Taking
hold of her thighs, I spread them even farther apart and moved
my mouth down so that it had access to all her wet, hot flesh.
The musky odor of her orgasm inflamed my senses, and I went at
her pussy like a starving man--lapping, licking, and sucking
like there would be no tomorrow.
I knew that my cock was waving in front of Barbie's face like a
flag pole and I hoped she would know from that what I wanted
her to do. As if sensing my thoughts and desires, Barbie took
hold of my cock and guided it into her mouth. Once she had
engulfed in her oral cavity, she gave it the same sort of
attention I was giving her pussy by sucking on it and swirling
her tongue around the bulbous head. She may not have had much
knowledge about sex, but she was taking to sixty-nine like a
natural.
I took hold of her hips and rolled us over onto our sides. We
handled this in perfect concert, neither of us breaking our
oral contact with the other's sex. Lifting our legs over each
other, we proceeded to eat each other. Neither of us were
inhibited in giving of pleasure, and the room was soon filled
with the liquid, slurping sounds that are only produced by man
and woman engaged in passionate oral sex.
Barbie's thigh started squeezing down on me and I could tell
she was once again climbing up the heights to orgasm. Her
action on my cock was delightful and made me want to prolong
our foreplay, to draw it out until we each were panting and
desperate for the final act of penetration. I knew there was
nothing quite so good as driving my cock into a trembling,
spasming pussy, one that was practically screaming out in
desire for penetration. I slowed down my oral actions on her
pussy, just limiting them to slow licks and tickles with my
tongue. Just as she had done all through love-making, she
seemed to sense my thoughts and slowed down her oral fondling
of my cock. For long moments, we engaged in gentle, slow love,
each of us building slowly and inexorably toward the inevitable
conclusion that waited at the end of our slow journey.
Even slow love has it limits, though, and before long we were
each moaning from the pleasure our slow, soft touches were
bringing. Barbie's hips were gyrating in little circles, and
with short thrusts of her hips she was driving the gash of her
pussy up to my mouth and tongue. I probed my tongue into the
hot hole of her sheath and I could feel her gasp around my
cock. She sucked down hard on my cock, seeking to return the
feelings of rapture my oral explorations were bringing. When
she gripped my head hard between her thighs and moaned so loud
that my cock almost came out of her mouth, I knew that it was
time, time to take that final step in her education. I pulled
my mouth away from the swamp of her pussy and sat up erect on
my knees pulling my cock from her mouth with an audible sound.
Barbie muttered, "Oh, God, Joe I was almost there."
"Me, too," I said "That's why I stopped." I moved from
straddling Barbie and got down between her legs, my cock
standing straight out from my body, wet with her saliva and
throbbing with lust. "It's time for the real thing, Barb.
It's time for the final part of your lessons."
Barbie pulled her legs up, bending them at the knees, and
spread them even further apart. The wet furrow and opening
into her love pit lay fully exposed to me, available to be
plumbed to its depths. Barbie said, "Joe, I don't have any
kind of protection on. Don't you need to wear something?"
Stroking the inside of her thighs, I said, "You don't have
anything to worry about--I had a vasectomy ten years ago. I
don't need to wear a rubber; I'm perfectly safe."
Barbie smiled and said, "Oh, good. This way there won't be
anything between us...just Joe and Barbie, together."
Taking hold of the base of my cock, I leaned forward and moved
its red and throbbing head into the spread flesh of Barbie's
channel. Stroking up and down, I traversed the full length of
her slit with my cock. As it came to her clitoris, I held my
shaft in place and rubbed little circles around Barbie's little
love button. Pre-come covered the little nubbin and made it
even more slick than it was. She groaned and pushed her hips
against my shaft, seeking even more contact between my throb-
bing manhood and her hard and swollen center of female
pleasure.
Moving my cock downward, I sought out the opening that Barbie
had been yearning so much to be filled. It was time, finally,
for penetration, and my cock throbbed and jerked in anticipa-
tion of its burial into the tight little hole leading into the
hot, wet inner recesses of Barbie's body. Since Barbie wasn't
a virgin, I was confident I could achieve full penetration
without her feeling pain. Indeed, it wasn't pain either of us
was thinking of, it was pleasure--the pleasure that comes only
from the union of male and female flesh.
As the head of my cock nudged into Barbie's vaginal entrance
and entered about half an inch, she opened her eyes wide and
drew in her breath. Very slowly, I pressed my cock further
into her sheath until it was about half-way in. The tight
tunnel of her flesh pressed in on my cock on all sides and its
heat and wetness sent thrills through my body. It had been a
long time since my cock had enjoyed the pleasure of sexual
union, and I realized then just how much I had missed it.
