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THE PURSUIT
Chapter 1
Jake reached one gloved hand up to wipe his brow. Even in the
crisp autumn air, the exertion of his labor caused beads of perspiration
to trickle down into his eyes. Digging postholes was never a pleasant
task, and in the rock strewn ground of North Texas it was even harder.
To most folks, this was no "promised land",,,,, no Garden of Eden where
the bounty of the earth virtually laid itself out at your feet for
nothing..
But that is why Jake loved this land so much. He drove the
posthole diggers deeply into the dirt at his feet, and leaned his tall,
muscular frame against the handles while he caught his breath. Looking
out across the valley below the new fence row, Jake marveled anew at the
wild beauty of this place. Each time he looked across the vista, it was
just like the first time he had seen it so many years ago. The brood
mares in the rolling, grass covered meadow down by the creek. The tall,
dark grove of live oaks in the hollow to the south. And "The Hill", as
the locals called it, towering over the relatively flat surrounding
countryside. It was on The Hill that Jake and Tammy, classic "high school
sweethearts", had come to make their home almost 17 years ago. Jake stood
on the hill, as he had countless times before, alone with his thoughts.
The gentle fall breeze brushed the hair back from his blue grey eyes, and
played with the curls of the pony tail tied at the base of his neck, as
he thought back to the memories tied to this special place.
It was on The Hill that Jake had built his new bride a wonderful,
magical home.
It was on The Hill that Jake had watched his baby daughter enter
the world.
And it was on The Hill that Jake had planned to grow old with the
girl of his dreams, but instead had been forced to watched Tammy slip
slowly away.....
The dog that had been snoozing peacefully by a stack of fence
posts stirred suddenly, his ears erect and straining as he stared
intently at the horizon behind his master. Jake turned to look, just in
time to see a faint cloud of dust approaching along the dirt road that
connected the ranch to the larger asphalt county road. Closer and closer
the dust cloud approached, until Jake could finally make out the sound of
an engine. The dust parted as a car neared the large, main house. Jake
could now make out the curving lines and bright red color of a sports
car. As the car pulled to a stop at the front of the house, the passenger
door opened and a young girl practically leapt out, smiling and waving
excitedly.
Lori Grantham was Jake's pride and joy. His only joy for many of
the years immediately after Tammy's death. Even from a distance he could
see the bright, sunny smile that had saved him from slipping forever into
the darkness of depression in those early years. At 16 years old, Lori
was the cute, bubbly, girl next door that all the teen magazines
promised, but never delivered.
"HI, DADDY!", Lori called to her father. "LOOK WHAT CHRISSY
GOT!!!"
The driver's side door to the new Dodge Stealth opened and
another, slightly taller figure emerged. Chrissy Nader. If Lori Grantham
was the embodiment of wholesomeness, then Chrissy was undoubtedly the
picture of sultriness. Jake raised his hand to return the girls' waves,
and began walking toward the pair. He was not at all comfortable with
finding himself thinking of a 16 year old girl as "sultry", but try as
he might he could think of no better way to describe the tall brunette.
While most of the other members of Lori's Jefferson High cheerleading
squad wore there hair in pig tails, Chrissy's long, thick mane was almost
always softly curled and loose about her face. She had the most
penetrating stare. Jake often wondered what went on behind those large,
beautifully deep blue eyes. In fact, he had seen those eyes more and more
frequently when he closed his own eyes of late. She was only 16, but her
manner was much more mature than Lori's other classmates. Perhaps it was
due to the jet set lifestyle she had led with her rich parents before
moving to Oak Grove early last year. Or maybe she just had an "older
spirit". Jake wasn't sure. The maddening thing was, Jake had recently
begun to pick up on what he thought were definite "signals" of interest
from Chrissy. At first, he passed them off as his imagination. He knew
the toll that his celibate life of the past several years was taking on
him, but it still made him uncomfortable to entertain intimate thoughts
involving a girl the same age as his daughter, even if they were just
fantasies. But lately, he would catch her staring at him from the corner
of his eye while he worked. Or more frustratingly, she would stand very
close to Jake. So close that her arm, or leg, or firm young breast would
brush invitingly against him. So close that he could feel her sweet
breath on his skin.
