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Sunday Afternoon
by Oyster50 (oyster1950@gmail.com)

***

The ex-wife's plump young niece comes by to pick up the 
kids after dad's weekend, then returns to watch TV. A 
single guy, a young single girl. What could possibly 
happen? (M/F-teen, oral, rom)

***

Author's Note: This is a work of FICTION. That means 
that not only did none of it actually happen, but also 
there is no intentional depiction of any actual human 
beings.

***

Further, there are graphic depictions of sex acts 
between two people, even references to sex acts 
involving ONE person. Therefore, if you're under 
eighteen or have scruples about reading such things, now 
is the time to go somewhere else. It's a big internet. 
You should find something that interests you somewhere.

And speaking of interests, I do NOT write short, quick 
whack-off stories. This is about romance and love and 
human interactions. If that's your bag, then read on. If 
you're looking for nine-inch cocks and steaming love 
tunnels, again I remind you: BIG internet.

Have a good day!

***

Chapter One

The kids had spent their "It's your weekend at Daddy's 
House" weekend and it was time for them to go home. I 
get a call from ex-wife.

"Hey," she said, unusually pleasant. "I can't come get 
the kids right now, so Britney's gonna come by and pick 
them up."

"Okay," I said. "They'll be ready."

Ex-wife's niece Britney. Nineteen. An "only" child. On 
good days I called her "overcompensated" instead of 
spoiled. She was five feet six inches tall. She had 
beautiful blue eyes. Luxurious brown hair, almost 
chestnut, cut short and sassy. And was a good hundred 
pounds overweight. An IQ in the one-thirties, a quick 
wit, and a sarcastic streak a mile wide, well, maybe not 
a mile, but at least as wide as her ample ass. Such was 
Britney.

I hustled the kids to get their weekend's worth of stuff 
together. Ten minutes later I heard the knock on the 
door. Britney. I hollered at her to come in while I 
prodded my kids to clean and straighten rooms. Returning 
to my living room, Britney was sitting on the sofa 
wearing jeans and a loose-fitting sweatshirt.

"Hi!" she said. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to get Thing One and Thing Two to straighten 
their rooms before you take them home," I said. "That 
may require a cattle prod."

Brit laughed. "And then what? What do you do on Sunday 
evenings after the kids go home?

"Oh," I answered, "I usually watch the tail end of a 
football game and then look for a movie. Nothing 
special. Just enjoy the peace and quiet after having 
them all weekend."

Brit looked thoughtful. "Y'ever have company?"

"Not usually on the agenda lately, Brit. Not that I 
mind, it's just that I don't have anyone on the 
calendar."

"I wouldn't mind hangin' out watching TV. Sometimes my 
apartment gets too noisy, and I don't like to go to 
Mom's because she acts all funny about me showin' up to 
lounge around on her sofa."

About that point in the conversation was when my kids 
showed back up in the living room to report rooms clean. 
I looked at Brit. "They're ready. Call me when you drop 
them off at their mom's."

The clamoring herd went out the door, leaving me with 
some thoughts about the previous conversation. Ten 
minutes later my phone rang. "Hello," I answered.

"So," said Brit. "Is it okay if I come hang out?"

"Sure," I answered. "I got snacks in the fridge and 
there's a couple of good possibilities for movies this 
evening." Totally innocent, I was.

And ten minutes later, Brit was at the door. She walked 
in, kicked off her shoes and sat in my recliner. "You're 
in MY chair!" I said.

"Get over it. You just gave it up to your favorite 
niece."

"You USED to be MY favorite niece. Now you're the 
annoying niece of my ex-wife and we're not related 
anymore." And I sat on the end of the sofa. We watched 
football for a few minutes. She got up and went to the 
bathroom.

Walking back into the room, she grinned. "I thought 
you'd take your seat back while I was gone."

"Nah... this is good, too."

"I wanna lay on the sofa." Eyes twinkled.

"Go ahead," I said. "Plenty of room."

She sat down. When she started to lay sideways she said, 
"It's too short. Can I put my head on your lap?"

I thought, what could it hurt. "Sure. But don't get 
caught."

"Caught?"

"Yeah. Your mom would have a fit if she saw you." Her 
mom was not one of my fans when I was married to, and 
subsequently divorced, Brit's aunt.

"She doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh. I kind of figured that."

Brit's head lay down on my left thigh. I put my left arm 
on the back of the sofa. We watched TV. In a few minutes 
my arm started tingling, going to sleep from the long 
time in an unusual position.

"Brit," I said, "you're gonna have to move."

"Why? I'm comfortable."

"Because my arm's going to sleep. I can't keep it on the 
back of the sofa."

"So, don't keep it on the back of the sofa."

"But I don't have anywhere else to put it. I'd have to 
rest it on you."

"Ooooooh, you'd HAVE to put your arm on me. Are you, 
like, disgusted about that?" Sarcasm dripped.

"No, little girl," I said, "I just didn't want you to 
think I was trying to cop a feel." I lowered my arm and 
found it rested nicely along her side, my hand at her 
waist, just above her hip. Soft. Plump. Warm. "Why would 
I think it was disgusting?"

"'Cuz I'm fat."

"'Scuse me, dear, have you seen my former wife?" Ex-wife 
was a BBW herself. Our divorce had nothing to do with 
physical issues. "I'm not a guy who has issues with 
"fat". Let that be somebody else's hangup. It ain't 
mine."

"Mmm-hmmm." She shut up for a while. My hand didn't stay 
idle. I started absent-mindedly lightly rubbing her 
side.

"That feels good."

"What feels good?"

"You touching me like that."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." Now I was paying 
attention. "I'll stop."

"Don't stop, silly," she said. "I said it feels good."

"Okay."

"You could rub my shoulder, too."

I complied. I think I felt her kind of snuggle up 
tighter against my thigh.

A commercial came on TV and she rolled from her side to 
her back, looking up at me, angelic face and those cool 
blue eyes. "You like living by yourself?"

"Yeah, it's okay. I get to do pretty much what I want, 
when I want. I have the whole house to myself."

"Do you run around nude?"

"What?!?" I was a little taken aback.

"Simple question. You live by yourself. Do you go around 
nude? You know, like, naked. With NO clothes on?"

It wasn't that simple a question. The complete answer 
would have been, "Seldom" but I wasn't sure where this 
was heading, so I shaded the answer just a little. 
"Yeah, quite a bit. I have to make sure the blinds are 
closed. But a lot of times after my shower I lounge 
around and cool off and let my skin breathe."

"I wish I could do that. I love being nude." Brit 
sighed. "I can't do it at the apartment. Usually they 
have somebody there, and even if it's just me and my 
roommates, they make me feel uncomfortable."

"Yeah," I commiserated, "some people get kind of funny 
about it. I'm lucky."

"An' I sure couldn't do it when I lived at home. I mean, 
I USED to wait until Mom an' Terry (her step-dad) went 
out an' I'd get naked and lay around, an' when I heard 
them pull the car into the garage, I'd close the door to 
my room an' get dressed."

"At least you got a little chance to be naked."

"But one time they left an' I stripped down an' I was 
lyin' in the den watching TV and I fell asleep. I woke 
up when I heard the door open when they were coming in 
from the garage. They almost caught my naked butt 
running up the hall to my room." She giggled.

I was letting my mind grasp that round, plump, pink ass 
disappearing up the hall. I laughed, but I felt a 
tingling in my pants, too.

The game came back on and Brit turned back over to 
watch. I let my hand wander over her body a little more 
freely, avoiding, of course, the rounded shapes of her 
breasts and the plump softness of her ample ass. A 
couple of times I kneaded her shoulder and was rewarded 
by "Mmmmmm."

Commercial came on. She rolled back on her back and 
looked at me again with those blue eyes. "So," she 
asked, "If I wasn't here this evening, would you be 
naked?"

The 100% truthful answer would have been "Probably not." 
The one I gave was, Yeah... It's been a long day. That 
would have helped me relax and unwind."

"Yeah? Well, I'm not stopping you." Eyes twinkling 
again.

"Yeah, let's see. You walk in and I take my clothes off, 
thinking you're going to be like, okay with that..."

"I might not have been before, but you say that's the 
way you do it. And it's YOUR house." More twinkling eyes 
and a little quirky smirk.

"Yeah, but I am a good host, and my guest has clothes 
on. You take YOURS off, I'll take MINE off." I thought I 
was calling her bluff.

She beat me. "Sounds good to me. Shouldn't we close the 
blinds?"

"You're serious?" I was incredulous.

"I am if you are." She stood up, reached behind her, and 
lowered the blinds on the windows behind the sofa.

"Okay, then." I went through the house closing blinds. I 
returned to her in the living room as she turned the 
lock on the front door.

"Keeps people from walking in and getting the wrong 
impression."

"Yeah. I could see how that would happen," I said. "A 
naked guy and a naked cute young girl. They might just 
think that something's up."

She fixed her eyes on me. I saw something in them that 
didn't exactly match her next words. "But all that's 
going on is two people watching TV. Except they don't 
have clothes on. Because it feels good to be naked."

"Yeah," I said. I played along. If I misread this, I was 
going to have one whopper of a case of 'blue balls' 
tonight when she left. "So, how do you want to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Get naked. You want to go in the bathroom or one of the 
bedrooms and undress and come back in here, or what?"

She answered by grasping the hem of her sweatshirt and 
skinning it over her head and off.

"Oh," I said. I removed my own shirt.

She looked at me. "Help me unhook my bra."

"You need help?"

"No, I can undo it by myself. I do it all the time. But 
since you're here..."

I guessed she'd turn her back to me to present the 
hooks. I was surprised when she stepped straight forward 
against my chest. She had her hands on my chest and her 
face on my shoulder as I reached around and quickly 
unhooked four hooks. Big girl. Big bra. I continued 
being helpful by easing the shoulder straps off her 
shoulders as she stepped back. I was holding her empty 
bra in my hands as I got my first view of her tits, not 
really big, but really firm, the nipples pointing up 
slightly. Pink. And erect.

"Thank you," she said, then she popped the button on the 
front of her jeans.

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my own jeans and 
hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear. In 
one movement I bent over and pushed them down to the 
floor, stepping out of them as I stood up.

We stood up together. I looked. She looked.

I saw a sweet, young, plump girl, skin unblemished, 
belly just starting to lap downward above her pubic 
mound, rolls above both hips, but those titties, man! 
they stood up proud.

She saw my dick. "It's HARD! An' where's YOUR HAIR?"

I shaved my pubic hair, a habit encouraged by an 
earlier, and long gone, girlfriend. "I shave it," I 
said.

"Why?"

"Feels cooler and cleaner."

"Okay... but you're HARD!"

"That, little girl, I cannot control. That thing's got a 
mind of its own, especially in the presence of cute 
naked women. It'll go down in a minute, as soon as it 
figures out that we're watching TV."

"Okay," she said, looking at me. Those blue eyes had a 
new look to them.

Brit laid back down on the sofa. "Ooooooh, this feels 
SOOOOO good!" She raised her arms in front of her and 
wiggled and then she surprised me, straightening her 
legs and spread them wide. Her pussy spread its deep 
pink lips open, glistening with moisture. She saw me 
staring.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to flash you. It 
just feels so good to let it BREATHE."

"I know," I said. "It really does."

"Sit back down. Let's watch that movie."

I sat down. She scooted towards me on the sofa and laid 
her head on my lap again, shaking it before she settled. 
Her short brown hair fanned out as she came to rest and 
some of it dragged across my dick. It WAS getting soft. 
Now it was hard. We watched the beginning of the movie.

"You stopped touching me," she said. She was right. I 
hadn't touched her since we got undressed. "I liked you 
touching me."

"I thought things were different since we're nude. I 
mean, touching your naked skin is a little bit 
different."