Knowing that the position we were in would not allow me to
penetrate to the very depths of Barbie's pussy, I pulled my
cock out so I could shift us around to a position that was
better. As my cock came out of her, Barbie humped her pussy up
to me, seeking to maintain contact. As our flesh disconnected,
Barbie let out her breath and said, "Was that it, Joe?"
Not being able to resist teasing her, I said, "Yep. That was
it. How was it?"
"Well, uh, okay, I guess," she said, with a slight frown on her
face.
Seeing how pitiful she looked and hearing the disappointment in
her voice, I was sorry I teased her. Laughing, I said,
"Barbie, I'm just teasing you. No, sweetheart, that's not it,
not by a long shot. I haven't even gotten started yet, in
fact. All I'm doing is moving us a little so that it will be
better, so that you can experience full penetration."
Barbie smiled and said, "You're a dirty old meanie. I thought
that you had fucked me and I didn't even know it."
I took hold of Barbie's hips and pulled her until her buttocks
were at the edge of bed and her feet hanging off. Spreading
her legs, I stood between them, looking down at the perfection
of her body. "Barbie, when we get through here, there's not
going to be any doubt in your mind--you're going to know you've
been fucked." With that, I reached down and pulled her legs up
to where her feet were up on my shoulders. From that vantage,
I could look down and see where the lips of her pussy were now
just a pink crease between her thighs. Reaching down, I put my
hands under her buttocks and lifted her ass up to where my cock
brushed against that crease, the head just nudging into it.
Shoving my hips forward, I pushed my cock further in between
her labial lips, seeking out the portal to her tunnel of love.
Releasing a hand from her ass cheek, I took hold of my shaft
and probed into Barbie's furrow, feeling around for her vagina.
I soon found it and drove my cock in far enough to be sure it
was lodged in place. Reaching up, I positioned her legs so
that her knees were on my shoulders and her calves extending
down my back. Then I leaned forward and put my hands on the
bed, right along her now heaving breasts. Lowering myself even
lower, I brought my mouth down to Barbie's lips and kissed her.
With my tongue rolled into a tube, I pushed it slowly into her
mouth. As my tongue penetrated her oral cavity, I slowly
thrust my hips forward and pushed my cock into the tight
confines of Barbie's vagina.
Although her pussy was slick with her secretions, it was
nonetheless tight, and I had to push hard to make penetration.
It was obvious that even though she might not be a virgin, it
had been a long time since anything had plumbed to the depths I
was now attaining. I felt the walls of her sheath push apart
as my spear probed into the inner recesses of Barbie's
womanhood and then press onto and enclose my cock in their
warmth. Her buttocks clenched in my hands and her pussy
clamped down hard on my shaft. I pulled my mouth from hers and
whispered, "Try to relax, baby. I'm almost there, almost all
the way in."
Barbie released the tension in her buttocks and in one smooth
motion I drove my cock fully into her pussy, bottoming out with
the head just making contact with her cervix. Barbie
whispered, "Ohhhh, Joe." She pushed her pussy hard against my
pubic bone and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I can feel you all the way
up inside me. Deep...so deep." She gyrated her hips and
smiling said, "Oh, yeah, now I KNOW I'm being fucked. NOW
we're finally and really fucking."
I lowered myself to my elbows and put my mouth on hers and
kissed her again. She thrust he tongue up into my mouth and
shoved her pussy hard up against me at the same time. I worked
my hips in small circles, pressing on and rubbing myself across
her clitoris. She swirled her tongue inside my mouth and
murmured softs sounds of pleasure. Pulling her mouth from
mine, she whispered, "Oh, God, I love it! Oh, God, Daddy Joe,
I love it, I love it!"
Slowly, inch by slow inch, I pulled my cock from Barbie's body
until only the head remained within her. Reversing the motion,
I then pushed it slowly into her, thrusting until it once again
was completely embedded in her flesh. The flow of her
secretions had increased and they, combined with the flow of my
pre-come, made her tunnel slick. Now that she had relaxed from
the tension and anticipation of initial penetration, she had
loosened a little, and though she was still tight by any
standard, I was able to slide my cock out of her with ease.
I held for a moment, my cock poised at her love's entrance, and
then thrust hard, driving my cock into her body in one motion,
pushing hard until my cock was once again fully engulfed in the
flesh of her womanhood. She gasped and shoved back against me,
murmuring, "Oh, yes, I love that. Oh, God, I love fucking. I
just LOVE fucking!"
Barbie's calling me "Daddy Joe" had triggered my fantasies
about Candy again, and in my mind it was Candy underneath me,
Candy's pussy that was the receptacle of my throbbing cock.
My cock swelled even more in response to the mental picture and
I started pumping in and out of Barbie, thrusting and pulling
back with rapid motions. She met each of my thrusts with her
own, gasping and panting as she worked her hips up and down
against the pistoning shaft invading her pussy. She was
moaning continuously, little mewling sounds of pleasure coming
from both her throat and her mouth. Wetting a finger, I put it
down into the top of her crease and massaged her clitoris,
rubbing it in time to my thrusts and withdrawals. In my mind's
eye, it was Candy's crease I was massaging and it was her
murmuring the sounds of sexual pleasure. I groaned in response
to the image, my sounds mingling with Barbie's.