And now, of all times, this vixen was going to be free to torment
him for two whole days. Jake sighed to himself as he neared his daughter
and her friend. With Chrissy spending the weekend at the Grantham Ranch,
he would have to be very careful indeed. As he closed the final few feet
between the girls and himself, Jake couldn't help but think how badly the
teenage boys of Jefferson High would like to be in his shoes right now.
However, as Chrissy slid her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and
cast her best smoldering look at Jake with those hauntingly beautiful
eyes, all he wanted to do with his shoes was run away.
"Hello Jake," Chrissy said, her eyes darting quickly over his
body.
"Hi ya Chrissy, new wheels?"
"Yeah, my Dad picked it up over in Trenton yesterday," she said
non-chalantly, the slender fingers of one hand resting on her cocked hip.
"Wanna go for a ride?" she purred, the corners of her mouth turning up
into a devilish smile.
"Now you don't want to be seen driving around with a sweaty old
guy like me, do you?" Jake parried.
"Ahhhh Jake," she drawled sweetly," I don't think you will ever
be too old to take a ride".
Jake tried to convince himself that he had only imagined Chrissy
slightly emphasizing the word "ride". He valiantly tried to change the
subject. "How was practice today, Hon?" he said turning to his daughter.
"GREAT! Ms Hampton says that we've gotta shot at the regional
cheerleading competition next month."
Lori's face dimpled as she beamed that wonderful smile. Jake's
daughter had always been shy, almost painfully so. She would NEVER have
been the type to even try out for a position on the High School
cheerleading squad. However, over the past year she had blossomed before
his very eyes. Ever since Chrissy Nader's parents had built their
"mansion" in Oak Grove and the girls became best friends, Lori Grantham
had really come out of her shell. She had never seemed happier, and for
that Jake was thankful. Even if it meant the temptation of having Chrissy
underfoot.
Jake smiled and gave the appearance of listening as his daughter
giggled and chattered away about the progress the squad was making. But
his mind was somewhere very different. At the far edge of his field of
vision stood 5' 2" of trouble. He dared not look at her, for fear of
starting another innuendo laden conversation. But Chrissy was under no
such constraint. She stood, dressed in a tailored, waist length leather
jacket. Jake was painfully aware of the pleasant curves accentuated by
her even tighter jeans. Chrissy tapped the toe of one high heeled ankle
boot, and stared intently at Jake. Almost seeming to will him to
acknowledge her. He fought the urge to look at her fully which, he was
sure, resulted in one of her patented pouty expressions.
Realizing that his daughter had finished speaking, Jake scrambled
to cover the fact that his mind had wandered.
"Well.....that sounds really good, babe," he stammered. "You two
go on in the house and make yourselves something to eat. I have some work
to finish down in the barn. Don't wait up for me tonight, I probably
won't be in until late." He bent down and kissed his daughter lightly on
the cheek, smiled in Chrissy's general direction without making eye
contact, and beat a retreat to the large old barn down the path from the
house.
As Jake walked away from the girls, Chrissy once more lowered her
sunglasses to take a good look at her host's retreating rear end.
"Mmmmmm" she moaned.
"What?" Lori asked, giving her friend a puzzled look.
"Girlfriend, your Dad is HOT!"
"Ah.... Come on, Chrissy," Lori replied, "you should know by now
that Daddy isn't gonna bite on anything you wave in front of him. Why
don't you just give up and settle for one of the boys at school?"
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Boys,,,,with a capital B," she sighed.
"I don't have the patience for "boys", Lori. I told you. I want my first
time to be with someone who knows what they're doing."
"I still find it hard to believe that someone who has lived the
kind of life that you have, has never had sex!" marvelled Lori.
"Well, its not for lack of opportunities!" Chrissy grinned. "Boys
my age just don't appeal to me at all. Sometimes, one of Daddy's friends
will try to get in my pants, but they are all so pathetic. Your Dad is so
sweet, and nice. Not at all like those perverts. It just makes me want
him even more!"
"Well, I can tell that he is interested," Lori smiled. "He could
barely even pretend to listen to me, with you around."
"Maybe you should have taken a shot and asked him for a raise in
your allowance," Chrissy grinned.