"Yeah, it's different. It'll probably feel even nicer."

My hand landed on her side. She was right. Her skin had 
that youthful texture of life. My fingertips drank the 
sensations. Apparently so did Brit. I heard another 
"Mmmmmm."

Commercial came on. She rolled on her back. I touched 
her face with my hand, brushing a stray tress of hair to 
the side of her face and then stroked her cheek. I got a 
pleasant smile and a sigh in return. It fled, followed 
by a little mischievous twinkle. She turned completely 
over, putting her face only inches from my dick. "I've 
never seen one shaved before." She paused. "Actually, I 
haven't seen hardly any."

"Oh, really?" I said.

Returning to laying on her back, her head still on my 
leg, she said, "Yeah, you probably think a single 
teenaged girl an' all that, I have a lot of experience. 
But I really don't."

"You don't?"

"I'm not a virgin, you know, but fat chicks don't 
exactly get a lot of attention. I'm probably the one 
they used beer goggles to screw."

"That's stupid. You're cute. You're smart. You're funny. 
If I was thirty years younger I'd be all after you."

"Yeah, but we KNOW you don't have a problem with fat 
chicks. I mean, Aunt Bev is big."

"Maybe so. Maybe so. But it's still stupid, young guys, 
I mean. One day you'll find somebody that sees things 
the way I see them."

"I hope so," she said.

I caressed her face again and she held my hand against 
her cheek for a brief second. The movie came back on. 
She turned. I thought she was going back onto her side 
to watch the movie, but she rolled a little further and 
looked at my dick again.

"Stop that!" I said, "We're supposed to be laying here 
watching TV just like we had clothes on."

Giggle. "Maybe I would have looked at your crotch with 
your clothes on. Besides, I figured it would just be 
another hairy dick. I didn't think YOU'D shave it."

"Yeah, that's me. Old fuddy-duddy."

She returned to her side to watch TV. We were playing 
the game out. The movie had a soft-porn sex scene. As 
she watched it, I noticed movement. She rubbed her 
thighs together and briefly pushed her fingers in 
between her legs then withdrew them.

Commercial again. "Whew!" she said. "Looked like they 
were having fun."

"Yeah," I said. I feigned a little cramp and while 
massaging my thigh under her head, I gave my balls and 
dick a relief stroke.

"I've never done that," she said.

"Made love? I thought you said you weren't a virgin."

"I've had sex. I won't call that making love. But I was 
talking about that oral stuff."

"Wow," I said. "I thought that was common today."

"It is," Brit said. "All my girlfriends do it. I just 
haven't."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, a couple of times a guy tried to get me 
to suck it, but it smelled like sweat an' pee an' all 
that hair an' I just wouldn't. So I haven't. Yet."

I caught the "yet" part. "You shouldn't be forced to do 
something you don't WANT to do," I said. I was letting 
the game play out.

"And nobody's ever done anything to me down there with 
their mouth."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm just a sort of "get your rocks off 
and leave" girl. And I don't DO that. Not anymore. Three 
or four times was enough. And nobody ever acted like 
they wanted to go down there an' eat me."

"You just haven't been going with the right guy."

"I haven't been 'going' with any guy." But I know 
something." Her eyes twinkled.

"What do you know?" I asked.

"I know that YOU like oral sex."

"How do you know that?"

"First, because you're a guy, an' most guys like it." 
She smiled. "And, I heard it from your ex-wife."

I was bemused. "So," I said, "she just pops up and says, 
"Brit, your ex-uncle Bob likes oral sex"?"

"No, silly," she laughed. "She told my mom when they 
were talking about your divorce. They didn't know I was 
close enough to listen."

"Your aunt wasn't a big fan of oral sex," I said. "I was 
surprised. I thought I was pretty good at giving it, and 
I certainly enjoyed getting it. But she didn't like 
doing that much at all."

She ignored the movie. I roamed my hands over her body, 
avoiding still her titties, which were practically 
begging to be kneaded, and that pubic mound, covered 
with sparse, straight brown hair. She rubbed her thighs 
together again. "So what's the deal? You think it's that 
special?"

"It can be," I said, surprised I was having this 
conversation with a naked nineteen year old. "Lots of 
people really like it. I mean, face it, you take it 
away, and there's nothing for a guy to do to a girl down 
there but fingers and a dick. And for a girl, it's a 
hand or a pussy. Unless you're going to resort to 
artificial stuff, toys and stuff."

"You have a point," she said.

"No, actually, it's kind of rounded."

It took a second for that to sink in, then "Bob!" 
delightful feigned outrage. "You made a sex joke. To 
your teenaged niece!"

"I made a sex joke to a sweet naked nineteen year old 
cutie. Sorry."

"Hmmmph!" she faked. "So you think it adds something? 
Oral sex, I mean?"

"Yeah. Because there's kissing, you know, on the mouth 
and neck and chest, nipples, like that..."

This got me another wiggle and her hand briefly touched 
mine, then pinched her right nipple.

"And then if you add oral, then you have a whole new set 
of possibilities. A guy can pleasure a girl with his 
mouth. I think it's the most intimate thing a guy and a 
girl can do. It's great. And it goes so many ways, like 
a playful kiss, or foreplay before real intercourse or 
it can be the main event if the girl can climax that 
way."

Brit licked her lips while looking at me. "But what does 
THAT do for the guy?"

"I don't know about other guys, but for me, I really 
LIKE to use my mouth on a girl. I love the taste and the 
texture and the smell, and I like it when everything is 
going right and she gets really juicy and her hips get 
wiggly... and she comes."

And this talking, too, was "oral sex". My Brit was 
definitely getting excited. I caressed her face again.

"And when the girl does it to a guy?"

"Pretty much the same thing. Between lovers, a quick 
suck on a guy's dick is a big step past a kiss on the "I 
love you" scale. I like lips and teeth and suction and 
licking, and even though I usually don't need foreplay 
for myself, I enjoy it when a girl wants to suck on me, 
and yes, it is quite satisfactory as a main event."

"And your ex-wife said it would be a cold day in hell 
before a guy came in her mouth."

"I think those were her exact words to me once," I said. 
"But it doesn't have to come in your mouth. Oops, in the 
girl's mouth." (Freudian slip, there.) "Some couples 
never go that far. To them, it's just a loving part of 
foreplay. Other girls sometimes suck until it gets close 
and their partner warns them so they can get it out of 
their mouths and finish with a hand or whatever."

"You make it sound like it makes sense."

"I think so. What a wonderful way to spend a lazy 
afternoon, a couple just lounging around in bed, 
playing, teasing, sucking, licking each other..."

"Stop it!" Brit exclaimed. "I'm getting all gooshy!"

"Gooshy?"

"Yeah. Like WET! And you know where."

"Oh, yeah. I remember. You showed it to me earlier."

"Did it look normal?"

"Yeah. And delicious." That hand that had been idly 
roaming around, ignoring her titties? It found her 
titties. I caressed the beautifully curved underside of 
one, feeling the young breast in my hand. I touched her 
nipple with my thumb.

"Gahhhhh! Bob!"

"I'm sorry, Brit," I said, feigning remorse. "I kind of 
lost track."

"Don't be sorry. Touch 'em. Rub 'em."

I did. Her breathing evened out.

"Bob," she said.

"Not 'Uncle Bob'?" I interrupted.

"Nuh-uhh," she sighed. "I'm not needing an uncle right 
now."

"Uh, okay then..."

"Can we play around?"

"Play around, like in doing stuff?"

"Yeah, like you were talking about, except it's not the 
afternoon..."

"I guess we could, but you have to kiss me first."

She opened her eyes to look at me. "Kiss you?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I don't ever play with little girls unless I 
kiss them first."

She sprang out of her supine position and fastened her 
face to mine. The first kiss was almost tentative, but 
the second wasn't. Our tongues tangled in improbable and 
very pleasant knots. "Mmmmmm," she said. "Am I too heavy 
to get on your lap?"

"No, my dear, you are not."

She squealed and straddled me, kissing. I slid down a 
little under her and felt the heat of her wet pussy on 
my dick as her hips writhed against me. She'd break her 
kisses and look at me with the biggest, happiest grin. 
And kept moving those hips. My dick was hard and it was 
working its way around between her pussy lips. And she 
knew it. And kept moving. Searching. And found what she 
was looking for. My dick slid deliciously into a hot, 
tight, teen pussy. She seated it with a couple of 
thrusts.

She sat back with her hands on my shoulders and grinned. 
"Well, Bob, you're fucking me."

"Yes, Britney, it does appear that way." I thrust upward 
into her. "Mmmmmmm. Yep. That's definitely fucking."

Her eyes twinkled. "My mom would be sooooo proud...."

"Your mom and your aunt would shit a brick."

She thought for a second. "Oh," she said. "You might not 
want to do me after your dick has been in me."

"Oh, you're so wrong, baby."

She stroked me a couple more times. "Don't you come yet. 
I have plans." Kiss. And then she got off me and pulled 
my hand. "Come on! Bed!" And she led me to the bedroom. 
I tossed the covers off the bed. We both crawled in and 
tied together in a passionate embrace, our mouths 
hungering for each other. Our hands explored almost 
frantically.

Finally I said, "I've got to get to those nipples." I 
slid down just a bit and turned my head down, lavishing 
kisses on magnificent breasts.

"Mmmm.Ohhhhh. Bob!" Her hands ran over my head, guiding 
me. "Suck! Please!"

I did. Then I tried little bites. That, to Britney 
apparently, was a good thing. "Oh, yeah. Hard!" As hard 
as I dared. Then "Now! This one!" I didn't want that one 
to feel neglected. Finally I worked my way to the center 
of her soft, quivering belly, finding more territory for 
my tongue to explore. She liked that. But I was hungry 
for more.

I kissed down her belly to that delightful muffin of a 
pubic mound and pushed my lips around in her pubic hair. 
"Mmmmm. So wonderful!"

"You should feel it from this side," Brit hissed between 
clenched teeth.

I moved around to sink between those lush thighs she 
spread for me. Her pussy lips were soft and pink and 
spreading slightly, moisture glinting inside and out. I 
planted a kiss, my lips against hers.

"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned.

I did sucking kissed up and down both of her labia, 
tasting, sucking her delicious juices off them. She 
writhed. My tongue came out as my mouth was near the 
very bottom of her pussy. I placed it just inside those 
lips and licked a shallow lick from bottom to top. She 
went past writhing. She quivered.

"Unnnnhhhhh! Mmmm! Ahhhhh!"

My next lick was with my tongue as deep as I could get 
it. I lapped what seemed like spoonfuls of delicious 
juice. I stuck my tongue into her sweet hole, still 
roiled from our previous penetration. And I moved up and 
gave her clit a light lick. I mean, some women like it 
light. Some like it heavy. Some don't want direct 
contact at all. Brit told me what she liked, as in 
"There! Right there! Hard!"

I did hard. I would lick several strokes then return to 
the bottom of her pussy and lick up, her juices my 
reward for pleasuring her with my tongue. Then she 
spread her lips with her fingers, revealing her clit, 
pink, erect, the head peeking out from under its hood, 
expectant. I wrapped it in my lips and sucked it into my 
mouth and my tongue started working on the little pea-
like head. Those fingers that were spreading her pussy 
open were now grabbing the hair on my head, forcing me 
face-first into the current center of her world.

"Bobbbb! Yeah! Do it! Like THAT! Oh, Bob! Ggggnnnnhhhh! 
I'm. Cominggggg!" And my Brit came. I rode with her, 
slowing my attacks on her clit as she ended her first 
climax. I kept gentle suction on her clit until her 
breathing steadied, then I tentatively licked the little 
pink pea poking between my lips. This could have gone 
either way.

This is the way it actually did go: "Oh! Bob! Not. 
Another. One! Yessss."