The strokes of my cock combined with the strumming of my finger
on her clitoris was bringing Barbie to the very brink of
orgasm. Her pussy's clasping and clutching at my cock and the
heat and friction of my strokes deep into her flesh had me to
the same point also, almost ready to fall into that deep,
almost bottomless well of rapture that accompanies orgasm.
Barbie reached up her hands and grabbed my shoulders, squeezing
them in clutching fingers. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!" she
shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I did just that. I drove my cock in and out of her as fast as
I could go. In my fantasy, it was Candy I was fucking, and I
was almost overcome with the feelings of concupiscence, of
sheer unbridled lust, that image produced.
Barbie clamped her knees up against my head and thrust herself
up hard against me, shudders running through her abdomen. She
cried out, "Oooooohhhhhh, Gooooddddd!" I drove my cock all the
way into Barbie's pussy and held there, shudders now wracking
my body. I pulled out and thrust in once more. As I did,
orgasm overtook me and my cock started jerking and spewing out
sperm into the hot depths of Barbie's pussy. She pulled my
lips down to her's and thrust her tongue in and out of my
mouth. Our groans mingled with the other's just as the hot,
liquid flows of our orgasms mingled inside her body.
We lay like that, overcome with the rapture of our simultaneous
orgasms, for what seemed like an eternity. As our spasms
slowly lessened, I lifted myself and took Barbie's legs from my
shoulders and lay them back down on the bed. I then lowered
myself back down on her and resumed our kiss. I could feel her
legs wrap around my hips as she wrapped her arms around me
back. My cock still completely immersed in Barbie's hot hole,
we lay like that, softly and slowly kissing, making gentle
thrusts against each other's bodies. My cock began to shrink,
gradually working its way out of Barbie's wet recess until it
fell completely out and nestled into her drenching furrow.
I pulled my face up and looked down at hers. She had her eyes
closed and lips slightly apart, still breathing heavily. She
opened her eyes and looked up into mine, a smile on her face.
"Now I know what good fucking is like," she said softly. "Now I
really know what a REALLY good orgasm is like. Thank you,
Joe."
I smiled and said, "You're thanking me? Here you've just given
me one on the best experiences of my life, and you're thanking
me? God, baby, it should be me thanking you."
She smiled softly, almost shyly, and asked, "I'm a good fuck?
Boys will really think I'm good in bed?"
"Barbie, you're not only beautiful, but you're sexy beyond
belief. Yes, you'll do fine with boys. All you have to do is
find one who wants to give as well as receive pleasure. There
are lots of guys like that, and I'm sure you'll find one. When
you do, I assure you he'll be one lucky guy."
Before I left and went home, Barbie made me assure her that I
would be available to continue her "lessons" if she developed
an urge to do so. Giving her light kiss on the lips, I told
her that it would be my pleasure to do so, that making love to
her was as much pleasure for me as it was for her. Her parting
words were that she would give me a call and make arrangements.
That night after I had showered and gone to bed, I once again
thought about Candy, about how she and Barbie had played
together and given each other orgasms. Once again, I imagined
that it had been her instead of Barbie who had been naked and
passionate, and that it had been Candy, not Barbie, under me as
we achieved such a satisfying orgasm. My cock hardened and
stayed hard, even as I drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
I was not surprised when my phone rang several days later to
find Barbie on the other end. I was hoping that she was going
to ask for a renewal of her "lessons." Instead, she was
excited and wanted to tell me about how she had met and made
love to a boy about her age. She described it as a "good
experience," not like her first experience with a boy. She
said she just wanted to call me and let me know her lessons had
paid off and to thank me once again for showing how good love
could be if done right. Even though I was disappointed, having
been looking forward to at least one more session with Barbie,
I expressed my delight at her new circumstances and wished her
continued good fortune in the arena of love. When she hung up,
I felt the full weight of my forty-five years.
* * * *
One evening, about a week later, Candy called and indicated
that she would be coming home on the following week-end. With
a wry little laugh, she said that she would have to stay with
me instead of Barbie, that Barbie had a new roommate--a boy
this time. At the end of our conversation, Candy added these
words: "And when I get home, Daddy, there's something I need to
talk with you about."
Recognizing that these were words similar to what Barbie had
used, visions of Candy and I making love filled my mind.
Responding to the stimulus, my cock grew instantly erect and I
was forced to relieve myself with a lonely session of solo love
before I was able to go to sleep. That night, I dreamed that
Candy and I made love. It was the greatest sex I had ever
experienced.
* * * * *
TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART II
1993
-- CJ
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