The two girls broke into an uncontrollable case of the giggles,
and made their way thru the large oak door of the Grantham house. Nearby
in the barn, Jake took a last peek thru a crack in the barn siding.
Chrissy and Lori walked arm in arm into the house, their laughter ringing
in the crisp air, and the heels of Chrissy's boots clicking on the
flagstone walkway. Jake sighed in resignation as Chrissy's heartshaped
behind disappeared into the darkness of the house's doorway. He turned
and looked around the interior of the old barn, his eyes falling on the
large stack of hay bales that waited to be carried up into the loft.
"Well," he grumbled under his breath, "I guess there is no way to
stretch this job out for the entire weekend."
THE PURSUIT
Chapter 2
The evening passed with excruciating slowness. The sun dropped
lower in the western sky, as dark storm clouds steadily approached for
the north. Jake finished loading the winter's supply of hay into the
barn's loft just as darkness fell completely over the Grantham ranch.
Since the hard physical labor seemed to ease his mind a bit, he moved on
to the twin rows of stalls. Cleaning each one thoroughly, he spread a
fresh layer of straw bedding onto the floors. As we worked with the
pitchfork, Jake saw that snow had begun to fall outside. The dark clouds
he had seen earlier were the leading edge of a cold front that had been
forecasted for that night. Snow might be rare in this part of Texas, but
cold weather wasn't.
Jake hadn't noticed the falling temperature until he stopped
working and was looking over the progress he had made in the barn.
Without the exertion of the chores, the cold began to creep into his
body. He glanced at his watch and grimaced. He had hoped to stay out of
the house until the girls were sound asleep for the night, but now it was
only 9 o'clock and he had only his light jacket to stave off the chills.
Walking to the large barn door, He opened it just enough to look out at
the house. Through the falling snow, Jake could see its dark shape. His
daughter's bedroom light was still on, but the downstairs windows were
completely dark. As he closed the barn door, shutting off most of the
cold draft of air from outside, Jake turned to look at a horse munching
hay in the nearest stall.
"This is ridiculous," he said. "Here I am, a 37 year old man,
hiding out in the barn freezing my ass off......all because I am afraid
of a 16 year old girl. Who am I kidding? There is NO way that she is even
remotely interested in me. What could she possibly see in me, anyway? I
have grey hairs that are older than her! I've just been on my own too
long and its making me imagine things, thats what it is. I
mean...geez...look at me. I am having a conversation with a HORSE, for
Pete's sake!!"
At that, the horse snorted and tuned its attention back to the
hay rack for another mouthful. Jake turned the collar up on his jacket
and began the short walk up to the house. The wind blew little whirlwinds
of snow around his feet as he walked up the path. He opened the door and
stepped inside. Starting to shut the door behind him, Jake hesitated. He
had pretty much convinced himself during his earlier conversation with
the horse, but now.....he thought it better to be safe than sorry and
shut the door as quietly as possible. He didn't turn on a light, as he
picked his way across the living room toward the door to his study.
Reaching it, he stepped inside and closed the door softly. Jake had no
electric lights in his study. Instead he preferred the warmer, cozier
light of oil lamps and candles. As he lit several, their yellowish glow
revealed the absence of almost any electronic appliances. The one
exception was Jake's computer, tucked into a niche desk amongst the many
shelves laden with books. Books were a passion with Jake. He had never
gone to college, but he was more "well read" than 99% of the professors
at Oak Grove Community College, and most of the profs at the University
over in Trenton.
As soon as the room was well lit enough to allow him to move
about, Jake lit a fire in the stone fireplace. He poured himself a glass
of Glenlivet from the decanter on his desk, and sunk his tired body down
into his favorite chair before the fireplace. Staring into the flames and
feeling the combined warmth of the fire, and the Scotch, Jake began to
feel much better about the entire weekend. He almost laughed out loud
when he thought about his irrational fears concerning Chrissy. The mind
can play strange tricks on a man.
Jake had just finished the last of his drink, and was considering
pouring himself another, when he heard a faint sound. He cocked his head
to listen, straining his ears to pick out the sound from the crackling of
the fire and the soft rasping of the snow striking the window pane. He
had almost passed it off as yet another "imagining", when he heard
another more identifiable sound. The clear "click" of a lock being
engaged caused him to swivel in the chair to look at the study door. His
heart actually skipped a beat as his eyes focused on the sight before
him.