I resumed my tongue's assault on her clitty. Hands were 
on the back of my head again. More orgasm. More vocal. 
"Oooohhhhh, Bobbbbb! Baby! Eeeennnggghhhh! Huhhhh! 
Yeaaahhhhh! Commmmmmming!"

This time I let go of her clit and used my tongue to sop 
up the juice from two orgasms. Delicious, was plump 
Britney. With a mouth full of juice, I moved back up to 
that perky little clit and tentatively licked it again.

"Ohhhhhh, Bob! Please. One more." Her voice quivered, 
almost tearful. And I gave her one more.

Following the last one, she pulled me up to allow 
herself to crawl into my arms. I waited for her to 
initiate kisses, seeing as how my face was sticky with 
her own juices. That did not dissuade her. She kissed 
me, little kisses all over my face, her tongue tasting 
her own juice, then our mouths locked together. Our lips 
didn't part for minutes.

When they did, "Hmmm. I taste pretty good. You're lucky 
to eat me!" She purred.

I smiled. "Yes, you do. And yes I am. Very lucky."

Our lips met again. "Bob, that was the most awesome 
thing that has ever happened to me. No guy has ever made 
me come. Never."

"Never?"

"Never. And I do it myself and it's like mine being a 
candle with yours being the sun! Really!"

"Why, thank you, Brit. I very much enjoyed it myself. 
And it's ten times better when I see you enjoying it."

"Bob?"

"Yes, sweetness?"

"Am I too heavy to lay on top of you?"

"No. Not even close. Why?"

"I think I want to lay on top of you. I don't know why. 
Just want to."

I kissed her and rolled onto my back with my arms around 
her, pulling her onto me. I looked up into brilliant 
blue eyes and ruby lips and a smile that would melt a 
glacier.

"There!" she said. "It's like you're MINE! I'm 
possessing you!" She could feel my dick hard between us. 
"Ooooo," she squealed, "I found something." Her hand 
slid between us and her fingers wrapped around my dick.

"Finders keepers, baby. You find it, it's yours."

I was rewarded by a giggle and she sat up astride me. I 
looked at her soft round body and those magnificent 
titties jutting out and that face that looked like a 
horny, mischievous angel. "I guess I have to find a 
place to keep it, then," she giggled. Her hips rose and 
her hand guided my dick back into her pussy.

"That's an excellent place to keep it, Brit! You're 
perfect!"

"Mmmmm" escaped from my Brit's mouth as she rocked back 
and forth, eyes closed. Then, apparently, she remembered 
something. "Wait!" she said.

"B-but,"I stammered, "I was REALLY enjoying it there."

"Yeah, but it's not about you. Today's BRIT's day for 
new things. And I want to try something else for the 
first time."

"You mean?"

"Bob, I am going to suck you," she announced matter-of-
factly, sliding off my dick then down and off my legs. I 
spread my legs and she was at face level to the dick 
she'd only played with briefly before. "It's a good 
thing I taste good. You have Britney juice all over down 
here." She stroked me with her hand and was rewarded 
with a huge drop, no, a flow of pre-cum. "Hmmm! You're 
all leaky!" A fingertip dipped into the juice and went 
immediately to her mouth. "Mmmmmm! Bobby juice is good 
too!"

She looked directly at me, her face directly over my 
dick. "Now watch. You're getting ready to see Britney 
suck her very first dick!"

I watched. Her brown hair bounced as her head bent down. 
I felt a kiss on the head of my dick, a pause, then 
mind-blowing warm wetness and suction as she took me 
into her mouth. Her lips swirled with her tongue. 
"mmmmmmm, Brit! You say you've never don't this before?"

"Nope."

"Come on. Where'd you get that move?"

"Talking to friends. Besides, it seemed like the way to 
do things." Head bobbed back down. More twisting, 
sucking, tonguing. She pulled back, retaining the head 
in her mouth and her hand jacked my shaft. "Like this?" 
she asked?

"Oh god yes, just like that."

She toyed with my balls with her fingers. "I like THESE, 
too." Lips touched my scrotum, sucking skin between her 
teeth. Nibbles. Mouth open wide. I expected pain from 
too much suction. I got pleasure as she gently pulled a 
ball into her mouth and washed wit with her tongue.

"Hailey told me that her boyfriend likes that, but to be 
careful. Was it good?

"Perfect?"

"Too hard? Too soft?"

"Just exactly right."

She redirected her attentions to my dick. I could feel 
surgings inside. "Brit," I said, "I'll tell you when I'm 
getting ready to come so you can get it out of your 
mouth."

She paused, still jacking my dick with her hand, and 
looked at me quizzically. "And exactly why would I want 
to do that?"

"Baby. You never did this before. And you've had me 
excited for hours. It's gonna be a flood."

"So flood me. I need to do this." Head down. Suck. 
Swirl. Jack. In perfect timing.

I was so close. I put my hand on her head, not to hold 
her, but to just touch this lovely creature that was 
giving me so much indescribable pleasure. "Mmmmm, Brit! 
I'm close!"

"Come for me, baby!" Suck. Slurp. Jack.

"Oh. Oh. Ohgodogodohgod. Here it comessssss!" The first 
surge hit her mouth and I heard "Mmmmphh!" as she 
swallowed. The second surge. The third. She recognized 
the frequency of my spasms and timed her sucking and 
stroking to it, milking me. Finally the flow stopped. 
Brit didn't. She sucked me gently as I softened in her 
mouth, finally releasing me.

"Ohhhhh, my baby Brit. God! Never had one like this. 
Never."

"I did good?"

"You did very good. So, how was your first blowjob?"

She grinned. "Oh, so it was a "blowjob" to you? I was 
making love to you with my mouth."

I pulled her to me and kissed her, noting the tastes in 
her mouth. "Ah," I said, "that's the difference. But you 
have to love somebody to make love."

She snuggled down into my arms, purring. "So? If my mom 
and your ex-wife would shit bricks if they knew we were 
fucking, how do you think they're gonna feel when I move 
in with you?"


Chapter Two

I regarded my plump little Britney. "What'd you say?"

She looked up at me. Blue eyes. Smile. Okay, I'm melting 
now.

"I said, 'how do you think they'd feel if I moved in 
with you?'"

"I thought I was hearing things."

"You DO know I'm kidding, right?"

"Are you now?" I smiled. "You trying to break my heart?"

"I dunno," she said. "It's not like I'm hookin' up with 
some guy for the first time, you know."

"But this IS our first time." I kissed her. Active 
little tongue in that mouth of hers. Good kisser.

"Yeah, but you've known me since I was five." She was 
right. Annoying spoiled daughter of then sister-in-law. 
Always thought she was very bright, often very funny, 
and she thought she was the center of the universe. Now 
she was a college freshman. She'd talked mom and step-
dad into footing the bill for her share of an apartment 
near campus so she could have the "college experience". 
It leveled her off some amount. She had a job and her 
own car.

"Yeah, I've known you all these years. And you've heard 
all the horror stories your aunt has about what a 
horrible human being I am."

She smiled. "And I know the difference between chocolate 
and dog crap. She's your ex-wife. You think she's gonna 
tell everyone she let a good one go?"

"True," I said. "But KNOWING somebody from being around 
them is NOT the same as living with them. Your aunt is a 
good example, no, a bad example of that."

"But suppose I just want to use you?"

"Use me?"

"Yeah. I kinda gave up on the whole "boyfriend" thing. 
And I'm not gonna do the 'hookin' up' every weekend' 
thing, because that's just wrong and I am not that way." 
She paused. "So then I think about ex-Uncle Bob. And 
he's mature and caring and sweet, and that's enough 
right there to have me thinking, but then I find out 
that he makes me come like an earthquake. So the idea 
sort of came up."

"How logical," I said. And laughed. "I'm easy, though. I 
can't think of a single argument except twenty-odd years 
of age."

"Doesn't seem to bother us too much."

"That's because you're lying in my bed naked right now. 
What about tomorrow when you're in class and some twenty 
year old hunk walks by?"

"I'll remember that he has a vocabulary with no words 
with more than two syllables, he's never read a book of 
his own free will without a centerfold in it, and if 
he's with me any time, it's because he thinks I'm 
desperate and easy because of it an' he's doing ME a 
favor. And that I'm doin' a real engineer with a real 
job who treated me better all my life than anybody else 
could manage for one night."

"Okay," I said. "But that 'easy' part? You just waltzed 
in here four hours ago and here we are in bed, naked and 
sticky."

"And if you think that this is a spur of the moment 
thing for me, your elevator's not getting to the upper 
floors."

"I suspected something, but I was having too much fun 
playing your game."

"Yeah," Brit continued. "I've kinda been thinking about 
it for a couple of months, actually."

"A couple of months? Hmmph!"

She smiled sweetly. "I had to make plans. Steps had to 
be taken. I had to do some prep work."

"Prep work?"

"Yeah, prep work. Did you notice that I didn't make us 
use a condom?"

"The thought occurred to me. But I don't have any 
condoms in the house anyway."

She continued, "So I check around. I have a friend who 
lives up the street from you. She knows when you come 
and go and who's parking in your drive, since I asked 
her to look. You haven't had the old girlfriend here in 
MONTHS."

"You got that right." Last girlfriend had decided to 
move on to greener pastures.

"And no matter what kind of crap your ex says about you, 
she says you're not only a nice guy who doesn't hop in 
and out of bed easily, but you're careful. So I figured 
that in five or six months, if you had something, you'd 
know. Your ex knows the nurse at the doctor's office you 
use. If you caught something, she'd STILL be crowing 
about it. So I figure you're okay."

I was a bit disturbed to know that somebody'd been into 
my medical records, but this story was just getting 
better and better. "You should change your major. You'd 
be hell in a research job."

"Nope. Hate it. But I gotta do what I gotta do. 
Anyways," she continued, "I decided YOU were okay. That 
left me. I haven't been with anybody in six months, 
maybe seven. I went to the campus clinic, though, and 
got tested for STD's. And I'm clean. And I'm stayin' 
that way."

So I looked at her. "Okay, smarty-pants, are you on the 
Pill? What about pregnancy?"

"Hah!" she laughed, "that one is too easy. First, yes, 
I'm on the pill, just 'cuz it makes my periods regular. 
And second, you ass, you forget I was around when you 
were still married and got that vasectomy. So you could 
pump GALLONS in me and we don't have to worry." Smiles. 
Then wrapping arms. And kisses. Some big. Some little. 
All good.

"So, are you, like, moving OUT of your old apartment, or 
just gonna stay here and leave stuff there?"

"I'm just gonna stay here for the time being. If it's 
working for us, I'll get out of there. But both of my 
roommates have gone off for a couple of weeks to live 
with the dong du jour. And they kept helping with the 
rent and utilities so they had a place to come back to."

"Is that gonna be me? The dong du jour?"

Her hands rolled me on my back and she laid on top of 
me, her pretty face inches from mine. "Bob, that's not 
my intention. But it's a pretty fun dong, you know."

I spanked her on the cheek of her plush ass.

"Eeekkk!" she said.

I ran my hands down the middle of her back and fastened 
one hand on each of her ass cheeks and squeezed. 
"Mmmmm," I said, "you feel soooo good!"

She landed a kiss on my lips. "You don't know the half 
of it. I'm still feeling good from while ago." She 
reached her hand between us and felt my dick. "So, Bob, 
is this thing good for a second round tonight?"

I captured her face between my hands. "With a little 
encouragement, it is. What about yours?"

Giggles. "Yeah. I do think I could stand a bit more." 
She kissed me. "And I want you to know something."

"What do you want me to know?"

"That this is the FIRST time I ever asked for more sex."

"Awwww, sweetie," I said, cuddling her.

"You're the first man who acted like I was a person with 
needs to be met."

"Oh, don't get all serious, Brit. I told you that half 
the fun was seeing you enjoying yourself." I kissed her.

She ended the kiss by sliding down my torso. I spread my 
legs and she slid right in between them, her face 
hovering above my dick. She played with it, telling me, 
"You know, I think this thing is made to be in my 
mouth." She punctuated her statement by sucking me into 
her mouth. "Mmmmm. Delicious!" She slid down a little 
lower and her head dipped, lips fastening to my balls. 
She gently sucked my right nut into her mouth. Her 
"Mmmmmmm" reverberated through my whole being. Then she 
crawled back up beside me on hands and knees, her 
beautiful bouncy titties swinging beneath her.

"Come up here," I said. "I want a titty."

"Sure," she said, rocking back on her heels, kneeling. 
Then she leaned over and dangled one in my face. I 
sucked the nipple and its little round pink areola into 
my mouth. It was my turn to go "Mmmmmm." Then I switched 
to its matching partner. Brit let me suck for a while, 
caressing the back of my head with her hand. These were 
perfect titties to play with, not too big, not too 
small, firm, and responsive.

When I finished, she replaced her nipples with her 
tongue. We kissed for several happy minutes, our hand 
roaming each other's bodies. She slid down a bit in the 
bed, bringing her face to my chest. "So how about YOUR 
nipples," she said. She teased one of mine with a 
fingertip.

"Weak spot, Brit."

"Does it hurt?"

"Nope. It's like a direct connection between my left 
nipple and my dick."

"Ooooooo," she squealed, "lemme see!"

I saw that brown head of hair at my chest. Her left hand 
wrapped around my dick and her pink tongue flicked my 
nipple. I went "Ahhhhhh." She squealed again. "It 
jumped." Another flick. Another jump. Another squeal.

She smiled at me wickedly. "I noticed something."

"What did you notice?"

"Every time i make it jump, it gets a little bit 
harder." Bright girl, my Brit. And her mouth fastened 
over my left nipple. Suction coupled with tongue. This 
time I did hold her head against me. When the suction 
stopped, I let go of her head. She raised up. "Can I 
bite it?"

"Sure! Just remember, it's a nipple. Treat it like it's 
yours." I paused. "Actually it is, really."

Head back down, this time lips, suction, tongue and then 
TEETH. I squirmed at her attentions. I was right on the 
edge between wonderful pleasure and pain. She released. 
I breathed. "Gahhhhhh!"

"Too hard?"

"Almost."

"SOMETHING seems to like it." She giggled. My dick was 
hard as a rock. Looking at me, she smiled. "Mind if I 
take it for a ride?" She giggled again. "Of course it 
doesn't mind!" And in a fluid move that belied her 
weight she straddled me and plunged my dick deep inside 
her. Her first rocking thrust caused her to throw her 
head back. "Ohhhhhh, Bobby!" She looked down at me. "I 
love this position. Do you know today is the first time 
I did it this way?"

"I'm glad it's with me, Brit. I am." I pushed upward 
into her. She took that as a nudge to resume her own 
thrusts. Not being familiar, she experimented with 
various motions and finally found a thrust that brought 
her hips downward and back in a curve, pushing her clit 
against the base of my dick, then pulling back, almost 
off me, then back. Her eyes were closed. She had her 
hands on my chest.

I could feel her juices flowing over me. I met her 
thrusts with my own and she reacted with enthusiasm. And 
sound. Push. "Ahhhh." Push. "Mmmm." Push. "Ahhh!" Push. 
"Oh, Bob!" Push. "Push hard, Bob." Push. "I'm not gonna 
break." Push. Meeting my enthusiastic upward thrust. 
"Ahhhh! Yes!" Push. "I'm coming, baby!" Push.

And all this time pressure was building. I could feel my 
scrotum tighten. I could feel the tingling in my balls. 
I could feel fire building at the base of my dick. The 
head felt like it was glowing. And when she said "I'm 
coming, baby," I screamed, "me too" through clinched 
teeth. And spurted.

"Ahhhh, baby, I felt that," she said as she kept her 
motions to carry her orgasm along. I spurted again. And 
again. And each time I pushed as hard into her as I 
could, subconsciously depositing my semen as deep into 
her wanton pussy as possible. I found those pushes to be 
augmented by wonderful rippling rings of tightness 
gripping my discharging dick.

We stilled. At least on the outside. Her pussy walls 
took a little while longer to stop. We both could feel 
it. My Brit was ecstatic. "Can you feel that?" she 
asked.

"Oh, yes, I certainly can. That's wonderful. So 
wonderful. It milked the juice right out of me when you 
were coming." I caressed her ample hips with my hands.

She flopped down on top of me smiling. My softening dick 
fell out of her oozing pussy. "So now we've mated."

"Mated?"

"Yeah. Mated. We have, sir, consummated our 
relationship." I loved it when she shifted her 
vocabulary from the standard repertoire of young adults.

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"Not while ago when we ate each other silly?"

"Nope. Has to be intercourse."

"But we did THAT twice, earlier."

"Doesn't count as consummation if you don't come." She 
giggled, completely wrecking her serious expression.

"Well, little love, you came. I came. We BOTH came. 
We're about as consummated as two people can get." I 
smiled at her.

She kept on. "It used to be that way, you know."

"I know."

She looked at me, her eyes a bit dreamy. "Wouldn't be a 
bad thing if it was still that way."

"Nah," I said. "We'd be married to other people."

"Yeah," she said, "But with you..."

Her hand wondered down to my dick. It was laying soft in 
a puddle of our combined juices. "You're pretty sticky 
there, lover," she said. She looked at me. "D'you wanna 
try that sixty-nine?"

"With YOU? Oh, what a horrible thing!" I laughed. She 
reacted by turning around and straddling my face with 
her pussy still oozing both our juices. I went into her 
pussy, tongue-first, sucking, lapping, drinking. And at 
the other end, she was doing the same thing.

She cooed, "Oh, I love it! It's soft. I can take it all 
in my mouth!" And she demonstrated. And continued, 
licking and sucking me clean. She turned around. "Bob, 
that's ANOTHER wonderful thing I've done for the first 
time with you."

"You're my angel," I told her when she turned back 
around. "Wanna shower together?"

She smiled. "Can we both fit in your shower?"

"Sure we can. If you don't mind bumping into me a bit."

Kiss. "Mmmmm. We do pretty good bumping into each other, 
from what I've seen."

We showered, a long shower, lathering each other, 
savoring the feel of skin made slippery with soap. I 
shampooed her hair. She washed my back. I left the 
shower with probably the cleanest dick and balls in the 
hemisphere.

We toweled off, assisting each other. I gave her an 
extra towel for her hair and then offered her a hair 
dryer.

"Old girlfriend's?"

"I bought it for her. You don't have to use it if it 
makes you uncomfortable."

"Look, I know you had girlfriends before I came along. 
You were MARRIED to my aunt."

She sat on a stool and I dried her hair as she brushed. 
I finished and she gave her sassy head a shake, stood 
up, and gave me a kiss. We walked back into the bedroom 
and crawled back into bed.

"We need to go to sleep," she said. "You have work 
tomorrow and I have classes."

"Okay," I said. "It's been a long time since I slept 
with somebody all night."

"I never did," she said. "I mean, like you and me are 
sleeping together, sex and all that. Never with a guy at 
all."

"Come here," I pulled her towards me and into my arms. 
"You are a truly wonderful thing," I said. "I could get 
used to this. Very easily."

Her head was against my chest. "Mmmmm. Me too." We 
savored the nearness, drew comfort from each other.

I was breathing easily as I eased into sleep. And I 
don't know if I was dreaming or what, but I thought I 
heard "I love you, Bob," as I went to sleep.

The feel of a female form in bed with me was alien 
enough to cause me to wake up when I turned over in the 
night, and when I did, I remembered who was there and I 
lightly caressed her and went back to sleep.

The alarm went off, waking us both. A tousled brown head 
of hair turned toward me. "Mmmmm, good morning, Bobby. 
You sleep okay?"

"Yes, little one. I slept wonderfully."

"I felt you touch me during the night," she said. "I 
liked it. It means something. You didn't have to touch 
me. You wanted to."

"'Course I wanted to."

She smiled demurely. "Are you afraid to kiss me?"

"I got dragon breath in the morning. Didn't want to 
gross you out."

"Me too," she said, "but I'll risk it." And she pulled 
my face to hers, molding her body against mine. "We 
forgot to put clothes on last night." And we kissed. And 
it wasn't bad at all. Not a bit.

Then she squealed and dove under the covers and clamped 
warm lips on my dick. I could hardly control myself. 
"Mmmmmm, Brit!"

Emerging, she said, "You were right! It works when you 
need more than a kiss!"

I returned the favor, getting to feel and taste that 
delightful pussy early in the morning. Then we got 
dressed. She went her way and I went mine.


Chapter Three

I thought about Brit a lot during the day. I couldn't 
remember ever having a sweeter lover. She was 
enthusiastic over a layer of innocence, and she left me 
feeling like she was devoted to me. After one day. And 
thirteen years. But one day.

Besides, today was a new day. She'd left this morning 
with everything she brought with her the day before, 
that is, the clothes on her back. I made it through the 
day before my cellphone rang and I saw the display. 
Brit. She was on my contact list because of the kids.

I punched the button to connect. "Hi, sweetie," I said. 
"How's your day?"

She sighed into the phone. "Classes. And now I have to 
work until eight. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said. "Anything."

"Tell me the truth, Bob. Yesterday. We talked about me 
moving in with you. That was yesterday. This is today. 
Do you still want me to? I mean, if you don't, well, we 
had some passion going and I can see how you might have 
said stuff yesterday that went away today. But I need to 
know, you know?"

"Brit," I answered, "do YOU have any regrets? Anything 
YOU want to take back?"

"No, Bob. Not a bit."

"Not even what you said when you thought I was asleep?"

"You heard that?"

"So I wasn't dreaming?"

"No. I thought maybe I was." She sighed. "Well, I think 
I meant it. I think I do. But I meant all the rest, too, 
besides that, too."

"Then you need to bring some stuff with you when you 
come home after work, huh?"

She squealed in my ear. "Yesyesyes! I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting for you."

I got home after work and puttered around doing my 
normal routine. I fed myself. I knew Brit would catch 
something between school and work. I watched some TV. I 
showered. I was sitting in my recliner when the phone 
rang.

"Hi," I said, noting the "Brit" tag on the caller ID.

"Hi yourself," she laughed. "I'm just leaving work. I'll 
be there in fifteen minutes."

"I'll leave the light on for you."

"M'kay! I'm hurrying!"

I laughed. "Don't kill yourself. We have plenty of 
time."

"Bye, baby!" and she hung up.

Ten minutes later I was helping her unload bags from her 
car. Her clothes. Shoes. Books. A laptop computer. 
Pillows . A blanket.

"You're serious, aren't you?" I said to her.

"I think so," she said. "We'll just have to see." We 
laughed together as she stuffed clothes into a dresser 
drawer and hung up others on hangers in a closet. 
Finally I couldn't stand it. I put my hand on her 
shoulder and turned her around. Her eyes met mine and I 
scooped her into my arms and kissed her. She kissed 
back.

"I was waiting to see if you'd do that," she said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Make the first move." And her arms were around me and 
the kisses that followed were hot and happy. "I was 
thinking that just maybe I seduced you a little 
yesterday."

"You did," I said, "and it was like a fantasy come true, 
little girl." More kisses. Her hands slid inside the 
waistband of my gym shorts and back over my butt.

"Mmmmm," she said. She buried her face into my chest. 
"You already showered, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "Usually right after I get home from 
work."

"So I have to wash my own back?" She looked up at me 
with those big blue eyes.