"....Chrissy?" he stammered.
"I was beginning to think you were going to stay out in that
smelly old barn all night," she said softly.
Chrissy stepped closer to Jake's chair, and moved into the light
cast by the lamps and fireplace. Gone were the leather jacket and jeans,
and in their place she wore and dark purple silk teddy. Her full young
breasts needed no support under the slinky lingerie. In fact, Jake
thought for a moment that her erect nipples might push their way through
the smooth fabric. Her hair, still wild and flowing, was pulled back from
her face by two combs, causing it to cascade along her neck, over her
shoulders, and down her back. He still could not see her face clearly,
and for that reason he was able to cling tentatively to the power of
speech.
"Uh...Honey, I don't think you should be down here like this."
His voice sounded like someone elses to his ears.
"But Jake," she cooed, "I wanted to give you a kiss goodnight.
There's no harm in that,...is there?"
Chrissy took several catlike steps forward fully into the light,
her round breasts swaying gently under the cool silk. Jake felt paralyzed
when her face came into the soft warm light of the fire. Her makeup was
always more maturely done than Lori's, but tonight she looked exquisite.
Her gorgeous eyes, with their long lashes, seemed to burn right into
Jake's soul and turn any resolve that he still had into ashes.
She continued her languorous path around to the front of Jake's
chair, his eyes riveted to her every move. When she arrived in front of
him, Chrissy leaned forward and down, her hands resting on the arms of
the chair. Her breasts swayed forward and her face came to within inches
of Jake's own. Her breath was sweet and her lips were slightly parted as
she smiled and laughed ever so softly.
"Nope. No harm at all, that I can see," she whispered.
Jake looked deep within himself for the strength to resist,
calling on all the logic and reasoning he could muster. Just as he opened
his mouth at last, to form some form of protest, Chrissy closed the last
few inches between them. Her soft, warm lips covered his mouth, a quiet
eager moan coming from deep within her. Jake felt like fire was racing
through his veins as she pulled back slightly, sucking softly on his
lower lip. She kissed him again, her tongue urging its way into his
mouth. Jake didn't remember doing it, but suddenly he realized that his
hands were no longer at his sides. Instead, they magically seemed to have
placed themselves on either side of Chrissy's smooth face. He pulled her
even closer, kissing her back with equal intensity.
After what seemed like ages, they separated. Chrissy's face still
hung very close to Jake's, only now her breath was shallower, and more
hurried. Her eyes no longer had their predatory look, but that look had
been replaced by one of hunger. Her moist red lips were still parted as
her breasts rose and fell with each pant. Her arms no longer grasped the
arms of the chair unyielding, but now quivered in anticipation.
"My, my," she said breathlessly, "I don't think that I could
sleep now if I had to."
"My God," he said hoarsely, "you are beautiful."
Jake ran the fingers of one had along the outline of her jaw,
amazed at the smooth flawlessness of her young skin. Chrissy fluttered
her eyes closed, cocking her head slightly and purring at his caress. She
leaned forward once again and kissed his lips lightly, then his cheek,
then his neck. Moving slowly and softly ever lower as she unbuttoned his
shirt. Her soft lips and warm tongue sent shivers of electricity through
Jake's spine as she kissed, and then sucked on his nipples.
"Oh....mmmmm." he moaned.
Chrissy knelt before Jake now, her small frame between his large
muscular legs. She kissed the palm of his hand as she deftly unfastened
his pants and unzipped his fly.
"I have never done this before, Jake, so you have to promise to
tell me if I don't do it right, OK?"
As she spread open the fly of Jake's jeans, she gasped at the
size of the bulge beneath the cotton of his underwear. It was like some
animal was trapped beneath, waiting to be freed. Chrissy ran her nails
softly over the outline of Jake's cock in amazement. His legs quivered at
her touch, to which she responded by looking up at him with her devilish
smile.
"It looks like I am not the only one who has been looking forward
to this," she giggled.