"No, little girl," I said, "I will be glad to wash your 
back. And your front. And your top. And your bottom."

"Good!" she laughed, "Now, help me undress!"

I helped her out of her clothing and while doing it, I 
dropped my own. Our naked bodies met in a hot embrace 
then we hit the shower. I got the happy experience of a 
wet, soapy Brit as I washed her and I thought we were 
getting out of the shower, but she said, "Wait!"

"What?"

Brit knelt down in front of me. She turned her wet head 
upward, grinning. "I wanna do you!" And she sucked me as 
I stroked her wet hair. I was as hard as a rock.

"Now we can get out!" she said as she stood up. I bent 
over and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. "Mmmmmm!" 
she moaned. "Come on! We need to get in bed!"

We got out of the shower and made a big deal about 
drying each other off. Together we dried her short brown 
hair. Finishing, she bounced up and turned her naked 
body around to face me and insinuated herself against 
me. My dick responded happily, pressing into the 
softness of her belly.

"You are one beautiful girl," I said.

She smiled at me. "I believe you mean it. Even if I'm 
fat."

"Fat has nothing to do with it. You're a joy to behold."

She answered my words with kisses, shoving me gently 
backward out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I hit 
the edge of the bed and sat down and drew her against 
me. My hands roamed over her soft skin and my mouth 
worshipped her breasts and she ran her fingers over my 
head and tangled them in my hair and pulled me into her 
hard as I sucked on nipples and titties. This one was a 
treat for the senses.

She pushed me back onto the bed and I turned around 
still laying on my back. Giggling, she straddled me. My 
hands grabbed her hips as she wiggled her pussy against 
my dick.

"You don't mind this, do you?" she asked with a smile. 
"I love being here." She punctuated her comment with a 
wet pussy sliding my hard dick between its lips, 
trapping it between her wet pussy and my belly.

"Yeah, it's horrible," I said, "That's why I'm smiling 
and pulling on you like this!"

She continued her ride for a few more moments then slid 
down to lay on top of me, bringing our faces together 
and planting kisses, some sweet pecks, some lavish with 
moist lips and tongue. There could be no finer feeling 
than the love lavished on me by this plump doll.

She stopped kissing and said, "You know, I've been 
thinking about YOU all day?"

"Me? I'm just some old man..."

"You silly thing! You treated me better in one night 
than all the rest of the guys I've ever known, put 
together." She smiled. "I always WANTED making love to 
be like you showed me last night."

"Oh, princess," I said, "you deserve nothing but the 
best. I very much enjoyed you, too. You're wonderful!" I 
punctuated my own comments by sliding my hands over the 
softness of her ample hips and thighs. Her skin felt 
like velvet, clean, smooth, soft. She was a tactile 
feast, and I got to enjoy that feast. I put a hand on 
the back of her head, tangling my fingers in that sassy 
haircut and prompted by the tiniest of tugs, her face 
merged with mine again. "I love kissing you. I could 
lose myself looking into those eyes."

Her eyes accepted that word with a twinkle and she 
kissed me again. Then she popped up and said, "You up 
for that sixty-nine thing?"

"Am I still breathing?" I laughed.

She spun around and I found my face snuggled between two 
plump thighs, a sweet-smelling, moist pussy opening 
slightly in front of my mouth. I felt hands on my dick, 
then fingers curling around under my balls. I knew what 
I wanted at both ends. As my tongue met the soft folds 
of her moistness, I felt lips close over the head of my 
dick and the suction began. "Mmmmmmmm," came from 
somewhere down at my groin.

"Mmmmmmm," was my reply as my tongue savored the tangy, 
salty, musky, sweet, slick juices leaking from her 
pussy.

I ran my tongue from the beginning of her slit at her 
pubic mound all the way back to her completely clean and 
very pink anus, spreading her buttcheeks with my hands. 
When my tongue hit her butthole, she let out a little 
squeal from lips wrapped around my dick.

"You don't like?" I asked.

"Mmmmm, no, you just surprised me. That's the first time 
I had that happen." She popped her mouth down over my 
dick and sucked it lightly as she pulled her head back, 
letting loose a little popping sound. "I never thought 
about that feeling good. Do it again!"

I did, this time spending a little time probing with the 
tip of my tongue and swirling it around the little 
wrinkles of her tight hole.

"Mmmmmm! I think I like that!" She rewarded my good deed 
by dropping her head to engulf my dick and then dragging 
it back, her teeth lightly riding my skin and catching 
on the corona. She held the head lightly between her 
teeth and breathed. I could feel her breath, practically 
every warm, moist molecule. Her head bobbed down and up, 
her hand working in concert with it, sucking and 
milking.

I went back to the moisture of her pussy, stuck my 
tongue as far into her tight hole as I could, then 
savoring her juice, then my tongue-tip met the head of 
her clit. That got a big moan from down below. And her 
hips swung against my face. Brit liked this. So I kept 
on. She tried gamely to concentrate on the dick in her 
mouth, but I was working very hard to break her 
concentration.

"Mmm. Mmmm. Mmmm," she moaned. Finally she just gave up 
and pulled my dick out of her mouth and held it against 
her cheek as she rode the sensations toward climax. I 
kept licking and flicking and sucking her erect clit 
into my lips. "Oh! Bob! Don't! Stop! Please! Mmm. Mmm. 
Ahhh! I'm. About. To. Come!"

I could tell this without the words as her mobile hips 
pushed her pussy into my face and her juices came 
freely. I broke my tongue away from her clit long enough 
to gather a mouthful.

"No! YouknowwhatIneed!" she hissed. "Oh! Bob! 
Makemecome!" Pussy lips pushed into my face and I licked 
her happily, gladly, the juices inside my mouth 
satisfying my momentary hunger like a pre-meal 
appetizer. I wrapped the head of her clit in my lips and 
sucked and licked and my Brit went over the cliff 
squealing. "EEEENNNNNNN! Ohgodohgodohgod! Bobbbbbbbb! 
Ahhhhhh! Huhhhhhh! Ohhhh!"

I slowed my tender attentions to her clit and let her 
ease down from her climax. She completely relaxed, 
moaning, "Mmmmmmm, Bob!" I felt her soft body fully 
against me, her soft belly on my chest. I pushed forward 
again and slid my tongue the length of her wet slit, 
gathering even more of the nectar of her coming. She 
shuddered. "Mmmmmmm, Bob! Lick me some more!" And she 
punctuated her request with a slurping, languorous suck 
on my dick, her own tongue swirling around the head.

I returned to her sweet pussy. Pushing my hands between 
her thighs I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and 
fastened my lips over her clit, forming a vacuum to suck 
it into my mouth where my tongue danced over it. She 
rose to the heights quickly, her pussy slick with juicy 
goodness. "Oh, Bob!" she hissed, "I need it! Like THAT! 
Yeah!" She bucked her hips against my mouth and tongue. 
"Ohhh, yeah!. Right! There! Hard! Yeah! Mmmph! Mmm. 
Mmmm!" And a particularly hard shove of her pussy into 
my face and "Ahhhhh! Ohgodohgodohgod! Baby! Hnnnnhhhh! 
Ahhhhhh!" This time as she came down, she rolled 
sideways off me and turned around.

I cuddled her soft form into my arms and she showered my 
face with kisses, stroking her pretty brown hair with my 
free hand. Her head moved down a bit and her mouth 
kissed my chest, then she snuggled into my chest, 
relaxing, for some long, soft minutes. I let her rest, 
kissing the top of her head. She finally drew a deep 
breath and turned her face up towards mine.

"You're gonna think I'm crazy for saying this, but don't 
get all freaked out," she said.

"What, sweetness?" I asked.

"Bob, is it okay if I think I love you?" The blue eyes 
had a half-sad, half-scared look.

"No, Brit, little sweet angel, it's perfectly fine with 
me. Is it okay if I love you too?" That got me a 
championship grade hug and a kiss.

"Really? I mean, like, REALLY?!?"

"Really. You act like it's supposed to be difficult to 
love you."

"No, it's just that, like, you know, this kinda came up 
fast, and all..."

"Wait," I said, "last night you told me you'd been 
planning this for months."

"I did. But I didn't think you'd be this good to me and 
it would affect me like this."

"Wow," I said. "All I did was treat you like the doll 
you are, and you KNOW I always liked you all these 
years, even if sometimes you did act like a spoiled 
brat."

"You just came off as way more than I expected, and just 
remember, Uncle Bob, this is the spoiled brat who's been 
sucking your dick while you ate her innocent little 
pussy this evening..." her mouth turned into a grin. 
"Seriously, though, you know..."

"I know that you're a doll and we're going to try living 
together to see how THAT works. And I think I love you. 
Yes."

"I love you, too." She half-turned onto her elbow, 
placing her face above me and kissed me and this time it 
felt different somehow. "Now," she grinned, "d'you think 
I could suck on you for a while?"

And my young lover slid down, pushing me onto my back. 
"Wait," I said "let me prop up so I can watch you."

"You want to watch Brit sucking your dick?"

"You betcha," I teased. "Brit is like some fantastic 
sexy thing. Watching her suck me, she acts like she 
enjoys it and that makes me come like a fountain!"

Brit giggled as I scooted back in the bed, piling 
pillows behind me so I was almost sitting up. She was 
soon laying perpendicular to me, her head paused above 
my dick, looking at me with that quirky grin of hers, 
blue eyes twinkling.

"You need to know that I have been thinking about 
getting YOUR dick in my mouth all day."

"Baby, you're like a wild fantasy come true." I stroked 
her sleek, shiny hair and her cheek. "You are, you 
know." My conversation dissolved into a groan as her 
mouth closed over my dickhead.

"Remember that thing you did with your tongue on my 
clit?" she asked, smiling.

"Uh-huh," I managed to say.

"I'm trying to find an equivalent," she said. Her head 
dipped and I felt her white teeth nibbling their way 
around the corona of my dick. "I have so much to play 
with, to learn, about your dick, Bob."

"Oh, Brit! That's wild!"

She fastened her mouth on the junction between my shaft 
and my scrotum. I felt sucking, then tongue, then teeth.

"Too hard?"

"God, no! wonderful!"

"Bobby likes his pee-pee being bitten," she cooed. And 
she worked her way up the shaft, alternately biting the 
ridge underneath my dick and biting the whole shaft like 
it was an ear of corn, all the time gazing at me with 
those blue eyes laughing at my expressions of ecstasy. 
Her mouth stopped at the joint where the shaft turns 
into the head and caught that with her teeth. With mouth 
open, her teeth gripping my dick lightly, she looked at 
me smiling, then a quick move of her head and my dick 
disappeared deep into her mouth. I felt her tongue 
lolling over the head as she pulled light suction.

"Mmmmmmm, Bob! I LOVE your dick!" suck. Lick. "Mmmmm. 
You're giving your Brit some juice!" I was leaking pre-
cum in large amounts. She latched her lips around the 
head and milked the shaft with her hands.

"Ahhhhh, Brit, baby!" I felt her left hand cup my balls 
and tug lightly and squeeze.

"You better like this, baby. This is Brit's playground!" 
And she went to a very arousing rhythm of sucking and 
jacking my dick and I soon felt the waves of pleasure 
building.

"Oh, yeah, Brit. Oh, yeah!"

"Mmmmm, baby, come for me! I want your stuff in my 
mouth. Please!" And she went back to sucking and I 
couldn't restrain my hips as I rose in time with her 
ministrations. She matched her own mouth and hand with 
the little upward thrusts I couldn't keep myself from 
making into her hot mouth.

"Nnnnn. Brit! Ohhh! Hereitcomes!" I shot the first jet 
into her mouth and was rewarded with more sucking and 
milking timed with the successive squirts of my come.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Mmmmm..." And she kept sucking 
and milking as I came down from a thunderous orgasm. She 
never let my dick out of her mouth, just keeping the 
gentle suction, letting the pressure of her tongue take 
over the milking of her hand as my dick softened and she 
sucked the entire thing into her mouth. Finally she 
exhaled and let me fall out of her mouth.