Chrissy worked Jake's penis free from the constraining garment
and it immediately sprang straight up, hard as a rod. Jake had never
considered himself a "long" man, but even he would admit that he was
wider than most. Chrissy's slender fingers seemed dwarfed by Jake's cock,
but she tentatively touched it. Her fingers slowly slid up the shaft and
rubbed gently against the baby soft skin of the head.
"Ahhh,....yeah," he grunted, closing his eyes tightly. Just the
sight of little Chrissy fondling his tool was nearly enough to send him
to climax. He tightened his grip on the arms of the chair, and gave in to
the urge to look at her angelic face again.
She smiled up at him, her blue eyes seeming to burn like the
surrounding flames. "You want me to lick it, Jake?" she purred. "Do ya
want me to suck this pretty cock for you,..... huh?"
"Yes," he said softly.
"What? I didn't quite catch that," she said, once more getting
control and taking charge.
"Yes,....... I want my cock in your mouth," he strained.
Chrissy's eyes stayed locked on Jake's eyes as she held his
quivering penis in her right hand. Slowly, she began to lick the hot
shaft, starting at the base and moving toward the head. Jake thought for
a second that his heart would stop, it felt so wonderful. He tensed his
arms again, determined to put off the inevitable as long as possible. He
wanted this to last forever.
"Do you like it like this, Jake?" she asked, flicking her tongue
beneath the head of his cock. Her hot breath feeling like fire on Jake's
flesh.
"God.....yessssss," he hissed.
"Or maybe this would be good, too," she purred, opening her mouth
wide enough to take the head of Jake's cock between her lips. She stayed
there, holding just the head in her hot little mouth, her soft red lips
surrounding him with wet warmth. Her eyes never left his, which made him
want to cum all the more. Finally, Jake could remain still no longer. He
almost imperceptibly began to move his hips, causing his cock to rise and
fall a bit. Chrissy took the cue immediately and began to slip her
luscious lips up and down Jake's shaft, taking more and more into her
mouth with each bob of her head. She moved her free hand to Jake's balls,
stroking them softly while she sucked. First taking most of his cock in
her mouth, then bobbing up and down so that just the head popped in and
out between her lips, Chrissy drove Jake right up to the edge again and
again.
"Ohhh.....mmmmmmm....that's it," Jake groaned.
"Ahhhh,,,,YEAH.....Ohhh Baby.....suck it!"
Jake began to thrust his hips harder, as Chrissy slid his cock in
and out of her mouth over and over, faster and faster. He squirmed in his
seat, squeezing the arms of the chair until the wooden joints began to
creak in protest. Suddenly, Jake felt the inescapable swelling of climax
approaching, FAST. He released his grip on the chair, and moved his hands
to Chrissy's head, gently pushing her back. But she would not stop. She
continued to bob even faster, her soft wet lips making that delicious
popping/slurping sound as the swollen head of Jake's cock flew in and out
of her mouth.
"Stop....Baby, pleasssse,....I'm gonna cummmmm!" he choked.
Chrissy responded by pumping her hand up and down Jake's shaft,
her head continuing its frantic bob at the end of his tool. Jake felt his
balls tense, and the fire building inside to the point that he could no
longer contain it.
"Unghhhh,...Oh,oh,oh...YES!!!!" he grunted as his entire body
convulsed in release. His cock jerked in the spasm of climax, jetting its
white stream into Chrissy's hot mouth. She hesitated slightly as the
first spurt of hot liquid burst in her mouth, then continued to milk his
member with even more enthusiasm. She tried in vain to swallow it all,
but Jake's pent up desires were more than her small mouth could handle. A
small amount of Jake's flow leaked from the corner of her mouth, running
down the side of his still throbbing dick.
His orgasm seemed to go on for ever, each spasm rocking his
entire body. Finally, the climax began to subside, and Chrissy slowed her
attentions to his penis to a more leisurely pace. She relaxed her grip on
his cock and ran her wicked little tongue along Jake's wide shaft,
eagerly licking up the juices that had escaped her before. Jake's head
seemed to spin, and he wasn't sure for a moment what was real, and what
was fantasy. He really didn't know if he was even actually here in the
study, or if this was all a dream.
Then, suddenly, Chrissy's face once more appeared before him, her
face flushed and her eyes slightly wild.
"Now.....its my turn," she purred.
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