She sat up at my hips, smiled, and made a big show of 
wiping a stray drop of semen off the corner of her mouth 
with her finger. She stuck that finger into her mouth. 
"That's too good to waste," she grinned. "Now! D'ya feel 
better?"

"Feel better? I wasn't feeling bad when you showed up!"

"Yeah, but a good orgasm does wonders, doesn't it?" she 
grinned.

"C'mere, you!" I said, pulling her into my arms. We 
mashed our faces into a passionate kiss.

Breaking, she giggled, "Silly, you didn't give me a 
chance to finish swallowing yet." And she kissed me 
again, and yeah, I could taste. Why not? She'd just 
demonstrated her love for me in a most intimate and 
enthusiastic manner.

It was my turn for a post-orgasmic cuddle and she pulled 
me to her chest. I nuzzled her beautiful titties and she 
guided my mouth to her nipple and held me like I was 
nursing. I was. Her hand stroked my head as my tongue 
massaged her nipple. It was hard and I could feel little 
bumps on the areole around it.

"Baby," she said, "you DO know that you're starting 
something again, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I said. "I was hoping..."

"Okay," she giggled, "Just this ONE more." She slid down 
and sucked my balls and watched my dick harden from 
close range. Then her head bobbed delightfully as she 
fellated me.

"Mmmmmmm, baby, you're the BEST!"

"I hope so, baby. It's like this thing was MADE for my 
mouth!" And she climbed out from between my legs and 
straddled her rubinesque body across my hips, her soft 
thighs gripping me. There was urgency to her hip 
movements as her pussy sought out my dick. It found its 
target and I slid into her tight warm wetness. I was all 
the way inside her, her pussy lips pressed between us. 
There was no "deeper".

I looked up at my angel on her perch. She was smiling 
broadly.

"Bob, you gotta KNOW I love this, baby!" She underscored 
her statement with sliding thrusts of her hips, sliding 
my dick out of its wet hot home, then sliding it back 
in.

"Brit, you're perfect there," I said, holding her soft 
hips in my hands. I added upward thrusts to her back and 
forth strokes. Her belly and breasts jiggled in time 
with our fucking. I was into it. Each of her backward 
slides dragged her clit along the base of my dick and 
each of her forward slides, I plunged upward, feeling 
the lump of her cervix against the head of my dick.

The look on her face. She was smiling while at the same 
time concentrating, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes were 
closed and her hands were touching my chest. Little 
mewing sounds started making their way out of her mouth.

"Emmmm." Thrust. "Emmm." Thrust. "Ahhh!" Thrust. "Bob!" 
Thrust. "I". Thrust. "Love." Thrust. "You!" Thrust. 
"Ahhh!" Thrust.

I was encouraging her. "Oh, Brit!" Thrust. "Ride me." 
Thrust. "Baby!" Thrust. "I'm!" Thrust. "Coming!"

And Brit was, too. "Ennnnnghhhhh!" Breathe. Thrust. 
"Bobbbbbb!" and she slammed her pussy down hard on my 
dick as I started splashing semen inside her hot young 
pussy. I felt her pussy walls rippling with her orgasm 
and I kept tiny upward thrusts going to milk the last 
pleasurable surges out of my coming.

Finally her eyes opened, almost as if she was drugged, 
and she fell forward onto my chest. My post-orgasmic 
soft dick plopped out of her pussy. "Awwww..." she said, 
"it feels so good inside me..."

I kissed the top of her head. She nestled against me. 
"You're so sweet, Bob. I always wanted sex to be like 
this."

"Me too, princess. Me too!" I sighed and kissed her head 
again. "Turn around and let me clean you up before we 
have a mess."

I was rewarded with a purr as she pivoted around to 
sixty-nine position. I was presented with an oozing, 
dripping cream-pie of a pussy and once again tasted the 
combined products of our lovemaking. She was using 
fingers, lips and tongue on me, cleaning my dick and 
balls and I gladly lapped her gushing pussy. This was 
not some subtle hint of juice. When I put my mouth over 
her outer lips and started scooping up the juice with my 
tongue, sucking softly, I got enough to swallow. Twice. 
Delicious. She shuddered as I toyed idly with her clit 
and got even by teething the corona of my dick.

And we ended up in each other's arms, cuddled, her naked 
plump body molded against me. "Bob." She said, "It's not 
gonna be just about sex, huh?"

"No, sweetie," I answered, kissing the top of her head. 
"I've actually had conversations with you before, you 
know... We can get along pretty good together."

"'Specially when it's just us, an' nobody interfering... 
I mean, you'an' I like some of the same shows, and I 
love your music an' stuff."

"Yeah, well, that's the kind of things that let a couple 
LIVE together. I mean, you've just given me two days of 
the best sex in my life..."

Squeal! Hug. Kiss! "Really?!?!"

"Yeah, really. I'm astounded."

"Oh, Bob... I always hoped sex would be like this. I was 
so disappointed when it wasn't."

"I'm sorry, baby," I said, cuddling her and letting her 
talk.

"I mean, the first time, I thought that if I just went 
all the way with the guy, he'd start treating me nice in 
public. And I really wanted it to be good, but he hurt 
me and got his rocks off and that was that. And the next 
day I saw him on campus and he acted like nothing 
special had happened."

"I'm sorry, sweetie..." I was looking over my charming 
Brit. Okay, so she WASN'T going to be on a swimsuit 
calendar, she was still cute in a plump, healthy, happy 
fashion, and remember, this was a trophy-grade intellect 
and sense of humor.

"And I tried again with a couple more boys, and the same 
thing. There was even a guy who hung out with our group 
an' I thought, like, he's a friend and maybe THAT will 
make things different. But it didn't. But I really 
WANTED it to be happy and passionate and fun, and I 
wanted to be able to be playful and to have a guy 
actually want ME and want to play around with me."

I just nodded.

"An' I remembered your ex telling my mom how you liked 
to play all afternoon, and I got to thinking, and that's 
why yesterday happened."

"Sweetie," I said, "I like to do it that way. A lot of 
people don't, not at all. And some people only like that 
once in a while. You're not the only one disappointed. A 
lot of girls don't like sex the way that I do." I 
paused. "Or you."

"Really?" She paused.

"Yeah, really. And I guess guys are the worst. A lot of 
them just want a quick orgasm. Me, though, I like 
savoring and enjoying, and you, little one, are the most 
savory and enjoyable thing I can remember. Ever!"

"Awwww! You're being sweet! But you've been with a lot 
of women."

"No, Brit, not that many. I don't do the quickie thing 
very well. Or one-night stands."

"We'll have to try some quickies, baby!" She giggled.

"Now you'll be different, baby doll. Quickies can be 
part of our sex life, as long as we get to take time 
with one another like this. This is too good. I don't 
ever want to give that up."

"Me neither, lover," she said. She kissed me. "Me 
neither."

The hour was getting late as we kissed and cuddled and 
made small talk, finally pulling the blankets up and 
settling off to sleep, me lying on my back, Brit on her 
side against me, her hand playing idly with my dick and 
balls. That was a wonderfully soothing thing to me, and 
to her too, apparently, as her breathing settled into a 
sleep pattern.


Chapter Four

So we woke up the next morning together. As in "we're 
gonna be together" together. Here's where the fun comes 
in, you know, when two people who've never lived 
together find out who does what in the morning, who's 
not a morning person, how her routine and my routine are 
going to mesh. This is, of course, one of those "make or 
break" things in a couple's designs on permanency.

I was into the bathroom first, not giving it a second 
thought, and was standing in front of the toilet peeing 
when Brit came in, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Oh, I need that," she said.

"I'll be finished in a second," I said, and as the 
stream stopped, I gave my dick a couple of shakes. Brit 
handed me a piece of toilet paper as I backed up.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"To catch the stuff you didn't shake off," she said.

"Oh." This wasn't my usual operation, but I carefully 
dabbed the end of my soft dick as she sat on the toilet.

She spread her legs to make an opening. "Put it in 
here," she said. I dropped the paper between her legs. 
As I straightened up her hand caught my hip and tugged 
me toward her.

She was sitting. I was standing, naked, my dick soft 
after the early morning pee. Her eyes flashed a smile at 
me and her head bent forward and she sucked me into her 
mouth. Her tongue played magic on my soft dick, and it 
was hardening as she let it go. "I love playing with 
that," she said.

I bent over and kissed her.

"Just a sec," she said. She wiped herself and stood up 
and flushed the toilet. And before I could clear out of 
the bathroom, she wrapped me up in her arms and we 
exchanged a passionate kiss. "Good morning, lover," she 
smiled.

We finished our ablutions and got dressed. Breakfast 
came in the form of cold cereal and hot coffee. And 
conversation. Her schedule. Mine. Check the TV for 
weather. And out the door, with a real kiss on the front 
steps before she got in her car and I got in mine.

Her day started with four hours on her job and a mid-
afternoon class. Mine was the standard eight to four-
thirty at the office. Meeting for lunch, while not 
completely out of the question, wasn't planned for the 
day.

I walked in the door at almost five and started whipping 
up something for supper. I was at the stove when Brit 
walked in, dropping her bookbag on the sofa.

"Hey, babe," she said cheerily, "how'd your day go?"

"Oh, normal stuff," I answered, "how was yours?"

"More of the same. You wanna help me study tonight? You 
don't have to, but you can..."

"Sure, sweetie. I'm glad to help."

We ate our supper, chatting about the details of the 
day. When I got up to start loading the dishwasher, Brit 
beat me to it. This was a surprise to me, because the 
old Brit, the spoiled teenager I used to know, she 
wouldn't lift a finger on her own. While Brit attended 
to the kitchen, I put a load of laundry on. I walked 
back into a tidy kitchen and a smiling Brit.

"There!" she said. "That's done! We did good!"

"Yes we did," I said, planting a fun kiss on her 
upturned face, right on the end of the nose.

"You can do better than that for a load of dishes," she 
said, and put her arms around my neck and gave me a real 
kiss. "TV?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "Let's see what's on. But what about 
studying?"

"Yeah, that too."

For a couple of hours we sat at the kitchen able going 
over her day's coursework, laughing, discussing, 
flipping pages, looking up things on line. Finally she 
started closing books. She stuffed things back into her 
bookbag and sat it by the front door.

I got up and sat in my recliner.

She eyed me. "Am I too heavy to sit on your lap?"

"Oh, hell, no!"

And I got a wiggly, giggly Brit in my lap. For a few 
seconds. A couple of kisses and a "you know, this'd be a 
lot more fun with a lot less clothes!"

"Uh-huh," I said. "That's how all this got started."

"Yeah, poor Bob, seducing young girls and making them 
come live with him."

"Uh, little girl, may I remind you of who did the 
seducing?"

"Okay," she admitted, "but you have to admit, it WASN'T 
that hard."

"Oh, it was VERY hard..."

"Eeeee," came the giggling squeal. "Bobby made a sex 
joke!" And she jumped up and put her hands on her ample 
hips. "Naked!" she commanded.

So I got naked. As did she. She pointed to the sofa 
where this all started. I sat down, expecting her to lay 
down as she'd done a mere two days before. She didn't 
lie down. She knelt in front of me. "I spent a good part 
of the day thinking about doing this," she giggled. My 
dick was hardening in anticipation as she rested her 
elbows on my knees and her right hand lightly grasped my 
dick. Her twinkling eyes and the smile over her entire 
face had me almost ready to squirt right then and there. 
Her hair bounced saucily as her mouth enveloped my dick.

"Gahhhhh, baby! I've always DREAMED about this!"

She looked up, the head of my dick resting against her 
bottom lip. "You've never been sucked on the sofa?"

"Never!"

"Well sit back, Mr. Bob, an' let Brit take care of 
that!" And she did. Very sweetly. She ate my balls like 
a couple of plums in the process. And oh, the way she 
sucked. I thought I would pass out from the intensity. 
She liked using her teeth and did it frequently, right 
to the edge of pain, drawing back sweetly, then licking 
and sucking. She looked right into my eyes, the corners 
crinkled with her grin, and while she was looking at me, 
she'd pop just the head of my dick into her mouth, then 
pull it out and languorously lick it and suck it into 
her naturally red lips.

"Yah know," she said, "All my life I didn't know I could 
have THIS much fun with my mouth!" And she went back to 
sucking me.

"Babe!" Suck. "I'm coming!" Suck.

The little tease. "I can tell. You flooded my mouth with 
that clear stuff," she said, smiling innocently.

"Baby! Suck! I'm dyin'!"

She cooed, "Does Bobby need some sucking from Brit? 
Hmmmm?"

"Please!"

With a giggle she returned to my dick and made up the 
tiny amount of ground she'd lost while teasing me to the 
point of insanity. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned.

I knew she was getting a flood of pre-cum. I could feel 
the beginnings of an orgasmic surge. "Oh! Brit. God, 
baby! I'm commmmmminggggg!" I thrust my dick into her 
mouth and the first splash hit somewhere in her mouth.

"MMmmmmmmpphhh!" and she kept sucking. She jacked her 
hand and used her sucking mouth and tongue to empty me 
completely. I was almost unconscious from the intensity 
of the experience.

"I love the way your balls get all tight when you come," 
she said. Then she climbed up astride me and kissed me 
and pressed her ample body against mine.

I drew her against me harder. "Brit," I said, "I love 
being close to you. I wish we could just melt together."

"Me, too, Bob," she said, following with a kiss. 
"Nobody's ever hugged me like you do. I always wanted to 
be loved like this. I didn't think I'd ever get it."

"I love you, Brit."

"I love you too, baby. Forever."

"Forever? That's a long time for a nineteen year old 
girl to love a forty-six year old man."

She gazed at me with those astoundingly blue eyes. 
"Forever is forever, Bob." She kissed me.

"Brit, you know there's something we haven't discussed."

"What's that, babe?"

"Kids. As in "I can't have any", like in "vasectomy". 
You're gonna want kids, aren't you? I can't have any 
more kids."

She sat back on my knees. "Nope! Think about it, Bob. 
You know me. I haven't got a "mommy" gene in my body. I 
don't even like kids. Especially babies. You know how 
those things get here? Ouch! Not from my body!" She 
leaned forward and kissed me, then pulled back to 
conversational distance again. "But that doesn't stop us 
from practicin'." Giggle. "Now, I wanna tub bath 
tonight. Is that okay?"

"Sure, sweetie. I can wash your back." She stood and 
then I stood, knees still shaky from that earth-
shattering orgasm I'd just had. I followed her bouncy 
ass back to the bathroom and started filling the tub. 
She adjusted the temperature and settled in, easing down 
until her whole body was in the water, just her head 
out. Those big tubs are worth their weight in gold, but 
seeing Brit wet and naked in the warm water made me wish 
I'd sprung for a bigger one. She smiled sweetly.

I knelt by the tub and soaped up a washcloth and 
lavished her body with it. She purred. She bent forward 
and I washed her back. She purred more. Then she slid 
down and submerged her head and massaged her scalp. 
Resurfacing, she said, "I love to soak in a tub. But I 
need a shower to rinse off, okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "That's how I usually do it myself."

She soaked for a while as I explored her wet body, 
accompanied by many giggles and wiggles. Finally she 
stood and stepped out. I had the shower warmed up and 
joined her in it as she rinsed off. Then she got out and 
dried off while I showered. I finished, and as I was 
shaving, she was drying her hair.

"Babe," she said, "this is nice."

"Yes, it is," I answered, pausing from my shave. "I like 
this. You're good to have around." I rinsed my face and 
brushed my teeth as she put up her hair dryer.

She turned around to meet me. Her arms went around my 
neck. "Mmmmmm," she said, kissing me. "Bed!"

"Hey!" I answered. "It's just barely past eight."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm not talking about 
going to sleep, babe!"

"Oh."

She was crawling onto the bed, butt in the air.

"Stop!" I said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I answered. "Just stay where you are." My 
hand touched the smooth broad curve of her ass.

"Oooooooh," she said. "Sir! Are you taking advantage of 
me?"

"Hell, yes!" I kissed her butt cheeks and rubbed my face 
over those sensuous curves. "Mmmmmm, what a marvelous 
ass you have, young lady!"

She wiggled it. "Eeeee..." I bent lower and saw her pink 
pussy lips peeking from between her fleshy thighs. My 
fingers touched the sweet puffiness. There was the hint 
of the juiciness beginning to form inside. This drew my 
tongue. Brit giggled. "That's nice!"

I reached forward underneath her and cupped a 
delightfully dangling titty as I worked my tongue 
between her pussy lips. That got me another "Mmmmm." I 
continued back up the length of her tight slit and back 
up her buttcrack, open deliciously in front of me. A 
little pink rosebud was winking at me. I couldn't 
resist. I mean, the last time my tongue hit her anus, 
she liked it, and here it was, wide open, in full view, 
just waiting.

I planted a full kiss on her ass and my tongue snaked 
out and hit her anus. That got me another gleeful 
"Eeeee!" and "Mmmmmm! I never thought THAT would feel 
good."

"You want me to stop?"

"Nononono!"

So I worked her butt over. And her pussy. And I was 
hard. And there was this delicious ass in the air, pussy 
now glistening with moisture, and my Brit was 
alternately purring and giggling as I treated her rear 
section like a playground.

I crawled up toward her on my knees, my hard dick 
leading the way.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking back at me.

"Nothin'," I said. "Just playin' around."

"Uh... sir..."

My dick's head met her moist lips. I pushed gently, 
expecting to have to do a little exploration to find her 
hole. I was wrong. I eased forward, my dick finding 
EXACTLY where it was supposed to go.

"Mmmmmahhhhhhh! That feels SO good going in!" Brit was 
happy. I was happy.

"Is this something you like?" I asked.

"YOU feel wonderful there. SOOOOOO wonderful!"

I started easy stroking, admiring the round ass in front 
of me. I had a hand on each hip. I took a long thrust 
and Brit came up off her elbows to all fours. "Ooooohhh, 
Bob! Do THAT again!" I gave her another long stroke. And 
another. And a few more.

"I can feel your balls hitting me," she said. "I love 
this!"

A couple more strokes and her hips were working in 
concert with my thrusts. "Hard, baby! Hard! I want it 
hard this way! I won't break!"

I started pounding and she was getting vocal. "Yessss!" 
through clenched teeth. "Go!" Stroke. "Push!" Stroke. 
"Oh, yeah, Bob!" Push. "Like THAT!" I was pounding. She 
was meeting each of my thrusts with her own rear 
movement, accentuating the impact, and each time her ass 
hit me, she tilted her pelvis forward, dragging her clit 
into momentary contact with my sliding dick. We 
continued for some minutes, breathing heavily, my 
thrusts forward meeting her thrusts back. I felt my dick 
in her as deep as I could thrust and her pussy was 
practically drawing it in deeper.

"Mmmmmm, baby! I'm gonna Commmmmme!"

"Yeah, baby!" I hissed myself. "Me too! Mmmmphhh!" 
thrust. " Mmmmph!" Thrust! "mmmm!" I could feel my nuts 
drawing up in preparation to sending a load into her 
waiting vagina. I took a deep breath to release with my 
first shot and just as I started to say "Yesss!" in 
orgasmic bliss, Brit beat me to it!

"Yahhhhhh! Bobbbb! I'm commmmminggggg!" She thrust back 
against me and I started little short strokes inside her 
to ride with my own coming. She sensed the change and 
her ass made little tiny circles, drawing out my semen 
with the contracting walls of her hungry pussy.

I lost balance and went over sideways when the last 
surge of come left me. Laying down beside my satisfied 
lover, I kissed her.

Her eyes took on that "Britney is amused" twinkle and 
she said, "Now! Whats on TV?"

I spanked her on the cheek of her beautiful ass. She 
squealed. "Little girl! After THAT, we're lucky drops of 
juice aren't on TV."

"Oh, yeah. Juice!" She twisted down to start lapping her 
tongue around the soppy mess on my dick and balls.

"Hey! Where's mine?" This got me another twisting 
Britney as she presented her happily sopping pussy to my 
mouth. My first laps and swallows. Mmmmmm! Brit and I 
are delicious together. We enjoyed a bit of cuddling in 
the afterglow, then went into the living room to 
actually watch TV. This time I took my appointed spot on 
the sofa and had Brit's head in my lap.

I idly caressed her body with my left hand, thinking 
back to only two days before when she'd first laid down 
beside me and how far we'd come, from friendly strangers 
to tightly entwined lovers. Then, I avoided her 
beautiful breasts. Tonight my fingers played over those 
sumptuous curves as her tits succumbed only slightly to 
gravity. A fingertip across a nipple brought me an 
"Mmmmm!"

My right hand brushed that shiny brown hair aside from 
her face so I could survey the tight young skin and that 
perfect (did I tell you yet?) nose. As my fingertip 
touched her nose, I told her, "Brit, you've got a 
perfect nose, you know..."

Giggle. "Bob, you just make me FEEL so good!"

I let my left hand run down her soft side to the curve 
of her ass as she drew her left leg up. I played my 
fingers over her, adoring every inch of her feminine 
form. She nestled closer to me, sliding her right hand 
under my thigh. Her fingertips found my dangling balls 
and she brushed them lightly. "Mmmmm! Balls..." she 
bounced up a bit and rolled and I found my dick inside 
her mouth again. "Mmmmmm! I just love sucking you!" And 
then she lay back down.

"That, little one, is a very nice thing to know."

Giggle.

"Bob, you know what?"

"What?"

"This is like our honeymoon."

"I guess it is, baby doll," I said, "except we're not 
married, and we're both going to work and stuff." I 
thought for the briefest of moments. "Say," I said, "why 
don't we take a road trip this weekend and go honeymoon 
somewhere else?"

Brit flopped over on her back to look directly into my 
face. "Oh, baby, that would be wonderful! You want to 
take me on a honeymoon!"

"Yes, little one, I do. What do you think about..." and 
we talked about several destinations within a half day's 
drive. A decision was made, getting me a kiss from a 
cute, plump and very naked girl, and that, friends, is 
NOT a bad thing at all.

She settled back down. We watched TV for some few 
minutes and then a commercial came on. Brit flopped back 
over and looked at me. "I was thinking..."

"Uh-oh..."

She turned her head and nipped my belly. "Ass!"

"Uh, you call the guy who loves you most in the whole 
world an ass? I'm hurt!"

"Seriously, listen to me..."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"So you know we're gonna go out in public, huh? I mean, 
we are, aren't we?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't we?"

She continued, "Well, a bunch of reasons."

"Such as?"

"You don't want to be seen in public with me because 
you're ashamed to be seen with a fat girl?"

"Not a chance. You're a cutie and you're mine and I'm 
yours and I'd be proud to take you anywhere. So let's 
stop that "fat girl" stuff, okay?"

"Well, then what about running into people we know?"

I looked at her. "Now, dear, that's where it might get 
interesting. I mean, most of the people I know wouldn't 
think a thing of it, and if they did, it's none of their 
business. My family? Not a problem. They want me to be 
happy and if it takes a cute teen, well, so what?"

"I'm almost twenty!"

"Nineteen!" I said, "but the problem comes in when we 
think about what happens if somebody who knows YOUR 
family sees us..."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."

I continued, "I mean, like once or twice, in public, and 
we're not holding hands or making out or whatever, only 
a couple of people know the relationship I used to have 
to you. But I wonder what's gonna happen when your mom 
or my ex finds out."

Giggle. "They're gonna shit!"

"I know. Seriously, Brit, have you thought about that? 
Really?"

"Yeah. Here's what I think will happen. Mom will have a 
fit and scream and holler and stuff, but then she'll 
think about it and get over it. After all, I'm old 
enough to do what I want."

"But baby, she might bring enough crap on you to make 
you leave me."

"Nope! That's where I got her. She knows about some of 
the stories about my previous relationships and how torn 
up I was. And when I tell her how you treat me so well, 
she'll get over it. Oh, she'll be pissed beyond belief 
for a while, but she'll get over it."

"Okay," I said. "that takes care of your mom. What about 
your aunt? My ex?"

"She'll holler louder. But if my mom goes along, she'll 
go along." Then she giggled. "Of course, that will make 
life interesting for your kids."

"Yeah."

"Back to that "honeymoon" thing..."

"Yes, sweetie?"

"How about a REAL one?"

"Like in "take a week off and go somewhere together" 
real?"

"Yeah. Like the "Leave the day of the wedding" real."

"Come here!" I pulled her up and she straddled my legs, 
facing me. "Are you talking about marriage?"

"Yeah."

"Me and you?"

"Yeah." Meekly. "I shouldn't have said that, huh?"

"No. That's not it at all. I was daydreaming at the 
office today, thinking about the paths this could go in 
the future, and one of those paths was us being 
married."

"So what'd you think of it?"

"That it would be wonderful, but I wonder how fair it is 
for you to marry somebody almost thirty years older than 
you."

"And...?"

"That if you were still around in a few weeks, I was 
going to ask you about it."

She kissed me softly, tenderly, not pushing. My lips 
parted and she responded with her tongue meeting mine. 
"You don't have to ask now, do you?"

"No, I suppose not. Kinda takes the suspense out of the 
question of how you'd answer."

"Baby," she said, "don't you see? We're thinking the 
same thing."

"I know. That's scary. You're awfully young to be this 
warped."

She was giggling when she kissed me. "You're not warped! 
I know for a fact that part of you is really straight 
right this very minute!" She wiggled her pussy against 
my hardening dick.

"So, you think you might want to marry me?"

"Yeah, but I'm kinda like you. Let's see if we can still 
stand each other in a few weeks."

"And if your mom doesn't hire a hit man to off me when 
she finds out we're living together."

"That too. I'm too young to be a widow." Giggle. Kiss.

"But I'm all for the idea. And a pre-honeymoon trip this 
weekend."

"Yeah, but I'm thinking."

"What?!?!? Again?!?!?"

She smirked. "Yeah, maybe we should go someplace we just 
HATE, so we can stay in the motel all weekend and make 
love."

"Make love all weekend?"

Her eyes took a naughty twinkle. "Oh, yeah. Making love. 
That. And maybe a bit of fucking each other's brains 
out, too."

Kiss. "My little girl has a filthy mouth. Do you expect 
me to put my dick in that filthy mouth?

She giggled. "Every chance we get." Wiggle. Her ass 
raised up a little and my dick popped up from its 
position where it was trapped between her pussy and my 
belly to its fully erect angle. Her hips swiveled a bit, 
lining the head of my dick up with the now familiar 
entrance to her sweet pussy and she settled down on it. 
"Uh, Bob. I think we're fucking again."

"Yep," I laughed. "I think so. I've fucked before and it 
feels something like this, except not nearly as good." 
Snuggle-fucking. This was it. Look it up in the 
dictionary. There'll be a picture of me and my Brit.

That comment got me kisses to go with our mating. And a 
happy Brit busily working her clit down on my hard dick, 
seeking her second orgasm of the day. I was along for 
the ride here, having already had my second. As she 
surged back and forth I added the up and down to her own 
motions. I watched her titties bouncing and bent my head 
forward to capture a nipple in my mouth. As I sucked on 
her nipple, she moaned, "Mmmmmm!"

It must have been a good combination, sucking a nipple 
and pounding my pubic bone upward into her clit, because 
the "Mmmmm" was followed by "Ohhhh! Shit! Bob! 
Ohgodohgodogod... MmmmmBobbbbb! I'm coming! Nnnnnnghhhh! 
Gahhhhh!"

I released her nipple and drew her to rest on my chest 
as she came back to earth. "My pretty baby," I said, 
gently kissing her head. I stroked her lush body gently 
to sooth, not to arouse.

"Mmmmmm! Oh, Bob! You're so wonderful to me."

"Only to you, little one..."

"I love you, Bob."

"I love you too, Brit. I really do."

"Mmmmmm. That makes me very happy. So happy!"

Later that evening we finally did go to bed, this time 
for sleep, and it was a wonderful repeat of the night 
before. For a few minutes I soothingly caressed the 
outer lips of her pussy, gently stroking, listening to 
her contented purrs. Then I rolled over on my back and 
she rolled against me, facing me, wrapping her right arm 
around my bicep and letting her left hand reach down to 
hold my dick. She went to sleep that way, her breathing 
regular and easy, and just as I was dozing off, she 
stirred, and I felt her hand remember where it was and 
she caressed my balls then squeezed my dick and held on.


Chapter Five

Our days fell into routine. Not boring routine, but a 
sweet enjoyment and meshing of two lives. There were 
times that I just sat back and thought about how odd 
this must be from the outside looking in. Me, a forty-
odd year old engineer. She a twenty (yes, her birthday 
was epic in many ways) year old college student. It was 
against the odds, but we fit.

Some evenings were spent with me poring over her books 
with her. Some were just kicking back watching TV. We 
took day trips, driving down the road yacking about 
anything and everything, or listening to music. Her 
tastes were just about as eclectic as mine, and many a 
classical piece eased us out of the day's stresses.

Oh, that "birthday" thing? That was three months into 
our adventure, and her mom had indeed a month before 
discovered the earth-shattering truth, the killer 
asteroid fact that her precious daughter was shacking up 
(her term) with the ex-husband of her sister. The 
sister/ex-wife was beyond words, too. The screaming was 
epic. I heard words on my cellphone that I'd never 
expected to hear. I got threats that I would never see 
my children again. But Brit soldiered on, right by my 
side through the whole thing. I rather think that there 
was part of her that enjoyed it, like it was the final 
snip to mommy's umbilical cord.

So there was Brit's birthday party. With her family. 
Because Momma's little girl was leaving behind her teen 
years. And Brit told her mom that if I wasn't invited, 
she wasn't coming either. That caused more wailing and 
gnashing of teeth. And her mom buckled.

Brit and I were driving over to her mom's house for the 
party. "You know there's a real good chance this is 
gonna be a riot, huh, babe?" she said.

"Oh, yeah, I guess it could be. But I'm not gonna flaunt 
our relationship in front of them. No sense in rubbing 
salt in a wound."

She sighed. "Babe, you an' me have been together for 
three months now. It's been the best three months I can 
remember, even when I was a princess an' got everything 
I wanted. I love you, you know."

"I know, sweetie. I love you too. You make me live 
again."

"Well," she said, "I just want you to know that I am 
yours, okay? So let's get through this."

We walked into the place and heads turned. I mean, I 
already knew everybody there. After all, I was once 
married into that bunch. I wish I could say that they 
all smiled when I walked in, but there's no sense lying 
about it. They did smile at my Brit, but even that was 
the sort of smile you see when somebody's doting on a 
little handicapped kid.

A couple of the adults softened up enough so that I had 
somebody to talk to. We talked about work and common 
acquaintances and family members I knew. We talked about 
guns and hunting and fishing and somebody's new car. And 
out of the corner of my eye I watched my Brit. She moved 
about, confident and poised in a way I'd never seen her 
portray before.

Finally it was time to sing the song and cut the cake. 
Mmmmmm. Cake! I got my own slice and was balancing the 
plate in one hand and a glass of non-alcoholic punch in 
the other, and then it happened. Brit's mom got up to 
speak, and she said something about her dreams for 
Brit's future and her success thus far in college.

I was amused at the last. Brit was at best a mediocre 
student in college, that is, until she moved in with me, 
and together we'd buckled down on her studies.

And she said something about looking forward to having 
grandbabies.

Brit didn't let that one pass. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" 
she said, gaining the room's attention.

Everybody was looking at my Brit.

"Mom, you'll have your grandbabies pretty soon, but it's 
gonna be kinda strange."

"Huh, how's that?" asked her mom.

And Brit dropped the big one. "Bob and I are getting 
married. That makes Thing One and Thing Two my cousins 
AND my stepchildren AND your niece and nephew AND your 
grandkids!" And she took a sip of her punch while this 
sank in. Then, "And Aunt Bev, Bob's gonna be, like, your 
NEPHEW!"

Ex-brother-in-law's arm when back and I thought I was 
getting ready to get knocked out, but his hand came 
forward and clapped me on the back. "Congratulations! 
"He laughed. "Welcome BACK to the family!"

Brit's mom just sat down, her mouth open like a fish, an 
expression mirrored by my ex-wife.

And the denouement was Thing One and Thing Two running 
up and hugging Brit, giggling and saying, "You're gonna 
be our step-mom!??!?"

And Brit came and stood beside me and I put my arm 
around her waist. And smiled. "That's my Brit," I 
laughed.

I got exactly one handshake out of the party, that from 
ex-brother-in-law. Brit got hugs, some tearful. She 
hugged her mom. She hugged her aunt, my ex-wife.

I got cornered by the ex-wife. "You're really a piece of 
work, you know!" And she wasn't smiling when she said 
it.

I shrugged. "Look," I said. "I didn't plan this. I am 
NOT doing it to piss you and your sister off. Brit and I 
just sort of happened. She's good for me. I think I'm 
good for her. Stranger things have happened."

She backed down a bit. "Well, she's old enough to make 
her own mistakes. I did. But if you hurt her, I will 
hunt you down and kill you."

"You won't ever have to worry about that, Bev," I said. 
"I really do love Brit, and I'd kill my own self if I 
ever hurt her." I tried shifting gears here. "And the 
kids love her. They're used to her."

"Hmmpphh!" And that's as pleasant as that got.

We escaped without bloodshed. My head was hurting when 
we got into the car to drive away.

She looked at me and grinned. "So much for not rubbing 
salt in wounds, huh?"

I laughed. "So, we're getting married, then?"

"You betcha. We talked, remember? It's been three months 
and you haven't stabbed me in my sleep."

"And you haven't run off with the backup guitarist in a 
garage band."

"So I guess it's working for us, then?" She smiled 
sweetly at me.

"Yeah, if only you could cook bacon." I smiled back.

"I have OTHER talents, though," she giggled, sticking 
out her tongue.

"Yep!" I said. "That's definitely one of them." I 
paused. "So tell me about our wedding, dear little one."

"Well, sweetie," she said, "I'm thinking that this is 
not gonna be one of those "princess for a day" things. 
Somehow I just can't see Mom inviting a couple of 
hundred people to watch her only daughter marry her 
sister's ex-husband."

"You may have a point there. You're awfully smart, you 
know."

"I know," she laughed, "I can make a memorable birthday 
party, can't I?"

"Yeah. But seriously, sweetie, you ought to talk to your 
mom about it. Maybe she'll want a small wedding."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"And if she doesn't want that, then we do our own thing, 
maybe invite a few friends and get a justice of the 
peace or something."

She smiled at me. "That'll work. Or even just me and 
you."

"I know, baby. But I wouldn't mind us doing this in 
front of friends and family. I want to tell the world I 
love you."

"And that's why I love you, Bob," she sighed. "I'll talk 
to Mom."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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